Adult Story

Such a Naughty Boy

This is the follow-up story (sequel) to my “Tale of Two ‘Tribbies'” story already posted at this site. I find it hard to put this story into a specific category. Tell you what. Why don’t you read it, and you’ll see what I mean. By the way, just for the record, everyone in this story is 18 or older.

First Day of Summer: My Introduction Continues

I was eleven when I sucked my first cock and got my first taste of cum. My cousin, Joe who was thirteen at the time introduced me to it. He sucked my dick for a few minutes then had me return the favor. He never imagined that I would suck his dick until he came and ask for more.
He had been sucking the cock of a thirty year old father of a friend of his and had decided to show me what he had learned. After I sucked Joe’s cock he took me to this guy and I sucked his dick also. Little did I know things would get even better.
“Joe,” Robert called to my cousin as we swam in the pool. “Want to see if I am ready?” Joe swam to the side of the pool and hoisted himself up. Robert was wearing a terry cloth robe with nothing underneath. Robert opened up his robe and I caught a good sight of it before it’s soft flaccid length went into Joe’s mouth. In just seconds Robert pushed Joe away. His dick had been brought to life by Joe. Robert’s dick, I would later learn, was a good seven and one half inches long. All I knew was that it had been an hour since I had sucked a delicious load of cum out of it and was already wanting more.
“Ready for some more dick, Alex?” Robert asked?
I did not answer. I just started swimming to the side of the pool. Joe had already engulfed Robert’s dick with his mouth. I got out of the pool and kneeled next to Joe. I watched as the a good three quarters of Robert’s cock, slippery and shiny with saliva worked it’s way in and out of Joe’s mouth. I felt my mouth start to water in anticipation.
Robert tapped the side of Joe’s face with a finger and Joe moved off of his cock. I got the feeling that Joe and Robert had been doing this for a while. “Alex, suck Joe’s dick for a bit. I have to get something.”
I climbed out of the pool and as I approached, Joe laid back in the poolside lounge chair. He stroked his dick a couple of times. I got between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. I loved the way it felt as it moved in and out, back and forth into my mouth. I loved the harness of the shaft and the spongy softness of the head. “I can’t believe you haven’t done this before today.”
I just shrugged in reply. Joe moaned and bucked his hips. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t cum just yet. I have a treat for you.” Robert said as he reappeared.
“I wasn’t cumming.” Joe answered. “He is just so damned good.”
“Who would have thought he was such a natural?” Richard said. “So we just take him to the next step.”
“Alex,” Richard put a hand on my ass. “This might sting a little, but it will feel good before you know it. You let me know if you don’t like it, okay?”
With a mouth full of cock I could only say, “Mm hmm.”
Robert dipped two fingers into a jar of cold cream and then rubbed the outside of my asshole with it. It felt strange, but it also felt good. After a few moments I felt a tentative probe of my asshole with a finger. It felt slightly uncomfortable but I felt no pain at all. But through the uncomfortable tightness, I also felt a bit of pleasure. Before long I knew he had his finger in my ass, as I could feel his hand against my cheeks.
I felt a second finger slide in next to the first. Waves of pleasure started to wash over me as Robert worked the fingers back and forth. I started pushing back against his hand. “You like that?” Robert asked.
I moved my mouth off of Joe’s cock and breathlessly said, “It feels wonderful!”
“It gets better,” Robert said. He pulled me back to the edge of the lounge chair. He put both hands on my ass and spread it slightly. He dipped his fingers into the jar of cold cream and then stopped short of smearing any on his dick. Instead he spoke to Joe. “Joe, come here. He is your cousin. Only fitting you take his cherry.”
Robert held his fingers in place and I ground my ass against them. I could not believe how incredible it felt. Robert pulled his fingers out of my ass hole and I could not hold back a long, “No!” in protest.
“It’s just for a minute and you will love it.” Robert said. I watched as he smeared some cold cream all over Joe’s dick. He had Joe kneel behind me and guided his dick to my asshole. I felt the spongy head of Joe’s dick against my asshole as he gently pushed it in. There was no real pain, only a slight discomfort as my asshole resisted for a moment. “Slowly, Slowly. Slowly push it all the way in.” Robert instructed.
After a minute I felt Joe’s stomach against my ass. I pushed back against him. Joe slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was still in my ass then he pushed it back in. With each stroke he kept increasing the rhythm and with each stroke the pleasure was getting better and better for me. I grabbed the sides of the lounge chair and started moving back and forth, meet each of his strokes.
“Is that good, Joe?” Robert asked!
“Oh yeah it is!” Joe answered breathlessly. “It is better than his mouth!”
I felt Joe’s dick grow harder in my ass and seconds afterward I felt the first warm splash of cum. I felt Joe dig his fingers into my ass cheeks as he groaned. I placed my head down on the chair and reached back with both hands, pulling him to me by the legs. I knew he had cum and knew he was about to pull away and I could not bear the thought of it. I wanted more.
“No! No!” I said. “No! Don’t stop!”
Robert got to my side and stuck his dick in my mouth. I felt Joe’s cock grow soft inside of me and on one stroke he pulled out to far and his dick popped out of my ass. He tried but he was too soft to go back in. I felt a warm stream of cum drip down the inside of my leg.
Robert pulled his dick from my mouth and positioned himself where Joe had been. I felt him squeegee the cum that had run down my leg with his cock. His dick slid into my ass with no pain at all, but I felt much more pleasure. I felt an overwhelming desire to be kissed. I lifted my head up, reached back and wrapped my arm around Robert’s head and pulled him to me. He gave me a clumsy kiss.
I felt he wanted to kiss me also but our position did not allow it to be done well. He pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled me over to my back. He placed a folded towel beneath my ass had me spread my legs for him. He slipped down, took my cock in his mouth for a few moments then moved up and slipped his oh so awesome cock into me again. As he started grinding against me he placed his mouth on mine. When he broke the kiss he started humping hard. I bucked up to meet his every stroke. I felt the same sensation I had felt earlier. A glow and my dick grew harder between us. I was cumming! I felt my cum spew between us and I arched my back and moaned. It was the best thing I had ever felt. A look of curiosity crossed Robert’s face, like he had trouble processing what had just happened. He placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up a bit. He started slamming into my ass hard and I was in complete and total ecstasy. And it happened again. My cock started spewing thin clear ropes of slippery fluid as an orgasm washed over me again. This proved to be too much for Robert as I felt his dick grow hard and pulse deep inside my ass. I felt him grow soft inside me and I protested. Ground against him, trying to get him hard again to no avail. He said he wished he could fuck me again but he would probably not be able to until the next day.
Joe and I showered together and I went down on him, trying to get him hard again but it did not happen. He got half a hardon and the best I could do was squeeze out a couple of drops of cum in the end.
“How long have you and Robert been doing that?” I asked as we walked home.
“About a month. We only did the sucking thing. I did not even think of sticking my cock in his ass or letting him stick it in mine.” He answered.
“Would you let him do it to you now?”
“No. I loved doing to you and wanted to do it you again, but ran out of gas. I don’t want to be the one with the cock in the ass though. Did you like it?”
“I loved it. When do you think we will be able to do it again?”
Joe just shook his head.
We walked into the house just as Joe’s mom, my aunt Layla was hanging up the phone. She had called Robert’s house looking for us. “It’s Tuesday, Joe. Or had you forgotten?”
“Oh crap! Karate!” Joe exclaimed.
“That’s right. Get your Gi and hurry up or we will be late.” She turned to me. “If your Uncle Harvey or Jessie get home before we get back, tell them that dinner is in the oven and they can either eat or wait for us.”
My aunt, Layla was my mom’s sister. She was plump but amazingly curvy. One of those women who looked a lot better with a few extra pounds on them than thin. Uncle Harvey and Jessie (Harvey’s brother) owned an auto parts store. Jessie had lived with my aunt and uncle for as long as I could remember.
Jessie was about the same age that Robert was. He arrived home just a couple of minutes after my aunt and Joe left. I told him about dinner. He thought for a second then he said he would wait. My Uncle was stopping off at a bar for a couple of beers anyway. He would not be home for at least an hour and a half.
I went into the living room and turned the TV on. I heard the water to the shower in Jessie’s room start running. I felt my dick grow hard in my jeans. My thoughts went back an hour or so to Robert’s big dick and how it had felt when he fucked me. I remembered how disappointed I felt when neither Robert nor Joe could give me anymore dick. I wondered about Jessie.
I went into Jessie’s room. The door to the bathroom was about a quarter of the way open. I peeked in and saw Jessie, his head tilted back as water fell on him. His eyes were closed. He was tracing circles on his nipples with the fingers on one hand and with his other hand he was stroking back and forth on a big thick cock. Much thicker than Robert’s and way longer. Soapy foam squeezed through his fingers as he moved his hand the length of his cock.
I was so transfixed on his cock that I did not even notice when he opened his eyes and saw me watching him. I was startled when he spoke. “Like what you see?”
“Um..uh..what are you doing?” I stammered.
“You don’t know?”
“Not really.”
He turned the water off and moved to face me. “You want to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Stroke it for me. It won’t bite you.”
I walked to him. Jessie took my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. It was rock hard and appeared to have grown a little. It looked much bigger in my hand. He held me by my wrist as he started moving my hand back and forth. After a few strokes he let go and let me jerk him off on my own. Jessie took a bottle of hair conditioner and poured a little on my hand. His cock got all slick and slippery as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. He asked me to get undressed and in the shower with him. I looked at his quite massive dick and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.
I put my clothes in a neat pile on the floor and stepped into the shower. Jessie was rinsing the conditioner off of his cock. I pushed his hand off of his dick and rubbed the last of the conditioner off. Jessie put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down. He caressed my head as I opened my mouth. Once I closed my lips over his dick all gentleness was gone. He shoved his cock into my mouth until my face was pressed against his stomach. It surprised him that I pushed hard against his stomach seeking even more cock than what he was giving me. He started fucking my face. Thrusting in and out. Every few strokes he would shove the whole length of his cock into my face, press my lips against his stomach and hold it there for a few seconds.
“You like that, don’t you little fuck!” He asked.
With a mouth full of cock, “Mmm hmmm!” was the best answer I could give him.
“I was hoping you would be willing to do this some day. I thought about your cousin, Joe. But he’s family. That would not be right, but you! The things I can do to you!” He held my head tighter and humped into my mouth even harder. “You gonna eat my cum, you little faggot? You like to eat cum?”
I had gone from not even knowing that cum came from dicks to loving cum in the space of a couple of hours. I wanted nothing more than feel my mouth fill up his cum at that moment, but I also knew what answer would most excite him.
“Please,” I said, pulling my mouth off of his cock for a second. “Don’t cum in my mouth. That stuff is gross!”
Jessie stuck his cock back in my mouth. “That is too bad you sick little queer. You will take every drop I give you!:
His pre-cum dripped into my mouth. I knew my prize getting close. He kept fucking my mouth, his dick getting hard with every stroke. He started to grunt. “Hold up,” he said, pulling his dick out of my mouth. He tilted my face up. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little bit. I want to see this”
I followed his instructions. Jessie started to stroke his dick like he had been when I first saw him. After a few strokes he would push it into my mouth, slide it in and out a couple of times then start stroking it again.
“I’m gonna cum!” He tilted his head back.
I said, “No. Don’t! Not in my mouth!” I pulled my face away.
This excited him. “Shut up you little queer! Now open your mouth!”
Opened my mouth and the first spurt of thick salty cum hit my tongue, skidding to the back of my throat. Jessie shoved his dick mouth for two strokes then pulled it back to where it sat on the tip of my tongue spurting cum. Jessie held my head and shoved all of his cock into my mouth and held it there. It pulsed and throbbed spewing the last of the cum I so loved straight into my throat.
When Jessie released my head I worked my mouth slowly back and forth over his dick. Hoping it would get hard again. Jessie was completely breathless and said, “Damn you little fag. That was great. I can’t believe you had not given me any of that before.”
I took his dick out of my mouth, “I was not doing it before. Not before today, anyway.”
I went back to sucking on his dick as it went limp in spite of my best efforts to keep that from happening. Jessie’s cock got halfway hard but no more. It was a big disappoint to both of us, but we made do. “Open your mouth again.”
I opened my mouth and Jessie started stroking his cock really hard and really fast. It was than a minute
before he shoved his dick into my mouth and started working it back and forth and cumming almost immediately. This time he did not want to see the cum go into my mouth. He just face fucked until it was done.
As we were getting dressed after getting out of the shower I asked Jessie, “How often do you do that?”
“Do what?”
I moved my hand back and forth in front of my crotch.
“Jack off?”
“Is that what it is called?”
“Yeah. It’s called jacking off among other things. I do that everyday, at least once. Twice a couple of times a week. Today was one of those two a day days. Usually, I jack off in the morning when I shower for work.”
In the mornings, my Uncle Harvey would leave at about 6. He hated doing paperwork in the evening so he would go early in the morning to catch up. My Aunt Layla would leave about 7 to pick up parts at the bus station and local shipping companies. She would them take these to the store, sort them and deliver most to auto repair shops around town that had ordered them. She always came home at noon. Jessie never left the house 8:30.
“See you before your shower in the morning?” I asked.
The first day of my summer and it was shaping up to be a good one.

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Moving up in the Cumpany

Kind of a first time thing, decided I’d give writing a try.
It’s probably horribly and definitely a slow burn, so sorry in advance if you choose to read on.
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MOVING UP IN THE CUMPANY
In between jobs, John took whatever work was available. Being a quiet 18 year old, he knew he’d never quite fit in at a call centre but he took the job anyway knowing he had to make some money to continue paying the bills. Bills like the trips he had to take to make his long distance relationship actually work. It was tough but on weekends he’d do a lot of travelling to go see his girlfriend. They met in high school and were quite attached though often enough he seemed to feel more like the relationship was forced and the thought of breaking up seemed less favorable because she was all he had known and he didn’t want to be alone.
On his first day John walked in and was greeted by a nice girl at the front desk. He tried to pull together his words, “I… uhh just got hired and..-” She cut him off, “Oh yes right this way.” She said with a big smile. She walked John to a large room that had an enormous table in the middle surrounded by desks facing the walls with computers on them.
“Your trainer will be here soon, but for now you can wait here with the other trainees. Good luck Josh.”
“I uhh named..uhh thanks.” Was all he could get out.
She turned to walk back to her desk and half spun back to look at him again, with a small strand of her blond hair hanging infront of her face- she winked, and he caught a glimpse of her name tag that just said “Crystal”. That and that her blouse had cracked open briefly and he’d managed to get a peak at her breasts, which were big enough to be wrapped around his cock until it disappeared.
Trying not to think about that, John could tell he was turning red. Luckily none of the other trainees were paying much attention to anything and his shyness went undetected.
John sat there playing solitaire on his phone and texting his girlfriend who was asking him how it was going. He made sure to leave out his little incident with Crystal. Knowing somebody had winked at him, she’d have forced him to find a new job-and he needed money!
As the trainees rolled in, John noticed that this profession must have attracted more females than males. There were some elderly folks, some teens like him, a few girls who were carrying on merrily about the joys of child rearing, and a few girls who reminded John of Crystal at the front desk. Again, trying not to think about that-he carried on attempting to learn.
Days went by, John wouldn’t say a word. He went to his work, rushed by Crystal trying to make eye contact and dove into learning the ins and outs of tele-sales.
One morning John hadn’t been able to sleep too well and he must have drank at least a pot of coffee because by the time he got to work it was piss time and he had a dilemma on his hands.
He could dash up the stairs, down the hallway, through the training room and into the bathroom there, or ask Crystal if there was a bathroom closer. By the time he had pushed open the doors the decision was clear.
“Hey crystal..I umn, do you..is there a bathroom down here?”
She giggled and beckoned him behind the desk to the office area “come with me sweetie.” She said with a smile so wide that it showed off how perfect her lips would be wrapped around…but John of course tried not to think of this either. This made John blush again and he was positive she noticed this time.
She brought him to a door in between two empty offices,”managers must not have to get up as early as the rest of us.” John thought to himself. She knocked on the door with that perky way of hers and another females voice answered on the inside “One second please” Crystal sighed and rolled her eyes and called out “come on Trish, how long does it take to get dressed!?”
John blushed again when Trish swung open the door half clothed with a lacy baby blue bra covering her large tanned tits and though he felt like a pervert, she and Crystal started laughing so hard that Trish hardly could get her work shirt on before walking out of the bathroom.
In the bathroom, john unzipped his pants and whipped it out. The pee stream basically started before he was even aimed and most of it caught the seat which he would clean up but the even worse part was how erect he was and how noticeable it would be given that he chose to wear that day. John did manage to calm himself down a bit. Cleaning up pee isn’t very sexy-even if it’s yours. Splashing some water on his face, he reached for a paper towel and dried himself off.
Feeling relieved he grasped the door handle and turned it and it swung around to a position on the door where it was upside down but still locked. “Fan-fucking-tastic” he thought. What was he to do now? He jiggled the knob around a bit and still nothing. He knew what had to be done. He at least was still early for work but the anxiety of what had to be done gripped him so hard he nearly fell on the floor and curled up into the fetal position.
Knocking on the door he yelled “Crystal!??!” In response he heard her red high heels clacking on the floor, in stride towards the bathroom of doom. There really wasn’t a thing about her that he didn’t find attractive. Though trying not to think about it, he decided his girlfriend was getting a pair of high heels after his next paycheck. Ones that would sit firmly behind his naked thighs while he drew his knob in and out of her, and they had to be red.
“What is it Josh?” Crystal spoke into the door. Staring down at the ground screaming at his erection, telling it to fuck off and go away, John meekly said “The door handle, I think it’s broken. It’s turned all the way around.”
“Hold on, let me try” Crystal’s muffled voice said through the door. She began turning the knob, pounding the door and with each thrust she’d let out a little “ummph” this was not helping John’s pants situation at all.
Finally she popped on through the door and saw John standing awkwardly in the room.
“Are you claustrophobic?” She asked.
“No, just not in love with the idea of being locked in a bathroom for the whole day” John let out, surprising even himself. She giggled and he laughed a little bit too. She then grasped the broken side of the door handle and closed it.
“It’s so weird, it worked for Trish, it worked for me this morning. Why’d it decide to break on you?” She curiously questioned.
“Ummn I’m not sure.. haha.. probably just my stupid luck I guess” John Laughed.
“I suppose…” Crystal said, turning the knob to leave. At this point they both were struck with the same cold realization that Crystal had just effectively and unintentionally locked both herself and “Josh” in the bathroom together. She turned back to look at him “I am so sorry” she said in a sad tone.
“Do you have a cell phone? Nobody is around today they’re all in meetings.” Crystal inquired.
“uhh..yeah..and” John gazed at his phone, “it’s dead…or not working or something, fucking technology”
As if planned they both stared at the door and sighed saying “Crap” in unison.
For ten minutes they tried different methods of opening the door, and for ten minutes John listened to Crystal’s sexy little noises while attempting the door. On one occasion they both were pushing on the door and he nearly got so close to her she would have felt his erection grazing her butt cheek but he moved like a ninja out of the way.
Finally, they were defeated. Crystal stood in front of the door, sweating wearing a face of frustration. John stood with his back against the wall across from the door. They knew they were screwed and how this would look if a manager were to catch them. This didn’t seem to be a problem that plagued Crystal’s mind though.
Breathing heavily, crystals curvy bust lifted up and down. John was staring, she didn’t notice…or mind he supposed.
“Well we’re stuck.” She frustratedly noted.
“Yeah…” John could only answer.
A few minutes passed and they both managed to calm down a bit. Suddenly Crystal looked up at John and said, “Y’know, it isn’t all bad.” Standing in front of the door, her dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, her blouse ruffled, sleeves rolled up, legs wide, in a black skirt and red high heels she reached up to her top button.
She popped the top button, and the front of her blouse bounced open revealing her extra sized bust in a pink push up bra. It was as if even if she hadn’t opened her shirt, at any point during the day her clothes might had ripped at the seems and those weapons of willpower destruction would bounce out and John would have a real problem on his hands if he was around for that.
“I can see it Josh,” she teased “I felt it when we were prying on the door.”
“I umnn , ugh ..” John could only say.
“Shhhhhhhh” Crystal moaned with one finger placed in front of those delicious looking red lips, “Come on, let him out Joshy. I can tell he wants to play.”
John was wrong, now he had a real problem on his hands. But without any control over his own motor functions, as if his penis had completely taken over control of his body, he reached for his zipper. And that’s when Trish popped open the door spanking it into Crystals ass and scaring the complete crap out of her.
“Oooooo thanks Trish,” she yelled and then whispered, “guess we’ll just have to wait until next time huh Josh?”
“uhhh” is all John could get out.
Out of the bathroom, finally. John raced to his training room and walked in on the middle of his class.
“I ughhh got stuck in the bathroom” John stuttered.
The whole class laughed, he sat down in his seat, red faced, hoping that nobody noticed his still pointed crotch.
The cute girl that sits next to John leaned over and said “Hey john, smell my shirt!” It was an odd request but he knew he had to do it otherwise she’d bug him about it for the rest of the morning.
Leaning over he saw straight down her shirt. She was wearing a top that showed an immense amount of cleavage and considering she was already incredibly massive in the tit department, he got the whole show while taking one long whiff of her shirt.
John leaned back and they both said it together, “pancakes!” They both smiled. He knew she was a bit of a stoner but she was pretty funny for what it was worth, and though she was probably stoned right now-hence being excited about the smell of her shirt, John let himself get excited about it with her.
“I made some this morning, chocolate chips, maple syrup…blah blah blah…”
John was off in his own world. He imagined this stoner…Brittany, pouring maple syrup all over her tits and asking him to lick it off. Given the size of them and how much syrup that would take, he’d likely be diabetic by the end. So he decided the best idea would be then to dip his wand in between them, let her mash them together, give her tits a nice fucking and then allow her to suck all the maple syrup off. Then he’d make her pancakes and cum on them because they’d be all out of syrup. He was a weird kid.
Back to reality.
It was lunch time and John had to pee, again. Racing to the bathroom only to find that this bathroom was out of order, he decided that he had to use the bathroom of doom, again. Subconsciously he’d hoped that Crystal would notice and follow him in. To hell with his relationship. It was too much for a man to bear and he was either going to fuck his way through this or quit his job right now.
Gunning down the stairs he glanced at Crystals desk. The older Secretary Janice was at the helm, Crystal must have been on lunch. Probably sudducing a drive through attendant. John asked Janice if he could use the bathroom in the staff area stating that he’d tried upstairs and it was out of order. Janice of course let him go and he wandered down the hall.
Because he was a clever guy, John decided he’d do something smart here and pull a business card he’d gotten in training out of his pocket, and use that to keep the bolt on the door open while he peed. Therefore, ruining the doors plan to get him locked up again.
John walked into the bathroom, set up the door and turned around only to find Brittany sitting in the corner, smoking a joint.
“Oh shiiit” she said, revealing her british accent.
“Oh Britt I’m sorry I’ll-” John was interrupted.
“No, stay. Care for a drag?” Brit inquired.
“Oh no I’m not really a-”
And the joint was placed between his lips. Shrugging, John took a bit of a drag and exhaled deeply.
“Ya…good shit right?” Britt asked.
“Oh, uh.. yeah!” John guessed.
“I wanna show you something k? Close your eyes Johnny.”
“Umn alright pancakes”
“Did you just call me pancakes”
“I can smell pancakes”
“John you’re stoned already!” Britt laughed, “okay open them”
Brittany was now standing a little in front of john, completely topless. Her tits were perky. They were large. He would have to use a whole bottle of syrup. Her pink nipples came out to big peaks and they were pierced with little silver studs.
She said not a word but went right to her work, tossing the joint into the toilet she undid John’s belt, slid down his pants and looked up at him.
“I’m going to suck your cock John.” she told him. She was a weird girl.
She placed the tip of John’s dick on her tongue, revealing that it was also pierced. With a twist of a knob on the bottom of the stud, her piercing began making a “zzzzz” noise. She then engulfed his entire tip and the vibrations pulsated through his shaft. John moaned and placed his hand on her head which must have excited her because she began moving her head faster and faster.
Beckoning him to lay on the floor John complied and she pulled off his pants the rest of the way. Brittany then went right back to work on his dick. Her big British beauties were hanging down, the studded nipples caressing John’s balls. He was in heaven, his phone suddenly went off and having not realized it was in his hand (or even functional) Brittany looked up and smiled.
With a mouth full of dick she groaned “Have you a girlfriend?”
“Uhhh..” John replied.
“Guess I’m a dirty girl then” Brittany muffled and then went back at it.
“You want to take a video so you can flog off to it later?” Brittany asked.
At this point John literally smacked himself just to see if he was dreaming. He was not, so he turned on his cell phone camera and began shooting his film he decided he would entitle “Pancakes sucks me off”.
Over and over, up and down she polished him moaning and smiling and staring up at him and his camera. At one point she began using her tits instead and at one point used both her mouth and tits. John was getting the tingles and jingles so he tapped her and she smiled intensely, pulling his cock out of her mouth she said “Come on John, give me a big mouthful, I’m your dirty girl” John nearly came just from that, but then the door opened.
Crystal walked in and slammed the door shut.
Waltzing over to John Crystal looked flabbergasted.
“What the hell are you two doing?” Crystal asked.
“I think it’s pretty clear, we’re making a porno. I’m sucking off John and he’s going to cum in my mouth” Brittany answered.
Passing over the few times John threw in a “umm” or an “uhhh”, with Johns cock still firmly in Brittany’s grasp, she talked Crystal into enjoying the show.
Crystal sat down on the toilet lid, spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy intently. Brittany went back to sucking and licking and tit-fucking the complete shit out of John’s cock and the bathroom became a moaning hot mess.
John decided he’d do something about Crystal.
“Come here Crystal” John motioned for her to come over to him.
She complied.
“Put your pussy in my face, I wanna taste it. I can see it from here”
Crystal nealt down on her knees and sat herself right down on john’s face. Brittany moaned harder, John could feel the heat coming off of her twat on his leg. He started eating out Crystals tasty treat while holding onto her ass. Crystal moaned and sighed loudly, but nobody was afraid of being caught, after all the bosses were all at a meeting.
Suddenly Brittany stopped what she was doing and John felt her move, he saw her pants fly up near his face and all of a sudden she had completely smothered his cock into her tight little box. It was so wrapped around it John couldn’t help but moan loudly. He was kind of thinking he’d started fucking her ass but upon glimpsing briefly he could tell he was wrong.
As they kept pleasuring each other John could hear Brittany and Crystal making out, they were grabbing each other. Crystal reached down and took John’s phone (still recording) out of his hand and placed it on the counter where it would be able to catch all the action.
With John’s tongue licking Crystal’s Clit like crazy, and his cock fully plunged into Brittany’s tight little box, both the girls began moaning hard. John knew they were going to orgasm right here and he was trying to hold back the excitement. When Crystal moved to adjust herself again John could see that Crystal was also fingering Brittany’s pussy. It was wet down there, she must have been licking her fingers, though Brittany’s Pussy had been dripping all over to begin with. As they both reached their high points John slid his thumbs into Crystals ass and she moaned loudly and screamed out “Don’t stop Joshy!” “Oh my god, fuck yes!”
In a flourish of bouncing tits and muffled moans both girls were completely satisfied. Britt got up off of John’s Cock, Crystal leaned forward. There work apparently was not done.
They both picked a side of John’s cock and slid their lips up and down it, kissing it, licking it, taking turns with it. Crystal returned the favor and shoved one finger into John’s asshole while Brittany had John’s whole cock in her mouth. Suddenly, John knew he was about to cum, Brittany Reached up and handed John his phone.
The two began whispering in each others ears. If this was a sport, they could win a medal purely based on the ability to jump right into a new team and work together as such.
Crystal started “John, we want you to film us.”
“Sucking your big fat cock” Brittany returned.
“Until you cum, all over” Crystal teased again.
“our faces” Brittany ended it.
With that they both continued their playful up and down the sides game, Crystal started plunging her finger deeper and deeper, then two fingers, then faster, into John’s ass, and then when they knew that he was about to cum, crystal grabbed John’s cock.
“Let me spill it on you first Britt, this is how a business lady jerks off a cock” Crystal said with a smile.
Crystal jerked off John’s cock and John began to cum, most of it glazing Brittany’s lips, then, Brittany took over and Crystal got a taste, then they both put their lips on the top and the rest came out and spewed all over them and in their mouths, Crystal’s fingers still quickly in and out of John’s asshole. They began making out and licking the Jizz off the sides of John’s cock until even more came out and John was dizzy.

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It has been long since I wrote something but to make up for the lost days to my funs I think is about time I give you a true story about my friend and I. I changed her name in the story, just in case

First Anal, with a Man Pt 2

If you haven’t read My First Anal with a Man, you might want to, to get an idea of the first time I got fucked, and to give you some background for this story. It’s not required, but it might make it easier for you to follow.

A Short Train Ride

A Short Train Ride
I bumped into him at the porn club where I usually took a bottle of wine to share with the manager Brian. I had been a member so long that I only went downstairs to the two small cinemas when a couple came in to play.
That evening whilst chatting with Brian, a friend of his came whom I had seen before but not really got to know. We shared the wine and got on to our main interests that drew us to the club- wonderful horny women who liked to play. He and I got on really well.
He then made a proposition to me that was quite a challenge. I agreed and would wait for him to phone me on my mobile when it might happen. This is the story of what actually happened.
I had forgotten about the chat at the club. Then out of the blue Stan rang me and asked me if I was still interested. I replied, “Of course.”
“Well Sheila and I are coming up to London tomorrow for the day for a bit of what she loves and I wondered if you would like to partake in a little fun. She doesn’t know I rang you but she knows I can arrange this kind of thing.”
We agreed to meet at the hotel at Victoria Station, one of the main lines into London, at 1030 in a bar we both knew. I wasn’t to greet them but when we had both arrived I would go to the loo where he and I would make arrangements.
I arrived just before 1030 and ordered a coffee. About 1040 they arrived and Stan gave me a wink and settled down with Sheila nearby. So I had a good view of her as she sat sideways to me about 12 feet away. She was blonde about 45-50 and quite trim and wore heels and stockings (I thought) and a light black cotton coat buttoned up, but without a belt. Her breasts were not too apparent under the coat. I had to imagine what she wore under the coat.
Once they settled I rose and went to the loo. I was followed by Stan. He said she’s game. In fact they had a bit of fun on the way up from Brighton but that’s another cameo. We agreed I would go out of the hotel first and wait for them to come out and follow them.
Once back in the main station, after a few minutes they emerged from the hotel and began to walk to the underground. I immediately followed them down the escalators to the underground to join a train going north. I kept a few feet from them but never got too separated. The platform was very crowded and I began to lose sight of them. Don’t panic Ian I thought. But I then heard the sound of the train in the tunnel at some distance but they approach fast. I moved along as quickly as I could, then suddenly I saw her blond hair. They had walked some way along the platform and waited. The train arrived quite crowded. I moved closer to them and got on behind her and Stan was in front of Sheila. We were at the end of the carriage where there is a single door. I was the last in. The doors closed and we were wedged. Sheila had her back to me and Stan provided cover for both of us.
The train picked up speed and she relaxed a bit. Because the train was crowded her back was pressed against me. I found myself in a position I had imagined but didn’t possibly think would actually happen.
Tentatively, I moved my hand to her hips and over her rear and just pressed a little toward her. She pressed back firmly on to my growing hardon. I took that as a yes. I moved my right hand down her leg at the back and tucked into her coat. I began to slowly lift her coat running my hand up her leg and thigh over her stocking. Yes they were stockings. I had reached her soft flesh. Her continued pressing against me encouraging me to go further.
Her flesh was deliciously warm as I stroked that warm softness across her upper thigh at the point where it met the cheeks of her bum. No apparent panties. She seemed to like what I was doing as she pressed more firmly against my groin. Encouraged and running my hand round her thigh I ran into plenty of hair and noticing she was indeed panty less. My fingers explored her hairy wet warm cunt as I slid across her soaking labia and into her vagina and up across to her clit. With my other hand I suddenly found that her sleeve was a wide one enabling me to move inside the sleeve under her arm pit on to her chest and across to her left breast. The nipple was tight and stiff from a slightly floppy but fullish tit.
She squeezed even harder against me in silent recognition of my sexual onslaught.
The train began its deceleration into the next station. I thought it was an all too brief sexual interlude. I was right up against the door. Fortunately the platform was on the other side of the carriage. I paused. Sheila didn’t move or look back at me as if I was still a stranger in the carriage whom she had to involuntarily squeeze against. Stan winked at me in recognition of my, so far, successful exploration of his partner.
More people got on the train than got off. So the effect was more intimacy. But Stan controlled the pressure on us. He didn’t want to make it impossible for us.
Slowly the train began to speed up leaving the station. As it did so I resumed my movements on her clit and tightened my fingers on her hardened nipple. At full speed Sheila was getting into a beautiful rhythm as my finger slipped and slid around and across her stiffened clit. Pressing her nipple really hard, she began to tense her whole body. Glancing at her face, she had clenched her eyes, her lips silently braced and she came in my hand as I increased the pace on her little power source. I heard her quietly squirm at the pinnacle of her cum.
As she came down, she took her hand out of her pocket where it had resided, her other hand on a vertical rail for support, and squeezed my erection in recognition of her induced orgasm. Stan just gleamed at both of us. He looked pretty high too. All this in the space of what felt like five minutes.
I was on a high too but thought, well at least I’ve provided a good service even though there was not much more she could do for me.
The train slowed again. She signalled to Stan that she wanted to move on, gave me a final warming grip of my cock and moved out of the carriage.
I quickly made the decision to follow them. They were changing train lines, involving a change of platforms. I was becoming expert in keeping up. Though it was about 11 in the morning the underground was still busy, with visitors and tourists who just got in my way as they struggled to make sense of where they were going. My knowledge of London’s underground enabled me to follow them on their way to another line and platform. Going up an escalator, Stan viewed me from the neighbouring escalator and winked again. Sheila didn’t see me.
Arriving at the next platform, I followed a few yards behind and waited, as did they, till the next train arrived. This time I was able to get in with them. We found ourselves, again at the end of carriage except that Sheila was standing and resting against a bum rest facing out and I was directly in front of her with the door to our right and Stan to my left. Again, beautifully tucked in.
“Weren’t you on the last train? Sheila beamed at me as I responded, “Yes, my pleasure.”
I moved forward feeling encouraged by my covering of her by my full winter coat, by her comment and slipped inside her coat to feel her stockinged thighs again. She helped me by undoing one button on her coat, enabling me to slide my hand up beyond her stockings to her still wet pussy.
However, this time she went for my zip inside my open coat that provided a cover for our activities. I had decided when I prepared for this morning not to wear underpants. So when she began to explore she found herself stroking my cock already hard. We played with each other.
“Here darling let me look after you this time.”
There wasn’t either the time or the space to be able to fuck without being observed but Sheila took both hands to stroke my balls and wank my cock as I also fingered her wet pussy that had leaked onto her thighs. I slid a spare hand in her coat to grasp her nipple again and gave it a squeeze. She smiled and quietly whispered in my ear,
“Darling, you’re not good at taking instructions are you? Let me look after you. Just hold me. Don’t try to get me off again – no time.”
For some reason my eyes scanned to the right of Stan. Looking very closely at me was a woman in her late 50’s giving a very searing look at me and Sheila. In an instant she knew exactly what was going on. I was just about to panic and attempt a quick withdrawal when she just smiled benignly at me, giving us a silent acquiescence. Fucking wonderful. The world can be just brilliant. Sheila was not in a position to see or be aware of this potential, but averted, blow to our pleasure.
I smiled back and relaxed just holding Sheila’s warm soft thighs.
“Cum for me now. You look ready. Just shoot at my pussy. Don’t worry about the mess I love it. I had a lovely mouthful on my way up on the train. Yours will add to my creaming.”
In my ear she murmured, “Yes let me have it now.”
Just as she made the comment I felt her hand harden on the head of my cock, much firmer than she had been doing. I had not cum for a day or so. As I went over the top, not making my usual noisy outburst but stifling it in her hair, she kept going, rubbing every drop of spunk out of me as it shot out and slid on and down her pussy hairs.
She let go and I slipped back behind my open zip. I gave her a warm hug just as the announcement came for the next station. We smiled at each other. I glanced at Stan who returned my smile as did my observer who realised what had happened and just beamed at me. Sheila gave me a final hug just as the train slowed at the platform. I kissed her cheek and wished her a lovely time for the rest of their travels.
I got off the train with the sexual observer right behind me. I caught her eye again.
“Some people get all the luck don’t they? Thanks for the show. Wish it were me.”
I was just going to reply when she was joined, by what appeared to be her partner or friend and bid her, “I wish it were to.” We went our separate ways.
It was really just a quickie, but a very memorable one that depended on impeccable timing and good luck. I was aching to share the story with my closest friends but only the ones I could trust and who knew me well. Brian, back at the club loved the retelling. I’ve enjoyed sharing it, once again, with you.
And the cameo on the Brighton line? They found themselves in an empty carriage with just a young 18 year old opposite and facing them. For Sheila it was just too, too tempting. She slowly opened her stockinged legs to the young man. At first he didn’t notice but he looked up a little from his mobile on which he had been texting and found himself looking at her knees. She continued opening her legs until her tops were revealed, then, and in the full light of the morning sun, she displayed her pussy hairs. Seeing his response in his groin she used her fingers to open wider and revealed the glory of her glistening wet lips. His eyes rove between her pussy and her face to see her intentions were aligned with what was happening. He registered positive as his cock began to harden.
Nodding to Stan to keep an ear and eye to passing passengers, she reached forward to his zipper and pulled it down and dug for his cock. Pulling it out she leaned further forward and took his hardon straight into her mouth. She proceeded to suck him to an extremely quick climax, deftly swallowed his load, wrapped back behind his zipper, stood up, blew him a kiss and departed to another carriage with Stan. (This little cameo was relayed to me by Stan back at the porn club a week or so later, when we reminisced about our underground travels with Brian).

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Forced To Be Female Part 3

During those days other inmates constantly made fun of me, spit on me, groped me and told me that soon everyone will be getting some of that pussy. I was asked if I liked it, has Mike split you in two. Don’t you want some white cock or is dark meat all you enjoy? It was constant and the only time I could get away from it is when I was alone. I was always scared, scared of what Mike may do, scared that someone will find me alone and rape me and scared that this would never end.
After those 3 days Mike decided I was healed enough to fuck. He came down to my bed after lights were out and had me dance for him. When my ass was facing him he started to pull my panties down. He lubed himself and finger lubed my ass. It hurt with just his finger, I hated to think he was going to stick his cock back in me. He spoke to me gently and told me we were going to take it real easy. He said that he wanted me to enjoy it. I thought to myself that I could never enjoy this, but I didn’t tell him. He lowered me on to his cock slowly, he told me to make soft moans, so I did. As it pushed against my asshole, I reactively tightened and he told me to be easy, if I am tight it will hurt. Try to loosen up for me. I tried and it worked somewhat, it went in slowly and didn’t hurt as much.
He held my hips and made me get into a rhythm. He kissed the back of my neck and rubbed my bare legs. I could tell he was getting ready to get off, because he picked the rhythm up. Finally he stiffened and shot his load inside me. It felt like he had gotten off a lot, because it felt hot when he got off. I was so grateful it was going to be over. When he finally pulled me off him, I was facing away from him and he punched me in the kidney. I doubled over in pain. He started to ask me something about the mustard bottle. He asked me if I had used it. I had actually forgot about the mustard bottle (for douching) and I said no. He grabbed me by my hair and put something sharp against my throat. I couldn’t see what it was but I was scared. He told me to get on my knees and I did it immediately. I could tell he was really mad. He said look at my dick, I looked at it and it was flaccid by now, but if had shit on the head and mixed with cum and grease. It was gross. I told him I was sorry and that I would use the mustard bottle from now on. He still had a hold of my hair and he told me to clean it. I started to look around for something to clean it with, and he pushed my head closer to his dick. I said Mike, I can’t do that. Please don’t make me do that. He said clean it, and pushed me closer. Mike, please no Mike, I said. He told me to open my mouth and put the sharp object next to my ear. I opened my mouth and put his whole dick in. I closed my mouth with my lips and drew back to bring the mess into my mouth. When I pulled off his dick he grabbed a wash cloth and made me clean what was left off. I still had this mess in my mouth and wanted dearly to spit it in the toilet. He held my head with one hand and put the sharp object next to my eye. He said that there was cum in my mouth with that shit and we don’t waste cum. Swallow it. I couldn’t say anything, I shook my head and he said again swallow it. You don’t need this eye to be my bitch, so swallow it or lose the eye. I swallowed it and started gagging he then let me go so I would not gag on him. I puked in the toilet and when I went to the sink to wash my mouth he grabbed my hair and threw me on the bed. He said I think I want you to learn a lesson from this, so lay there with that taste in your mouth until I decide you can wash. If you puke, you will clean that up to, so I wouldn’t puke. I laid there trying not to taste the inside of my mouth. I could feel it in my teeth, stuck in my throat, and all over my tongue. I didn’t move anything in my mouth. Saliva started to form in my mouth and I had nothing I could do with it except to swallow it. Finally after what seemed a lifetime, he let me wash my mouth. This took a very long time. I couldn’t get rid of the taste.
The next morning while I was making Mike’s bed, he told me that I need a new name. My new name will be Society. If anyone other than a guard calls me by anything but Society, I need to ignore them. Everyone needs to learn your new name. He also told me to see one of the queens and ask how to use the bottle, if what happened last night ever happens again, I would be eating shit for a week. Another thing he said, training starts tonight. I asked him what he meant and he said he didn’t want to ruin my surprise.
After supper I rushed back to our cell and used the mustard bottle to douche with. I needed to make sure I was clean. I didn’t want to go through a repeat of the night before. I finished just before Mike came back for evening count. After count Mikes 3 closest friends came to our room and I served coffee and a pack of cookies. He made me dance for everyone. They were grabbing me, pinching my nipples and pulling my hair. Two of the guys left the room and stood outside the door talking. Mike told me it was time to train. The other guy pulled my briefs down and pulled his cock out. Mike pulled his cock out and told me to get on all fours. He got on his knees and grabbed my hair and pushed my mouth on his cock. The other guy was lubing my ass with his finger, I felt his cock push slightly against my asshole, just before he slammed it into me. I wanted to scream but Mike just pushed his cock deeper in my mouth. The guy was fucking me hard and tears was coming down my face mixed with makeup when I was abruptly pulled off Mikes cock and the guy pulled out of me to shove his now ejaculating cock in my mouth. Mike took the other guys spot in my ass. My asshole was burning and the pain was shooting into my stomach when the first guy finished buckled his pants and left the cell. Another guy came in and pushed his cock in my mouth. Again I was pulled off the guy I was giving head only to have Mike push his cock in my mouth. He blew his load all over the back of my throat and on my tongue, when I felt the next guy enter me from behind. Mike didn’t leave the room he watched as the next two fuck me and shot cum in my mouth. When they were done, I went to the shower room. Twelve shower heads in a single room. I was showering and crying when this big black guy came over to me and told me that he had heard that I had some training tonight. He said that I would need that training for when it came time to take his cock and he grabbed my hair and made me look at his cock. It was huge, it was huge while it was soft. He let me go and I finished quickly and went back to the cell.
It wasn’t bad enough to have used me like they did, but they made a point to make fun of me. They asked me how they tasted, who came the most, which dick hurt the most and if I could taste my ass on their cocks. Mike told me that it was a good thing I used the mustard bottle. I would have been licking up quite a mess if I didn’t. I went to my bunk and didn’t say anything. Finally after they left and lights went out, Mike sat on my bed and asked me if I felt sexy. He said that all of his homeboys want to fuck me and they think I am sexy. I lied and said that I did feel sexy knowing everyone wanted to fuck me. He made me give him a massage and when I was done he started stroking his cock. He told me to bend over so he could see my ass, pose for me he said. I did and swayed my hips for him. Surprisingly he got off quickly, but when he did he made me lick the cum off his hands and fingers. He said remember cum is yours, none ever goes to waste. I knew you would be a good bitch he said. I think I will keep you.
The training went on for two weeks or about that. Every night 3 or 4 guys fucked me, rarely the same ones. They started playing games and instead of cumming in my mouth they would shoot it on the floor or on the toilet seat or on their own feet and make me lick it up while they laughed. It was explained to me that they couldn’t get off inside if someone else was going to use my pussy. It wouldn’t be right.
After the training was over, I was told that it was time to make some money. Society is going to make some money he said. I was to go to my room after count and get ready (put on panties, makeup, shave, and douche.) One of Mike’s homeboys would be outside my door to take money and watch for the guard. I was to have a pair of sweatpants handy incase a guard was coming, but most of the guards could care less what was happening as long as they didn’t have to do anything. I would service the customers $3 for head and $5 for a fuck from 6 to 10 weekdays and 6 to midnight on weekends. My first customer was the guy from the shower. When I saw him come in the door, I was immediately scared. He came over to me and his first question was if I had sucked any cock that day. I told him that I hadn’t and he grabbed me and kissed me hard, putting his tongue in my mouth. I was shocked, but I responded and kissed him back. He stepped back and told me to pull his cock out of his boxers. I moved closer and reached my hand into his boxers and held his cock. I pulled it out, it was partially hard and huge already. I told him that I wasn’t sure that he won’t hurt me with that. He said we would go slowly. He made me lube him up, but not with the hair grease that we usually used. He had a bottle of baby lotion. I squirted the lotion on his cock and rubbed it all over, making sure to use a lot. He had me bend over the bottom bunk and squirted some up my ass. He was true to his word. Slowly he pushed in, pulled out when I couldn’t take it and tried again. After 6 tries he was able to get it in. I thought I was going to die. He started slowly and didn’t bury it. He went easy, talking to me, telling me that he knew he was big and how he gets turned on by seeing how much pain his dick causes. He started to pick up the tempo, going deeper and it really started to hurt. I told him it hurt and he asked me how much. I said it was really bad and he started to really fuck me hard. He said that he uses baby oil instead of grease because it tends to dry up and he really likes to see his bitch squirm. I started to scream, telling him that I couldn’t take in anymore. He laughed and kept on until finally he pulled out and squirted all over the floor. I went down on my bunk in pain, I was sobbing at this point. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head on his cock. I was choking, I couldn’t breathe and he finally let me go. He pushed me on the floor and told me to clean it up. He put his foot on my back while I did. When I was done, he pulled me up to look at him and told me that he would be a regular customer. I like that pussy and your squirming. I will be back tomorrow.
I had two other customers that night. One fucked me and I could barely stand it. When Mike arrived I told him what had happened and I didn’t think I could do it again without it ripping something inside me. He told me he would make a rule to use grease. The next night I was surprised when Mike told me I had the night off. He told me that he didn’t want me to have to go to the infirmary. I was relieved. He made me stay in the room to rest my pussy. I was there about an hour or so under my covers so anyone coming by couldn’t look at me through the window in the door. I started to feel a stirring in my groin. I had not masturbated since I got to this prison. I closed my eyes and thought about my ex-girl friend. I couldn’t seem to keep her firmly in my mind, she kept getting replaced by black cocks in my mouth and in my ass. I stopped masturbating and started telling myself that the stress of all this is the problem. I went to sleep.

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