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Break Me!
What do you do when you receive a text that says, “Break me!”?
Cheesy Gordita
this is what i did last weekend
My Dear Sweet Slave: Chapter 2
The first day of Holly’s new life as a slave and Isaac’s as a master.
My Neighbour’s Daughter Part 2
Please read the first part if you like! Hopefully part 3 forthcoming…
Just a little more..
George and I are divorced. We have other relationships, but we play around from time to time.
Experimentation Vol 3
Experimentation Volume 3
Happiness filled my life in a way it never had before. No one had ever thought to treat me the way Mistress did every day. I was her slave; she owned me, yet Mistress often brought me breakfast in bed! She continued with my reading lessons, and I continued with her sex lessons. It was probably a result of the circumstances, but for the first time in my life, I realized that I was falling in love. Love was something that I’d never known, and I didn’t really know how to respond to it. The strange thing was that the situation was mutual; Mistress began to fall for me, and she didn’t really know what to do about it either. Mistress began to give me an allowance, in the fashion parents did with their offspring. I got fifty dollars a week, in cash; fifty dollars that I could spend on little luxuries for myself.
When Mistress took me home, on the first day, she told me that there was one wardrobe in the bedroom that was out of bounds for me. I wondered what was in it; in fact I was desperately curious to find out its contents, but I left it alone. It was two months until Mistress gave me permission to open the wardrobe, and I was quite surprised to see the contents. They weren’t exactly things a young lady was expected to keep in her bedroom. That wardrobe contained almost two dozen swords from around the world. I was immediately fascinated with the collection, and asked Mistress to teach me all about swords, and the cultures that created them.
After almost four months of mutual sexual pleasure with Mistress’, it was my thirty-third birthday, and on the morning of that day, Mistress gave me the first birthday card I’d ever received. The wording from Mistress was, ‘For my Princess; my companion and my friend. All my love, Mistress.’ Inside the card was a smaller envelope with no markings. I opened the envelope to find hundred dollar bills; ten of them, and I found myself speechless. No one had ever given me a noticeable amount of money before, and told me I spend it on whatever I liked. My first thought was to save my present and hope that Mistress gave me many more such presents. That way, I was sure I would be able to buy my sister’s freedom. Perhaps I could even buy my own eventually. Of course, being a slave meant that I couldn’t have a bank account to save the money in, so I asked Mistress if she would open an account for me, so that I could save my money easily. Naturally, she agreed, and I got my savings account in Mistress’ name. Then, whatever out of my allowance I didn’t spend, I saved for the future.
My first problem, of course, was that I had to find my sister. I didn’t know where she was, so I was obviously going to have considerable work ahead of me. However, she was my sister, and I wanted to help her.
My first thought was to ask my parents if they knew where my sister was. If I was lucky, she would still be where they were, and hopefully would stay there until I could save up enough money and try to convince her owner to sell her to Mistress. Again, being a slave meant that I could not have property, but if I gave Mistress the money, she could buy my sister, and free her for me. I would pay every dollar of her asking price, and more, if Mistress would do what I wanted. I knew that my father was able to read and write, so I typed a letter on Mistress’ computer, bought a book of stamps the next time Mistress asked me to go shopping, and sent it to my father, along with a supply of envelopes, paper, stamps and pens; just hoping he’d get the package. My luck was in, and my father received it. He replied to me, in considerable surprise at my literacy, and gave me some bad news. My sister had been sold a couple of years earlier, but he could give me the address of her owner, and he confirmed that she also could read and write, so would be able to reply to any letters she received, if she received them.
When I got the reply from my father, Mistress handed me the envelope with a smile on her face. “Never had post before, Princess?” she asked. I almost took Mistress’ fingers off, when I snatched the envelope from her hand and ripped it open. It was a fabulous feeling, reading my first ever letter, although the feeling didn’t last when I read the news it contained. It was clear to Mistress that I was upset, so she put an arm around my waist, and kissed me. “Need a new letter pack then, Princess?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress; I just hope she’ll be able to answer,” I replied.
Mistress supplied me with my pack of stationary and stamps and I wrote to my sister. She was every bit as surprised as my father at my newfound ability to write. She was an administrator, which required her to be literate, and she asked me what I did for my owner. What did I tell her? I asked Mistress for her opinion and she said that I should describe myself as a ‘domestic.’ All of what I did for Mistress would be classified as ‘domestic’ work, in as much as it was done inside her apartment. As long as my sister remained in her position, she was safe, and I could be content with knowing that, until the time arrived that I could try to free her from her life of slavery.
She and I traded letters intensively for months, and I kept her well supplied with letter writing materials, at Mistress’ expense. In that time, Christmas came and went, and the contents of my savings account tripled to more than three thousand dollars, and my bra increased by one cup size. I took Mistress by surprise by giving her a Christmas present bought from my allowance. I told my sister the story of my first trip to the fetish store with Mistress, and included the story of our second visit.
That was every bit as entertaining as the first time, and I could even read the writing on the products. Mistress had decided that she required a larger dildo for me to make love to her with. I knew we were going shopping, the way we usually did, but she didn’t have to tell me where we were going. The spiked collar around Mistress’ neck indicated that we were going to the fetish shop, and that I was again going to have to pretend to be Mistress’ owner.
As instructed by Mistress, I clipped on her leash just after we got out of the car, and I led her by it into the store. The response was much as predicted. “Hey, look who’s come back. It’s the lucky bitch with the fantastic bit of pussy! Are your tits bigger than the last time you were here?”
“Yes, I’ve been under the knife.”
“Thought so. You broke the little bit of pussy in properly, after you took her home, last time?”
“Given the price I paid for her, you’re damn straight I did! She’s a wonderful fuck, with such a lovely tight pussy. There are times I wonder how it might feel to be a man, and whenever I’d got my double-ended rubber prick buried clit-deep in her pussy, I do think like that. What would it feel like to be able to spunk in her cunt daily, I wonder? With tits like those to squeeze, I fuck her several times a day when I have the energy!” I had to laugh dirtily, like a letch, as I spoke; it was expected of me.
You gonna tell me what you paid for her, yet?”
“Due to favourable circumstances, I got her for the bargain price of thirty five grand!” I replied; even managing to sound as if I was gloating over my purchase. I suppose that if I had been in that position, I may well have gloated over what I’d gotten, at the price I supposedly got it for.
“Thirty five? Lucky cow! How did you achieve that feat?” I could sense the jealousy in her voice, and I was sure I could see it all over her face.
I pulled Mistress closer to me, and put my arms around her waist. “She’d been bought as a gift to her previous owner’s son, but for reasons unknown, he was still unable to get his prick solid enough to stick it in her. She was kept intact until he was going to be capable of fucking his present; he never got the chance. Financial trouble hit the family, and they needed money, fast. Coincidentally, I happened to hear about their troubles, and remembered the girl they’d bought for their son for when he overcame his limp prick problem, and made an offer for her. They needed a quick sale, and thirty five thousand in cash, was sufficient incentive for me to take ownership. I realize how lucky I was to get her so cheap, and I intend to take maximum advantage of that as often as I can.”
“I’d ask if you were willing to sell her to me, but in your place, I wouldn’t let that go any time soon either.”
“Not a chance, and you know it!”
“I can dream, can’t I?” She produced a business card, which she handed me, “In case you change your mind, or, however unlikely it is, eventually get bored with Miss. Tits, there. I’ll pay top dollar for her in either of those situations.”
I took the card, but I knew it wasn’t relevant; after all, I couldn’t sell what I didn’t own. Even if did own Mistress, I could never have sold her to the sort of pervert that room was full of; they wouldn’t have treated her the way I would have, and the way I already did. She treated me better than most, if not all, of the women in that room would have treated her. Some men didn’t treat their wives as well as Mistress treated her obedient, horny, blonde sex slave.
(For example, there was the time I’d come down with food poisoning. At the time, we didn’t know the cause of the condition, but I was ill; very much so. Mistress summoned a doctor to attend to me, and with the experiences I’d had, that was something I had not been expecting. No other owner had summoned a doctor for me, or for any other slave I’d ever known, yet Mistress didn’t bat an eyelid at the expense of the doctor, or the hospital visit she recommended. Mistress took me to A & E, and paid my bills. She even got all combative with the doctors who didn’t originally want to treat me because I had no medical history. It was beautifully done, and in a way I wouldn’t have dreamt of. Mistress told them that they had a responsibility to treat any sick person with the money to pay, and seeing as Mistress could pay for my treatment, they were obliged to treat me. She also threatened to sue the asses off them all if I didn’t survive the treatment. I was an expensive piece of property and she wanted me back in first class condition, ‘or fucking else!’ Mistress also commented that at home, she never restrained me, and if I complained about being chained up, or otherwise mistreated, there’d be absolute bloody hell to pay! She left me in hospital for three days, visiting twice a day on each of them, with flowers, chocolates and kisses. The bill for my treatment was half as much as my purchase price, yet Mistress paid it without hesitation because I was worth it! “It’s only money,” Mistress commented, when she signed the forms.)
During that visit, I was asked how I got such fine service from my girl. At first, no one there would believe that I’d never had to beat Mistress. I explained it very simply. “When I got her, she’d seen other slaves facing their punishments for infractions, and she knew what she could expect if she misbehaved. She didn’t misbehave, and at the end of the first week, I rewarded her with a shopping trip. That was before you first saw her, and before I first fucked her. I mastered treating a beautiful young woman, as what she was, and not mistreating her. I trained this one, with the carrot, rather than the stick, and it works. I get what I want, and I treat her like a lover! I give her fine clothes, and good food; and I make love her, making the experience as enjoyable for her as it is for me. And that, my new friends, is the way to get such service from a slave; it gives her an incentive to do what you want her to do. Give her treats and presents, and lots and lots of orgasms. She drives, too; she’s my chauffeur!”
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When my reading and writing skills had reached high school standards, and after year and a bit, Mistress handed me an A4 envelope with the instruction to fill in the forms it contained. It was my application for a driving license. Everyone knew that slaves didn’t get to drive cars; it would just make it easier for them to escape from their owners. However, it wasn’t illegal to teach a slave to drive; it was just assumed that no owner would ever bother. I hadn’t expected that I would learn that skill either.
It took me a while, but I actually learned to drive, and was added to Mistress’ insurance policy. I had trouble with the local police on a couple of occasions, but Mistress got me out of trouble, and then, to avoid that sort of trouble, she bought me my own car. I got the car delivered on Mistress’ and my second anniversary. It had my name on its registration document. Mistress’ lawyer found a loophole in the property law, in that in the case of cars, the registered keeper isn’t necessarily the legal owner, which was why we got away with it. I knew nothing about the car until it got delivered, and I was asked to put my signature on the paperwork to confirm that it was mine. When Mistress told me that my car had arrived, I was stunned. When I saw it, I was even more stunned! I’d expected a little family compact, and when I laid eyes on a mint condition nineteen fifty seven Cadillac Eldorado convertible; all gleaming black pain, fins and chrome, I didn’t know what to do, or what to say. I didn’t even move to catch the keys, as Mistress threw them to me. She had to pick the keys up, put them in my right hand and wrap my fingers around them, before I seemed able to keep hold of them. Even then, I didn’t make any move towards the car until Mistress stood behind me and began to literally push me towards it. I saw the irony though; Mistress had given a five thousand dollar slave a car worth ten times her value; maybe more! I didn’t ask Mistress what she paid for the car; I just promised her that that I would be careful when I drove it.
When I finally got in the car, and Mistress had encouraged me to go out and burn some rubber, she also opened her purse and put her hand in it. I was surprised when she handed me a tazer and said, “Just in case some cunt tries to steal your nice new car.” Being a slave, I wasn’t allowed a gun, but the old laws had been written before the invention of the current generation of non-lethal defensive weapons, and the majority of them weren’t on the list of prohibited weapons for a slave. For example, Mace was a prohibited weapon for a slave, so Mistress gave me a can of corrosive oven cleaner instead. Nastier than Mace it might have been, but it was a domestic item, and therefore not illegal for a slave to have in her purse. Mistress’ lawyer eventually found a loophole in the law which allowed me to have a gun on my person, and not get arrested, and put to death for it. Laughable though it sounds to everyone, including myself and Mistress, I am legally Mistress’ personal bodyguard! We both know that a medal winning kick-boxing champion such as Mistress, would very easily, and very quickly kick seven shades of shit out of yours truly in a fair fight, but that single piece of paper showing me to be a licensed bodyguard, permits me to legally carry even a fully automatic firearm in a public place; just like Mistress.
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After three years of service to Mistress, I’d almost forgotten that she’d bought me from my previous owner, for cash, and took me home, rather than met me in a gay club, charmed me, and made me want to go home with her at the end of the night for the obvious reason. I like to think that in that situation, I would have gone home with Mistress from that club.
In those three years I had been able to save almost eight thousand dollars towards my goal of freeing my sister from her bondage. I knew that a trained administrator wouldn’t be cheap to buy, and that the paltry eight thousand I had saved up, was going to be nowhere near enough. I’d need three or four times what I had, but figured that I had plenty of time to save up, because I didn’t see it likely that my sister’s owner would sell her any time soon, if she was any good at what she did.
In those three years, I had taught Mistress to make love like an old fashion courtesan, and she became very good at it. I think that over the same period, my own pleasure skills improved, too. At least Mistress thought that they did! It was on our third anniversary that Mistress gave me her third, and final, cherry. I’d thought that her pussy was tight, but when I first tried to push the smaller of our double-ended pricks up her ass, I realized that it was even tighter.
Mistress offered me her ass, and instructed me to fuck it. I had always given Mistress anything she wanted; in or out of the bedroom, and what she had just asked for would be no exception, but it would be different. While Mistress would get what she wanted, it would not be the way she wanted; well, not the first time anyway. Even the smallest of our toys would be too big for an orifice so tight. She got on all fours, sticking her ass in the air, and repeated the demand for what she wanted.
I settled down, off to one side of Mistress’ thighs, caressing, stroking and cupping those lovely firm young buttocks in my hands, while making sure that Mistress could hear my voice quietly. As my fingers explored the crevice in between her buttocks, she lifted her hips up off the bed, and I quickly pushed all six of our pillows underneath her belly to support her shapely body. As I lowered my head and began to run my tongue over her buttocks, she responded by reaching around with her hands and parting them to make it easier for me.
Mistress had the most delectable little asshole imaginable, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss it. Nor could I resist the urge to rim that lovely little anus, while slipping a couple of fingers into her pussy at the same time.
When I did that, she let out a little, low groan, of pure pleasure, and that just encouraged me to go a little further. I put my mouth to that tight ring and started to probe it with my tongue. After a couple of minutes, I reached into the drawer in the bedside cabinet, for my tube of KY and for the only item in my little collection of toys that I used on my own asshole on rare occasions back in Marseilles.
I applied the lubricant to her ring, smiling in pleasure at the low moan that the sensation elicited. She cried out as my fingertip slipped into her rear entrance, and she gave little gasps as I moved that finger around, probing and stretching her ringpiece, quickly adding a second finger, and then a third. Once the third finger was sliding in and out without a problem, it was time to go a step further. I lifted our one and only anal dildo from where I had put it on the pillow next to Mistress’ head, and very gently, I eased the tip of it into her asshole.
Mistress moaned as I moved the dildo in and out of her rectum, clearly enjoying what I was doing. I started to move it faster, in and out, and she thrust her hips up in time to my thrusts. After a while I stopped using the anal dildo, pulled it out of Mistress’ ass, and reached back into the bedside drawer for a conventional, vaginal, vibrator. I squeezed lube onto that, rubbed it in, and switched it on, before seeing if it would fit up Mistress’ ass. I didn’t force it in; I didn’t dare try to do that. It had to go in without too much pressure.
As I was gently trying to insert the large vibrator into Mistress’ tight little asshole, I asked her to, “Try and relax your little botty Mistress; this is quite large, but I’ll be gentle, I promise I will.”
“I’ll try,” she whispered back, and slowly the vibrator disappeared into her bum. Mistress groaned loudly as I started to push the vibrator up her adorable little bum. I began pushing it in harder, and she started gasping and panting, fingering her pussy as I did so. Mistress moved in time with my thrusts, pushing backwards and upwards with her pelvis, as I pushed down with the big vibrator, moaning, as the obscenely large piece of vibrating plastic disappeared within her slender little body, and the sight was just so beautiful.
I could tell that Mistress was just about ready to climax as I reached underneath her, pushing her hand away from her pussy, to tickle her clit. The resulting climax was just wonderful to behold. I’d heard her squeal in orgasm before, but that time, she simply screamed, as the climax overtook her, and seemed to go on for an inordinate amount of time.
Gasping for breath, those lovely tits still heaving, she rolled over to look up at me, face flushed red with her exertions, and looked up into my eyes. She said just three words to me, “Fucking wonderful babe,” and those simple words made my entire day. Mistress took me by surprise, yet again that night, by pointing at the double-ender we normally used and saying, “Use that on me next time, Princess, that way you’ll get some pleasure as well.”
“When’s ‘next time’,” I asked, hoping it wouldn’t be too long; the next night perhaps, or at least that same week.
“Right about now, babes,” was the answer, before Mistress rolled back over and positioned herself on all fours, pointing that delectable little bottom right at me; both of her holes still glistening with different types of lubricant. What could a woman do at a moment like that, except what her Mistress asked?
I knelt there for a few seconds, just looking at her bottom, before she began to get impatient. She took me by surprise by turning very serious and looking right into my eyes. “Princess”, she said, in her most stern voice, “when I tell you to vigorously nail me up the ass like a proper little cheap whore, I don’t mean kneel there and drool like a baby at the prospect. You and I both know that you’ve wanted to bugger me witless since the first time you pushed a large piece of latex rubber up my pussy, and now is your chance. I mean, grab the dildo and do what I demand; and I am demanding to be buggered witless.
I’ve done it to you so many times, and I’ll admit that I enjoy buggering you, so tonight, I’ll take it the same way if you’d like me to. You’ve earned it so many times over by now, and it’s overdue that I repay the pleasure. How could I love you so much, and not give you the odd little thing that I know would make you so happy? You will be gentle with me though, won’t you?” Despite the words, it wasn’t a question! I had wanted to do my Mistress in the ass, for a considerable while, but I hadn’t realized just how transparent I was with my wants. I hadn’t mentioned it to Mistress, and never would have, but once the offer was made, I was going to take it.
“I’ll be as gentle as you like, Mistress, I swear I will be. You already know that I will, or you wouldn’t have offered me this gorgeous little peach.”
“In that case my big Princess, now’s your one chance to convert me to your way of thinking; on the all-important subject of ass fucking, anyway. I feel brave enough to let you shove your rubber cock up mine, tonight; the way you’ve wanted to do for a while; but if you don’t do it now, you may not get another chance. If I don’t get my pleasure now, I may not find the nerve to ask again, and you’ll have blown your chance.” She changed her position ever so slightly, pointed at her bum with one finger and said, “Ass… fuck… right now…you beautiful, dirty blonde cow!”
I grabbed our double-ended dildo and said, “Yes Mistress, whatever you demand!”
I did what she demanded of me, and I was still a little nervous as I knelt behind her and placed the tip of the double-ender at her rectum before very slowly, and very gently, pushing it in, all the way to where my pubes would have been, as Mistress encouraged me. “That’s it Princess, shove it in nice and deep. Bugger your randy little Mistress rigid, the way you’ve been dreaming about since the first day you pulled my knickers down to my ankles and I watched as I stepped out of them. I can take it all the way, just like you can.”
The feeling of pushing the double-ender up Mistress’ ass was wonderful; her ass was even tighter than her pussy, and when I had the toy as deep as it would go, and was pressing the front of my thighs against the back of her own, I held still, and reached forward to gently cup Mistress’ big tits in both of my hands. Then I asked her if she felt ok with what was happening. She nodded, and said, “Continue with the big rubber cock, Princess, and make me squeal!”
Following the very clear instruction I had received, I began working the dildo back and forth slowly, in short thrusts, and gradually extending the length of the thrusts, while keeping them soft and gentle. I knew, right from the start, that Mistress was enjoying anal sex, and I was quite proud of myself for giving the woman I loved the pleasure she wanted. I was gentle with her, as I should be; only becoming vigorous when asked to be, or more accurately when it was demanded of me that I be more vigorous, and that I thrust a little harder. That was the moment when I realized just how tight Mistress’ asshole really was. I don’t suppose that my own was any less tight, the first time I got fucked up it, but my memory of that instance was of the pain I endured from it, and the way I cried and begged for my Master to stop hurting me. Needless to say, the bastard did no such thing; he simply pulled my hair harder, and told me to shut up.
As I held my position with my legs pressed up against Mistress’ legs, and felt her wiggle her hips, I knew it was time to do what she wanted, and slowly pulled the rubber prick out of her asshole, in preparation to push it back in again. I knew I was going to have to be very gentle with my Mistress, and her virgin ass. She was right when she asserted that I’d wanted to do that for a long time, although not as long as she thought. The day I first pulled her lace panties down and got a good look at her considerable bush, I was more concerned about making sure that she was willing to keep it out where I could get at it. Doing her up her lovely peachy ass didn’t enter my mind. It was an idea that I didn’t have until much later, and we were watching one of her newest porn films. I had Mistress on all fours on the living room floor; skirt up around her waist, panties around her ankles, and three fingers knuckle deep in her pussy as I stroked her clit and talked dirty to her. We were watching a particular scene where one woman was vigorously doing another woman in the ass with a big double-ended dildo, and I was sure that Mistress’ pussy was getting wetter and literally pulsating around my invading fingers as she watched the big rubber prick being pushed into a greased-up ass in front of the camera, while the owner of the ass moaned loudly.
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Then there was Mistress’ third trip to the fetish shop, in her spiked collar. She wanted to take her role-playing in that store to the next stage, presumably in one of the rooms on the upper floor. I wasn’t quite sure how it would work out, but, as was always the case, what Mistress wanted, Mistress got! She dressed herself like a fifty dollar whore, put on the collar and gave me the leash. Mistress chose to return to the store on the same day, and at roughly the same time as the previous two occasions, hoping that the same women would be in the store, as the last two occasions.
They’d been green-eyed before, and she wanted to make them even worse. There were ways of doing that, as long as she had the nerve to go through with a performance on a bed in one of the rooms, and I wasn’t entirely sure if she would, or not. After all, I was the only woman she’d shown herself to, and I doubted her willingness to take her clothes off in front of many other women. Of course, everything depended on one of the other women creating a situation where Mistress could get her wish without being seen to be offering herself on a plate. She couldn’t offer, and being the jealous owner type, I wouldn’t either. We’d have to be seen to have been maneuvered into having Mistress perform on another woman.
My part was going to be quite difficult to get exactly right; I had to get Mistress the sort of woman she wanted to play with, while making it all appear to be completely unplanned. A lot of it was going to have to come from my instinct once things began. I knew Mistress’ taste in women; I’d had plenty of time to judge what got her nipples to stand to attention and her pussy to get wet. Her taste in women tended to run, mainly, to those like herself; small-boned and petite, with a large, round ass and big, firm tits. Facial features weren’t so important, though; big tits were far more important than a pretty face. Now, I knew she wouldn’t want to be made to service another Mistress; she’d want to give a little pleasure to a slave who may not have had a great deal of it recently.
Mistress’ idea worked out quite well. When I led her through the doorway, on her leash, in her sexy outfit, we got a round of applause. There were several familiar faces; all women who seemed to spend a considerable amount of time in the store, along with their girls. While a couple of them had men on leashes, most had young women in tow. Running on my instinct, despite my initial surprise, it only took me about five seconds to guess which set of panties Mistress was going to want to get into. The girl was of mixed race; uncommon in the day. She was in her early teens, standing about four feet ten inches tall, with an ass like a peach and tits like watermelons; just Mistress’ type! Her skin color didn’t matter too much, or at least I didn’t think it would. To look at her, I was a little curious about her parentage. If she’d been born in America, then the black half of her parentage would have to have been slave stock, but what about the white half? Was the other half also slave stock, unable to find a white slave to marry, or a member of the Master’s family; probably one of his sons.
Master himself probably wouldn’t have bothered with a Negro woman, but a horny son with no girlfriend just might have. For a teenage boy, pussy was pussy, and waiting until she reached eighteen often wouldn’t feature in his plans! Sons of rich families often forced themselves onto young, often pre-teen, slave girls, because they were too young to have sex with free women. While it was technically illegal to have sex with any underage girl, even a slave, the cops tended not to give a damn. Usually the illegitimate child would end up in the slave compound because its father didn’t give a damn. After all, he’d already gotten what he wanted, and the kid was often just an embarrassing reminder of how desperate he had been to get himself some pussy. I’d seen it happen with my own eyes. In some households, slaves could do what they liked to one another, as long as it didn’t interfere with the duties they had to carry out for their owners, and if that included the big slave raping any and all of the cute female slaves, strictly according to rota, then who gave a flying fuck? In other households, slaves were required to treat each other the way the owning family treated each other. In my household, if a slave man wanted to fuck a slave woman, he had to get her permission first. Just as a child, I saw the effects of not doing so. He was in his late twenties, stood about two meters twenty, and was built like an ox. The young woman didn’t stand a chance of fighting him off. He was a new purchase and didn’t understand the rules of his new household. A hundred strokes of the lash, and eight hours staked out in the burning sun, taught him the error of his ways, and he never did anything like it again.
I had heard stories whilst in the slave compound of other ways a mixed race child could be conceived. One woman told us all her horror story. Her owner liked live sex shows that he could watch along with his guests. Those shows usually had but one theme, her, and often one or two other white women, being repeatedly raped by several male black slaves, to the cheers of the audience. She’d had three babies to the other slaves, and as soon as those children had been weaned off milk, they were sold off. That was the one thing a slave owner could get into huge amounts of trouble for doing! Whipping an adult slave to death was quite acceptable; yet selling a child of under thirteen could get an owner five to ten years in a jail cell, maybe more, depending on the age of the slave! No slave could be legally sold until he or she had reached thirteen years of age. That was to prevent babies being sold to pedophiles, as had happened in the past. Slaves or not, no baby should be subjected to that, and her owner had been caught breaking that law. All his slaves were confiscated by the state, and auctioned off, and he had been banned from ever buying any more. One of the other young women in the compound with us had been one of those babies and she added her horror story to the others. I realized, as I was listening to them, that my life could have been far worse than it actually was.
Anyway, it was time to manipulate the women in that room, so that Mistress got what she wanted. The outfit was to begin the conversation, and I was to steer it in the direction Mistress wished. Her plan was fine. “Well then, lucky bitch…you’re still hanging on to Miss. Tits, I see. Don’t suppose you’ve changed your mind on parting with her yet?” The same woman who had asked to buy Mistress the first time, was clearly still intending to buy her from me.
I didn’t even see fit to answer the question; mainly because I thought that silence would serve me better than any choice of words. “Didn’t think so. What does she do for you that no other girl could do?”
“She serves me well in the bedroom, like no one else I ever owned. She knew nothing when I bought her, and I taught her personally. Could I buy better? Could your girl do better than mine” I challenged.
“Seems like we need a comparison here! Would you permit your bitch to give a demonstration on one of us?” she asked. Bait taken then!!!
“Well, Princess?” I asked Mistress. “Would you care to demonstrate your talents on one of the women in this room?”
“Can I pick my own partner Mistress, please?” Mistress asked me.
“Anyone have an objection to my girl picking her own demonstration partner?” I asked the room in general.
“No,” was the standard answer from those who voiced an answer. “Bingo, Mistress; you’ve just got your girl,” I thought to myself. “Time to see if I read you as well as I think I can.”
Mistress looked around the room and walked towards the girl I expected she would go for. Seeing as she was still on her leash, I had to follow her. “I’d like this girl, Mistress, if that’s ok,” she said. I looked at the girl’s owner, and she nodded her head. Mistress had got her busty piece of teenage pussy!
“I’ll allow a basic demonstration down here, but any more than that, and she,” I pointed to the woman who had requested the demo, “can pay for the necessary room upstairs.”
“Agreed, just as long as I get a bedside seat,” she replied. “Oh, Mistress” I thought, “this is going to be fun.”
Mistress took the girl’s hands in her own and asked, “What is your name, young lady, mine is Jennie.” I knew that Mistress’ first name was Erika, and I just ignored the lie.
“Abigail,” replied a young woman with a smile on her face at being addressed in such a pleasant manner.
“Well then Abigail, will you allow me to make love to you?”
“Yes, Jennie; if Mistress wants me to.” She turned to her owner and asked for permission. That permission, of course, was immediately forthcoming. Everyone wanted that demo’, and allowing her girl to be fucked by another girl was a small price to pay while I put my money where my mouth was.
“Mistress,” asked ‘Jennie’, “Where should I make love to Abigail; behind the empty counter?”
“It’s as good a place as any,” I replied, seeing as it was as good a place as any.
Mistress unclipped the leash from her collar, and did the same for Abigail. Then she led her behind the empty counter, as many of us leaned over to watch what was going to occur. “Lie down, sweetie,” instructed Mistress. Abigail lay down on her back and Mistress parted her legs, before kneeling between them. We all watched as Mistress open Abigail’s sexy little top and began to tease her little nipples. The music had already been shut off, and we could all listen to the soft sounds of pleasure that Abigail was making. The expression on Abigail’s face told a complete story. I don’t think that her Mistress was a tenth as gentle with her as mine was with me. Abigail was smiling, whimpering and writhing, as Mistress fondled her nipples. After a few minutes, Mistress knelt upright and scooted backwards. She then lifted Abigail’s skirt and pulled down her panties. Poking out her tongue, she began to gently suck on Abigail’s clit and probe the inside of her pussy, at the same time as sticking her ass out. She was giving the body language equivalent of the words, “Here are my dildo holes ladies; does anyone want to play with them for me while I eat this under-age pussy?”
As Mistress munched on Abigail’s pussy, one of the audience members knelt down behind her, and looked up at me; clearly she’d recognized the gesture, and was the first one to work up the nerve to interfere. She raised her eyebrows in a questioning gesture, and I nodded my head. She quickly lifted Mistress’ short skirt to reveal the surprising fact that she hadn’t bothered to put panties on before we came out. I didn’t even know that she hadn’t put any on. “She’s got no panties on!” she announced very loudly. Running a hand under Mistress’ crotch, she brought it out and showed everyone that it was wet. She licked Mistress’ juice off her hand, and put it back where it had come from. After which she began to softly finger Mistress’ tight pussy. I was surprised when she released her grip on her girl’s leash and told her to, “Go and please Miss. Tits’s owner, and keep her sweet!” For the first time in my life, I was going to have a slave girl treating me like a genuine Mistress. I could get her to do anything I reasonably wanted, in order to be pleasured! She walked up to me and asked, “What can I do for you, to give you pleasure, Mistress?”
What indeed? “I want what your Mistress is doing to my girl,” I replied, as I leaned over the counter and stuck my ass out. The girl reached up my skirt and pulled down my panties, allowing me to step out of them. What surprised me most was the fact that I recognized feeling within myself; feelings of jealousy! Despite the fact that I had a teenage girl with her hands up my skirt, I was jealous of the woman who was crouching behind my Mistress and had fingers in her pussy. She was my owner, so what right did I have to be jealous of anything she did, or anything she got? While I wanted to keep that young, fit, body all to myself, I shouldn’t have expected Mistress to be faithful to her slave. The funny thing was that I did expect Mistress to be faithful to me, even though I knew I shouldn’t. After all, Mistress had told me that she loved me, and everyone knew that lovers should be faithful to each other. I suppose, however, that the teenage hands wandering around my ass and pussy were indications that I also was in the process of being unfaithful to the woman I loved, and I wondered if Mistress would feel as jealous of me, as I was of her. However, to judge by what Mistress was doing, I doubted that she’d even see what I was doing, let alone be feeling anything but the pussy on her tongue and the fingers in her own pussy. Hopefully, I also wouldn’t be feeling much more than the fingers in my pussy quite soon.
I felt the touch of the slave girl’s fingers around my crotch, and the unmistakable sensation of the application of artificial lubrication being applied to my pussy lips. Then she slipped the first finger inside me, and as I hoped, my jealousy began to fade as my pleasure began to take over. In a way it was a strange feeling, as the girl giving me pleasure wanted none in return. She didn’t expect to gain anything out of what was happening, and concentrated purely on my pleasure. Despite merely being in her teens, the so far unnamed girl was pretty good at what she did. Her fingers were stimulating my sensitive spots like a professional; as I did for my Mistress. My first thought, after that one, was to offer the girl the same in return, but that probably wouldn’t suit my role.
Anyway, as I enjoyed the sensation in my loins, and listened to Mistress vocalizing her pleasure through Abigail’s pussy, I noticed that everyone in the room was looking down at the three women on the floor. Mentally, I compared the shy, reserved and innocent young woman I had to encourage to show me her pussy, in order to show her what my fingers and tongue could do to it, to the dirty little lesbo slut on the sex shop floor, being fingered by a complete stranger, and eating out another complete stranger. How my beautiful, shy, little Mistress had changed since that first night! I wondered how far Mistress was prepared to go, that day, but I figured that after she’d worked up the courage, she’d go all the way with the woman kneeling behind her. In a way, she was going to discover how the other half lived, because the woman was not going to treat her in quite the same way I did. Mistress wouldn’t be hurt, because that was property damage, and the penalties could be severe if the other woman willfully damaged my property. Injuring another owner’s slave was equal to damaging her car, or breaking the windows of her house. In America, a slave was a valuable piece of property, and prison sentences had been known to be handed out to people who intentionally injured them. Another question I asked myself was ‘did I want to watch Mistress be fucked?’ I decided that I did. I had a gun in my purse, and I thought it likely that I‘d be the only person in the room, apart from Mistress, who did. (Getting a permit to buy a gun wasn’t exactly easy, and getting one to allow you to carry it concealed was much more difficult. The articles of Confederation originally allowed a citizen to carry whatever the hell he damn-well pleased. Times, of course, had changed considerably. The much revised articles from the nineteen twenties put very strict limits on what a citizen could own, and that hadn’t changed much in the following hundred years. While you could own a rifle, it had to be manual operation. Machine pistols were only allowed by special permit, and Mistress and I both had those permits.) I intended to make sure that Mistress was not mistreated, with force if need be.
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Enjoy. Sorry that I don’t know what actually techniques are used in a massage. I just guessed on that part.
Mother knows best
“You look absolutely radiant, dear,” Hillary’s mother said after giving her a congratulatory kiss, “is Paul excited about prospect of becoming a father!?!” “Oh, yes yes, mother,” Hillary gushed, “he’s already talking about how he can’t wait to teach our son how to play baseball and all the other sports!!!” Jill Conway chuckled a bit and commented, “I hope you reminded him of option number two!!!” “Hillary giggled at the prospect of presenting her young husband with a bouncing baby girl and replied, “He’ll be happy no matter what we get, but I think he’d be even more excited if we had a boy, I think most first time fathers are, don’t you think!?!” “You’re probably right,” her mother replied, “and by the way, dear, how are you feeling, the doctor says everything’s all up to snuff!?!” “I feel just fine, mother,” she answered quickly, “and Dr. Adams says everything’s just great!!!” After taking a sip of her juice, Jill Conway got a far off look in her eyes and offered, “I’m sure everything is just fine, it’s just that I remember when I got pregnant that strange feelings and desires practically overwhelmed me, so if you want to talk about it, I just want you to know I’m here for you!!!”
Both women were quiet for a moment, and after choosing her words carefully Hillary said softly, “Well, um, there is one thing, I mean I have this incredible craving that I’m not sure that I can control!!!” Her mother patted her on the arm and whispered, “have you given in to your desire, dear, I mean I completely understand if you have!?!” “Oh mom,” she replied before breaking down in tears, “ever since I found out that I was pregnant I’ve had the most incredible desire to fuck well hung black men!!!” “Now, now,” her mother soothed, “it’s just that your vagina is so sensitive right now that any little thing can set it off, and for you, somehow you’ve become fixated with large black peckers!!!” “I just can’t explain it,” she sniffled, “the other day at work I was in my office doing some paperwork when the mail room boy stopped in with some letters!!!” “Is he black,” her mother asked gently?!? “Yes he is,” she shot back, “and he’s only nineteen years old, and just having him in the same room with me was pure torture, I just had to have him!!!” “And did you,” Jill asked softly, “I mean did you use him to satisfy the burning in your vagina!?!” “With her eyes still shiny with tears, “Hillary nodded her head and replied, “I’m ashamed to admit it, but I did!!!”
Both women let that sink in for a moment until Jill asked in barely a whisper, “Was his penis quite large, did it have the effect you so desired!?!” “Oh, mother he was huge,” Hillary sighed, “I’d never seen such a large penis in my entire life, and to have such a massive organ on such a thin young man made it even more arousing!!!” “Was he circumcised,” her mother asked thickly!?! “That’s another thing that was so wonderful about it,” Hillary replied, “his was the first uncut penis I had ever seen, and I must say that sliding that long piece of foreskin back and exposing his huge head was extremely exciting for me!!!” “Of course you sucked him to completion,” he mother offered a matter of factly, “I just know that you couldn’t help yourself!!!” “I-I let him ejaculate in my mouth twice,” she stammered softly, “and each time I swallowed all of his cum!!!” “When you were sucking his penis,” Jill asked, “was he saying anything or was he being quiet!?!” “Oh my,” she replied quickly, “he was calling me his white whore and cum slut, it was very, very arousing to say the least!!!” “So,” her mother offered gently, “now I guess we’re about to get down to it, so tell me, how hard did he fuck you!!!”
Jill had by now slipped her hand up her dress and into her panties where she was diddling her fully erect clitoris, and as he daughter did the same, she explained, “Well you see, after I let him cum in my mouth for the second time, he had me stand up and take off all of my clothes, and when he saw how dark and full my nipples and breasts were he went absolutely nuts!!!” “He liked you large chest, I take it,” Jill replied with a laugh, “but then again who wouldn’t!!!” “Oh, mama,” Hillary sighed, “I nursed him just like he was a baby, it felt so natural and wonderful to have a black man at my chest sucking me, and even though he had just cum twice, his penis got really hard while he sucked on my big boobs!!!” “Oh, I forgot to ask,” Jill asked almost urgently, “have you shaved your vagina yet, or are you still bushy!?!” “I started shaving it smooth two weeks ago, so I was clean as a whistle when I let him have me,” she replied, “and I must say, the second he saw my bare pussy he went wild!!!” “And that’s when he fucked you,” her mother asked!?! “Oh no,” she replied, “first he ate my pussy, and ohhhhhhhhhh was he a good cunt sucker!!!” “Did you have a hard one, dear,” Jill asked her daughter, “I mean did the young black buck suck you to orgasm!?!” “I came like a rocket,” she sighed, “his tongue was all over my clitty, and believe me, I wasn’t the first white woman he had sucked!!!”
Both women were now furiously fingering their buttery slits, and as they neared their climaxes Jill asked, “w-when he finally fucked you did you ride him!?!” “N-no,” she moaned while flicking her middle finger over her very erect clit, “h-he rode me, he pushed me down on my desk and mounted me, god it felt nice to have him on top of me!!!” “I-is that when he penetrated you,” Jill gasped as her finger literally flew over her hot clitty, “did he finally fuck you hard and fast, just like a good little white girl likes it!?!” “Y-yes, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh am I hot,” Hillary moaned, “he took his erection and slowly slid it into my smooth cunt, making me come in a rainbow of colors while he rode me for all I was worth!!!” Both women had hands that were shaking like crazy, but finally after they had gotten their panties down around their ankles, they both spread wide while fingering their buttery slits!!!
Suddenly Jill leaned in on Hillary s legs, and brought her mouth to her sweet pussy, licking it, teasing it, nibbling it, and questing for the hotspot of her clitoris. It swept her away in waves of lust, as she clutched at the back of her head, running her fingers through her hair and pressing her face into her cunt. Her expert tongue flicked along her slit, caressing and sucking on her nub, as she was brought to orgasm. She held her on the crest of that, her fingers reaching up to tweak and pull on her nipples as her body shuddered under her attentions, and then she tongued her to a second bone-shaking, sweat-drenched climax.
“O-oh mother,” Hillary moaned, “I feel like such a slut!” Both of them were now pretty much on automatic pilot, and as their orgasms built in their groins, images of the young hung black stud bounced around inside their heads as orgasms of monumental proportions slammed into their pussies again and again like shells from a Howitzer, leaving them both stunned and devastated from the experience!!!
“G-good lord, mother,” Hillary groaned, “are you trying to kill me or something, that was incredible!?!” “Her mother just chuckled and replied, “Just remember one thing, dear, you can’t control your desires, you can only hope to contain them, understand!?!” And with a wry smile Hillary replied, “Understand!!!”
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My Little Cocksucker
A young woman meets me and quickly becomes my personal cocksucker.
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The Cheerleader Blues
The Cheerleader Blues
by Lubrican
Julie Osborne was one pissed girl. If you’d just looked at her for the first time, you would have wondered what in the world this girl had to be pissed about. She was beautiful, smart, had nice clothes, and lots of friends. She was a cheerleader – the head cheerleader in fact – and one of the most popular girls around. She didn’t have a car, but that was because she didn’t want one. She liked to be catered to, which often included making demands on her parents to take her places and so forth. She rarely lacked for a ride and had ridden the school bus only once. The hissy fit she’d thrown after that had convinced her father it was worth taking her so he wouldn’t have to listen to her bitch.
In short she was a rich, beautiful, spoiled, teenaged bitch.
Beautiful probably wasn’t the right word for her. “Living wet dream” would be better. Her auburn hair fell past her shoulders when it wasn’t up in a pony tail. Her breasts were softball sized, with perky little nipples that thrust up and out proudly when she sashayed down the street or hallway. Her hips provided the rest of the sashay and she knew how to use them. Her slim abdomen proved that she took her calisthenics seriously. She had a good body and she knew it and she was for sure going to keep it. Her eyes were a luminescent bright green that caused lots of people to think she was wearing colored contact lenses. She was tanned everywhere visible. She wore the tiniest bikini her father would suffer in public and an even smaller one in the back yard when she lay out in the sun. No one but her closest girl friends and family had ever seen her in that one. Even her brother perked up when she wore it.
Boys flocked around Julie like starving birds at an overturned grain truck. More males jerked off fantasizing about her than spilled their seed looking at Playboy magazines. Every one of them wanted to be the one who ended up between her sweet naked thighs one day.
But that wasn’t likely, because Julie was a virgin and she intended to stay that way. She had a reputation for being loose and fast, but that was of her own doing. With each boy she went out with, she’d let him feel her breasts, or kiss long passionate kisses, but when she felt that warm spot growing in her abdomen she knew it was time to call a halt. What she did then was pure genius. She invariably told the boy, whoever he was, that she wanted to let him, and she might let him, but only if certain things happened. Her rules were these: First, if anyone asked the boy how far he’d gotten, he was to smile and say he couldn’t say. Second, he could pretend he’d gotten as far as he wanted, but could not actually say he’d done anything at all. Third, he had to let her be in control of everything they did.
Of course every guy said “Yes”. Those who broke the rules never got to take her out again. Those who played by the rules at the very most got jerked off by her soft hand, but never seemed to get much further. Eventually they broke up with her, never knowing why they hadn’t succeeded where they just knew others had. So, while no man got to plumb her virgin depths, everyone thought others had.
Everything went fine until she lost the bet. It had been a stupid bet in the first place. Her friends had been tittering one day about a new guy in school and about how he had such a big bulge. They were making bets about which girl would get to see it first. Julie had said it was stupid to even care, but then Tanya, her primary rival in the ongoing popularity contest some girls play started needling her. It ended up as a bet between Tanya and Julie that each of them would see it first. Then the terms of the bet had to be decided. It was decided that whichever one lost would have to ask Morty Blakely out on a date and get him to come in his underwear. The cum-soaked underwear themselves were to be the proof. Morty was the school nerd and everyone knew that his mother still sewed his name onto all his clothes. One of the other girls had to be a witness to confirm the win. The bet was on.
Then, the next day, to everyone’s surprise, Tanya went right up to the new boy and offered him twenty dollars to show her his cock. She told him and Cindy Patterson to meet her in the locker room after school. She gave him the money, he showed his cock to Tanya and Cindy, and, in the time honored tradition of Capitalism, the bet was won.
Tanya had done it just to embarrass her and that’s why Julie was pissed. Julie had tried to wiggle out of the deal, saying Tanya had cheated, but the girls held her to the bet. She had to go out with Morty, jerk him off and get his cum-soaked skivvies as proof.
She approached him with a decided lack of glee.
“Hey Morton,” she said. He glanced up at her from where he was sitting in the library. His eyes got a little wider as he realized who it was addressing him.
“Uh … Hi Julie,” he said. His eyes looked big through his thick glasses. He had dark hair that was slicked back over his head. It looked greasy. Her stomach churned. He had on loose clothing that looked too big for him, like it was hand-me-downs from an older brother or something. For some reason she noticed his fingers, holding the book open. They were long and slender and very smooth.
“I need a favor, Morton,” she said, standing there, looking at him. “I don’t have a date Friday night and I wanted to go to the drive in.”
Morton gulped. She couldn’t mean she wanted to go with him. He had expected her to ask him to do a term paper for her, or something like that. He got lots of those. But he never did them. He was smart and he was that way because he studied. He wasn’t about to use his smarts to get other people credit. Especially people who were rude to him and hurt his feelings. People like Julie. He came to the conclusion she was playing with him, for some kind of cruel joke. He wasn’t going to play.
“I’m sure there are lots of guys who would love to take you to the drive in,” he said. “Why don’t you ask Brett, or Conway or one of those other jocks?”
Julie couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. It was almost like he didn’t want to go out with her. What a loser. But she had to make this happen.
“I’m quite sure you are right,” she said sweetly. “But I decided I wanted you to take me.”
Morton’s eyes narrowed. He looked around, trying to see who was hiding and watching. He didn’t see anyone. Julie saw him peering around and looked herself, to see what he was looking at. When she looked back at him he was looking at her face. That got her attention for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on.
“You want me … to take you … to the drive in Friday night.” He said it flatly, staring at her face the whole time. “That was it!” she thought. He was looking at her FACE, not where every other guy she’d ever talked to had looked. They all talked to her breasts. She wondered why this man wasn’t staring at her breasts. Maybe he was gay.
“Yes” she said automatically. Then “Are you gay?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She blushed. “I didn’t mean that,” she said. He was staring at her open mouthed. His mouth shut in a grim line.
“Look, Julie, I’m sure you’re having a lot of fun, but I have studying to do.” He dropped his gaze back to the book and ignored her.
She folded her arms under her breasts. What was he doing? He couldn’t just ignore her! She was the most popular girl in school! She had just given him the opportunity that at least fifty boys would cut off their right arms to get. She was going to actually touch his pathetic little peter, for pity’s sake! Of course he didn’t know that. But nobody ever just ignored her.
Julie stamped her foot in anger. “Look, Morton. I asked you to take me to the movies. Will you do it or not?” She glared at him.
Morton looked up at this vision of loveliness. He noticed those luscious looking breasts as his eyes went by them, but he very intentionally kept his eyes moving until they were locked on her eyes. She was pissed off! He could see it in her eyes. He wondered what was going on. It had to be a joke, or some kind of cruel game.
“Why do you want me to take you to the movies?” he asked quietly.
Julie was taken aback. Why did anyone go to the movies? To see a movie and make out. Everyone knew that. She had a horrible feeling that he had somehow found out about the bet. His eyes looked deep, like she could fall into them. Why was he staring at her face? “Well … I … uh … um… I just want you to, OK?” she was flustered. She was so flustered that she added “Please?”
He looked around again. Still nobody watching them. He made his decision on impulse. “OK,” he said, and was immediately sorry he’d done so. He looked back down at his book.
Julie stood there. She’d gotten past the first hurdle. Now what? Now he was ignoring her again. Who was this boy? Why didn’t he react like all the others? “You do have a car … don’t you?” she said.
He looked back up. “My folks have a van. I can probably borrow it. That OK?”
She was unnerved by his calmness. She nodded her head and fled.
That night the phone rang. It was Morton. “What time and where do you want me to pick you up?” he asked. She wanted to groan. She gave him the information and dreaded the weekend for the rest of the week.
Promptly at 8:30 Morton knocked on the door of Julie’s house. He was nervous. He’d never been on a real date before. He’d never really thought about going out with a girl.
He didn’t have to.
He had three older sisters and they had all three been fucking him regularly since he was twelve. It was sort of a family tradition. His parents believed that siblings who slept together would form a bond that would last a lifetime, and that his sisters, if he kept them happy, would not sleep around with just any guy. For the most part they had been right. His eldest sister Lee Anne had just gotten married at age 23. Ruth, the middle one was 20 and engaged. Both of them had moved out in the last several years, leaving only Leticia. Now he and Leticia were the only ones left. She was insatiable, and he was glad she was the only one he had to keep happy any more. He knew it was a weird life, but he was used to it. One of the things he’d been worried about was that someone had found out about his family’s habits and told Julie. And that all this, whatever it was that was going on, was the result.
When he’d driven up to her address he went on by, looking all around, trying to find the cars of other kids he knew must be waiting to play some joke on him. There was nothing. Finally he’d parked on the street and gone up. A woman opened the door. “Hello,” she said with a questioning look.
“Hi. I’m Morton. I have a … date … with Julie.” He could tell the woman was Julie’s mother. She was very beautiful herself, with the same hair and body as her daughter.
“Morton,” said the woman, looking at him speculatively. “Well, Morton, come on in. Julie’s never ready on time. I must say it’s refreshing to have a boy actually come to the door to pick her up. Usually they just sit in the car and honk.”
Morton went in and immediately found himself being catered to by Julie’s mom. She brought him a drink and put a plate of cookies on the end table beside him. Then she sat in a chair to one side and began talking to him. He was uncomfortable at first. Adults didn’t usually talk to him much. It was because he was usually smarter than they were. He had an impossibly high I.Q. and most people found his intellect intimidating. But Mrs. Osborne turned out to be one smart lady herself and in no time they were chatting about a number of things. He was actually enjoying himself when Julie walked into the room. “Mom! Morton! I … uh … I didn’t know you were here.” Morton had stood as soon as she came into the room. Mrs. Osborne commented “And he has manners too! Julie, where did you find this delightful young man?”
Julie shot a look of daggers at her mother, who didn’t notice because she was still looking at Morton. “Mom, you’re embarrassing me,” she growled. Her mother turned a surprised look on her. Julie could sense questions coming and said hurriedly “Come on Morton, we have to go.” She left immediately, leaving her mother and Morton behind. Mrs. Osborne saw Morton staring wistfully at her retreating daughter and put her hand on his arm. She was surprised to find that under the baggy shirt he was wearing his arm felt thick and muscular.
“Give her a chance,” she said as he looked at her surprised. “She’s not really the bitch she just appeared to be.” Then she smiled at Morton, patted him on the arm and said “Have fun.”
Julie was already sitting in the van when he got outside. It was a camper, really. His dad loved to go out camping and the van was his concession to technology while camping. Basically it was a place to sleep in a dry and warm environment. It didn’t have much else in the back other than the big wide bed and a lot of storage compartments. The front had everything someone on the road might want. There was a GPS unit, a nice radio/stereo, lots of places to put food and drink. All the windows had curtains and shades that could black it out in daylight if needed.
Julie was looking at the bed when he got in. “Don’t get any ideas Morton,” she growled at him. He glanced at the bed and then back at her. For the first time he looked at her as a female of his species. She was good looking for sure. He didn’t look at women the way other boys his age did. A woman was an instrument who could be played, once you knew where her buttons were. With all three of his sisters he had learned how to leave them completely limp, almost lifeless after what they could only term as amazing orgasms. Morton enjoyed spurting his semen in a woman just as much as the next guy, but when you had three of them to service you had to pace yourself. He had therefore studied the female anatomy and he knew every one of the supposed 97 erogenous zones on the female body. He had seen sex as a chore for several years until he had learned enough to get them off easily.
Nowadays the game he played was trying to time his own orgasm to coincide precisely with his sister’s. He’d gotten pretty good and was usually able to unleash his balls and feel his sperm traveling through his penis just at the same time his sister’s pussy clamped down on him. Now, looking at Julie, he wondered which places on her body would leave HER limp. It was obvious she wasn’t interested, but he wondered.
“Julie?” he said as he started the van and drove off. “What’s going on?”
She knew his words weren’t a greeting. She tried to play dumb. “Oh, not much.”
He looked over at her. “Julie, look, I know you don’t want to go out with me, OK? Any idiot could see that. So what’s all this really about?”
Julie finally looked at him. He wasn’t whiny, like she thought he’d be. He didn’t talk with a funny voice, like she thought he would. Her mother had been deep in conversation with him, and her mother NEVER talked to any of the boys she went out with. Her mother referred to most of the boys she dated as “Bags of testosterone.” He was different than boys she’d been around and she didn’t quite know how to act. She couldn’t just tell him she needed his shorts full of cum. He’d dump her out and then she’d be completely uncool. But if she tried the usual things she did to get a boy drooling, somehow she knew they just wouldn’t work. She didn’t know how she knew, she just knew it.
Things weren’t turning out the way she’d planned. She thought about what Tanya had done with that new boy. Hmmmmmmmm.
“Look Morton. I’ll give you fifty dollars if you’ll cum in your underwear and give them to me.”
Even a genius can be caught off guard. The van did go off the road and into somebody’s lawn, but he missed two cars and a garden Gnome. He found himself parked on the sidewalk and hastily backed into the street. He drove a block and pulled over. He turned in the seat and looked at her. She looked upset and nervous.
“You want me to ejaculate into my underwear and then give them to you. And for this you’ll give me fifty dollars.” He said it very clearly, so there was no mistake about what she heard.
“Yes,” she said, looking out the front of the van. “Will you do it?”
“No.” He put the van in drive and pulled back out.
Julie was in a panic. “A hundred! I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”
He kept driving. He turned a corner and then another. It was obvious he was headed back to her house. Julie wanted to cry. How had this turned out so badly? Her life was going to be ruined. Tanya would be the queen of the school and no one would like her any more. She HAD to win. “OK OK, I’ll tell you what happened. But don’t take me home. Please Morton … I’ll tell you.”
Again he pulled over. She looked at him and felt a little ashamed. “Look, I promise I’ll tell you. But could we just go on to the drive in? I mean, forget what I said. I’m an idiot, OK? Let’s just go and watch the movie and I’ll tell you what’s going on and then you can take me home. OK? Please?”
For the second time with this girl Morton went on impulse. He pulled back out and drove to the drive in. Neither of them said a word until they were there. Because he was driving a tall vehicle, the attendant told him he had to park on the back row. There were very few vehicles there, but Julie actually felt relieved that they wouldn’t be surrounded by cars.
She looked at him. He was waiting patiently. “Look, I promised and I will. Let me go get us something to snack on. I’ll buy. This is all my fault.” She got out and walked toward the concession stand. Morton assumed she’d hook up with a friend and he’d never see her again until they all laughed at him in school. He almost started the van and drove off, just to show her he wasn’t playing.
At the concession stand Julie saw her friends. They huddled all around her wanting to know who she was there with and so on. The usual stuff. She knew if she didn’t tell them they’d be curious and follow her back to the van. She didn’t want that. “I’ve got Morton out there and I’m about to settle the bet.” The girls all squealed and Julie told them to keep it down. “He’s going to be a tough nut to crack. He’s so shy he won’t even talk to me or look at me. I don’t want to scare him off, so don’t come around and bother us. I think he’s already suspicious. It may take a couple of dates to do this without making him so mad he won’t ever do another paper for us.” She was proud of herself for delaying the inevitable, and the girls bought it. She also reminded them not to tell Tanya because Tanya would try to screw it up. They agreed. She sighed with relief, got popcorn and soda and went back to the van.
When he saw her coming with the food balanced precariously in her arms Morton peered carefully at her. He was trying to be sure it really was her and not some jock trying to sneak up on him – part of the big joke he was still sure was going on. But it really was her. She got in and handed him some popcorn and a drink. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got Coke,” she said. The previews came on the screen.
He gave her ten minutes. “Look, Julie, I know this is some kind of joke or something. So why are we dragging it out. Call in whoever is going to throw water on me, or steal my pants or whatever it is and let’s get it over with. I could be reading a good book right now.”
Julie was startled. He really was pretty smart. It hurt her feelings a little bit that he thought she’d play that kind of joke on him. She wasn’t mean like that. And the thought that he’d rather be reading a BOOK than be out with her was enough to start her blood simmering. Still, the only hope she had was that after telling him the real deal he’d either have pity on her, or need the money enough to do it. So, she took a deep breath and told him the truth.
It was quiet for a while when she finished. Finally he spoke. “So she gave the guy 20 bucks to see his penis so she could win the bet and put you down, and now you figure I’ll do what you want for a hundred so you can put her down. Is that about it?”
Well, when you put it that way, it didn’t sound very nice, she thought. “Well, I supposed that’s technically correct,” she said. “But I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s just that all the girls will like her better than me if I don’t.”
“And these are the people whose friendship you crave.” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement. “These people will abandon you if you can’t manage to come up with a pair of my stained jockey’s.” Why did he have to put it like that? “You people are so sad,” he finished. She wanted to be mad, but, for some reason couldn’t.
It was quiet for a while longer. “I’ll make you a deal,” he said.
Her hopes were revived. “What kind of deal?” she said hesitantly.
“You answer my questions truthfully, then you do what I tell you to do, and I’ll do it for free.”
She was immediately suspicious. “OK to the questions, but I’m not going to promise to do just anything you tell me to. There are some things I won’t do.”
“Well thank goodness for that. Maybe you aren’t a total loss after all,” he said grimly.
She was incensed. Who did he think he was to talk to her that way? But he said he’d do it. She was saved! “OK, what are the questions?”
“Are you a virgin?” he said with a straight face.
“Are you out of your mind?” she screeched “That’s none of your business. I’m not …”
“You promised to answer my questions,” he said simply.
“Shit,” she said disgustedly. “Look, all this is between us, right? I mean what we say in this van goes no further. It has to be that way or you can take me home right now and I’ll figure something else out. What are you, some kind of pervert?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m the kind of pervert who tries to pay a hundred dollars for some cum-stained underwear. You’re in good company.”
She shut her mouth. Damn him. “Will this stay between us?”
“It will,” he said simply.
“OK, yes. I’ve never had sex.” She whispered it.
“Thank you,” he said. “Why, if you’ve never had sex, do you allow all those boys to claim they’ve been in your panties?”
That surprised her. She’d expected him to demand that she take said panties off or something. “Well, if you have the reputation, boys will do … almost anything to get a chance to … you know. I mean if everybody knows you’re a virgin and that you don’t … you know … then nobody would ever ask you out.”
He was shaking his head. “You people are soooo sad. OK. I understand that. Now, do you masturbate?”
“SHIT!” she moaned. “Please don’t make me answer that question. Why do you want to know all this anyway?”
“Call me a student of humanity,” he said. “I’m curious about what makes people like you tick. I’m also deciding what I’m going to ask you to do in exchange for my ‘cum soaked jockeys’,” he said.
“Look, buster, like I said. I AM a virgin, and I’m going to STAY a virgin. And while I may masturbate, no boy has ever seen me do it, and neither will you, so if that’s what you have in mind, forget it.”
“Tell me how you masturbate,” he said. She took a big breath and he went on “I know, I know, I must be some kind of pervert. Look, trust me on this, OK? I’m not a pervert and there really is a good reason for me asking you. I’m thinking about doing something nice for you. Just answer the question.”
Now she was quiet for a while. Then she said “OK, I’ll tell you, but answer me this first. Do you have a hardon right now?”
“No.”
She reached over and put her hand on his lap. She felt around and squeezed his obviously flaccid penis.
“Are you gay?”
“No.”
“If you aren’t gay, why don’t you have a boner right now? Every guy I’ve ever known who even thought about female masturbation got hard as a rock.”
“I don’t have a ‘boner’ right now because you aren’t acting sexy in any way, shape or form. Right now the chick on the screen is sexier than you are.” He didn’t say it like he was trying to hurt her feelings. He just sounded like he was answering her question.
My, but he was a strange one.
So she took a breath and described how she rubbed herself when she was alone in her room and was horny. She was describing how she put her fingers on her pussy when he interrupted. “Do you use one, two, three or all four fingers? Are they loose or stiff?” She was so surprised that he’d ask something that specific she just blurted out the answer “I use all four and they’re stiff.”
“Do you ever put anything inside you?”
This was weird, but it was also just a little exciting now. Here she was describing to a complete stranger, and a boy at that, how she did some very intimate things. Yet he wasn’t slobbering all over her, or rubbing his cock or anything like that. He sounded genuinely interested, which was the strangest thing of all. “Sometimes, yes. I have a … hair brush that has a nice smooth handle on it … ” She stopped. She was blushing! “This is so embarrassing,” she said.
“You’re doing fine. Don’t get embarrassed. We’re just talking about biological processes. Think of it as a medical procedure that’s used to get the body to do a specific response.” She thought that was a very odd way of thinking about it.
He asked her all sorts of other odd questions, like where she tingled when a boy touched her, and what tickled, and what kind of perfume she liked the best. He asked her what her favorite foods were. He asked her if she played with her breasts when she masturbated and what parts of her body boys had actually seen or touched. He asked her if she’d ever had a full body massage. She didn’t even know how to answer that one. Finally he seemed to be out of questions. Now what would he do?
Finally he spoke. “OK, here’s what I want you to do. First, I want to give you a full body massage. That will be tonight.” He could sense her unease. “I won’t touch you anywhere that you would call sexual. I won’t touch your breasts or between your legs. However you’ll have to be only in panties, so I don’t have to deal with clothing being in the way. I will stay completely clothed. That’s tonight. Then I want you to go out with me again. If, after that date, you are unhappy with anything that happens tonight or on that date, I’ll give you your ‘cum soaked skivvies’ and we’ll be done.”
Julie thought long and hard. No boy had ever seen her in only her panties. Of course they covered more than her bikini did, but that wasn’t the point. “You won’t touch me anywhere I tell you not to?” she asked.
“Right,” he said flatly.
She told him to wait in the front while she went to the back and got undressed. It was dark enough she knew he couldn’t see her back there. She shivered and heard him turn on some kind of fan. She felt warm air flow over her. She stretched out on the bed, face down. She was very nervous. “OK,” she said tightly.
He came into the back and rummaged in a storage box. He came up with something in his hand. “This is some oil that will let my hands slide on your skin,” he said. She expected him to start on her back, but the first thing he touched was her foot. He picked it up and began pressing and twisting it around. His hands were firm and warm.
No one had ever done this to her feet.
It felt marvelous.
Everything he did felt marvelous.
She couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt with his long fingered hands moving across her body. She was an athlete, and was well muscled under her smooth skin. He found all those muscles and pressed into them, causing what at first felt like pain, but then turned into sweet release as each muscle relaxed. At one point his hands were between her legs, working her inner thighs. He was within an inch of her pussy, but he never brushed it or touched it in any way. Even there his hands felt wonderful and she wasn’t worried about them at all. By the time he’d gotten to her neck and scalp she was limp all over. Her body jiggled loosely as he manipulated it. He spoke softly for her to turn over and she did so automatically, not even thinking she was exposing herself in a way no boy had ever seen. Of course it was dark in the van, but she knew the light coming through the windshield was enough that he could see her.
For some reason that didn’t bother her.
He started at her feet again, stretching each toe, rubbing between them, rotating her ankles. When he worked the front of her thighs he hit muscles she used all the time in her cheerleading routines. She groaned as he prodded and poked and suddenly she felt that warm ball in the pit of her stomach. The one that scared her. The one that meant she was going to have to masturbate when she got home. She was amazed that she could feel that way with Morton, but then she thought “No boy has ever made me feel this good before.”
Always before, when she felt that warning sensation she called everything to a halt. But this time she didn’t. What he was doing felt too good. And besides, he hadn’t touched her in a sexual way at all.
She let him continue.
He finished his deep probing, deftly skipping around her breasts, though he was able somehow to work on the muscles that supported them high on her chest. She’d never felt anything that good in her life and part of her wished his hands would have worked their magic on her breasts too. Other boys had touched her there, but she knew his hands would be better – much better. Now his touch lightened and his fingers caressed. One finger traced a line from her neck across her collar bone, down beside her breast, to her waist and then made an intricate pattern on her abdomen. She felt her pussy beginning to get damp. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She hadn’t been this excited since the very first time a boy had exposed his penis to her. Then he did the other side of her body. Now she wanted him to use those fingers on her breasts. “Morton?” she said softly.
“Yeah?” he said quietly.
“You can touch my breasts … if you want to.”
He smiled in the dark.
He continued his light touch, going over her legs and the bottom of her feet. He unbound her pony tail and massaged her scalp and face as she ooooohed and ahhhhed. Finally his fingers approached her breasts. She held her breath, anticipating the pleasure.
“Breathe,” he said, and she let it out just as his fingers began to cover the place she wanted him to touch. They traced circles around her nipples until she squirmed.
“Don’t tense up,” he murmured, and she relaxed again. He pressed his oil-covered palms over her nipples and worked the flesh firmly, rotating the underlying tissue and stretching the muscles that connected. She sighed and lay limp. Then the feather touch again and his fingers actually reached her small up thrust nipples. He strummed them, and then pinched them lightly, all the time running his fingertips around and over her mounds. She was on cloud nine. The ball of heat in her groin was getting bigger – hotter. Her pussy was actually wet now. She knew it. He was touching her in ways she hadn’t imagined anyone could touch her.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Would you like to have an orgasm now?”
“YES!” she thought. A small nagging thought crossed her mind. She couldn’t let him touch her there. But it would feel so good to let go and feel it. And she was so close already. “Yesss,” she hissed “But…”
He was still right by her ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered and she shivered at the feel of his hot breath in her ear. “I promised”. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked her throat under her ear at the same time he pinched her nipples hard. His tongue flitted to her ear lobe and neck in several places as his fingers pulled her nipples away from her body and then let them snap back. Her back arched with that pull and she felt the dam break in her loins as the sweet pain in her nipples streaked to her pussy and back again. Now the only thing he was touching was her throat, with his tongue, and the explosion in her pussy waned, leaving her feeling sated, satisfied, limp, and relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her gently, lightly on the lips, and sat back.
Julie breathed deeply and turned her head to look at him. Morton sat there quietly, beside her. She lifted her hand and put it in his lap, feeling. He was erect. Very erect.
“Thank goodness,” she sighed. Suddenly he was laughing.
They talked in the dark, and somehow she didn’t feel naked, though she very nearly was. They had shared something more intimate than anything she had ever done, but she didn’t feel threatened or nervous at all. They talked about little things, school, what they wanted to do after school, nothing in particular. She realized the movie was over and people were leaving. She couldn’t believe so much time had passed. His massage had lasted over an hour.
And he hadn’t tried anything. Even though he’d gotten very hard. She couldn’t get over how different he was from the other boys. He went back to the front while she got dressed.
“Thank you,” she said as she sat back down in the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe that happened. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said. “You have good muscles.”
Now it was she who laughed. She’d been almost completely naked, let him touch her and all he could say was that she had good muscles.
He stopped in front of her house and got out to walk her up to the door. “So …” he said.
“Next week?” she said simply. He smiled and nodded. She felt that heat in the pit of her stomach again, and on impulse kissed him on the lips. “I had a great time,” she said.
And she meant it.
The next week was at once agonizingly slow in passing and so quickly gone she almost wasn’t prepared mentally for their next date. She had gone up to her room and masturbated TWICE after he left. She couldn’t get over the feel of his fingers on her body, his tongue on her neck. She knew she’d let him touch her again, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen. She started to worry, but remembered he’d done only what she’d asked him to do, and nothing more.
She blew her friends off, saying she had another date with him, and that she was going to succeed. Tanya smirked.
On Monday a strange thing had happened. A girl whose name she knew was Leticia came up to her. Leticia was a quiet girl who stayed in the background, and Julie had never talked to her before. Leticia stopped in front of Julie and said “You went out with my brother Friday night.”
Julie’s mouth opened. This was Morton’s sister? “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said.
Leticia smiled and said “Thanks. I haven’t seen him like that in years. You going out with him again?”
Julie wondered what in the world the girl was talking about. “Yeah, we have another date planned.”
Leticia smiled again and just said “Goody.” Then she left. What a strange girl, Julie thought. Of course she saw Morton during the week. He’d gotten a haircut and his hair looked fluffier, cleaner. He didn’t rush up to her and posture in front of everyone when he saw her. He just smiled and nodded his head. She felt that ball of warmth in the pit of her stomach again, just from seeing him. She couldn’t wait for Friday night.
Mrs. Osborne noticed the change in her daughter too. Saturday Julie had been up early, was bright and cheerful, and didn’t snarl at either of her parents all morning. When she asked Julie how her date with “that nice boy” went Julie didn’t scowl or avoid the question. She looked blank and said “He is nice, isn’t he?” Then she said “I had a great time.” Mrs. Osborne looked at her husband, whose eyebrows were raised. She shrugged and said “Maybe we could have him over for dinner some night?” Normally that was the kiss of death, and a boy thus invited was never seen or heard of again. Julie was humming and just said “Yeah, that’d be cool.”
As soon as she could get away Marge Osborne went to her daughter’s laundry hamper and fished out the panties closest to the top. They smelled like turned on daughter, but there was no evidence of sperm in them. She’d have to keep an eye on this young man. She’d also have to talk to her husband and see if Doc Wilson would be willing to prescribe the pill for Julie. She’d never seen Julie acting like this about a boy.
This Friday night, when Morton showed up to collect Julie, both her mother AND father answered the door. He was invited in and recognized he was being grilled and evaluated. Julie either said something or acted different after their previous date. But he engaged the adults and enjoyed talking to them. He was telling them about the bluegrass concert he and Julie were going to that night, and how the banjo player was considered to be the third fastest player on earth when Julie came down. She smiled and said “Hi Daddy, Hi Mom. Hi Morton, ready to go?” She took Morton’s hand and led him out the door.
Her father had a grim look on his face as they left. “Call Doc Wilson first thing Monday.”
As they drove toward the town the concert was in Julie said “Morton, can I ask you some questions tonight?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Do you like me?” she said.
It wasn’t a question he’d expected her to ask. “Yes, I think I do. At first I thought you were a spoiled rich … But I think there’s hope for you after all.”
She grinned at him. “I am a spoiled bitch. But try not to flatter me so much. I might think you were trying to get into my panties.”
They rode for a while. “How come you got a hardon … last time, but you didn’t try anything with me?”
He thought about it. He’d guessed right about her primary erogenous zones. He’d been trying to win a victory, but her response had been so genuine and trusting that he’d ended up having a lot of fun. He’d originally planned on leaving her frustrated, but then had wanted to see what kind of orgasm she’d have. He’d gotten pretty fired up himself. He knew if he actually fucked her she’d go absolutely crazy. “I promised you I wouldn’t touch you sexually. I broke that promise, but only after you said I could. I didn’t think you were asking for anything more than what I gave you. If you’re asking whether or not I thought about it, well, I think you found out about that afterward.”
She waited a while for the next question. “What kinds of things are you going to make me do tonight?”
“I’m not going to MAKE you do anything, tonight or ever. I like making you feel good, and I’d like to do that tonight. Whatever that turns out to be will make me feel good too.”
She said very quietly “Are you going to touch me … anywhere else?”
He felt his prick begin to fill. He knew that tone. “Only if you want me to.”
Even more quietly “I think I might want you to.”
They rode on in silence. Then she said “Um … when … when we um … well I mean when it’s time to get … what I need for the … bet … can I …help?”
“I think I’d like that a lot,” he said.
“Do we have to go to the concert?”
“I promised your parents I’d bring them a CD of the group.”
So they went to the concert, talked the door man into letting them buy a CD and then left. He drove to a state lake nearby, to a campground where the camper fit in. Julie was breathing hard as she climbed into the back.
“Do you want another massage?” Morton asked her.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think I just want you to … touch me.”
He lit a scented candle. “You want another orgasm?” he said softly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
This time she took everything off. She lay down on the bed, on her side, watching as he too began to disrobe. He was waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she never did. The last thing he removed was his underwear. He was hard. She gasped as it was bared to her. She looked at it like a bird looks at a snake.
She managed to speak “No, you’re definitely not gay.”
This time he used his lips instead of his fingers. She was his almost immediately as she submitted to his expertise. As his lips grazed across the pattern he made on her abdomen he saw her legs begin to part all by themselves. He could smell her arousal.
Julie knew he was going to go lower. She knew she shouldn’t let him, but she knew she would. In fact she couldn’t wait for him to get there. Her legs opened all by themselves. As he moved around to climb onto the bed her knees bent, coming up toward her head, and then they fell apart as she opened herself completely to him. He leaned down and feasted. Her world exploded into bright sparks.
This was going faster than he wanted it to. He hadn’t planned on doing anything other than give her another orgasm tonight. But his own need was pulsing in his prick. He hadn’t felt like this in years. She was everything he’d ever wanted and had never had. After their last date he’d fucked Leticia three times that night. Now he knew he’d fuck Julie too. Part of him didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t stop now he’d fill her with his seed. He didn’t want to break his promise. He went to work on her pussy with his lips, tongue and teeth. She had a large clit and he knew he could suck the whole thing into his mouth.
Julie hadn’t known what to expect. No one had ever touched her down there. This was completely new. When his mouth descended on her pussy she thought she’d just die. She came immediately, and before that one was over another one was flooding into her veins. Her blood was on fire. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her frantically as her knees came up even further. Now her heels were off the bed and she was arching her back. Then her heels slammed down onto the bed and her pussy thrust up, opening, trying to push against his mouth. She was sobbing with relief and joy, calling his name over and over. She felt his mouth work its way up through her pubic hair and onto her abdomen, which was still cramping from the last orgasm. His lips worked their way to her breasts and onto her nipples. No boy had sucked them before. As his mouth captured one the electricity it generated shot to her pussy. She felt something there, at her opening. Her hand flailed, grasping. It was his penis, long and hard, a spear that would tear her, rip her, and fill her.
She had to have it.
She pulled on it, pulling it toward her gaping vulva. He raised his head. “Julie?” he said warningly.
“Ohh please,” she groaned. “Please Morton. I’ll just die. I’m on fire.”
“Julie, listen to me. I don’t have a rubber.”
“Ohhhh I don’t care. Pleeease, I can’t stand it.”
And now she had it there, rubbing her clit frantically with the head, swabbing her opening.
“Pleeeaaaase,” she whispered and thrust up at it as he drove down.
She had no hymen. It was long gone to tampons. She was wet, slick. There was no impediment to the passage of his long hard cock. In one slow, smooth stroke he was sheathed in her belly completely, his pubes meshing with hers. No further motion was needed. She was gloriously full of hard cock, her clit mashed between them, her emptiness filled. She trip hammered her pussy up against him as continuous orgasms shuddered through her body. Her unused pussy muscles spasmed and began to grip the invader. They strained against each other as she wailed her joy. He tried to hold it in. He didn’t want to knock her up, didn’t know if she was fertile at the moment or not. But her obvious joy, her urgent need and her gift to him was too much. His prick swelled and then belched a long rope of sperm-laced semen into her womb. He grunted as his cock followed up with four more thick ribbons of his thick seed, flushing her belly with the life-giving fluid. As he sagged on her he hoped he hadn’t just done something to hurt her.
Finally her gasping calmed under his weight. Her arms were around him, holding him close. She was kissing his hair. He raised his head to look at her face. The candle light glinted green from her eyes.
“Again,” she panted.
He was glad now that Leticia was insatiable. It was only because of what he’d had to learn to satisfy her that he was able to perform for Julie. She demanded more, and this time, because his own need wasn’t so urgent, he was able to pay attention to her whole body. He was amazed at how much it took, but he was finally able to fuck her senseless.
Julie moaned as she swam toward consciousness. She felt suffused with a hot glow of satisfaction. As she became more and more aware she felt different parts of her body in ways she’d never felt them before. She felt a satisfied ache in her pussy, and a heavier wet heat that she knew was his ejaculate inside her. Rather than feel horrified that he had come in her, she wished the feeling would never go away. Even her breasts felt good, like the sun was shining on them. His weight was gone. She felt the heat and pressure of his body beside her. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see him gazing at her. He was on his side, his now flaccid penis resting on her thigh. She smiled at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“I’m not,” she said back.
“I mean about the underwear,” he said. “I didn’t save anything to put on the underwear.”
She smiled tiredly. “And if I have my way you never will.”
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Author’s Note: This story takes place after the Cat tells Jade a joke video for theslap.com. Look it up, it’s cute.
Keywords: Ff, Oral
Victorious: Corrupting Cat Part 2
by King O Porn
“Are you sure I finished telling you my joke?” Cat asked, feeling very confused.
“Yes, it was hilarious.” Jade murmured dismissively as she guided Cat by the hand into the bathroom and shut the door.
Frowning Cat tried to think back. She’d tried to wake Jade up with a funny joke, but she’d tried and failed to tell it so many times, and then Jade laughed… so she must have finished telling it, right? Or was Jade being mean to her again? Sometimes, like now, Cat’s head got all confused which frustrated her, and when she tried to ask questions to clear up her confusion people dismissed her or distracted her and it was kind of irritating. This time she didn’t mind though as once the door to the bathroom was shut Jade pulled Cat into her arms.
Expecting a kiss Cat closed her eyes and lent forward ever so slightly. Instead she felt Jade’s soft hands cupping her face and Jade’s forehead pressing against her own. When Cat opened her eyes she found Jade staring right at her with a concerned look Cat had rarely seen before, and certainly never when there were other people around.
“Listen very carefully to me Cat.” Jade said softly but firmly, “I want you to promise me you’ll never try and wake me up again.”
Cat smiled, “K, K.”
“Seriously Cat. Never again.” Jade said sternly, her tone softening as she added, “I have a lot of bad dreams, and… well, I… one time I gave Beck a black eye and I never, ever want to do that to you. I can’t stand the thought of hurting you. So you seriously have to remember this. Do. Not. Wake. Me. Up. Again. Do you understand?”
There was a brief pause and then Cat nodded, “I promise Jade.”
Jade smiled softly, stared into Cat’s big brown eyes for what felt like an eternity, then lent down to kiss the smaller girl.
It certainly hadn’t been a lie. Most of Jade’s dreams were nightmares which she remembered vividly the moment she woke up only to forget them seconds later. As a result she was mostly fine when waking up of her own accord, but was a little unpredictable when being awoken. And while she’d only hurt Beck a few times it was a few times too many, and Jade did not want to let history repeat itself, least of all with her innocent little friend. However as much as she hated the thought of physically hurting Cat, and as bad as some of her dreams were, Jade had a selfish reason for not wanting to be woken up, that being if she didn’t get a full nights sleep Jade would end up being very, very cranky. Or at least a lot more than usual. Of course her not being cranky would be a good thing for Cat as well, so in a way she was still thinking of the redhead.
The good news was that despite being awoken early Jade wasn’t feeling that cranky because once that irritating video was done and she had thrown Cat’s brother out of the room she’d had an idea, one she was about to put into action. Just as soon as she was done kissing Cat.
While Jade had been lost in thought Cat’s mind was refreshingly clear as she focused on the heaven that was Jade’s lips on her own.
It was such a gentle kiss. Even when Jade slid her tongue into Cat’s mouth things remained gentle, Cat honestly thinking she was going to melt away from the pure happiness she was feeling. Well, not pure happiness as she was feeling other things too, things she wasn’t quite sure how to name yet, but they felt… good. Like, the way Jade made her feel last night.
Before Cat could really analyse those feelings she felt herself being gently pushed backwards. She let herself be pushed without complaint, and even though she banged her head a little against the wall behind her Cat kind of liked being pressed against it. She liked Jade’s body pressing more firmly against her own even more, the redhead barely noticing Jade reaching out to lock the bathroom door as the kissing became ever so slightly rougher. Hungrier. For a second Cat feeling as if she was being devoured. Then it was over, and Cat was disappointed.
“Kitty, when do your parents normally wake up again?” Jade asked huskily.
“Well, that depends. Sometimes my brother-” Cat trailed off as Jade gave her a look, “Erm… in about an hour, I guess.”
Jade smiled, “Good. Get in the shower.”
Cat frowned, “But won’t my pyjamas get all wet?”
Jade raised an eyebrow, smiled and then in a slightly patronising tone said, “You know what, you’re right. You better take them off.”
Cat blushed, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
“If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, here.” Jade whispered huskily as she quickly pulled off her navy blue pyjama top, “This way we can both be naked.”
Again Cat blushed, initially looking away but her eyes were drawn to Jade’s big boobs like a moth to a flame. She knew staring was rude and she tried not to do it, but Cat couldn’t help herself, her eyes so focused that she barely noticed Jade pulling off her black pyjama bottoms and green socks.
“Now you.” Jade practically growled, grabbing Cat’s flowery pyjama top and pulling it up over the other girl’s head.
Still dazed from the sight of Jade’s boobs Cat just stood still and allow Jade to undress her, lifting her arms up when necessary and stepping out of her flowery pyjama bottoms once the Goth had pushed them down her legs.
Jade was unable and unwilling to resist the urge to pull Cat into her arms once they were both naked and kiss the other girl gently. She kept it soft and gentle, and didn’t even add her tongue into the mix. Not that she didn’t want too, she did so, so badly, but with their naked flesh pressed against each other it was an incredible struggle for Jade not to just shove Cat against the wall, slam her fingers inside the smaller girl and fuck her as hard as she could. So Jade kept the kiss soft and gentle, just enjoying the feeling of Cat’s naked body in her arms for a few long seconds.
Then Jade broke the kiss, gently but firmly grabbed hold of Cat’s hand and guided the redhead wordlessly into the shower.
Initially the water was cold, Cat letting out this cute little squeak when the water hit her skin and hugged Jade for comfort, burying her face in Jade’s chest in a way in which probably shouldn’t have turned Jade on as much as it did. It couldn’t be helped though. Cat just had this weird effect on her.
Jade allowed Cat to keep hugging her for a few moments after the water heated up, then she pressed her lips against Cat’s head and softly whispered, “Cat, I want you to do something for me.”
There was a brief pause, Cat waiting for Jade to continue. When she didn’t Cat looked up into Jade’s beautiful eyes and softly said, “I’ll do anything you want.”
With a smile Jade said, “I wanna wash you. Because if last night proved anything you are a very dirty, dirty girl.”
Cat blushed, both at Jade’s words and the fact that her friend’s smile turned more devious midsentence, but she still nodded her head and croaked, “Ok.”
Smiling wickedly again Jade gently pushed Cat backwards so she was directly underneath the showerhead. Cat closed her eyes to protect them from the water, then giggled as she felt Jade’s hands in her hair and massaging her scalp. That giggle faded away quickly as Cat was surprised just how nice it felt to have Jade washing her hair, and the way Jade rubbed shampoo into her hair before washing it out made her feel kind of funny. Sort of like the way Jade made her feel last night.
This continued after Jade had finished washing Cat’s hair, the Goth grabbing a washcloth and beginning to slide it all over Cat’s body. It was mostly slow, Jade looking into Cat’s eyes as she washed her face with the cloth before moving it down to Cat’s neck and then down to her sides, arms and flat little tummy. The funny feelings then got stronger as Jade washed her back, the taller girl spending a long time doing that before kneeling down to spend even longer sliding that cloth up and down Cat’s legs. That had Cat biting her lip, wishing she had the courage to tell Jade what she wanted. Cat wasn’t even totally sure what she wanted, but Jade knew, which was why after a while Cat softly whimpered, “Jade… please…”
“Please what Kitty?” Jade asked softly, pretending like she didn’t know exactly what Cat wanted.
There were numerous subtle signs, but in that position Jade’s face was literally only a few inches away from Cat’s cunt and the dark haired girl could clearly see her friend’s arousal. She could smell it too, the scent so intoxicating that Jade probably wouldn’t have been able to resist burying her tongue deep inside the redhead if Cat had only had the courage to ask. But the girl was still far too innocent for that, instead Cat just blushing and looking away.
Again Jade smiled and moved the washcloth up to Cat’s tight little tush, spending a lot longer than necessary on those soft yet firm cheeks. Jade even squeezed and caressed them, and why not? It wasn’t like her intentions were innocent, and no matter how naive Cat could be sometimes she wasn’t an idiot. She had to know what was going on, didn’t she?
Just in case there was any doubt Jade stood up and moved up to Cat’s perky little titties, staring deep into the other girl’s eyes for several long seconds. Then she kissed her, the two girls quickly becoming lost in the serious display of affection which only became more heated as time went on.
Cat caught Jade by surprise as her tongue slid across the Goth’s lips, asking permission to enter. Rather than granting it the dark haired girl pushed her own tongue into the redhead’s mouth, Jade quickly bullying Cat’s tongue into submission with her own.
In all the excitement Jade dropped the washcloth, somewhat messing with her plan to use that as an openly flimsy excuse to touch Cat’s pussy. Of course Jade could simply reach down and grab the cloth, but at this point she was far to horny for even any pretence of subtlety. So instead Jade slid her hand down Cat’s body to the other girl’s pussy, causing her friend to break the kiss with a gasp as the Goth’s hand brushed against her sensitive downstairs lips.
After pausing briefly to smile at this latest development Jade whispered softly, “Cat, do you ever touch yourself?”
“Huh?” Cat murmured softly, looking up at Jade.
“Do you ever touch yourself?” Jade repeated ever so slightly louder before elaborating, “Have you ever rubbed this cute little pussy of yours while in here? Huh? Maybe stuck a finger inside it, fucked yourself until you came?”
“No.” Cat blushed furiously.
“How about at school?” Jade pushed with a grin, “Have you ever snuck into the toilets for a little personal time? Or maybe a empty classroom? Or maybe the janitor’s closet? Huh? Have you ever fingered your little pussy in there, just hoping someone would come find you in there and give you a nice hard fucking?”
“No, no, no, no, I would never!” Cat said in a tone which made Jade think that maybe, just maybe while she’d never done it innocent little Cat had thought about it. Or at least was thinking about it now.
Which kind of brought Jade to her next question, “But you have done it before, haven’t you Cat?”
There was a pause, then Cat blushed, lowered her head then shook it.
“Never ever?” Jade asked, not really surprised when innocent little Cat shook her head again, “Well, that will have to change.”
Quickly grabbing Cat’s right hand Jade brought it up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around Cat’s index and middle finger for a brief sucking. Then Jade guided that hand down to Cat’s sex, making sure those saliva covered fingers came in direct contact with the other girl’s pussy lips.
“See… doesn’t that feel good Kitten?” Jade asked while guiding Cat’s fingers up and down her own pussy lips, causing Cat to let out incredibly adorable little whimpers and squeaks.
“J, Jade, oooooooh, it, it, it feels soooooo ohhhhh…” Cat stammered, struggling to find the right word and finally settling with, “Naughty.”
“Naughty?” Jade repeated with a smirk before whispering in Cat’s ear, “That’s kind of the point Kitty Cat. Sometimes really naughty things feel really, really good. And I wanna make you feel good. Or in this case, teach you how to make yourself feel good. Will you do that for me Kitten? Will you let me teach you how to make yourself feel good?”
Cat blushed, lowered her head and bit her lip. She’d always been adventurous which was why she’d found out a long time ago that touching herself down there felt good. However it also felt naughty and forbidden, like she’d be a bad girl if she touched herself down there, so she’d always got embarrassed and stopped whenever she tried it, and mostly avoided the urge to do it at all.
In a way Jade touching her down there had still felt naughty and forbidden, but it had felt amazingly good, so much better than Cat doing it by herself, that the redhead had just let it happen. Cat in no way regretted that decision as Jade had made her feel things she had never dreamt of. But could Cat really do that to herself? Especially when just the thought of it made her all embarrassed and tingly? Then again, didn’t she promise to do anything for Jade? Was there really anything more important to her than that?
These thoughts buzzed around in Cat’s head in only a couple of seconds, though seconds seeming like they lasted a lifetime to both girls. Then, reaching a decision, Cat looked up into Jade’s eyes and said, “O, ok… w, w, w, what do you want me to do?”
Beaming one of her rare truly happy smiles Jade let go of Cat’s hand, which she’d stopped moving for that long few seconds, and said, “Just do what I was doing before.”
Again Cat hesitated, but ever so slowly she began moving her fingertips up and down of her own accord, her eyelids fluttering closed and a moan escaping her lips as she began touching her most intimate area.
“That’s it Kitten, good girl.” Jade praised happily, “Just like that touch your soft little kitty, Kitty. Make yourself purr.”
In an attempt to please Jade Cat literally purred. She giggled shortly after, but it quickly faded as her fingers brushed against her clit, leading her to moan loudly.
“Mmmmmm, good Kitty. Play with your little clitty.” Jade smiled wickedly, leaning in to whisper softly, “It feels good, doesn’t it Kit Kat? Touching your wet little pussy? Rubbing that tiny little clit? Feels good doesn’t it? Huh? Naughty and wrong, but so very right. And do you know what would make it feel even better? If you pushed a finger into that needy little hole of yours. Mmmmm, oh yeah, would you do that for me Kitten? Would you finger your little pussy for me? Push your finger deep inside your little pussy and thrust it in and out of you until you cum? Would you do that for me Kitty Cat? Please? It would be soooooo sexy. Please? Oh good girl!”
Once she started Cat couldn’t seem to stop touching her clit, which felt almost as amazing as when Jade had done it. That Jade was encouraging her to do it helped, however even with her best friend’s encouragement it still took Cat a while to find the courage to push a finger inside herself. When she finally did Cat let out a loud cry of pleasure which seem to echo throughout the room even above the noisy sound of the shower still pouring water down onto them. Then Jade kissed Cat, and for the following few minutes or however long it was Cat’s mind shut off entirely, the little redhead just enjoying what she was feeling.
As adorable as the sounds Cat was making were Jade couldn’t allow the other girl, or herself for that matter, to become too loud. That was why Jade was always careful to speak softly, and pay very close attention to how loud Cat was, and in the moments that followed she was sure to give the redhead a little kiss when ever she was getting too noisy.
Of course after the first kiss Jade pressed her finger to Cat’s lips and whispered, “Shhhhhh… quiet Kitty. Fuck your little pussy as quietly as you can. We don’t want to wake anyone, do we?”
Cat shook her head but predictably was unable to keep herself quiet. Jade dealt with that, although it was tempting not too. Sure if Jade was discovered showering with Cat she would probably be never allowed to return to the Valentine household, but the look on Cat’s parents’ faces might actually be worth it. Of course that would make repeat sessions with Cat tricky, which would be unacceptable.
Jade had originally planned to fuck Cat a couple of times, make her think that they were girlfriends and Jade loved her, then she would dump the other girl, breaking her heart and making her tougher in the process. But that would be so much more effective if Jade kept Cat as her little sex slave until they graduated. Besides, why would Jade pass up so many opportunities to see Cat like this?
Cat always looked cute, but with her eyes closed, her mouth open in a O of pleasure and her face a wash with bliss the girl looked downright sexy. And when she bit her lip, or let out one of those adorable sounds, or briefly opened her eyes to look at Jade somehow Cat looked so amazing Jade wasn’t even sure she could describe it.
It was even better when Cat came, the smaller girl’s body trembling under the force of her climax. Even as she kissed her forcefully Jade wasn’t sure she was able to keep Cat that quiet, although in that moment she didn’t care. She did however in the following moment when Cat collapsed forwards into her arms, Cat’s head resting against her chest, the other girl’s mouth almost but not quite touching her nipple.
Watching/encouraging innocent little Cat to touch herself had got Jade pretty wound up and it was a struggle for the Goth not to just grab the smaller girl’s her and forced her nipple into her mouth. Fortunately Jade was able to restrain herself, somewhat.
As she slowly recovered from that amazing feeling Jade had helped her feel Cat became aware of where she was again. Of course she hadn’t really moved, but it felt like she had been floating on fluffy clouds for quite a while, then there was this rainstorm and she had to bounce around from cloud to cloud for a little while, and she thought she was going to fall 1000 feet but Jade caught her. She saved her. She wrapped her arms around her and Cat had never felt more safe or loved. But she also felt what was becoming a very familiar tingle… and an urge to do something… to make Jade feel like she just helped her feel.
It took awhile for Cat to fully recover though, and in the meantime she snuggled into Jade’s big snuggly boobs. Cat remembered Jade had… grown up very quickly, and when she thought Jade was done growing she thought she looked very nice. Then Jade grew again, and her boobs got so, so big. Cat had just wanted to… do things to them. She wasn’t sure what, and she was pretty sure it would have been wrong, but she had wanted too. Then they had done stuff, and Jade had let Cat sleep curled up against her with her head on her chest which had been amazing, but now Cat wondered if she could do more.
With her energy finally returning Cat turned her head and placed a cautious kiss against one of Jade’s fleshy boobs. When she wasn’t scolded Cat did it again, and again, and again, covering Jade’s tits in gentle kisses. This made Jade moan softly, and go from gently stroking Cat’s hair to firmly guiding the redhead to her nipple. Happily taking the hint Cat closed her mouth around the little ball of flesh, desperately trying to remember everything Jade did to her boobs last night as she was guided back and forth.
It was pretty clear Jade was in charge and Cat kind of liked that. It took less pressure off of Cat if Jade showed her what she wanted.
Jade was even kind enough to tell her, “Mmmmmmm, that’s it Kitty Cat, suck my tits! Take them into that soft little mouth of yours and suck them! Mmmmmm ohhhhhhhh yessssss, lick them too ooooooooh Cat! Yes, good girl Cat! Mmmmmmmm, you’re such a good girl. Oooooooohhhhhhh yeahhhhh, my good little dyke. My personal little fuck toy who’s going to let me use her soft little mouth whenever I want. Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhh Kitten, mmmmmm you’re such a good tittie sucker! Oh gosh, lick them! Yeeeeeeessssssss, lick my nipple! Swirl your tongue around them, ohhhhhhhhh Gawwwwwd, oh yessssssss, oh Cat!”
The naughty words made Cat blush, but the more she suckled on Jade’s boobs the more lost Cat became, the redhead feeling as if with every passing second she slipped into a dreamlike state where the only thing that mattered to her was Jade’s boobs.
Jade became almost as lost in this act as Cat did. She tried to continue talking dirty, but she was very, very distracted.
When Jade had gone through her growth spurt she’d been annoyed at having to buy a whole new set of bras. She’d been even more annoyed at the new found attention she had gotten from boys and some girls, or those who have learnt not to gawk at her completely forgetting they were supposed to be afraid of her when they saw her new big boobs. However there were certain people Jade had enjoyed getting attention from, most of all, at least at the time, her boyfriend Beck. Finally he had stopped paying attention to Tori whenever he thought Jade wasn’t looking and, for a while at least, had only paid attention to her. She’d definitely liked that, even if he had a tendency to spend too much time on her tits.
Like Beck before her Cat spend a lot longer than Jade would have liked on her tits. However while part of Jade was just letting the other girl have her fun, as had been the case for Beck, now Jade found it tough to convince herself to ask or to make Cat go lower.
While Beck had seemed like he was doing what he wanted to do with Jade’s boobs it felt like Cat was genuinely trying to pleasure her. Like Cat was focused on Jade’s needs, while Beck had been focused on his own. And sure, Jade was giving Cat certain instructions however like last night Cat’s soft little mouth and tongue were proving to be naturally talented, sucking and licking Jade’s tits with a perfect amount of pressure to make the dark haired girl squirm with delight.
So for what seemed like an eternity Cat suckled on Jade’s breasts, both girls completely lost in it until Jade thought she was going to go crazy with need. That was when she was finally able to gently push down on Cat’s head.
Thankfully Cat took the hint, the redhead kissing her way down Jade’s flat stomach as she slowly got on her knees before the Goth. When she was in position Jade tightened her grip on the back of Cat’s head and pushed the other girl’s face into her cunt. Then for a few long minutes Jade’s mind went blank, the only thing that the poor Goth could do being moan and whimper in pleasure.
Last night Cat had immediately started lapping away at the yummy treat in between Jade’s legs because after tasting the other girl on her pyjama bottoms Cat had wanted to taste Jade right from the source as quickly as possible. This time Cat tried to savour the moment a little more, which was why she had taken the time to kiss down Jade’s tummy and why Cat’s very first lick was long and slow. However even though she tried really, really hard Cat wasn’t able to keep the following licks long and slow. Well, the couple that followed the first lick kind of were, but Cat’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own which tried to lap that Jade’s downstairs lips with ever increasing quickness.
Jade didn’t seem to mind, the girl who terrorised Hollywood Arts writhing underneath Cat’s tongue work. So much so that for a long while Jade could only moan and whimper, something which in a weird way made Cat feel kind of proud. After all Jade always seemed so confident and in control to Cat, which had certainly been the case for most of last night and this morning, so for Cat to be kind of in control was neat.
Of course Cat couldn’t really think that much about control, or about anything at all, when Jade’s downstairs lips was feeding her it’s heavenly nectar. With every drop that slid into Cat’s mouth and down her throat the redhead felt herself slipping away and being replaced by some girl who was obsessed with licking other girls down there. What was the word? Lesbian? Was that it?
As if she could hear her thoughts Jade answered Cat’s question when she began moaning, “Ohhhhhhhh Cat, ooooooooooh Kitty, ooooooohhhhhhh yessssssssss lick me! Lick my pussy! Mmmmmmmm, good girl. Good little lesbian. Mmmmmmmm, that’s what you are Kitten. A lesbian. A dirty little dyke who loves eating pussy, oooooooohhhhhhhh and I love it! I love how that soft little mouth of yours was made to eat pussy! Ahhhhhh gosh, that you’re a little rug muncher who belongs on her knees in front of other girls. Ooooooooohhhhhhhh Gawwwwwwwd Cat, you’re sooooooooo gooooooooddddddd, so good at this! Never stop! Never stop licking my pussy you beautiful little girl!”
Again the dirty words made Cat blush, but she couldn’t help pick out that one word again. Lesbian. That’s one of the things Jade kept calling her over and over. That and apparently this was something Cat was made for. It felt so natural that Cat believed her best friend, and if being a lesbian meant she got to be in between Jade’s thighs again doing what felt so right then that’s what Cat would be. A lesbian.
That was Cat’s last coherent thought as she became lost in what was quickly becoming her favourite activity ever, and it put a big grin on her face.
Jade wasn’t quite as accepting of the term. However she could no longer dismiss it outright. Sure, she’d had a boyfriend and had at one point loved him. Or at least Jade was pretty sure she had, it felt so long ago it was hard to remember, and Cat’s wicked little tongue wasn’t exactly helping her memory right now. But the point was that lately she’d been having these… feelings. Ok, maybe not so much lately as they were always there and when she was with Beck she’d mostly been able to ignore them, but now… no, Jade was straight. She was straight, she was straight, she was straight, she was straight, she was…
Suddenly Cat’s tongue slid inside her pussy, almost making Jade cum on the spot.
Ok, Jade thought to herself, maybe she was gay. Maybe. Or bi. Or maybe Cat was an exception. As in she was straight with one exception. Jade kind of liked that. But whether she was gay or just gay for Cat at that moment Jade didn’t care. Cat’s tongue was thrusting in and out of her cunt, causing such intense feelings of pleasure that Jade didn’t care about anything. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Jade lost the ability to worry about her own sexuality, or any other worries, but she obviously cared about her own pleasure, and for some reason she cared about Cat’s, so much so she found herself doing something about it.
“Touch yourself Kitty!” Jade growled softly, “Finger fuck your little cunt!”
Jade had no idea whether Cat obeyed her or not, and she wasn’t exactly sure why she cared, but Cat’s wicked little tongue melted her mind so that she could no longer think clearly about it or anything else. And for a few heavenly moments Jade’s mind stayed melted, the only thing in the Goth’s well being pleasure. Then she came.
Like last night it was earthshattering, Jade struggling not to scream too loudly as she came in Cat’s mouth. It was even more of a struggle to remain upright, one of Jade’s hands digging into Cat’s hair while the other hand desperately tried to grab onto the wall tiles. That didn’t really help much, but luckily just as she thought her legs were about to give way Jade felt a soft hand grab onto her butt, the dark haired girl smiling that she didn’t feel Cat’s right hand too.
As Jade was correctly guessing Cat’s right hand was in between the redhead’s legs, the smaller girl frantically touching herself partly because it was what Jade told her to do but mostly because it felt really good.
It felt even better than before as now Jade’s juices were literally squirting into her mouth, down her throat and all over her face. It tasted like liquid heaven and Cat ravenously swallowed as much as she could, grateful that they were out of reach of the shower so Jade’s cream would not be washed off her face as the redhead hope to scoop it up and eat it herself.
As Jade began to calm down Cat thought how she’d love to stay here forever, licking her best friend’s most private place and making her feel good. Sadly she wasn’t given that option, Jade suddenly pulling her back slightly by her hair and then the Goth dropped to her knees so they were face to face again.
For a moment Cat thought she was going to be yelled at as without meaning to her licking had slowed down a little thanks to her fingers distracting her. She kind of thought Jade would want to rest anyway, but now Cat wasn’t so sure. But before she could ask if she did something wrong Jade shoved her tongue into her mouth and forced Cat’s hand away from herself so the taller girl could replace that hand with one of her own. Then Cat couldn’t really think anymore.
Jade wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. It was like she was possessed with the sudden need to return the favour. More to the point the idea that Cat would just make herself cum again was unacceptable. The other girl HAD to cum on her fingers. She just had too.
It wasn’t exactly difficult. Cat had already done most of the work, Jade’s fingers sliding into the redhead’s cunt like a knife through butter and then pounding that tight little hole relentlessly until it spasmed around her like crazy. Making absolutely sure the smaller girl would cum Jade used her thumb to frantically rub Cat’s clit and even pressed their bodies together in a way that caused their nipples to rub against each other.
Thanks to all this passionate effort Jade had Cat screaming into her mouth seemingly in seconds, Hollywood Arts resident ‘mean girl’ having to hold onto her best friend tightly as she quivered in her arms.
As Cat’s cum covered her fingers Jade recovered enough of her senses to wonder why Cat tasted extra sweet. Then she remembered where the other girl’s mouth had just been and she broke the kiss with a rare blush.
In turn this caused Cat to look at her with a dreamy smile which quickly faded into a frown of concern.
Not wanting to talk about it Jade quickly gave Cat a gentle peck on the lips and said, “Cat, jump under the water to wash yourself again then go back to your room, ok? It’s probably better we’re not seen leaving together, and I kind of need to finish washing my hair.”
Cat blinked at Jade for a few moments, then nodded and did as she was told. Jade just watched her until she left and then slowly began washing her hair, the whole time trying to tell herself that liking the taste of her own pussy on Cat’s lips, and finding the feeling of Cat’s tongue in her cunt so addicting, didn’t mean anything.
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I am a slut (A story about blackmail)
Author’s note: I thought about this as an idea for a story. I think I’d have to write it from the female’s point of view to achieve the effect that I want. I’ll write it in parts at a time. Please let me know how it goes.
Dragons of Arma – Part 2
Part 2 of the first book
iCarly: iHave Sex – Part 2
iCarly: iHave Sex – Part 2
Author’s note: Due to the popularity and positive reception for “iCarly: iHave Sex”, I have written a sequel. I apologize for the delay. Enjoy!
Freddie Benson awoke with a start. He kept his eyes closed, still trying to hold on to the final seconds of sleep and his amazing dreams. The previous night, Freddie lost his virginity at age 15 and fucked his best friend, Carly Shay, and he was still having flashbacks of his unforgettable experience. Freddie was picturing Carly sucking on his erect cock, and he could even feel Carly’s warm lips bobbing up and down his hard shaft. In fact, Freddie felt like somebody actually was giving him a blowjob. Freddie opened up his eyes and saw Carly with her knees on the foot of Freddie’s bed, and her hands and mouth all over Freddie’s cock.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” said Carly, when she noticed that Freddie had woken up.
Carly Shay was also 15, and she was Freddie’s neighbor, best friend, and now girlfriend. Carly was a beautiful teenage girl, with long, shiny black hair and a pair of perfect, round, and still-growing breasts. She was about the same size as Freddie and was very slim. Carly had already qualified herself as a good fucker, after she gave Freddie immense pleasure the night before.
“Oh, shit, Carly that feels so good,” uttered Freddie. “What are you doing here?”
“I thought this would be a good way to wake you up,” replied Carly.
“Well, you thought right,” replied Freddie, trying to contain his joy.
Carly resumed her blowjob, with similar enthusiasm to the previous night. Carly started by sticking the head in her mouth and she licked the tip multiple times, slurping up Freddie’s precum. Carly started stroking Freddie’s dick with her right hand, while slowly bobbing up and down with her mouth, getting every part of the hard cock wet. Then, with a promiscuous look on her face, Carly spit a shot of saliva onto Freddie’s cock, and rubbed it all over the cock, making Freddie groan with pleasure. Carly returned her mouth to Freddie’s cock, giving a nice, slow blowjob, which she gradually sped up. Freddie groaned as he felt Carly’s warm mouth surrounding his erect cock, pumping it up and down, and giving him unbelievable pleasure. Carly continued this cycle for a few minutes, before coming up for air to tease Freddie.
“Mmm, I missed this cock so much,” crooned Carly. “Last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I got so horny. I just couldn’t stop rubbing my pussy”
“That’s so hot!” breathed Freddie. “Let me lick your pussy, Carly baby.”
Carly swung her feet around so that her pussy was in Freddie’s face, and she was still in position to give Freddie a blowjob. Freddie pulled Carly’s tight blue jeans down to her knees, and pulled the thin fabric of Carly’s light green panties to the side, to expose her wet, pink pussy. Freddie dug into Carly’s familiar vagina, licking and slurping every part he could get to.
Meanwhile, Carly pulled her yellow t-shirt just above her tits, and played with Freddie’s cock. Carly took Freddie’s cock and rubbed it against her bare breasts, while moaning from the pleasure Freddie was giving her. Carly swooped in on Freddie’s cock, giving a faster blowjob than she was giving before, with her hands and tongue all over the hard dick. At the same time, Freddie was licking Carly’s clit, and also exploring new areas in Carly’s pussy, which made her elicit a pleasurable moan.
The two teens continued in their 69 position for a few minutes, pleasuring each other until they could each feel that they were about to cum.
“Oh, shit, Carly,” breathed Freddie. “I’m really close.”
“I am too, baby,” replied Carly. “Cum all over my face, and I’ll do the same to you.”
Freddie was the first, and his cum shot out of his erect cock, hitting Carly’s face a few times and the remainder dripped down the sides of his cock. Carly cleaned up her face and Freddie’s cock and sucked off all of the sperm, while she started cumming herself. Carly’s warm pussy juices emptied themselves onto Freddie’s waiting face, which he then licked and slurped up. Carly then got off from on top of Freddie, slid her jeans off of her legs, and laid facedown on him, as they started making out, sharing each other’s cum and saliva. Carly and Freddie kissed and made out passionately, until Carly showed Freddie a familiar object in a small plastic bag: a condom.
“Oh, yes!” exclaimed Freddie. “Those things are like magic.”
“Yeah, I grabbed another one from Spencer’s room,” replied Carly. “Now finish me off, quick!”
Carly opened up the plastic bag and slipped the condom onto Freddie’s erect cock. Carly then slowly lowered her pink pussy onto Freddie’s waiting cock, and shuddered with pleasure as she did it. Carly arched her back and leaned her hands onto Freddie’s chest while pushing her vagina up and down onto Freddie’s dick. Carly started off slowly and closed her eyes, taking in the pleasurable experience. She slowly lowered her pussy onto Freddie’s cock, and then pushed herself off, allowing for a slow, but passionate sex. Carly repeated these actions, gradually speeding up the fucking in the process. Carly fucked Freddie’s cock a little bit faster and harder, and Freddie joined in too, using force to fuck Carly, rather than allowing her to fuck him. Carly leaned down and planted a soft kiss onto Freddie’s lips, while they were still fucking passionately. Freddie and Carly unlocked their lips, and Carly looked at Freddie’s face, with a look that was begging to be fucked harder.
Freddie realized what to do, and picked Carly up from off his cock, kissed her a bit, and then he ordered her to bend over on all fours, and got behind her and started fucking her doggy style. Carly’s moans turned into shrieks as Freddie slammed his dick harder and harder getting it deeper and deeper into the depths of Carly’s pussy. Freddie slapped Carly’s ass a few times, pulled her hair, and called her a dirty bitch, all immensely boosting his ego. Carly loved being called a dirty bitch, and it just made her pussy even hotter than Freddie’s cock was making it. The ass slapping and hair pulling also made Carly feel dirtier and stimulated the experience for her.
Pretty soon, as all good things must do, the experience came to an end. Freddie ordered Carly to get down on her knees on the floor, and Freddie got off of the bed and stood up in front of her. Freddie took off the condom and pumped his cock back and forth until his hot sperm showered over Carly’s waiting face. Freddie shot a couple of shots, which landed all over Carly’s face and tits, and even into her mouth. Carly wiped up all of the remaining cum with her hand, and then licked her hand, getting all of the cum into her mouth. Carly then swallowed the whole thing and opened her mouth wide to prove to Freddie that it was all gone. Carly grabbed Freddie’s cock and squeezed very hard, trying to get every last drop out of it, as if it was a nearly empty tube of toothpaste. Carly’s hard work was rewarded with a few more weak spurts of cum which she gladly licked up.
Freddie and Carly were still breathing heavily and sweating, and they just sat there, staring at the beauty of their partner. In less than 24 hours, they had transformed from friends to lovers, from neighbors to objects of affection, from common teenagers to experienced sex partners. They had gone on a passionate journey, and after this encounter, they both knew that there was no turning back.
Freddie was the first to break the silence, aside from their heavy breathing.
“Wow! Great surprise!” exclaimed Freddie, referring to the mysterious hint Carly had given the previous night.
“Oh, that wasn’t the surprise,” replied Carly, much to Freddie’s surprise. “That was just your alarm clock. The surprise is still yet to come. Be at my apartment at 2:00, and then you’ll get the real thing.”
“You’re amazing,” said Freddie.
“I know,” replied Carly.
They locked lips for a few more minutes until Carly broke away, put on her pants and panties, pulled her down her shirt, and headed for the door. She turned around and quickly pulled up her shirt, but almost immediately pulled it back down, giving Freddie a brief view of her amazing titties. She then blew Freddie a kiss and then she was gone.
Freddie heard the apartment door close and looked at his watch. It was almost 10:15. Damn, thought Freddie, What the hell am I gonna do for another 4 hours? Freddie wearily got up to his feet, stripped off the rest of his clothes and jumped into the shower. Freddie felt the hot water wash away any troubles he had. Freddie’s mind started to wonder and as he thought about Carly and her beautiful tits, he started smiling and found his dick become rock hard again. Freddie considered masturbating right then and there, but he remembered the surprise later that day, and he decided to save his energy. Freddie decided that when he was finished with his shower, he would get dressed, eat breakfast, and watch some TV until 2:00 came.
Meanwhile, Carly returned to her apartment. Spencer was still away on his art convention, so Carly had the whole apartment to herself until Sunday afternoon, and it was only Saturday morning. Carly walked up to her bathroom, stripped off her clothing and admired herself in the mirror. She really appreciated how her breasts had really grown in the past few years and how she had matured well. She didn’t blame Freddie for practically drooling all over her in the past two or so years. Carly jumped into the shower and felt the hot water rush over her slender figure. She thought about Freddie and how much she loved him, and she asked herself why she waited so long to reveal her true feelings. Of course, she had the reason that Sam hated Freddie, but that was only part of the reason. She also liked the whole idea of playing hard-to-get, and knowing that Freddie wanted her, but wasn’t able to have her. She also didn’t think she was ready to be in a relationship just yet, but now she was 15, and plenty of kids her age were going out. But none were having sex, she realized, except for us. Carly decided that when she finished her shower, she would get herself ready for the surprise and make a phone call to make sure that everything was prepared. Then she would probably eat something and wait for Freddie. To tell the truth, she could’ve had the surprise earlier, but she wanted them both to cool down a bit, and she also wanted Freddie’s appetite for her to be worked up even more.
Finally, 2:00 arrived. Freddie walked into Carly’s apartment without even knocking, figuring that he had already seen Carly naked, so there’s nothing worse that he could possibly see if he barged in. Carly wasn’t in the living room, so Freddie called her name.
“Coming!” shouted Carly.
Carly appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a tight blue t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. As Carly started walking down the steps, Freddie’s eyes kept on darting back and forth between Carly’s perfectly sized, teenage breasts, and her long, tan, and bare legs and feet.
“Wow!” exclaimed Freddie. “You look amazing!”
“Thanks, Freddie,” replied Carly, as she reached the foot of the steps. “So do you.”
Freddie walked up to Carly, wrapped his arms around her, and the two of them started to kiss passionately. Freddie took his right hand, and started fondling Carly’s left breast until a knock on the door interrupted them.
“Oh!” said Carly. “That must be the surprise. Oh, but the surprise doesn’t exactly know that they are a surprise and what they’re supposed to do. So don’t say anything.”
“Okaaaay,” said Freddie, a bit confused.
“Basically, just follow my lead,” said Carly, as she rushed towards the door after the “surprise” knocked a second time, a bit louder.
Carly opened the door, and standing in the doorway was none other than Sam Puckett. Sam was Carly’s and Freddie’s good friend, and she and Carly co-hosted their webshow iCarly, while Freddie was the cameraman.
“What took you so long?” shouted Sam.
“Oh, calm down!” replied Carly.
Sam had a very interesting personality. She was a very attractive girl, but was not exactly into activities that were labeled as “girlish.” Sam was more like a tomboy, with particular interests in violence, pranks, and meat. Sam was the kind of the girl that could beat you in the hot dog eating contest, and then go out to pizza to celebrate. She wasn’t really so cordial to Freddie, and the two of them constantly bickered and fought, but recently, Freddie and Sam were both teased about never kissing anybody, so they kissed each other to get it over with. They both promised not to tell anybody, but Freddie just found out the night before that Sam had actually told Carly.
“So, how’s it going, kiddies?” asked Sam as she plopped herself down on the couch with a popsicle in hand.
“Pretty good,” said Carly, sitting down next to Sam on the couch.
“Not bad,” replied Freddie, as he took a seat on the comfy chair next to the couch.
Freddie watched Sam suck on the popsicle, and as Sam’s lips and tongue were tasting all of the juices, Freddie found himself getting a boner. He imagined what it would be like for Sam to suck on his cock, and he had a feeling that he would find out soon. He now knew what Carly’s surprise was, and was excited to have a threesome with Sam.
Sam was clad in a dark green unzipped hoodie, under which was a tight gray tanktop, and Freddie noticed that Sam’s tits were slightly larger than Carly’s, and couldn’t wait to get his hands and tongue all over them. Sam had on a pair of skinny, navy blue jeans, and was wearing yellow flip flops.
“So, what do you want to talk to me about?” asked Sam, as she stood up to throw out her popsicle stick. “It sounded pretty urgent on the phone.”
“Yes, it’s very important,” answered Carly, as she waited for Sam to sit back down. “You see, last night, Freddie and I made love.”
“Wait, you what?” asked Sam, not sure if she heard her best friend correctly.
“Freddie and I. We had sex last night,” repeated Carly.”
“Are you talking about this Freddie?” asked Sam, pointing to Freddie.
“Yes,” answered Freddie this time. “Carly and I are in love, and we had sex last night and this morning, too.”
“Well, I know that you love Carly, but you Carly, do you really love this guy?” asked Sam, astonished. “I mean, he’s so, you know, Freddyish.”
“Well, I love him, and he’s my boyfriend now,” answered Carly. “And I called you because I want you to join us.”
“You want me to have sex with you guys?” asked Sam, dumbfounded.
“Yes,” answered Carly. “Freddie was incredible and I don’t want to keep him all to myself. You’re our friend, and you deserve to fuck him, too.”
“I don’t know,” started Sam.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to be leaving you alone with him,” said Carly. “I’ll be having sex at the same time. We’re gonna have a threesome!”
“I don’t know,” repeated Sam, secretly hoping to lose her virginity. “I mean, if you guys are now dating, I don’t want to intrude or anything.”
“No, you won’t be intruding at all,” said Carly. “Will she, Freddie?”
“No, of course not,” answered Freddie, eager to get some of Sam’s pussy.
“Come on, I know you’ll like it, “said Carly.
“Ok, fine,” said Sam. “I’ll do it.”
“Great!” exclaimed Carly, as she motioned for Freddie to come closer.
Freddie eagerly accepted the invitation, and sat down on the other side of Sam. Sam turned towards Freddie, and for the second time, the two of them started kissing. Their lips softly pressed against each others lips, and they continued kissing until Carly put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, and pulled her away from Freddie. Then, without warning, Carly planted a kiss on Sam’s lips, and the two of them starting making out passionately, as if long- suppressed feelings were emerging with an explosion. Freddie couldn’t believe his eyes, when he saw his two best friends locking lips and caressing each other’s tongues, even though they were both girls. Carly then moved her mouth down to Sam’s neck, and started planting kisses everywhere she could find room. Sam threw her head back and started moaning softly, giving Freddie an even larger erection than he already had.
Freddie decided to stop watching from the sideline and chose to join in the fun. Freddie put his hands on Sam’s shoulders and slipped off her sweatshirt, which she let drop to the couch. Freddie then pushed Sam’s hair to the side and started kissing her on the back of the neck, and found his hands wandering to Sam’s tits, which were still contained by her tanktop. Freddie started squeezing Sam’s succulent breasts from behind as Sam started kissing Carly’s neck with ardor, causing Carly to moan sensitively.
Carly and Sam continued kissing until Sam broke free, turned towards Freddie, and slowly slipped off her top, revealing a white cotton bra, showing a generous amount of cleavage. Sam then put her hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and pulled it off, uncovering her beautiful, round, and slightly large breasts. Carly and Freddie marveled at their friend’s gorgeous tits, and they each grabbed one and started fondling and sucking on them. Carly and Freddie each flicked their tongues over Sam’s nipples and kissed the rest of her tits, giving immense pleasure to Sam. Sam loved the feeling of her two best friends sucking on her tits, and she took the moment in, trying to get all of the pleasure she could get.
Suddenly, Carly stopped sucking on Sam’s right breast and removed her t-shirt, showing a lacy red bra, behind which was a teenage pair of tits, waiting to be revealed. Carly pointed at Freddie and ordered him to pull his pants down, to which he gladly obeyed. Freddie stood up and removed his pants, as Carly unbuttoned and removed her shorts, revealing her cute red panties. Sam quickly followed, sliding off her jeans, showing her white panties. The two half-naked teenage girls got on their knees in front of Freddie’s erect cock.
“Just follow my lead,” said Carly, reassuringly, to Sam.
Without another word, Carly stuck out her tongue and started to lick Freddie’s cock, starting from the base and ending at the head. She repeated her licking several times, until she put her lips around the hard cock and started to blow Freddy for the second time that day. Carly moved her lips back and forth on the hard dick while using her hand to steady the base of the cock. Freddie moaned with pleasure as his girlfriend sucked on his hard shaft.
Carly then removed Freddie’s cock from her mouth and guided it towards Sam. Sam put the cock in her hand and gripped it a little bit, trying to get used to the feeling of a dick in her hand. Then, a bit hesitantly, Sam stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick Freddie’s cock, like Carly had done. Sam then slowly put her mouth around the dick and closed her lips upon it. Sam started sucking it similar to the way Carly did, moving her lips back and forth down the cock, while using her hand to pump it. As she got more used to it, Sam got more comfortable with the feeling of giving a blowjob and started using her tongue to lick Freddie’s cock as she was sucking it. This did not go unnoticed by Freddie, who closed his eyes, taking in the feeling of Sam licking his cock.
As Sam continued to suck Freddie’s cock with more speed and passion, Carly started stroking Sam’s long blonde hair and caressing her beautiful, bare body. Sam then took Freddie’s dick out of her mouth, giving to Carly who spat on the cock and started rubbing it back and forth. Carly then starting sucking on the cock again, using more tongue, as Sam got behind Carly and started to undo Carly’s bra. When the bra came off, Carly stopped her blowjob to turn to Sam, showing a girl her tits for the first time. Sam marveled at the sight of Carly’s beautiful, round tits, and she started to fondle them slowly, enjoying the feeling of touching another girl’s breasts. Sam then got a bit bold as she bent down and ran her tongue over Carly’s tits, licking her nipples and causing her to moan softly. As Sam pleasured her, Carly used a free hand to stroke Freddie’s cock, giving him a slow handjob.
After she was done sucking on Carly’s tits, Sam resumed where she left off, giving Freddie a slow blowjob. Sam was feeling more confident and started to suck with much more ease and skill, moving Freddie closer to an orgasm. Carly started to lick and suck on Freddie’s balls as Sam was giving Freddie head. Then Carly moved up to the base of the cock, and started licking it along with Sam, and they would sometimes accidentally lick each other’s tongues. Pretty soon, Freddie realized he didn’t have long before he’d cum.
“Oh shit, girls,” exclaimed Freddie. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Good,” said Carly. “Cum in my mouth. I’ll give it to Sam”
Carly kneeled before Freddie, and Sam sat a bit to the side, as Freddie started stroking his own cock, going faster and faster until he reached orgasm and his cum started squirting out. Freddie shot several cumshots into Carly’s anxious mouth, who smiled as they each splashed onto her tongue. Carly then moved over to Sam and slowly dripped the cum out of her mouth into Sam’s open mouth. The cum tasted very strange to Sam, but she kind of liked it, and swallowed it all. Carly and Sam then started to kiss passionately, exchanging any leftover cum. They then turned to Freddie’s cock and both started licking Freddie’s cock, cleaning up all of the cum from there and squeezing out all of the remaining sperm. The girls then continued to make out, caressing each other’s tits and slender bodies.
Finally, Carly and Sam broke free and looked up at Freddie.
“Sam needs to get fucked,” said Carly. “Now.”
Sam looked nervous, but complied. She got on the couch, laid down on her back, and let Freddie take off her panties, revealing her tight, wet pussy. Carly had never seen another girl’s pussy before and watched closely as Freddie stuck one finger in Sam’s pussy and bent down and started to lick. Sam was feeling sensations she had never felt before and she loved it, moaning sensuously and passionately. Sam had only had her own fingers in her pussy before, and had never had anybody’s tongue caressing it. Freddie loved the taste of Sam’s pussy almost as much as he loved the taste of Carly’s, and he loved the sound of Sam’s sighs of pleasure. Freddie felt his cock getting harder and harder.
Pretty soon, Freddie couldn’t wait any longer, and needed to have his cock in a pussy.
“All right, time to get fucked!” said Freddie to Sam.
Freddie sat down on the couch, his dick pointing straight up, and Freddie motioned for Sam to come and sit on his lap. Carly handed Freddie a condom, which he quickly slid over his cock. Sam got in position crouching over Freddie’s lap, with her back to Freddie. Then, with a nervous look on her face, Sam slowly lowered herself onto Freddie’s waiting dick.
Sam started to lowered herself all the way down onto Freddie’s cock, until she realized that Freddie had come into contact with her hymen. After she gave Freddie a nod of approval, she winced as she felt her cherry being popped by Freddie’s dick. When Sam was ready to go, she slowly started to move her body up and down, while at the same time, Freddie slowly started thrusting his cock up and down. The sensation of having sex was like nothing Sam had ever felt, and she closed her eyes and moaned. As Sam and Freddie got more comfortable, they sped up their fucking, doing it a little bit harder and faster, but still keeping it at a very passionate pace. Freddie loved having Sam ride his cock, and he grabbed her hips and started to thrust a bit harder into her wet, pink pussy. Sam felt her pussy getting tighter and tighter around Freddie’s cock, but she kept on fucking Freddie, loving every second of it.
Carly was getting extremely horny, seeing her two best friends fucking, and she took off her panties and sat down right next to Freddie. Carly starting rubbing her pussy, and also sucked on Sam’s succulent tits and started to kissed her. Carly then broke away and bent down to start licking Freddie’s cock and Sam’s pussy, with her free hand still rubbing her own pussy.
“Yeah? You like that Sam?” teased Carly, seductively. “You like having Freddie’s big cock in your pussy? You like being fucked by Freddie?”
Sam nodded, with her long blonde hair and her beautiful breasts bouncing around and her moans getting louder and higher pitched. Pretty soon, Sam realized that she was going to cum, and she warned Freddie and Carly. Then, Sam’s body shook and she felt her pussy getting warm as her juices dripped down onto Freddie’s cock. Sam got off of Freddie’s cock, and she and Carly licked all of the warm juices off of Freddie’s cock, and then the two girls started to kiss again, exchanging what was in their mouths.
Carly knew it was now her turn to get fucked, and she bent over the couch, her pussy sticking out in the air. Freddie stood up and grabbed Carly’s hips, and pushed his cock into Carly’s waiting vagina. Carly loved to have her boyfriend’s cock in her once again, and she started to moan. Freddie’s body rocked back and forth, as his cock thrust in and out of Carly’s tight pussy, and he slapped her ass, too.
“Mmmm. I love having your big cock in my tight, wet pussy,” crooned Carly. “It feels so fucking good. Yeah, slap my fucking ass!”
Sam felt a bit out of place since she knew that Freddie and Carly were officially going out, and she didn’t want to ruin anything. Sam sat off to the side and started to rub her pussy, but Carly noticed and said, “Sam, get over here so I could lick your pussy.”
Sam got into position, lying down on the couch, with her pussy in reach of Carly’s mouth. As Carly was getting fucked doggy style by Freddie, Carly reached out and started to eat out Sam, licking her pussy passionately. Carly had never licked a girl’s pussy before, but she just did what felt right, and what she knew would have felt good if she were being eaten out. Carly gently caressed Sam’s clit with her tongue, stopping every few seconds to lick around the perimeter of her pussy. Carly started licking Sam’s clit a bit faster, and Carly took one of her hands and stuck her index and middle finger into Sam’s pussy. Sam started moaning again, loving the feeling of her best friend eating her out and fingering her. Carly loved the sight of Sam’s tight, pink pussy, with a bit of yellow pubic hair right above it, and she also loved the taste of the pussy.
Freddie couldn’t believe that Carly was eating Sam out, and felt himself getting closer to orgasm as he fucked Carly from behind and watched her lick Sam. However, Freddie had a great idea for another position and wanted to try it before he would cum, so he calmed himself down a bit. He slowed down his fucking, and unplugged his cock from Carly’s wet pussy. Carly still continued to lick Sam’s pussy for a few seconds, until she turned around and the two of them grinned at Freddie.
“Alright, let’s do one more,” said Freddie. “In the kitchen.”
“Ooh, sexy,” giggled Carly.
Freddie told Sam to lie down on her back on the kitchen table, with her legs hanging over the edge. Then he told Carly to get up on the table and crouch right above Sam’s face, so her pussy is right by Sam’s face. Freddie took his cock and put it in Sam’s pussy, and told Carly to lean down so they can kiss. Carly complied, and the two of them were soon making out, as Freddie was also fucking Sam’s pussy. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths like they had done many times before. Carly put her arms around Freddie’s neck and started to kiss him more passionately, as Freddie fondled her breasts.
Meanwhile, Sam started to eat out Carly. Sam had certainly never licked another girl’s pussy before, but, like Carly, she did what she would have wanted to be done to her. Sam stuck out her tongue, and started to lick Carly’s pussy, which was hovering directly above her head. Sam started by licking around the outside in circles, and then started to gently lick the clit, knowing how sensitive it is. Sam knew she was doing something right, as she heard Carly moaning softly as she was kissing Freddie. Sam started then started to suck on Carly’s pussy, tasting her best friend, and feeling the pussy getting wetter and wetter. Sam explored the inside and outside of Carly’s pussy with her tongue, while gripping Carly’s ass with her hands. As Sam licked and sucked more vigorously, Carly’s moans got higher pitched and sexier.
While Sam was busy eating out Carly, she was also being fucked in her pussy by Freddie, who was busy making out with Carly. Freddie was pushing his cock in and out of Sam’s pink pussy, shoving it back and forth, hearing Sam’s cries as she was eating out Carly. Freddie was sweating like crazy, but he didn’t care, cuz he was fucking the two most beautiful girls he had even seen in his life. Just seeing them naked and hearing them moaning was enough to push him over the top. He knew that he was about to cum, and all of the events of the day, the wake-up fuck, the blowjobs, the several positions with Carly and Sam, were all leading up to this climax.
“Oh my god,” breathed Freddie. “I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Mmm. Me too,” sighed Sam.
“I’m getting there,” gasped Carly. “Let’s all try to cum at the same time.”
Pretty soon, the three teens were all about to reach their climax. In a huge fit of moaning and shrieking, they all started to cum. Freddie came inside the condom in Sam’s pussy, as Sam came all over Freddie’s cock, and Carly came into Sam’s mouth. Everybody remained in their positions for a few seconds, or maybe it was a few days, catching their breaths and taking in what had just happened.
Eventually, Freddie removed his cock from Sam’s pussy, and Carly and Sam got off of the table and knelt before Freddie. They first licked off all of Sam’s warm juices from the outside of the condom, and then removed the condom and cleaned off Freddie’s cum. Carly and Sam then shared the contents of their mouths with each other, exchanging saliva and cum, and then both swallowed and started to grin.
“So, how was it?” asked Carly to Sam.
“Oh, my god, it was just …” responded Sam, unable to find words. “It was just incredible.”
“You were incredible, Freddie,” said Carly to Freddie.
“Thanks,” replied Freddie. “So were you girls.”
Carly and Sam began to caress each other tits, running their hands across each other’s smooth, sleek bodies.
“Freddie, I think Sam and I need some time alone,” said Carly to Freddie.
“Yeah, we need to ‘discuss’ some things,” winked Sam.
“Alright,” shrugged Freddie.
Freddie quickly got dressed, as Sam and Carly resumed their kissing and caressing.
“Alright, I’m gonna go,” said Freddie.
“Yeah, yeah, just go already,” snapped Sam.
Freddie walked out of the apartment, and walked across the hall to his apartment. He went into his bedroom and closed the door. Freddie didn’t feel bad that Carly and Sam were kinda acting like bitches. After all, he did get to fuck, and receive blowjobs from, his two sexy best friends.
Freddie opened up his laptop and logged into his iCarly server account.
In iCarly, the teens sometimes switch to a camera view that shows the downstairs of the Shays apartment, often in order to show viewers a specific project that Spencer is working on. Freddie, as technical producer of iCarly, had access to all of these features and camera views. And at that exact moment, Carly and Sam were pleasuring each other in clear view of the downstairs camera.
Freddie accessed the recording and started to watch. Freddie smiled. The perfect end to a perfect day.
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cheating wife 2
wife turned slut
A New Beginning – Part 1
Warning: This story contains racism, including racial slurs. It’s all for narrative purposes, and never used in an objective manner (in other words, it’s always the opinion of characters). But it can be a turnoff for some people, so turn back if you’re not into that.
This will be a multiple chapter story, exploring Antoine’s life in his new town.
first time with younger sis
I did my sis till i came in…
Moved into a new life: Part 4, history, Susan seduces dad
Susan goes out of town with her father and seduces him
