Adult Story

Brenda

Author: male raised in a rural area with not much to do when growing up, luckily sex was a big part of life in those days.
While of average height and looks I was pretty tanned and toned due to an active outdoors lifestyle.
These stories are true and not embellished * but names have been changed as I still know some of the subjects 40 years later …
*This story is mostly true … I have just taken things a bit further than what actually happened by adding a bit of fantasy to the actual events.
Brenda
Brenda was a friend of my parents and was married to Tony, She was a very active sporty person involved in tennis, netball etc so she had a very well toned body with smallish breasts which suited her small frame.
She had married Tony several years before but Tony’s accident had put paid to their plans for a family as well as stopping his sporting endeavours.
Tony had been in a logging accident and had lost a leg, part of his hips and his penis so they had fashioned a bit of skin around his urethra so he could at least Pee standing up without pissing all over himself.
Tony couldn’t waterski any more but enjoyed driving his ski boat so had kept it after the accident so we could still have out summer holidays at the weir.
This true story happened when I was a teenager as my birthday was always enjoyed on our annual summer vacation camped on the waters edge of the large weir a full days drive from home.

I woke at first light with the side of the tent bathing the insides in a soft creamy light, it was going to be a good day as it was my birthday and Tony and Brenda would be arriving with their boat so we would be spending the day water skiing.
It was a Sunday and the weather was glorious as I stepped outside into the gentle heat of the early morning, felt like it was going to be a hot one as well.
As I stretched I saw some movement over at mum and dads friends Lorraine and Johnny’s tent, Lorraine was backing through the tent flaps and her nightie was being pulled up her back exposing her loose white Panties to me and even better was that one side had pushed right into the crack of her bum showing me a great view of half of her pussy … I could actually see the dark curly hair and the pink gash … what a way to start the day.
My cock sprang to attention making my own private tent in the loose frontal section of my speedos making my half hard cock poke straight out in the loose material looking worse than it really was, I stood there slack jawed until Lorraine turned towards me and saw me staring.
Her face lit up as she bellowed “Happy Birthday Shamus” and rushed over to me giving me a huge hug squashing my head in between her big braless tits as my semi hard cock was pushed in between her legs against the pussy I had just witnessed.
If I wasn’t hard enough before I sure was now.
I really took no notice of the words gushing forth from her mouth, all I noticed was the warm womanly smell of her, those big tits swinging loosely against my head as she jiggled and my rock hard cock now pointing firmly upwards digging in to her slit.
She hadn’t said a word about my erection but had to know it was there, it was not possible not to feel my raging hard on pushing hard up against her pussy as it throbbed in the warmth of her crotch.
Up to now I had been standing there with my hands at my side and maybe it was my imagination as I was sure my cock was pushing inside her … I could feel the head surrounded like it was pushed just inside her hole, all I know was it was all too much for me and I could feel my sperm racing up the length of my cock and I grabbed her and thrust involuntarily as my spunk gushed out the end of my cock into my speedos planted firmly against the folds of her Pantie clad pussy.
I hung on tightly trying hard not to thrust as 5 or 6 strong jets of cum burst forth, Lorraine was pushing my shoulders back as my cock thrust against, or inside, her, my legs were shaking and I could do nothing to stop myself until the force of my orgasm subsided and my legs regained strength enough to make a run for it.
Lorraine was talking but I couldn’t look at her as I felt the bright red of my embarrassment wash over my face and I sprinted for the water close by and dove in wishing I could just stay on the bottom.
My Birthday was ruined!
As I ran out of breath I surfaced to see Lorraine standing knee deep in the water, the front of her Nightie pushed in to her slit and a small wet patch surrounding it.
I looked up at the concern on her face then she squatted down pulling the Nightie and Panties out of her self giving me another brief glimpse of her dark pubes and the open hole between her lips, “sorry Shamus … I didn’t realise … sorry” she stuttered.
I couldn’t believe it, she was saying sorry to me for me half raping her!
I fumbled out an apology blurting out” Sorry … when I felt it touching you I just could stop myself”
She giggled “and it felt like you got it about half way in as well”
Lorraine laughed and tussled my hair, “lets just keep this between ourselves OK” and squatted down into the water washing the cum stains from her Panties
The material went transparent and I groaned out loud as she rubbed her hand across her Panties, She furtively looked around then kneeled up until her Pussy was just clear of the water and pulled her Panties to one side giving me a close up view as she pushed two fingers inside herself then tousled my hair again saying “Happy Birthday … Lover” and giggled as she rose up and dived in.
She swam up beside me and was chatted for a while, I was hoping she would do something more but it looked like that was the start and end of it.
Johnny and my parents and sister soon came down to the waters edge to chat and wish me a Happy Birthday, I stayed in the water until my new hard on had calmed down then we both started to get out, Lorraine’s Nightie was plastered to her waist and her Panties where completely see thru allowing us a great view of her bum as she walked towards the tent, Johnny spoke loudly “ jesus Lorraine … you want to give the boy a heart attack or something ?”
“huh” she said turning round giving all of us a perfect view of her dark pink nipples, black curly pubes and open pink gash clearly visible through the light see thru material.
All of stared at her near nakedness until she looked down going bright red and bolted for the tent amid laughter and cheers … I just turned and dove back into the water with another hard on.
Tony and Brenda arrived with their boat a short time later and we spent the day enjoying the water skiing.
I was still as horny as a Mallee Bull and had never really perved on Mum and Dads friends before but this morning episode had really awakened my libido and I spent the day studying Lorraine and Brenda
Lorraine was a very tall woman with large breasts and wide hips, very open, sexual and flirty, mid to late thirties I had just never noticed before.
Brenda was very much the “girl next door” type, early thirties, short like me, dressed conservatively and didn’t really show much but you could make out a very firm and toned body, her new brown coloured Bikini was a tight fit on the edges but the material was very thin and billowy as if they had put a size 16 bikini into size 8 elastic.
I think it was styled in the parachute style that was the “In” thing at the time
It showed pretty much nothing at all, not even the size of her breasts could be guessed at, its one saving grace was that when it was wet the thin material clung to her shape and you could make out the exact shape of her nipples and could see the individual shapes of her pubes if the wet material was touching them.
Being the centre of attention all day did not give me a chance to head off into the forest for a quick wank to relieve the tension … I was near busting and having a hard time trying to keep it down.
After lunch time we took the boat and one of the cars over to the pub on the other side of the lake for a late lunch, it was a great spot with most people arriving by boat so plenty of perving material for me as 90% of the people were in their swimming costumes.
The adults all enjoyed a few drinks with the women all getting quite tipsy and we stayed a lot longer that normal … “as it was Shamus’s Birthday” so they said.
I think the only reason we even left was because a big dark cloud was heading our way and the wind had really picked up promising a big storm and the temperature had dropped markedly.
There was only 2 seats in the boat with any protection so when Mum, Dad, Lorraine, Johnny and my sister piled into the car there was no more room so I went in the boat with Brenda and Tony.
As soon as we hit the open water the spray washed over the boat so Brenda beckoned my to come forward and sit on her lap, it was a tight squeeze and my bum was forced back hard into her lap and I could feel the hard points of her nipples in my back as she hugged me too her to warm up but within a minute of the rough water she complained loudly that my bony bum was hurting too much so it might be a good idea to swap places.
We swapped round and I leant back in the seat to give her room as her knees where touching the bulkhead, this sat her bum right in my lap, lucky it was very cold.
Brenda was bouncing in my lap and the boat bucked over the small waves and my cock started to harden pushing out into my speedo’s “pouch”
I was warming up feeling the soft smooth bare skin of her back and thighs against me, I tried thinking of anything and everything apart from her body moulded against mine but my cock continued to lift up towards my stomach in its little pouch until the top surface of it touched the join between her upper thighs.
The waves were getting rougher and on one big bounce she lifted off my lap allowing my cock to point up further and it speared up between the gap in her legs against her crotch.
Brenda felt between her legs to see what was touching her and let out a loud ooh when she realised it was my cock she was touching whipping her hand away in fright.
We hit another big wave and she lifted off my lap again allowing my cock to move further in to the upright position and as she slammed down my cock pushed hard into her crotch and we both let out a very loud yelp as my stiff cock bent in half trapped in her crutch.
Tony yelled sorry and slowed the boat as my cock quickly deflated from the pain, Brenda half turned as if to say something but changed her mind and wiggled a bit until the pressure was off my softening cock.
It was going to be a long trip at this speed but it was a lot more comfortable now with just a gentle bouncing of the boat instead of the previous crashing we had experienced and at least my cock had gone down even if it was still trapped in the up position.
Yep, you guessed it … as the pain receded the same feelings began to resurface and my cock started to stiffen again pushing up against her crotch forcing it to bend in half as it grew, it wasn’t too bad as if it got too hard the pain would start and it would ease off.
The gentle bouncing had Brenda’s bum moving up and down a bit allowing my cock to bend and straighten but she wasn’t saying anything so I was hoping she wouldn’t get to upset with me.
A big bounce moved her forward so she pushed back into position and I felt the pressure release from my cock as it no longer bent.
Oh My God I thought … my cock must have either moved into the crack of her bum or had hit the deeper section of her crotch where her hole was.
Brenda bounced further forward again but my cock moved with her so I knew it must be trapped in her opening and that thought made my cock stiffen to its full hardness with no resistance.
I looked down at her bum and her bikini was still in position so my cock must be pushing the loose fabric up inside her … Oh My God, I was inside her pussy and a few seconds later the thought of it made me shoot my wad inside her as we bounced over the waves.
Luckily the bouncing must have hidden my thrusts as Brenda didn’t say anything but she had to know I was half embedded inside her vagina.
Oh my God I thought, I have cum with my cock touching 2 older ladies today.
My cock softened slightly but remained trapped inside her, the soft bouncing allowing it to moves in and out slightly … but then I realised the movement was more than it should be, Brenda was pushing against me so once again my cock hardened up .
Brenda was timing her thrusts with the bouncing … oh yeh … she was fucking me !!
The material reached its limit inside her when I was about ¾ of the way in so Brenda started sliding up and down my pole about an inch or so, god it felt good.
After a couple of minutes Brenda leaned forward and really moved up and down with the bouncing, my cock was getting about two inches of movement then I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft rhythmically as she came pushing me over the edge as well shooting another load deep inside her.
Brenda pushed herself up but couldn’t get far enough to remove my cock from her so she adjusted her Bikini and plopped back down again, my cock gradually softened a fair bit but the bouncing was sliding my cock in and out of her slippery hole and I hardened again.
This time my cock went even deeper with the material loose enough to allow full penetration of my little 6 inch cock.
Brenda was now riding the bounce like trotting a horse, it felt awesome as she slid her hot wet pussy up and down the full length of my rock hard prick, I was in heaven and felt her pussy contract again as she came again.
Brenda slowed her movement as she came down from her high but the bouncing gave me enough movement to continue slowly building up towards my orgasm.
Pretty soon Brenda started thrusting down on my rigid pole again and I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
She desperately rode my slowly softening cock and managed to get herself off.
I noticed Tony look over at Brenda out of the corner of my eye and heard him say “you alright love?”
Brenda just sighed and said “yeh, its just so uncomfortable”
Tony replied “not long now, I can see the camp”
My cock had gotten almost fully hard again inside her as we neared the shore … shit I thought … what do we do now?
As we coasted up we both moved as one to the side of the boat and Brenda pulled herself free of my cock and dived over the side with me following a couple of seconds later watching the material filled hole in her rear end as I hid her from view.
After diving low and washing my self I grabbed the rope Tony threw me and hiding my soft erection I walked directly away from the boat and soon had it tied to a tree and returned to unload the boat.
Brenda was up to her neck in the water saying out loud “its much warmer in the water” as she tidied herself up.
Brenda headed for our tent walking past without looking at me so I didn’t know if I was in trouble or not but couldn’t help being happy as I had cum three times in the last hour and a half … woohoo !
We packed the camp up before the storm hit and retired to the campfire under the tarp, at least it was a lot warmer on shore even with the rain pelting down.
Tony spoke “so how has your birthday been Shamus?
“awesome Tony … just awesome; the best birthday ever” I grinned
Brenda had been sitting quietly since we got back with her head hung low but I noticed a small smile lift the corner of her mouth and a few minutes later she seemed to brighten back up to her bubbly self.
An hour or so later the others arrived back in the car saying they had a bit of trouble getting across the many creeks and it looked like Tony and Brenda would have to stay the night.
As we all crowded into our tarp Mum said to Brenda “you can have Shamus’s double mattress, he can sleep in the back seat of the car.
We then cooked up a great meal with birthday cake and everything before the rain drove us into our tent so the adults could continue drinking and playing cards.
Although it was a bit early I snuck off to my mattress and curled up under the covers watching them from the darkness of my room pretending I was asleep.
I watched from the darkness remembering every vivid detail of the day and managed to sneak a slow pull on my cock when no one was facing my way, it just stayed hard as I couldn’t complete the job in case someone saw the mess.
My poor old cock was up and down for the next hour or so and I was dying to spill my seed but couldn’t take the risk so my balls were starting to hurt and I was considering just making a mess and putting up with the trouble I would get into when they decided to head off to bed.
This was bad, I had a huge hard on and they were about to send me off to the car to sleep.
I willed myself to go down with no luck but Tony came to the rescue saying “Just let him sleep, there’s plenty of room for the three of us” to my Mum as she was about to lift the covers.
Mum handed Brenda a long Tshirt to sleep in as they had only intended to stay the day then headed off to bed.
Brenda slipped the Tshirt on and did that amazing womanly thing by removing her Bikini top from underneath it then slipped her Bikini bottoms off and slipped under the covers.
I was facing towards her on the edge of the bed so as she backed up to me she felt my rock hard cock touch her bum and she jerked forward again making Tony ask “what’s wrong ?”
Brenda whispered “He has an erection again !”
“again ?” asked Tony,
“yeh” said Brenda “it was poking into me on the boat ride over”
“well don’t worry about it, I bet he won’t mind if he wakes up and I’m sure you miss feeling a good stiff one” laughed Tony.
“yeh it was pretty nice” gushed Brenda as she backed up against me making room for Tony with my cock slipping under the hem of the Tshirt and touching her legs.
I nearly groaned out loud as my cock was only an inch or two away from her naked pussy and the way she had slid up against me had bent my cock down at an angle trapped against the gap in her legs.
The kissed and murmured for a while until I heard Tony ask if it was still hard, “Yes” said Brenda “its pushed hard up against my legs but pointing down”
They kissed some more and there was some wriggling around and I could smell the heat and pussy wafting up and soon could hear the faint squishing sound and low moaning as Tony fingered her.
I was so close to cumming that my cock was throbbing and probably the only reason I didn’t was because it was bent down so hard.
Brenda was really getting hot and starting to move a bit then as she groaned out loud she spread her legs and my hard cock whipped up hitting Tony on the back of the hand causing him to jerk away in surprise.
Next thing I knew I felt Tony’s hand grab my cock and push it up and back right into her entrance, I couldn’t help myself and started to cum pushing my cock hard up inside her as far as I could get as Brenda tipped over the edge into her orgasm at the same time with Tony rubbing his hand across her clit and kissing her hard to stop the moans escaping her mouth.
As we came down from our peak I started to languidly slide in and out enjoying the feeling of my cock slipping through her slippery insides, Brenda remarked “oh god don’t stop, it feels sooo good”
“Did you like that hun ?” asked Tony
“You alright Shamus?” he asked me
“That was awesome” we both replied at almost exactly the same time we said then laughed taking some of the tension away from the situation.
“I can’t believe you did that” said Brenda to Tony “but I’m glad now you did” as she kissed him and started to push back onto my hard cock.
Tony could see she was heading for another orgasm so he lifted her Tshirt right up and started sucking on her Tits as she leaned back onto me spreading her legs so Tony could rub her pussy again.
I was Rock hard again and now that it was all out in the open I could start to thrust hard and deep loving the feeling of sliding full length balls deep into her cummy pussy.
Tony slid down and started licking her clit with my balls hitting his hairy chin occasionally which felt a bit weird but I was so worked up that I didn’t care and couldn’t stop if I wanted too.
I reached up and grabbed one of Brenda’s boobs rolling her nipple in my fingers loving the feeling of her small but very firm mound in my palm and had to hang on for dear life as she started on a very long and hard orgasm grabbing the pillow to cover her face as she moaned loudly.
I was so close to cumming but couldn’t quite get over the edge as her pussy seemed to gape open taking the pressure off … I was so close I kept thrusting harder to try and get over the edge but Brenda said “Stop, its too tender “ to us but I couldn’t stop as I had finally got to the edge so she moved up and my cock slipped out sliding up her slit instead where Tony was still mouthing her clit and I started pumping my cum into her slit and over her clit, Tony just kept on sucking and copped a load to and in his mouth as he realised what had happened and sat up spitting.
Brenda laughed when she saw my mess on his chin so he leaned back in sucking up the mess on her pussy and the head of my still dribbling cock and then kissed her pushing my cum into her mouth.
I was in shock … ewww, I had just cum in a blokes mouth and Brenda had not been too impressed to receive a mouthful of Cum and pussy juice, Tony on the other hand thought it was a great joke as he watched the looks on our faces.
We all calmed down and I drifted off to sleep … it had been a great birthday!
I awoke next morning to find my normal hard on sticking out against Brenda’s hip and leaned up for a look.
Tony was snoring loudly, Brenda was laying on her back so looked under the covers to find her legs spread slightly and the Tshirt down over her tummy with her naked pussy dribbling cum out of the bottom lip and making its was down her cheeks over her bum.
I felt in between her legs and slipped a finger inside her sloppy wet pussy, she moved but didn’t stop me so I moved over her on my arms and slipped the tip of my cock in between her lips sliding it up and down in between until I found her hole.
As I started to push in I knew I wouldn’t last long as watching my cock slide slowly in and out of her lips as I slowly worked the head of my cock deeper was really turning me on.
I kept up the slow movement trying to prolong it but as my balls pushed up against her bum I started my orgasm and thrust up hard inside her laying down on her as I levered my way as deep as I could get up inside her shooting a huge load in several big squirts.
Brenda was pushing me off and saying “what do you think your doing?”
My cock was now bobbing up and down in mid air as a leaned back with cum still shooting out on her belly and pubes.
“I .. I .. I thought …” I stammered as I saw the angry look on her face,
“It was a one time thing Shamus, no more OK” she said as her face softened a bit
“I’m sorry” I said as one last big dollop slid off the end of my cock and landed straight on her clit causing us both to look down at my shiny red knob bobbing slowly above the dark pubes of her sex.
“It was a wonderful night Shamus but we can’t do that any more” she said as she leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips
“I’m married to a wonderful man and your far to young, it should not have happened but it did so you must never speak of it again, especially to your mates, it could get us in a whole heap of trouble OK”
“OK” I said “I won’t ever say anything”
We both headed to the water to wash up waking Tony as we went and he joined us asking me to not say anything as well.
“Don’t worry, I wont tell anyone but I’ll never forget my birthday … best one ever !! I grinned.

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MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 3 CHURCH
After dinner, as Rach helped mom clean up, I took the opportunity to pull up my shorts, close them as best I could, and excuse myself. I left the scrunchie on my dick, not knowing yet, where or when I was going to give it back. I went to my room shakily, still recovering from “dinner”, and fell back onto my bed exhausted. I must have fallen asleep, because, suddenly it was dark outside. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 9:30.
I could hear music coming from Rach’s room which was unusual because she usually used headphones. Curious, I went to my computer, and pulled up Rach’s web-cam. I considered turning off the speakers, and then decided she might as well know I was watching, which she would pick up on for sure, when she heard her music coming from my room too. She was dancing. Not, out at a party dancing, but sexy, dancing like I imagined strippers danced. She was wearing the same stuff she had on at dinner and the motion of her hips and flat stomach had me mesmerized. I noticed she was looking right at me, as if I was sitting in her room, and realized she had been waiting for me to wake up. She might have even turned her music up, to rouse me. I assumed she had my webcam on, and decided she deserved to see how well she was dancing. I backed up my chair enough to be sure my dick would be in view, and opened my shorts. The cum from dinner had congealed, but not dried, and Rach’s scrunchie, was so sticky and slimy, that I wasn’t sure I could use it again. I took it off, setting it carefully down on my desk, and got ready. I looked up to see Rach had stopped dancing. She looked right at me, a puzzled/almost hurt look on her face. Then she bolted off camera. She was gone a minute, and then I heard her door open; I thought I had blown it; somehow, I had upset her. Was taking off the scrunchie seen, by her, as rejection? I was just about to start really panicking, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flew to it, hopping I could explain before it was too late. Just as I got to my door, I heard her’s close. Baffled, I opened my door. Sitting in a neat pile, on the floor in the hall, were 3 white scrunchies, and a pair of dark blue lacey thong panties. Laughing in relief, I scooped them up, closed the door, and went back to my desk. She was there, on the cam, waiting; her hands on her hips, a stern look on her face. Without sitting down, naked, my dick standing proudly at attention, I put one, two, three scrunchies on my dick, like I was decorating it for her. I watched her as I did it. She got less stern, and more excited, as I decorated. By the time i got to the panties, she was wiggling around, and giggling like a five year old walking through the gates of Disney world. I was about to add the panties to my now wreathed cock, when I noticed they were wet. I brought them up to my face to get a better look. The crotch of the panties was soaked, as if they had been dipped in water. I think I could have wrung them out, and gotten a drink. I looked back at Rach through the cam. She was so intent upon what my reaction would be that for a moment, I was nervous I might screw it up. Then I looked down and saw her jean shorts were undone, the zipper down, a little bit of her light blond pussy hair showing. She was just wearing these panties, I realized. She was this wet now. When she had bolted off camera, she had stripped them off, and pulled her shorts back on, not bothering to do them up.
Looking her dead in the eye, I brought them up to my face, and smelled them, she trembled. I very slowly licked the wet spot, and watched as Rach put her hands to the sides of her shorts and, pushing them down over her hips and ass, let them fall to the floor. As I lowered the panties to my throbbing cock, she followed their progress, pulling off her bikini top. I stopped lowering her wet panties, holding them suspended an inch above my cock; she looked up at me, an excited pleading in her eyes. Finally, I was in control. I was winning. And then, as I looked at her; her beautiful face, her amazing body, I realized I didn’t need, or even want, to win. I wanted a tie, and here we were, both naked, both horny, we were even…almost. With a burst of inspiration I bolted from my room. Not bothering to put anything on, Rach’s scrunchies bouncing on my dick as I ran, I streaked to the bathroom, and grabbing my electric toothbrush, ran to Rach’s door, knocked and tore back to my room. Slamming the door behind me, I skidded to a stop exactly where I had been seconds before. I was just in time to see Rach, my beautiful sister coming back to stand in her place, my toothbrush in her hand, the devil in her smile. I smelled her panties again, and she turned on my toothbrush. I could just hear it’s hum through the cam. As I brought the panties down to my dick, she brought the head of the toothbrush to her pussy. I wrapped the wet crotch of her panties over the purple swollen head of my cock, as she touched my toothbrush to the top of her pussy, and quivered. I started slowly sliding her scrunchies up and down my shaft, wanting this moment to last forever. As much as we had shared today, this was the first truly intimate experience we were sharing. I felt a connection to my Rach, here, us doing this together.
With all of the cumming I had done today, I was sure I could make it last. I kept up the slow rhythm, the soft silk of the scrunchies sliding smoothly. Rach, I was pleased to see, was not having as easy a time. From the moment the toothbrush touched her pussy, she started quivering, her legs began shaking, and she grabbed onto my toothbrush with both hands, as if it would help her stay standing. As we watched each other, she started squeaking, just the way I had heard her squeaking in the bathroom, but louder, and with more heavy breathing. I could feel myself rising to an orgasm, and slowed slightly, releasing some of the pressure from my grip. I wanted more. Her squeaking became high pitched grunting, as her hips began thrusting into my brush. I turned sideways, hoping she would get the hint, and copy my move. After a few moments, she turned also, her legs clearly not working well. With her turned, I could see the dimple of her ass muscle flex with each thrust she made into my toothbrush. I put my free hand to my chest and mimicked pinching my nipples. With a glaze in her eyes; she imitated me, and started pinching and pulling her near nipple. She apparently liked that, because as soon as she stared playing with her nipples, her little grunts got bigger. She started to shake violently all over, somehow managing not to fall. I realized she was close, and viciously cranked at my cock, determined to catch up. Her grunting stopped, and she froze in place. For a moment in time, she stopped, then it hit her; she managed to stay standing for a moment, and then she softly, in almost a whispered panic, said “jaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake”, and fell to the floor in convulsions repeating my name in the spasms of her orgasm. I came hard into her panties as she hit the floor.
It was a strong orgasm for me, but I managed to stay standing unaided; Rach on the other hand, had a monster orgasm. I finished, and came back to reality, hearing a croaking “JAKE” coming from Rach. She writhed on the floor; the vibrator slammed on her pussy like a vice. With each thrust of her hips, she called out my name. My exultation turned into worry, as a particularly violent spasm threw the vibrator across the room, and yet her convulsions continued. After perhaps 2 minutes of her or writhing on the floor, repeating “Jake” over and over, she suddenly went limp; her eyes rolled up.
Panicking, I rushed to her room, opening, and closing her door as I raced to her. She was lying on her back, legs splayed wide, in a messy pool of her own cum, unconscious. I could see, by the rise and fall of her chest, that she was breathing. I knelt next to her, speaking softly to her, my mouth inches from her, “Rach? Are you O.K.?” She mumbled something incoherent, weather in response to me, or not, I couldn’t tell. I slid my hands under her head and shoulders, and pulled her to my chest. “Rach, it’s me Jake. Can you hear me?” I whispered into her ear. Her eyes fluttered open, a glazed look in them. Her hand moved, quivering to my leg, “Jake?” I barely made out her whisper. “Yes Rach, It’s me Jake.” I whispered back, relief flooding through me. Her hand quivered jerkily up my leg, and made it’s way to my still moderately hard cock. As her hand wrapped around my cock, her expression went from confused, to contented; she whispered “I love you” and passed back out, her hand still holding me.
I scooped her up in my arms, and both of us naked, carried her to the bathroom. I laid her gently in the tub; putting a towel behind her head, and filled the tub with warm water. I gently bathed her, not allowing her beautiful body to dictate my actions. When I started to wash her hair, she responded; opening her eyes, and smiling up at me. She started to move as if she was going to get up, which, by the feebleness of her movements, I knew was impossible. I took her head in my hands, and got her to focus her slightly less glazed eyes on me. “Rach. It’s O.K. Your Big Bro is here to take care of you.” Her smile widened, and she relaxed. She laid there like a rag doll, a big smile on her face, as I finished washing her. I wrapped a towel around her, and carried her to her room, laid her down on her bed, and massaged her as I dried her, hopping to rub some life back into her. She let me do as I wished, literally not moving a muscle. As I pulled up her covers, and arranged her head on the pillow, our eyes met, and she softly repeated “I love u”. “I love you too Rach. Go to sleep now. I’ll see you in the morning.” She closed her eyes, and I left to take a shower myself. Before going to sleep, I retrieved the forgotten scrunchies and panties, now nicely coated in my cum, and laid them under Rach’s pillow. Her contented innocent dreaming face, the image I took with me to sleep.
I woke up a bit confused. The events of the last day seemed to come back in waves. It hardly seemed possible to fit into them into one day. I got up slowly, still naked, and glanced over to my computer. The web-cam, still active from last night, showed only the bottom half of Rach’s bed, but, I could see, from the lumpy covers, that Rach, was still in bed, and by the lack of motion, I guessed she was still asleep. A glance at the clock showed me that it was 8:15am. We would have to leave for church in a little over an hour and a half. Knowing Rach wouldn’t need a shower, I let her sleep, and, after dressing in clothes fit for church, which is to say nice khaki shorts, and a polo, I went down to the kitchen for some breakfast. Mom was there, and we talked sporadically as we ate, her commenting on our “roughhousing” last night. I suppressed a grin, and apologized for the noise.
Having finished my breakfast, I got some cereal, juice, and a banana, put them on a tray, and carried it up to Rach’s room. It seemed strange after all we had shared, and the fact that we had mutually “agreed” to let each other see, via webcam, into our rooms, that I still felt the need to knock. “Rach? Are you up?” I said, trying to thread the needle in volume between too soft for her to hear, and so loud, I’d wake her up. “Yea” came a sleepy response. “Can I come in?” i said as sweetly as I could. “Uhu” just as sleepy was her answer. I quickly stepped in, and closed the door behind me. There was Rach, my Rach, sitting up in bed, the covers falling, unheeded to her waist. The morning sun angling through the window, cascaded across her tanned torso; highlighting every perfect curve of her body, and lighting her hair as if she were a haloed angel. She took my breath away. I couldn’t believe this vision had been invisible to me until yesterday.
“Are you O.K.?” she said with a crooked grin. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” I retorted, feeling silly for my mind wandering. “I brought you breakfast” I said indicating the tray, as I walked to her bedside. Just as I bent over to place the tray she said “You’re sooooooo sweet”, and jumping up on her knees, the sun now lighting her blond pussy hair like white fire, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, it was more like the hug wasn’t enough, so she used her lips too. “Careful” I managed to say as our lips parted, and she sheepishly sat back down, a delighted look on her face.
As I placed the tray over her, her nakedness was all too apparent, to both me, and the quickly growing monster in my pants. I firmly, but silently, told the monster to get lost, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Not being sure where our intimacy began and ended, I said nothing about yesterday, and simply kept her silent company as she ate. After a few minutes off ravenous eating, she looked up, a puzzled look on her face. “Did you give me a bath last night?” “Well…yea, you were kinda a mess, and I was just trying to help…?” I broke off my babbling as I saw her starting to cry. With no regard for the tray of food, she threw herself at me, nearly knocking me off the bed, and hugged me so long and hard I thought she was trying burry herself in me. When she finally let go, she had a look on her face that I’m positive, perfectly mirrored the look I had on my face minutes before, as I saw the sun shine on her. It was wonderful to know that look from both sides, and I smiled at her, hopping, somehow it would convey my thoughts. We sat there, on her bed, her naked, and me in my church clothes, and stared into each other’s eyes for a long time; neither of us wanting that feeling to end. Eventually, though, I remembered church. “Rach” I said anxiously “We’ve got church in like 30 minutes”.
The spell broken, she hugged me again, and kissed me; a real kiss, long and passionate, as if she wanted to breathe in the feeling, and then she hopped up and scampered to her dresser. “Hey Rach” I said as I reached her door. She turned, her face glowing at me, “I left you some presents under your pillow.” And I closed the door behind me as she scrambled, hungrily, over to her bed.
Mom and I were waiting in the car as Rachel came out of the house, a vision of beauty. She had on a sun dress of pale green which looked amazing on her tan body; and she had her hair done up in two pigtails that stuck out just above and behind each ear. She looked so innocent, I almost couldn’t believe it was the same girl who had shared yesterday with me. As she skipped to the car, I noticed each pigtail was held by a white scrunchie; and I knew it was the same girl.
She hopped in the car, all smiles and sunshine, and we sat together in the back seat, as our mom drove us to church. We didn’t speak the whole trip, content to sit together. Along the way, she set her hand next to my hand, and curled her pinky around mine, and we sat there sharing an intimacy I hadn’t known could exist 24 hours ago.
We got to church, and mom went off to practice with the choir. We made our way to our usual spot in the last row, but instead of sitting haphazardly, each picking our own place, we slid down the pew, me leading, to the far wall together; as far from the isle, and, the rest of the world, as possible. We sat, my left side feet from the wall, my right side against Rach, and waited, as people wandered in, each passing our row by, for the “better” seats.
Rach slid her pinky up and down mine; a secret caress, and I turned to smile at her. She smiled back, and reached forward for the paper and pen they used to get the attendance, from the pocket in the pew in front of ours. Her smile turned mischievous as she began to write on the blank attendance sheet. When she finished, she handed them to me. It read “I’m wearing three of your ‘presents’. How did you find out I was spying on you?” I read it again. I didn’t understand. She was spying on me? When? What? “Holy shit” I said to myself. I had no way of knowing how long her spy program was on my computer. I had just assumed she was retaliating to my spying. I laughed out loud at the irony, drawing a few disgruntled glances from fussy church people. I turned to look at her; her face was tight with worry. I wrote “Not until after I started spying on you. Did you know I was watching yesterday before practice?” and handed her the paper and pen. She read it, and giggled, flashing me a “really?” look. I nodded, and she bounced in her seat, pulling one leg under her as she voraciously wrote a response. “YES YES YES!!! I was so excited when I saw my cam light was broken. And when I heard your speakers blasting my hair drier back at me, I knew you were watching. I was watching you too, I wanted to show you, like you had shone me for so long, but after I took off my towel, I got nervous, and had to finish in the corner of my room. Did you know I was masturbating?”
Me: “No I didn’t, you were very quiet, and fast. I thought you were just getting dressed. I see two of the presents, where’s the third?” Rach giggled a little, and, after making sure no one could see, she turned away a bit and pulled the back of her dress up enough for me to see her butt, sitting on her tucked under foot, and the side of her blue thong, the one that had “capped off” my masturbation last night.
Rach: “I was so excited, I came really fast. And then I felt bad because I didn’t let you see, and bad that I didn’t get to see you too; so I decided to make it up to you. Did you like my ride?” As she watched me reading, she wiggled her but, and let out a low breath. This gave me an idea.
Me: “I was terrified the whole time. I didn’t know you were spying on me, so I wasn’t sure you wanted anything sexual from me, so couldn’t relax, but, yes, I loved it. So you’ve been spying on me how long?”
Rach: “Remember this spring; I went to your state meet. I guess I hadn’t realized how hot you were. I saw how big you were, and all your muscles. And then, when we were having that picnic between sessions, you were sitting there, with just you tight little suit on, and you must have gotten exited because your dick started to get bigger. I watched it grow bigger and bigger, and I wanted to see it so bad. When we got home that night, I masturbated; thinking of you, and it was the best orgasm I ever had. The next day, I snuck into your room and put the program on your computer. I’ve been watching you all summer. Every time you went to your room, I’d run to my computer, hoping I’d get to see you…all of you ;). I’m sorry you were scared yesterday. I just wanted you to know I wanted you. Are you mad?” I looked up to see that worried look on her face again. I smiled reassuringly.
Me: “I’m not mad. Exited, and complimented is how I feel. See? So the way I see it, you’ve seen me cum about a hundred times. I’ve only seen you orgasm once. And while it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. It’s only fair that you start catching up. What do think about right here, right now?” I watched as she read. When she got to the part where I said I was excited, she looked at my dick, which was running down my right shorts leg, and occasionally pulsing with little jumps. Her eyes went wide, and she gave me a look of mingled surprise, and greed. Then she went back to reading, and as she got to the end, she looked at me with hunger, and nodded.
I was expecting her to hump her heel, or secretly slide her hand under her dress, but instead, she pulled her leg out from underneath her butt, stood up, and sat back down so close our legs were touching. Spreading her dress out like a tent, her but on the bare pew. Her dress now covered half of my lap. She took my right hand, and guided it under her dress, using her other hand to keep the dress spread. She put her hand over mine and, tucking both our hands under her panties, she guided me to her pussy. I wouldn’t have had a clue, but I didn’t need one. She started using my hand to rub her pussy. She focused right at the top, a little bump, she later told me was her clit. After she got me started with her, she got started with me, she grabbed her little handbag, and pulled out some nail clippers. She took them in her left hand and, sliding her arm behind mine, reached under her dress, and into my pocket. I heard a little rip, and her hand was through my torn pocket, and wrapped around my dick, she looked at me and mouthed “Tell me before you cum”.
I might have been in church but it felt like heaven. I rubbed her clit, and she, squeezing hard, stroked my dick, as we sat facing forward, to all eyes, model siblings, pretending to listen to some guy at the front talk about “love thy neighbor”. Rach didn’t take long. Within a couple of minutes her body went rigid, her grip on my dick, like a vice. I looked over, and she was staring at me; a look of complete love on her open mouthed silently screaming, face. She stayed rigid for 10 seconds or so, and then shuddered, and melted into the pew. Within moments though, she was stroking me again, watching me as I stared straight ahead. After another 30 seconds or so, I could feel my own orgasm coming. With the shocking realization that I would soon be a mess, but too far gone to care, I turned to her hungry, eager eyes, and mouthed “I’m gona cum”. Everything happened fast. Rach did a single pass with her eyes to make sure no one was in position to see, and scooted off the pew, sliding in front of my right knee. Her hand still in my pocket, stroking my almost erupting cock, she used her right hand to push my shorts leg up, and expose the head of my cock. As soon as it came into view, she pounced, her mouth engulfing the whole head. That did it for me, and I came. I spewed 9 or 10 loads of cum into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, except the last load, which she kept in her mouth as she regained her seat; then she spit it into her hand, lifted her dress up, exposing her soaking panties, and rubbed my cum all over them. Then she stood up and slid in front of me, pushing her ass out to tease me along the way, and sat down on my other side. Grabbing my hand, she held it for the rest of church. As we left, she giggled, pointing out the puddle on the pew where she had cum.
END PART 3
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But those leggings!

I was spending Christmas holidays at my parent’s home in Chicago with the whole family, spouses, kids, old folks… everything. I’m the only single one so for a break from the chaos I claimed the need for a shopping trip and headed out for some day drinking at a neighborhood Irish Pub.

7 – Senior Year – Part 4

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this – while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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The end of semester, and my time at high school overall, was quickly approaching. Alexa and I had managed to keep things relatively under wraps – the only person in our school who knew (as far as we were aware) was my best friend Bill, and he was incredibly trustworthy with the privacy of even the smallest most trivial matters, let alone something like this. We had been privately dating for only six or seven weeks to this point, but it was new, exciting, and definitely special. I was so in love with this girl, and she continued to surprise me in sexual and emotional ways. She could make me feel so happy, just by touching my arm. I thought I was happy with Emily, but it was more likely that I was just content to push on through, satisfied with the sex.
After Alexa, the most important thing was that the last few days of school before finals were near. I couldn’t wait to write my exams and be done with school for ten weeks or so. Before that could happen, though, our school had a tradition that had been going on since the seventies or eighties – no one remembers exactly which graduating class started it, but every class has tried to recreate the magic with their own brand since. That tradition was that the night before the last day of classes, all the grads that were willing to participate went and camped out in a forest that was only five or so minutes away from the school. That way we were off school property, and they had no say over what was going on in the evening.
When my brother had graduated a few years earlier, he told me it was the single craziest night of his life – he claims that one girl blew twelve different guys over the course of the night. I’m not sure I believe him, even to this day, but I have no way of disproving it. Regardless, the legend of these parties seemed to grow every year. The current graduating class always seemed to want to outperform the previous year’s grads, even if legends were just rumors and not actual history.
Bill had a tent brought a tent that could comfortably sleep ten, or so the manufacturer would have you believe. If you really wanted any space to yourself, so you weren’t sleeping on top of someone (which isn’t always a bad thing), you could maybe get six people in there. I decided to bring my own personal tent from when I was in scouts just to be on the safe side. It fit three people comfortably, though it had only ever had me and one other person in it at a time during camping trips – plenty of room for sleeping bags, knapsacks, supplies, and extra room to help keep firewood dry. I decided to set my tent up well away from the crowd, around a hundred feet away so Alexa and I could get some privacy.
The forest in question was not really a forest as you might imagine it – our school was in the middle of a metropolis, so the forest was really just some wooded area that were part of a park system. Fortunately, no one really ever came through there at night. People would bring their dogs in the day, so we would have to clear out early, but it wasn’t a big deal to most of us.
Not everyone graduating decided they wanted to spend a night in the forest – some weren’t into the debauchery that would go on, some just didn’t want to sleep outside, but I would guess about sixty people showed up – it was definitely going to be a memorable night. There were tents pitched everywhere, some people just brought sleeping bags and hoped it wouldn’t rain, and a few people had very carefully brought their cars in off-road so they’d have someplace to sleep that wasn’t outside.
We had music blaring, there was enough alcohol to get all sixty people drunk three or four times over, and everyone who smoked pot had contributed to a fund in an effort to make the biggest blunt we could (it ended up being about eighteen inches long, and took like thirty or forty wraps to roll).
A number of us were known for partying hard since junior high, whether it was through alcohol or pot. Over the course of high school, I had developed a reputation for blacking out pretty regularly. It wasn’t that I enjoyed not remembering anything, or losing complete control and becoming douche-Rob, but I just did it. A lot.
Some Eminem came over someone’s car stereo, as the party raged on. It wasn’t even ten and I was already buzzing pretty hard, having downed a dozen Coronas from the two cases I had managed to split with Seth. I kept trying to find good times to be alone with Alexa, but that wasn’t going to happen. Since it was a grad tradition, Emily’s parents had allowed her to stay out. This was one night she couldn’t miss, and even her parents understood that.
At some point in the evening, the amount of beer I consumed started to outweigh the amount of space my bladder had. I’m sure we’ve all been there – you start having to take a leak every twenty minutes.
I was just returning from tree casualty number ten or fifteen when I walked smack into Emily in the dark.
“I was hoping to get you alone tonight,” she slurred.
“No thanks, Em,” I pushed past her.
“What the fuck, Rob? You dump me out of the blue and now you’re not with anyone. What gives?”
“Just leave me alone, Emily – we don’t need to do this tonight. Let’s just have a good time.”
“That’s what I’m saying, Rob, let’s have a good time,” she said, grabbing my arm.
Breaking free of her grasp, I started to walk back towards the party.
“Why not?”
I spun around, sniping at her, “because I don’t fucking want to. That’s why.”
“None of my girls have seen you hooking up with anyone since you dumped me. What gives?”
“Nothing gives,” I sighed, trying to end the conversation as fast as I could. “I just don’t have time for it right now.”
“Fag,” she laughed, before walking into the woods.
What I would give at that moment to fuck Alexa right in front of her eyes.
I stood rooted to the spot for a few minutes because I was pretty pissed. I could tell if I went back to the party, someone would do something that would make me fly off the handle – I was buzzing, but not at the blackout stage yet.
Before I knew it, Emily had returned, and had grabbed my cock through my pants. Due to my slight inebriation, there was no stirring, thankfully.
Swatting her hand away, I realized I should get back to the group before something stupid happened.
I spent the next twenty or thirty minutes drinking by myself in the dark before I had to go take another leak. Not even bothering to move more than a couple feet, I started to go, assuming no one was near me.
“Who’s there?” I hear suddenly, not at all recognizing the voice.
“Rob?” I questioned the darkness.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t know anyone was over here. Don’t come this way, I’m going to the bathroom,” the voice answered.
“Ok?” I was still lost. “Who is that, anyway?”
“It’s Neseet,” the voice answered again.
Neseet was a little Tamil Indian girl, who was actually decent looking. She wasn’t a hottie by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d given it some thought over the years – not much, but some.
“Alright,” I responded, laughing to myself.
Over the last year, Neseet had transformed pretty hardcore – she was always kind of stylish, but she had tried desperately to get a lot of different guys attention as a senior. Before that year, she didn’t show up to parties, she didn’t drink or do anything, and she was pretty rule abiding – what with the strict father and all. Senior year, though she started to break the rules in a big way. She got hammered every weekend, claiming she was at friends’ houses studying, she was trying to give it away like it was going out of style, and she had even smoked pot a few times which was pretty shocking.
“You ok over there?” I asked, hearing nothing for a few seconds.
“Ya, Rob. I’m pretty drunk. Thanks,” she giggled, sauntering over towards me in the dark.
Tripping on a stump, she fell right into my stomach, knocking me over. In the dark, her hands fumbled for something to push herself back upright, and she managed to grab my flaccid cock.
“What the fuck is this?” she wondered aloud, squeezing it.
“That would be my penis, Neseet,” I laughed, the alcohol starting to win over.
“Oh fuck! I’m sorry Rob, so so sorry!” I couldn’t see her face, but I’m sure even her light brown skin was probably a little red right at that moment.
“It’s cool, Nestea,” I laughed, calling her by the nickname she hated.
“That was… different,” she commented.
“Huh?”
“I’ve been trying all year to fuck someone, and now I accidentally touch your thing,” she sighed.
“Don’t worry about it – seriously it’s ok.”
“How are you doing anyway, Rob? I know we don’t talk much, but I don’t see you at parties as much lately since you broke up with Emily.”
“Ya, I just don’t feel like being around the parties,” I lied.
“But she’s not even there.”
“Well.. ya, I dunno,” I replied. I didn’t have an answer for that one.
Suddenly, I felt her hand on my pants, finding its way back to my cock.
“Whoa, Neseet,” I backed up a step, “you’re drunk, and I don’t think we should do this.”
“It’s ok, Rob. I’m not that drunk.”
“Well, I still think we should just go back to the party.”
Stepping forward, she found my cock.
“Please, Rob?” she seemed to ask my permission.
“Uhh,” I answered, not sure how to respond that I was spoken for without divulging the secret.
Before I could say anything, she had unzipped my fly and had fished my cock out in the dark. Jerking me slowly between our bodies, I was still mostly flaccid, thanks to the alcohol. Thanks to that same alcohol, though, my inhibitions were waning.
“Do you have a condom?” she eagerly asked me.
“Really want in a forest?” I mumbled incoherently.
“What?”
“Do you really want to do this in a forest,” I said, enunciating each syllable.
“Well, it’s not like I had hoped, but… Please?” she was begging me now.
Without waiting for an answer, she had bent over, taking me in her mouth. This started to wake me up down below, and I slowly grew as she sucked hard on the tip. She was definitely clumsy around a cock.
“Have you ever… you know?” I asked.
“No, Rob. Please. Please, please do this for me?”
We were near my tent that I had set up to use with Alexa in private. Alexa. The thought quickly entered my mind that this was wrong, but left just as fast as Neseet’s mouth returned to my now hard cock.
“Come with me,” I grabbed her hair and stood her up.
Leading her quietly in the general direction of my tent, we found it after a couple minutes, my cock leading the way.
“Whose tent is this?” she asked.
“It’s mine,” I answered quickly.
“Why isn’t it with all the others?” she asked, before figuring it quickly. “Oh. You were gonna fuck someone tonight, weren’t you?”
“Well…” I thought. “I was hoping I might get to.”
Ducking inside the tent, she fell in beside me.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Neseet?” I asked again. I may have been drunk, but I wasn’t about to rape the poor girl.
“I need to, Rob,” she answered.
I found out a year later that Neseet had married some Indian guy about twelve years older than her. She knew her parents were marrying her off to this man, and I guess she just wanted to live a little before that happened.
I couldn’t bring myself to actually get into what transpired over the next little while.
Ripping her own clothes off in record time, I felt around in the darkness, grabbing her barely B-cup breasts and squeezing them at the same time. I had no illusions that this wasn’t something I would cherish for the rest of my life, so I quickly got undressed myself and got to work.
“Do you finger yourself at all?” I asked her.
“All the time,” she whispered at me, suddenly not being very aggressive.
“Do you have your cherry?”
“No.”
Reaching down, I could tell she was wet already, but still decided a little more couldn’t hurt. Palming her clit, I took one of her small nipples into my mouth, sucking and chewing it lightly. After a few minutes of this, she was ready.
“Are you on the pill?” I asked, climbing on top of her to take her into womanhood.
“Yes,” she said, the tension easily detectable in her voice.
“Okeydokey,” I answered casually, taking my cock in my hand and finding her opening.
Pushing my cock in, I only managed to get about two thirds of the way in before I hit her cervix.
“OW!” she screamed.
I froze. Even though I was pretty drunk at this point, I was pretty aware that we were still in hearing distance of the others if there was a lull in the music or someone came this way to use a tree.
“Are you ok?” I asked, feigning concern.
“Ya, that just hurt out of nowhere. I wasn’t ready for it.”
“Ok, well I’m gonna start again. Just push on my chest if it hurts, don’t yell,” I told her.
Starting to pump in and out, I was only fucking her with half my cock to ensure I didn’t make her yell again.
This went on for a few minutes, and I could tell I wasn’t going to cum any time soon. I wasn’t about to fuck her for an hour until I actually came, so I figured I would do something I never thought a guy would have to do in his life. Over the next couple minutes, I put my plan in action, starting to breathe heavier, and telling her I was almost there.
Minutes later, I was quietly moaning that I was cumming, and it felt so great.
“Oh my God, Rob, that was wonderful,” she thanked me.
“Ya. Let’s just keep this between us, right?” I asked her, realizing she could tell anyone about this.
“Of course! I know Emily will beat the shit out of me if she finds out.”
Finally, Emily had proved useful again.
Ushering Neseet out of my tent, I realized my problem hadn’t ended. I was still hard as a rock, and didn’t really feel like jerking off in the state I was in.
I hadn’t gotten more than five feet back towards camp, when a voice behind me called out.
“Emily would love to know about this, I bet.”
Why do people keep saying shit from the dark?
“Who’s there?” I asked, slightly panicked. If Emily found out, Alexa would find out.
“Christie,” the new voice answered.
Goddamnit. I had no idea how to get out of this one. Christie was friends with everyone, and was well known to be somewhat of a prude.
“What do you want, Christie?” I asked.
“Nothing, really,” she answered, stepping out before me. “Neseet, though, Rob? Really?” she made her judgment very clear.
“Ya, well… I’m drunk. Things happen. So what can I do for you?”
“I dunno. We can figure something out, I’m sure.”
“Are you gonna hold this over me for a while, or can we figure this out right now?” I asked impatiently.
“Now, now, Rob. There’s no hurry. Let’s go inside and talk,” she motioned to my tent.
Climbing in, she hunched over, so as not to sit down where I was obviously just fucking.
“It’s not gonna kill you to sit, you know,” I told her, laughing to myself.
“I’m fine,” she replied.
“So, seriously, Christie. What the fuck?”
“What can you offer me, Rob?”
“I don’t know… do you want some beer? Pot? You want some money?”
“You know I don’t drink or smoke, and I don’t need money,” she replied snootily.
“Then what is it?”
“You tell me.”
I was getting tired of her little game. I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me.
“What the fuck are you doing, Rob?”
“If you don’t want anything else, I don’t know what else to offer,” I replied, rolling her under me and pulling my still hard cock out.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“Like what you see?” I grinned.
“It’s so much bigger…” she trailed off.
“Bigger?”
“Than my… ya. It’s just bigger,” she answered.
Taking her hand, I wrapped it around my cock; she couldn’t quite get her hand around, as she held it at the base, her mouth agape.
“I take it we have a deal?” I asked her, as I took my shirt off, allowing her to rub her other hand over my lightly toned abs.
“Well, not yet,” she answered, trying to scoot back.
I pulled her back towards me by the legs, so my cock was resting against her stomach. Taking my cock, I started slapping it against her flat tummy, while lightly gripping her throat.
“Rob, I won’t say anything, just… just don’t,” she pleaded with me, still trying to back away.
I lay on top of her, pinning her beneath me, before finding her lips with mine and forcing my tongue into her mouth. After a few seconds, she started to respond, massaging my tongue with hers, her legs instinctively spreading instead of trying to push me away. I reached between us and unbuttoned her jeans, trying to pull them off her without her help. Eventually, her body gave in, and she lifted her hips, as I pulled her pants down to find she didn’t have anything on underneath.
“You’re not gonna fuck me without a condom are you?” she asked through ragged breath.
Without answering, I pushed my cock head into the second virgin pussy in the last half hour. Covering her mouth with my hand, I shoved in hard, smothering the cry that came when I broke her hymen. My fingers could feel the tears rolling from her eyes as she thrashed her head back and forth, her brain trying to fight her body’s desires. Motionless for minutes, I waited for her head to stop moving before removing my hand from her mouth.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“It really hurts, Rob,” she cried.
“I know, Christie,” I replied, starting to move gently in and out of her.
“Take it out, please,” she wept.
“It’ll stop hurting. Just relax and it’ll feel great soon,” I whispered, stopping again and kissing her delicately on the lips.
We lay unmoving for another five minutes before she finally acknowledged that the pain was leaving.
“Hold on,” I told her, before pushing more of my cock into her.
“Oooh,” she cried, this time in pleasure instead of pain.
Smiling to myself in the dark, I straightened up on my knees and grabbed her hips to me, lifting her ass off the mat in my tent. Fucking in and out, I started to elicit very loud moans from the former virgin. I quickly gained pace, slapping in and out, my scrotum smashing into her taut ass with every thrust.
After ten minutes, I realized the alcohol was definitely not going to let me cum with ease, and for the second time that night, I was beginning to consider faking my own orgasm to end this early.
“Rob?” I heard a voice call out. This time I recognized the voice without a doubt.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered.
“Who is that?” Christie whispered back.
“I don’t know, but unless you want them finding out we’re out here fucking, be quiet,” I instructed her.
I pulled out of her, and looked over to the mesh flap on the back of the tent, peering into the darkness. Feeling Christie’s hand grab my cock and start to stroke it, I smacked her away lightly, and tried to concentrate.
“Rob?” I heard the voice call out again.
“Ok, here’s the plan,” I whispered to Christie. “I’m going to go distract whoever that is – you go about twenty feet wide, and wait there until you don’t hear anything for a minute or two. Then just go back to the rest of the group.”
“Ok?” she whispered, obviously confused.
“Rob?” I heard the voice call out one more time, agitation dripping from the speaker.
“Go,” I whispered to Christina, shoving her out into the woods, as she tried to do up her jeans.
Walking stealthily towards the voice, I waited until I heard the cracking of twigs a few feet in front of me.
“Rob?” I heard for the fourth time, as I stepped out from behind a tree.
“Hey, baby,” I grabbed Alexa from behind, scaring her.
“What the fuck?” she screamed, smacking my arm a few times.
“Sorry, I thought it’d be funny to scare you,” I laughed.
“What are you doing? You’ve been gone for over an hour.”
“Oh. I went to take a leak, then just came over here and have been just getting in touch with myself,” I lied.
“Uh-huh,” she muttered. “Where’s your tent? Do you think we can get in there for a bit before anyone notices we’re gone?”
“Well you already noticed I’m gone,” I pointed out.
“Ya, so did a lot of people, but no one else has been missing long enough to raise any suspicions,” she laughed, pawing at my chest.
“Come on,” I grabbed her hand, and led her the short distance to my tent, pulling a third girl inside in under an hour.
“Ooo, you’re already hard,” she laughed. “Excited to see me?”
“You bet, babe,” I started to pull her pants off.
“I want you in my mouth, first,” she protested, pushing my hands away.
She would definitely taste pussy on my cock. Maybe even blood.
“We don’t have time, Alexa,” I told her, hoping she’d buy it.
“Mmmm. You’re right. Come on,” she told me.
Rolling around in a passionate kiss, we finally got into position with her underneath me, her legs pressed up towards her shoulders, and me lowering myself into her waiting pussy.
“Fuck me, baby,” she encouraged me, reaching up to pinch my nipples.
I pushed in and out, before pulling her entire body up with me, as I knelt back. She was straddling me, with her entire body in the air, her legs wrapping behind me. I lifted her up and down, guiding her along the length of my pole for a few minutes, before my arms started to tire. Lying back, I allowed her to remain on top of me, rocking her ass quickly up and down the bottom of my cock.
I pulled her face to me, biting her lip as she had done to me on so many occasions, before she pushed me back and leaned back, supporting her motions like a she was crab walking. I lay there, allowing the pleasure to flow through me, as her pussy milked my cock.
Sitting upright, she leaned forward onto me, her covered chest pressed against mine, as I started to thrust up into her. For the first time all night, I finally felt the waves of orgasm approaching.
“I’m gonna cum soon, babe,” I informed my girlfriend, thrusting harder and harder to make the climax happen.
Jumping off my cock, Alexa took me in her mouth, bringing me to a much-needed orgasm. Semen filled her mouth to the breaking point, and began to trickle down my cock.
Swallowing, she began to laugh. “You came so much, baby. You needed that one bad?” She teased.
“Oh, so bad,” I confessed.
“Come on, people might start to wonder,” she told me.
As we left the tent, she told me to trail behind her and come in five or ten minutes later.
I watched her disappear into the dark, and started to wonder what exactly had just transpired. In the course of an hour, I had taken two girls’ virginity, faked an orgasm, almost had to fake a second, and fucked my girlfriend.
As I was waiting there, a now familiar voice spoke from the darkness.
“I bet Emily would want to know about that, too,” Christie said, stepping in front of me.
Fuck.
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Author Note: I’m having pretty serious surgery next week, so I may not post a story for a while afterwards. I’m already at work on the next one, so I may get one or two more completed and posted before then, but if there’s no story for a while, it’s a safe bet that I’m still in recovery. I do want to try to get the rest of my story told, though, so I promise I will finish at least to where I initially planned when I started writing a couple years ago. The next story will not be continuing the Senior Year title, just as a heads up. The working title so far is “The Graduate”.

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BETH NEW TATTOO

I met Beth through xnxx.com she is from England but flew down to Nigeria to visit me, she was a very sexual person recently divorced and wanted to have some fun and looking to regain some of the sexual excitement that existed earlier.
She had always been a very sexual person, often being a willing participant in my wild fantasies. Beth had mentioned she always wanted to get a small tattoo – kind of her adulthood rebellion – so to celebrate the occasion of her coming down, I purchased a gift certificate for a local tattoo parlour. When I did, I had explained to Tim, the artist and African huge guy who had done a great job on mine, exactly what my intentions were. I told Tim, who I always thought was a pretty good looking guy, that whatever happened with Beth when she came in was fair game. I would be there to videotape the occasion, but whatever happened, happened.
Beth set the date for her appointment with the parlour and thought about what and where she was going to get the tattoo. She decided that she wanted something that could be hidden when she needed to, but something both of us could enjoy. I suggested she get it just above her cunt, which I reasoned could be easily hidden by her bikini and in full view when I was eating her out. Beth was a little apprehensive at first, so I helped encourage her with a quick cunt licking. She loves having her pussy chewed on and whenever I want something, it’s usually the best way to convince her to see things my way.
Her intention was to get a small flaming heart to symbolize her love and passion for me. When the day finally arrived, Beth asked me what she should wear. I told her that her best option was to wear one of her short skirts without any panties. This would allow her to simply hike up the hem while the tattoo artist worked away. At first she thought I was joking, but when I demonstrated how things would work – that if she wore pants she would have to remove them completely, leaving her feeling very naked – a skirt was the best option. I also told her that chances were very real I would be so turned on by the event that I would have to eat her out in the car before we got home.
I helped Beth prepare for the event by shaving her pussy clean. This was the first time she had ever taken her pubic hair right off so this in itself was a real tease for her. We went into our bathroom and she got into the tub, filled it with hot water and spread her legs for me. I began by trimming the hair down as short as I could with scissors before I switched to a razor. I took my time around her lips, occasional brushing against them.
This was driving her crazy. By the time I was done, she was dripping with her own juices and her cunt was swollen with excitement. Beth begged me for a quickie before we had to leave for the salon, but time was against us. I finished my job and towel dried the area. I told her to wait before putting on her clothes and grabbed my camera. I snapped a couple of quick pictures for my private photo album before we left.
We arrived at the parlour a little early so Beth could get a good look around. Even though she knew I had one done there, Beth wanted to make sure everything was sanitary. I introduced her to Tim and I could see she was taken with his looks. My plan was coming together nicely. Tim showed Beth to the private salon where he would do the work. It was a room away from the reception area to guarantee privacy. It was pretty basic: a table containing the necessary supplies for tattoos and piercing, a stool for the artist and the chair for the subject.
Tim patted the chair as if to encourage Beth to hop on so he could begin. Beth eased herself into the chair. It resembled something out of the dentist’s office, but with leg holds that swung out sideways to allow the tattooist easier access to his subjects.
It was a little ominous looking, with ankle and wrist straps. Tim casually explained that they were there for people who enjoyed a little rough treatment during some of the procedures. Tim briefly described how the procedure worked and asked if she had any questions before he began. Beth lifted her butt up off the leather chair so she could pull up her skirt to expose the area where Tim would leave his permanent mark. With the exception of the medical staff during her pregnancy, this was the first time since Beth and I had been together that her cunt had been exposed to another man. I could see from the look on her face that she was a little nervous.
It was one thing to be spread eagle during delivery, but this moment was a lot more sexual in nature – after all, a doctor is a medical professional that is used to certain anatomy and a tattooist is, well, an artist. I’m sure she was still a little turned on from my shaving job. Tim paused briefly – obviously taking in the view before him. Beth had what I call a ‘Penthouse Pussy’ – the kind of cunt that should be shown off, or at least photographed. Her lips were delicate and slightly pink…very inviting. They were long and soft to the touch. Her clit was in perfect alignment, covered by a fleshy hood, creating a very welcoming sight. I often complimented her on how it looked and explained that was why I loved to bury my face between her legs as often as possible.
Tim traced the design we had given him on her exposed flesh. Beth tensed slightly at the feeling of his hand and pen so close to her slit. He picked up his ink gun and offered her one last chance to change her mind. Beth said she was fine and told him to go ahead. I zoomed in with the video camera to get a close-up view of the whole process. As he traced around the outside of the tattoo, I could see that he had to rest his hand on the very edge of Beth’s clit.
On occasion, his palm would just lightly brush over it and then move away. I knew that this delicate touching would be driving Beth crazy. Through the lens I could see her cunt was beginning to swell ever so slightly and she was slowly trying to improve the angle of her hips so that Tim’s hand was directly over her clit. Tim could sense what Beth was trying to do and looked back over his shoulder at me. I winked discreetly at him as if to say “Have fun”.
He took his time to trace the outline, stopping frequently to wipe away the excess ink. When he did this, he made sure that he wiped downward so that his hand would wipe the cool alcohol across Beth’s exposed clit. When Tim had finished outlining the design, he asked Beth if she wanted to have a quick look while he refilled his ink well. Beth looked down at her “Flaming Heart” and smiled at me. She lay back as Tim told her he was going to fill in the pattern. He said it would take about 20 minutes and to get comfortable as he began his work again.
He mentioned that in order to get an even pattern he would have to brace his hand against her and apologized in advance. (Of course, I knew all along what was really going to happen). Tim rested his hand directly over Beth cunt. She jumped at first, but after about 5 seconds of this I could see she was loving every second of it.
Tim slowly began to grind his hand against her. Beth’s cunt started to get moist and her pussy lips were slightly parted…as if to invite more touching. Then, without warning, Tim slid a finger into her slit. Beth’s head shot up off the chair at this and looked right at me.
She hadn’t bargained for this and was thinking this teasing game was going a little further than she expected. I think she was waiting for me to say or do something, but I just grinned and kept on filming. I know Beth felt a little vulnerable at the time…after all there she was lying back in a chair with her legs spread wide open and a strange man fingering her cunt right in front of her me. Beth had only had one lover before she gotmarried, so this was a little unusual for her. Her sexual experiences had been fairly limited and although we often fantasized during sex about other partners, it never went further than talk. In fact, she admitted to me that she had never even fooled around with a man before her divorce.
As he worked away with the ink gun, Tim began to move his finger in and out. I could see his finger glistening with her cunt juice. The distinct smell of a woman’s sexual excitement began to fill the small room. As Tim continued, he also brushed against her swelling clit several times; and each time she would jump a little. I could see Beth wasn’t quite sure how to take all this: here she was in front of her me getting extremely turned on and played with by another man. Soon her sexual pleasure overcame her marital nerves and she settled into the chair. Her pussy juice really started to flow. I could feel my own cock swell as I continued to film the moment. My own desire to lick that wet cunt was almost unbearable. I desperately wanted to taste the sweetness of her moist slit. Beth let out a little moan as Tim’s second finger slid into her.
She pushed back against his hand so that his two fingers slid all the way into her slick pussy. Beth began to match his movements, so that as he pushed in with his fingers, her hips drove down to meet them. There was no turning back now.
Tim put down his tattoo gun and started to rub her clit with his free hand. Beth was so absorbed with what was happening to her cunt that she hardly seemed to notice that he had stopped working away on her tattoo. I was getting more and more turned on as I heard Beth starting to moan more clearly. Her hips were swaying as she got more and more turned on by what Tim was doing. I knew that the teasing at home would drive her towards this moment of infidelity, and I made sure I kept the camera focused clearly on her pussy so she would have a constant reminder of the day.
“Lick me, please” Beth pleaded as Tim continued to work away with his fingers. His thumb was making small circles all around her now swollen clit. Tim lowered his head and lightly kissed her pussy. Beth let out a sigh and arched her hips trying to get her gash on his mouth. Lightly he began to lick her and worked his tongue up and down her lips. He occasionally flicked at her clit, stopping a couple of times to give it a really good tongue-lashing. Beth was aching for some immediate attention. He leaned forward and sucked her clit in and out of his mouth. Beth was going crazy with excitement, moaning and wiggling her ass around.
“Lick me…lick me…lick me” she moaned over and over more forcefully. She put her hands between her legs and pulled her cunt lips apart so Tim would have clear access to her hot little button. She spread her pussy wide open. I could see her hole and her juices dripping out and down her crack to the leather chair.
Tim pulled his fingers out of her and slid both his hands under Beth’s ass. He lifted her off the chair slightly and licked her clit with more force. I could see his tongue sliding in and out of her now dripping cunt – fucking her like a tiny moist prick. I was jealous of him – not for what he was doing, but because he was tasting her and I was left with a hard-on and the video camera. Beth was pumping her hips up and down as Tim’s tongue found her clit time and time again. He flicked it back and forth, using his tongue like a rock hard cock. Beth’s breathing quickened and I could tell she was close to cumming. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head hard against her cunt. Just as she was about to let loose with an orgasm, Tim stopped.
“Oh my god, don’t stop now.” Beth begged, clutching at Tim’s head trying to draw him back in to her. “Please don’t leave me like this…I’m so close to cumming”
“Listen bitch,” Tim said forcefully pushing her hands away. “You’re going to be left with a permanent reminder of this day.”
Beth was shocked at the change in Tim’s tone. I could see she was now afraid of what was happening. She must have realized that she had gone a little too far.
“By the time I’m finished, you’ll know just what kind of slut you really are,” he barked at her. “Now lie still while I finish what I started.”
Tim unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his dick. It was swollen to an enormous size…much bigger than mine on my best day. Since she was relatively inexperienced when it came to other cocks, she gasped at the site.
Beth looked down as his rock hard member and said with a little fear in her voice that she was not having any more of this. As she tried to sit up, Tim pushed her back into the chair. Beth tried to pull down her skirt to cover her exposed dripping pussy, but Tim grabbed her hands and told her to stop struggling. She continued to fight him, so he grabbed her skirt and tore it off. She was completely exposed now and started to kick at him as she struggled to get out of the chair.
“The more you fight it bitch, the harder I’m going to fuck you,” he warned.
With that I put down the camera. I think Beth thought I was going to help her out. She was shocked when I grabbed her leg as Tim buckled the strap around her ankle. We did this for both legs and then her arms. Finally, he buckled a big strap around her waist that held her motionless. Beth had struggled, calling us bastards, but it was in vein as we had easily overpowered her. She was completely at our mercy. I picked up my camera again and began to film the whole affair.
Beth lay there, cunt spread wide and helpless. Her tattoo was only half-complete and the juices from Tim’s finger fucking had left Beth wet. Tim looked back at me, his pants still around his ankles and cock standing straight out. His dick had to be a good 10 inches. He placed it right against her swollen lips.
“I’m going to fuck your her,” he said to me. I could see that he was serious.
“If you do,” I said with an equal serious tone, and then pausing for dramatics. “You better do it right.”
“Fuck you both” Beth screamed. She struggled against the straps that held her down. “You fucking bastards”
Tim began to slowly rub his hard cock up and down her wet cunt. The head of his swollen prick was getting wet with her juices. He pushed against her a little harder and rubbed it between her lips. Beth’s hole was already stretched open a little from his fingers and now was ready to be filled.
“It seems like you’re still interested in some servicing,” he said. Tim rammed his dick into her with such a force she cried out.
Beth couldn’t do a thing to prevent the assault from between her legs. Her cunt was so wet that he had easily slid into her and now Tim was pounding her for all she was worth. He repeatedly pulled out until just the head of his dick was between her lips and then shoved his full 10 inches back into her. Beth had never experienced such a large cock before. In fact, the biggest thing she had ever had in her apart from my 8″ dick was a wine bottle I fucked her with one night when we were drunk. I moved in close to get every push on tape. After a few minutes of this, Beth seemed to have calmed down and started to enjoy what was happening. I could see her hips lifting against the straps to meet the strange cock that was fucking her.
Gradually, she closed her eyes and starting biting on her bottom lip. This was a sure sign that her pussy was on fire. Little by little, I could hear her start to moan and she tried harder to wiggle her ass to match his thrusts. I caught Tim’s attention to indicate that she was starting to enjoy his fucking and maybe he should try something different to test her limits.
I moved around to the top of the chair so I could film Tim’s face as he fucked Beth. I could see from his expression that he was enjoying it. Her cunt juice was soaking his pubic hair and running down her own ass crack. My own cock was pressing hard against my pants, so I decided to unleash it from its confines. With the way the chair was angled, I could stand right over Beth’s face. With my one free hand I started to stroke my dick. It was inches from her mouth.
Beth stared up at me with a look of pleasure. She licked the bottom of my dick and swirled her tongue around the head to lap up the pre-cum that had started to flow from it. Beth took my entire cock in her mouth and licked at it with a new intensity. I began to pump in and out of her, fucking her mouth like it was a hot pussy. Tim was still driving his prick into her cunt with great intensity. Each time he would slam deep into her, her head would bob up and down on my cock. Her tongue was incredibly hot and she made quick work of my dick. I groaned as my dick tensed. It started to throb uncontrollably and finally released a torrent of cum into her mouth. Beth tried to turn her head away because she didn’t like the taste of sperm, but it was too late. She had a good mouthful and the rest simply dribbled down her cheek.
I zoomed in on Tim’s cock buried deep in Beth as he continued to fuck her cunt. Beth was moaning in pleasure, enjoying the sensation of a good screw. Slowly he pulled out of her one more time. He reached down underneath the chair and twisted a lever that lowered the head of the chair and raised the seat. This changed the angle of Beth’s crotch and she was now lying completely back on a 45-degree angle with her hips sticking straight up. Tim pushed the leg holds even wider to pull her cunt wide open. Her cunt had never been stretched like this before, and her own cum ran down making her tiny asshole wet. Beth was quiet and just stared up at the ceiling, almost knowing what was coming next.
“I’m going to stretch your ass so bad, you won’t sit down for a week.”
And with that he stuck the head of his cock against her anus and pushed it slowly into her. Beth gasped and held her breath as Tim worked his dick into her ass. Her little rosebud hole was incredibly tight and a 10″ prick was forcing it open to the limits. Her hands clutched at the arm rests and I could tell it hurt. Beth didn’t normally go for anal sex, although we had tried it a couple of times. At this point, she was done in from the force of Tim’s cunt fucking. He pumped his rock hard prick in and out of her hole. His dick was covered in her cum, but the lubrication didn’t help loosen her up any. I’m sure her tight ass was a real turn-on for Tim because he only managed a couple of drives before he started to jerk as he filled Beth’s ass with cum. He paused for a moment, leaving his limp cock inside her. He motioned for me to get in close with the video camera as he withdrew. I got a great close-up of his cum slowly dripping out of her sore asshole. He was right, she was stretched out of shape.
Beth lay there, softly whimpering in pain and frustration. I was sure she wasn’t as pissed off about our actions as much as she was about not being able to reach an orgasm. Her cunt was still moist and stretched open. I zoomed in close and could see deep into her vagina. Her asshole was red from his fucking, and his cum continued to drip out of it and down her ass cheeks. Tim pulled up his pants and winked into the camera for me.
“Now we finish what we started,” he said, raising the chair back into position.
Tim picked up his tattoo gun and started to draw directly on Beth’s cunt. This was a complete surprise for her and she quickly came back to life. He extended the flames of the original heart down across her clit and over her swollen lips. Beth screamed as the gun worked away on her. The pain of the needle on her unsatisfied clit must have been excruciating as he filled in the colours. For a half-hour Tim worked away, completing Beth’s new tattoo.
“Now for the topper,” Tim smirked. He put down his tattoo gun and picked up his piercing needle. “This little wild cat needs a leash.”
Tim swabbed Beth’s pussy with alcohol to clean away some of the ink and cum that was on her. She twitched as he did, obviously still sensitive to the touch. He lifted her clit hood with a pair of forceps and then pierced the clit hood, inserting the gold ring. Beth screamed in pain. Tim then reloaded the piercing needle with another loop and moved towards her belly button. Beth begged him not to continue, but he simply laughed and completed his job.
He put down his tools and picked up a length on gold chain from the jewelry box. He ran a length around her tummy and through the loop in her belly button. He connected the one end to the chain and then ran the remaining end down to the ring in her cunt. When he had finally attached the gold chain, Beth had her leash – a gold chain that ran around her waist and to her pussy. It was absolutely delicious.
Tim and I undid the straps while Beth lay motionless with her eyes closed. We left her there for a moment to catch her breath and went out into the hall. I paid Tim for his efforts, promising I would send him a copy of the video.
On the way home, Beth fell asleep in the car. I had to carry her into the house and put her to bed. Her skirt was essentially ruined – torn, covered with Tim’s cum and ink from the tattooing. When I awoke the next morning I found her in our bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of the bathtub with a small mirror in her hand. I stood in the doorway and watched as she examined her new tattoo very closely, along with added pussy ring. I was waiting for her to lay into me, but instead was left speechless when she said:
“Umm, that Tim does really nice work!”
do leave some postive comments.. Beth is back to london and will soon visit me in christmas hols

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