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Love or Lust Part 2.

Love or lust? P.2. (this part came out before P.1. I know, it’s weird, but cop it).
This story lies after my return from France; yes, after all the ‘Exchange trip to France’ stories. However, this is mainly a continuation of ‘Love or lust? P.1’, which finished with me leaving for France for an exchange.
Read P.1. for the background or beginning of the story if needed, although there is no sex in that chapter, just an introduction (however, I know it’s weird, but this part came out first, I just felt like writing this section of the story first, so don’t be alarmed if you can’t find my P.1., it will be out soon!).
This story is where the fun begins, but I will admit it takes a long time to begin the fun stuff. This is a true story and I’m writing it for my benefit as well as for the sex stuff that you guys like to read, so this makes the story rather long and descriptive. I’m also writing it for here because I love to read stories here too, so I felt the need to give back.Please NOTE: I am not a virgin because of what happened in France, but Ashley thinks I am a virgin, and I’m not too proud of the French girl ordeal, so I don’t tell her (I’m kind of ashamed of it), though FYI, I wasn’t ‘cheating’ on her because we weren’t really ‘going out’ at the time.

I’ll first describe myself: I’m a 17 year old Australian guy, I’m relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and I’m a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I don’t work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, a mum and a dad.

I had arrived back from France; I had had a nice recovery day, followed by a few welcome parties from friends, and a few gatherings or chill fests. After a while, I managed to build up the courage to give Ashley a call. After all, I had ditched her to go to France without telling her, and she seemed pretty pissed off, but I liked her company, and I could use someone to talk to right about now, and I wouldn’t mind seeing if I could start up that ‘fling’ again we had those few months back, where we would just meet up for a make out session; one of them I scored a blow job, but we never actually had sex. I called her and was surprised to hear she was more than happy to hear from me and would be delighted to come around.
This meeting however, deviated slightly from the typical routine we had back in the day. The norm was organised; Ashley told her parents that she was going to Amanda’s house (a friend of Ashley’s who lives close to me; Ashley lives really far away), but in fact was going to mine, but this time it wasn’t for just for an afternoon, or a few hours. My parents were gone for the weekend to our beach house and one of my sisters was sleeping at friend’s place and the other was at her boyfriend’s house for basically the whole weekend. Of course, my parents wouldn’t approve my sisters leaving me alone in the house for such long time, but they only wouldn’t approve if they found out. I did the figures and found that I could safely assume the house would be all mine from about 3pm on Saturday for about 28 hours: until 5 – 8pm on Sunday night, making the perfect weekend. And before you ask, house parties where parents are away are messy and I don’t like them; I’ve been to one and a fight broke out. The cops showed and I had to make a statement, the worst part being that there was weed there; it was really just luck my parents didn’t find out about my wrong doings. I didn’t do any weed, but if they found out I was in the vicinity of the illegal substance, I would have been a dead man. This pretty much threw me off the idea of having my own house parties for good.
I had told her the things happening, and that she was welcome to sleep at my house if she wanted to, but I would understand if she didn’t want to or couldn’t, but I also made the option clear that she could come for a normal day out on Sunday if she wished. I knew it was a long shot, but it couldn’t hurt in trying. The answer also depended if she could sucker her parents letting her sleep at ‘Amanda’s house’. But I was given the ‘all clear’ sign when she called back and said that her parents said it was fine, she told them they were doing an “assignment” and it would be easier as a sleep over because it was a pain to drive back to her house. I laughed at that one. If told my parents I was going to a friend’s place for a sleep over for an “assignment” the first question they would ask would be “what assignment?” I guess different parents get enticed by different words. We planned for Ashley to arrive at 4pm, a good hour after the house is clear. I was surprised things were working so well; I guess I didn’t piss off Ashley about going to France as much as I thought.
I was playing of COD (6) on the computer when the knock came at a bit after 4pm. I had just died (losing a kill streak I might add), so I dashed to the door to let her in. I opened the door and my dog Max ran inside to her rug as usual, but I wasn’t looking at Max; I was looking at her. She was standing there in pink tracksuit pants, with a relatively baggy jumper on. She had on her beautiful face her big wide, welcoming smiles I could never get sick of seeing. I reckon the world does “stop and stare for a while” when she smiles. I wanted to give her a big hug and kiss, but she was carrying an unusually large number of bags, and they looked heavy. I swiftly walked to her and grabbed the bags out of her hands, and took the one off her back.
“Damn, thanks, I’ve walked about 2kms with those bags so be happy I brought them.” She said as she stretched her shoulders. I realised what was in one of them when I heard the clanks of glass bottles from inside it. I gave it a shake to emphasise the noise and grinned mischievously at Ashley, who looked back at me innocently.
“Amanda thought we might get thirsty so she got her brother to buy some ‘refreshments’ for us.” She said sarcastically, in an innocent little girl’s voice, while giving a puppy dog eye look.I just shook my head while grinning and gestured her to walk inside, me following her, while I kicked the front door shut with my foot.
I placed the bags in the kitchen on the bench I told Ashley that I was in an awesome COD game and was doing pretty well so I wanted to quickly finish it.
“Well, guess what I brought Aaron…” She said, as she reached into another one of her bags, and took out her dad’s laptop, his really good laptop.
“Let’s play some COD together you spunk!” She slapped my ass as she ran past to the computer room. I blinked, slowly. I couldn’t believe this. She brought her dad’s laptop to play COD with me. Wow. This weekend was really going to be great!
Ashley likes COD, as much as most of we guys do, the only reason she doesn’t play is because she can’t afford a computer and her family computer is made of wood so it’s way too shit to play COD. Even if she did save enough to buy one herself, her parents are like mine; they don’t let you buy your own computer for yourself, “anti-social” being the main word of their excuse.
I looked at the table and noticed she left her charger and mouse here, so I grabbed them and took them to the computer room, entering find her continuing my game. I laughed as I began to hook up her laptop. She was really good at sniping and quick scoping so she had chosen my sniper weapons class set, I’m more the opposite; I prefer being up close and personal, using flash grenades combined with melee and shotguns. I could see she was very good, better than I thought, rolling a 10 kill streak in only a couple of minutes. It was cut short by a camping noob tuber; a cheap, but as Ashley just proved, a deadly combination.
“Fuck that!” She yelled at the screen.
“Noob tubing is one thing, but camping AND noob tubing is just stupid!” She yelled, trying to convince no one in particular. It took all my strength to not laugh my heart out at this scene unraveling before me as I set up her laptop with our network. She was a serious gamer, dead serious. Perhaps it’s a good thing she doesn’t have her own laptop, after all. I finished setting up her laptop and grabbed a spare headset and plugged it in. I grabbed mine I already had connected on my computer and handed it to Ashley, carefully, worried that I might disturb her game. She took them off me and put them on.
“Thanks babes!” She said, I guess she can quite easily separate her game emotions from life, which I’m glad of; I don’t want an angry COD addict in my house all weekend. I smiled at the thought of playing COD with a girl, with the knowledge that I was just about to do just that. I put the headset on and sat down at her computer, at the opposite side of the desk to Ashley. I launched COD and looked at Ashley and grinned. I was getting prepared for the most intense games of COD in my life.
We played COD for a good 3 hours; we concluded we’d stop after one of us got a tactical nuke (25 kill streak reward which ends the game). After some heavy team work we got one; we agreed it would be easier to be me, as she could cover me and snipe loose runners while I ran in and flushed them out. And then, as agreed, we stopped. We were massively COD’d out, my voice was sore; too much screaming at the screen, and my eyes felt square. But it was all worth it though. It was great fun. During the course of our game play, as you can imagine, we got pretty worked up. I had taken my t-shirt and socks off, leaving only my jeans on. Ashley had taken her jumper off, followed by her jeans. Later, she took off her t-shirt too and she played for a while with just her bra and panties on, a pretty hot scene if you ask me. I mean, just imagine an extremely hot chick playing COD in just her underwear with a headset on. Yes, hot. Although, it didn’t last long because I kept ogling her near-naked top half rather than concentrating on the game. She gave me a couple of chances but ended up having to put one of my oversized t-shirts I wear to bed from the nearby basket of washing, rolling her eyes in the process. The last piece of clothing to hit the floor was when she reached under her t-shirt and snapped her bra off from under the shirt, then dropping it to the floor. She never met my eyes while she did this; I expected a lusty look or something, but this left her just in her large t-shirt and panties hiding her nakedness.
We turned off the computers and got up, stretching as we did so, me being very aware of her near nakedness. She bent over to pick up her discarded clothes and I walked over to her and grabbed her perfectly formed ass, caressing it with my hands, with only her panties to obstruct them.
“You should watch where point that ass, girl, or someone might get ideas.” I said cheekily, as she gently pushed back on my hands. Past her ass I could see down the t-shirt and I could just make out the ends of her tits.
After that brief moment of awe, she stood straight up and flipped around, facing me, looking at me dead in the eyes. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a kiss. I grabbed her around the shoulders, I loved it the way our tongues danced with each other; it was amazing. My hands managed to find their way under her shirt, grasping her bare back, while hers had dropped down into my jeans and grabbed my ass, while giving it a nice squeeze. She edged her hands out of my jeans and jumped on me, her hands linking around my neck and shoulders, while my hands quickly gripped her legs to reduce the weight on my back. This sudden jump caused me to lose balance slightly, and I walked backwards quickly and hit a side wall, which hurt my back a but I wasn’t really thinking about pain right then; I was thinking more of her tight gripping my shoulders while savagely attacking my lips. However, I eventually got tired, my arms felt like they were going to drop out of their sockets not to mention my back was sore from carrying her for so long, so I told her I had to drop her, and tell her I needed a rest.
“We’ll finish this later.” She winked as she released my shoulders, dropped down and walked off. I eyed her sexy pair legs as they trotted off that I just had my hands on not two seconds ago, yet I wanted to touch them more.
I walked back to the kitchen while cracking my neck and stretching my shoulders.
“Next time she can do that carrying and I’ll force her onto the wall.” I laughed at the thought of a girl nearly half my size carrying me with my hairy legs wrapped around her waist. That’s when I remembered why I was in the kitchen in the first place.
“Ashley!” I yelled. “Cooking some dinner, did do you want anything?”
“Anything! I don’t care!” She called back, her voice echoing from upstairs, probably because she was in the bathroom.
I decided to go for the simple as I wasn’t much of a cook; bacon and eggs with toast.
I had just started serving the bacon and eggs when feet sliding across the floor towards the kitchen.
“Mmmm….smells nice.” She said as she walked into the room. Her hair was wet from what I assumed the shower. It made her look just that much sexier, she continued to wear her t-shirt and panties though, from what I could see she wasn’t wearing her bra either. I didn’t wonder for very long; she apparently could read minds.
“I forgot to bring my clothes upstairs, but it was hot anyway and I like this t-shirt.” She grinned. “It suites you well too.” I smiled. I pointed out her seat, with my freshly prepared meal on the table in front. I had cooked it perfectly and I was quite proud of my work. She sat down and I sat down on the opposite side, bringing my plate with me. She asked me what happened in France. The normal questions, how was my family, did we get along, what did I do, etc. I answered them and she seemed a tad jealous, especially the part where I told her I tried weed and how I got drunk so many times.
“Well, we got heaps of booze here.” She winked. I told her maybe later, when we could sleep it off. I followed my responses with some of my own, typical conversation questions. I did learn that she had had a boyfriend while I was away, which upset me a little, but it didn’t last long anyway because she compared him to me, and he just “couldn’t make the scale” she said. She noticed the sport section of the newspaper and we began to talk about the footy; what’d I miss, what was happening how my team was going. Just general chat.
After we had finished, I picked up our plates and took them to the dishwasher. As I was bending over packing the plates into the dishwasher, I felt some hands gently placed on my ass.
“Mmmm…” She purred, “Such a nice feel to it.” She put the tops of hands into my jeans, giving her a feel of the top of my ass. I packed the last plate, closed the dishwasher as I stood up, pulling her hands away. I turned around, my eyes meeting with hers. I leaned in and kissed her, just a deep, soft peck on the lips, but she seemed to have her weapons loaded as she attacked my mouth with her tongue, her hands wrapping around my bare shoulders. I didn’t want break anything in the kitchen, nor did I want this to stop, so I looped my left arm under her legs and lifted her up, my right arm holding her back up and she squealed from surprise. I started walking, or running, up the hallway and up the stairs to my room, being careful of her legs from hitting the side walls. The whole way she was trying to kiss me, but had failed miserably. I threw her onto the bed and jumped on after her.
This make-out session continued for a long while. It felt good: her warm body next to mine, freedom for my hands to roam around on her, under her shirt, but most importantly, her tight ass (my favourite).
After a while of this, she started to kiss down my body, starting down my chin, down my neck, very slowly down my stomach and abs until she reached my jeans. She worked her way in undoing the fly, and then slowly pulled them down with my jocks, my hard member springing from confinement. She pulling my pants and jocks to the end of my feet and threw them on the floor. Now the only shred of clothing I had on was a necklace. I concluded what Ashley’s plan was.
“Ashley, you don’t have to do that.” I knew how much she hated blowjobs.
“I want to though; I want to…make you feel good.” She responded, and with that took a mouthful of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body; the heat and wetness was amazing, and the sucking and tongue swirling around was an added bonus. I closed my eyes; put my hands behind my head, savoring the feeling. Sometimes my cock would touch the back of her throat. I wished it would happen more often. I alternated my hands between resting behind her head, gently guiding her head on my cock, to back behind my head.
This continued for a few minutes until she suddenly stopped, my cocking leaving her mouth and meeting with the cool air. I guess she wanted a break. I felt her weight shift off the bed, and was so deeply relaxed that I just lay there, eyes closed, waiting for her return to my pulsing member. I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because when I came too I felt her sweet mouth descend onto my cock again, and the touch of her arms being placed on the top part of both of my legs…but that was when I realized something was different. All her weight seemed to be pushing on me, and her mouth felt…different. My suspicions were confirmed as realized that the arms resting on my legs weren’t in fact her arms, but were the shins of her legs. My cock hadn’t been engulfed by her mouth, but had slipped into her hot, wet, steaming cunt! I was immediately wide awake and was about to start yelling at her, but was quickly silenced by a kiss, her now naked boobs crashing into my chest. She must have stripped while I was asleep. The sudden movement of her caused my cock to sink even deeper into her depths; waves of pleasures sparked through my body, me groaning into her mouth as we kissed. Her tongue explored my mouth and I hers. My hands grabbed her tanned back tightly. After the kiss I managed to get a word out.
“I thought we agreed that we would…well agree to do this for one…but also much later?” I said, rather annoyed that she had decided to do this while I was basically asleep to avoid an argument. I could call the cops and charge her for rape. I ought to.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I think we have waited long enough, too long actually.” She replied, with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Why didn’t you just ask me rather than just mounting me randomly? You know you just took each of our virginities. If you had just asked I would have said yes.” I stated, still aware my cock was nested deep inside her pulsing pussy.
“Well I know you Aaron and I know you’d get all shitty if I asked, you may have said yes but only after asking me a thousand billion times if I had thought about and if you were the right guy blah blah blah…so I decided for the surprise attack!” She replied.
“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.” She quoted from a character in a movie we had watched. I wouldn’t tell her, but she was right. I would have argued and basically been a brick wall to talk to. I had a very strict moral compass when it came to sex, especially involving cherries being popped; I believed one’s first time sticks in your mind the most and should be taken with delicacy. I’ve told Ashley all these ideals at one stage, which is why she knew the best route to take if she wanted, well, a root. All other three bases were basically ok with no complaints off me, but fourth base is where I start getting ‘shitty’ as Ashley said.
“Man! How come we didn’t do this sooner! It feels so good!” She cried out in pleasure, the syllable of ‘man’ dragging out. She leaned back, my hands releasing her back; the movements of her tight pussy on my cock caused me to moan. She arched her head back as far as it would go, her messy, sweaty hair drooping down her back, placing her hands behind her to keep herself balanced. My hands found her hips, helping her stay still. She wriggled her hips back and forth; getting use to the feeling of my shaft inside her, if not, trying to get it to wriggle deeper. She had the face of a girl that would be in absolute sheer pleasure, yet all she had felt was my cock buried basically only stationary inside her.
She leaned her head forward again, making eye contact with me.
“For the record, I think I made a perfect decision involving my first time.” She smiled at me.
“What about me?” I asked, slightly accusingly.
“Well it’s too late now, you are forever and ever going to have me in your mind as your cherry popper. Lifelong torture. Cry me a river.” She laughed and I frowned, but agreed.
“You’re right, sometimes I over analyse things a bit too much.” I agreed.
“Just a bit too much. But that’s what I love about you Aaron, you are so selfless. So we going to get started or what?” The compliment seemed to do a good job in making me forget what she did earlier.
“Don’t usually girls bleed their first time? Are you ok?” I asked, slightly concerned. She’d already told but I’d completely forgotten.
“I told you: I broke hymen when I fell off a horse; so if you called that as my virginity I lost it when I was 12.”
I laughed as my hands roamed from her sides to her ass cheeks, my hands giving her a nice squeeze. Damn, so firm.
“I was just worried about you. That’s all. Well, that’s good; we can get right into the action then!”
She grinned at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and she began to slowly wriggle her hips, back and forth, across my belly, my hands guiding her. The slow movement was driving me crazy; it nearly felt like she was teasing me, but according to her screwed up face she was feeling the same way. She was biting her lip as if she was suppressing a moan, but this didn’t last as she started to increase her tempo, slowly getting faster, until she started to begin bouncing rather than just rocking, causing us both to moan uncontrollably. Up and down, up and down, her hair bouncing with each fluid movement. She would drop until nearly all my cock was inside her, then rise again until just the tip of my cock was in her, then drop again. I found my hips had started moving, instinct had taken over, and each thrust meeting her downwards plunge onto my shaft. My hands continued to help her up and down, gripping her ass cheeks as tight as they could. I loved the feeling of her firm ass slapping into me as she came down. A few times she rose too high and my cock slipped out of her pussy, before she came down falling on top of it awkwardly. We’d both just laugh, and we’d work together in getting back in, before resuming the process. Each time it happened she got a little faster in aiming back in line, before descending right back onto it. It was a good sight; watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I sat up and took one of her tits into my mouth, my hands grabbing her back, brushing her hair aside and continuing their quest to help her motion of riding my cock. The sucking sent her even wilder than she was; her moaning was now a scream.
“Oh my god! Aaron! That feels…so…good!”
Despite the setbacks and pauses I knew I couldn’t last much longer; it’d had been a miracle I’d lasted so long, even though it wasn’t actually that long, it just felt long to me. I felt the tingling feeling in my balls and the point of no return arriving swiftly.
“Ashley, I’m , I mean I’m gonna…” I was cut short.
“ It’s ok baby, I’m cumming too, just hold on a bit longer, just a bit…Ohhhhhhhh Aaron! I’ve been waiting for so long from France!” She groaned hysterically as she did one final plunge onto my cock. Her orgasm began; her pussy walls began to contract and squeeze wildly around my cock, which caused me to squirt a deep load inside of her, squirt after squirt, load after load. I felt like it wouldn’t end. I had my face buried between her tits with my hands behind her back, her hair draped over them, while I was pulling her into me and was moaning into her tits, using them as a muffler. I was exhausted as a fell back onto the bed, gently pulling her with me. It was only then I realised something of crucial importance.
“Oh my god! We didn’t use a condom! Shit! Do you have a…”
“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” She said quickly, and rather impatiently, as if to say ‘how dumb do you think I am?’
This answer satisfied me somewhat as I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with her in my arms.

I’ll make P. 3. if I get good ratings for this/I can be bothered.
Cheers. P.1 will be up soon too for those who want a background story.

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Kate’s Sex

This story is part true story (names changed) and part fantasy. You decide which is which.
Kate couldn’t think about anything else. She wanted sex, she needed sex, and until she had sex she would be unable to regain her concentration for anything else. Her therapist calls it “hyper sexuality”, apparently another part of her OCD.
After leaving work on Saturday, and finally done with a very non-productive week, Kate was ready to find what she needed. And contrary to her therapist’s opinion, it was not an anti-depressant drug.
Kate went home, showered, and dressed. Then she headed out to find a bar where no one knew her. Chuck’s Club was very empty when she arrived. The bartender was an older gentleman. He was very nice and talked about the weather, then the economy, as other people started coming in. A single woman sat next to Kate and started chatting meaninglessly. Kate really wasn’t listening. A young couple playing darts. They were obviously in love and were constantly hugging and touching each other. Kate so wanted to be touched.
Three gentlemen came in and sat at the end of the bar, which curved around to the right. They were wearing matching shirts that looked like uniforms for mechanics, each one’s name printed on a patch on their chest. All three men ordered a beer. Kate began to look them over and decide if she would choose one of them. As she was thinking about it, her gaze was locked by one of the men looking her over. Kate ordered another drink and picked up her cigarettes and walked past the gentlemen to the smoking area outside. As she had hoped, he followed her out.
He introduced himself as Kyle (that’s what the patch said). She answered with her own name, Kate. He said the shirt was a uniform, but not a mechanic, but a local delivery service truck driver. He had very nice looking hands, good-looking lips, and great eyes. As Kate came to the end of her cigarette, she decided not to waste time or play games tonight. Kate told Kyle she was going to finish the drink she had just ordered and then head home. She asked if Kyle would like to join her. Kyle seemed surprised by Kate’s boldness. Kate said she felt they were both thinking the same thing, so why waste time and money when she had beer at home. They finished their drinks and Kyle followed Kate back to her place.
Kate handed Kyle a beer as they entered the house. Kyle took the beer, took one gulp and set the beer down on the counter. He grasped Kate around the waist and pulled her to himself. Kyle kissed her very passionately and by the erection Kate was pressed up against, she could tell he was enjoying this. That kiss didn’t seem to stop. They were kissing and massaging each other, grinding against each other and walking toward the bedroom all at the same time. Kate led Kyle to the guest bedroom and then they came up for air. As Kyle started undressing Kate, he asked, “what would you like?” Kate told Kyle that tonight he was in control and that her body was his to do with as he pleased. Kyle undressed himself, kissed Kate and professed that he loved pussy. He laid Kate on the bed and gently stroked the small patch of hair above Kate’s clit.
Kate asked Kyle to kneel next to her head so that she could reach his lovely cock while he played. Kyle’s fingers played in and out of Kate’s very wet pussy and teased her clit mercilessly. Then he moved between her legs and started with his wonderful tongue. He licked and nibbled her clit and all around her wet little slit. Then Kyle added a finger deep inside to the assault. Kate was wiggling wildly under Kyle’s hand. Kyle moved to lie along side of Kate, fingers still pumping into her and kissed her long and deep. Kate exploded in the first of many orgasms to Kyle’s delight. Kyle rolled on top of Kate and braced himself up on his arms to watch Kate’s eyes as he plunged his cock into and to the limits of Kate’s sopping pussy. Kate smiled, closed her eyes and grabbed the sheets on each side of her as Kyle started to thrust in and out of her body. His balls slapped her ass with each thrust. Kyle didn’t last long in Kate’s hot wet pussy and blasted his hot cum to mix with hers.
Kyle kissed her again and came back to kneeling over Kate’s quivering body. Kate licked his cock clean and then some, as Kyle turned his attention back to Kate’s lovely pussy. First two fingers, Kate’s orgasm, then three fingers, Kate’s orgasm. Kyle began to wonder how much this pretty pussy could take. She was well lubricated with both his and her juices dripping from her. Kyle slowly pushed a fourth finger into her and pumped in and out. Curving his fingers and adding his thumb proved a much tighter task and he could hear Kate whimper around his cock in her mouth. Kate had stopped wiggling her ass under Kyle’s hand, so he decided to stay in her comfort zone and went back to just three fingers and teased her clit with his thumb. What Kate could do with her mouth was wonderful. The harder he pumped into her pussy, the deeper and harder she would take his cock. She was so wet; Kyle tried slipping his finger into her anal opening. Smooth, but tight. He could tell it wasn’t used much. Kyle broke concentration at the thought of fucking Kate’s tight asshole and started cumming in Kate’s mouth. She swallowed quickly and didn’t miss a drop of his juices. Kyle gave Kate a few minutes of licking, massaging and sucking. His erection wasn’t fading with all of her attention.
Kyle guided Kate to her knees and pushed her head down to the pillow. He gently fondled both of her tits. Kyle thought this might hurt Kate, so he pushed his cock into her wet pussy for a little lubrication. On the third push into Kate, he moved his cock to her smaller opening and pushed all the way in. Kate cried out just once and Kyle stayed still to let her adjust to his size. Kate reached down and was rubbing her clit intently. Kyle started slowly moving in and out as Kate relaxed. It was like fucking a teen-ager; she was so hot, wet and tight. As Kyle felt another orgasm approaching, he slipped from her ass to her pussy and filled her with his cum. Kate exploded into an orgasm of her own. They both collapsed onto the bed, breathless.
Kyle told Kate he really had to get going. He had a dog that needed to be let out. Kyle dressed and Kate threw on a shirt. They walked to the door. Kyle slammed down the warm beer Kate had opened for him earlier. He wrapped his arms around Kate and kissed her once again. As they kissed their hands started moving over each other again. Kyle broke the kiss and said, ”this is how this all started, if I don’t leave now, we will be right back in the bedroom.” Kate said, “I hope to run into you again some time, this was fun.” Kyle said, “me too” and left the house.
Kate watched from the window as he pulled out, subconsciously rubbing her clit and smiling

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A Step Father’s Revenge

This is a stand alone story about a stepfather that exacts his revenge upon a stepdaughter that has earned his disapproval. I’ll leave it to you to decide if this story is true or not…

The Wife’s True Stories

These are true stories that have all happened within the last year or so and they are all true. I’m not the world’s greatest writer, but I just wanted to write them out anyway.
After that first night when my friend JP had come over (which was my first story) things began to get very interesting. I’m just going to tell them in short story form because I simply don’t have time to write out all the details.
About a week after the first incident with my wife and my friend JP, I decided that I wanted to watch her get fucked by not only another man, but someone that neither one of us knew.
It was a Friday night about seven o’clock and I convinced my wife to go to a local bar with me. The place was called JJ’s and was mostly frequented by the local people, which usually consisted of rednecks. We would definitely be out of place, I thought.
We walked into the bar about 8 o’clock. When we walked in, everyone just stared at us. We walked up to the bar and took our seats. It was early so there weren’t many people there, except for a few men at the bar and a couple of men and women playing pool. The men seated at the bar continued to stare, even after we had been seated. I realized that they were staring at my wife, who was dressed very sexy. I knew they probably weren’t used to seeing a woman as hot as she was, especially in that place.
We were there for about two hours, just sitting at the bar, drinking and talking. It started getting a little busier as the night went on, but the guys at the bar who were there when we first arrived were still in their same spot. Every once in awhile, they would look at my wife and talk to each other. I knew they were probably talking about what they would do to her and that type of stuff. They would especially check her out when she would get up to go to the bathroom or something.
I didn’t mind though and I actually understood. She looked very hot. She was wearing a short little black dress that showed some of her nice cleavage. I didn’t suggest that she wear that. It’s just what she had on when she came out of the bedroom after she got ready to go.
It got to be about eleven thirty or so and I could tell that I was getting a nice little buzz from the beer. This of course made me hornier and more outspoken.
The next time my wife got up to go to the bathroom, the men just gawked at her and then watched her the whole way as she walked. Before I knew it, I had gotten off my bar stool and was walking over to them. They looked shocked as I approached and stood beside them.
“How are you fellas?” I asked casually.
The one closest to me just replied shortly, “Doin’ all right, how ‘bout yourself?”
“I’m doing great man. What’s ya’ll’s name?”
They introduced themselves as Gary and Rob. Gary, who was a construction worker, was about forty-five years old and had a medium build. He looked very strong and had a deep tan. Rob, was about twenty-five and was also a construction worker. He had a little heavier build and was taller than Gary.
We talked for about five minutes until my wife came out from the bathroom. I was expecting for her to want to go and sit back where we had been, but I was surprised when she came and sat right next to me. I wondered if she had been having the same thoughts as I had.
When she sat down, I introduced her to the men I had just met. It was funny how they had been checking her out earlier and now we were sitting beside them making friends with them.
For about the next hour my wife and I sat with Gary and Rob, our new construction friends. We just talked about things that most people talk about when they first meet, like what you do for a living, where you live, and that kind of stuff.
I did notice something different about this situation though. The whole time as we talked to these men, my wife was flirting with them. At first it was kind of subtle, but then the longer we sat the more forthright and obvious it was, not only to me, but to these two guys also. I thought then that my hunch had been right, or at least I hoped so. I decided to take a gamble.
At about midnight my wife excused herself to the ladies’ room once again. I knew this would be my chance. As she walked away from us towards the restroom, I just stared at her and said, “So what do you guys think?”
Gary, the more outspoken one, said “You’re a lucky man.”
I knew he was being polite. “If you only knew.” I said, trying to open up a door of some sort.
“You guys ever had pussy like that?”
Gary just laughed and said “Not in a little while.”
Rob laughed at Gary’s little joke and then said “Occasionally.”
I could tell they didn’t want to say too much out of politeness. I decided to press them. I knew that it would never happen if I wasn’t bold, so I went for it. I was willing to face embarrassment if they didn’t accept the idea. Besides I never went in that place anyway and might not ever be in there again, especially if this plan went wrong.
“Well you guys ought to come back to our place with us.”
I said this without even thinking about it, but I was immediately glad I did. Gary and Rob just looked at each other as if they were wondering if I was serious or not. Then Gary turned around and said “You serious?”
“Yeah we’ll get some beers and hang out. Who knows man, might be fun.”
“Well sure man.”, Gary said followed by Rob, “Let’s do it.”
Within fifteen minutes my wife and I pulled into our driveway, followed by these two guys we had just met. We all went inside and started hanging out in the living room. We just had several more beers for the next hour or so. We were all pretty drunk and it was showing. We laughed and talked as if we had known these two guys forever.
As we were talking, I noticed my wife’s hands started rubbing both Rob and Gary’s thighs. At first it had been subtle. She would leave it lingering there after she would laugh at something one of them would say. But then she went from letting it rest there for a minute to slowly caressing and rubbing.
I knew then it was going to happen. She was horny and I could tell. This was definitely going to be the luckiest night of these guys’ lives.
She sat there on the couch between both men, as I sat on a recliner beside them. I told her to come sit with me, which I’m sure threw the guys off. They probably thought that I was getting jealous and wanted her to stop what she was doing, but they would have been totally wrong.
She got up and slowly and seductively walked over to me on the recliner. She slowly got on top of me and straddled me. As she did her dress rose up even further, showing off her tan, tight thighs to Gary and Rob. I kissed her and began caressing her perfect ass. As I did, I made a point to lift up her dress to show them her perfect ass. They both just watched her as I kissed her and groped her body.
“Go give our new friends some of that pussy baby,” I whispered in her ear as I kissed it.
Without hesitation she got off of me and walked back over to the couch and sat down between the two men again. Right as she sat down she groped both men’s crotches and gave them both a very seductive look.
For the next four hours, I watched as these two men took turns fucking my wife. At first she gave them both good long blow jobs. I was surprised at how big their dicks were. The younger guy, Rob, had about a ten inch cock and Gary’s was at least nine.
I was so hard as I watched her lips wrap around both of their cocks, one at a time. This only lasted for about five minutes until both men were obviously ready to fuck her.
Gary went first. He got behind her and bent her over and she got on all fours on the couch. He guided his dick up to her wet pussy lips as she looked back at him seductively.
I was about to spew my load as I watched this. My wife is the hottest girl you will ever meet or see, much less fuck, and I loved watching this stranger bend her over, knowing he was about to stick his cock in her. He must have really thought it was a dream.
He found her pussy with the tip of his dick and within seconds he had penetrated her tight pussy. When he did, she moaned and looked back at him again and told him to fuck her.
He grabbed her hips and slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of her, each time going a little deeper.
As Gary fucked her doggy style, Rob got on his knees in front of her and put his giant dick in her face. She knew right away what he wanted and she wrapped her full lips around his shaft.
Gary fucked her for another five minutes until Rob asked him for a turn.
Within seconds, she was straddling Rob and bouncing up and down on his massive cock. He groped her ass and her tits as he thrust himself deeper and deeper inside of her. She screamed as this young guy fucked the shit out of her. I knew she had never had a dick that big inside of her.
Both men had their way with her and she was very willing to do whatever they wanted. As I watched, they put her in every position you can imagine and then took turns pounding her pussy.
The night ended with both men cumming in my wife’s mouth, which she drank up willingly.

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Vignettes V – I Married Jessica Rabbit

I met an amazing woman in college after the Army. I was an atheist and bent on corrupting her. She drew the line in the sand and I tried my damndest to get her to come over to my side. I got close but not close enough. Eventually she drew me to her side of the line and a marriage of high adventure and sexuality began.

Sue taken to hotel

Sue and Max go to a nightclub where Sue is picked up and taken to a hotel. A gentle story, not as violent as some of my others.

Sarah, my love. Part 1

Hello, I have been a long time reader of this site, and I decided that its about time that I added something. This is my first story so please be nice.
My name is Tom, I am 15 years old. Ever since I was a little boy, I always played sports, so, even though I gave them up last year, I still have an athletic body. I stand about 6 foot 2, brown hair, and light brown eyes that have been called “golden.”
I am going into grade 10, but let me give you a little more backstory. I grew up in a small town in northern Canada, where the summers are hot, the winters freezing and the bugs make you want to kill yourself. We have one highschool, and you basically end up knowing everyone and everything about them.
Me and Sarah had always been friends, but it wasn’t until highschool when we became best friends. We hung out almost everyday, and everyone sorta expected us to get together, everyone that is, except us.
We were just bestfriends, we knew everything about the other.
Sarah is short, around 5 foot 6, blonde hair, a cute face and a breathtaking smile. She was a dancer so her body was in great shape, thin, with an amazing ass, but for somepeople, her chest was a bit of a deal breaker, let’s just say there wasn’t much to look at. This doesn’t mean she didn’t have anything, they were just, small. Overall though, I would give her a ten, but I may be a little biased.
Being as hot as she was, Sarah had a lot of boyfriends, but in no way was she a slut. I knew for a fact, more then one boy had dumped her because of how reserved she was. She was waiting for the right guy, she told me over and over, the one who really loves me and I want to be with forever. Through all the boyfriends she had had, I knew that farthest she had gone was being felt up, and that wasn’t her choice.
So it came to me as no surprise that she had another boyfriend in june, just weeks before the end of school. As her bestfriend, I always tried to look out for her, and this guy, just screamed trouble. His name was Dylan, and was what most people call a burnout. He had long, dark hair, wore skinny jeans, had more metal in his face then I believed humanly possible and of course, he smoked weed.
Being good students, Sarah and I never even thought of smoking, worried it would kill our chances for university, so right of the bat, I was worried he would get her into it somehow, but what happened was much worse.
It was the second last day of exams, taking AP classes, Sarah and I both had exams today and tomorrow. We planned on hanging out in our sad excuse for a downtown, which consisted of one short street, then head our seperate ways, mine to hang with one of my friends Jordan, who lived not far from my house, and her on a date with her smilebag of a boyfriend, Dylan.
She was so excited, the entire time we spent in town was ethier talking about what store to hit next, of hearing Sarah going on about her date with Dylan. Finally, Sarah had picked out a new outfit for her date, a flowing green dress that made her shine like a star. I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with her.
The next day she came to school, she was in a sweat shirt and sweat pants, with her hair in a ponytail, I knew without seeing her face, something was wrong. I called out her name, and she turned and looked at me, her right eye was black, like someone had punched her, hard.
“Oh my god Sarah, what happened?”
She looked down the hall, the up it, and seeing all the people, looked at me and said, “nothing, I just fell down lastnight, its no big deal.” By the look in her eyes, I knew it wasn’t the truth, and that she wanted to tell me, just not here.
Seeing her like this at her worst, and still thinking how beautiful she looked, only reenforced my feelings from yesterday, I was in love with her.
I put my arm around her, comforting her, and led her away from the crowded halls and into the libary where we could be alone. Almost instantly after we got there, she ways in my arms crying, telling me everything, how Dylan took her to the movies, and started feeling her up, how she told him to stop it. The he pulled out his dick, grabbed her and told her to suck it. She tried to pull away, but he punched her, so she pretended she was going to give him a blowjob, punched him hard in the balls and ran home in tears.
At the moment, I didn’t know if it was my love for Sarah, the fact she was my best friend or my great dislike for Dylan, I knew there was only on option, I had to make sure Dylan and anyone else knew, that they could never hurt Sarah like he did.
We had to hurry to our exam, it was Math, easy for me, but I couldn’t focus, I was so mad. As soon as we could leave, I grabbed Sarahs hand, telling her the plan as we walked, she told me where Dylan would be.
We walked the short walk to town, and, sure enough there was Dyaln, alone, smoking up under the bridge.
What happened next went by in a flash, all I remember is yelling at him for what he had done, him calling Sarah a slut, him pulling a knife, punching his facei n and throwing him in the water.
The running, a stream of insults flying our way, I knew that after what I did, Dylan or anyone else would think before messing with me or Sarah. After running, w got to our old elementary school, who, for some reason this year, got out before we did, meaning the school was desserted.
We walked to the old tree we used to climb, I lifted her up and we talked for hours, Sarah seemed to have forgotten about what Dylan had done, as we talked about our old school, her telling me she had a big crush on me when we went her, and ended in me telling her, I loved her.
It just kinda slipped out, I didn’t mean it to happen but it did. I was worried it would ruin our friendship, put a barrier betwen us, but after I said it her eyes lightened up a bit, and said, “when I had a crush on you, I dreamed how you would say it to me, and looking back, I don’t think that crush ever truly went away.”
We both knew what was coming, I slid down the branch to get closer, leaned in to kiss her, then… crack, the brance fell, luckily, it was high up, anfter making sure we were both okay, I helped her up, and, she pulled me in, kissing me. It felt like those chessie movies make it seem, time stopped, the earth spun faster, and we knew it was right. She whispered in my ear, “I love you Tom, I think I always have… and always will.”
“I love you too, and I don’t think I could ever love someone else.”
That night was the best of my life, Sarahs Dad wasn’t at his house, just minutes from the school, so there we headed. As soon as we walked in the door, Sarah was soon making out with me, and she lead me to her bedroom, it wasn’t the first time I hda been there but, it seemed an honour to be aloud in there. Our kissing became more passonaite, and soon, our hands were exploring each others bodies.
Sarah broke the kiss, looked deep into my eyes and told me I was the one, she wanted me to take her virginity.
I was shocked, for someone who had never let a boy get to thirdbase, she seemed to be moving fast, but my hormone enraged brain didn’t stop to think. We broke the kiss only a few more times, so that we could remove eachothers clothing. Soon, there was Sarah in all her naked glory, her small tits were so perky, her nipples puffy and inviting, her vagina more perfect then I believed possible, with outer lips that covered the inner folds, and were wet and welcoming.
She looked down at my cock, something I had always been proud of, it stood 8 inches and thick, but not so thick that itt was uncomfortable for the girl, who, to this day, has only been Sarah.
She got me to sit at the edge of the bed, and bent down and wrapped her mouth around my cock. It was bliss! She could ony get about 3 inches in, but her hand and mouth worked furiously together, bringing a pleasure I had never known. Soon, I was ready to cum, I told this to Sarah and she stopped.
“I think it time we start the main event,” I told her, she knew what I meant instantly and got me to lay down on the bed. My throbbing cock was at attention, and she slowly lowered herself down, pausing to get used to it until we cam to her cherry. She thrust down on my cock, as it bent slightly before ripping though. She screamed in pain, I saw a little blood come out onto my dick, and I grabbed her sides to help support her. Seeing the tear in her eye was to much, I asked if she wanted to get off, she said no and that it was starting to feel good.
Soon she was fucking my dick hard, smalling her ass into my legs, making her itty bitty titties bounce up and down Soon I couldn’t stand just looking at them so I popped one nipple in to my mouth and started sucking it, bring a cry of pleasure from Sarah.
I could feel my orgasm mounting, and told Sarah I was about to come, she told me that I didn’t need to pull out, she was on the pill, something aboutbheavy periods, at this point, I wasn’t really listening as I let the cum fly. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and soon Sarah joined me in the orgasm blitz and she came,squirting onto me.
My dick went soft and she fell off off me, onto her bed beside me. I put my arm around her as she drifted off to sleep, I soon joined her, knowing that I had found my soul mate.

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We meet again chapter 1

Tammy has been a friend since high school, we played around our senior year but became lovers much later in life. She was surprised the first time my wife told her to sleep with me. Now she looks forward to it when she comes to town