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My Daughter-In-Law

Hi, I’m Jack and not sure how it all transpired but I do know it happened. My wife and I live in a two-story home in a quiet suburban area. We’re in our early 60’s and both still working. I’m fairly well fit, recently unemployed due to down sizing at a communication firm, so I took a small job while waiting for a better employment opportunity. My wife, Sara, also works. She works a first shift job while I have a third shift. With the way things have been going between us, this schedule works very well. We have our daughter in law living with us. Her name is Angie. She’s 36 years old, 5’4” tall and has an hour-glass figure any woman would envy. Her long black hair hangs to her waist and she has deep dark brown eyes you can simply get lost in. Not to mention her 34-B cup tits that stands up and pointed directly at you. Angie
And her two children ages 12 and 14 are here because our son is in jail for one thing and then another and she and her two kids were left with no means of support. Just how luck can I be you ask; Let me tell you.
It was a warm July day and as I had just gotten off work. Took my shower and was coming up stairs to go to bed. Man was I tired. As I was about to enter my room, I heard Angie crying. I knocked on her door and ask if she was all right. Her reply was so faint I could not understand her so I opened the door. She was lying in the bed with a sheet pulled to her chin. I sat down and ask again. She said she felt so alone and wished her husband were there. Not sure how to handle this I said, Bill does not deserve you or the kids. He has never once thought about you or what might happen if he were sent away. Even worse he did not seem to care one way or another. Bill’s problem now was he had no freedom and always wanted to see family on the weekends during visiting hours. Angie started to cry harder, I placed a hand on her shoulder and patted her softly. For some reason, I told her I too was lonely and wish I had someone to share my desires and thoughts. Things had not been the best between my wife and I and sex sure as heck was way down on Sara’s list of activities. As for me, I’m probably the horniest ass in the world. This statement caused her to look up with a questioning look and ask what was wrong. Not wanting to bore her with my troubles, I simply said it’s too complicated but would just settle with being loved. As she turned in the bed to face me the sheet fell and there were those wonderful tits. Standing at attention and the nipples pushing into her silk top. I let my hand drop from her shoulder and placed it on the bed to her right.
Angie softly said, “I’d go for that”.
I replied, what, what are you talking about? You have the kids and seem to be involved in about anything and everything you can get into.
She replied, that these were just a way to take her mind off problems and personal matters that were really bothering her.
I was getting really curious now and probed a bit deeper. Please, tell me what the heck a lovely, beautiful woman as you could possibly need.
Angie reached up and hugged me and started crying aging. I placed my arms around her and got this strong sexual urge. As we hugged those tits did their job and I got a hard on almost in an instant. I’m not sure but she must have seen the tent growing in my robe. As she removed her hands from around me her left hand simply dropped into my lap.
Oh, I’m so sorry she said knowing well she had felt my hard on. I told her not to worry it’s simply one of the problems I have to handle. It had been weeks sense my last orgasm and physical needs do take a toll on a body. I told Angie I get these physical urges and it’s only human nature. She told me she too had needs that were not being met. It was then I raised my hand to her face and looked into those wonderful eyes. I said you know it’s not love, just a physical need we have. I lowered my hand and lightly slid a finger down the outside of her breast. Her moan was so soft and pleasing that I did it once again. This time she pushed into my hand and held herself there. I looked into those deep brown eyes and was totally lost. I slowly placed my hands over her left breast taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it slowly to the left and then right. She was moaning and saying she wished this wasn’t happened. I knew this was not the case and slowly, started moving my hand down her wonderful body. Angie had such a flat belly and once I reached her pubic area, Gosh, she was so endowed with a crop of soft hair. I’ve never seen or hear of a woman with so much pubic hair. I slowly ran my hand through her patch of soft cotton and was heading south when I encountered the most wonderful pubic mound. It was as if I were raping a minor. Her mound was very rigid and well rounded over the entrance to her most valued treasure.
I rubbed the area very tenderly and she let out a pleasing sigh so I started to rub her a bit harder. This was when I slowly lowered my index finger into the warmest and most moist pussy. I ran my finger up one side of her vaginal lips and down the other. I continued rubbing and feeling her until I heard her slowly sigh again giving me that well know sign of her orgasm. I continued to rub and massage her pussy until she was ready to cum again. I inserted a finger into her pussy, another surprise. Damn, this woman was as tight as Fort Knox. Even thou she had cum and was well lubricated, she had a pussy a virgin could only dream of. I was simply speechless. I pushed my finger into Angie’s pussy and she went crazy thrashing around and moaning much louder now.
Angie. I ask, how can you be so tight after having two kids and two marriages? She said, my first husband very seldom wanted sex. It was with him she had the two children. Seems he was more into the bars and strippers than working on a marriage and two children. Angie called Him needle dick, so there you go. As for my son, he was the opposite, he loved sex and according to Angie, had a 9” cock. During sex she said he’d hurt her shoving it in so deep. Seems he was always on the hunt for new pussy even if it was well used or accounted for.
I said, this doesn’t tell me why you are so tight. I was then I learned that her son had been too big to be delivered in the usual method and her daughter was going to be born naturally until after more than 10 hours of labor the doctors had to delivered her c-section. Now I know, both kids taken c-section.
She may have been a virgin as far as I was concerned. Her first husband was a slithering ass that had a dick so small it’s a wonder he could ever father children. As for Bill, According to Angie, He has a nice 9” cock he loves to use but seldom has the drive. Guess this was due to him always going after some ass in a mini-shirt and not looking after his own wife. (What an ass) In any case, I could care less. I’m going to give this lady the care and sex she deserves. I start slowly and giving extra care not to touch her clit. Using circles and long slow stroking of her pussy lips was now the rule.
As she began to relax, her pussy slowly open up. I did small dips of my finger into her very wet pussy. As she relaxed I was getting more and more of my finger into her. After about 5 or so minutes I had two fingers in that wonderful pussy. It was time to get my cock into the picture. I moved between her legs and placed the head of my cock over her pussy. Damn, I could see no way this was going to happen. I’m not that well endowed but the girth is very nice, I’m told. I slowly began moving my cock up and down her pussy lips and pushing a little to gain entrance. I was now hitting her clit with my cock as I did this and my pre-cum mixed with her vaginal juices were making it much easier. Finally, the head of my cock popped into her as she let out a loud moan and raised her legs into the air. I’ve never felt anything so wonderful and tight. (I’m sure I never will again.) I lowered my face to hers and she turned away saying we should not kiss, it just wouldn’t be right. I thought, “What the fuck! I got my cock buried in this woman and have felt every inch of her body. Does she think this will help her feel no guilt fucking her father-in-law.” Oh Well, I ran my lips over her ear and down her neck. As I did this I pushed into her with all I had and sunk my 6 ½ inch cock into her love tunnel. Son of a bitch was she tight. I thought blood circulation to my cock had been shut off. I remained ball deep in that wonderful pussy and slowly began to feel her pussy contract and release. I then slowly pulled out until just the head of my cock was in her then slammed into that pubic mound as hard as I could push. Over and over I slammed into her making sure her clit was being hit on every stroke. Angie dug her nails into my back and screamed for all she was worth. I thought I had killer her. She had that glazed look in those beautiful eyes a reflection of ecstasy and was simply engulfed in orgasm number three. I’ve never seen or known any woman could cum so easy. I raised her leg and began fucking her faster and faster as I was reaching my final state of no return. As my balls tighten, I knew I’d not last much longer. I was right, one last hard shove into her did the trick and I shot my first stream of hot cum into her waiting cunt. Again and again I shot stream after stream of cum into her. As I slowly started to withdraw my cock Angie said, “Please just lay here with me and let me enjoy this wonderful feeling.” We laid together for 30 minutes or so with my cock in her while I rubber and felt every inch of that lady’s body.
Finally, I got up and looked down at Angie as she slept. Just thinking what a wonderful lady she was to give me such a special gift.

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College time: Part 1

Note: This story has to do with partying, and gay sex, if you do not like it, please leave. This took place a week and a half ago.
Nothing could compare with the way my life was going right now. I had graduated high school last year with top marks, and still managed to help lead my water polo team to victory. As if things couldn’t get any better, I received a full scholarship to a private university in the Midwest where I would not only be playing water-polo, but studying at their world renowned political science program. Mark and I had parted ways at the beginning of the summer, not on bad terms, because we are still great friends (and occasionally hook up), but thought it would be best for long distance.
I had made a few decisions throughout my senior year, mainly after Mark, that relationships weren’t for me, that I was going to college and it was time for me to have fun and live life. Needless to say, I was worried about college. Not because I was going there for free, essentially, but because I had never really partied or hooked up for fun, it had always meant something to me.
These things kept popping into my head as I finished up packing to leave later that night for the Midwest. I was excited about my living situation. I was going to be sharing a fairly large dormitory with a very attractive former high school football star from New York. We were friends on face book, and he had countless pictures shirtless, his large pectorals and tight abs mixed with his mountain sized arms, all topped off with a messy mob of dirty blonde hair on top of his head. Surprisingly to me, I wasn’t thinking, even dreaming, of trying to get into his pants. I am not saying I wasn’t attracted to him, he was gorgeous, but I did not want to have to live with him for the rest of the year in awkwardness.
As I was zipping up my suitcase, I glanced at the clock to see that I had 6 hours until my plane departed. I had nothing to do until then. My parents were out doing whatever, and promised to be home an hour before the plane left. I plopped down on my bed and peered around at the emptiness of my room, and sighed at how fast my life had gone, leading up to this huge moment. I decided to get up and go check the bathroom one more time, just to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. As I looked in the mirror, I thought of how much I had matured and grown, both in height and muscle mass. It had been a full year of senior water-polo, which meant endless practices, weights, running, and more weights. I had finally been able to compare to Mark’s amazing body, but unfortunately, I still had my 8.5 inch dick, compared to his almost 11.
DING DONG. I jumped at the sound of the doorbell and tucked my slight hard-on into the waistband of my shorts and went to get the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mark. I remember that day 2 years ago when I opened the door to find him there, the complete stranger, before he came in and gave me pleasure I had never experienced. “Hey what’s up?” I asked. “I just came to say good bye to you” he said, smiling. He was going to a junior college in town. “Sure, come in” I said. He came in and I shut and locked the door behind him.
We went into my room to survey my pile of things to come to school with me. He sat down on the bed and we began to talk, not about anything in particular, but just talk about stuff. He brought up our trip around the world before our senior year in high school. He was talking on and on about the sights we saw, the places we visited, the people we met, and somehow snuck in the countless and elaborate ways we fucked.
I looked into his eyes with surprise, before I leaned forward and kissed him. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much Jer”, and with that, he put me down on the bed and kissed me. He started to undo my jeans while he hovered over me, kissing my face and neck. I tried to undo his pants, but he planted my arms on the bed and told me I was leaving, this was about me. He continued down my body and came to my dick. He looked up at me and winked, and then he took my whole dick into his mouth, and bobbed his head up and down vigorously.
There was a certain desperation in him, he was sucking my dick like he never had, and I couldn’t take much longer. He swirled his tongue around the head while still managing to keep it all in his mouth. After a few minutes I felt my balls clenching, and then before I could even tell him, I was cumming into his mouth. We both moaned as he continued to suck my dick, slurping my cum down his throat.
He looked up at me and then came to eye level and planted a hot, wet kiss on my mouth. I reached into his pants and felt his hard dick at full attention. I started to jack him off while looking into those eyes which I loved so much. I saw the look of lust in his eyes. He reached his shirt over his head and I took off his pants, while I kicked mine off of my ankles. We were both now completely naked. I examined his body, and his dick which I loved so much. He kept his touch over summer with his ripped body.
I pulled him down onto the bed and we began to vigorously make out. I was now fully hard again. I rolled him over so that I was on top, grinding my dick into his, but then he flipped us back around. I turned back over, which instigated a full on, naked, wrestling match. He pushed me against the wall, pinning my arms against the wall, all the while making out with me. We were still on the bed however, so I wrapped my legs around his midsection and tried with all my might (which is a lot because I developed a lot of leg strength through water polo) and tried to flip him back over the other way. He didn’t budge.
I moaned in exasperation and pleasure, which made him laugh. I was so caught up in the moment that I dint even realize he had let go of my right wrist to grab the bottle of lube I had in my bedside table, and had already lubed my ass. The minute I realized this, however, his hand was already back to pinning my arm again.
He put his dick at my asshole, and before I knew it, he forced it in. I screamed in pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. The position we were in, my legs wrapped around his body caused me to be a little up the wall, had caused the perfect angle. When he shoved his dick in, he hit the spot immediately. He then began to pound vigorously, causing me to scream in ecstasy. He had to replant his mouth on mine to suppress my moans. My dick kept hitting in between our bodies, and with the continual hitting of my all my pleasure point, I barely lasted five minutes. I erupted in between us, causing my load to hit both ours chins, and make our stomachs slippery. But that didn’t stop him. He slid his tongue into my mouth and began to probe m mouth, all the while never letting up on his incessant pounding.
This went on for ten more minutes, and my back began to hurt, but I didn’t care. I felt another orgasm coming on, when at last I felt his warm cum spurting up into every crevice of my ass. He moaned into my mouth, and then we both let go, falling in a messy heap on my bed.
We sat there panting for ten more minutes, when he grabbed my hand, and led us to the shower. We showered together, not talking much because we were held in each others arms making out. When we were finally done, before turning off the water, slid down the wall and sat under the spout. He opened up his legs and motioned for me to come over. He grabbed my hand and turned me around, and led me to sit in between his legs, leaning against his stomach. He moved his neck to the right, letting my head fall on his shoulder, and then rested his head on top of mine.
I felt tears rush to my eyes as I remembered us and how much I loved him. He began to trail his finger on my stomach, while holding me with his other arm. He kissed my head whispering “I’m going to miss you so much Jer”
Landing down in Illinois was bittersweet. Mark had left shortly after getting out of the shower, and saying goodbye to my parents was worse then Mark. They raised me from day one, supported me and my decisions, and of course, knowing my mother, left me with a hefty sum of cash for college.
My roommate was picking me up, seeing as how he drove to the university from New York, and the ride was about an hour from the airport. When I landed it was about 11:30 at night. I wrapped my blanket around my arms and walked out of the plain and to baggage claim. Walking through the airport I saw various posters for the school I was going to, closed shops full of memorabilia, and a set of Speedos that I smiled at, remembering Mark and me in Belize.
When I retrieved my bag, I went out into the pick up zone and sat on a bench. I looked around, and didn’t see any sign of Blaine, my roommate. “Why hey there stranger” I looked up and think I almost shit my pants. I wanted to scream, yell, turn the other way, or punch the kid in the face. It was Aimes, my freshman year of high school Sweetheart. He was looking at me with this smug expression. He hadn’t gotten any hotter, but not any uglier either since freshman year. His jet black hair and emerald eyes looking back at me.
“W-hat are you doing here” I muttered. Turns out he was going to the same school as I was, but a different campus, which was a godsend. Also turns out he wass sitting next to me the whole flight, I was just not paying attention the whole five hours. “Why is my life full of fucking stupid coincidences” I asked myself in my head. “You look really good Jer” he said, sounds of lust in his voice. I whipped my head and stared at him. “Don’t call me that” I said with poison in my words.
I heard squealing of tires and saw a Mercedes C63 pull up. PHEEWWW I whistled, as not only one of the sexiest cars pulled up, but one of the sexiest males stepped out of it. I was awestruck when somewhere in the back of my mind I was hearing “Jeremy, Jeremy, JEREMY” I pulled ot of it and Aimes was nudging me. “That guy I waving at you to come over” he said. I looked up and realized it was my roommate Blaine.
“Oh what the hell” I muttered, thinking of my stupidity. I grabbed my bags and walked over to his car, all the while cursing myself for my stupidity. “Hey Jeremy! Nice to finally meet you! You were everything I expected and saw in your pictures” he exclaimed. “Erm….you too..” I said awkwardly. He loaded my bags into his car, all the while making awkward small talk. “Nice car” I said, cutting him off. “Oh…um yeah. My parents bought it for me as a graduation present” he said. Only an 80,000 dollar car, I was thinking. “They’re so flashy, I hate it, but I’m not going to turn down this from my parents” he said. I smiled at how non flashy he was.
“Got any room for me? I have no idea where mine is” I heard Aimes voice from behind me. I heard the tones of slobber and lust in his voice, but I knew it wasn’t for me. Blaine had moved around the car and was holding a door open for me “Well…erm..” I heard Blaine start to say, obviously about to say yes. Aimes was staring at him, and behind his back I was shaking my head, and Blaine said “I don’t have enough room. Sorry bro” I smiled and slammed the trunk and ran to the door.
I lowered myself into the seat, admiring the beautiful leather and woodwork on the inside of the car. My door shut and Blaine lowered himself into his seat. He turned the key and next thing I knew, the most beautiful purr brought the car to life. I shivered. As he pulled out of the Airport, he launched into a story. Oh great, I thought, my eyes drooping with exhaustion.
“I assume you know I was the high school star in high school?” I nodded. “I wasn’t a star to everyone in my class, in fact, I was only a star to the administration. I mean I was good, really good, good enough to be quarterback and bring my team to victory, but none of the guys liked me” he said. I was listening now. “And the reason I’m telling you this” he said with apprehension, “is because I want us to be good roommates, so no secrets” he said. “I’m gay”
Oh god damn it. I thought. I didn’t want him to be gay so nothing would happen! But apparently, that wasn’t the end. “And just to have all our cards on the table, I’ve been really attracted to you ever since I saw your picture on face book. I don’t know if that makes you feel weird, but I just want to be honest and…” he was beginning to ramble, and for some reason I just couldn’t take much more of it. “ENOGUH!” I half shouted. He jumped and muttered “Oh no, I’ve offended you. Oh my God you’re a homophobe…” again he was rambling. “Will you shut up?! I’m gay too!” I said. There was a brief silence, followed by him saying “Oh….” For the next half hour we drove in silence, until I felt something on my thigh. I looked up and saw him briefly glancing at me, and moving his thumb up and down. Who the hell does this kid think he is, and why does this shit always happen to me?!?!?
“Look Blaine” I said “Truth be told, I’m really attracted to you to, I mean you’re one of the most gorgeous guys I’ve ever laid eyes on” he got as cocky grin from that. “…BUT, I don’t want there to be awkwardness between us IF something happens between us” I said. The whole time he was still massaging my thigh, and surprisingly, I wasn’t the least bit hard. I picked up his hand to return it to his own lap, or better yet, the god damn steering wheel, when I stopped dead in my tracks. What I saw astonished me. He had one of the best looking bulges going down his left thigh that I clearly saw through his jeans. It looked about the same size as Mark’s.
I instantly became hard, and recalled my thoughts about putting myself out there. “Erm…never mind” I said as I quickly put his hand onto my crotch. He slightly gasped at this, but began to vigorously massage me over my shorts. “Shit Jeremy you’re so hot” he said. “Mhm” I said as I stared at his crotch. He followed my gaze and unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. He put his hand back on the wheel and grabbed my head and thrust it into his lap, grinding his dick into my cheek. “Mmmm yeah. Suck daddies cock” he groaned”. With that, I told him to pay attention to the road, and engulfed his cock. I felt the car jerk a little bit as he let out a long moan. I began to slowly go up and then shove the whole thing into my mouth, until I was skillfully at the base.
I began to bob up and down, and reached down to massage his balls. I began to swirl my tongue around his head, and he began to moan even louder. “Holy fuck Jeremy, I’ve had a lot of blow jobs, and not one of them has had me…ughhh…cumming this….FAST” as he said the last bit, he shot jet after jet of hot cum into my throat. 1….2…3…4… six string later and he was still going. I slurped it all up as I continued to jack him off, milking him out.
I sat back up and he re did his pants. I leaned over and said “Did you like that, daddy?” he laughed and quickly kissed me. “Its going to be one hell of a year Jeremy, now sit back and relax, were almost there, and boy to I have to re pay you once were in that dorm”. I smiled.
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Free Spirited (4)..School (1998)

My name is Kimmy and I have had a weird transition from a goodie, goodie early teenage girl, to what I have become today, a not so goodie-goodie. I am a late 20’s woman trying to remember as best I can the events which brought about the change in me.

True Story

It Started Here. 3

This is a true story which involves sexual situations between a teen and a minor. So as not to cause any offence, if you find this distasteful, please leave and search for a story that is more to your taste. You have been warned.
To get an understanding of this part it would be easier if you read the two previous instalments.It Started Here. 3
After that night where I’d been shown how to willy suck John seemed to go very quiet and did his best to avoid me. Although I had felt revulsion at what had happened my mind was in confusion as to why I was being ignored. My heart was heavy as the only influence that seemed to care for me was now treating me as thing, an object, like many others in my life did. I withdrew into my own insular protective bubble being so used to by now, living with an alcoholic/workaholic parent I considered myself as no son of his. I felt lost and alone.
It was a weekend about a week later when the inevitable happened. My father again was to be off on one off his benders leaving me with the neighbours.
I returned home from school to be met by John’s mother in the stairwell. She told me of the arrangements whilst her youngest barged past us deliberately pushing me into the wall. After a quick chastisement to Stewart she lead me into hers’ with the news that she’d phoned John and he was willing to watch me in my own home like the last time. Thanking her I made my way out and headed upstairs with the order to return at 5 for tea.
In my own space going about my routine I felt dread about the evening to come. Sitting down my mind raced. What if he doesn’t talk to me followed by many more what ifs. The pounding in my chest and the lump in my throat grew stronger and by the time 5 rolled round it wouldn’t take much to set me off into floods of tears.
Entering the neighbours keeping my eyes down on the flowery carpet. I made my way to the dinning room taking a place at the table. Slowly lifting my head to survey the scene I was greeted by a large smile on John’s face. All the fears went from my mind and when the meal appeared, kept looking at him. Between mouthfuls of food and when he was actually looking at me the biggest reassuring smile covered his face. Thanking John’s mother for the great meal I stood and waited to see what next. John talked to his parent giving her a peck on the cheek. Walking over to me placing his hand on my shoulder, lead me upstairs to my house.
“I need to tell you something” he said in a hushed sort of tone. “I’m so so sorry about what happened the last time I was here”. Grumbling to clear his throat continued, “I got carried away and didn’t think about what I was doing and felt so guilty and upset that I might have hurt you and made you not want to be with me.” He looked at me giving me a questioning smile.
“I I I I thought I was bad wh wh when you stopped t t t talking to me”.
“Naw mate it was me that was wrong. You did nothing. I’m really sorry I treated you that way”.
I was over hugging him so hard just happy to have him back in my life.
“Whoa mate you trying to strangle me”? We both broke into laughter and I felt I was walking on air. Switching on the TV. I sat snuggling into his side. His arm came across around my head and stated to stroke my arm. It felt great having some one so close. There on the sofa we watched a variety show then a cop thing seeming to be in unison laughing at the same things and looking at each other at the same time.
After the cop thing I said that it was shower time for me and went to my room to get my pyjamas. Going back to the living room John said he’d have one after me sniffing under his arms.
“W w w we could share again” I ventured.
“You sure bout that mate”?
“Y y y yes we can have t t t together.”
John was stripped in a flash showing me once more his hairy willy. I felt a stirring below as we went to the bathroom. Removing my run abouts I needed to pee. Pointing my willy at the porcelain a stream of urine was hitting the water in the bowl with a splash. When I’d finished John took my place and started to relieve himself. I stood agog at the amount and the noise it made in the bowl. Over with, he shook it and turned. I had forgotten just how big his willy was, standing there in some sort of trace. He tapped me bringing me too and getting into the stall I turned on the water to just a little bit hotter than I liked. John joined me.
“Just as I like it”.
“I I I remembered”. I said with an air of triumph.
“Well done mate”.
Talking the soap he lathered up and began to wash. A feeling began down below as my willy came to it’s full standing length. The soap was handed to me with a glance down at my little hard pole. I too washed. As I did, John’s dick was starting to grow. He kept looking at me down there in between exchanges of soap.
“Y y y yours is hard again”!
“Yeah mate seeing yours made it grow”. “It’s taking me all my time to stop from kneeling and sucking you off”!
I looked at him with a quizzical expression.
“You know mate, suck your willy”?
Thinking of the feelings it gave me the last time I wanted a repeat.
“You c c c can if you want t t to”!
The invitation was unexpected I think but soon my willy was getting attention. Licking slowly up and down working his way to my tight ball sack I could feel his tongue darting all over them. Up again he took my willy into his mouth making his tongue do circles around the end, every so often licking my pee hole. I was so hard now my rod started to feel sore.
He sucked now sending little electric type shocks coursing through my body. Feeling as light as a feather it started. My stomach churned and what there was of my little balls, were disappearing into my body.
“Tickley tickley” I moaned as my excited rod pulsed in his mouth making me arch my back in a tense all over feeling. Thinking I was about to feint reached I reached out and held onto John.
“Enjoy that then did you”? After letting my still hard willy from the warm confines of his mouth. I grabbed him in hug and could feel his hardness point up my chest and hit me under the chin.
“I’ll take that as a yes” running his hand through my wet hair. My eyes went up to meet his glance and a look of reassurance.
“I’d love it if you’d do it to me and I promise” crossing his heart, “I will let you do it at your pace but only if you want to”?
Standing with his tool pointing at me I considered his request.
“The s s s stuff last t t t time made me f f f feel sick”. He looked, then like a light went on.
“Ah! My cum. I’ll tell you when that’s going to happen and you can take it out and rub till it shoots out”. I looked at him and he gave an honest I will look and gesture. Standing there deep in thought as to what to do, the voice in my head spoke. “Don’t be a coward, you can do it”.
Mind made up now I knelt taking his willy in my hand and kissed and licked as he’d done mine. My lips parted allowing the head of his dick to enter. John moaned. I paid a lot of my time rubbing my tongue all around the head and his pee hole. Confident now he would keep his word I took as much as I could get in, started to suck up and down.
“Oh fuck. That’s it. Yeah,yeah, oh yeah”! His voice was a lot higher in pitch. While sucking, I also began to rub on the rest of his shaft that wasn’t in my mouth. Sometimes I would concentrate on his knob end licking all around applying as much pressure as I could. I knew he must be liking it as he kept telling me I was doing great.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum”!
At that I replaced my lips for my hand just in time to see his white stuff shoot from the end pelting the wall of the stall where I had deliberately pointed it.
“Fuck mate that was brilliant”! “I told you I’d keep my promise and I did didn’t I”? “Man you made me feel so good, magic mate just fucking magic”! My heart filled with pride and was we both dried off and he kept on praising me.
No hint of modesty, leaving my pj’s, we strode back to the living room. John sat next to me and we snuggled together as we watched another programme. John occasionally would fondle my still hard willy and I too would slip my hand over giving his a rub. Soon it stood proud and his tip glistened in the fading light. He in a soft voice told me to stand on the sofa positioning me so that I stood one leg on either side of his facing him. Pulling me gently towards him my willy entered his mouth. He licked a around and then put both his hands on my bum cheeks. Holding kind of tight he was making me sway back and forth moving my hardness in his sucking mouth and lips. My tickley feeling hit like a train, making me sink down into his lap when it had subsided. Feeling his dick between my legs and on my bum. I slid back and with nothing said, slipped as much of him in and sucked. He moved up and down under me but not as to hit the back of my throat making me gag. It didn’t take too long before he cried out but the position I had myself in got his first spurt in my mouth. I rubbed him until I was told to stop. There it was again, the taste. This time only a small amount and it didn’t seem as salty and peppery as the last time. Rolling it with my tongue I swallowed. More praise heaped upon me, pride is the only word I can use to describe what I was feeling. Later we were sharing my dads double bed, still naked and in a cuddle. Sleeping soundly I awoke looking forward to the day, the first time in my short life that I could remember.
By the time I was 10 learned that sex between boys was considered to be wrong but now being part of my life dismissed this and looked forward to every encounter with John. Not to say it was sexual all the time. John taught me to swim, fish, play football and many other things when his time permitted.
Over that two years I had come on in the dick sucking department even allowing him to shoot off his load in my mouth. Also, I could deep throat John also being able to tell when he was about to cum. When I felt his dick go ridged and swell in my mouth, along with his accompanying groans and noises, I’d reduce the sucking and relax the pressure on his dick making him last longer. He loved those skills of mine and when he’d eventually cum, he exploded with force deep into my throat.
It was about then that he started to pay particular attention to my bum, licking me all over down there. His tongue would even go into my rear soon to be followed by a finger, then two. It took him many sessions to get me this far. When first trying this, my bottom felt like he was trying to get a car up there and it hurt like hell leaving me with a sore hole for quite some time after. Now though, here I was, able to take the fingers without complaint and some amount of enjoyment.
One night when he was giving me the fingers the question was asked. I didn’t hear him at first as he was hitting my little internal button sending pulses of such pleasure through my dick and body.
“I think your ready for my dick to be in there, don’t you”?
On the second time of asking I heard the request, coming down from my own little world his prodding had put me in to. I knew he really wanted to do this but had always said it was up to me when and if I’d let him. Looking at the size of his dick. I had often wondered if that thing would fit up there. Sometimes I would examine my poo in the pan and thought, if that can come out and be that size maybe I can get his dick up my bum. I lay there and pondered.
“OK you can t t t try it”.
“Magic mate. It might hurt at the start but you’ll get used to it and the pain will go. I promise if it’s too bad I’ll take it out.” He said this while crossing his heart.
Lying on my back retuning his look knowing he kept his promises.
“Yeah let’s d d do it”.
He reached into the bedside drawer for the Vaseline I’d use sometimes to bring him off. Getting me to turn over positioned me on my knees and my chest and head down on the bed, bum in the air. I could feel his fingers rubbing at my hole. Colder than normal but nice. In went one then two and I could feel him working away at my hole. Rotating, twisting and separating his fingers my ring was open and relaxed. Seeing him reach for the Vaseline and rub it al over his dick he once again disappeared behind me. Rubbing his rod up and down between my bum cheeks asked if I was ready. I mumbled a reply. I could feel him increase the pressure on my ring and then.
“Oh my god, that’s f f f fucking agony” when his head went in. It felt like petrol had been poured and set alight on my insides. He paused holding the head inside me. The pain had brought me onto all fours where looking between my legs could see his balls hanging there.
“It’s OK. Told you it might hurt but listen, it will go away”! “Do you want me to stop”?
I held my position, with his knob end penetrating my ring piece. After a little time my hole had got used to this massive intrusion.
“You think you can take more? If you want me to stop, I will”? Leaving the decision up to me.
“It it it it’s all right n n n now”! Feeling the thrust again, his dick slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. His dick was now up to the hilt leaving his balls against my bum. Inside me it felt sore and trying to poke out my belly button or rip me in two. My ring piece was doing it’s damnedest along with my innards to push him out. Holding it in my depths John again paused. He must have felt me start to get used to being impaled as his dick was withdrawn a bit then back in. Building up the pace I could feel every time he hit my internal button. This sent twinges coursing through my body and my softened dick began to rise. Now going at it, powerful with each thrust John was giving praise and thanks to me when it slipped out. Ramming it deep into my depths it was replaced. It hurt once more and I thought of calling a halt to his pleasure. My button was being so regularly massaged I got the tickley feeling stronger than I’d ever felt, without even a touch to my willy. This tightened me up and not long behind John was cuming into my bum. I swear I could feel every pulse as he unloaded in my bowels. We slid over onto our sides with his dick still in me. I felt drained but also so pleased with myself. His dick fell from me and my ring began to close letting a few drops of his cum out before full closure. We cleaned up. John had a, cat got the cream smile and ruffled my long dark hair and looking into my hazel eyes heaped me with thank you after thank you.
These encounters became almost an everyday thing as John realizing my Dad was at the pub every night and knew that his late return, could allow us to enjoy each others company. Soon he was humping (as he called it) me at every opportunity and in every position he could get me in. My favorite was face to face because as it allowed me to see him and the pleasure he gained from my bum hole.
There is more to this story but I’ll hold that back for another time. Thanks for reading my ramblings of my youth.

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My dancing pt. 1

I’ve been involved in a few different jobs over my lifetime. The one that I would have to say I enjoyed the most was my time as a dance instructor. During that time, I learned a lot, not only about dance, but also about seduction. This series will relate a few of those experiences. They are all independent and can be read in any order. For those short story readers, this one in particular is not for you. It’s pretty drawn out but has very good promise. If you like a good read and a story that follows through, this is for you. It’s %100 true so I can’t cut anything out or you’d miss out on what happened. There’s plenty to enjoy here.
I first got the job training at a studio, with the promise to move on into teaching. They were a small independent studio with a lot of recognition. The deal they proposed acted out as a scholarship program of sorts. I trained for free, the value of what was learning being the $100,000’s. Learning to dance at the level I was being trained was not something you learned quickly or easily. People spend years taking lessons an hour or two a week to get to where I would hopefully be within 5 months. I was to be at the studio for at least 25 hours a week training. I was put into a small group of other people who were there for the same deal. There was one other guy, a long-time friend who had actually told me about the deal that the studio was putting on. To make things even, there were two girls that would be working with us. I was introduced to the first, we’ll call her Jenny. She was an ok looking redhead, a lot of flare in her attitude, seemed like someone that would be fun to hang out with, maybe more.
The three of us stood there exchanging pleasantries when I heard a voice behind me, “Sorry I’m late, my son can be a handful some times.” I turned to look and there stood this girl, a couple years older than me, in her early twenties. The first thing I noticed was her face. People subconsciously perceive beauty in symmetry, equal distance in facial features, well-proportioned areas throughout the body, and according to the individual judging, preference in skin tone, hair color, and eye color. By those terms, this girl was absolutely gorgeous. My mouth must have dropped because my friend gave me a quick nudge and I quickly shut my mouth almost forgetting to breathe. I was taken aback. The color in her eyes was a deep blue, it looked like a pool of transcendent water you just wanted to jump into. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders and slightly across her face. I say cascaded because her hair looked like a majestic water fall with slight curls just rippling down giving the impression of water falling off of a high cliff. Her face just glowed, I don’t know if it was the make-up or something else, but it seemed to shine, almost giving off a glare. I took a quick glance at her body and everything was the right size and in the right place. She was wearing a tight top, showing off her 36 c breasts, just the perfect handful in my opinion. Further down she was wearing tight jeans giving everyone a great view of her predominant thighs and luscious legs. I couldn’t wait to get a look at her ass. With legs and thighs like that, her ass had to be nothing short of flawless.
I was brought back into reality when she extended her hand. “You must be the new guy joining our class. My name is Ashley.” I picked my jaw up off of the floor and answered back with, “Yeah, my name is Chris, nice to meet you.” I looked deep into her eyes as we spoke, wanting to bathe in them. Her hand lingered with mine as she smiled towards me. “Well, let’s get started,” Jenny said, pulling Ashley and me out of trance.
We spent the next few days working on the basic steps. They had already been in the class a few weeks ahead of me, but I managed to surpass them in technique and style. Being a very visual person, I was able to pick up on the steps a lot quicker than they had and by the end of the month I was taking moves from the other instructor just by watching them teach their students and train for competitions with their more experienced ones. The girls were sure to notice and often pulled me aside to work with them away from the class. Jenny was alright but it seemed Ashley was doing a much better job, or perhaps it was my infatuation with her flawless body that affected my judgment. Either way, I enjoyed dancing with her far more than anyone else. We seemed to move so well together. All of our movements together were so fluid, it felt like a stream just pouring water into a reservoir.
The studio director had been watching us and said he would like us to perform a small dance exhibition for the students at the studio at one of the upcoming parties that we hosted every week. We were both thrilled with the idea. We had been given a chance to show off in front of everyone, show off for the studio director and other instructors, and show what we really had. I took this on as a challenge. I talked to Ashley about what dance we should do and we chose to do the tango, a personal favorite of mine. The tango is a sexy, scandalous dance that can emit the emotions of love, sensuality, hatred, and regret all in the same routine. It’s obvious I was going for the first two. I did a little homework, watched some movies, and made note of some routines I had seen in a couple Antonio Banderas movies, “Take the Lead” and “The Mask of Zorro”. This was going to be a dance not soon forgotten.
We practiced for the next two weeks on our routine, working in leg hitches, sexy poses, all kinds of tantalizing footwork and body language, trying to make this as sensual as possible without upsetting some of the students who were most senior citizens. Myself and Ashley worked for hours together, putting in extra time at the studio to work together, we had such cohesion, everything seemed to work out flawlessly. We seemed to get a little closer as we worked together. We laughed and joked around together a lot more. She would come and see me at my second job as a bartender in a local restaurant a few times. To the untrained eye, it would seem like a harmless friendship, but to others, it was obvious flirtation. By now my friend had dropped from the training program saying he was going to emphasize more on his studies. I thought he was crazy. I danced around all day with beautiful women and got to see some disgruntled divorced and married women come in just so they could dance around for an hour at a time with younger guys. There was so much opportunity. Who would possibly want to give up this job?
I was on an unbelievable high at this point. I was dancing for several hours a week with one of the most beautiful women I had ever met in my entire life. What could I possibly complain about? I got to hold her close, smell her intoxicating perfume, and feel her warmth against me. For those of you that don’t know, the tango is danced far different than any other dance. The bodies are joined at the pelvis and there is no way either person could tell the other wasn’t aroused. Several times I could see her blush when she felt my erection against her. I too had to blush on occasions feeling the heat emanating from what I could only imagine to be the perfect pussy. I could only hope to get the chance to prove my theory right.
The day before the performance she invited me over to her house for lunch before we would have to go into work. She had made some homemade Chinese food. It was great, tasted authentic enough with a little extra something on the side, no, I’m not talking about the food. We sat on the couch to talk for a little while and I’m not entirely sure what happened. All I know his, my lips found her and we came in for a magnificent kiss, one I will never forget. It was almost as exciting as sex itself. My hands found her body, her hands found mine. We teased each other, touching all the right places, caressing each other gently, both of us enjoying every sensation the other had to offer. I reached down and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly revealing those gorgeous breasts to my eyes. I took a quick gasp as I finally stared at her partial nudity. She reacted by pulling me in for another kiss. She straddled me and I reached behind her to grip her nice firm ass. It was far better than I could have ever imagined. To this day, I haven’t had my hands on a better one. I slid my hands up to the clasp on her bra and undid it. She pulled away from me and slowly slid it down, teasing me all the while. Her breasts finally came into view. If you could ever imagine perfect nipples and areolas, these were them. I couldn’t help myself, I dove in for a taste. I suckled on each one gently as she moaned, barely audible. She gave few soft moans, just above a whisper as I suckled her beautiful breasts and reached my hands down to squeeze that gorgeous ass again.
She took a quick glance at the clock. “Oh shit, I have to go pick up my sister.” She jumped off of me and put her bra and top back on. “I’m really sorry but I have to go. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I reluctantly got up and went to the door. She gave me one last deep sensual kiss and then I went to my truck and drove off. My cock was throbbing so hard I jacked off driving home. No woman had driven so me crazy. I couldn’t stand it.
The next day I showed up to the studio a little early. We had planned on going over the routine a couple more times before it was time to perform. Ashley came in with a devilish smile on her face. She looked at me with those amazing eyes, captivating my attention and leaned in close to me. “I promise I’ll make it up to you,” she said. I just gave her a sly grin and we began to practice. I had picked out “Roxanne”, the version played in the movie “Mouline Rouge” for the music to our exhibition. Everything was going smooth.
It was time to perform and everything went off without a hitch. I couldn’t find a single flaw in our performance and neither could anyone else. The other instructors that had been teaching for more than 10 years, some of them teaching over 20 years all came over and told us how impressed they were, one of them with obvious envy in his eyes as I had stolen one of his moves and performed it better than he ever had. Ashley was ecstatic. We enjoyed the party and danced with the students, everyone having lots of fun and the students always complimenting her and me on how well we had done. My ego was at an all time high.
After the part was over, Ashley approached me and asked me if I wanted to go out to a club. She informed me one of the other instructors was going and that a couple of her friends were going. I was dying for more time with her after what had happened the night before. There was no way I was saying no. I got in her car with her and we drove off, heading towards to club. Once we got there, we met up with everyone else and got in line for the club. She held my hand and held me close. I looked down at her and asked her if she was cold. She looked up at me and said, “No, I just like having you close,” and then gave me a quick wink as we went in the door after paying the cover.
It was kind of a grungy club, a lot of people who I wouldn’t exactly favor hanging out with, seemed to be a lot of thugs and wanna be gangsters. That didn’t matter to me, I had Ashley with me and that was enough. We had a drink and began to dance the way you would in a club. She turned her back to me and grinded that gorgeous ass against my crotch. There were so many things I wanted to do to her right then. She was driving me absolutely crazy. There was no way she couldn’t feel my hard dick pressed against her firm ass. We enjoyed the night and the club began to close. “Well, are we taking this back to your place?” I said. “Sorry, my mom has my son and I have to go pick him up. It won’t be long, I promise.” As distraught as I was at that moment, I couldn’t be little her for her situation. She had a shit bag ex-husband and there wasn’t much anyone could do about it.
She dropped me off at the studio where I got into my truck and drove home. I must have gotten off three times thinking about the way she danced with me and pressed her firm ass into me. The following Monday I came back into work and saw her there. We went on, business as usual since instructors weren’t allowed to date. At the closing of the day she came up to me and said she wanted to talk to me in the break room. We went back there and she told me that her husband was going to take her son for the weekend so she was going to have a couple friends over and wondered if I could come and make the drink specials that the restaurant I worked at offered. I accepted and asked her if I should plan on driving home. She tossed me a coy smile as she brushed her hair back and said that she could probably find me a spot for the night.
Friday came and went. By the evening, we were all ready to go home for the weekend, and I was hoping there was a lot in line for me this weekend. I went home to grab a quick bite to eat and to shower and change. I showed up at Ashley’s around 8 and when she meant a couple friends, she wasn’t being modest. There were three other people there other than her. I mixed a couple drinks and everyone mostly just talked and goofed off, just random stuff. One person had to go cause he had work in the morning, another girl called in soon after saying she had to go home. The third friend got sick soon after the second one left so we tended to her and left her on the couch to sleep it off. “Well, I guess the couch is taken,” I said. “Well, I guess you’ll have to sleep with me,” Ashley said. I could tell she was a little tipsy but didn’t think much of it.
She grabbed me by the hand and led me to her room. “Turn around,” she said, “I’m going to change.” I turned towards her bed and slipped my shoes and shirt off. I was hoping there wasn’t going to be a need for them. All of a sudden the lights went out and she came up behind me, wrapping her hands around me, gripping my well-toned chest and abs. She laid in bed and pulled me in with her. She immediately pulled me in for a kiss. I sure as hell wasn’t going to argue, not with the pent up feelings I had. My hands were roaming over her body, being sure to get another feel of her gorgeous tight yet tender ass. I pulled her closer to me, feeling her body pressed tightly against mine. Her hands went down to my pants and began to undo them. She fumbled with my belt buckle and managed to get it undone. She worked my pants down and off of me and then began to kiss down my chest and body, finally reaching my dick. She licked the length of it slowly, making me gasp at the sensation of her tongue on the underside of my cock. Her lips enveloped the tip and slowly took my whole length into her mouth. She swallowed me whole until the tip reached the back of her throat. She gagged a little and came up for air. “Sorry, you’re only the second person I’ve ever been with,” she said. “Trust me, that’s not a problem,” I said as I smiled. She smiled back and gave her affirmation by swallowing my dick whole once again, taking it all the way into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down. The sensation was absolutely wonderful. I couldn’t believe she didn’t have more experience. “That’s enough,” I said as I pulled her up to me to kiss her. I slid my tongue between her lips and started to move it across hers. She only responded with deep moans that put me on end. I slid my hands under her shirt to cup those wonderful breasts again. Her nipples were on point and I rolled my thumbs over them, making her moans even deeper.
I slid her shirt off, soon to be followed by the shorts she was wearing. I reached down between her legs and immediately felt how wet and hot her pussy was. It felt like she was on fire. She was radiating an amazing amount of her and juices, I’ve never felt a pussy this warm. I tried to slide two fingers into her and find she was too tight. This was crazy. After having a kid, could she really be that tight? I worked the one finger in and out of her enough to loosen her up, finally getting to fingers into her. She shuddered as the second finger into her. I rubbed my thumb across her clit and she immediately clamped down on my fingers and started to spasm. I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to get my dick into that sweet pussy of hers. I removed my fingers from her and positioned myself over her. I tried pressing my dick into her but she was too tight. My dick just wouldn’t go in. I was dumbfounded, this had never happened. I went back to fingering her and loosened her up some more, finally being able to spread her pussy enough for three fingers.
I decided to try again and once again tried pushing my dick deep inside to tight warm wet pussy. To my surprise, it actually went in this time. It was by far the tightest pussy I’ve ever had my cock inside of in the 10 years I’ve been having sex. Amazing! I thought I might instantly cum. I just held my dick in her deep, enjoying the feeling. It was sensational. Her tight pussy seemed to clamp around my cock. I returned the favor by clamping my lips around one of her nipples as I began to slide my dick in and out of her slowly. She moaned with each stroke, seeming to enjoy every moment of it. With every second stroke I pressed in as hard as I could, being sure I got as deep as I could, savoring every moment. I started to get into a good rhythm, getting a little faster and a little deeper with every thrust. “I didn’t know this could feel this good,” she said.
She grabbed me by the shoulders and rolled both of us over, putting her on top. She stood straight up and began to rock her hips back and forth. I reached behind her and took hold of her firm sexy ass once again. It was flawless, not a dimple, not a crease, not a stretch mark, it was absolutely perfect. I took a tight grip of it and helped her move against my body, driving my cock into every corner of her warm wet pussy. She rocked back and forth against me, occasionally lifting herself off of me and then driving herself back down. The intensity I was feeling wasn’t going to make me last long.
I grabbed hold of her hips and held her down on me one last time as I let go a torrent of cum deep into her. I pumped several loads of cum deep into her pussy. I lost count of how many. I was so spent, it felt like I came five times in a row. People say men can’t have multiple orgasms. In that moment, I confirmed that they can. It hit me wave after wave as her pussy clamped down onto my dick. It’s a feeling that I am sure can ever be duplicated. I don’t know what happened. I just know that the next morning I woke up with this gorgeous girl on top of me and my dick still buried deep inside of her. It would seem we both collapsed on each other and fell asleep. I wasn’t disappointed in the least.
Much to my disappointment, this would be the only account I would ever have with this girl. Many things happened over the transpiring months and we couldn’t stay together much to my dismay. I still think about her in a romantic context. I wish we could have made things happen.
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My co worker Paul # 3

By this time my cock was aching to have an orgasm I couldn’t believe that for as long as he had sucked on my cock and licked my balls that I had not come yet. I couldn’t help but compare his skills at sucking me to the way my wife would once in while suck me. Paul’s mouth felt so much bigger on my cock that it made my cock feel so small. My wife would suck and gag and never more than 3 minutes and hated the taste of my pre cum but Paul on the other hand could suck on my cock and suck it in deep for a long time. The way he sucked me was as if he really liked to suck cock while my wife never really liked to. It was here on his bed that I heard my self talking dirty to him as he sucked on my cock and licked my balls. I called him my bitch, my cock sucker and my whore. Words my wife hated to hear from me when we had sex. This time I didn’t even tell him I was gonna cum I just came knowing he wanted my seed in his belly. I laid there motionless on his bed as I was exhausted from having one great orgasm. He scooted up and laid his head on my chest and I being grateful just wrapped my arms around him like I had with my wife. I know it was the beers that I had drank combined with a great blow job that I soon fell asleep without knowing I had. When I woke up I saw it was only 11 pm. And Paul wasn’t on the bed with me. I was still naked and I was still a bit buzzed from the beers I had drank since I usually don’t drink more than 3 and that had been awhile back. I searched with my eyes to see if Paul was here and soon he stepped out of the bathroom with a robe on. My first reaction was to get dressed and leave but I knew I had no place that I really had to be at since my wife wasn’t home and I didn’t feel ashamed that I was naked in front of Paul. I asked him how long was I out and he said just a couple of hours or so. I started to look for my clothes but they weren’t where I had taken them off and I asked him, where’s my clothes? I’m washing them for you right now he said. With that he handed me a robe he had and I felt trapped not being able to leave right away because of my clothes. I felt a bit angry at Paul for having kissed me on my mouth but I also felt grateful for keeping me sexually satisfied. We talked some more as friends and not as lovers and I kept wondering, who is this guy? Not one bit of gayness was I able to detect from him at all as we talked about sports, work and people we know. I was now on my second beer after I woke up that my clothes were now ready and out of the dryer. As he handed my clothes to me he asked me if I really had to go right now? I knew I didn’t have to but I really felt awkward spending so much time with him in a sexual manner. All this was happening so fast I felt my head spinning from all the thoughts of sex with a guy and the betrayal I had caused in my marriage or it was just the beers I had drank but I couldn’t stand up right away. I gave in and said ok I’ll stay but just one more beer and I have to go ok? Ok, he said. I drank down that second beer real fast so that I could finish my last beer with him and leave. Before I asked him for that last beer I told him I had to pee and walked over to the toilet I opened up my robe and began to pee. I felt him behind me and he reached for my cock and held it as I peed. Again no one had ever done that to me while I peed! As my last drops of pee dripped for my dick he shook my cock for me but didn’t let go of my cock but began to stroke it up and down again. I didn’t even think I would be able to get hard anymore since I had already cumed more than I ever had in one day and felt sexually satisfied but I was wrong. As he reached with both hands around me and fondled my cock and balls with both hands he whispered in my ear lets shower together. With one hand on my cock and the other on the shower faucets he pulled me in with him. I was still not fully erect as he soaped me all over. I too got the soap and began to soap him down. He turned around and faced the wall and spread his legs apart as to say soap my ass. I rubbed the soap all around his ass and down to his balls and back to his butt and as I did this my cock stated to get hard again and he wasn’t even touching me. The feeling of squeezing another mans ass was another first for me and I loved it. He bent down every time my hand would go past his asshole then he told me told me stick my fingers in him. Wow! I was lost in my lust to this guy. The next time I went near his hole with my soaped up hand I felt his entrance and stated to wiggle my finger in, little by little and deeper and deeper. Next thing I knew I had two fingers in him and he was fucking himself with my fingers in him. He felt tight, really tight like no pussy I had ever felt. Yet my fingers slipped in and out of his ass so easily. By now I had one hand in his ass and with the other hand I was stroking his cock. All I could hear from him were moans of pleasure and lust. He was nothing like my wife. She never allowed me to touch her asshole ever. She would say it was wrong and I knew it was wrong too but I like it. Then came the words I wanted to hear him say, he said fuck me. He bent himself lower to have his ass stick out for me and since my cock was already soaped up and slippery I positioned my self behind him and slowly pushed in. Wow! It was tight! All he did was moan and grunt and winch around in discomfort but soon he was cooing in lust as I fucked my first mans ass and it felt wonderful! I was in heaven once again. He asked me to stop and said come fuck me on the bed instead. We dried off some and hurried to his bed so I could finish fucking him and cum in his ass.

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This is a pretty long one, as well as semi-autobiographical. Names and some details changed, but generally a true story

True Story

The Fitting Room

Back when I was in high school, more years ago than I care to remember, I worked on the school newspaper and yearbook. We handled business like any other newspaper – based on advertising.
One day in class, the teacher asked me if I’d go by one of the local clothing stores after school to do some photos for an ad for the yearbook. The owner had three of my classmates working for him and wanted them, dressed in clothing from the store, as the centerpiece of the ad.
I told the teacher I could do it and, after school let out, stopped at home to grab a camera and headed toward the downtown store. Imagine my surprise, and pleasure, when I learned Nancy was one of the girls who’d be modeling for me.
Nancy and I were both sophomores, so I’ll place our age at 15 or 16. Nancy was a gorgeous, pixie-faced, dark haired girl. She stood maybe 4-foot-10 and weighed in at about 90 pounds, soaking wet.
But she wasn’t skin and bones. She sported a pair of 36C tits and had a high, tight, heart-shaped ass that was to die for. When she was walking down the halls of the school in a pair of tight jeans, it looked like two kittens, fighting in a denim sack.
The other two girls, Julie and Joan, were cute, too. But they didn’t hold a candle to Nancy. I’d probably gone through a whole case of tissues over her, if you know what I mean.
We got to shooting at various locations around the store about 4 p.m. Each girl had three or four different outfits their boss wanted them to wear for the photos. The owner had already left for the day, leaving Nancy to close up, when we got done about 5:15. Joan and Julie left, letting the door lock behind them.
I went to the back of the store to pack up my camera gear and was headed toward the door. Nancy was nowhere to be seen. Then, I heard something inside one of the dressing rooms. I figured Nancy was changing.
I turned toward the curtained area to tell her I was leaving when I got the shock of my life. The dressing room curtain was open about a foot and there was Nancy, in a tiny white bra, slipping her skirt down her legs. Then, there was Nancy, in tiny white bra and panties.
My 16-year-old dick literally shot down the leg of my pants as Nancy turned toward me to hang the skirt on a hook by the entrance to the dressing room. I was like a deer caught in the headlights. I couldn’t have moved or even looked away if I wanted to — and I REALLY didn’t want to.
The bra and panties she was wearing were sheer, almost to the point of being see through. I could clearly see the dark circles of her dusky areola, tipped by darker nipples, and the shadow of pubic hair on her mound of Venus.
I slowly dragged my eyes up her body, my cock throbbing inside my jeans, tenting the front. As I reached her face, instead of a shocked look, screams and hands madly flinging the curtain shut, I found Nancy, grinning.
A little aside about myself. I knew, from what I’d seen in the gym locker room, I had a larger than average cock even at 16. Nancy obviously saw, and appreciated, the tent I was pitching in my jeans. She seemed to enjoy the fact it was all for her.
“Um,” she said, wiggling the index finger of her right hand at me in an ages-old gesture. “Come here.”
I put the camera bag down and, as if in a trance, walked up to the curtain. I passed through, into the dressing room, where Nancy took my hand and pulled me the rest of the way inside. Still holding my hand, she turned her back to me, giving me my first clear look at her amazing ass.
“Help me with my bra,” she said, as she released my hand. “Unhook me, please.”
With trembling hands, I reached for the tiny scrap of material holding the garment in place around her body. I looked over her head – I was close to 6-feet by my sophomore year – catching her eyes in the mirror as I worked the here-to-fore foreign clasp.
It didn’t take me long and the device parted under my fingers. Unbidden, my hands crept up her body to her shoulders, hooked the straps of her bra and pushed it down her arms and off. I was looking straight at them in the mirror when the cups released their grip on her breast flesh. I just about came in my pants as they were revealed.
I released the straps, let the bra fall down her arms, and reached around to cup her beautiful, round tits. The hadn’t moved when the cups released, they were that firm. As my hands closed around the delicate teen flesh, Nancy moaned and pressed back against me, grinding her back against my straining cock.
“Oh, mmmmmy Goooood!” she said. “That feels – Mmmmm!”
I palmed her tits, letting the nipples slip between my fingers. I squeezed and Nancy groaned again. I leaned down and she tilted her head back and around. Our lips met, her tongue forced its way into my mouth, and we both moaned as we kissed.
“Sit down,” Nancy said as she broke away and turned toward me.
She pushed me back toward the tiny bench running the length of two walls and meeting in the corner of the dressing room. Nancy knelt between my legs and reached for my belt.
“Let’s see what we have here,” she said as she opened my belt and popped the clasp on my jeans. She pulled the zipper down and, looking me in the eye, she gripped the waistband of my pants and pulled them down to my ankles.
Her eyes got big as she was faced with the throbbing, twitching bulge in my tightey-whitey underwear. She looked up at me with another grin, grabbed the elastic of my shorts and dragged them down to join my jeans.
“Oh, fuck!” she said as she wrapped her tiny fingers around my rampant shaft. “Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to swear. Good girls shouldn’t swear.”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “I think you’re safe, then.”
“What do you mean?” Nancy asked as she started to stroke my cock slowly.
“With my cock in your hand, I don’t think that qualifies you as a good girl,” I laughed.
“Wait,” she said. “You’ll see just how good I can be.”
With that, she came up on her knees, eyed my cock one last time, then sucked the head and more than half the shaft into her mouth in one go. She gagged slightly as the tip hit the back of her mouth and nudged the entrance to her throat.
“Oh,” she said as she back off, letting my cock pop from her mouth. “That’s a big one.”
She reset her position and engulfed my cock again. She appeared determined as she began bobbing her head on the shaft until, after just four or five strokes, she forced the head into and down her throat.
“Aw, shit!” I cried as my cum just rocketed up my shaft and straight down her throat.
What? I wasn’t a virgin but I’d never been deep throated before. Also, it was the hottest girl in school, the girl of my dreams, taking my cock to the root in her gullet. So sue me!
Nancy’s throat bulged around my shaft and cum literally shot out of her nose. She backed off, coughing, but still stroking. She took a deep breath and pulled the head of my cock back into her mouth in time for the second shot to coat her tongue. I could feel her working to swallow that one as the third and fourth came flying from the head of my cock to fill her mouth.
“Grrrrgl,” she said (that’s what it sounded like, anyway) as she back off, her hand still holding my shaft as she worked to swallow my cum. Once she had her throat mostly clear, she looked at me with a grin and licked the last bit of jizz off the piss slit.
“That was yummy!” Nancy exclaimed. “I hope there’s more where that came from.”
“Trade me places and you’ll find out,” I said as I stood and lifted her to her feet.
I plopped her tight little ass down right in the corner of the bench. I dragged her panties down her shapely legs and off her feet. I spread her thighs, hooked her feet on the bench and stared at her young snatch spread in front of me.
Her pussy lips were completely smooth and dusky red, capped by an engorged clit barely hidden at the top. Her Mons was the only place she had hair, a short, soft patch of down clearly shaped into a triangle, pointing right at her gates of heaven.
I placed my hands on her thighs near their junction, used my thumbs to pry her nether lips apart and dove into her wet, fragrant snatch. As my tongue penetrated her vaginal entrance, her body jerked, her head striking the wall with a hallow “thud.”
“Oooowww,” she laughed as she reached up to rub the back of her head. “That hurt.”
“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice muffled in her snatch. “I’ll make it better.”
I sat about feasting on Nancy’s spicy, tangy pussy. I had her moaning, her fingers wrapped in my hair, as she pulled me tighter against her snatch. I caught her clit between my teeth and tortured it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it fully into my mouth.
In no time at all, Nancy was humping her hips against my face. I worked one hand between us an probed at her pussy opening, finding it soaking wet a slippery. I slowly drove one, then two fingers, deep into her body. The walls of her vagina rippled around my penetrating digits. God, I thought. She’s tight.
“Oh, shit!” she cried and mashed her hips forward, bruising my lips on her gash. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! Fuckshitffuckshitfuckshit!”
Nancy’s body froze, her muscles locked as her orgasm swept through her body. She’d barely started to relax, though, when I pulled away, positioned myself between her still-twitching thighs and drove my cock full-length into her cunt.
“Oooooooooo!” she wailed. “Oooooooooo! Fuck!”
I didn’t stop. As soon as I bottomed out on the initial penetration, I pulled back until just the head was inside the ring of muscles at her entrance, then immediately drove back inside. I quickly set up a steady rhythm, full depth strokes fucking deep into her young pussy, my balls slapping against her ass.
I hooked my arms under her knees, pulled them up until she was almost doubled over and fucked her soundly. I rose to my knees, then my feet, pulling Nancy with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and, just like that, I was standing with her impaled on my shaft.
I really wasn’t thinking as I stepped out of my jeans and underwear and carried Nancy out of the dressing room and into the middle of the shop. I lowered her down, arms and legs still wrapped around my body, onto a counter covered in wool sweaters, caps and scarves. The counter was low enough I was able to position Nancy right at the corner and, standing almost over her, pound her pussy long and hard from above.
Nancy was wailing like a banshee, working her hips to meet each and every thrust I made down into her body. The friction between her pussy and my cock made a wet, squelching sound as her natural lube was forced from her body with each thrust. She seemed incapable of coherent speech, guttural, almost animal noises escaping her lips each time I bottomed out in her snatch.
“Ah! Fu! Ck! Cum! Ming!” she cried. Nancy’s pussy, which had been gripping my cock like a velvet vice, suddenly got even tighter. She clamped down around my shaft at full penetration, her legs locked behind my back, and I was effectively trapped inside her body.
Her orgasm wracked her body as her pussy muscles danced around the shaft of my cock. That did it for me as my balls erupted. My orgasm rushed up my spine, exploded in my head then rocketed back down my body and out the end of my cock, which was pressed tight against the entrance to her womb.
“Hot!” she cried. “Cum! Hot! Cum! Fill me! Fill me up with your cum!”
That’s exactly what I did. Blast after blast of sperm-laden cum fired into her unprotected body. I couldn’t have pulled out if I wanted to, though. Nancy’s legs were locked tightly around my spasming body, holding me securely in place as I came.
“Oh, my God!” Nancy finally groaned as her muscles unlocked and her legs fell to the side. “Damn! I think I’ve just been fucked!”
“Me, too,” I said as I staggered to my feet and took a step back.
My rapidly-deflating cock slipped from her depths, followed by a rush of frothy, white cum. It poured from her gaping pussy hole and stained a sweater and scarf set she’d been resting on.
“You just about ripped me open!” she said with a grin. “We’ve got to do that again some time.”
She seemed to finally realize where we were. It was still light enough outside anybody walking by could have seen us humping up a storm on the sweater display. We both looked toward the large, plate-glass windows of the store. Fortunately, we appear to have escaped discovery.
We quickly dressed, gathered up our stuff and cleaned up the store as best we could. Nancy ended up hiding the sweater she’d leaked on at the bottom of a pile in the back room.
We made our way out of the store and I offered Nancy a ride home. As soon as she was in the front seat of my car she was leaned over, scrambling for my cock again and sucking it deeply into her mouth.
“God, I can’t get enough of this cock!” Nancy groaned as she coaxed yet a third load from my balls, parked directly in front of her house.
“Pick me up tomorrow before school,” she said as she gathered her stuff, wiped a stray drop of cum from her lips and bounced out of the car. “I wanna suck that thing before class.”
Nancy and I ended up fucking our way through the rest of high school, including an unbelievably hot session behind the stage at prom as the king and queen were introduced. She even shared me with a few of her girlfriends, including Julie and Joan – the girls from the photo shoot – who it turned out had seen us fucking in the store that night.
But that’s another story.

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All for Mr. Redman Chapter 4

Continuation of the series. You may want to read the others first. I meet the parents, send Peter to play football with a smile, and we have an interesting night out with Amanda and Barbara.

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Sex with a Football Player 3

“Fuck bro, just stick my fucking cock in your mouth. I want to feel your mouth on it.” he slurred. I pulled back his white underwear and out popped the most gorgeous cock I’d ever seen. It was 8 inches long, about 4 inches wide, not too many veins but enough to make it look like a man’s cock. I couldn’t wait any longer.

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The Dogs That Started It All

I knew about sex since I was about 13 but I only started experimenting when I was about 15, I’m 26 now. When I was 15 I began to “do a little research” I guess you could call it… I watched porn. I saw rather sexy woman get fucked rough and hard by men with huge dicks. I also watched as women played with their sexy little pussies and cum all over the place. Needless to say, I began to masturbate.
But, this story isn’t about all that. That was just a little background information. This story is about my dogs Buddy and Rocky.
Buddy:
When I was still “researching” sex when I was about 16, I came across quite a few bestiality sites with 30 second to one minute clips with women being fucked by horses and dogs. This made me wetter and hornier than regular porn ever had. I masturbated rather vigorously to those clips.
I used my mom’s huge pink dildo to really get me off. I would rub it roughly over my clit almost to climax and just when I was about to cum, I’d shove it into my sex, fucking my little hole as fast as I could, loving the sucking sounds it made as I came.
One day, when I was finished with the dildo, I felt someone’s hot breath on my soaking wet pussy. My little white 5 year old Maltese, Buddy, was sniffing at my exposed, glistening crotch. Now having some knowledge about bestiality, I didn’t stop him. I wanted to feel his rough, bumpy tongue lick my wet pussy. The thought of it got my juices flowing again. He stared at me for a few seconds, as if asking permission, with his beautiful brown eyes. When I grinned at him, he took the hint.
He licked my pussy roughly, quickly dipping it in and out of my hole as he passed over it, sending shivers down my spine and giving me goose bumps. He’d only been licking me for about 10-15 minutes when I came again, causing him to lick me even faster and rougher, which only made me cum even more.
When I stopped coming and he stopped licking, I looked up and noticed his fairly small doggie dick begin to poke out of his sheathe. I flipped over onto my stomach and got him to lay on his back. I began to stroke it slowly at first, but seeing it grow and swell got me horny all over again. I’d never been this turned on in my whole life.
As I got hornier, I began thrusting his rubbery doggy dick faster and harder, watery precum began to cover my hand and he could hardly lay still, he was trying to hump my hand while on his back. I soon noticed the base of his dick was beginning to swell. I later learned this was a “knot” and what is was used for. (I love knotting now… it’s both intimate and pleasurable, but that’s a whole other story.)
I jerked him off until I was sure he was going to explode and I began sucking. I sucked him for a good five minutes, loving the taste of his rubbery cock, until he exploded in my mouth. It tasted different… not particularly bad, but it was different.
I never allowed him to actually fuck me though, as I was much bigger than him. Not fatter, but even on my hands and knees there would be no way he could get his dick into my pussy without having jump for it, or if I got help. But I didn’t want to have to explain to my mom what I’ve been doing to him and why. He didn’t mind it one bit so I continued to have sexual experiences with him until we moved to a complex that didn’t allow pets and had to give him away.
And now… Rocky <3
Rocky:
The complex my mother and I moved to had a policy change about a year after we moved there so you were allowed to have dogs, cats, or birds but no rodents like rats, guinea pigs, hamsters and such. So, my mom and I both being dog people, got a German Shepard named Rocky from a shelter across town. Rocky loved to play fetch and run around, but he was otherwise a fairly calm dog.
At this point, I had already lost my virginity to my ex after about 2 months of being together. Turns out he only wanted my v-card and that was that. Needless to say, I wasn’t extremely interested in getting another boyfriend, but getting Rocky and watching his huge sheathe wiggle around when he ran made me remember my experiences with Buddy.
So one day, when my mom left for work, I called Rocky up to my room. Being such a loving and loyal dog, he came and plopped down next to me on my bed. I was already naked, and my pussy slightly wet. I had my own vibrator now which was given to me by my friend soon after my ex dumped me with a note saying, “Have a WET N’ WILD time” (inside joke). So, I got out my golden vibrator and worked at my clit with it on medium and Rocky watched with his head cocked to one side.
When I was fairly wet, I put the vibrator down and stuck two fingers in my pussy, pulling them out slowly trying to get as much pussy juice on them as possible. I stuck them under Rocky’s nose, and he sniffed them. He then eagerly began licking them. Just as I had hoped, he started sniffing around for the source of the salty goodness. He licked my lips; nope. He roughly licked my nipples, causing a moan to escape my lips, so he licked them a little more, but there was no salty flavor like from my juices, so he gave up there and sniffed lower. He licked my thigh, sending a shock up my spine. He stuck his cold nose between my pussy lips; jackpot.
I played roughly with my tits as he licked my clit and I bit my lip, holding back the moans so desperately trying to escape. He began licking furiously at my pussy, just as Buddy did but with a bigger, stronger tongue. I groaned as his tongue dipped quickly in and out of hole, unintentionally teasing me. About 15 minutes later, I was coming and moaning uncontrollably. He backed off, as if this frightened him, and then I saw it.
His dick was hardly out of the sheath but I could tell it was monstrous. I told him to roll over and he got on his back. (Writing these events are making me extremely wet). I started to jerk him off, but the larger he got, the more I wanted him in me.
Still being fairly uneducated about bestiality and sex with dogs, I figured doggy style was the only way to go. I got on the floor onto my hands and knees and patted my butt. He got the hint and licked me a few times before mounting me, his strong paws wrapped around my small waist. I felt his dick poke at my thighs a few times, and after almost fucking me in the ass, got it in my pussy. With no hesitation whatsoever, he started ramming me with his huge dick.
I heard the most sickening sucking sounds as he rammed me and his huge dick stretched my pussy to the point it almost hurt, but it felt too wonderful so I hardly focused on the pain. As he reached his full size, I could feel his cock ram into my cervix which only added to my orgasm. Soon, I felt his knot growing, but it was still small enough where it slid in and out of my pussy, which felt absolutely wonderful. If I was a bitch, I would’ve been growling with pleasure.
Soon, his knot grew to a size it caught in my pussy, but he was still humping and his precum alone felt like it was filling me. But then, I felt hot, continuous streams of cum completely fill my pussy, I could even feel some of it sneak past his knot and run down my legs. We were knotted for about 15 minutes, and I came nearly three times just having his knot in me.
Once he shrunk enough to the point he could slide out, he trotted away to clean himself up and I took a shower, in complete awe as to what happened.
Rocky and I had many more experiences like that until I headed off to college. I really haven’t had many more bestiality experiences since…
If you want me to write more, let me know! Maybe even some fiction work?
Now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to call up my boyfriend. My pussy is soaked.
~M.

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