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The Craving – Part 1

The following story is entirely true and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.

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A summer with my stepsister Mary, part 2

This continues on from part one, which started off slowly, but as you’ll see,we get right into the action in this part. This is a true story that happened between my little stepsister and I many years ago. I appreciate all the reader’s comments and suggestions from the first part, and also some of the helpful emails that I got. There are more parts to this story to follow…

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My Asian Treat

My Asian Treat
As an executive my work requires me to travel all over the world. And with the rigorous schedule I am usually out of the US for 300 days out of the year. So having a personal life is not very sustainable. But surprises come in many forms, and usually from where you least expect it.
My latest assignment took me to Japan where I was to meet with a new international client. I have always enjoyed the orient, but this trip was going to top the charts. In setting up my travel I arranged to stay with an old college buddy who lived just outside of Tokyo. With the close location to the business district, commuting would be as easy as a train ride and maybe a taxi from the station, and it would give me the chance to catch up with an old friend. So it was done.
Hirito met me at the airport on the day of my arrival. It was good to see him again. As we drove to his home we chatted about the events in our lives since we last saw each other 5 years earlier when we graduated from Stanford. It was going to be nice having a familiar face around, not to mention a guide, and a place to stay for free even though money was not a factor. As we pulled into his driveway after a 30 minute drive I was already envious. His house was beautiful. Sitting on what I guessed was about three quarters of an acre, his house and grounds looked like a picture postcard of what most Americans consider to be the traditional Japanese home. It had beautifully trimmed ornate trees, stone walkways, and a traditional dwelling with sweeping roof lines and carved accents. I was impressed. One day I hope to have something this nice.
After unloading from the car Hirito lead me to a smaller house located at the rear of the main house. “This is the guest house,” he said as he gestured toward the smaller building and bowing his head, “I hope it is acceptable.” My jaw dropped. It was equally as beautiful and ornate as the main house surrounded by an exquisite garden and a small pond with goldfish. “Hirito, my friend,” I said as I gave him a small pat on the shoulder, “You overwhelm me. This will be just fine,” and I returned his bow.
After removing our shoes at the front door we proceeded inside and Hirito gave me a quick tour. There was virtually no furniture at all. There were large pillows in a closet for sitting, and a rolled up mat for sleeping. There was, however, a desk and chair in the office which was equipped with a computer and printer, high speed internet, and a fax machine. And on the opposite wall was a big 50 inch plasma screen TV. Everything I needed. “We will have dinner at 5,” Hirito explained as we walked back toward the front door, “but for now I imagine you might want some rest.” He was right. If you have ever flown to the Far East than you know what the jet lag is like. And seeing as how it was my middle of the night, I was really suffering. With a bow, Hirito excused himself and headed off toward the main house.
The only down side to traveling is putting you stuff away when you get to your destination. After a 13 hour flight and customs, you simply don’t feel like messing with anything, you just want to lie down and slip into a coma for about 10 hours. But in the business world, if you want to succeed, you have to pay attention to details. So with a quick and steady pace I was done. My clothes were hung up, brief case on the desk, and a change into leisure clothes laid out on the sleeping mat. As I was finishing my task I heard a light shuffle near the door. I turned around and stood dumbfounded. There, at the door, was the most beautiful Japanese woman I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing a blood red kimono that was decorated with an embroidered peacock and bonsai trees. The waist was held together by a large white sachet tied in the back, and the edges of the garment in the front, and at the sleeves were trimmed with gold colored cloth. And on her feet were the traditional white house socks with the cut between the toes to allow for sandals. My god she was beautiful!
“I am Kayko,” she said with a bow, “Your bath is ready.” Her accent was very thick, but her English was very understandable. She turned to her left and gestured toward the hall giving me a nice view of her profile. She was small, maybe 5 foot 3, and I guess about 105 pounds. Her small breasts were just barely distinguishable beneath her kimono as well as a small hump of her ass, but her features were all very proportionate. Her long black hair was pulled back into one big thick pony tail which hung down to her ass, contrasting remarkably against the ornate kimono. And her soft round face shone like a gem bordered by the black hair and red garment. “Thank you,” was all I was able to choke out while I gazed at the 20 something year old beauty with a stiffy starting to develop in my slacks. If this young woman was a maid than I really need to rethink where I live!
Without even thinking I followed her lead down the hallway. At the end of the hall was another room which was obviously the bathhouse. Instead of a wood floor, like the rest of the house, it had a polished concrete floor. On the far side of the room was a short stool sitting directly over a floor drain, and to the right was a large pool of steaming hot water. Upon entering the room Kayko gestured to my left and said, “Undress here,” before continuing across the room into a smaller room. On the wall were several hooks for me to hang my clothes and a robe to the far right. While Kayko was out of sight I quickly undressed and hung my clothes before wrapping the robe around me. As I tied the robe shut Kayko came back into view carrying a metal bucket. But more notably was that the red kimono was now gone. It had been replaced by a large white towel which Kayko had tucked together under he left arm. And to think, I thought I had a stiffy before! Now I had a full on, full length raging hard on!! Kayko walked over to the stool and set the bucket down. Upon standing she gestured for me to come over and have a seat.
I am fully aware of the differences in cultures, and of the small nuances of everyday life, but I must admit to be taken back a little. I had not exactly planned on disrobing in front of someone else, much less a woman while I was sporting a huge erection. As I stepped across the floor she spoke again, “First we wash, then we bathe.” “WE”? What did she mean we? As I stopped next to the stool my question was answered. Kayko immediately pulled her towel off and draped it over a small clothes rod attached to the wall just in front of the stool. When she turned back around to face me in all of her beautiful nakedness a smile and a little laugh escaped from her lips. (my mouth was hanging open and my erection was sticking out through the two flaps of the robe)
“It’s ok,” she said softly as she reached out and began to untie my robe.
I just stood there like a deer in headlights as she pulled my robe off and hung it over the same clothes rod, my full 8 inch erection standing up proudly.
“Sit.” she said while gesturing to the stool and reaching for the bucket.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her while taking the seat. “I am not used to this.”
“It’s ok,” she replied while pulling a soapy sponge out of the bucket and began lathering my shoulders, “I’m not either.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her small breasts looked solid and firm with small dark nickel sized areolas and hard eraser nipples at their centers. Her skin was a smooth caramel color enveloping her gentle curves and toned legs. Her arms were toned and graceful with long delicate fingers and manicured nails. And her patch was a neatly trimmed forest of that same coal black hair on her head. She was, in my opinion, the most exquisite vision of female beauty I had ever seen. I could only sit and watch as she moved gracefully around me, washing every last inch from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. On occasion our eyes would meet and she would smile at me, especially when she began the drawn out process of washing my dick. Kayko knelt in front of me and positioned herself between my legs. Holding my erection gently in her left hand she slowly lathered up my dick from top to bottom with the soapy sponge. When it was no longer visible, due to the suds, she placed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to stroke me from bottom to top. The feeling was indescribable! Her soft hands sliding up and down my shaft, which was more than adequately lubed with the soap, almost made me shoot my load all over the place. And she was very sure not to miss a spot. Stroking from top to bottom with a slow but firm stroke, she was quickly bringing me to the point of no return. When I started to tense up she stopped. Removing her hands from my engorged member.
Looking at me with a strange expression on her face Kayko then said, “Now we rinse.”
Kayko stood, raising the bucket over my head. As she stepped up to my side I could very distinctly smell her scent just before the remaining water was poured over me, washing all the suds onto the floor and toward the drain. It was a little cool, but it felt good. As I wiped the water from my eyes Kayko stepped back into the small room and almost instantly returned with another buck of water. I watched her raise the bucket again and closed my eyes. The water was warmer this time, but without the sweet smell of the soap. As it cascaded over my body I felt really clean.
“Now we bathe,” she said and gestured toward the pool of steaming water.
As my right foot entered the water I was almost shocked as to how hot it was, almost to the point of being painful. After just a few hesitant moments I was leaning back in the steaming hot water, relaxing with just my head and shoulders above the water. Kayko stepped back into the small room and returned with another bucket of water. Sitting on the stool she began to soap herself from head to toe. I was really enjoying the show as she lathered herself up, noting how hard her nipples got as she washed her round breasts. When she was finished she poured the remaining water over her head and washed off all of the suds. Again she retrieved another bucket and rinsed herself again before coming over to the hot pool.
“You like?” she asked while gliding slowly into the water
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I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. Did she mean do you like your bath? Or did she mean do you like what you see? Seeing as how she was looking at my raging hard on I guess she could tell I liked the view. I chose a universal answer and said “Yes. I like very much.”
She smiled as she waded across the pool to where I was sitting and said, “Good.” And then, without saying another word, she knelt on the bench, straddling me, and guided herself straight down onto my cast iron cock, engulfing my whole length down to my nuts inside her tight snatch. I could not help the small gasp that escaped from my mouth as her tight body held me firmly inside her. It felt like my dick was inside a silk vise. Closing her eyes she let out a soft moan as she came to rest on my base, undoubtedly completely full. I was in heaven! As she slowly opened her eyes she brought my hands up from under the water and placed them on her breasts. They were firm, and the little nipples poked into the palms of my hands like small spikes. I gently squeezed and got the surprise of my life. As I squeezed her breasts, Kayko would squeeze with her internal muscles and tighten her grip on my dick.
(Guys. This is the most fantastic thing you could ever have done to you. If your girl is into it, I strongly suggest you buy her a pair of big ben-wa balls and get her to practice daily.)
Kayko didn’t have to move an inch. With each squeeze of her breasts, Kayko would squeeze and release my dick, sending waves of glorious pleasure through me. I started to speak, but Kayko just leaned forward and kissed me deeply, covering my mouth with her sweet lips. I took my hands from her breasts and threw them around her back, hugging her tightly to me while we kissed passionately. Kaykos’ response was to begin squeezing and releasing my dick at a furious pace. It seemed like my dick was in a milking machine. It was fantastic! Her muscles would squeeze from the bottom to the top in what seems like a rippling effect. The sensations were just too much for me and my dick began to spasm, shooting 4 years worth of saved up load up into my beautiful Japanese bather. With the first pulse, Kayko clamped down with her muscles and forced her crotch down as far as it would go, locking herself into place by hooking her feet under the sides of my thighs. She then just froze in place and accepted all that I had to give her, moaning almost inaudibly.
As the throbbing in my dick began to subside, Kayko began squeezing and releasing my dick once again, prolonging the sensations of my orgasm. After several minutes my dick began to deflate. With one more extremely hard squeeze Kayko pulled herself off my dick and sat down next to me.
“Wow!” I said as I looked over at the young beauty sitting next to me, “That was incredible!”
“Thank you,” she answered with a slight bow, “But now you rest.”
Kayko waded out of the pool and retrieved two large towels. After wrapping one around herself she motioned for me to come out of the water, to which she dried me from head to toe. After putting the robe back on Kayko lead me back down the hall to the sleeping room and rolled the mat out for me. As I lay down I looked up at the beautiful girl.
“Who are you?” I asked while looking directly into her shining eyes.
“I am Kayko,” she replied with a bow, “Hiritos’ sister.”
End 1
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This is my first text and an account of some events from my life a few years ago. Please be nice. If the reviews are good I will post additional chapters and tell you what happened during the rest of that buisness trip.

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Molly’s Surprise Visitor

This is a love story with a lot of sexual events in it. However, it is also a true story, and the characters are in love. If you want a story about two sex-crazed people on a one-night stand, then you’re at the wrong story.
Molly just turned 15 last week. The excitement of her birthday had long since worn off. Molly was lying face down on her bed with her head perched on her hand. She was reading a favorite book of hers. But she couldn’t think about the book any longer. Instead, she merely glazed over the words, but didn’t absorb them. She rested her head on the open book and smiled to herself. He was so dreamy, his brown eyes were so beautiful that she could stare at them for hours. He would always hug her for the longest time. She felt safe in his arms, like nothing in the world mattered as long as she didn’t let go….
“Thinking about Michael again?” It was Jason, Molly’s little brother. Most people in Molly’s situation would reply, “No, and get out of my room you freak!” but Molly is special. She is the kindest girl you’ll ever meet. She is tolerant towards everyone. In public, Molly was the life of the party, the best dancer, the role model for younger girls, and a heartthrob to all the boys. All the girls wished they were her, and all the guys wished they could get with her. But at home, she kept to herself and read a lot. Her parents were from the hippie generation, so the house was full of color, and there were no TV’s or computers. Molly and her family had always gotten along perfectly.
“You know it, J-man!” she smiled.
“Ok well think in the shower,” Jason laughed. “Mom told you to get in there an hour ago!”
“Oh, thanks.” She replied. She grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it. She walked over to the shower and turned the warm water on so it would have a chance to heat up. As soon as she released the knob, she strided over to her bathroom mirror and began to undress. She always performed this in front of a mirror. She imagined Michael was watching her, rather than her own reflection staring back at her. This started to make her pussy moisten, and she slowly slid down her skinny jeans until they were around her ankles. She pulled them off one leg at a time, watching herself in the mirror, performing a strip tease or herself. She tossed her pants on the floor and gazed at herself. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt really showed off her breasts nicely. Molly was always proud of her breasts. They were 34B’s, and Molly was a short girl, so they were in perfect proportion with her body. Molly pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on top of her pants. Molly was in a Victoria’s Secret green lace bra and matching pale green panties. She could clearly see a dark spot where her moisture had soaked through. You see, Molly had a horny side that she kept to herself. She thought about sex all the time, and the slightest things would make her pussy as wet as a sponge. Molly gazed into her beautiful blue eyes as she snaked a hand down the middle of her stomach and under her panties. Her moan was covered by the sound of the rushing shower, which was definately warm enough. Molly rubbed her clit hard and fast, then released. She removed her hand and slid her fingers around the sides of her underwear and pushed them down her legs. Molly kicked them off her feet and reached behind her back to release her bra clasp. As she slowly unclasped it, she looked at her pussy, shaven to perfection. There was not a single hair on it, as Molly had carefully shaven it every day since she met Michael, knowing that someday he’d enjoy that. She unsnapped her bra and pulled it off her arms. Her boobs dropped ever so slightly. Molly shook her shoulders and watched her breasts shake with them. She brought her right breast to her mouth and attacked her nipple with her tongue. Her nipple became hard in her mouth and a drop of pussy moisture dribbled down her leg. Molly brought two fingers to her entrance and pressed them in. She didn’t let up on her nipple. Molly didn’t want to have an orgasm before she was in the shower, so she slowly stopped and pulled out her fingers and seductively sucked on them in the mirror. Satisfied that she had performed quite a show for herself, she headed into the shower, feeling sexy and extremely horny.
Molly had a special showerhead, one of those with a hose along the showerhead. She loved this toy, because it gave her orgasms a million times stronger that when she would finger her clit on her bed in her room with the music on. Molly turned the showerhead to Massage mode. It sprayed with significant force, and Molly drew her head back and legs apart. She was lying nude on the shower floor with her hips elevated and her back arched. She held the showerhead about three inches from the upper half of her pussy as the water pounded against her clit. Water ran down her slit and further down her buttcrack. Molly began panting hard, and her body twitched. Molly’s hips shuddered and jolted. An indescribable feeling came over her beginning in her pussy, and she began to breathe harder and harder. She brought the showerhead even closer to her pussy and angled it upward under her clitoral hood. Molly bit her lip as she climaxed and arched her back even higher. Waves of pleasure came over her and she lost control. She let out such a loud moan that her neighbors could hear it. That snapped Molly out of her orgasmic bliss. Molly let go of the showerhead and tried to slow her breathing. She rested on the shower floor until she heard Jason ask, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, Jason, I’m okay. Just saw a huge spider!” Molly lied.
“Oh, okay” Jason left.
Molly started to unscrew the showerhead apparatus from the edge of the hose. Water came out of the edge of the hose much more thickly and smoothly. Molly pushed the hose into her pussy. She clenched her pussy around the hose as water filled her up. As it started coming back out her pussy, it vibrated against her pussy lips. The water pleasured her in all the right places all at the same time. Molly moaned softly and squeezed her breast with one hand. Then she squeezed her pussy tighter around the hose and rubbed her clit with her free hand. Water sprayed out of her cunt and caused her tightly closed pussy lips to vibrate. Molly squirted a bit of shampoo onto her fingers and used it as lubricant as she rubbed her clitoris and breasts faster. She began to shake again, and Molly’s tight pussy began to hold the shower hose inside her in a death grip. Molly tried to pull it out, but her climaxing pussy wouldn’t let her. Molly pulled and pulled, but only succeeded in brushing against her clit, and she went back into orgasm. Each one felt better than the last. She had at least three more orgasms before she could finally gather enough strength to reach up and turn off the water. Shortly after, Molly’s muscular pussy finally let go of the hose, and she screwed the showerhead back on the hose. Molly pushed like she had to pee, and almost a litre of water squirted out her pussy and down the drain. Feeling like a sex goddess, Molly stood up and wrapped a towel around herself. Even though Molly was still a virgin, she was too curious to leave her hyman intact. Molly had broken it with the edge of a broom handle, and had always tried new sexual activities since. Molly discovered a million new ways to masterbate, but felt bad for guys since they only had one. Molly also practiced strengthening her pussy. She’d insert objects and squeeze them, sometimes even going to school with toothbrush covers or carrots buried deep in her pussy.
Molly dried off and carried her clothes back into her room, with her towel wrapped around her.
When she got to her room, she locked the door and jumped naked onto her bed. She rested on her back and began to dream about Michael. She was stripping in the bathroom for HIM, and HIS masculine hands were fingering her clitoris. Molly began to run her clit in small circles as she dreamed about Michael doing it for her. Molly rubbed faster and tensed all the muscles in her legs, stomach, and pussy. Just before her orgasm started to build, the doorbell rang. Molly stopped immediately and scrambled to put on some clothes. She settled on some ultra-tiny booty shorts and a tank top. She opened her door and scrambled downstairs to greet the guest. Jason beat her to the door, and Molly froze. Grinning at her from the doorway was Michael!
“Hey, Molly!” Michael greeted. Molly slowly regained control of her legs and continued down the stairs.
“Hey Mikey” Molly smiled, “what are you doing here? Isn’t it a 4 hour drive to get here?”
She wrapped her arms around him and he wrapped an arm around the middle of her back, and the other behind her shoulders, with his hand resting on the back of her head. He pulled tighter.
“But you’re totally worth it, you know that!”
“Aww!” Molly cooed, “its great to see you.” She pulled him into her tighter. Michael was first to release. Molly let go quickly.
“So what’s there to do in Sacramento?” Michael asked.
“Not much, let’s just walk around.” Michael pulled Molly gently through the door. She felt like a princess as she stepped over the doorframe and she spun herself around Michael’s arm into his body. Her butt brushed his crotch, as she intended, and Michael wrapped his arms around her from behind.
“Mom, I’m gonna go for a walk!” Molly yelled back into the house.
“Ok, Moll, be back before dark.”
“Kay.”
Molly bolted out of Michael’s grip and sped down the road. She smiled at her own confidence. She turned a corner and pressed her back against the wall like a spy. She heard Michael’s footsteps racing from where she had come, and then he emerged and continued to run past her. Molly started laughing and Michael turned around.
“Ahh, you clever little… if we were in MY city, this would be reversed!” Michael retorted.
“Giddiyup,” Molly called as she jumped on his back and latched her legs around his chest. Michael took off in a slow sprint towards the park, which was really just a huge field were people hang out. Michael got to the field and sat down and lied down on his back, with Molly still under him.
“Did you forget about me?” Molly accused.
“Oh my god! Molly! I totally forgot you were there!” Michael joked.
“Wow, that makes me feel special!” Molly joked back. She released her legs from his chest and pushed Michael off of her. She sat on top of him, straddling him, with a leg on either side.
“Nice polka dot underwear,” Michael grinned up at her.
“Glad you like them!” She flirted.
Then, Molly made another move. She leaned forward and rested her whole body on Michael. Michael was completely lying down facing up, and Molly faced down completely on top of him. Michael’s feet were apart, and Molly fit hers perfectly between them. Her head was just to the side of his and her arms lay on top of his. She intertwined her fingers with his and he turned his head to kiss her on the cheek. Michael moved his hands up and across her back. When Molly turned back to kiss him back, Michael held her tighter and turned his face so Molly kissed his lips instead. It was a quick peck, then she backed up and they looked in each others eyes. Then, they both brought their lips together. Michael’s lips felt amazing against Molly’s own. Michael gently sucked on her bottom lip, and Molly let out a soft moan and parted her lips. Their lips fit together and their tongues did dances in circles on each other. They explored every inch of each other’s mouths, then pulled apart after a minute. Michael’s hands were resting on her back pockets, and Molly wriggled her hips and ground against him. He massaged her ass through her pants by squeezing and grabbing at her ass. Molly ground harder and he mashed his hands harder against her ass. Then, he slid his hands into her pants and started to massage her bare ass. Molly stiffened and stopped grinding her hips.
“Is this okay?” Michael asked, and pulled his hands out of her pants.
“Yeah, but not here. Look at those kids watching us.” Molly said softly into his ear.
Michael rolled over so that Molly was underneath him. She squealed in surprise. Michael grabbed her hands and pulled himself up, bringing her with him. This time, she jumped onto him and straddled him from the front. Her head rested on his shoulder looking behind him. Michael spread his fingers apart and held her up by her ass. Molly bent her head to kiss him on his neck. Michael started walking further from the park, and away from Molly’s house. She soon figured out where he was going. There was a creek that was a well-kept secret among the locals, and Molly had taken Michael there the last time he visited. Molly started kissing his neck again, making lines up and down his neck. Michael gave her a light squeeze on her ass. Molly used her tongue and started licking him in small circles, which was making Michael walk wobbly. She sucked on his skin, and Michael turned his own neck and kissed and sucked on hers. Molly felt her pussy get wet. She wiggled her hips, which ground her pussy into Michael’s stomach. Michael let go of Molly’s ass and she slid seductively down his body. When her feet touched the ground they were inches apart, and looked into each other’s eyes. Michael moved in for a kiss, and Molly closed her eyes. Michael kissed her on the forehead and ran towards the creek. Molly chased after him. Michael stopped at the water’s edge and held out an arm. Molly grabbed it and put it over her shoulder. Michael spun her in so she was pressed against him, but they were both facing the water. Michael put hands in her front pockets, and pulled her by her waist. He took out his right hand and held it just above her pantline. He slowly wiggled his fingers into her pants from the front. When he was just an inch in, he paused. Molly sucked her skinny stomach in and bent her head back against his shoulder to give his fingers better access. He kissed her on the lips as he pushed his hand through her jeans and under her tight spandex panties. He removed his left hand
from her pocket and used it to undo the button on her jeans. He slid the zipper down and started to run her with his right hand. He rubbed the top half of her pussy, spreading the lips with his outer two fingers and using his thumb to rub her clit through the clitoral hood. He used his remaining to fingers to massage her slit, and push in slightly. He kissed Molly on the lips again and they engaged in a tongue war. Molly’s beautiful blue eyes rolled back in pleasure, as she grabbed at her breasts through her shirt and pressed and kneaded hard. She bit down on Michael’s lip, but not hard. Michael speeded up his efforts before using his thumb to lift her clitoral hood and touch her bare clitoris. Molly moaned and squeezed her breasts with such force that Michael was worried they would fall off. Molly’s legs tightened together, locking Michael’s hand inside. Her pussy tightened like a vice grip, but Michael kept rubbing faster. “Ahhhh! AHHHHHHH!! Ohhh OHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Molly moaned until she was panting and out of breath.
“Okay,” Molly whispered, and Michael stopped moving. After a few minutes, Molly was able to relax enough to let Michael remove his hand. As he did this, he brought all his fingers over her clit, and Molly groaned in pleasure. “Uhhhhhhhhh..mmm”
“Thank you, that was amazing,” Molly panted.
“Anything to make you feel good.”
Michael said softly into her ear. He rezipped her zipper and buttoned her pants, but Molly put her hand over his and unzipped her pants again.
“What do you have in mind now?” Michael asked.
“I wanna repay you,” she said in a seductive moan, “and I like my pants undone.” With that, she reached for his shorts and pulled them straight down. Michael’s erection was obvious pushing against his boxers. She reached through the barn door in the front and pulled out Michael’s dick through it. She was impressed by it’s 7 inches, since she’d only occasionally seen her brother’s penis, which was well under 6 inches. Molly’s family was fairly open about sexuality, so Molly knew exactly how to please Michael. She inserted the tip of his dick into her mouth. She sucked in her cheeks and made rhythmic pumping motions. She took more and more each time, trying to surpress her gag reflex. Michael ran his hands through her long, blonde hair as she pleasured him. Michael relaxed his ass and leg muscles so he would last longer, but he knew he would cum anyway. Molly pushed herself against Michael’s penis until the tip hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, which made her throat contract around his dick, making him moan and shake.
“MOLLY–I’M–CUMMING!!” and Molly sucked harder, deeper, and faster. When Michael started to squirt, she slowed down and stayed still as Michael’s cum shot down her throat. Not a drop ever saw the outside of her mouth.
Molly slowly slid her lips tightly off his dick, and then crawled up his body and kissed him on the lips.
“You wanna taste?” She said sexily.
“I wanna taste YOU,” Michael flirted back.
“Ooooh!” Molly approved. She slid herself down his body, and lied on the smooth rocks near the water. She was fully clothed, but her pants were unbuttoned and Michael thought seeing her lying there with her legs slightly parted looking up at him lovingly was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“You look so beautiful right now,” Michael said. He crawled over her horizontal body and settled on top of her. He started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Oh, I can tell you’re gonna make me beg!” Molly pouted. That sent Michael over the edge. Molly’s pouting face was so sexy that Michael became a slave to her sexual desires. He forced her chest up and yanked her shirt over her head. He nearly broke her bra clasps as he yanked off the offending garnet. They were both breathing harder and extremely aroused. When Michael succeeded in removing Molly’s bra and saw for the first time what was underneath, he suddenly switched from horny and rough to horny and gentle. He lightly reached out and touched the soft fleshy B-cup mounds.
“They’re perfect!”
“Aww, I’m glad you think so. Cuz they’re all yours!”
“Ooh, sexy!” Michael grinned. Molly moaned as he gave each nipple a gentle pinch. Then he lowered his mouth over her left breast and soaked her boob with saliva. He flicked his tongue across her nipple and Molly moaned into his ear. He sucked on her nipple and massaged her other breast with his hand. Molly took advantage of having Michael on top of her and she slid her hands under his waistband and grabbed his bare ass. She could feel his boner through her pants as well as his. She pushed Michael down her body, towards her warm, wet pussy. Michael kissed all down her body, then suddenly turned sharply and went past her pussy. Molly knew she was being teased, and wanted to play along.
“Oh please just suck and lick me!”
And with it she grabbed his head and pulled him into her pussy.
“I like your panties, sexy.” Michael said.
“Perfect, if you’d just take them off then you can have them!”
“What’s the rush?” Michael teased. He started to kiss the wet spot on her pussy, making her moan and undulate her hips. Molly was so horny that she was sneaking an arm down her stomach, and now slid it under her panties to massage her clit.
“UhhhhhHHHHH!!” She moaned. Michael pulled her hand away and lifted both of her legs straight up into the air. Molly’s legs were straight up and held together. Molly’s horny fingers were back under her panties. Michael pinched the cotton at the wet spot and pulled them up her legs. He took them off her legs and let her legs fall back down. Then he got between them again and Molly parted her legs as much as she could to allow him access. Michael brought his face a tongue’s length away from Molly’s hot, wet cunt, but stopped to reach back and unzip his pants. He pulled his dick through and then looked up at Molly. “It’s getting uncomfortable in there,” he explained.
“IF YOU DON’T EAT MY FUCKING PUSSY RIGHT NOW THEN I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL… Ooooooooohhhh!!!” Molly was interrupted as Michael latched his mouth over her clit and started rubbing it with his tongue.
“Oh god that feel so gooood!!” Molly barely made out. Michael started licking around her slit, just to get her hornier. He stuck his tongue into her hole and wiggled the tip around. He let her moan a bit, then started to trace the alphabet into her pussy. He started with M, and wrote out “molly, i love you.” into her pussy. Molly was biting her bottom lip and fondling her breasts. Her chest was rising and falling like a seizure patient. Michael inserted his right middle into Molly’s mouth and the horny girl sucked on it like her life depended on it. Michael pulled it out and stuffed his saliva lubricated finger deep into Molly’s pussy. The rest of Michael’s fist hit the bottom of Molly’s body and Michael started wiggling his middle finger around inside her, while still licking her all over her clitoral hood and in the folds of her vagina. Michael wiggled his middle finger in a “come here motion rubbing against the top of her vaginal walls. He hit a patch of skin that felt different and he rubbed it in curiosity. It felt a little rougher, but not extremely different from the rest of her pussy. But he kept rubbing in there because he was so aroused by Molly’s reaction. She had rolled her head back, bit her lip, and made a long, high-pitched whine. It was the sexiest sound imaginable. Michael kept sucking and licking around her clit while fingering her g-spot with his middle finger. Molly was moaning and shuddering. Her moans grew louder and she started breathing hard and heavily again. She climaxed with a violent shudder.
Minutes later, Molly calmed down enough to sit up. Michael wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, like a precious possession. “Molly,” he began, “I love you.” he held the naked girl tightly and kissed her on her neck.
“Aww!” a huge grin came over her face, “I love you too.” They stayed in that embrace for about 5 minutes, then Molly wiggled her hips a little bit to make Michael let go. He did and Molly got up and picked up all of her clothes.
“I’m a little tired,” Molly yawned, followed by the sexiest nude stretch imaginable. When Molly reached for the sky, her breasts stretched outward and Molly bent her head back and looked up. Michael fell deeper in love with this beautiful creature. “Will you dress me?” she continued.
“I’d like nothing better.” Michael replied honestly. Molly got down on the ground and lifted both feet straight up in the air. Michael pulled her panties up her legs until they covered her pussy. He gave her a quick rub for good luck, making her squirm and smile. Next, he took her thin cotton booty shorts and dressed her with them. Molly stood up, still topless. Michael grabbed her bra and gave each nipple a kiss before he put it on. He clasped the back and pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her on her lips. She returned it, and they both collapsed to the ground again. Molly lay on top of Michael, and Michael’s hands found their way under Molly’s jeans and onto her bare ass.
Suddenly Molly got off of him and stood up. “C’mon, let’s go!” Molly called.
“Where?”
“To my house!”
“Why?”
“Cuz no one’s home for three hours!” she announced.
“Why are we still here?” Michael joked and they set off. Michael hand around Molly’s shoulders and her hand around his waist.
“When we get home, we need to shower,” Molly began. They both new where that would lead them:
Molly grabbed him by his arm and pulled him into the shower with her. Michael immediately pressed her against the shower wall and started kissing her. Molly turned her head away.
“You think I brought you in here just so you can fuck me?” Molly asked angrily. Michael retreated back a step, “Well, yeah.”
“Well I didn’t,” she started with a smile, “will you help me wash my back?” She handed Michael a bar of soap, and he eagerly took it and began rubbing it between his hands. When he was all soaped up, he rubbed his hands all over her back. He rubbed over her shoulders, and up to her neck, making her moan lightly. “Ohhhh that feels sooo good!” Molly moaned. This is when Michael really looked at how beautiful Molly was. Her hair glistened in the water, and drops of water on her face and chest added to her appeal. Water ran down her beautiful features, between her breasts, in the crack of her ass, and vertically down the middle of her pussy. Michael’s erection stirred. “You look beautiful,” he gazed straight into her eyes. “Thank you, now wash me!” Molly replied. She was horny as hell and wanted Michael to wash her and rub all over her wet body. Michael got behind her, then he went down. He soaped up her lower back and then down to her ass. He got in between her cheeks and tried to catch a feel of her pussy but discovered Molly had her hand cupped over her hidden treasure.
“Eh, eh, eh! Watch yourself.” she teased.
Michael continued down her legs slightly faster, since there was nothing else exciting left. When he had reached her feet, Molly turned around.
“Now, do my front.” she commanded.
“Ohh yes, ma’am,” Michael grinned. He stayed at her feet, and started up. This time when he reached her pussy she parted her legs a bit and let him in. She had no pubic hair because of the razor Michael spotted on the shelf, so Michael soaped her bare skin around her pussy, then went straight in. He pushed two soapy fingers straight up into her tunnel and started fucking her with them. She brought her hand to her clit and started rubbing herself in circles.
“Wow, you’re so dirty down here that I don’t think you’ll ever be clean!” Michael joked.
“Yeah.. I’m such a dirty girl!” Molly moaned.
“Yes you are! And I’m here to clean you up! Just look how much dirt you have right here!” And with that, he flicked her clit, making her lurch. “It’s so tough to get off,” Michael added, with another flick of her clitoris, and another lurch from Molly. Molly’s body started shaking and undulating, and Michael started fingerfucking her faster. She climaxed in a loud, drawn out groan and clenched herself around his fingers. Silently, Michael pulled them out with some force, and continued soaping her up. He soaped her breasts and washed them carefully so that any dirt that had accumulated over the last ten years had been washed away.
“Thank you,” Molly whispered, having just returned from her orgasm.
“My treat,” Michael grazed his hand over her cheeks, and kissed her on the lips. Molly kissed him back, but was first to break it.
“It’s your turn.” she said as she turned around and faced away from him. She bent forward and reached for her toes. Michael just stared at her beautiful ass. It was perfectly shaped, and he could see her pussylips sticking out. He slowly grabbed as much of her ass as he could and squeezed it.
“Oh, just fuck me as hard as you can!” She said. Such powerful words from a girl like Molly, who would rarely ever swear, was unusual. Michael’s dick had been hard since he had started rubbing soap on Molly’s wet body, and he easily slid it into her pussy from behind. He grabbed Molly around her waist and pulled her into him. Moans were uttered by both parties. Molly rocked her hips and pressed her ass against Michael’s stomach. Michael began pumping back and forth into her pussy. Water sprayed onto his stomach as well as Molly’s horizontal back, which made everything look more erotic. The water ran down Michael’s stomach and lubricated his penis, which was getting steadily closer to cumming.
“Uhhhh.” groaned Michael as Molly began to climax and her pussy clenched like a mechanical vice. Michael slowed down as they approached orgasm, and stopped He pulled out, and Molly straigtened up. Michael pucked her up, using both ass cheeks as grips. He pressed her against the wall and fucked her as she straddled him. Soon, he came into her and let Molly go. Then he slid down to the floor as all his muscles weakened. Molly sat down in top of him and gently fondled his cock lovingly.
“That was nice,” Molly said.
“We have to do this again sometime.” Michael agreed. He turned off the water and reached for two towels, but Molly stopped him.
“We’re not gonna need towels,” Molly grinned. She grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom completely naked and into her bedroom. She stripped back her bed covers and pulled him in with her. She covered them back up and snuggled against him. They rested in a spooning position until they were warm and dry.
“Are you hungry?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, but I need food before I do that!” he teased. Molly put on a thong and another pair of tiny booty shorts. Then she puts on a tank top without a bra and heads downstairs. Michael slips into his jeans and walks downstairs after her.
“Just sit at the table,” Molly offers.
“It’s okay, I like to watch,” Michael replied.
Molly reached up against the counter to open a high cabinet, and while she was reaching, Michael became incredibly horny. He came up from behind her and pressed his hips against hers, effectively holding her against the counter. Molly smiled and ground her hips into his. Michael kissed her neck and slid a hand under her shirt. He brought his hand up and squeezed her right breast. With his other hand, he goes under her panties and fingers her gently. He keeps this up until he gets bored and she’s breathing hard after multiple orgasms. He slides both hands under her panties and pulls them down from the inside. Molly knows what he wants, and she bends herself over the counter. Michael unzip his jeans and pulls his penis through the fly. He aligns it with her presoaked opening and pushed through. He fucks her in the kitchen for a few minutes. They’re both panting, Molly is moaning, “Oh my god, oh my god!! I feel so full!” and Michael’s moans are incomprehensible. Finally, Molly began to climax, “OH MY GOD!! I’M CUMMING! OHHHH MY GOOOOD!!! FUCK ME HARDER MICHAEL I LOVE YOU!!” and her pussy tightened around Michael’s dick, making him cum into her. An exhausted Molly reached up again to get a dish while Michael was still inside of her. Molly and Michael both groaned at the sensation before Michael pulled out and pulled up Molly’s booty shorts. They were both panting and Michael pulled her into a tight hug from behind. He kissed her on her neck and whispered into her ear.
“You know that for the longest time I used to imagine what you looked like under these shorts,” Michael began, “And I would try to peek up the leg when you sat down.”
“Well was it like you imagined?”
“Oh so much better!!”
“Haha, thank you!” She held her body against him and wrapped her arms tight across his waist.
“When did you say your parents get home?” Michael asked.
“We’ve got over an hour.”
Michael turned Molly so that she was facing away from him, and slipped his hand under her spandex shorts. She gave a light moan as he rubbed past her clit. Using his first and third finger, he spread her pussy lips, while he used his middle finger to run all along the slit. Molly pulled down her shorts and underwear to give him more room.
Suddenly, Michael swept her off the ground, and held her like a newborn baby in his arms.
“As soon as I get you up these stairs, I’m gonna eat you out until you’re screaming for me to stop!” Michael teased.
“My I don’t think you’re ever gonna be able to do that,” Molly teased, “Girls can go forever!”
“We’ll find out,” Michael challenged.
With that, Michael gave Molly a long kiss on the lips as he carried her upstairs to her room. Molly smiled up at him. She felt safe and loved in his arms. She was starting to get moist from thinking about what was going to happen next. She brought a hand to her pussy and started to rub her clit through its hood as Michael laid her down gently on the bed.
“Oh this is gonna be fun,” Molly thought aloud.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Hey thanks for reading. My real name is Molly, but I changed Michael’s name. This is mostly a true story, with a few details stretched for the sake of the story. I hope you liked it! Also, this is my first story so please don’t be to harsh, but also please leave some good constructive criticism so I’ll be able to write better stories in the future.

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Story 23 – The Old Men

Hi, I’m Lucy and I’m 24.
I guess if you’ve read any of my previous stories you’d know what a filthy slut I am. I’d been trying to stop having sex with the help of my psychologist but a couple of days earlier I’d lost control and had sex with a 16 year old boy I’d met at my gym. I met up with him a half dozen times over the next few weeks. Each time he emptied his load inside me, in my pussy, mouth and finally my arse it took away my cravings for a few days, but each time there returned stronger. My heart would pound in my chest and my blood would feel like it was in my veins.
Fucking the young boy left me yearning for more. He just didn’t seem to be able to make me cum. I’d been looking on a website, Fabswinger, to try and meet some people for some discreet fun. Once I’d put a picture up and got verified by a few skype conversations with other members, I started to get a lot of messages. Guys telling me how much they loved my pictures and what they’d like to do to me. How they’d like to force their hard cock up my pussy or arse, spunk in my face and on my tits. It all sounded good and got me hot but I was looking for something specific.
I got my wish when I was contacted by a guy called Trevor from Manchester. I’d put on my profile that I loved gangbangs and that I wanted to be used by a group of older men. Trevor was 64, much older than my 24 years. He and his friends lived in a retirement home and they had their own fantasy to act out. It seemed I was just the type of girl they were looking for.
I built up the courage and agreed to meet him and one of his friends in a bar opposite London Euston train station. When the day came I was nervous, I don’t know why. I’d fucked plenty of strangers and I had been in a number of situations where if I’d tried to change my mind I could have gotten hurt.
I arrived early, got a drink and sat in one of the empty booths. It was busier than I expected for early afternoon and there was a big 40 year old black guy at the bar who looked familiar. I couldn’t be sure but I think he paid to fuck me once, cuming in my mouth at the end of our session. I couldn’t remember all the guys I’d fucked whilst working as a whore, partly because they so often liked to fuck me from behind so I didn’t get to see their faces that much. I remembered this guy because his spunk tasted foul and it was one of the few loads I’d had to spit out rather than swallow. When he turned to look at me and whispered something to his friend I knew it was him. I wondered whet he was telling his friend.
Trevor had sent me his pic, so when he walked in with his friend I signalled to them to join me at the table.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Trevor said. “This is Albert.”
“Hi,” Albert said and smiled.
Albert was maybe 70, with grey hair but he was taller than Trevor and still quite muscular. He sat down on one side of me and Trevor sat on the other side. Albert’s hand found my knee and moved up the inside of my leg.
We talked for a while and finally got down to what they wanted to do to me. They had this little fantasy; Trevor and his 7 friends. They wanted to dress me up like a school girl and spit roast me all night. The thought of it got my pussy so wet that I had to slip off for the toilet to wipe my pussy.
I came out of the stall after a few minutes to find the big black client with the fowl tasting cum waiting for me.
“I locked the door,” he said. “How much to fuck you ?”
“I’m with friends,” I said.
“Fifty pound for a quickie,” he said. “I’ll cum quick,” he begged. He pulled the money from his wallet and handed it towards me. I took it and slipped it into my pocket before I undid my belt and started to pull my jeans down.
“How much for bareback?” he asked.
“Another fifty,” I replied.
He took another fifty from his wallet and passed it to me. I bent over the sink and looked in the mirror as he undid his belt and liberated his big black cock from his trousers. He took up position behind me and pressed the tip of his cock to my pussy lips. I could feel the tip slipping past my wet labia and gliding into my wet pussy.
He took hold of my hips and thrust into me as hard as he could. He picked up the pace, bagging my fuck hole as a moaned. It didn’t take long, but the hot streams of spunk flowing into me felt amazing. Normally, a load of cum inside me dulled my needs to be used and my blood would stop boiling. But the idea of getting gangbanged once more by Trevor and his friends kept my blood on fire.
I could feel the cock now buried inside of me softening; and then it slipped from my cunt with a load of cum that dropped into my knickers. I pulled my cum covered knickers up and felt te damp spunky fabric stick to my arse.
“Thanks,” he said. “I love fucking white sluts. Do you like black cum?”
“Yes, i love all cum. I can’t get enough.”
“Are you still at the whore house?”
“Massage parlour. Yes but not as often. If you ring up they’ll let you know when i’m working. Justdon’t tell them i let you bareback me. They aren’t too keen on that.”
He smiled. “I’ll see you soon.” He turned away and let him self out of the bathroom.
I quickly cleaned myself up and left the bathroom, making my way back to Trevor and Albert who were still sitting at the table with a pint.
“We thought you’d left us. You’ve been gone 20 minutes.”
“Sorry,” I replied. I looked over at the guy who’d just fucked me. He was whispering to his friend who kept glancing in my direction. 3 I bumped into a friend in the toilet and we got talking.”
“Albert thought you were backing out,” Trevor said.
I glanced at Albert. “Look, why don’t you take me back to your hotel and ehhh……, test fuck me,” I smiled.
They stared at me.
“Look, you came a long way and Albert still thinks I’m not going to go through with it.”
They agreed nervously, still unsure if I’d let them slide their hard cocks inside of my young pussy and ride me like a cheap slut. They followed me from the bar and they took me to their hotel, which was luckily just round the corner. My pussy was tingling and I didn’t think I could have walked very far without pushing something inside of me.
We took the lift up to the fourth floor. Albert’s hands stroking my arse lightly through my jeans.
Trevor fumbled with the key as Albert, standing behind me, pushed his hands around to the front and squeezed my tits. His tongue found me ear and he whispered “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
As soon as I crossed the threshold their hands were all over me. Squeezing at my tits. Trevor’s hands found my belt buckle and he started to yank at it hard as Albert caressed my arse. My belt came open, then the button popped and the zip of my jeans was pushed down. Trevor pushed his hands into my panties and I felt two of his fingers find my pussy. He jammed them inside me and finger fucked me vigorously as I moaned.
Albert thrust his tongue into my mouth as he pushed his left hand inside my blouse and cupped my left tit. Their groping got more forceful and I slipped between them, their bodies sandwiching me. I pulled at Trevor’s trousers, freeing his old hard cock
“You want me to suck your cock Trevor?”
“Yes, please,” he said.
I dropped quickly to me knees and took his cock in my hands. I licked the tip as it twitched and then took the whole thing into my mouth. It tasted salty, his precum coating my tongue. He rubbed his hands through my hair as his old cock rubbed against the back of my young throat.
“That feels so good,” he moaned as he began to thrust back and forward into my throat.
Albert knelt behind me and started to pull my jeans and panties down exposing my firm arse. His hands kneaded the soft flesh and his fingers found my cunt. Albert fumbled with my clit for a few seconds before pushing two fingers inside me.
“Her pussy’s so wet,” he said.
I smiled as I remembered the load of spunk still sitting deep inside me, lubricating for cunt for him.
He slammed his fingers in and out of me rapidly. I moaned loudly, my cries of pleasure muffled by the old cock fucking my throat.
“I gotta fuck her,” Albert said. “I have to cum in her pussy.”
I pulled Trevor’s cock from my mouth and looked over my shoulder. Albert rushed to release his rock hard fuck tool from his trousers. He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re going to love this,” he said.
“How old is that cock?” I asked.
“69.”
“Then fuck me with it.”
I turned away and Trevor forced his cock back into my gaping mouth.
I felt Albert’s hard cock against the flesh of my bare buttocks. He pulled my arse backwards towards him getting me into a position to be spit roasted. I felt the tip of his old cock against me vulva. He massaged my pussy with his bell end, smothering his cock with my cunt juices and black cum.
Albert grabbed my hips and thrust his cock straight inside me. He fucked me hard and fast. I moaned and sucked on Trevor’s rod.
“That’s it. Fuck this slut Albert,” Trevor said. “Fill her cunt with spunk.”
“Her pussy is nice and tight,” Albert replied. He pounded and pounded my cunt as fast as he could. He moaned and moaned until his thrust slowed and he screamed. Rope after rope of hot spunk flowed into me, filling my womb with his juice.
He fell backwards onto the floor exhausted. Trevor pushed me to the ground. I was flat on my back, on the carpet as he mounted. He pushed his cock slowly into me. I wrapped my legs round his back drawing his cock deeper into my fuck tunnel.
“Fuck her Trev,” Albert said. “Pump that pussy.”
“She’s such a slut,” Trevor replied as he ploughed my cunt. Thrusting his cock in and out of me.
I was in ecstasy. My body shook and waves of heat overwhelmed me as Trevor cried out and flooded my cunt with a second sticky load.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me too the floor beneath him.
“I never thought she’d really let us fuck her,” Albert said.
Trevor rolled off of me and sat up against the bed. “She’s a right slut this one,” he replied.
I lay on the floor exhausted. Albert stroked my head with his hand, “Don’ t worry baby. As soon as I’m hard again I’m going cum in your face.”
Trevor fingered my pussy, scooping a mix of spunk and pussy juice out of me with his fingers before feeding it too me.
“When you come up to Manchester, I’ve got 8 guys who’ll do things to you you’ll never forget. You’ll be their whore all night.
I smiled.

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