The Dinner Party Pt 2
Introduction: The story is very detailed with the real sex happening in part three so if it is just a quick read that you want go straight to Pt 3. If not I hope you enjoy. This is a continuation from the dinner party Pt 1
Introduction: The story is very detailed with the real sex happening in part three so if it is just a quick read that you want go straight to Pt 3. If not I hope you enjoy. This is a continuation from the dinner party Pt 1
Sissy CD Piggy gets caught with the repairman by his Mistress
Tetenia and Daymon accompany His Supremacy on a trip His new palace in the Subject Kingdom of Barria, where he takes yet more concubines.
How a mercy fuck ends up giving me a new lease on life
Aaron’s journey into debauchery continuees
An evening ride turns into a memorable night.
FLY THE FRIENDLY SKY’S
“Jesus, shit, fuck, blue, christ” I thought, “Could you possibly take longer to put your shit back in your fucking bag” ? I wondered. I had 124 more cattle to load and this flight was bumped ahead of the rest of the fleet to depart.
I work for Airport Authority, and on the weekends it is a major bitch. It had it’s rewards, such as rolling drunk passengers for loose bills or fondling the hot ones that were dumb enough to make it into secondary. Having a passenger go into secondary was easy enough, all the sensors and detectors employed by Airport Authority were user adjustable for sensitivity. When a pigeon approached you “adjusted” the sensitivity to cause a false alarm and bingo, you had a pigeon in custody.
My partner in crime was Sol, fucking eye-talian from “joisey”. Together, we started “doing” passengers out of sheer boredom and found that, until we started, we had been in the minority. Seems most of the jokers here have been doing this, and worse, for quite a while.
It’s simple, spot a cutie traveling alone, departing the international airport (that’s real important) and send her to secondary. We use the sensor adjustment or just “randomly” pick her for additional scrutiny and have her step into secondary. We make her wait, until all the witnesses have boarded and her frustration at missing her flight grows.
Then the fun begins. Behind closed doors she is ours. Most don’t speak english or very poorly, most are pretty docile and accept this treatment. It’s probably not to far from daily life in whatever-shit hole-they’re-coming-from or going to. Usually it’s titty squeezing and ass grabbing with some pussy rubbing thrown in. Once in a while, Sol or I will rub one out while the other is molesting the passenger. The strip search is mandatory of course, got to see the goods. And of course there are the ever-present surveillance cameras, not Airport Authoritie’s, but ours. We have a nice collection of videotaped “interrogations”.
Back to this flight; We receive word that the flight is to be boarded-but-delayed and held at the gate. Perfect timing, we’re near the end of the cattle call. I nod to Sol and he grins, then professionally hides his enthusiasm. Sol walks the line and scopes the remaining passengers for lone, foreign, hotties. First pass, Sol returns and says “muttly in green”. I look casually and see what he’s picked out. Short, fat, sloppy and ugly are not my tastes, but Sol is joking, They’re not his tastes either.
“Check the one in black” he says quietly. I do and I like what I see. She’s pushing 40, pretty, but not made up, not really looking for attention on this flight. Probably a bored professional, we have more trouble with the educated ones, they resist and want to talk to the consulate or their “abogado”. I watch her a little, not quite dismissing her yet. She is pretty, nice body, firm, strong, adequately proportioned with tits and ass, looks clean.
“Lets take her, slowly at first” I warn. Sol goes down the line. When he gets to her he walks past and then returns to her, where he’s not in her line of sight, great for intimidation. I see him mumble something to her, but cant hear what’s said. She looks confused and scared. Sol takes her by the arm and walks her out of line towards the secondary interrogation room. As he approaches to pass, he gives me the slightest eyebrow lift to indicate he likes this one. No one else stays at the screen table to wait for the pigeon. Good, traveling alone.
I close the gate and put the red flag over the door to signal that an interrogation is taking place. Usually green is for shoes and pockets, yellow for unknown hits that tripped the wand, red for lengthy interrogation due to a hit on the “no fly” list, uncooperative, trying to hide something, etc. I place my ballcap over the doorknob. This signals the rest of the guys that we’re playing with one of the pigeons and not to bother us or call the higher-ups because fo the red flag.
As I enter the room, the hottie is sitting down. Sitting in the chair with her hips flexed, you can see that she has a shapely ass and hips. A closer look reveals that she really is pretty, even without make-up. She looks european, olive/tan skin, pretty dark eyes, full lips. She’s wearing flat shoes, no hose, a simple dark skirt and matching vest over a white blouse. her light brown hair is pulled back into a simple pony tail. Very plain, almost like she’s trying not to be noticed. Fucking terrorist.
Sol, is talking to her in his crappy italian, then crappier spanish. Her eyes light up a little with his spanish, but she seems just as lost as before.
“What’s her passport say”? I ask.
“Portugal” Sol says.
“Make sure she doesn’t speak english” I tell Sol.
He looks at her with his serious face and say’s “We’re gonna rape the shit outta you”.
No response. Good she’s either deaf, understands english and has good self control or doesn’t understand english.
“I’ll wand her, you do the book”. I say.
Sol gets the book off the counter and starts talking to her quoting the airport menu of the week and the racing form, and anything else he can think of while pointing out meaningless references to the “vacation and sick day use” manual that was left in the interrogation room. I get the wand and meaninglessly “wand” her making the thing beep like crazy.
I put the wand down and motion for her to stand, she does. I have her turn away from me to face the wall and place her hands in the convenient yellow circles painted there. I make a show of putting on a latex glove in front of her and give her a menacing look. I go over the outside of her clothes, getting a nice layout of her body. I “accidentally” brush her left tit with the back of my hand and feel the resistance of her full, fleshy tit against it.
I kneel down behind her and run my hands up her legs, nice and firm as I squeeze them both from the inside. Pigeon winces and try’s to avoid the groping, but keeps her hands in the circles. I paw her ass and enjoy the cushiony feel of her ample but not flabby butt cheeks. She’s wearing simple cotton panties that I’ll take home as a souvenir.
I interrupt Sol’s rambling bus schedule and book routine by saying “Show her your car keys”.
Sol grins and complies, he likes the “car keys” too.
Meanwhile, this bitch is confused, offended and maybe terrified. If she’s not terrified now, she’ll be later. I check the ever present status board and determine that we have enough time to play before we dump Pigeon back on the plane.
With my hands, I motion for Pigeon to remove her blouse. She looks hesitant, but complies. Crappy, cheap, Kmart cotton bra and panties combo, $ 3.99. Nice tits, full, 34ish. I motion for her to take off her skirt, she does so as if expecting this to happen. I motion for her to turn slowly for inspection. I like her butt. I can see her camel toed pussy lips and where her panties rode up her ass crack on one side. When she steps I can see the fat in her leg, thigh, ass shift and move. Hot.
Sol shows her the car keys again and shakes them with emphasis. Pigeon looks lost as she covers her boobs and pussy with her hands. With my gloved hand I hold her by the hair and pull her head back to open her mouth. With my free hand I take my baton and show her the business end, then carefully, I touch her teeth with the blunt end of the baton. She understands now, no biting.
I feel around inside her pretty mouth with my fingers, under and the sides of her tongue, slick with spit. I make her gag with my fingers and do it a little longer than necessary, enjoying it. I pick up the baton again and insert it. I tilt her head up to allow the baton to enter the very back of her throat and jack the baton off in her mouth. I can see it interferes with her breathing when it’s too deep. Pigeon is crying now as I withdraw the spit-slickened baton. I let her sit.
I motion for her to remove her bra and, scared now, she does so without any reservation. I motion for her to stand and remove her panties, she hesitates, then, staring at me, drops her simple cotton panties on the floor, never looking away from me.
“Jeezus…” Sol says. I see what he means. Hairy pussy, not trimmed except away from her bikini line and off her legs, otherwise, no trimming at all. Didn’t see THAT under those panties. Most women, even skanks, oldsters, fatties, preggos, mormons, whatever, will shave the bush. Usually only european babes will sport the 70’s porno bush like this.
I turn her around, and before she knows what happened, cuff her hands behind her back. This brings a wild look from her, fear of what’s next. What ever it is, she’s helpless to do anything about it. I position her against a metal table while Sol uses a manacle on her ankles, she’s now tied to the table by her feet. I reach up and grab the rope Sol tied to a ring in the ceiling. I loop the rope around the cuffs and pull it tight. This brings Pigeon up with her arms behind her, bending her forward over the table, but she can’t rest her head on it because the rope isn’t long enough. She can’t lift her legs to allow her head to reach the table because of the manacles. Not only is she helpless, she’s uncomfortable as hell, completely immobilized and scared.
I get down on my knees behind her at ass level and part her nice fleshy ass cheeks to see her butthole. Nice. Not hairy like her pussy. I play with her pliant cheeks and bounce them a little. I stick my face into her ass and lick her pussy hole. Clean, almost like soap, “no gravy on the fry’s”. Must have showered just before the flight.
I lick her asshole as I pry her cheeks apart hard, she winces at this and resists, too late now, Pigeon. I tongue fuck her and slobber into her ass crack, licking the whole crack from the small of her back to her pussy in long full strokes. I run my hand up her leg with my thumb extended. As I near her cunt, I insert my thumb into it and start thumb fucking her hard as I continue to eat her ass and pussy from behind.
This goes on for a few minutes and my tongue gets tired. I switch to three fingers and jam them into her cunt. Pigeon grunts the first few times and mumbles something plaintive. I’m working these fingers hard, pigeon is lubed pretty good and I notice I’m hitting bottom. I stick four fingers together and resume work, she’s grunting every time now and is in danger of giving us away.
“Shut her up”, I tell Sol.
“M’Kay” he replies.
Sol takes her sock, balls it up and jams it into her mouth as a gag. No more grunting of moaning now, she’s concentrating on breathing too much.
I pick up the pace, by using my whole hand in her pussy. She’s not really ready for it, but I’m getting bored. I wedge my 5 fingers into her pussy and really have to work it into her. She’s really fighting it now, but can’t do anything about except breathe. There’s a lot of resistance from her snug pussy walls. It’s possible she’s never hand a kid and this would explain it. Most moms are capable of taking a fist pretty easy once they work up to it or it’s forced into them. Pigeon here is red in the face, sweating and breathing hard.
After a minute I’ve forced the pussy to open up and my hand reflexively curls in to a fist making a shorter, blunter tool. Pigeons head dangles as if she’s lost consciousness. I pause from my pussy reaming efforts and she pulls her head up to see if it’s over. She’s still awake. In the home stretch now (no pun intended) I force my fist up hard and deep into her pussy trying to punch her cervix. I pick her feet up off the floor each time and her ankles pull against the manacles. My arm is tired. I drop my hand out of her pussy and take a break, letting my tired arm recover. Pigeon hangs there by her cuffed hands and breathes between sobs. Through her bush pussy is a mass of red inflamed pussy lip, swollen from the fisting and abuse. Pussy secretions and sweat are running down her leg.
“Find anything”? Sol asks.
“Nothing yet”, I say with a smile.
Sol holds the keys up to her face and shakes them again. Pigeon looks on in confusion and pain.
“Alright, my turn” Sol says. And with that, he puts on an elbow length rubber glove. Sol moves into Pigeon’s field of view and snaps the thick rubber exam glove onto his hands. Sol moves behind the girl and kneels down to address the situation. He extends his index finger and jams it straight into her anus. Pigeon comes alive and starts to struggle and free herself shaking her cuffs and manacles uselessly.
“Looks like she figured out what’s next”, Sol laughed. Sol reamed her anus out with his finger for a minute.
“Nothing yet, need lube though”. Sol remarked. Not so much for any ones comfort but a dry fisting was difficult work and led to tell tale evidence, like blood trails.
Sol went to the cabinet on the wall and drew “Exam Lubricant” from the stores. In truth, I had brought a jar of vaseline from home. Sol opened the jar and started to coat his gloved hand with the vaseline. The smell alereted Pigeon to what was going on and she arched herself over to see what was happening. Once she caught sight of Sol greasing up his hand and arm, she started writhing and trying to break free again.
“Enough !” Sol said. and plopped himself down behind her.
Sol positioned 4 fingers at her anal entrance and applied pressure into her butt. Pigeon groaned through her nose and resisted as much as she could. Sol just kept his 4 finger assault in place and applied steady pressure.
“You gonna need a hand ?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind” Sol replied.
I stood next to her facing Sol reached over her with one arm to steady her and grabbing both of her ass cheeks with my hands, pried them open. This allowed better access for Sol and a better view for us both. I enjoyed the feeling of manhandling her ass. Firm but soft. I massaged her butt for my pleasure. I could see Sol’s fingers about halfway into her butt and working his way deeper as the lube worked itself into a lather and coated her well. Sol’s approach was straight forward, he had his thumb tucked in and as he would go deeper, all of his fingers and eventually his whole hand would be inside Pigeon’s ass.
Sol continued his work and after a few minutes of concentrated effort and sweat on his part he had most of his hand in her ass. Just as he was at the threshold, Pigeon started resisting again and fighting my grip on her and the assault on her rectum.
“Take a look”. I told Sol, and with that he withdrew his tired arm from her butt. What we saw was a nicely gaped asshole worthy of any good porno flick. Several small tears were surrounding her opening and minute amounts of blood had collected at them. This is common with internal exams of this type, couldn’t be helped.
“Try more lube” I suggested. And Sol was stabbing his hand into the jar of vaseline again. Back to work. Sol balled his fist up and placed it against Pigeon’s anus. Sol started twisting and screwing his hand in place and applying pressure into her rectum. No more subtle tactics. Sol wasn’t going to start a finger at a time, he was going to drive his fist right into her ass.
Pigeon resisted again as she felt the knuckles from Sol’s big fist start to rub her already sore anus. Sol applied pressure from his arm and shoulder and popped his fist just into her rectum. Pigeon went bat-shit-crazy and danced around manacled and cuffed as she was. She snorted in pain and disgust in between breathing.
“Whew”, Sol exclaimed, “This is like hard work”.
With that I continued to massage and squeeze her butt cheeks and Sol drove his fist into Pigeon’s ass incrementally. Deeper was the goal, until he hit bottom. As the lube from his gloved hand made its way deeper up into Pigeons rectum and colon and as the muscles relaxed with the forceful assault, Sol’s hand, then arm disappeared deeper in to her ass.
Pigeon’s head was hanging limp as her sweat matted hair covered her face and head. She had given up and submitted to the pain of her rectum stretched to the limit with a balled up fist forced up into it.
“I’m there” Sol said. Meaning he had hit bottom, where her rectum points left and turns into the colon.
“Ready” I replied, and with that landed a haymaker into Pigeon’s gut.
“Whoa, Felt It ! Sol said. With that Pigeon was aware and fighting again, this time just to catch her breath. I dropped the key I had palmed onto the steel table in front of her. She starred incredously at the key beleiving it had come from deep within her bowels.
Sol pulled his arm out of her rectum and inserted a few cotton balls to stop her up temporarily. Her asshole was ragged and almost prolapsed. It stood out like a set of anal pussy lips would. We stood up and let her arm restraint loose and turned her to face us. She was crying and beet-red in the face. We gave her the “your guilty” stare and she wouldn’t meet our eyes. Just then the over head speaker broke news about Pigeon’s plane being next to complete boarding and taxi. We had to finish and boot her quickly.
I held the key up to her face and yelled “where did you get this” ? on and on, nothing made sense, but it didn’t matter, she couldn’t understand a damn thing we were doing anyway. The best part was, she thought she had done some terrible crime of terror by carrying the key. She’d never complain about this once she was let go.
We wiped her down with wet soapy cloths, made her get dressed (except for her panties) and issued a stern warning. Sol gestured a “Shhh” with his finger to his lips. We then showed her the exit door the would lead her to the boarding ramp and escorted her to it. She left, trying to compose herself and walked down the ramp to board.
Walking back, one of our compatriots met us and asked if we had fun with the nun.
“What ?” I asked.
“Yeah, you guys cornered and interrogated a nun from Portugal”. He said.
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It was the middle of December, three days before the college broke for Christmas. The days had become really short, and if you lived in the middle of a concrete forest like I did, really cold. I was in second year then, having given the end semester examinations, and trying to enjoy the few days that remained before we all headed off for our homes. But one can only enjoy as much with an empty hostel, most of my mates having departed already inspite of the fact that college was still on. Not so for me, my parents would mail me the e-ticket right on the day the college closed.
Cursing my luck, I sat in the large hall, all mine now, the only remaining guy spending his time with his girlfriend in some secret location. I didn’t have a girlfriend back then, and sitting in the empty hall made me wonder if I should have tried harder to get one. And coupled with the cold, it made me feel horny as hell. As if to mock my predicament, a gaggle of girls (it’s geese I know, anyway) passed on the road outside the hostel, towards the college. I didn’t recognize them, and would have ignored them but for the fact that my nose chose to assert itself at that very moment. The resultant explosion drew their attention, and on inquiring, found me hastily wiping my nose. This caused them to erupt in fresh laughter,and they went on their way.”Bitches” I thought to myself, my mind conjuring up images of the girls naked on their backs, being fucked hard by my…..
The clock told me another hour had been deleted from my lonely existence. I was still sitting with a running nose, as alone as before. To make matters worse, I discovered that I was now sneezing at short intervals,and headed off to the medicine closet to get something. This done, I headed back to my room to freshen up, deal with the copious phlegm and decide what I’d do for the rest of the day. This took me another hour, for the sneezes proved to be too resilient for one tablet to work. WHen I was finally done, I decided, against better sense, to head to the college and see if anyone was around.
Informing the warden, I set off towards the almost desolate college, looking boring and somewhat haunted in the fading daylight. To add to this mysterious dimension was the presence of a single bike in the parking lot, the concrete expanse showing no other signs of recent use. More surprisingly, it was a girl’s bike, all pink and lavender, with a basket up front. Wondering which girl could be spending her time so fruitlessly (even the library had closed by now), I headed in, past the foreboding gate and the equally suspicious glance of the gatekeeper, into the main building.
Now our college was built in the 50s, when colonial architecture had gone out of fashion but artistic sense had not yet taken its place in the minds of architects. The result was a Soviet-style block of concrete that had narrow slits for windows, more for use as nesting places for birds than as inlets for light, let alone warmth. In my two years here. I had come to know the structure and its interior by heart, though each passage was as boring as the previous and the next, each staircase as dark and steep as the one in the next wing, and so on. I also knew that the staff would have headed off home or to the staff canteen by now, leaving the behemoth to brood by itself.
Passing through the lower part of the building, I decided to head towards the field, hoping to find someone, or at least something to do. The moment I stepped onto the grass, however, my body told me it was the wrong choice. Not only was I clad in simple sandals which left my feet at the cold mercy of tall dewy grass, but the vast expanse created a sort of Gobi desert where wind freely smashed into you, as if asking why you had dared to come at this hour. Add to it the totally empty field, and the college was starting to feel positively spooky.
I crossed the field double pace, my feet thoroughly drenched and my nose starting to protest again. So I was greatly relieved to replace the windy cold for the stony cold of the passages that opened onto the field. Fishing out my phone , I discovered the time to be around four, yet the place looked like something out of a medieval haunted castle. Finding the stony cold to be little better when it came to cheering one up, I picked up pace, deciding to head back home rather than humour the spirits that were surely wondering what this human was up to.
The pillars beside me began to whizz past as I covered the long passage. Reaching its end, I decided against taking a short cut through the building, instead going round, taking a sharp corner as I continued my lonely sojourn. I was walking so fast that my sandals were protesting, my breath coming in ragged gasps, all to keep my body warm. I was walking so fast,that I almost missed her.
I decelerated at a rapid pace, coming to stop two pillars ahead of where she half sat half against the pillar. Retracing my steps till I was standing a yard away, I realized she must be one of the freshers,for I could not recognize her. And if the chemistry textbook on her lap was any indication, she was not of my department either (I was in commerce).
For a brief while I stood there, wondering if the girl was at all alive, it being inconceivable that someone could sleep with the wind as it was. Evidently she was alive, for her chest rose and fell gently. Wondering whether I should wake her or not, I realized that there was about half an hour till the gate was locked, and she would likely have to spend the night here. Bending down beside her, I gently cleared my throat, making an odd sound as the cold had reached my throat. She didn’t respond, her features the same as before, her hair gently flying in the wind. I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped as an opportunity came to my mind.
I had no girlfriend, and it had been quite a while since I had felt a girl’s touch, or to be more precise, squeezed any tits. This one had a nice pair, the contours, inspite of being dulled by triple layers of bra, blouse and sweater, telling me that she must atleast be a C cup. Forgetting the deadlline completely, I watched mesmerized as the bulge on her chest rose and fell with her breathing, standing out at all times against her flat stomach and narrow waist, partly obscured by the book.
This sight was, even before I realized it, giving me a hard-on, and I couldn’t help but lean closer, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against my face, her black hair caressing my face, even as she slept in blissful ignorance. Inspite of this proximity to her face however, I found nothing very attractive about her bespectacled, slightly freckled face, my attention shifting again to her tits, which were now barely inches from my hungry hands. For a moment I held myself, my common sense stopping me from sinking my fingers into the soft bulge before me. If she woke, it would probably be the end of my studies here. On the other hand, if the wind didn’t wake her….
My index finger soon rested on her stomach, poking her gently. No response. I placed the same finger on her tits, taking care to balance myself lest I slip and fall on her. In this position I was at almost no risk, but I couldn’t feel anything either. Keeping an eye on her closed eyelids and making sure she was breathing as peacefully as before, I gradually placed two, three and then five fingers on the left side of her breasts, not daring to apply any pressure. Yet the very image of my hand resting squarely on her chest made me hard, making me throw caution to the winds as I went for more.
Shifting again while taking care not to press down, I was soon on top of her legs, both my hands placed on the tits, resting lightly but firmly on the heavily clothed mounds. I began to spread my fingers till they had encompassed her chest, touching each other, like two spiders getting ready to wrap round their prey. Still she showed no sign of waking, and I gathered the courage, aided by a nose that threatened to take the road of high morality should I waste too much time. Ensuring that my palms were at the base of her tits, I began to squeeze.
The tits had felt firm under my grasp, like heavy rubbery globes that were just meant to be mauled. My manhood pushing against my jeans, I squeezed harder, pushing my fingers deeper into her chest, eager to take in as much of the soft flesh as possible into my palm. Though the sweater proved to be an impediment, I soon found myself squeezing them as much as possible, loving the way the bouncy tits filled my hands and resisted my fingers as they invaded it. Suddenly I was aware of two eyes staring at me, then a shrill scream.
Hands were pushing against me, scratching me, desperate to get me off her. Her legs were kicking mine,. pushing me off balance and on top of her. I landed with softly on her, temporarily knocking the breath out of her. Ironically my landing was softened by the very tits she was trying to defend, trapping her and my hands underneath us. I freed mine first, pressing my hand against her mouth as my other tried to fend off her now free arms. This forced my to press further, allowing her to bite my fingers. In the position, I had no other option but to allow her hands to scratch and punch me, my free arm trying to free the other.
As I freed my hand however, she screamed again, making me realize that she needed to be silenced for good. Clambering up on her somehow (which incidentally pressed my knee into her rib cage) I landed a hard punch on the part of her torso available,followed by two on her heaving tits. I had no time to admire them , however, as she screamed a third time. Two slaps and another punch later though, she saw sense in closing her pouty lips. Silence descended again on the campus, with no sign of the watchman, yet. I clasped my hand on her face again. She couldn’t bite me this time, nor was she willing to take any more punches, instead she looked at me with the angriest expression she could muster.
Yet as one danger passed,another appeared : the sounds of the watchman’s stick could be heard in the distance. I realized that there was no time to reason with her,. and she must be hidden quickly. Letting her face go, I grabbed her long hair in my left arm, holding onto it while I got up with the other. She found herself dragged up by her hair, yelping and crying but not screaming. Relieved that she’d not yet heard the footsteps, I made her pick up her book, then dragged her to the nearest classroom. Locked. Damn the steps were getting nearer, and she heard them too. I saw her prepare to scream, and punched her again. Dragging her to the next room before she could recover, I found it unlocked,and thanking providence, threw her inside, closing the door just as the watchman entered the corridor we had been in.
My heart was in my mouth, as I pressed the girl against the wall of the dark room, replacing the hold of her hair with a hold on her mouth, the other hand keeping her hands at bay. The sounds got nearer, and it was all I could do to keep her from pushing me away and running. Closer and closer, as I prayed that he would not enter the room. She kicked me, and almost lost balance. I punched her again, as the man passed outside the door and moved on. Another punch quietened her, and i heaved a sigh of relief as the sounds became fainter. Relieved I collapsed against her, my mouth naturally coming close to hers. Before she could scream, my lips were on hers.
Shocked, she opened her mouth, allowing my tongue to dart inside, exploring her reluctant tongue in the warmth of her mouth. Her hands tried to push me away, as her teeth clamped down, making me howl in pain. Guessing the position, I swung my hand, colliding with something soft, feeling my tongue jerk in her mouth, even something warm touched my cheek and trickled down . My tongue was released, and it trapped hers, forcing it to play, her taste organ unable to prevent me from running all over it, then taste her cheeks and teeth, all the while she passively allowing the invasion of her mouth.
Meanwhile my hands had, almost on their own,sought out her tits, and soon placed themselves on the bulge, which was aided by her efforts to get me off her chest. She responded to this new outrage by intensifying her thrust on my hands, pulling and scratching them as they held her tits captive. I was finding it hard to hold onto her mouth as she tried to say something, shaking her head. The watchman having long gone, I took the luxury of letting her mouth go, and was relieved to find only weak protests come out of her oral cavity.
Yet the focus was now squarely on her tits, one hand mauling the mounds, squeezing as deep as the position would allow, the other starting to raise her sweater. The second task proved harder, and I pushed my hand inside it. I was greeted by warm flesh, which I intentionally pinched and scraped, making her whimper and squirm between me and the wall. Presently I came to an expanse of cotton, my hand hitting an obstruction on its way up. Readjusting my hand, I pushed between bra and blouse/sweater, and was rewarded with a big mound that I cupped in my eager hand. As she had shifted to scratching the hand that had penetrated her cotton defences, I used my free hand to hold her against the wall, giving me more room to maul her boob.
Using this extra room to poke her ribs with my knuckle, I proceeded to pull down the cotton cup, replacing soft cotton for softer flesh. More arousingly still, something hard and rubbery poked my fingers, making me imprison it between my thumb and forefinger, and give it a hard twist. She let out a squeal, her legs trembling under me as her struggles stopped and renewed with greater vigor, A harder twist, and she now shifted from begging me to let her go to letting go of her nipple.
Using the opportunity given by her weakened resistance, I grabbed her sweater and yanked it up, pushing up her blouse along with it. When it was held back by her armpits, I navigated my free hand to her other tit, yanking the bra down and exposing (though I could not see them) the tits in all their glory. Before she could protest, her nipples registered theirs by becoming hard, each half an inch long, and from what I could feel, quite puffy. I welcomed this by latching onto both with my fingers, pulling and twisting them as she pushed against me. This was followed by pulling the nips upwards, forcing them to take the weight of the heavy tits. Releasing one, I gently cupped the underside of the still imprisoned other boob, squeezing it softly, loving the soft underside of her tit.
Risking further scratching, I let go of her nipple, bending down instead. Using my nose to find her tit, I took in one nipple, sucking the soft nub, almost willing it to produce milk. Instead it produced sobs and whimpers from her, though the hand in my hair wasn’t pulling too hard. Wrapping my arms round her naked abdomen, I continued sucking her, alternating it with flicks with my tongue. The softer ministrations began to change the tenor of her voice, making it heavier and replacing the yelps with moans. The hand in my hair was actually stroking it now, pressing my head against her chest, wanting me to continue sucking her like a child.
I obliged, shifting from one tit to another, now sucking , now biting the soft tit, now forcing her tit into my mouth using my hand. She was pressing against me now, all pretense of resistance gone. Her tits were wet with my saliva, but she didn’t want me to stop,protesting when I did. Heedless of her protests, I kissed her again, full on the lips, and was surprised to find her kissing back, her arms holding onto my shoulders, her wet torso pressing against my chest, her body, invisible in the darkness, nevertheless expressing its desire to be taken.
My hands shifted to her jeans, pulling the belt till it was out of the way, before undoing the button and dragging down her jeans. She realized the progress I’d made only when th cold air touched her thighs, my fingers kneading the soft expanse of flesh. She pulled away from my lips, begging me not to fuck her. “Why not ? You want me, don’t you?” I asked, getting only silence in response. Yet when I resumed the tugging, she spoke in a soft voice “I’m a virgin.” Really ? I asked in my mind. Today was my lucky day!
Evidently she didn’t share my feelings, for she began pleading harder as I continued to pull them down, reaching her ankles soon. All she had on were her panties now. “Please, don’t take my virginity.”
“How will you stop me?” I taunted her, pushing one finger into her crotch, feeling the warm wetness of her vagina. Coating my finger in the soft wetness, using the liquid coating my finger as proof of her willingness, thrusting it against her nose. She remained silent. I pushed it into her mouth, and she reluctantly licked it, her tongue lapping up her own juices. But again she said “Please….” I could tell she was looking at me beseechingly, but the benefit of not being able to look into them allowed me to ignore her promises of not telling anybody if I let her go now. I replaced my finger at the warm wet crotch, poking it , loving the softness of her vulva.
In a flash, her panties were bunched round her thighs, and her bush,with the vagina concealed within, was exposed. I probed deeper, ignoring her pleas and occassional push, till I found her wet hole, parting the outer lips as I soaked in the wetness. She was sobbing quietly now,but I knew she would become aroused again if I started fucking her. Yet the position was too dificult, and we were too close to the door, so I decided to shift her.
She probably read it as a sign of my backing off, for I heard her heave sigh of relief. Taking a hold of her hand, I used the other to feel along the wall till I found the switchboard,and turning on switches at random, I waited as the tubelight flickered to light, showing me my victim for the first time in the room. She was in a mess, chunks of paint enmeshed in her hair, her top pulled up untidily and her fair skin exposed from tit to pussy and beyond. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were glistening, but I could also make out the damp spot in her panties , which was embarassing her.
My dick was getting as hard as obsidian in my pants, so I decided to free it. Her mouth opened in an O when she saw the size of it – 9 inches and a good deal thick. Truth be told I had never had sex with a girl before, having only been sucked once. Now I wanted a similar, if not better, performance from her. Advancing upon her, I grabbed her hair and, instead of the pull towards me that she expected, I pushed her to her knees, her poor bones hitting the floor with a thud. Now positioned before me with her eyes staring at me with a mixture of bafflement and fear, I ensured she was looking at my dick instead by holding it directly above her head. Moving further, I placed the dick directly above her head, taking out my phone and clicking a picture before she could object. Next I lowered my cock a little, using the long shaft to poke her in the o t face, clicking away at her intense discomfiture.
But my hormones were by now too high for me to continue clicking her, and I proceeded to fucking her. Brushing her hands away, I made it clear to her that she would be face fucked whether she liked it or not, which, if done well,I might consider as enough for the night. The stupid cunt believed me, allowing me to place the tip of my prick in her waiting mouth. I had loved her tongue on mine, but tongue on cock took it to an entirely different level. As her fleshy organ now began to lick the tip of my dick, I the tingling wet sensations spreading from the tip to my whole organ, heightening my pleasure. More pressure on her hair encouraged her to innovate, and she began to lick up and down my shaft, gently pulling the skin of my sacks into her mouth, before licking my balls and returning to my dick. If I had had only the sight of her pleasuring me, it would have sufficed, but the feeling of her tongue and lips on my dick was awesome beyond description.
She now shifted to the tip again, her lips wrapping like a red band round the tip, blowing hot breath onto my cock at short intervals. Gradually she took more and more of it into her oral hole, engulfing my dick in a warm wet orifice. Yet she stopped round half my dick, considering it impossible to go further. Frustrated, I grabbed to handfuls of her hair, pulling her head into my pubic hair, causing her tear stained eyes to widen in horror, depositing the tears I had spilled from her eyes, in my groin. I held her there for a few seconds but it must have seemed like an eternity to her. Had it not been for the fact that she was choking, I would have kept her in the position for much longer, In the event, I pulled out sufficiently to allow her to gulp in air,before pushing in again, face fucking her hard. From the tightness of her orifice, I could tell that I was penetrating deep into her throat, her gagging only increasing my pleasure.
I realized that if I continued to fuck her this way, I would cum in her throat. Unfortunately for her, I wanted to take her cherry, cumming in the hole that mattered. So I pulled out with great reluctance, allowing her to gulp in air as I backed off slightly, still admiring the saliva on my dick.
Yet when I showed no signs of letting her go, she began to plead again.
Checking to make sure the door was securely locked, I advanced upon her, too far gone to bother about her mumbling entreaties, which turned to screams when I grabbed her waist, pushing her onto the nearest bench. She prompty sat up, trying to get off the cold wood, trying to kick me away. Unfortunately for her, one of the kicks landed on my balls, giving her a momentary advantage, but earning her two hard slaps which knocked her back onto the bench. Grabbing her legs, I made short work of her panties (her jeans had fallen off), and pulled her legs wide apart, forcing her to face the reality that she would be raped. “You might as well enjoy it. ” I whispered to her. pressing in the point.
Predictably, this brought forth another volley of pleas and kicks, the latter no longer effective as I was standing inches from her exposed honeypot. As for her pleas, they got louder and shriller as I poked her pussy with my dick, my dick fully hard thanks to her effort. If she had asked me to be gentle with her , I might have complied, but she kept up her “virgin” banter, interspersed by the sobs which served as a visual aphrodisiac for my cock.
She was trying to get up again, and this time I didn’t stop her. Instead, I grabbed her arms, pulling her towards me, till she was sitting on the desk, her tear stained face filling my vision. Holding her with one hand, I pushed the other between the folds of her pussy, feeling for her clit. This made her plead some more, but I could tell she was getting aroused again, her pleas becoming shorter and huskier. Encouraged, I changed the angle of my hand, while the other positioned her legs round my waist. Discovering her clit, I gently touched it, making her jump, yet become wetter still. Her eyes were closed now, allowing me to concentrate on rubbing her hole as imaginatively as I could, pushing as many as four fingers into the sopping lips, but taking care to stay away from her maidenhead.
The effort gave fruit soon, her mouth now opening only to emit moans of increasing intensity, her arms holding onto my shoulders for support as she again found herself at the mercy of her sexual nature. Yet I could not go on like this forever, especially when my dick suddenly touched her thighs, causing me to almost cum in excitement. Removing my hand, I replaced it with my hand, poking gently at her hole. Yet she made no complaint now, her eyes closed still. I could wait no more, reaction or no reaction. I applied more pressure, forcing my dick just inside her folds, then deeper still, till I reached a block. Her cherry.
Her eyes snapped open, her face showing confusion as her mind fought between continuing the pleasurable experience and protecting her virginity. I enjoyed it, her mouth expressing confused words even as her pussy was fully prepared to take me in. Finally I saw the confusion clear. In a small voice, she said, “Please don’t.” I slammed in.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of slamming into a virgin, an aroused virgin yet a scared virgin. As I filled her completely, her hole wrapped me like a tight glove, almost squeezing me as it tried to accommodate a man for the first time. Her eyes, wide in shock, only egged me on as I pushed in all the way to my balls, replacing the cold air for the warmth of a shocked female.
I held there for what seemed like eternity, my body and mind in pure bliss, savouring the sensations that moved from my groin to fill my senses, even as her eyes looked away, a tear trickling down the fair cheek to enter her mouth. As the second tear began to make its way down, I pulled out, holding it outside for a moment. There was blood on my dick, her virginal blood attesting to my conquest of her cunt. Loving the feeling, I slammed back in, causing her to jerk,her tits bouncing against my chest.
Out, and back in again. I picked up my pace, forcefully kissing the girl,mashing her lips against mine as her tits were against my chest, her pussy walls against my dick. She had no option but to hold onto me, as my violent thrusts became faster and faster, till I was fucking her in a frenzy, our bodies slapping against each other, her mouth letting out grunts of pain and pleasure. But for me it was only blissful incomparable pleasure, my mind loving the dual sensations of having taken a girl’s virginity and the more current one of fucking the shit out of her,
Grabbing her thighs, I pulled her closer, her warm presence becoming almost one with me as we mated in the empty room. She was bearing the brunt of it all, from the cold of the wood to the force of my thrusts, yet I could tell she was getting more and more aroused. The tears had continued to flow, but the crestfallen look had given way to a lustful one, her eyes betraying a desire she’d kept locked up like a good girl, till it was forced out of her, Now she surrendered completely to it, the legs round my waist gripping me with a force more than what was necessary, her lips kissing me with a hunger of their own, her eyes begging me to continue my violation. As I approached orgasm, she actually began to meet my thrusts with some of her own, her arms, now supporting her body, assisting in this expression of desire,
I was rapidly approaching my orgasm now. Her toes were pressed against my butt, pushing me up towards her; her lovely head was throwing itself back in loud moans, before coming up to meet my lips again. As I held her slender torso, she pressed harder against me, her arms pushing her towards my invading pole. My lips were moving all over her upper torso now, kissing sucking licking and biting away at her neck, chest and breasts as she moaned more frequently, her sounds of pleasure eclipsing the sounds of our slapping bodies.
Yet I could hold no more,. Pressing her hard against me, I pushed in as far as my dick would go, burying my face in her neck as I came hard, emptying load upon load of warm jizz into her once virgin cunt. She didn’t resist, but took it all in, trying to bring herself to orgasm. I dimly noted her letting out a moan that was almost a scream, her hips banging hard against mine, her juices overflowing her pussy, lost as I was in the warm afterglow of my own orgasm, loving the tight velvet like warmth of her most precious place. Exhausted, I pressed my body against her, as her arms began to buckle then collapse. We landed hard on the bench, our my arms still underneath her, her legs still wrapped around mine, our tired bodies relaxing after an exhilarating experience. Unable to resist, I closed my eyes, falling asleep on top of her.
I awoke to a gentle nudging from my victim and lover, her eyes looking at me with an alarm which made me realize that I wasn’t in my wedding bed, but on a cold bench in the deserted college. To make matters worse, sounds of the watchman were returning towards the door, marking the second of his three nightly circuits of the college. And it seemed he had noticed the light. Getting up quickly,my heart in my mouth, I fled to a corner, hiding behind some unused desks piled together. She wasn’t so fast, and after dressing quickly, had the unpleasant job of opening the door. I spent tense moment as I saw her talk with the invisible watchman, her voice so low as to be unintelligible from my corner. For some reason, she failed to persuade him not to enter, and he pushed past her, in the process pushing her against a wall.
It took my slow brain another minute to realize she was pleading, and another before I realized she would have to give the second blow job of the night. I held my breath till I saw him lower his pants, her face appearing between his legs. Sneaking out softly, I took the bunch of keys, marveling at the watchman’s lust, which prevented him from ascertaining where I was,and which now prevented him from noticing me passing inches from him. I made good my escape through the side door, leaving the keys there. As I departed, I heard a faint female scream. Poor girl, it would be a long night for her indeed.
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With tears,welling in her eyes.It dawned on Tina,that she,did’nt hate her mother.She actually loathed her intensely!
“No,Tina!Under no circumstances are you going to that party tonight.That Stacey girl,is a harlo:t.She dresses like the whore of Babylon.Her parents,don’t attend church……Lord have MERCY!
It did’nt matter to her mother that both her and Stacey were still virgins at sixteen.Or that Stacey’s parents were really sweet,good people.Or for that matter that her and Stacey were best friends and everybody was going to be at the fucking party except her!
The woman,was a Bible punching nut.Tina,knew what was coming next.Numerous,lengthy and boring quotes from the bible.She,had heard it all before.Tina,got a tub of chocolate mousse from the refrigerator and stomped off upstairs.Behind her,she heard the zealot,”It says in the GOOD book,in Matthew,verse…….”
”Oh,fuck off!”Tina thought loudly.
Tina,loved her room it was her escape hatch.Full of all the little nik naks she collected.Rufus the family’s elderly German shepherd,was lying outside her door.He looked up at Tina with those big sorrowful eyes.”Ok,boy come on in!Just us buddies to watch TV on a Friday night,hey!”
Tina,flopped down on her bed,kicking off her Reebok’s.Her Dad,he was her stepdad actually,her real dad had died when she was two,worked late all the time recently.She wouldn’t be surprised if he had someone on the side.The bitch downstairs appeared to be a Polar ice queen!He was a sweet guy and she loved him.Up against her mom though,he was spineless and henpecked.
He had given her,his credit card two weeks back to buy herself some clothes.The crap,her mother bought her,belonged in the last century.She ruffled under the bed and pulled out two bags.Up on her feet she took off her, jeans.Pulling,her T over her head.She took the Florence Nightingale,like underwear her mother insisted on buying her and dumped it in the small bin.Studying herself,in the mirror.Tina knew she was a hoty!Long, athletic legs [She was on the 1st track team].Tight,taut tummy,perky medium sized bust and a beautiful face.Green eyed, with cute freckles on her nose and cheeks.Her dark hair was styled in a short bob.
Rufus,looked at her appraisingly.”Hey Rufus.you like what you see,kid!” she asked sweetly.”How sad” she spoke loudly,”I got to entertain my dog.Man,life can be a bitch!”Rufus,was lucky tonight, normally she,did’nt let him in her room.Tina,looked down at her pubes.A tuft of downy pubic hair above her shaven vagina.She had just finished her period yesterday and always got a bit horny around this time of the month.Tina,squeezed one of her breasts and with her other hand rubbed her clitoris.”Mmmmmmm” she murmured.She,took one of the lacy black bra’s she had bought and put it on.She looked really sexy in it!She shuffled her feet wide apart and started gyrating her hips.She placed her middle finger back on her clit.Toying with it clockwise then anticlockwise.”Ooooooh that’s darn good!”Starting to simmer with lust a strange thought came to her.In the reflection of the mirror,she saw the tub of chocolate mousse on her nightstand and Rufus sitting on the floor watching her.She giggled…..”Nawh,Tina.That’s freaky man!” she thought.
A sheepish,look on her face.Tina manouvered her lithe young body.She was flat on her back.Her butt,right on the edge of the bed.Legs spread,vulva, gapping and exposed.Buck naked,she had taken off the bra and her bobby socks.She hadn’t bathed yet and she could smell her own sweat and BO.The pussy smell on her fingers was strong and musky.She dipped her fingers into the choc mousse and spread it on her beaver.She was concentrating on getting a second helping to entice him with. When he suddenly drew up to her and stuck his muzzle between her legs.His snout was cold and moist and it touched,flush against her anus as he took in her scent.Tina nearly hit the roof!”Shit!Owwww,aah huh,that’s good”she urged him on as her ass and pussy quivered.His first lick was wet and the sensation it gave,made her arch,her back and thrust her hips.Even her long pointy toes curled,involuntarily.”Yeeeeaaahhhh!Ohhhh… that’s just the best!”
He was chowing her vagina.From anus to clitty.Licking,sucking and probeing.It was bliss.Tina was loving every minute of it.She opened her legs wider for him to get at her.Tina became a sweaty,heated,twitching,moaning……. slave,to his rough tongue!
Tina,knew how dogs did it.She had never heard of bestiality in her life but some primal,almost animalistic lust overcame her.She got down on the floor,on all fours,raising her butt provocatively.She did’nt care that she was a virgin.In fact she did’nt give a ratsass!She had such an urge to be humped that it felt like it was chokeing her.
Tina,actually had no idea it was possible for a canine to mount and copulate with a human but driven by waves of want for a hot man.She was going to fucking try.Rufus was old and a veteran of having a leg over,although till now that had been limited to dog bitches.
Rufus could smell his young mistress’s tangy fuck organ,it was sweaty and sooo on heat.He knew what she wanted and mounted up.His forlegs were on her steely little buttocks.He worked his body into position. Holding his mate tightly by the hips.His aged but still strong withers,taking a firm hold.Tina was dripping.She was masturbating crazily,working her cunt.”Geeez,oh fuck.I’m sooooo hot.Oh this is nasty.Can ya?Can ya?Huh?Can ya do me boy?Pleaaaaaase,DO me!!!”
Tina,was gobsmacked by her own reactions and overwhelming desire.She did’nt get a chance to think about what she was doing because Rufus,with his pinkish purple,heavily veined and throbing doggycock was searching with his wild thrusts between her legs to bury his wick.He found her pleasure dome and his cone forced open her vulva.Tina, froze as he runted into her,his dick finding the resistance of her hymen a tough nut to crack.
He slowed down.Clenching on to his bitch and panting heavily.He was an old boy and this human bitch was young and wanting.
“Wait,boy!Let me help ya!”Tina reached under her,brushing her drenched hood.His cock,was very sensitive to her touch.Rufus,shuddered violently as she wrapped two fingers around his warm pulsing doggydick.She held it gently and thrust her ass back.Inside her,she felt his dick mesh against the inner skin.Her hymen first tore and then was ripped apart by his member.
His,cock no longer obstructed but easing deeper,Rufus became animated. Beating at her pussy.Throwing his weight against her ass.She felt his hanging testicals hammer against her buttocks.He was buried deep in her,up near her uterus.Tina was crawling with the dog shuffling,connected behind her!She was sweating heavily,perspiration,dripping from her brow onto the carpet.Her tits wobbled with the dogs humping.Tina felt her orgasm rush her and croaked”Oh Fuck!You making me fucking cum!!Oooohhhhh!”They came together.Rufus,suddenly spasmed alarmingly.His withers,rippling with muscle.The dog actually climbed Tina’s butt.Digging his nails in her flesh,causing angry red welts.Tina felt him draining his balls like a hose deep inside her body.
Rufus lay on his side,licking his frothy balls and cock.His jism was leaking out of Tina onto the carpet!”Fuck Rufus!Ya cum alot!”.She reached for her T and stuffed it between her legs to soak up their secretions.”Out boy!Scram!”
Tina’s,world came crashing down around her on Sunday morning,a week later.Her mom,was gone to some Evangelical Crusade and would only be back on Tuesday.”These days, are reserved,for the Lord!” She had told them last night.Days of hot gossip more like it for ‘holier than thou’ Tina thought.She only got up at 11:15.She had been smsing her friends till around 2 in the morning.Wearing a tight new tank top,boxers and bobby socks she went to the kitchen to get some breakfast.
”Hi baby!How you this morning?”Tina squinted her sleepy eyes,her stepdad,Robert was sitting in the livingroom.”Cool,Dad and ya?”she asked sweetly,pouring her cereal into a bowl.”Oh,never been better,babes!”.He said it with a strange tone and Tina,looked up at him.He had a wide grin on his face and his eyes looked dark.”Ya, look like da kitty kat who got all da milk,Dad!”she said in a cute looney tunes like voice.”Oh,I sure did honeybunch.”He picked up the phone and dialed.Tina raised her eyebrows when she heard his short abrupt conversation.”Yeah, she’s awake!Hurry up I’m waiting.”
“Who was that,Dad?” she asked questioningly.”Patrick,his coming over for a couple of beers.”.No something was really fucked up here.Tina thought.Beer!Her mother would have a apocalyptic stroke.She said nothing and finished her juice.
“Dad!Im gonna get dressed and go to Stacey’s,for abit,ok?”
“No Tina,baby.You gonna take everything off and bend over for,Daddy!”
Tina,froze in midstride,she felt the blood drain from her body.”Huh?what ya say?”she stammered.He looked at her picking up the universal remote.”You heard me loud and clear,little angel!”He hit play and the TV came to life.Tina heard her voice before she actually saw herself.She,was groaning,on all fours.The picture was crystal clear.Rufus was fucking her,the sound of his panting loud.
Tina went weak at the knees and she stumbled.Tears,brimmed in her eyes.”Oh,Daddy!Where did ya get that?” she sighed.Robert smiled,a tear ran down her cheek.She sounded utterly devastated.Robert felt a shudder of anticipation run through him.His groin stirred.She could never imagine how much he was going to enjoy humiliating her.
“Why,would you do this,Daddy?!” The tears were now a steady stream.The TV was blaring out her lusty yells as the dog nailed her.He switched the volume down.”Tina!I’ve got the tape.I hold the cards.You got nothing.All you can do is hope I’m merciful and that I don’t distribute it to everyone you know.Strip down,baby,dont make this harder for yourself!”
Tina’s hand,was over her mouth,sobing from the heart.She felt so crushed!”I love ya Daddy.Please don’t do this to us.Please!Please!”
Patrick,burst into the room.He was grossly overweight and owned an electronic’s store in town.He saw the evidence playing and quickly summed up the situation.”Beautiful!Tina,a masterpiece!The most erotic coupling I have ever witnessed!I supplied the survelliance cam!”He said proudly!Tina had always despised him the guy was a perv!He plonked himself down on the sofa.He was sweating,profusely in the summer heat.He took off his thick lensed spectacles and wiped them down.Squinting between her and her Dad as if he were watching a tennis match.
“I’ve told you twice already,Tina! Take your fucking,clobber off.Do it now!”Tina stood defiantly,her arms crossed.”Shit you look beautiful when you pissed!Undress,Tina!Now!”Tina gave a heartwrenching deep sigh of defeat and pulled the tank top over her shoulders.She was’nt wearing a bra and the sight of her 16 yr old bossom had a marked effect on both men.Her,Dad took in a deep breath and groaned softly.His,tongue licked at his top lip.Patrick,gulped and started wringing his podgy fingers. ”I never seen anyone as gorgeous as you!You do things to me, I…..cant explain!”Tina eyed Patrick nervously.”Dont,worry angel,Patrick is just gonna watch.”
”The shorts,honey” she could hear the heavy lust in his voice.His eyes had narrowed and he had a sizeable bulge in his jeans.Tina,put her fingers in the waist of her shorts and stepped out of them. She was’nt wearing pantys and the sudden sight of her little twat,brought a groan of appreciation from both men.”Bobby socks.Take them off!I want to see your feet and toes,Darlin”Balancing,on one leg at a time.She pulled her white cotton socks off.It was very humid and Tina,felt,hot,sweaty and scared.
Her emotions were in turmoil.Did nobody love her?She wanted to plead with him to stop this madness but knew,there was no turning back.She would’nt give him the satisfaction of her begging.
Naked,as a new born babe.The pretty teenager,stood,glaring with attitude.Not knowing that her pout.Made her look even more desirable and highly fuckable.Patrick,was screwing her visually.His eyes seemed to be on stalks the way,they were poping out at her.
Fuck!She thought.He makes me ill.She returned his stare with hate filled eyes”Come here and bend over the sofa,so I can have a good look at ya!”she heard her stepfather croak.
Tina,stomped over and got down kneeling,per his instructions on the sofa.Her dad moved behind her,positioning her body.Her back to him,she felt his damp hands on her butt.He placed her like he wanted.Getting her to open her legs,alot wider so that her puss was exposed.Feet to the side.Her,tits squashed up against the top.
Robert,knelt down on one knee and licked her foot from the heel up to her toes.Pauseing,to take her big toe in his mouth,sucking and tasteing it real hard.When he withdrew it,it was soaked and dripping with his saliva.He mouthed her size 5 foot.Nibbleing,licking and biteing gently.Forcing her other toes in his mouth and suckling greedily.It was an unusual,yet funky feeling and Tina,tried to pull her little foot loose of his grasp.Her tiny foot struggling in his hand made him release a lusty and tormented moan.She could hear,Patrick wheezing as he watched them intently.Her Dad gave her other foot the same treatment.Pulling and cracking her long toes.
“Turn around for me,Tina” he rasped.She obeyed,sitting flat on her ass,face level with his groin.
”Undo,my pants,hun”With her,dainty nimble fingers,Tina did as he asked.She unfastened his belt buckle.The top button of his Levi’s was hard up against his stomach and it took her awhile to unloosen it.Once she got it loose the other three opened easily.She took her hands away and looked up at him.He was amass of pure desire.His face was red,eyes glazed and lips wet.
”Take my cock out,release it”She opened his jeans.His penis was rigid against his transparent white briefs.Up by his foreskin a wet circle had formed.She stuck her hand down the front of his briefs her knuckles brushing,against his thick mound of pubic hair.She encircled his shaft in her palm.He felt big and sweaty in her petite hand.She pulled the front of his briefs down freeing his organ.”Work it,Tina,jack it with your hand,put some spit on your palm”Tina spat into her hand and held his dick.This time,he released a long high-pitched groan of ecstacy.He could,finally do with Tina,as he pleased after years of lusting for her.
She was squeezing his girth and working him,fast.Noteing,how his foreskin moved back and forth over his knob.He felt like a red hot poker in her hand.He entwined his hands in her hair.”Stick,your tongue out!Lick the head”Tentatively,she stuck out her tongue and licked his crown with quickfire swipes of her tongue”Yeah,that’s it like a lollipop!Uhuh”She placed the tip against the underneath of his glans and licked in an upward motion.”Oh fuck,I can’t handle this,Come,up ya get on the sofa.I’m gonna do ya”
Tina positioned herself as before.Her pose drove him crazy.Gripping,his cock he moved against her petals and entered her.Already inundated with her spit and his sweat he drove into her easily and in one movement was buried to the hilt”He rode her viciously like a bronco!….”Hey,cooooool it” she gasped.No sooner had he entered her than he withdrew,ejaculating in heavy spurts all over her lower back and ass.He crumpled to the floor.Tina,looked over her shoulder at him and the warm jism sprayed over her body.He was bloodshot. His,chest heaving alarmingly.His erect cock,secreated a pearly drop of thick jism oozingly from it’s spout.
“Fuck me.I ain’t ever felt such a fine pussy.The bitch is hot!”Patrick, looked flabbergasted that it was already over.He had his puny dick in his hand,Tina noted.In her opinion the man was a maggot.The phone rang shrilly.Her Dad raced to get it,his deflating member bouncing in front of him.
“Helllo….Yeah!…Sure,its started.I already fucked the ho…”Tina felt a wave of disbelief and mounting terror grip her.She stared at him mouth agape!”Yeah,come join the orgy” he chortled loudly and Tina knew she was in deep shit.
The teens,back to him. Patrick had quickly undressed.He pounced on her.His hefty bodyweight knocked the breath out of her and Tina,gasped for air.Grasping the opportunity,Patrick stuck his fat but small dick into the conceited bitch.Tina felt the pig enter her and screamed with fury…”You fucking bastards.What is going on here?Help me……Help me…..Somebody!Help meeeee!”
Robert,dropped the phone and was beside her in four great strides.He grabbed her,mouth forcing her jaw apart.He,inserted a small ball into her,trap and wound box tape tightly around her head.Yanking her arms,he handcuffed her wrists as she bawled.Patrick,stabbed at her vagina with his member.The feel of the fat man violating her,made Tina illl.She screamed blue murder into her gag as he raped her.Patrick,felt the sweet power.And enjoyed her barely audiable ”No!OH NO!Noooot youuu!”
”Yeah,sorry,…fucking Patrick,he couldn’t control himself any longer…Ha,ha..Yip!His fucking her as we speak.You should see the bitches face!…When ya,arrive come through the garage.You got a remote….and bring the dogs”
Her father’s conversation, had terrified Tina,shitless and she peed on Patrick,hotly as he pumped into her.His ample buttocks,clapped loudly with his every heave.
“Patrick! You want to impregnate the bitch?Here use this,asshole!”Her father tossed him a can of spermicide.Patrick, withdrew and doused her pussy with it.It was cold against her flesh and the handcuffs were chafing her wrists.Remounting her the fatman,released his load in her canal with a mighty groan.The thought that he could make the beautiful teen pregnant helping to bring on his orgasm.He plonked himself in a chair a sweating,heaving mass.Expecting a sudden coronary.The sight of Tina’s facial expressions as the man had cum made Robert,rock hard again.Her face had twisted with horror,disgust and loathing.He grapped the struggling young women as she tried to kick out at him.He pressed her down on her tummy.Kicking her legs apart and dryassed, sodomised her.
Tina,turned crimson.The vein at her,temple stood out against the skin and pulsed.He was really hurting her!The pain was the most intense she had ever experienced.It flashed deep in her, innards where the bastard was rooted dickdeep.She had felt a searing pain as he invaded her anus.She was sure he had torn he r pink rosebud.
Robert,was sweating like a rapist as he buttfucked his ‘daughter’.Her backside was clamped around his pole.His sweat flew from him and covered her back in yellow droplets.His stepdaughter,writhed and squirmed from the pain he was bestowing on her.A small amount of blood was welled around his cock,where he abused her.
He was starting to tire,he must have been going at her,solidly for at least 10 minutes.Patrick,was urging him to find more energy!”That’s it,Robert!Fuck her!Sodomise the young slut!Nail her!”.Robert,knew,second time around he would take ages to cum.He wanted that warm cunt again!He pulled out of her ass.He had to really pull back with pressure to extracate his cock from her tightfisted shithole.When it emerged it was caked with her excretment and blood,he turned her on her back.She was crying,hysterically into the gag.She had a pleading look in her eyes.Reaching out for a merciful part of his soul to bring her the relief she so desperately sought from this nightmare.He took no notice and with his dirty dick entered her beaver,he took her solidly,by each ankle,lifting her buns off the sofa and reamed her!He pulverised her pussy!Really socking it to her.The fucking,she was enduring etched brutally and painfully on her face!Her ass was gaping,beneath his pistoning cock,inflammed,the sight,drove him to new heights of surging,primal runting and he taught the teen a hard unforgettable lesson.He hurled insults and profanities at her as he humiliatingly,raped her.
“Feel me in ya bitch?You like it Tina?Huh?This is just the start cunt!…..We can tear ya apart.Ya, going to do everything we tell y.!Or I swear we will fucking KILL you”His words made her struggle against him in desperation.The sight of the gorgeous teens writhing body made him want to cum!He did’nt just want to fuck her physically.It was also his intention to snuff out her mind.To take away everything that was good and sweet about her!”Here ho!Milk Daddy’s cock!Milk it with ya puuuuuussyyyy!”
Pillageing and plundering!Finally,quenching his lust with the heaviest orgasm he had ever let rip in his life,inundating her canal and womb with his seed!
End of Part 1.
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Short PWP Rape/Blackmail story. First few paragraphs are actually true, everything else of course fiction
Although not normally an excitable person, Andrea was angry and hurt. How could he treat her like that? Why had he been such an asshole when he broke up with her? Just because she wasn’t prepared to go running up to the bedroom at the party was no reason to announce it and the subsequent break-up in the middle of the party. Especially since all her friends were there to see her pain, they had never seen an emotional display from her before and she was embarrassed. Why?
She had left the party immediately after suffering her total humiliation. “Since this gothic little whore won’t do me right now, I’m pleased to announce that I’m available if any of you sexy ladies would care to come to the bedroom and fuck.” This was the scene just before she had left, and that slut Janet had taken Brad by the hand and led him up the stairs. Janet had always wanted Brad’s cock and apparently tonight was her lucky night.
Andrea was walking down the street, heading for home when it started to rain. Not wanting to damage her designer dress, she ran to the opening of the underpass and ducked inside. Sadly, this was to be the start of a very long night for Andrea. Before she had a chance to catch her breath, there was a hand over her mouth and another around her waist, effectively securing her arms to her torso and making her fight futile. The person who had grabbed her was a large man, his strength easily overpowering the 105lb waif. He picked her up like a rag-doll and carried her deeper into the darkness of the culvert. As she struggled to get a breath, she realized they had turned a corner into what could only be described as a hidden lair. She had looked into this underpass many times and had never noticed the opening; she knew her struggles and cries would go unheard. Situated in the middle of the culvert and concealed by the roar of the pounding rain, Andrea only prayed this would be short and painless.
Andrea found herself being tied. She was then thrown face down onto a urine stained mattress, the smell making her tender sensibilities repulse. She gagged on the smell but was unable to rise. She was bound hand to hand and then tied to a post at the head of the mattress. “Looks like you made a wrong turn cunt, I’m going to rape all your holes before I’m done with you tonight.” With that, Andrea felt her clothing being ripped off her slender body. The designer dress in tatters in a pile with her shredded panties and bra, she was now naked and incapable of resistance. She began to weep into the stench of the mattress. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP! The belt mercilessly cut into the flesh of her ass. Before she could scream, he had her by the hair “I don’t like no gothic cunt like you crying just cause you’re gonna get fucked! If you don’t stop immediately, I’m going to leave your ass exposed for the world to come and fuck after I get done. You’ll be spread out on the street and I’ll be sure all the local winos get a piece of your skanky ass! Now shut the fuck up!!!” Her tears still fell, but her whimpers were now silent.
Andrea had never been treated this way. Sure, she had enjoyed the gothic lifestyle, the dark revealing clothing and artistic make-up; she had never imagined her attire would get her into trouble though. The feeling of this bastard’s cold hand on her tender flesh made her skin crawl. He was pawing at her 34C breasts with vigor, roughly pulling on her nipples until she cried out from the pain. SLAP! “I told you no crying, now shut up and enjoy the ride.”
With agony filling her every thought, Andrea was not prepared for what happened next. She felt his cold spit run down the crack of her ass, then felt his thick fingers start to dig into the hole. Her virgin ass had never been tested before and she was disgusted by the thought. “But I shit from there” was all that passed through her mind as his molestation became more aggressive. “Gonna stretch that shit hole out before I pump my cock in there.” She felt another finger begin to enter her as well. As uncomfortable as she was, she was devastated that her body was starting to betray her. Her pussy was starting to warm and she was sure he would see and feel the moisture forming in her sweet cunt. “WOOHOO! Got me a live one, you like that bitch?” With that he spat on her asshole again and then rammed all four of his fingers into her torn hole. She wanted to scream from the pain but knew better; the belt had made her ass raw and she was sure she could feel blood running down her ass. Her tight brown hole was no longer. His thick fingers had gotten to the point that he could have easily fisted her ass and she would have only felt minor discomfort as she adjusted to his pawing. And just as she thought it, it happened. And she was wrong, she screamed out as he viciously rammed his entire fist into her previously virgin ass. SLAP! “I told you bitch, one ,more time and I leave you tied up naked in the street. Understand?” Her crying stopped.
Andrea had never felt such embarrassment before. This was totally degrading; not the rape itself but the way she was starting to truly enjoy the abuse. Maybe her gothic lifestyle choice was not her decision at all. Maybe she chose this because she secretly wanted to be tortured and abused sexually. She was horrified by her thoughts but felt the truth of her thoughts as her first orgasm raced through her body. This time when she screamed out, he did not slap her. “I knew you were a whore when I first saw you leave the party. Now I know for sure. Let’s see what we can do for your hot little cunt so you’ll want more of this again.” His words cut her to the quick, the truth of them making her realize she was just that, a whore; mind, body and soul.
Realization of a futile situation is the first mark of acceptance. And Andrea was feeling acceptance of the fact that although she was being raped, she was enjoying the pain of it all. Her cunt was now cool and sticky, her ass a grotesque parody of it’s former self, stretched wide open and bleeding. She knew she was in trouble when he started the same treatment on her sensitive cunt. Only this time he was not so gentle, he closed his fist and put it toward her face. “See this?” With that he rammed his entire fist into her slick cunt. Screaming and fighting was useless, her debasement now complete. Her cunt felt like he had split it in half, her ass the same. “Now my little cumslut, you get to show your appreciation for my stretching of your little holes. Suck my cock.” He slapped the side of her face with his massive tool. She had not seen it before and was slowly starting to thank him for not sliding his monster straight into her. His cock was easily 14” long and thicker than her wrists. He forced her head to look sideways and then gagged her throat with his first push. He had barely a third of his cock in her mouth. He turned her over onto her back and hung her head off the edge. “Perfect” he said as he again rammed his huge cock into her mouth. Only this time with her head hanging backward over the edge, she could not stop his complete violation. She thought she would pass out from no oxygen but he slid his cock back far enough for her to catch a quick breath before he rammed it home again. Her gag reflex was on high and he just laughed as she puked on his cock. “You like that cunt?” he teased as he proceeded to push faster into her mouth. Breathing became difficult, and then it happened. He pressed his cock all the way down her throat. She gagged again and then felt his eruption of cum shoot straight into her stomach. She didn’t taste his salty cum until he was finished and pulling out. Andrea had never swallowed before and felt like puking again. “You throw my cum up bitch and I’ll get my dog to come over and fuck your mouth again. And believe me, he won’t be so nice when he fucks you. Do you want that?” Andrea swallowed her revulsion and forced the bile back down her throat. “Now the fun begins” was all he said. The next thing Andrea knew was the feeling of a 14” cock going directly to the depths of her abused cunt. She wanted to scream but was afraid of the consequences if she did. She just lay there and took it. His massive tool splitting her already stretched cunt and making her want to cry out in pain. Slowly but surely, the pain was replaced by pleasure. “This can’t be happening” was her only thought as her second orgasm ripped through her destroyed cunt. The cum and blood had started to pool in her asshole, the liquid strangely soothing to her abused asshole. He picked her naked limp body up and told her to ride him for a while. She did as instructed and rode him to another earth-shattering orgasm. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down to his face. Then he whistled. Before Andrea could figure out what was happening, she felt furred paws on her back and something hot and slick poking at her torn asshole. “OH GOD NO!!!!!” she screamed as she realized he had called his dog over to give her first DP. She tried to squirm away but the stranger held her firm. “Now my doggie ain’t so little and when his knot finally pushes into you, it’s going to feel like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”
The thick doggie cock was now pushing it’s way into her ass. She could feel the contrast of man-cock and dog-cock through the thin flesh that separated her holes. Although Andrea really wanted to die, she was finding herself enjoying the feeling. It started to get her going and then she felt something huge push at her hole. The dog’s knot was bigger than it’s masters’ fist. Try as she might, he was going to ensure she would never be satisfied by an average cock again. Both her tight holes were now gaping cum buckets. The doggie cock finally worked the big knot in and then began pumping in earnest. She had never been so full before, and the feelings racing through her were indescribable. As this bastard and his dog took their turns on her, she felt another orgasm build. Just as she was ready to let go, the dog cock in her ass released a gallon of hot sticky cum. This explosion drove her over the edge. She became multiply orgasmic for the first time in her life. They tore through her again and again, her cunt and asshole pulsing on the cumming cocks inside. “That was good cunt, and ole’ Buckster looks happy too. Hope you enjoyed your fun.” With that the man and his dog were gone. Andrea slowly released herself from the rope. She dressed as well as she could in her tattered clothes and headed for home. Thankfully, her family was asleep when she arrived. She thought about reporting this to the police but came to the conclusion if she did, he might never get the chance to abuse her cunt again. She hoped he would catch her again……
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A school dean tricks a blonde teenager for brutal sex
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England
Her name was Jessica she lived in the same condo place I did and we went to the same church. She was 12 and she was beautiful. She had dark chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and soft pale skin. She had huge boobs for her small frame. One of the cute things about her was that she was so naive her parents kept her really sheltered so she knows like nothing, my parents were friends with her which is probably the only reason they had no issues with her hanging out with me. I felt creepy masturbating to her mainly because I’m 19. I used to talk to her on aim. One day when I was slightly drunk so I started chatting with her about how big her boobs were and how much I wanted to see them.
Gregisdead48 – You have like the biggest boobs I’ve ever seen on a girl.
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I had originally thought she signed off because I was creeping her out. Then I went through my mind to make up excuses in case she told her parents. Then there was a knock on the door. I went to look at hole and I saw her red faced from the cold looking at the ground. Shit, possibilities ran through my head. Was she really coming over to fool around? I opened the door and let her in without a word. She kinda just sat on my couch and looked around. I sat next to her.
“Do you want a beer?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never had alcohol before.”
I went into the kitchen grabbed her a beer, but then I thought better I poured half of it out and filled it with a much stronger whiskey. If she’s never had alcohol before she won’t even notice. I came back with it.
“It tastes bad…”
“Drink it quick you’ll feel drunk”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to throw up.”
“You won’t throw up from one beer I promise.”
She downed it. She had this cute expression on her face that showed how badly she hated it. I turned on the TV and waited a few minutes for the alcohol to kick in.
“Do really think my …. are that big?”
I couldn’t believe it she wouldn’t even say boobs, she was so sheltered. But, she seemed ashamed of her boobs.
“They’re better when they’re bigger I swear, I’ll bet they’re beautiful.”
Then I sucked it up and just went for it.
“Would you mind if I touched them?”
She looked really unsure. I immediatly regretted saying it. I just knew this was going to go south and she was going to tell her parents. Then when she looked in my eyes I saw more curiousity with a small amount of fear then disgust.
“I’ll be gentle….Please”
She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were so soft and slightly wet, her breath had a hint of alcohol on it still. Her lips twitched just for a moment. I put my hand on her shoulder, and slid it slowly down so it rested on her right boob. She shyed away from my hand for a second, but I just moved it with her. I grabbed her breast not hard, but firm. I started to kiss down her neck, as I went for her other boob. I was gripping them over her shirt. She was breathing heavy. She started kissing my neck softly at first, then she started sucking on my neck. I reached my arm around and undid the hook on her bra. Then I came out from her kiss and took the straps of her bra and pulled it down so the bra came off without her even lifting up her shirt, I threw her purple lace bra on the floor. Now she looked more afraid than curious now, but it was too late to go back. I put my body weight on her and pushed her to lay on the couch. I put my hands just over her nipples, they were hard. I rubbed her nipples hard. I went to take her shirt off her my dick was hard as a rock imagining what her huge tits would look like without her shirt. Then she freaked out and pushed me off.
“I’m sorry I just… I’ve never even kissed a boy before. I can’t….”
“It’s okay, you wanna just watch some TV?”
She seemed so relieved when I said that. I sat up and pulled her up with me. I had my arm around her neck and my other hand holding her knees so that they touched mine. She made a slight move probably so she could put her bra back on, but my arms held her in place. She made peace with the idea of watching TV with me without her bra on and put her head in my arm pit. I kissed the top of her head. Then as she let her guard down watching TV I brought my hand down her shirt, and the next thing she knew I had pinched her nipple. She gasped and threw her head back in a mixture of pain and pleasure. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Do you enjoy this?”
She nodded.
“Say it.”
“I enjoy it”
“What time do your parents get home after school?”
“5:30”
“Everyday after-school you are to be at my house until 5 o clock. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, I continued to play with her tits while watching TV till about 5 then, I let her put on her bra and go home. Afterwards I blew the biggest load I’ve ever seen myself have thinking of my cum dripping off her huge milky white tits.
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It was 3 o clock, I was waiting by my window. I saw Jessica walking toward my house. I was worried she wouldn’t hold true to her deal. Worried I had gone to far twisting her nipples, worried I had frightened her. Then I saw her stop in front of my house, she looked nervous and scared. I rushed to the door and opened it before she had a chance to change her mind. I took a good look at her, she was short only about 4″10′, whereas I am 6″2′. Her face was slightly messy because of the wind outside, it had to have been pretty cold because her nose and cheeks were a bright pink. She had a V-neck T-shirt on which showed just enough cleavage to turn me on. Her hoodie was zipped up to her stomach and she had on 70’s style flared jeans. I moved aside to invite her in. She timidly walked into my house. I pulled up some guts and told her what I wanted from her.
“Go in the bathroom and take off your shirt, but zip your hoodie up all the way.”
She didn’t even say anything, she just got to it. As soon as she came out of the bathroom I went nuts, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall I kissed her hard shoving my tongue in her mouth. She wasn’t ready for it, she pulled away and tried to get out of my grasp. I held her tight, I pulled away from her face and grabbed her zipper pull with my teeth and pulled it down to the end, I wasn’t able to undo the last bit of her zipper so her bra was out it was a strapless number light green with rhinestones in it. I started kissing her stomach and was making my way up to her tits. By now she had stopped struggling, so when I got to kiss her soft lips again. I pulled her over to the couch, I pushed her so that she was laying down. I finished unzipping her hoodie, again I put my hand behind her back and undid her bra. She really started struggling then.
“Please stop. I …. just….”
“Look It’s undone we’ll just leave it on you until your ready.”
She seemed soothed by my comments. We continued to make out. I was bulging in my pants and brushed my bulge against her leg. She must have been freaked out because she moved her leg away. That’s when I got angry, I grabbed her bra and ripped it right off her. She freaked out and slapped me. I grabbed her by her wrists and held her down she struggled and started thrashing her body around.
“I’m sorry, but they’re so beautiful. I just had to see them.”
Jessica struggled less then, but she was still trying to get her wrists free.
“Don’t struggle it’ll just hurt more.”
I went and kissed her nipples. Then I started licking her tits all over. She finally stopped struggling, allowing me to let go of her wrists and grab a hold of her tits. I looked at them. They must have been DD she had smaller areola and her nipples stood on end and looked like pink frozen peas. I also noticed the small yellow bruises she had on them from yesterday. I almost felt bad that I had hurt her. But, then again her nipples just looked delicious so I started to bite them. She whimpered. When I released one to go to another she put her chest out like she was afraid it would stop. I went on to her left tit and looked at her face she had little tears in her eyes from the pain. I bit even harder, I looked up at her she was crying now. I went up and licked the tears from her face. I bit her lip and she started panting in my mouth. I went back to her tits, and turned I saw the clock and was pissed. It was already 5:10. I got off her.
“Get your cloths on, your mom will be home any minute.”
She did just that, she could barely look me in the eye. So when she went to leave, I held up her face in my hands.
“I love you.”
She got the biggest smile on her face. Just before she left.
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Sex shop shopping spree.
My wife June returned home with her friend Kate from their weekly shopping having almost melted her credit card. They talked about a new sex shop that had opened in the mall which was attracting a lot of attention especially with the giving out of free flavored condoms in front of the shop. They did not go in as there were so many people around and because of the taboos associated with it. We opened a bottle of wine and chatted about the things we would expect to find inside. Kate told us openly that she had three vibrators at home each with a different function –she even described one of them in detail saying that it had two “dicks” one for each hole.
I was of course getting very aroused at the conversation but June was a little embarrassed. Kate finally left and after a further bottle of wine, we fucked each other with more passion than usual. As I was fucking June, I couldn’t help but think about Kate playing with her toy with one dick inside her beautiful “jelly mould ass”.
Some weeks passed until one day we were out shopping together and passed the new sex shop. To my surprise, June suggested we go in. Inside there was every kind of sexual contraption you could think about and others that you couldn’t. There must have been over a hundred dildos of varying size, colors, shape and texture. June took such an open interest in them and even asked the female assistant for some advice. Finally she picked out six of varying size which included a double dick. As an opening promotion, the shop gave her a free butt plug with each dildo bought.
We returned home and looked through the new toys. We tried to decide what the purpose of the butt plug would be but apart from a fart stopper or a travel aid for diarrhea, we were stumped. I was then packed off to the local store to buy the batteries that were as usual not included.
As with every fourth Saturday in the week, June and Kate would go out to a wine bar together whilst Kate’s husband Dave and I had a boys night in with a few beers and a chat. After half a dozen beers or so, I told Dave of our shopping trip and purchases. He said that he and Kate had been using dildos during sex for years and told of how better their orgasms had become. I asked him about the function of the butt plug because for me it seemed a little boring as it didn’t vibrate or anything. He laughed and said that they often used it after anal sex. He would fuck Kate in the ass and after cumming would push the plug in to stop the cum from running out. After reviving, he would remove the plug and either fuck her again or sometimes suck the cum out. Fuck that’s sick I thought but on reflection and the thought of his wife’s ass, it was more than erotic.
A few beers and a few joints later, the girls arrived back home both quite pissed. They were both famished so I made them a snack and they started on the remainder of the beers. Dave helped out by skinning up a few more joints which were of scud status. Half an hour later we were all as high and relaxed as could be. I told June that I had found out what the butt plugs were for only to have her tell me that Kate had already told her. June said that we should give one a road test as it sounded odd. Kate said that as Dave and her were experienced, they should do a demo for us first.
I was fucked from the beers and the smoke but this almost sobered me up. Kate asked June if she could shower first and they both disappeared. Kate returned first with one of June’s smallest G strings on and without a bra. She danced around and then laid down next to Dave and played with her pussy along side of the string. Dave excused himself and went off to shower. Meanwhile June came in wearing her sexiest sheer white underwear and sat down next to Kate. They were both in a fit of giggling and started playing with each other’s tits. My dick wanted to explode. I heard Dave coming back in so I scurried off to the shower.
On my return, I found Dave flat on his back with June straddling his face whilst Kate sucked him off. June was visibly shaking as she seemed to go through endless orgasms. Kate was sucking Dave and playing with his balls and had what appeared to be a couple of fingers in his ass which she pulled out from time to time and sucked. June was spent and flopped on the floor covered in sweat. Her little white panties still pulled to one side were soaked. She finally gathered enough strength to crawl over to her hand bag and remove the 2 dick dildo. She got behind Kate and bent down to eat her. Even a few meters away, I could see Kate’s juices running out of her. June scooped some of them up and started lubing up Kate’s ass. Then she pushed the 2 dick toy in her and turned it on. Kate immediately dropped Dave’s dick from her mouth and moaned like a woman possessed. June was almost having trouble holding the toy as Kate pushed back on to it until the whole thing filled her holes. She bucked and screamed herself to orgasm and finally collapsed on the floor. Her legs were open so June got down and feasted on her prize.
Kate got on all fours and told Dave to get on with the show. He eagerly pulled on his dick a few times then slowly pushed it into her ass. It was all so quick and his whole dick disappeared so quickly. Dave fucked her hard for around 5 minutes before he started to come. It took him a good minute to blow his load completely and fill her ass. He pulled out slowly and June came over and asked if she could help and pushed a butt plug inside Kate’s ass. She then turned to Dave and sucked his cock clean.
Dave changed positions and said that it would be an honor to get June ready for the first trial. He got behind her and licked her pussy and ass. Little by little he managed to get 3 fingers in her ass as she climaxed. I moved over behind her and prepared to enter her ass. Kate came over and stopped me saying that my dick was too dry and that I would hurt her. Kate bent over and she reached back and slowly removed the plug from her ass. Dave told me to lube up first and I pushed my dick into her cum filled ass which felt like nothing ever before. A few strokes and I was ready to come but that would not be fair to June. I reluctantly pulled out and my dick was covered in Dave’s cum. I pushed against June’s ass and my cock went in quite easily. I fucked her like I have never done before and blew a huge load into her ass. Kate was waiting with the butt plug for when I withdrew. June seemed to like the feeling of having her ass full of cum and a toy holding it in.
Dave was trying to put the plug back in Kate’s oiling machine but gave up and decided she needed eating out. He pulled her on top of him and she lowered her ass hole right over his tongue. I have never seen so much cum anywhere but he ate the lot. June sat on the sofa still with the plug in her ass. Kate sat next to her and played with her pussy. June soon came again and returned the attention to Kate by burying her head in her pussy. Dave thought that June’s plug should be checked and volunteered for the job. He laid down under the sofa and quickly pulled the plug out which sent a stream of cum down on his face. Kate joined him and licked his face clean.
We all relaxed a while and even had a short interval of joints and coffees. No one looked awkward or even surprised at what had happened. Kate had her legs spread wide open and I could see her ass was gapping open. Dave noticed too and also my interest and pulled Kate down on the floor on top of him. He was soon inside her gaping ass again and told me to come in from behind. It was difficult at first and the sensation of my dick against his was strange. Soon we were in rhythm and Kate was really enjoying the double ass fuck. June straddled us and bent over in front of me and stuck her ass in my face to lick. I drove my tongue in her and drove my dick as far as it would go in Kate’s ass. We all climaxed together with June spraying us all from her pussy, Kate shook and Dave and I pumped for all we were worth. We all collapsed exhausted. Only Kate mustered enough strength to pop a plug into her gaping ass. The final act came some minutes later when the 3 of us laid down with our heads touching each other as June pulled out Kate’s plug as she straddled our faces. The cum was a bucket full of whitish, brownish liquid which we all enjoyed.
We now have a collection of 32 different plugs and are regulars and the new shop.
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how it started with my family I’m trying to write but not good at school sorry
Jessica is back for round two. *Ding, Ding, Ding* (Couldent resist LOL).
This is my first story… It is about incest and if you don’t find yourself comfortable with the theme, please leave. If you are into (/reading) it, then let me know how you liked it. Also this is the first part of the many parts i will be uploading. The build up is slow and if it is not what you are looking for, either the theme or the slow-y build up, please leave. 🙂
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Chapter 2 – Captured
Cold.
Dark.
Where am I?
I felt around the area surrounding my feet.
Fur?
Where are my clothes?
My hands wrapped around my naked body. Shivering. So hard to remember. My head foggy.
“Hello…” I whispered in a raspy voice.
“Hello….Anyone there?” I coughed.
I searched around for my phone in the dark. Total darkness, so consuming.
“Ahhhh…” I weakly cried out in pain. My body, muscles, and ……
“Oh my god” I sobbed, remembering what happened to me earlier.
Memories, rushing back. I reached between my legs feeling the sticky, wet evidence of my reality.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, a shrill, piercing scream. A scream of total agony and terror echoed back at me. It was a scream I had never heard before. Deep, desperate…
Howling, rasping.
In desperation I got up feeling my way around the room. There has to be a door here, right? My hopeful thoughts sinking as I felt my way around the small, empty room.
“Please, help me!”
As I searched with my hands I realized how alone I was. I realized that I was probably going to die here. I would never see Jake again. This was it.
I sobbed as I planted my face against the brick wall. I let my face scrape the wall as I fell to my knees. Who fucking cares. I could feel the blood start to bead up down the left side of my face and body as I lay on the floor crying like a helpless child.
“I’ll never see you again!” I screamed again and again.
“Fuck you Kaleb. You will never have me again” I reached for the ring on my finger. Jake’s class ring.
I would rather go like this than be tortured ever again I tried to convince myself. I grabbed the ring tightly with my shaking hand and jabbed it into my wrist as hard as I could. I dug it in with all of my strength, sliding it down….down….
Light.
I see light cover the room. The brick door opens out of the smooth brick wall.
“Miranda…” I hear his voice. Him.
Blood pooling onto the floor I laugh.
You can’t fucking have me Kaleb. Not anymore.
Starting to feel light-headed, I sway.
“What the fuck are you doing!” he dropped the tray of food onto the floor. Rushing to me as he ripped his shirt off, he kneeled beside me.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit” I screamed as I batted at him and kick weakly. I try to squirm and scratch at his face, making it difficult for him to wrap my arm.
Feeling warm. Very warm.
Pain stops.
It’s getting dark again.
Whack! I feel a slap across my face.
I feel this stinging sensation burning my cheek.
Soft dim light as I open my eyes.
Warm.
Wrapped in a blanket, in his arms.
“You!” I yell with contempt and hate. Seething at him between gritted teeth I growl, “You fucking sick bastard. Let me go.”
“Shhhh, don’t talk right now. We will talk, but you are weak.” He said softly.
I glimpsed at his face with disgust.
Those eyes.
They seem to bore through me. Raping me, deep inside. Deep inside of me.
How can such a monster have the face of an angel? You think of some groady sick fuck out raping college students. But him? He could have anybody. Must be some sick fucking fetish…
I cry. What can I do?
“Why do you fucking care you sick fuck; you did this to me…remember?”
He lifted an eyebrow.
He didn’t look away.
We stared.
Was he mocking me?
“I’ll need to change your dressing soon. I cleaned it while you were sleeping but it is a deep cut.” He said calmly.
Was that sadness in his voice?
“Take me to the fucking hospital then!” I quipped mockingly.
“You know I can’t do that!” He answered angrily.
He gently set me down into a chair. Where did that come from? I wondered.
The pain of my body startled me.
I cried out involuntarily.
He reached in to his pocket.
“Take this” he handed me a small white pill. I looked at it, examining it carefully.
“No”, I don’t know what it is. Why the hell should I take it.
“It is a pain medication. You are going to need it. You are not going to be happy with me for what we have to do soon. I cannot explain anything to you yet but you must take it.” He looked concerned.
“You are in no condition Miranda, we must prepare you now.” He said with a pained look on his face.
I got a bad feeling in my gut at that moment, washing over me a pain and desperation that could not be sated.
“You are not going to let me leave are you?” I pleaded.
“No” He said sternly, squaring me in the eyes. “Get that thought from your head now; it will only cause you more pain from this moment forth.”
“Ever?” I again pleaded. Tears rolling down my cheeks.
He did not answer, he looked away from me.
Get yourself together Miranda. If he doesn’t kill you, you have a chance.
“Am I going to die?”
“Not by my hand” he smiled almost sweetly.
Disgusted, I attempted to look at my surroundings. A small room shaped into a circle. Brick walls, very smooth. Fur rugs covered the entire floor. A strange looking tiffany lamp toward the center of the room gave off light. The chair I was sitting in was beautiful. It was solid and also covered in fur. It was reclined back and quite comfortable. There was a strange bag sitting next to me. A spilled tray of food to the right of me. No door opening that I saw.
“What do I have to get ready for” I said with contempt.
“Me.”
I popped the pill into my mouth with my good arm.
He picked up the flask and opened it and held it to my mouth as I gulped down hurriedly, spilling down my naked chest.
I didn’t know what to say.
I wept.
He watched with a pained look.
Don’t fucking look at me, pig. I thought it but dared not say it. How could he. I am bleeding, bruised, raped. He is sitting there pretending like this hurts him as he prepares to rape my damaged body…again. How could he do this? How…
“How could you Kaleb. You said you loved me. Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to deserve it? Just let me go!” I begged.
“I don’t have much time left. Save your energy please. I do love you, I do care. I will be gentle if you don’t fight me this time. You are wounded, but I have no choice.”
“Everybody has a fucking choice” I yelled.
He looked away.
“I do not” he spoke softly.
“Please” I begged again.
He reached into the bag and pulled out some dressing for my arm. He took my arm out of the blanket and cleaned it with some strange ointment that was also in the bag. He quickly and tightly wrapped it again. Securing it with a clasp it tucked it into the blanket.
I wanted to kill him as he touched me.
Weakness and pain wrapped my flesh in agony.
He then put the same ointment all over the rest of my fresh scrapes. Down my face. Down my shoulder. I shuddered under his gentle touch.
He then walked to the middle of the room. He was feeling around the floor as if he was looking for something.
He then pulled up some rings from the floor. Strange they pulled out in perfect places around the rug. Then pulled up a total of three.
“I didn’t want it to be this way you know. I thought you were ready. I couldn’t wait” He walked over to where I was sitting again.
Unwrapping the blanket from me.
I shivered from the cold crisp air.
He picked me up carefully, making sure not to touch my arm.
“Oh fuck this, Not this again!” I cried and kicked. I writhed in his arms. I don’t care what it takes. I am not letting this sick fuck head take me without a fight. I strained in his grip as he set me down onto the soft floor.
Forgetting about all of the pain for a moment. I fought with my life. Biting him, scratching him. Trying to scratch the eyeballs out of his head. The dressing on my arm started to bleed through.
Chunks of skin missing from his chest and arms he placed his body on top of me.
I pushed, he kissed.
Biting into his chest, finally I had a good grip with my teeth. I bit down…Harder, harder…
He strapped my good arm into the ring.
He grabbed my jaw softly pushing. Pressure point…I released.
Quickly he moved down to my legs, holding them down. I couldn’t sit up to swing at him anymore.
He strapped my legs into the other two rings quickly, with ease.
“Do I have to strap your other arm too? I don’t want to hurt you but if you continue to struggle you will be hurt worse by me leaving that arm free.”
What choice did I have? I would rather have some freedom. Give me one fucking good chance and I’ll…and I’ll…what? What can I do?
He kissed up and down my body. I tried not to be turned on. This is the fuck that just raped you. I kept repeating it as I felt him grow hard.
“Would you like me to please you, or would you like me to be done quickly so you can rest?” he smirked.
“What the fuck do you think? Is this a joke to you? My life is a joke to you…You sick asshole.”
“As you wish”
“Don’t ever say that again” I growled. “I never wished for this.”
The tears came streaming down. I tried to hold them back. I tried not to let him see me cry. He didn’t deserve the satisfaction of my tears ever again.
“Cry if you need. I will be done soon, I promise, beautiful. I will take care of you when it is over.”
I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help it. I sobbed like a lost child. He positioned himself on top of me as I sobbed. Gently pushing into me as I screamed as loud as I could. He caressed me. He looked into my eyes like I was his lover as I screamed in horror and pain.
I strained to accommodate him. I couldn’t take it. He pushed the tip in gently. Stretching me. He leaned down and pulled my ass up off of the ground to get a better angle.
I opened my eyes to look at him. His muscles were straining as he drew into me. His face was very peaceful looking. He never looked away from me. Trying to concentrate on anything but the sheer pain his body was imposing on me I stared back.
Sharp pain as he plunged his huge hard cock inside again. Harder. I watched his body jerk and lose control. Unable to move my arm and legs, I looked over to my bloody arm. Lying next to me as if it were a foreign object. Wheels turning in my head.
He stopped.
Gently he grabbed my arm and pulled the other ring from the ground.
“No, no, no, no please…..” I begged. “Stop, stop, please…Pleeeasse.” I cried like a little girl.
“I am sorry. I cannot risk you doing anything stupid in this condition” he sighed.
I heard a loud clack as he snapped it down over my wrist.
“It won’t hurt if you are very still” he warned.
“How can I be very still? You are moving me around.”
He pumped harder. Each pump his cock straining to go further inside of me. I began to relax myself.
Breath….Breath slowly. Think…Think about Jake. Smiling faces.
“Jaaaake” I moaned loudly.
“Jake” Kaleb repeated angrily “Is not here.”
“Jake”, I screamed again feeling not so helpless.
Did that strike a nerve?
Again I sucked down the pain as he rammed me harder.
“Oh fuck me Jake” I screamed.
The veins popped out in his neck. His body strained. His cock rammed in again.
Fucking me hard and rough he started to pound me.
My delicate flesh ripping.
My cut starting to bleed profusely.
Blood pouring out into the fur.
I watched it.
The pain started to elude me.
“I love you Jake” I smiled.
He slammed my delicate body so hard I saw white…white, then gray…then, black.
Nothingness, again.
Nothingness was good.
I woke up alone.
Food, water and clean ointment and bandages were sitting next to me. No straps and chains.
No pain.
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