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Angel lust

The thoughts that ran though my head were sinful, the ways I touched myself over him would not be forgiven, deep pleasure that couldn’t be satisfied without his touch. I knew I couldn’t, I shouldn’t but that didn’t stop my mind from thinking it, I wanted to feel mortal pleasure in the hands of a man. More than anything I have ever wanted or needed before. I didn’t understand the emotions that flowed thought my head; lust was not an emotion angels were meant to feel.
But here I was this is what I feel and I know it’s too late; I was going to act on it even if it killed me. I looked myself over in the reflection of the lake, my long black hair fell perfectly to my waist, and my olive green eyes sparkled with longing. What I was wearing was a sin in itself; a short black skirt with fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots and a black corist with red lace. My hourglass body made the outfit look even more stunning.
This was it, I told myself as I climbed the back steps to his house, the back door was open as it always was so I could drop by without being seen. I walked thought the door, past the living room out the hall and up the stairs. I stopped when I got to his bedroom door. my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I let myself wonder over the last time we had met, I had gone up to his room and caught him in the middle of jerking off. but instead of closing the door and letting him finish in privet, I watched. the thought sent the same heat between my legs as when I had been watching, his strong manly hands had been going so fast and the pleasure that had been wrote over his face was so delouses I wanted to help. But I didn’t I just watched, my hand had gone down to my pussy and was stroking it hornyly. After I watched him explode before my eyes, I waited for him to sort himself out before entering his room. The hint of hornyness has still been in his stormy blue eyes. I couldn’t wait anymore. I opened his bedroom door.
There he was sat on his bed playing on his Xbox, he looked so hot. His black hair was swept to the right and he wore black skinny jeans with a red no fear t-shirt. He didn’t look up as I entered the room and sat next to him on his bed, his eyes were glued to the game of halo he was in the middle of.
“Heyy scar” he said in ecnolagment.
“Heyy” I whispered back, putting my legs up over his. Suddenly he became aware of my outfit, his eyes traced my body not missing a thing as they looked me over. He didn’t pause the game but seemed to forget it all together. “Heyy” he said aigen, his eyes locking on mine.
“How are you?” I asked acting completely natural.
“amazing” he said his eyes doing another tour over my body, I couldn’t help the satisfaction I felt from his attention.
“good” I reply, putting my hand on his leg. His eyes look down my hand, then back up at me, I recognise that horny glint in his eyes aigen and had to bite my lip so I didn’t let out a moan.
“you look beautiful” zak said, his hand dropping the Xbox controller letting it clutter to the floor, but he barely noticed letting his hand fiddle with my long hair. it surprised me how hooked he seemed, zak was nineteen four years older than me and I knew for a fact that he had slept with a few girls. So why was he acting so star struck by me? maybe it’s because he knows how off limits we were, maybe it was because I as an angel my blood made me naturally more beautiful than humans, or maybe it was just how some humans reacted to a women.
“Thank you” I replied.
I could feel the sexual tension between us building, it was at record high and I knew the only thing for it was to tease him until he cracked.
“I’m thirsty” I anoused, sliding onto his lap before standing making sure I stuck my boobs out. I walked toward his door “coming sweetie?” I asked twirling my hair round my fingers.
“Yes” he said a little too quickly. I gestured with my finger for him to follow and made my way down to the kitchen, Zak only a short distance behind me. when we got into the kitchen, I bent down to get a cup out of the cumbered. I could feel zak’s eyes on my arse as my bright red thong was sure to be on display, I put the cup onto the counter “would you like one?” I ask, knowing I would have to bend down aigen zak nodded. this time when I bent down I felt zak move close behind me getting a better look, I felt his hand on my waiste and took a little longer than nessersry before handing him the second cup. “What can we drink?” I ask him, Turing round so we were face to face only cm’s between us.
“Milk?” he offered. Already grabbing it out the fridge.
“Mmm I love milk” I said with a naughty smile, zak closed his eyes biting his lip. I was getting to him I though with satisfaction. He poured out the milk and got me a straw. I drank it sexual playing around with my straw, I noticed zak’s eyes locked on me.
“Scar?” he asked.
“Yeah?” I replied, noticing the hard package in his jeans.
“Do you know what you’re doing? I mean do you know about sex?” he asked me. I pull myself up onto the counter pulling my legs up with a small gap between them. his eyes flick between my legs then back up at me.
“Yeah, I know most things about it” I reply.
“so you understand that sex causes pleasure for both the man and the women, that sometimes there can be a sort of sexual need between two people” he tells me.
“yeah it’s like when i find you attractive and I get that burning feeling between my legs, it makes me want to touch myself or have you touch me” I answer. There was a slight pause then a smile light his face “have you ever touched yourself scar?” he asks.
“Yeah a lot, I can’t help it and it feel so good” I tell him “I’ve seen you touch yourself too and it gave me that feeling”
“Ohh fuck” was all he said in response.
“Sorry” I say looking down at my feet.
“Why are you saying sorry?” he asks.
“Because i touched myself over you” I reply.
“scar that’s a good thing, a women has certain needs and those needs need to be satisfied, I’m saying fuck because its turning me on that you touch yourself over me” he informed me. I smile and pull him toward me, his eyes fall to my lips. My heart starts to beat faster and I look down at his lips. he moves closer slowly giving me time to back out but I didn’t instead I move toward him, finally are lips meet. I gasp, the feeling exciting me. I kiss him again and aigen, his kisses getting deeper faster. I feel his hands sliding up my legs. My hands curling round his neck. He breaks our kiss and looks away pulling me to him “scar I’m really horny and if you keep kissing me like that I’m gunna be despite” he said.
“I want that” I say bringing his lips back to mine. I kiss him hard letting him know I’m horny too. I pull at his shirt hungrily and within seconds he’s pulling it over his head. My fingers stroke over his chest the skin fuelling me making me need more. His hands pull my skirt from under me, i smile kissing him deeper still. Suddenly I break the kiss and jump down from the counter. “I wanna suck your cock” I tell him undoing his jeans and taking them off. He pulls off his boxers and my eyes widen, I had seen his cock before but I swear it was never that big. “You like it baby?” Zak asks jerking it slowly.
“I wanna taste your big cock” I say kneeling down in front of him, I open my mouth and lick his shaft. It taste good I decide and take it deep into my mouth feeling it touch the back of my throat, I take it out and smile up at him before sucking it aigen, I feel it throbbing inside my mouth making my pussy feel wetter. I hold onto his waiste and pull him toward my mouth making his cock push down my throat. He swears watching me “you’re a fucking angel” he grunts. I smile taking his cock in faster and faster. I liked the feel of it in my mouth, it fitted perfectly letting me taste him all. I pull him out my mouth and start sliding my hand up and down while I lick his balls gently nibbling them as I look up at him. “you taste so good zak I want you so bad” I say as I take his cock back into my mouth letting my fingers play with his balls. He grunts closing his eyes. I suck him in deep and fast letting his whole cock slide in and out of my mouth in quick movements. “Scar stand-up” Zak commands his voice desperate. He turns me round and leans me over the counter. “god your hot” he says more to himself then to me, “right baby I’m gunna push my cock into your pussy”
“I want you to penetrate me so bad” I moan. He pulls off my thong and stands behind me, his fingers stroking my pussy. “god your so wet” he says. His finger pushing into me, I gasp closing my eyes. his finger pushes in and out then a second enters the feeling of pleasure doubling then a thread pushes into me. I moan lying my face on the cold marble counter. His fingers disappear, then replaced by a warm hard cock. He lets it run over my pussy not going in it just stroking it. then he pulls it back and pushes the head inside me, I gasp. I knew it was only the head but it already felt like my pussy was full up. “god your tight” he grunts. He thrusts out then pushes the head in and out a few more times I smile loving the simple pleasure and then suddenly my veins are pumping with pleaser as his cock goes all the way. I moan loudly. His cock responding by throbbing inside my pussy making me feel tight around him. he pulls out and thrusts into me hard, I scream with pleasure as he bounces ageist my back wall. he thrusts aigen this time faster then faster still. My pussy pulsing with pleasure after pleasure. Zaks hands hold me by my waiste pushing me into him as he pushes toward me, making his cock push deep ageist my g spot. “oh zak yeah, fuck” I shout encouraging him to go even faster. Before long my pussy starts squeeze his cock pushing me to cum. Zak swears feeling me cum. His cock throbbing “I’m gunna cum baby” he pleased.
“cum for me zak, cum in my pussy” I beg him. zak goes maximum speed slamming his cock into me, slapping my arse with his body. I scream out ready to cum aigen. we both reach climax, my pussy squeezing his cock as it throbs blowing cum inside me. I gasp for breath the most amazing feeling flowing throw my veins.

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Stories come true (Her story)

This is the same story as the original “Stories come true”. The difference is the point of view, this one is written by the girl. I suggest you start by reading the other one first, as you may be confused.

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Chapter 1 – Nate & Ryan

This is a fictional story about two teenage boys, although the story is based on true events that took place in my own personal life. Enjoy! More will be posted.
Story characters include Ryan, a 17 year-old bisexual high school student, and Nate, a 15 year-old, secretly bisexual, high school student.
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This was the summer that changed my life forever. My name is Ryan, I’m 17, and your average high school guy. I’m not very interesting. I don’t like sports, love to read and write, play video games, and hang out with friends in my spare time, like any other high school student. I do have something about me that sets me aside from most in my school. I’m bisexual, but I’ve always kept that to myself. No one needs to know, right? At least, that’s what I use to think.
In June, I’d met a guy named Nate. He is 15 years old, stands no taller than 5’4″, has long, shaggy black hair, bright blue eyes, and a slightly tanned body. I had seen him around the school before, but we hadn’t really talked before that June. I can’t really tell you what it was we talked about that got our friendship started, but I can tell you that our friendship blossomed quickly, to the point where we were basically best friends by August; as one of us was always around the other.
That is, when he wasn’t hanging out with his girlfriend, Olivia. She was older than him by three years, but he acted more mature than she did. He liked to brag about all the action he got from her to me when we were alone. In a way, it kind of made me jealous of her. Nate was incredibly attractive, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. In fact, I was afraid to even admit I felt that way to myself. He was my friend, after all.
This particular day, I found myself at his place, playing Xbox; something we often spend hours doing together, when we are together. As we played, we talked about life. School was approaching in two weeks; something we were both dreading, but it gave us something to converse about. We also talked about girls, particularly his girlfriend.
On everything except for sex, he complained about her. “She is so annoying”, “she never leaves me alone”, etc. Those are the things he always told me. When sex was involved, however, she was the best thing in his life. It was rather funny to be honest.
After an hour and a half of this, Nate took a break and grabbed a beer from his dad’s refrigerator. The 60 year old man didn’t care that his youngest son drank. He offered me one, but I declined. I hated the taste of alcohol, and didn’t want anything to do with it. He always harassed me for this.
“C’mon dude, just try some!” he barked, already getting tipsy. “Its an acquired taste. Once you get use to them, you’ll love ’em!”
“You’re already getting drunk!” I laughed back. “Just listen to you! Why would I follow that example?”
“Suck my dick!” he barked in retaliation.
Though he meant it sarcastically, as a jab at me, for some reason, whenever he says that to me, my own dick twitches.
“Really, dude?” I would always sarcastically respond, followed by a roll of my eyes.
He chuckled, “You think I’m kidding?” he continued; the sarcasm virtually dripping in his voice.
I shrugged his comment off and we relocated to his bedroom to talk some more. He put on a movie after about half an hour. “Jurassic Park”, one of my favorites, and his. But he didn’t make it far through the movie. Fifteen minutes in, he was fast asleep on his bed, leaving me to watch the movie by my lonesome.
At first, this was easily accomplished. I watched with little distracting me, but soon, curiosity began to rise in the pit of my stomach. All our earlier talk about his sex life combined with my attraction for him had me curious to see what he was packing.
I tried my hardest to contain my curiosity, attempting to fight it back by distracting myself with the movie, however, the thought that I might never get this opportunity again caused me to give in to temptation. Slowly, I got up from my seat on the carpet, crawling over to his bed, where he was sleeping. Slowly and carefully, I slipped my hands inside his waistband and slid his pants down to his knees, revealing his boxers. Nervousness suddenly swelled in my chest, and I shot a glance at his face to make sure he was still sleeping, then I carefully peeled back his boxers, revealing the hidden treasure inside.
His dick was perfect, to say the least. It was a good six and a half inches, cut, and smooth. No veins and no hair. I was so busy observing this beauty that I didn’t even notice him stir.
“Dude…” he mumbled upon seeing me.
I froze, fear now fully gripping me. How would he react? How would I explain this? I just looked back at him, too scared to speak.
To my surprise, he didn’t freak out, though he was certainly surprised; evidenced by the look on his face.
“W-what were you doing?” he continued.
I gulped back my fear in an attempt to respond, “I..um..well, you see. I was curious. And you…I…I really like you…and…”
I was too nervous to even notice the smile, followed by the mischievous grin that took root on his face. Before I could continue my stuttering, he reached over to me, grabbed me by the chin and pulled me into him, our lips meeting.
His lips were soft, and the kiss was sweet. It felt like we kissed for many minutes, when in reality, it was only a few seconds. When he pulled away, he gazed back up at me with his bright blue eyes, and a pitiful smile on his face.
“What are you…?” I began to ask, but he cut me off.
“Olivia isn’t around.” he said. “And you said you were curious. Have at me.”
At that point, I’m pretty sure my face turned all shades of red. What was happening? Nate, as far as I knew, was straight as a board. Why was he letting me do this?
“Don’t be afraid.” he coaxed me, as if he knew what I was thinking.
Releasing my fear, I decided to take a crack at it. My dick was swollen in my pants. I needed release. Grabbing his pants and boxers, I completely removed them from his legs, exposing his dick and balls completely. I leaned in and kissed him once again, and then got on my knees, licking his dick head first, before taking his smooth member into my mouth entirely.
Gasps of sheer ecstasy escaped his lips as I sucked him furiously, being careful not to use my teeth. Getting somewhat braver, I reached up with my hands and planted them firmly on his ass; one on each cheek. His ass was paler than the rest of his body, and boyishly plump. It was also very soft.
“You want that ass?” he moaned playfully.
I was too busy sucking him off to reply verbally, so I squeezed his ass cheeks playfully in response. After a few more minutes of intense sucking and licking, his moans were increasing in volume. I could tell he was close.
“I’m gonna…” was all he managed to get out before three ropes of warm, sticky cum shot out, causing me to gag and spit it out. It wasn’t the best taste.
Nate plopped down on his bed, suddenly exhausted from his ejaculation. I wasn’t done yet, however. Crawling on top of him, with new found sexual drive, I kissed him with renewed passion, tugging on his lower lip with my teeth and exploring his mouth with my tongue. He returned my passion with a passionate kiss of his own.
Before I know it, my fingers are running through his long black hair, and I’m dry humping his exposed crotch. However, before our heated session could continues, noises from downstairs could be heard. His dad had returned home. He scurried to get his clothes back on, throwing me an “I’m sorry” glance before darting out of his room to go greet his father.
Little did I know, this would be the first of many encounters with my friend…

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Stacey learns about sex

Stacey learns about sex, part one.
It was the summer between high school and college for Stacey. Her family was upper middle class and she received several academic scholarships for school so she did not need to work; she decided to take the summer off. Stacey was hanging out in front of the TV one day when her friend from high school, Jeremy, came over. She had not seen Jeremy in the three weeks since school let out. Jeremy had also decided to take the summer off.
Stacey hears the door bell and get up to go to the door. When she opens the door she sees Jeremy.
“Hey, Jeremy, how you doing” asked Stacey.
“Great, been lovin’ this time off before I have to start studying all over again,” Jeremy replied.
Stacey opens the screen door and invites Jeremy in the house. Stacey is wearing very tight cut off shorts and a very tight and revealing halter top. Jeremy goes into the house and sits on the love seat opposite Stacey. Jeremy is wearing very loose fitting athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt.
“Yeah, I heard you were going into engineering, that sounds hard,” Stacey says.
Jeremy replies “it is but very worth it after I graduate, hoping to get into NASA!”
“You want to play a video game,” asks Stacey.
“Sure.”
Stacey turns on the game machine and loads up a very sexually explicit video game she can play now that she is eighteen. She loads the game and when the action starts Jeremy is a little surprised at the action and content of the game.
“Stacey, when did you start playing this game, kinda racy, don’t you think?”
“I watched my brother play this a couple times and he would always shoo me out of the room, well, he is gone for the summer and I am eighteen now!” she said.
“Cool, cause I have been wanting to see what this game is all about. I could never get away with this at my house with my mom home all the time,” Jeremy responded.
They start playing the game and soon the couple in the game are naked and having sex. Stacey looks over at Jeremy and notices that he has a very pronounced tent in the fron of his loose shorts. She watches him for a few minutes and decides to say something.
“Jesus, Jeremy, what is that?” Stacey then lunges at Jeremy and grabs the now very hard cock in his shorts. She grabs hold of the hard shaft though the material of his shorts and underwear. “WOW, this thing is fucking hard!”
Jeremy starts to pull away but because of the loose nature of his shorts they come off, and he is now sitting on the floor naked from the waist down. He tries to cover his very hard cock, but Stacey id all over it, trying to keep it uncovered so she can look at it.
“I have never seen a cock except for in the game, and WOW, I like it,” says Stacey.
“OK, can I put my shorts back on now,” says Jeremy reaching for his shorts.
“I was hoping that you would let me look at it and play with it now that I have seen it.”
“Maybe I should just go home,” said Jeremy.
“I am sorry,” says Stacey, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, It was not my intention to get you excited, I don’t have a cock, so I don’t know what happens when you look at this stuff.”
“Well, OK, I just never got all hard like that in front of a girl, you know,” said Jeremy.
“Do you get hard in front of your guy friends when you look at naked girls?” asked Stacey handing Jeremy back his shorts.
“Well, not really. Most guys hide it from their friends. I think we all know the other guys are getting hard, we just never say anything,” replied Jeremy.
“So guys never just hang out naked, or go to the bathroom together? Huh, girls do, I mean, When Donna stays the night sometimes we shower together, and sleep naked, like it is no big deal.”
“WOW, I would love to see that, Donna naked. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to see you naked too, just, Donna has those nice tits.” Jeremy forgot for a minute what had just happened.
“You want to see my naked?” Stacey asks.
“Hell, yeah, who wouldn’t, you got that nice ass, and those great handful sized tits. Oops, I did it again, I just can’t keep the thoughts to my self right now, you got me all flustered.” Jeremy is sitting on the love seat again hiding his still hard cock.
Stacey stands up and reaches around her back, unties the halter top she is wearing and lets the ties fall to her sides. She is standing there with the halter top just hanging around her neck and just barely covering her tits. She puts her hands under the halter top and covers her tits with her hands, then leans forward allowing the halter top to fall off over her head.
“Do you really want to see me naked?” she asks.
Jeremy nods and stammers “yes.”
Stacey says “then stand up and take off your shorts and show me that nice cock of yours.”
Jeremy stands up and puts his hands to his waist band and starts to slowly pull his shorts down. For every inch he pulls them down Stacey moves her hands revealing just a little bit more of her tits. Jeremy pulls his shorts down more and more showing his pubic hair, and Stacey moves her hands covering just the nipples. Finally Jeremy gets his shorts all the way to the floor and kicks them away with his right foot. Stacey removes her hands completely, revealing the fantastic tits Jeremy has wanted to see for at least the last year.
“My God, how your cock just juts out from your body, how big is it? Stacey asks.
“Don’t know, never really had a reason to measure it,” Jeremy replies.
“Can I, I can get a ruler from the kitchen?”
“Yeah, OK, it might be nice to know how long it is.”
Stacey walks into the kitchen and when she returns Jeremy is now complete naked having removed his shirt.
“Why did you take your shirt off,” Stacey asks.
“Well, not much else to cover up, you have seen all my important parts that I would normally hide,” Jeremy says.
“Guess I should take off my shorts too, then, what do you think?” Stacey asks.
“Like I said, I would love to see you naked.”
Stacey unbuttons her tight cut off shorts and lowers the zipper. Jeremy is getting excited, dying to know if she shaves her pussy. Stacey slowly starts to tug her shorts down her legs revealing her very sexy thong underwear. She turns around and shows Jeremy her ass and shakes it a little. “Do you like the show,” she asks. She hooks her thumbs into the waist of her panties and starts to pull them down, slowly bending over with her ass to Jeremy. She pulls them down further, bending over more and more, showing Jeremy more and more of her ass. She finally gets them all the way down to her ankles and bends over all the way showing Jeremy just a little bit of her pussy. Stacey stands up and slowly turns around and stands before Jeremy showing off her now naked body.
“Oh, my, God, I can’t believe this is happening to me today!” Jeremy exclaims. “Fuck, I am the luckiest guy I know. I just came over because I was in the neighborhood, now I am standing here naked with Stacey fucking Moore!”
“WOW, your cock is like even harder now, I gotta measure it,” Stacey says. She gets the ruler and holds it close to Jeremy’s cock. She reaches out more and grabs his cock and puts the ruler next to it. “Nine inches.”
Jeremy can’t stand it any longer, he has never been with a girl before and has not jacked off for several days, he is very horny and very sensitive. His cock starts to jerk and then he explodes cum all over Stacey neck, tits, and hands.
“Why did you cum all of the sudden, Jeremy,” Stacey said.
“I am embarrassed to say that I have never known a girls touch,” said Jeremy.
Stacey had seen it in the game and heard girls talking about it in the locker room and bathroom, but had never seen or tasted a guy’s cum. She moved her had to her tit and scooped up some cum, moved her hand to her mouth and licked the cum from her fingers. This excited Jeremy, “God damn, that is sexy as hell,” he said.
“I kind of liked it. What’s it called, a blow job? Do you want me to give you a blow job?” Stacey aksed.
“That would be great, maybe after I could try licking your pussy?” Jeremy said.
Stacey replies, “I would like to try that too.”
Stacey grabbed Jeremy’s cock in her right hand and moved her mouth towards his cock. She puts her mouth around his cock and started to lick the head. She started to move her head up and down his shaft, licking the underside of his cock. “Is that good,” she asked stopping just for a second. Jeremy could only moan his approval having never experienced this kind of pleasure. Stacey started moving her mouth up and down with a little more confidence now, pulling his cock out every so often to lick the shaft and head. Then while she had his cock deep in her mouth she felt him start to move a little, them moan a little more, then, all of the sudden, he started to cum in her mouth. She started to swallow, but having never done this before, did not know what to expect. There was too much cum and it started to come out of her mouth.
Stacey swallowed as much as she could, then scooped up what came out of her mouth and licked that off her fingers. “Did you like that, Jeremy?”
“I have never experienced anything like that in my life, that was fucking great, I almost fell down, I could feel my legs giving out. Next time I am sitting down,” Jeremy said.
“Next time? What makes you think I am doing that again?” Stacey said.
“I don’t know, I was just hoping, well, you know, maybe not with you, but someone else,” Jeremy tried to explain what he meant.
“Relax, Jeremy, I was just fucking with you, I loved that and will definitely want to do it again. Maybe with you, or someone else. You said something about licking my pussy?”
Jeremy reached down and offered Stacey a hand to help her get up off her knees. Stacey moved to the couch and sat down, spreading her legs she said “lets see what all the girls are talking about.”
Jeremy got down on the floor between Stacey’s legs, put his hands on her thighs, and then moved his hands to her pussy. He started to play with her pussy lips, then he licked a finger and played some more. Stacey started to make little moaning sounds. Jeremy started to put one finger into her pussy and while he was doing that found her clit. Stacey started to moan a little louder when he rubbed his finger on her clit. Jeremy moved his head down to her pussy and darted his tongue out to her pussy. He had never tasted a pussy so was a little unsure. His tongue reached her pussy and he licked the length of her pussy lips. This is not bad, he thought to himself. He started to lick a little harder and soon his tongue was pushing in between her pussy lips.
Jeremy continued to lick her pussy and he eventually found her clit. When his tongue started to stimulate her clit she screamed out loud “OOOOOOOOO, GOD, DO THAT AGAIN!” And Jeremy did that again and again and again. And Stacey started to moan loudly and started to thrash about. Jeremy kept licking her pussy until she finally had enough and pushed his head away, “GOD, that was fucking fantastic. Did your blow job feel that good?”
Jeremy replied, “fuck yes!”
“I really loved the taste of your cum, too. It was weird at first, but I like it,” said Stacey.
Stacey decided to be bold and reached over and started to touch and fondle Jeremy’s now soft cock. She started to play with his balls, rolling them around in her hand. She could feel his cock growing in her hand; she started to stroke it a little. Jeremy looked at her with a puzzled look.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Stacey said in a very provocative voice.
“Do you have any condoms? I don’t want to be a dad just yet,” Jeremy replied.
Stacey let go of his cock and disappeared down the hallway to the bedrooms, she came back with a couple condoms, “this should do,” she said. Stacey sat on the couch and scooted her ass to the very edge and parted her legs wide. Jeremy had a good and good access to her now wet pussy. Stacey leaned forward and ripped open a condom, she started to roll it onto his cock, “this seems even harder than it was before,” she said to him.
“That is because I know I am in for something good,” Jeremy said.
Stacey had the condom all rolled onto his hard cock, “ok, be gentle, this is my first time,” she said while guiding his cock to her pussy. Jeremy started to push in slowly when Stacey started to make a face like it was hurting her. He stopped for a second, but Stacey said “no, don’t stop, keep pushing.” Jeremy kept pushing his nine inch cock into her pussy until he went through the resistance and pushed all the way in. “I think you just popped my cherry,” Stacey said.
Jeremy pulled out then pushed in, then again, then again. Stacey started to moan just like when he was licking her pussy. Jeremy also felt good and started to moan and grunt. Stacey was really wet and getting wetter, making it slicker and Jeremy was really able to move his cock in and out of her pussy easily now. Jeremy started to moan again and Stacey said “you like it, God this feels fucking awesome!”
Jeremy started to really fuck her, ramming his cock into her pussy with force, harder and harder. He was grunting with pleasure, fucking her tight wet pussy harder and faster. Stacey started to scream a little, moaning and screaming “fuck me hard, Jeremy, fuck me hard!” Jeremy continued to really pound her pussy fucking her hard and fast. Stacey started to rub her own clit while Jeremy was fucking her. She started to cum and as she did she started to convulse and jerk.
“Cum in my pussy, Jeremy, fucking cum in me, I want to feel you cum in my pussy,” Stacey screamed. Jeremy didn’t disappoint either; he was right on the edge of cumming when she started to scream that command. Jeremy started to cum, filling the condom with blast after blast of warm salty cum. After he was done pumping cum into the condom he pulled out of her pussy, Stacey grabbed the condom off his cock and put it to her mouth and emptied the cum from the condom into her mouth. “God I love the taste of this stuff!”
Jeremy sat on the floor exhausted, sweating like crazy, breathing hard. “Fuck that was awesome. Your pussy is so tight and smooth, oh, my, God, so much better than jacking off.”
Stacey fell back on the couch exhausted, “God, yes, that was better than using my vibrator. I can just lay back and let the orgasm happen. I am so glad you decided to stop by.”
The two of them lay there naked for about fifteen minutes when Stacey remembered what time it was, “my mom will be home like any minute, we need to get dressed and get this place cleaned up.” They quickly got dressed, Stacey did not put her panties back on but instead gave them to Jeremy, “here, take these home and think of me when you jack off later.”
“What makes you think I am going to jack off later?” Jeremy asked.
“You are a guy, don’t you jack off every night before you go to sleep?” Stacey replied.
“I already came two times today,” he said “but you are right, I will probably get hard thinking about this and jack off three or four more times tonight.”
“I wish I could be there to help you, I really want to suck your cock again. After my mom gets home let me suck your cock in the bathroom while she is home. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Stacey said with a grin.
“Are you crazy, what if she hears and finds us,” Jeremy said with concern.
“You’re right, I guess. What are you doing tomorrow? Want to come over and see what happens?”
End of Part One.

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Train Tramps: Mother’s Day

For Mothers’ Day, Penny and Bianca decided to take their mother out to a spa. As they get on board the train, the trio of Brazilian beauties are surprised to see the rest of the passengers are all men. Penny and Bianca grab hold of a pole. A young man gives his seat to the girls’ mother and stands next them. Their mother sits down and places their shopping bags under her seat.
Curvy co-ed, Bianca has long frizzy brown hair. She has a nice tight little ass and her chest is about a c-cup. Bianca wears short sky blue sundress shows off her long lovely legs. Eighteen year old, petite Penny is a little shorter then her sister and has black pigtails. She has a nice round rump and bigger breasts then her sister. The busty Brazilian wears yellow tank top and denim skirt. She shakes her shapely Hispanic hips while listening to her headphones. Their mother is as tall like Bianca and looks like a more mature version of Penny. She is just as voluptuous as Penny. She’s wears a gray blouse and a silver skirt.
Their mother sits up and sees the tattoo on her Penny’s lower back. “Is that a tattoo?” she demands to know, pointing to it. “Relax mama, it’s just a tramp stamp. I got it last week,” the Penny informs her. “A tramp stamp? Do you want to be a tramp?” her angry mother inquires. “No mama,” she replies, puzzled, “why are you so upset? Bianca has one in the same place.”
Her mother lifts up Bianca’s dress to see the tramp stamp, getting more upset. “We’re getting them removed,” their mother states. “No mama, please,” Bianca pleads. “You want to be labeled a tramp. Then suck his cock,” the mad mother orders, pointing to the young man who gave her his sit. “What?” both daughters and the young man ask, all three looking at her mother in surprised. “Young man what is your name?” “Harold,” he answers.
Bianca is pulled down to her knees by her mother. The girls watch as their mother unzips Harold’s shorts and pulls out his huge cock. She begins stroking the inflating cock. Their mother grabs Bianca by the back of her neck and pulls her close to Harold’s prick. Bianca’s lips press against Harold’s prick as her mother forces it into her mouth. Their mother gets up from her seat and stands behind Harold as she makes Bianca suck the cock. Their mother’s busty bosom presses up against Harold’s back as she slides Bianca’s head back and forth on Harold’s manhood. Harold’s cock pumps Bianca’s throat as her mother glides his hips. “Down just stand there,” she orders Penny, “come here and get on your knees.”
Penny obeys her mother getting on her knees next to her sister. Their mother slides Bianca off the cock and thrust it down Penny’s throat. The cock thrust back and forth down Penny’s throat as her mother pushes up against Harold’s back. Penny’s mother pulls her daughter’s head back and holds both daughters’ heads close to Harold’s groan. “Drop his shorts,” their mother orders them.
They do what they’re told to do. “Lick his shaft.” the Harold’s cock stands fully erect as the sisters lick it from the tip to the base. “Bianca, open your mouth, wide. Is that a tongue piercing?” her mother ask. Her mother rams Harold’s cock back down Bianca’s throat. “Work your piercing around his prick. Can you feel my daughter’s piercing?” she ask him. “Yes ma’am.” his answers, happily as the piercing teases his prick.
Her mother pulls the man out Bianca’s mouth. Again, their mother holds their heads near to Harold’s groan. “Dick slap my daughters,” she orders him. He bats his lengthy cock against the girls’ faces. “Not like that,” the mother says as wraps her fingers around the cock’s base. She savagely slaps the cock against her daughters’ cheeks.
“Both of you wrap your lips around the shaft,” their mother commands. their lips surround the shaft with the prick poking out. The girls’ mother works their heads along the shaft, getting them in a steady rhythm. Their mother gets from behind Harold and joins them on their knees working the cock. Mother’s lips wrap around the head and playfully licks it. All three suck his cock as mother massage Harold’s balls.
Two men in sport jerseys get up from their seats and stand besides Harold. Both men pull down their pants and begin drumming on the daughters’ heads with their cocks. “Go ahead,” the girls’ mother tells them. Both daughters turn their attention away from Harold and begins sucking the athletes.
Penny plunges Number Nine’s thick dick down her throat. Her tight teen throat throttles his thick cock. He pulls her pigtails close to his sides, lodging his cock down her throat and holding it there for a minute. His dick disappears between her lips as she savagely sucks him off. Nine’s seed erupts down Penny’s throat.
Bianca’s tongue slides down Six’s shaft to his balls. Her tongue toss around his testicles. She wraps her lips around and playfully sucks his sack. Six’s large cock bounces across her face. she grips his cock and strokes it hard. Six reaches down, cupping one of her boobs as he pull his balls from her mouth.
Meanwhile, the girls’ mother goes back to her seat and watches her daughters giving head. She slides her up her inner thigh toward her moisten panties. Her fingers pet her pussy through her panties. The man sitting gets up from sit. He grabs onto a hook overhead and stands on his sit. The girls’ mother slides over and pulls down the man’s pants as another stands up her seat. She sits between both men while they slap her with their cocks. A punk rocker puts off her damp panties. She switches between sucking the other two cocks as the punk’s tongue makes contact with her creamy cunt. The mother unbuttons her blouse as the three men pull at her bra and fondle her breasts. As the punk’s tongue tangos with pussy her pussy, she moans heavily. The two men she’s blowing cum on her cheeks.
The train stop and the two blown men get off. The girls’ mother turn around in her sit and faces the window with exposed breasts. She raises her skirt baring her ass to the punk. He takes her from behind, slowly slides his cock up her ass. It don’t take long for to speed up, his rod ravages her anal canal as he plunge his fingers in her pussy. She moans and bites her lips as she cum from the action. After that the punk pulls out and cums on her ass.
Penny takes the seat next to her mom and takes off her top. A nerdy guy climbs up into her seat and whips out his thick dick. Without hesitation, her mother pulls in the nerd and his cock disappears down Penny’s throat. Her head twist and turns as blows him. The nerd begins banging her head against the window as he pulls her pigtails. “Make mommy proud to call you a slut,” her mother says as Penny pulls the nerd’s ass cheeks apart. The nerd pulls his cock out Penny’s mouth coats her face with sperm.
Bianca lays down on floor as Six crotch down over face. She teabags him and strokes his cock for a minute. Six then lays on top her, burying his face pussy as drove his cock down her throat. His tongue dominates her cunt, make her howlers for more as she digs her nails in his ass. She excitedly stuffs her face with his cock, to the point of choking on it.
Six gets up off of her, allowing Bianca to roll on top of Nine. She blows wildly as he eats out her at the same pact. Bianca jumps up and slides her pussy down to cock. She slides Nine’s cock inside her pussy and rapid rides him. Six shoves his cock back down her throat. Riding Nine’s cock gets her to cum, again. She spits out Six’s cock and jumps off of Nine. Bianca wraps her tongue around Nine’s cock and laps up her cunt juice. While she clean the cock, Six took ownership of her ass, thrusting his cock deep inside her as he pulls her hair. He switches between her pussy and asshole, before firing his down on her backside as his teammate does the same to her face.
Penny gets up from her seat and grabs a railing, once more. She shakes and smashes her ass, suggesting she wants more. A businessman thrust his cock up her pussy, making her squeal. His associate rams his rod up her ass. The businessmen mercilessly thrust their cocks deep inside of her, continuing to make her scream in pleasure. The both businessmen pullout of her. She gets back down on her knees and with a open mouth takes both cum blasts.
The train stops again and more men get on as the athletes and businessmen finished up and exit the train. The people getting on the train are surprised by the show they are getting. A man lays on floor, fisting the daughters as their mother rides his cock. The daughters suck on their mother’s breasts as line of men took turns jerking off in her face. The semen showers the mother and runs down her breasts to her daughters who suck it all up.
Exhausted from all men taking their turns, the daughters look at their mother and say, “Happy Mother’s Day.” “Thank you, girls,” she replies. As the girls clean themselves up, their mother looks at them and says, “Don’t tell your father.”

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Consenting Step Mom

Living with my Dad and step mom, I had never really thought of my step mom in a sexual way. She showed off a lot of cleavage all the time and had a really nice ass, always showing off a cute thong while she bent over. I was 15 years old at the time when my first encounter happened with my step mom…
One day I was out side with her, I was sweeping and she was watering the plants. When we were going inside, she lead the way when my broom accidently rubbed up against the split in her ass cheeks.
She looked back and frowned, I said “sorry” then she smiled and winked. I didn’t think much of it, but thought it was weird how she winked.
The next day my Dad needed to go out and he was going to be gone all day. I was sitting on the couch
watching T.V. with my step mom when she said she was “going to put something more comfortable on”.
She came out in a tank top shirt, showing off lots of cleavage, and I noticed she had no bra on because her nipples were showing a lot. She had booty shorts on and her thong was rised up high on her ass.
She came and lay down on the couch placing her feet on my thighs and kept watching T.V.
I kept glancing over at her body, wondering how georgous her breasts if that layer of fabric wasn’t in the way. She said “Could you rub my feet for me?” I looked at her and said “sure”. I started rubbing her feet and she sighed every now and then, saying “that feels good” and so on. Then I got a little brave and moved my hand up her leg slowely and softly, her leg was very smooth and it made me really hot for her. she looked at me touched my hand with her’s. Still laying there, she pulled my hand to her thigh, at the same time pressed her foot into my crouch feeling my hard-on. I looked at her questiongly and I looked at her shorts, where she was very wet.
She moved my hand underneath her shorts and under her thong where my hand met her pussy lips, which were very wet. I moved closer and felt around the outer part of her pussy. With that she bit her lip and started breathing harder. I then moved in between her legs and laid on top of her slowely, meeting her lips with mine. slowely sliding my tounge into her mouth where I was greeted with a very soft tounge. I slid a few fingers into her pussy, and rubbed against her clit with my thumb. She started breathing heavier as I did so and closed her eyes. Now feeling a lot more comfortable with situation, I wanted her all. So I slid my fingers out of her pussy, which fustrated her greatly. She got my drift and we both sat up, where I began to take off her shirt, revealing her outstanding breasts. She stood up and slid her shorts and thong off, while I took my shirt, pants and boxers off, watching her as she so sexually took her thong off. She then straddled my hard on and slid slowely onto the head of my cock. She rapped her arms around me and we embraced in a passionate kiss. She fully sat onto my cock, and christ did her warm pussy feel good. She was breathing really heavely and she starting humping me slowely at first but then picking up speed. she pressed her boobs into my hands. I began kissing and tounging her neck and ear, because she was breathing really heavy I didn’t want to stay locked to her mouth. She started letting out moans, closing her eyes and went into an ecstatic state, not even noticing me anymore. I moved a hand to her back and pressed her closer than ever. With the other hand, I rubbed her clit softly making her squeel louder. I started forcing my hips up to meet her thrusts, pressing my cock as deep as it would go. She kept moaning louder and then louder when her pussy started flooding with juices. She began saying “oohh godd this…” fading away under her breath, “oohhh I’mm ooohhhh Ughhhh UUGhh OHH FUCKK” She got louder and I started thrusting harder and faster, and so did she. “oohhh Im cummimggg” she said. When she started cumming it was so hot, I felt mine almost about to happened but I wanted hers to be done first.
“ohhh goddd thiss iss amaziinngg” she yelled and with that I blew my load deep into her pussy. She layed on me, and we kissed for a while, foundleling her breasts some, and fingering her slowely. She got up and said “I’m gonna go get cleaned up”.
She left to her room, and I stayed there watching the T.V. After about 5 minutes I went to her room and then to the shower where she was. I stepped into the shower and pushed her to the wall. I lifted her up, cupping her ass and slammed my dick into her pussy forcefully, and started rage fucking her She lifted one her legs up onto my shoulder and the other she placed on the bar of the shower. I kept fucking her with a fast pace and she was squeeling in ectacy. I grabbed her hair behind her head and pulled it slightly. she pulled me closer and we kissed. I licked her all over, her neck, her breasts, and just kept fucking her for about 20 minutes. I was exhausted but she then started to cum so I didn’t want to stop. She was screaming many things such as “ohhh your such aa good fuck” and moaned loudly “ugghhh ohhhhh ufffghhhhh”. Her pussy flexed as she came and she flooded my cock with lots of juices. I carried her out of the shower, still wet and layed her on the bed. She turned around and arched her back lifting her ass up. I mounted her and started fucking her tight asshole. faster and faster, with my hand reached around fingering her clit, and the other pulling her hair back. She screamed loudely and her pussy just kept flooding. I blew my load in her ass then fell on the bed beside her. We layed on the bed as I watched T.V. she just sucked slowely on my cock. I stayed there, watching T.V. Thinking about what just happened, and more importantly…When it was going to happened again.
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An Edited Life, Part 2

It took a few moments to realize that the bed in which I’d awakened belong to Andre Gregory, my editor, and that just a few short hours before, he’d picked me up at Escape, taken me home and fucked me like no man ever had.
Slowly I stirred, still aching and sticky from the night before. But for my fears of how awkward Monday morning at the office would likely be, I’d have relished the way I felt.
Rolling from the admittedly comfortable bed, I began to wander through the house, wondering where Andre might be.
Strolling into the living room, I found Andre sitting on the sofa over which he’d bent me the previous night, positioned on the middle cushion, the exact spot where he’d taken me hard and deep. I stood before him, blushing, bare-assed, my auburn locks tangled with bed head, and he chuckled as he stared at me.
His look made me nervous to the point of fidgeting, and it struck me how unusual, how utterly foreign it felt to be so lacking in confidence.
“Gabi,” he said calmly, that velvet-smooth voice commanding attention, “please go to the kitchen and make a list of things you’ll need while you’re here this weekend and where I can find them in your apartment. While I’m fetching them, I want you to take a bath or shower.”
“But we can’t …” I tried to object before he shushed me and purred, “Please do as I’ve asked.”
My protest came to an abrupt halt, my head nodding at his words as I turned and walked to the kitchen, finding on the counter a pen and notepad on which I scribbled anything that came to mind that I might need during a weekend at my boss’s home.
After several minutes, Andre joined me in the kitchen and couldn’t help himself from teasing me for the list I was compiling, remarking, “You’re not moving in … yet.” My neck snapped as my head turned over my shoulder, my brow arching as I said, “Yet?”
Andre stood there with his arms folded, smiling as he said, “You’ve no idea what I’m thinking, do you?”
“Apparently not,” I replied.
Another chuckle passed through his lips as he reached for the paper on which I’d been writing and tore it from the pad.
“Your keys are in the purse you left in my car last night, I presume,” he asked, and I nodded in return.
“Take your time in the bath,” he said, “I’m going to be awhile.”
His last comment before leaving struck me as unusual. Andre knew where I lived and it wasn’t that far away.
I wandered into the master bath and found myself salivating at the oversized whirlpool tub, and began drawing myself a nice, hot bath, not unlike the one I’d taken before venturing to Escape, but sans the lavender and chamomile salts.
It took some time for such a large tub to fill, but it was worth the wait. The water felt divine as it flowed around me, and my body fell limp as my mind begin to process the previous evening’s events, still trying to figure out how and why I’d let it happen.
Lingering in a tub was something I’d never had to have been encouraged to do. A lengthy, relaxing bath is among life’s little treasures, so my washing was leisurely, meticulous.
How much time had passed by the time Andre returned had escaped me, because I was lost in the tub’s essence, not even caring that my fingers and toes had badly pruned in the warm water. He entered the room, his thick brown lips arching into a wry smile as he saw me lingering in the tub before opening the bag he’d packed for me and finding my shaving cream and razor, handing them to me as he confidently said, “Please shave it before you get out.”
My eyes widened with his words, and I muttered, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” Andre smirked. “That thing had better be bald when you come out of that water, or I’ll shave it for you.”
It was at this point I realized that my editor’s intention of fucking me extended well beyond this weekend, having thought the “yet” he’d uttered earlier in the morning was just meant to tease. The feeling inside me was conflicted, a combination of excitement and guilt, of lust and resentment, even a little fear at his confidence, no, dominance.
Andre turned and exited the room, closing the door behind him. I rolled to my hands and knees, then pushed myself up, kneeling in the tub as I reached for the razor and shave cream, doing as he’d told me.
After shaving myself, I crawled out of the tub and dried off, finding my hair dryer and brush on the lavatory counter, right outside the bathroom, and I put them to use, eager to get into some of the clothes I’d listed for Andre to bring me as I dried my hair.
Once my hair was dried, I walked into the bedroom to find the bed made and none of my clothes. I strolled down the hall to find Andre again in the middle of the sofa, right where he’d stuffed me the night before, with a box sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
“My clothes?” I asked, drawing nothing but a snicker from my editor.
“Seriously,” I said, “I can’t spend the weekend naked.”
Ignoring my words, Andre glanced at me and said, “Lay across my lap.”
His words caught me off guard, but as I’d done since last night, I inexplicably obeyed him, stretching out tummy down over his lap, my hands crossed on the cushion to his left with my cheek resting on them, my feet on the cushion to his right.
As soon as I’d found my spot, Andre’s left hand began to caress my head as his right groped my ass, kneading it.
“Gabriella,” he said, his voice taking a more serious tone than I’d heard from him since we’d met at the club. “You’re about to take the first steps down a path like none you’ve ever experienced.”
“We’ve already …” then my reply was interrupted as his hand crashed against my bare ass, the slap’s sound filling the room, drowning out my whimper.
The surprise spank left me struggling to catch my breath when his hand battered my rump again, my body jerking atop his lap as I squealed.
I braced myself, not knowing what he was going to do next, my body relaxing only when he began to rub the ass he’d just left burning with the hard spanks.
My athletic frame remained draped over Andre as he began to speak, his hand still caressing my sore rump.
“I suspect no man has ever treated you as I have, and that last night was the first time you’d taken a black cock.”
My eyes closed as my head nodded and I listened, his hand still gliding over my buns.
“You’ve become a slave to this place, a drone. For the past six months I’ve watched you grow consumed by your work and have found it … disturbing.”
Any objection would have been futile, he was right, just as he had been when he lectured me the night before at Escape. So I laid there across him, still and listening, thankful that he was caressing me and not spanking me.
Minutes passed without him speaking, and it unnerved me, even as his rub had left me in an almost hypnotic state atop him.
Without saying a word, Andre rolled me over, the small of my back arched over his legs. His arms slipped beneath me, lifting and sliding me upward till my butt was on his thighs, leaving my pelvis slightly jutted toward him.
With his right hand, he guided my left leg outward till my foot fell to the floor, then me lead over and began to examine my pussy, silently studying me.
“Very nice,” he said after a few seconds, “a healthy pink with an ever-so-slight brown tint and delightfully protruding labia minora.”
Andre moved his fingertips to my freshly-shaved mound, gliding over it with small, gentle circles. The sensation tickled, and made me squirm. Beneath me, his cock began to awaken and my thoughts shifted from my pelvis’ tingle to just how full I’d felt with him in me the night before, before the words, “All weekend long,” flashed in my brain again.
My eyes closed, my left foot still on the floor and my right leg now bent at the knee. Andre’s hand slid from my mons to my pussy, all four of his fingers slowly, methodically flowing around and through my labia. I lifted my right hand to my mouth, inserting the forefinger and gently biting it as he teased me, his prick becoming more and more noticeable beneath my ass.
“All weekend long,” he’d said to me in that voice of his, his words from the night before now echoing in my mind repeatedly.
Andre rolled me off his lap and I stood in front of the sofa as he leaned forward and peeled off his t-shirt before he arched upward and slid out of his shorts. His feet moved outward and I knew what he wanted – what he expected – of me.
As I kneeled between his legs, the reason for my crotch’s lingering ache became obvious. My boss’s prick was a good nine inches long, perhaps closer to ten, and it was thick enough that I wondered if I could wrap my hand completely around it.
It is befitting a man who stands six-foot-three and who looks as if Da Vinci himself had carved him from stone.
Andre relaxed against the sofa’s cushion as I leaned toward him, kissing and lapping at the turgid shaft. After several moments, he scooted forward and my lips moved to his swollen crown, stretching as they enveloped it.
He gasped as my tongue’s tip began to slide back and forth in the cleft on the underside of his head, as it struck me that I’d never get all of him into my mouth. My lips began to descend my mouth simultaneously filled with his dick and my own saliva as I inched further and further down him.
Andre released what sounded like a satisfied purr as his cock filled my mouth and its crown began to gape my throat. Sending my hesitation, he placed his palm on the back of my head, pressing downward till I gagged hard around his rod, holding me in place until my eyes began to water.
His fingers then gripped my hair and he led my head to a steady bob, my jaws stretched wide and my tongue flexing against his prick’s underside as my mouth fucked him.
“You are such a good … little … bitch,” he moaned as I worked up and down his dick.
His words sent a chill down my spine. For half a dozen months, Andre had treated me as a professional, an equal, as we’d toiled long hours together day after day, creating the media that kept people plugged into The Meadows and now, “good … little … bitch.”
I had no time to process his words before Andre’s hands found my armpits and he lifted he upward, just enough to slide me to my back on the sofa. Once he had me prone, his arms scooped my legs at the knees, and without hesitation he slid into me again.
“Slowly,” I gasped. “Still sore.”
While his entered me more gently than he had the night before, my words didn’t stop him from sinking deeper and deeper as he held my legs high.
Once he had filled me completely, Andre leaned forward, brushing his nose against mine. As his hips began to rock, he kissed me passionately, forcefully, his tongue filling my mouth as his cock slid in and out of my aching snatch.
Settling into a steady motion, he broke the kiss, guiding my legs around his waist. Andre grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the sofa as he made slow, meticulous strokes, sending every inch of him into me before withdrawing, repeating, repeating, my frame wiggling in sync with his use.
Everything about the last twelve hours – Andre’s words, his actions, the way he filled me unlike anyone else – left me feeling more like I was being possessed than enjoying a long-overdue tryst.
What was happening to me?
How did I end up on my boss’s sofa with his dick inside me, my wrists pinned and my pussy still tender from his use last night?
What would my parents think of their thirty-year-old daughter declining to object at a black man calling her his “bitch”?
Did Andre even bother to grab my pills from the apartment?
What was in the mysterious box on the coffee table?
My wandering mind snapped to attention when Andre’s gentle flow turned to hard, deep thrusts, his full, heavy balls bouncing against my ass, his hands’ grips on my wrists tightening.
“I’ve wanted to nail you since the first time I saw you,” he growled.
His words might have shocked me had I not been consumed with his use of my body, my own whimpers and his pelvis’s repeated slaps of my crotch burying what he said.
I found myself caring less and less about the moral implications of fucking my boss. It was something to deal with Monday, after he’d finished whatever the hell he’d planned on doing with me for the next two days.
Andre let go of my wrists, his hands slipping beneath my back and he lifted me off the sofa till he was standing. I held on tight with my arms and legs as he drove upward, all of my weight seemingly held in the air by his cock.
His hands found my ass, groping it as he stood in his living room, stuffing me till I lost control, emitting something between a moan and a scream when my slit squirted all over him and onto his living room’s hardwood floor.
“That’s what I want from my girl,” Andre cooed, showing no signs of stopping his relentless cramming and groping.
I laid my head on his shoulder, still holding on tight, resigning myself to his use, panting as my body trembled against his as a sharper ache grew within me.
“Your girl?” I muttered as he feverishly dicked me.
“My girl,” he replied, just before he buried himself deep within me and sent another torrent of seed into my womb.
My body tensed against him as he unloaded, and almost immediately his spunk began to drip from my folds as the spurts continued.
Andre sat on the sofa, and then laid back, pulling me atop him. My frame went limp as we silently nuzzled.
After several moments with no words between us, I sighed, “Since the first time you saw me?”
“Yes,” he replied in that silky-smooth voice. “I’d like to say I’d planned this, but it’d be more honest to simply admit that when I saw you at the club last night, I simply decided not to waste an opportunity that might not present itself again.”
“And now that you’ve had me?” I asked, genuinely curious as to his answer.
“I’ll continue to do so,” he said confidently and without hesitation.
His words were both reassuring and unnerving. Andre’s bold, aggressive behavior was unlike anything I’d been subjected to, and as the hours passed I found myself almost craving it. But how could I continue to work with him – and supervise others with him – while being made his “bitch”?
My tummy growled. It was approaching noon and I’d not eaten.
“I should fix us lunch,” Andre said.
“Some food would be nice,” I replied.
We sat up together and he motioned for me to follow him. We walked toward the back of the house, through the kitchen to French doors which led outside to a deck, a pool and a yard that were enclosed by a privacy fence.
“Take one of the loungers,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few moments.”
Tentatively, I walked out of the house, and the sun’s warmth embraced my bare flesh till reaching a lounger beneath a pergola alone one side of the pool, and made myself as comfortable as I could be under the circumstances.
Within a couple of minutes, one of the French doors opened long enough for Andre to ask me what I wanted to drink with lunch. Remembering his affinity for orange juice, I replied, “OJ!” and then he ducked back inside.
A thin black fabric was attached to the pergola’s top, offering some protection from the sun’s rays. As I relaxed on the lounger, I couldn’t help but think how much I’d enjoy lunch, a nap, and then a dip in the pool’s cool water.
Andre soon returned with a lunch consisting of chicken salad sandwiches, a side of pasta salad and orange juice. We dined at a table a few feet from the lounger where I’d been sitting, him in swim trunks and a t-shirt and me still naked.
“I suppose I should put on some clothes after we eat,” I said.
Andre smiled as he looked at me, chewing a bite of his sandwich and saying nothing.
Realizing he was in no particular hurry to respond, I said, “Well, I can’t stay naked all weekend.”
The comment evoked a slight chuckle from Andre as he continued to chew. After swallowing he said, “Of course not. We’re going out later. But the thought of your staying nude while here does have its appeal.”
We continued to eat and make small talk. While simple, the lunch was good, particularly since I’d not eaten since before bathing the night before.
Once we’d finished eating, Andre informed me that he needed to go inside and make a few work-related calls, and suggested that I remain on the deck and relax while he caught up on work, so I returned to the lounger I’d been on before as Andre collected our plates and glasses and disappeared back into the house.
The muted sunlight felt good again my skin with my body stretched out on the lounger’s pad. My eyes soon closed and I drifted off to sleep, my head filled with thoughts of all that had happened since Andre approached me at the club last night.
It was nearing 2:30 p.m. when I awoke to Andre’s fingertips tickling the soles of my feet, causing me to giggle and writhe as I snapped from the slumber.
Once he had my attention, Andre crawled onto the lounger with me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately, holding me firmly as his tongue swirled in my mouth. He broke the kiss only after letting it linger for awhile, and then we looked at each other, again leaving me wondering what he was thinking.
“How are you feeling?” he said.
“Very, very relaxed, refreshed,” I sighed.
Andre’s right hand moved to my left breast, lightly kneading it at first, before massaging it more aggressively as he continued.
A lengthy exhale flowed through my nostrils as he groped me, and I found myself wondering less as to whether Andre was always so insatiable than how delightful – and challenging – it might be if he actually were.
His hand moved back and forth between my orbs, and the fire within me began to ignite again to the point that my pussy’s light tang reached my nostrils again. Andre must have caught my scent, too, because he let go of my breast and turned his attention to my bare mons, and began rubbing it with his palm.
My head lifted enough to watch Andre’s palm flow in slow circles against my skin, his fingers and thumb held up so as to not touch me. His hand is large enough that when he curled his middle and ring fingers, they sank through my folds inside me, and I moaned as my legs bent at the knees and spread for him.
“Are you always this … charged?” I purred.
“No,” he said, then added in something between a teasing and taunting tone, “Sometimes I’m much, much worse.”
His thick digits pulsed inside me, and I could think of nothing but the passion, the affection, the dominance he’d displayed since last night. I was surprised at how comfortable I was with it all, even without knowing what he was thinking or what would happen next.
Andre pulled his fingers from my pussy and placed them at my mouth. They glistened with my nectar and radiated my bouquet as my lips parted and I suckled them, tasting both my own honey mixed with a faint saltiness of the seed he’d deposited in me before lunch.
Once his fingers were clean, Andre slid them from between my lips and rolled off the lounger, grabbing my legs and dragging me downward till my butt was against the edge of the chair’s foot end. He kneeled before me, lifted my legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue between my folds, and I sighed softly as he lapped at me, confident I was to be taken again
.
Repeatedly, Andre’s tongue began at my rose, dragged through my tender lips and stopped after flowing over my clit. With each lick, I held my breath and my body tensed as I savored the sensation, his slow, methodical attentiveness to my body.
Since moving to The Meadows, my life had been filled with the controlled, the rational and the professional. What Andre was doing to me was basic and primal, and I was finding myself getting more and more sucked in by the departure from my routine.
My mind was a void by the time Andre lifted up and plunged into me again, my pussy offering no resistance to his entry, thanks to his earlier use of me. My legs crossed behind his back and he kneeled at the foot of the lounger, the rest of his body upright as he rocked back and forth, and my hands extended outward, firmly grabbing the chair armrests as he again made me his.
It wasn’t long before Andre’s thrusts grew with intensity and depth. My breasts jiggled more and more wildly as the fuck became more primal. My body was growing more used to having Andre between my legs, filling me completely and with each drive into my womb, I cared less as to what Monday would hold.
My mind’s drift was shattered when Andre’s hand crashed against my tit, causing me to yelp.
“Pay attention to me when I’m fucking you,” he said in a mocking tone.
My arms wrapped around my orbs as his words sank in, leaving me feeling like a scolded child.
“Hands back to the armrests,” he smirked as the intense thrusts continued.
I did as I was told, gripping the chairs arms again, his other hand immediately slapping my other breast, causing me to tense head to toe as I squealed, “That hurts!”
Andre grabbed my hips, the backs of my legs running up his torso, my feet dangling over his shoulders as he drilled me almost violently, my body heaving forward as he used me. His cock began to twitch inside me as it had the other two times he’d fucked me and another rush of his seed filled me.
My body was a mess. The chair’s cushion was covered in my sweat and my crotch was soaked with my and Andre’s fluids as he grabbed my legs and led them downward till my feet were flat against the deck.
Andre stood and then took a step backward, looking at me as if admiring his work. He offered me his hand and I took it, and he helped me up and began walking toward the house, eager to see what would happen next.
We moved through the kitchen and into the living room, my hand in Andre’s as we walked. We stood on the rug on the opposite side of the table from the sofa on which he’d already fucked me twice. I complied when he asked me to kneel and he turned his back and lifted the top from the box that had been sitting on the table since this morning.
My eyes widened and my heart pounded in my chest as I saw his hand emerge from the box with a collar. I remained still as he turned toward me and opened the hinged ring, placing it around my neck and snapping it closed before slipping a small padlock through the back rings and sealing it shut.
I now knew what Andre Gregory wanted with me.

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“Gettin Girlfriends for my Daddy”

Getting Girlfriends for my Daddy
*Linda got an idea of how to solve a problem. A risky solution…very risky.
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__I know this is going to sound crazy, but it happened and is still happening. My daddy is sitting next to me as I write this story to help me remember all that’s happened.
I was very young when I got a girl crush on my daddy. It didn’t pass like just a phase I was going through. Over time it grew into a secret, hidden sexual lust in me to have my daddy have sex with me. I quickly discovered it felt so good to rub my pussy and think about my daddy.
When mom up and left, poor daddy didn’t have a woman to sleep with. I saw opportunity to ’help out’. I waited until he was good and asleep and got up and crawled in bed with him. He didn’t wake up. I slowly snuggled up to him and he must have had a dream going, because he put his arm around me and pulled us closer. I was loving this. Soon he began to give me little kisses and rub my back. I got ‘extremely’ horny for the first time in my life. I felt wet between my legs as I enjoyed all these new feelings. At that time all this was new to me. I felt a lump growing bigger between his legs. He slowly rocked it back and forth between my legs. That felt real good and exciting.
I hoped he wouldn’t wake up and keep this up, but he rolled over and that was the end of it…I thought….
I continued to sneak in bed with him after he was asleep. Some times nothing happened….but other nights, we pushed my pussy with his hardon. He had on shorts and I had on my tiny nightie. It was sneaky, fun and got me real horny which I liked. He would wake up with me in the bed with him, but didn’t say a word about it. Where was it going to go from here?…..I’ll let him tell his side of this story…
“I had sex dreams like any guy. I was a very sound sleeper…but lately, I kept dreaming about having sex with a small woman in my dream. I didn’t know who she was but the dreams were very real and I kept waking up in the morning with a real big hardon. Linda was to young to even think about having anything to do with this. I figured she felt secure sleeping in my big bed, so I let her do it.
One night I was having that same wonderful dream of going to fuck this small woman, but never did, and it slowly woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes. I went in to shock to find myself with my arms around Linda and my hardon between her legs. She was moving her pussy back and forth on my hardon.
I released her and rolled over away from her. I tried to forget that ever happened.
There was no way I could put that out of my mind.
The next night Linda got in my bed like she regularly did now and turned the light out. We had a little talk about sex. I tried to explain about men getting hardon’s during the night and not to pay any attention when this happened. I explained that… “if she was my wife or girlfriend that would be different and we would… a…have sex.”…and …..and….oh shit. It was here.
It was time to tell her the full story about sex.”
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It’s me, Linda again….
I watched daddy squirm and carefully try to explain things I already knew most of. I scooted close and smiled and deliberately ask the most intimate questions I could. “What’s this right here daddy?”… I pulled down my tiny panties and put my finger right on my clit. “It feels good when I rub it daddy.”
I watched a tent rise above his cock. I wasn’t going to let this golden opportunity slip away to get him hot for me. I was still very young but I was hooked on my daddy making me ohhhh… so horny….
His eyes were wide with the site of my pussy. He tried to hide his hardon but I didn’t let up. “Feel it daddy”….I took his finger and put it on my hot little clit. “If I was your girlfriend, could we have sex daddy?”… He gave up and closed his eyes and tried to gather his breath. I moved his finger up and down on my now wet pussy. I raised one leg and pushed his finger in deeper and began a steady rubbing. He gasp and whispered…(“….we have….(swallow hard) we have to set ….some rules.”)
He said ‘If’… I was a ‘girlfriend’, and not a daughter, who came and got in the bed at night, then….’things’ would be…a…. ok to go forward. ’If’…you somehow changed…a… your looks somehow, you could be my girlfriend and…..well….we could…do ’things’ in the dark and…a….it would be…a… different then …but it would have to be the most top secret thing ever.”
I got out of bed and left.
I put on one of mom’s old wigs and one of her old bra’s. I even found one of her old robes and put everything on. ‘I’… was going to be daddy’s new girlfriend. I came in his bedroom clopping with her old high heels. You could still see with the street light. I paraded around for him. I felt my little tits inside the big bra. He watch, he still a big tent. I put lotion on my legs and arms. I acted like a grown woman getting ready for bed. I slowly took off the robe, then the bra and panties and shoes. I played with the hair on the wig and left it on. I slipped in bed under the covers.
I snuggled up to him put my bare leg over him touching his cock. I took his hand and put it on my hair. I said quietly: “…hi…my name is Tina, and Linda told me you need a girlfriend.”
That was the beginning of just ‘one’ of daddy’s new girlfriends. I became…Tina. Tina was a bold aggressive girl who began kissing him and in went her tongue to tease his. His hands began to feel her tits and she felt his cock for the first time. I had watched porn vids and knew just what I wanted to do. My heart and his were pounding as we got totally excited and wonderfully sexually turned on. His cock was big and hot to the touch. I made a turn to go down and put his warm cock on my face and lips.
His hands pulled my butt cheeks to his face. He lifted my leg and I felt my first super tingles of his tongue going up and down my slit. He stopping at my throbbing clit. I squirmed hard as his tongue traveled around it. I kissed up his cock and kissed the tip, and he jumped with a spasm jolting his cock. I managed to get my lips over the head of his cock, and sucked on it. He had licked and sucked my clit so sensitive, it tingled my whole body. His gentle finger slipped inside my slick pussy. I couldn’t take that… and had my first real orgasm. My pussy twitched inside and a wave of pleasure went though my whole body. It took my breath away and made me moan.
I knew the high point was when a guy had cum come out his cock, and I wanted to do that. I jacked and sucked hard as we both squirmed. I wasn’t expecting it so soon and his hot cum shot out in my mouth, shot after shot….I just swallowed it down. He jolted as he licked my clit and we both moaned. I was as shook up as he was.
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I woke up……..
I looked around and it was morning and he was gone to work.
I couldn’t wait to tell my best friend Lita what had happened. I spotted her at school and made her swear to never ever tell what I was about to tell her. I told her very quietly as she got really turned on with my story. Then…she began to smile and whispered in my ear. (“…so your daddy pretends he has a new girlfriend, and it’s really you just changing your looks? You gotta let me have a sleepover with you.”…) She gasp out of breath as I at first looked at her puzzled….then I caught on….she continued, (“..Please?…he’ll never say anything if a ’new’ girl shows up in the dim light. Your daddy has always been so sexy to me…Please!”)
I told her I would have to think about it, but the idea was a real turn on to me…wait!….ok…let’s do it! We giggled and set a time to have her sleepover.
We got some cheap wigs and sexy clothes from the thrift store and hid them in my room. I told daddy that Lita was sleeping over this weekend. He nodded ok while watching TV.
Lita was a sexy popular girl at school. I had noticed daddy eyeballing her when she had slept over before. She noticed it too and loved the attention from him. She made sure to wear sexy nighties and stroll by him slowly to let him look at her growing hot body.
Friday night came.
Lita and I were having a big sexual high waiting for daddy to go to bed and go to sleep. Both our pussy’s were wet. The risk of this was making us mega horny. Finally it was time…..
She put on her wig and a slutty looking night gown, no bra and no panties.
We both entered his dark room. I stood in the doorway to watch. I had told her everything I did to get him aroused. It was a warm night and he had no covers over him. She carefully turned and held his rising cock. He slowly rolled towards her and pulled her pussy to him. She started a slow jack on his cock as he started licking her pussy. It was so sexy and tense, I had to rub my own pussy as I watched. He knew just how to lick her as she moaned and squirmed with a jolting orgasm. She jacked faster while she sucked the head of his cock….he moaned and cum came shooting out his big cock in her mouth and on her face. They both moaned and tried to catch their breath….
We did it.
He slowly rolled over and went to full sleep. Lita snuck back out and we went to my bedroom.
Lita, and I were so hyper with her first real sexual experience. We were young and of course next…we want to have full sex with him now. I said: “He’s my daddy, I want to be first.” We started planning right then for that night.
The next day we put on our tight sexy shorts, no bra’s and paraded around daddy all day. We both hugged him and rubbed our pussy’s on his legs. He tried not to react, but we saw the bulge in his jeans. The evening came and we put on our sexist nighties and paraded some more….then he waited until Lita was out of the room and hugged me. He whispered: (“…could you call ‘Tina’ and ask her to come over late tonight? “) My heart raced as I gasp and said: (…“Yes daddy! I sure will!“) We wondered if he was hoping for a night visit from a ’girlfriend’ that night, and he sure was. Everything was working out perfect. I just knew he liked visits from Tina and…..(..daddy interrupts..)
“…Hold on daughter….you weren’t there…how would know what went on in my bed with my ’girlfriends’???…better let me tell what your daddy was doing in there…right?”
“Yes daddy”
“Tina was my favorite girlfriend of all time. She was so special. Another sexy ‘girlfriend’ showed up last night and of course, I could tell it was not Tina….I’ll make her my #2 girlfriend. She was hot and sexy also. I hoped…they both would show up some night….and they did.”
“Ok, continue and tell what ‘Lita’ told you she and her girlfriend ‘Tina’ did that night…”
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Well ok,…‘Lita’ said Tina was to go in first and try and have full sex with him….then Lita herself would try. They both went all out with the perfume, wigs and sexy nighties. No bra’s or panties of course. He had the covers off only this time he was completely naked. This time Lita stood and watched in the doorway.
Tina crawled in his bed and moved up to him. She took his hand and put it on her tits. She then slowly crawled on top of him and took her nightie clear off. His cock was big, hard and now sticking up between her legs. Tina had the jitters as she rocked back and forth on his cock. She put her arms around his neck and started kissing him. Their tongues met and began to wander together as they kissed. He started feeling her butt cheeks and her wetness was slick as he started slipping his cock in her. The quiet moaning began as it inched deeper in her pussy.
Tina was in heaven with this as the motion between them increased. She brought her knees up and let his cock rub right on her clit. His hands gripped her butt firmer as the excitement built up and up. Tina was having orgasms but something big was building up in her. She started to moan and get dizzy. She was losing her breath and then her pussy contracted around his cock as she let out a big moan….she suddenly climaxed and shook. His cock touched the bottom of her pussy and a hot blast of cum filled her pussy. They both moaned as he fucked her real fast…. more shots of cum kept coming. Her pussy kept contracting around his cock as they both shook and squirmed. There was just no way she could ever describe the feeling ….She slid her body back and forth on top of him to get all of this feeling she could. They gasp for air and held each other tight.
Lita watched and got weak in the knees as she orgasmed with her fingers in her pussy…
I now knew what after glow was. I drifted to sleep somewhere…I don’t know how much time passed, but I woke up with Lita under my daddy and they were rocking the bed. The slapping of their body’s together was awesome. Her legs were up and daddy was fucking her deep and fast. They were not quiet as the grunts and moans got loud. He was feeling her tits and she had her arms around his neck kissing him. She started a steady pulsing moan and pulled on his body as he let out a grunt and cum came pouring out of her pussy…it gave me mega tingle to witness it. They both gasp for air as they kept fucking until they ran out of strength to fuck anymore….
Did I get it right daddy?
“Yes you really did, stop writing and come with me….’Tina’. “
( …god I love it when he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom….)

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The Live-in Nurse and My Wife

It started with a really bad skiing accident. I broke my leg in several places and tore most of the ligaments holding my knee together. I was put in a hip-to-toe cast–a rotten souvenir of our vacation. On our return home, I found I needed a live-in LPN to take care of me. It had to be a strong man, since I am about 200 pounds myself and needed to be lifted from place to place. We also had to make a temporary bedroom for me downstairs, since I couldn’t manage the stairs. Being somewhat preoccupied with my own pain, I left it to my wife, Donna, to pick the LPN.
Somewhat to my surprise, she picked Tyrone. He is a tall, very well built, very dark African American. I was surprised because I always thought Donna was somewhat prejudiced and fearful of black men, and I didn’t think she would be comfortable with one in the house.
Our house is constructed in such a way, that with me taking over the downstairs family room, there really wasn’t any other place downstairs where it made sense for Tyrone to stay. We have an upstairs guest bedroom next to the master bedroom, and Donna put Tyrone there. I was in my wheelchair at the foot of the stairs as Donna led Tyrone up the stairs. She was wearing a very tight pair of white short shorts, high cut on her ass, and the lines of her thong were clearly visible underneath the fabric of the shorts. Tyrone, following her, essentially had his face even with her ass, and I could see him taking it all in. Donna seemed to walk slowly, and with a slightly exaggerated swing of her hips.
I got extremely jealous, particularly as I realized that they would soon be out of my line of vision and, if Tyrone did, in fact, try any funny business with my wife, I wouldn’t be able to defend her.
I needn’t have worried for her safety. They were hitting it off quite well. I heard much laughter, watched them as they walked by on the upstairs hallway, as Donna gave Tyrone the “tour” of the upstairs.
Donna is a blond, blue-eyed bombshell. A southern girl, she has always liked to flirt and be admired. I have encouraged her to wear clothes that accent her generous breasts, tight waist, round buns, and shapely legs. That day, in addition to the white short shorts, she was wearing a tight, sleeveless pink tank top that barely contained her breasts. As he followed Donna in the upstairs hallway, I could see the massive bulge in Tyrone’s pants, even from the distance of my downstairs wheelchair.
Tyrone was a good practical nurse for me. He could lift me easily, was friendly and outgoing, and hard not to like. The problem was that I had competition for his services. Donna was constantly near, and asking him for “help” with one thing or another. She decided to dust the corners where the walls meet the ceiling, and to change the ceiling light bulbs, and dust the ceiling fans. For each of these tasks, she stood on one of our kitchen stools, and asked Tyrone to stand underneath, steadying her by holding her ankles. His big black hands easily gripped and circled her calves. I watched him, as they moved from place to place.
I watched as he would shift his grip on Donna’s legs, and, most of all, I watched his eyes as they worked their way up my wife’s thighs and devoured her crotch and ass–all on magnificent display for him. She gave him other jobs as well, or would closely supervise his care of me, often “helping” to lift me, and in doing so, usually giving an eyeful of her breasts or waist as her shirt would hike up or down with the activity of moving me.
She was very friendly with Tyrone, even more than her usual flirtation with other men. I could see from the moment he joined us, that there was a palpable sexual charge between the two of them. I was intensely jealous, but at the same time quite turned on watching my wife carry on like this. She looked absolutely radiant, and watching another man getting so turned on by her added to her allure.
For dinner our first evening together, Donna changed her clothes, which I thought unusual. She wore a white, see-through skirt that exposed her legs and ass through the translucent material. She had also changed panties. She now wore a skimpy red string bikini that was clearly visible under the dress, accenting the succulent curve of her bottom. She also changed from the tank top to a red-fitting blouse that dipped sharply in the front, exposing breasts that seemed to be competing with each other for exposure and attention.
Throughout the meal, Donna kept jumping up to refill Tyrone’s wine or water glasses, to put extra portions on his plate, even to help put his napkin in his lap, leaning over him with each of these tasks, giving him good views, gentle touches, and the sweet smell of the perfume she doused herself with for the occasion.
Throughout the meal, Donna kept commenting on what a tremendous appetite Tyrone had, and how he could eat so much, and yet keep such a trim waistline and muscular physique. She asked him for advice on “working out,” and he agreed to be her “coach” and “personal trainer” in the days ahead.
Usually an LPN does light household chores, like the dishes, but Donna insisted on helping Tyrone in the kitchen. Again, I watched and listened from the dining room as they laughed and played with dish suds, and with drying and putting away dishes. Donna continuously needed Tyrone’s help to lift her to put dishes away on the upper shelves of the cabinets, help she has never needed in the past. As she moved about the kitchen, her skirt would swirl, and her legs and ass seemed to dance under the wispy material.
We watched TV in the evening. Confined to my wheelchair, I couldn’t join Donna on the sofa, where she likes to cuddle. But she invited Tyrone to join her there. I kept watching our of the corner of my eye, as she would play with her foot against his torso, lean over and touch him, or jump up and down to give him (or me) snacks or refills on drinks. When doing these serving errands, she invariably would “block his view” by standing directly in front of him, with the TV behind her. Her legs would be slightly spread, and the light of the TV behind her made an incredibly sexy view of her legs underneath the material.
That night, as Donna kissed me goodnight, I asked her what was going on with Tyrone, and tried to xpress to her my jealousy, but also to let her know that I was also turned on in a strange way by the whole thing. She told me that she was having trouble controlling herself. That she had never felt more sexy. She said that Tyrone was the fulfillment of a longtime fantasy that she had had about a black man, and that my presence but incapacity to do anything but watch added immensely to the turn on. I told her how helpless I felt with her and Tyrone upstairs and me not able to get up the stairs. With that, she gave me a long kiss, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I know.”
I watched her walk up the stairs, this time the sashay of her hips a show intended exclusively for me.
I watched as she knocked on Tyrone’s door. She said, “I just wanted to check if everything was all right, and wish you goodnight.”
She stepped in his room, but only stayed for a few minutes. I watched as she left his room, waved down to me, blew me a kiss, and went to our bedroom.
The next morning, Donna began her “training” under Tyrone’s coaching. They were both dressed for the occasion. Donna was in a leotard that barely contained either her breasts or her ass. Tyrone was wearing Lycra bike pants, and clearly had nothing on underneath. You could see the outline of a snakelike cock held up in quite a display of male equipment. I could only watch, as Tyrone put Donna through the paces of a really good workout. He would hold her legs as she did crunches and stretches, and often position himself so her mouth would be inches away from his cock as she went through repetitions.
So far, I was purely a passive spectator. Now, as the first lesson ended, I suggested that a good workout should end with a shower and a massage, so I told Donna to go up and take a shower and for Tyrone to set up our exercise mat in front of me, and told him where to get massage lotions and oils. As we waited for Donna, I told Tyrone that he was doing a great job, and how much Donna and I both liked how much he was fitting in to our home life. I said that I thought Donna would like the massage more if he took off his shirt and put some of the oil on his chest first so it would glisten. He smiled at me, as he took off his shirt, squeezed oil into his hand, and rubbed it on his torso.
Donna finally came down. She was wearing her private, tanning bathing suit–a G-string bottom and tiny top that leaves most of her breasts and ass exposed. I could see her open admiration for Tyrone’s muscled body. As Tyrone watched, she came over to me first and began kissing me. Tyrone watched as my hands squeezed my wife’s bottom, ran up and down her waist, and worked her breasts. With a last kiss, she broke off from me, and placed herself face down on the exercise mat at my feet. Tyrone then kneeled over her and began a long, sensual massage. He paced it perfectly, starting with her feet and ankles, taking time to massage her fingers and hands. He worked her neck and shoulders, and moved slowly down her back.
Finally, the prize was that beautiful bottom aching for attention. Straddling her backwards, Tyrone sat lightly on her back, giving me an unobstructed view up my wife’s long beautiful legs and crotch. I watched his black hands and arms as he worked her thighs. His dark, masculine chest glistened with oil, a startling contrast to the whiteness of her bottom and thighs, also soaked in oil. I found some lotion, and began masturbating myself while watching.
He leaned down, and for the first time, I saw another man kiss my wife. Not on the lips however, but a first kiss that started with his long, red tongue playing at the top of the cleavage of my wife’s ass. He raised himself on all fours on top of her, the only point of contact, his tongue, her ass. He was really good, and she was really enjoying it. His mouth attacked her bottom, sucking, licking, penetrating, and she squirmed and rose to meet him, thrusting and wiggling, a shiny mess of oil and saliva.
Donna rolled over and they were in a sixty-nine position with Tyrone on top. He continued licking her, now plying that powerful tongue in the folds of her womanhood, as she peeled down his Lycra pants, allowing his huge cock to pop free. I have never seen my wife so obsessed, so completely wild, as she sucked the black monster dangling over her. All the while, she moaned and hummed with pleasure, vocalizing her ecstasy in a way I had never heard.
Both were lost in the enjoyment of each other’s bodies, and I was beside myself with excitement as well. They rolled around, exploring each other, playing, kissing and licking–her breasts, his chest, black and blonde, pink and dark. She guided his cock into her, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he pounded away at her. She begged him not to come in her, and, ever the gentleman, he didn’t. When it came time, he withdrew, and doused her chest and neck with a huge quantity of cum, much more, and pulsing out much harder than any orgasm I had ever had.
Tyrone went up to take a shower. Strangely, I hadn’t actually cum yet myself. Donna walked over to me and straddled me sitting in my wheelchair. She began kissing me, and I fondled her cum-covered breasts. She arched toward me, and, again, much to my surprise, I began licking and sucking the cum from her breasts and neck, having an earth-shattering orgasm myself in the process.
I am not yet recovered from my accident. But Tyrone has found a place in our home. I think we are going to try to let him keep “his” bedroom next to ours, and keep him on as Donna’s exercise coach. We are both looking forward to his great nursing care.
Proudly signed,
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Jail Break

Jessica walked up to the front of the faceless grey hulk of the prison and pressed the intercom at the staff entrance. The day was already bright, sunny and hot despite the early hour but this did little to alleviate the drab monolith in front of her, its walls topped with razor wire and the tireless all seeing cameras.
The intercom crackled to life, ‘Who is it please?’ said a bored sounding voice.
‘Jessica’ she replied, standing in front of the camera mounted in the door and brandishing her security pass.
There was a sound of bolts being drawn back electronically and the door swung open allowing Jessica to enter the prison. Two guards were there to meet her and escort her to the Warden’s office where she worked, and they both looked her up and down.
‘You sure Warden Makepeace won’t bawl you out for wearing that?’ said one.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake it’s going to be like 95 degrees today and I’m not wearing trousers’.
Jessica was irritable. She was already late due to the traffic and this was making her later. Anyway who the hell did these meatheads think they were? she thought to herself.
‘If the Warden has a problem with my attire I’ll take it up with him’.
Jessica looked in the mirror and smoothed her clothing down. She was wearing a pretty, lightweight dress with a small flower print that was sleeveless and hugged her slim figure perfectly. It was short, but not obscenely so and came to around 4 inches above the knee, showing off her long legs to perfection, while her white, high heeled sandals finished off the ensemble, pushing her calves into a sexy shape. She had not dressed specifically to tease, but this oppressively hot weather required light clothes and she was damned if she was going to sit in the office with its dodgy air con feeling like she was about to melt.
Another buzzer sounded at the inner door and it swung open, leading through to the main complex of the prison. Jessica followed the two guards, her thick, long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders and halfway down her back and entered the main hall. The serried ranks of cells stretched around and above her but there was no sound from the inmates. When Jessica had started this job, she had been greeted by whistles, catcalls and crude remarks but Warden Makepeace had punished those responsible severely so now no one dared to make a comment, but they still watched.
As Jessica walked across the complex, her footsteps echoed in the empty space. She flicked her eyes from side to side and could see the men watching intently like a pride of lions stalking their prey. She had guessed that today’s outfit would attract more attention than usual and she wasn’t wrong. The men viewed her with naked lust, undressing her with their eyes and Jessica found to her surprise that she was extremely turned on by being an object of desire for all these dangerous, horny, sex starved men. By the time she got to the other side of the complex and had passed through the security door she could feel dampness in her knickers and was acutely aware of her hard nipples showing through the thin material of her dress.
Warden Makepeace looked up as Jessica entered the office.
‘Sorry I’m late Warden, the traffic was hell his morning’ she said as she sat down behind her desk and flicked her computer on.
Makepeace looked at her intently, resting his chin on steepled fingers.
‘Jessica, I don’t make dress code rules for fun’. ‘We have a difficult situation here at the moment, the prison is overcrowded and anything can spark off a disturbance’. ‘You must realise that a highly attractive lady like yourself dressed like that could cause…..problems, fights’.
‘Warden, it is going to be 95 degrees and you expect me to sit in this sweatshop in a suit?’. Jessica’s voice was level but held more than a hint of barely suppressed temper.
Makepeace picked up on this. ‘The engineer has promised to fix the aircon this week’ he said in a more conciliatory tone but I would appreciate it if you could come to work more appropriately dressed’.
Jessica sighed to herself. To be honest that was pretty mild by Makepeace’s standards as he had been known to go crazy over minor infringements of the rules, so she settled down to look at her inbox and type up a growing pile of reports, assessments, care plans….everything the modern penal system seemed to throw up these days.
Makepeace looked at Jessica as he organised the paperwork on his desk. He admired her efficiency and the cool, unflustered way in which she handled the pressures of the job. He had four Personal Assistants before she came, none of whom stuck it for longer than a few months so he gave Jessica a bit more latitude than he normally would. He watched her legs under the desk as she stretched them, her skirt riding a little higher and affording him a view of her pale, shapely thigh. His cock stirred in his trousers and he hurriedly looked away in case she caught him looking at her and looked at the latest Government forms he was supposed to fill in or ‘death by red tape’ as he called them.
Jessica concentrated on reducing the pile in her in tray with some success although the wheezy air conditioning was simply not coping with the summer heat and the temperature in the office was rising uncomfortably causing her to feel clammy. She got up to go to the bathroom to get some cool water to dab herself with just as a siren abruptly started wailing in the yard.
Makepeace stabbed a few numbers into his phone.
‘Security, what’s going on?’ he said calmly
‘There’s a disturbance in C wing sir, a fight has broken out and spread over the whole floor’. ‘We have sealed off the wing and it seems to be OK for now’.
‘Very good’ said Makepeace curtly. ‘Call me immediately if you have an update’.
‘Anything we need to worry about?’ asked Jessica.
‘Apparently not’ he replied looking thoughtful. ‘I’m going across to the security centre to look at the remote camera pictures and if I think there is any danger I’ll send guards to get you out as quickly as possible’.
‘Thanks’ she said as Makepeace strode off purposefully down the corridor.
Jessica continued to try and concentrate but it was simply impossible with the infernal racket of the siren so she poked her head out of the office to see if she could see anything of what was happening and walked to the connecting door to the main block. There was little she could see through the small glass portal but the noise from the inmates was deafening. However, the guards were situated in the centre of the hall and the cells were still locked so everything appeared to be under control. Having satisfied herself there was no immediate cause for alarm she returned to her office and once again picked up the report she had been working on.
In C wing the situation was worsening for the prison staff. Although the area had initially been sealed, some prisoners who were skilled in electronics had managed to access the control relays and open the doors by springing the failsafe mechanism.
There were running battles between C wing and B wing and Warden Makepeace was running out of options.
‘Take ten men and go to the armoury’ he ordered. ‘Live rounds but fire above their heads on the first volley and await my instructions’.
The young guard nodded his assent and made off quickly with his companions. The armoury was situated between two heavily reinforced doors at the junction of the main complex and the corridors which led to the three primary wings of the prison and as they arrived, the guard signalled for the armoured door to be opened. As the bolts slid back an alarm went off in the main block and all of the cell doors sprang open, courtesy of the C wing hackers who had compromised the core security system.
The guards looked on horrified as the prisoners swarmed out of their cells, retreating towards the exit doors to try and seal off the main hall but they were too late and were cut off. The guards outside the armoury were trapped and the armoury door swung open just as they were overwhelmed by the baying mob. The prisoners quickly dealt with the remaining guards and burst through the open door and into the armoury.
The fight in the main block was short but brutal. The guards were heavily outnumbered and surrendered quickly as the situation was hopeless. Those that were guilty of mistreating their charges were dealt violent summary justice and were beaten senseless or killed. The rest were herded together and locked in the armoury.
The ringleaders passed out the guns among the men, and they now ran down the main corridor towards C wing whooping with delight while others tried to batter down the doors to get out of the prison.
Warden Makepeace looked ashen faced at the monitors as he watched the armed prisoners stream towards C wing realising that the guards down there were now caught in a pincer. He ordered the head of security to call the Police as he realised the situation has spiralled dangerously out of control and then rang down to his office.
‘Jessica, listen to me, you have to get out and get out now’. ‘Use the service corridor and skirt around the main complex, do not try to go through there’. ‘Head for the trade entrance on the north side of the block, the code for the door is 98326’.
‘How about you?’ said Jessica in a shaky voice.
‘Don’t worry about me, you have to get out’ he said and she could hear a note of panic in his normal calm demeanour.
Jessica quickly turned off her computer, gathered her things and headed out towards the service corridor, her heart thumping in her chest. She quickly reached the narrow entrance and followed the exit signs towards the north side of the prison, her ears straining to hear any sounds that might mean trouble ahead. As she arrived level with the main block she heard a splintering up ahead as a door gave way and shouted voices and footsteps echoing in the corridor. Jessica froze with fear and then quietly began to retrace her steps. Fortunately the footsteps seemed to recede and she guessed that the men were headed for the same exit she was trying to get to, but the bad news was that she was effectively trapped.
There was nowhere to go except back the way she had come and as she neared the Warden’s office she could hear the sounds of it being ransacked and destroyed. She crept past the entrance silently with her heart in her mouth until she reached the door into the main block which was now open, another prize for the C wing hackers.
Jessica cautiously looked through and found that the main block was eerily silent, all the inmates seemingly having headed for one of the exits. There was no way she could stay where she was so she crept into the main block and skirted round the edge, hoping to find somewhere she could hide amongst the debris of the wrecked cells. She reached the stairwell and climbed up the iron steps as quietly as she could, hardly daring to look behind her, fearing the shouts that would mark her discovery. As she reached the top her breathing slowed again and she listened for any noise that might signal that someone was still up here. After a short while she moved on again, doubled over behind the railings to hide her self from being seen from below, heading towards a store at the end of the corridor. If that had been looted then she might be able to shut herself in and hide until help arrived as nobody would bother going back there she thought.
Jessica was now passing the high security cells, all the doors open and as empty as the rest when suddenly an arm shot out and hauled her inside the nearest cell. A hand was clamped over her mouth to prevent her screams which she instinctively bit down on, hearing a howl of pain as she wriggled free.
‘Quite a little firebrand ain’t she’ said a hulking figure in front of her. More men came into the cell from the adjoining areas until there were around ten of them in the small space. Jessica could see from the distinctive uniforms that these were all lifers, men without hope for parole. She recognised the hulk as Matt Lewin from his report card and quickly recalled the details. First degree murder of his girlfriend and another man who he thought she was having an affair with. He had also murdered the man’s brother and his entre family by burning down their house after locking them inside. The man she had bitten was Bubba Marconi, Mafia hitman. She recognised Barry Martin, the poisoner and David Karlsen, the baby faced con man who had swindled several high ranking officials out of millions. What had really sealed his fate was that he had also fucked all their wives.
Christ this was like a Who’s who of America’s most wanted she thought as the grinning men edged towards her.
‘Want me to cut her, make her scream’ said a weasel faced man who she couldn’t quite place. Lewin glared at the weasel who shrank back but still the men came on, their leering looks leaving her in no doubt what they had planned.
Despite her desperate situation, Jessica found herself turned on. These guys were fit, their bodies sculpted from endless hours of exercise in the gym, their sole respite from the numbing boredom of prison life and the obvious bulges in their pants made her wet with anticipation. She needed to find an angle, needed to take the initiative so instead of cowering in the corner she took a step forward, looking Lewin straight in the eye and sank to her knees in front of him. Her hands worked quickly and skilfully at the buttons and soon she had his cock out in the open. Lewin was a big man, tall with big hands and feet and Jessica was delighted to find that his cock was in proportion, at least 8 inches long and as thick as her wrist.
‘Oooh when did this big boy last see some action’ she purred and kissed the tip of his straining cock head, feeling it stiffen as her hand glided over his thick shaft.
Jessica continued to work her hand up and down until she could see a clear drop of precum appear and then stuck out her tongue to lick it off, continuing down until his swollen helmet was engulfed by her moist parted lips. She could see other men releasing their hard pricks out of the corner of her eye as she worked her tongue in quick, lashing movements over Lewin’s cock and wickedly decided to give them a real show. She had seen some models giving really deep throat in one of her husband’s porno films and now she aped them, sucking the huge dick deep into her mouth and working it frantically with her hand.
‘Oh you are so big, your cock is so beautiful’ she moaned as her lips sucked at his member and her tongue wiggled into the sensitive hole at the tip.
‘I’ll give you something to moan about’ said the weasel in a thick voice as he pushed to the front.
Lewin’s hand shot out, catching the weasel by the throat and lifting him easily into the air. The man struggled, choking and spluttering, his face turning red, then purple as Lewin choked the life out of him. At the last moment he dropped the wheezing weasel to the ground.
‘Get rid of that sick fuck, I don’t want to see him in my face again’ he snarled. Remember, no one and I mean no one hurts this bitch unless I say so’.
Through all this, Lewin’s cock seemed to have become even stiffer, an iron bar made flesh and Jessica did not miss a beat, sucking on his big fuck stick and cradling his massive, heavy balls in her hand.
Billy Joe Ray and Mark Walcott picked up the weakly struggling weasel and dragged him quickly down the corridor not wanting to miss the unexpected entertainment back in the cell.
‘What the fuck we goin’ to do with him Mark’ said Billy Joe
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‘B Wing’ said Mark. ‘They hate his sort there’
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The men quickly reached B Wing and dragged the weasel inside.
‘Listen up everyone’ yelled Mark ‘who remembers Ben Laforge?’.
The weasel struggled to get free and the men currently trashing B Wing stopped and stared, the light of recognition passing across their faces.
‘Well say hello to your new friends Ben’ laughed Billy Joe propelling him towards the mob as he and Mark turned back the way they had come, leaving the now screaming child rapist to his deserved fate.
Back in the cell Jessica had more cocks to work on as other men joined the fun and she was sucking on their straining pricks for all she was worth as the men stood patiently in a row. This was the most wildly erotic situation she had ever been in, she was powerless and yet somehow all powerful but the real thrill came from the knowledge that she was ultimately at the mercy of these men. As the last two rejoined the group she helped herself to their tools too, counting ten thick pricks in all, glistening with her saliva.
Jessica stood, her body tingling all over with nervous, sexually charged energy and unzipped her dress at the back, sidling sexily back up to the huddled men, letting them tug her dress down so it fell to the floor before spinning away with a dirty grin on her face.
Matt Lewin’s eyes looked like they would pop out of his head as he drank in her perfect, slim body encased in some delicate, lacy underwear recently purchased from Victoria’s Secret. Jessica stood with her legs slightly apart and pushed her hair up on top of her head, raising both arms in a sexy pose and pouted at the men, thrilled by the rapt expressions of attention on their faces.
She now turned her back to them and unclasped her bra, slowly turning back towards them. With crossed arms in front of her, she walked up to Matt, allowing him to pull the bra from her shoulders and feel her firm tits topped with large, prominent rose coloured nipples. Jessica passed down the line allowing each man to feel her, shuddering at their touch as they squeezed her breasts and pulled on the sensitive buds, amazed at the degree of control she had before backing away again and hooking her thumbs into her lacy panties. The gusset was soaked as she slowly slid them down her slender thighs revealing her neatly trimmed auburn pussy to their gaze, running her middle finger down her wet slit and then tasting her own juices with closed eyes, a beatific expression on her face.
She crossed back to the men again, now totally naked apart from her high heeled sandals and the men clustered round her. Lewin’s lips clasped themselves to hers as various hands roamed over her body, seeking out her most secret places. Her erect nipples were receiving a good deal of attention from two wet, sucking mouths and a hand was gently prising her thighs apart while another sought out her clit. Jessica groaned as a thick finger entered her hot pussy and began to pump inside her.
This was too much for Lewin who moved everyone out of the way and laid Jessica on the small bed on one side of the cell, kneeling between her legs so he could taste his first pussy in years. He pushed her thighs up and started at her asshole, gently running his tongue around the puckered hole, making Jessica squirm with pleasure as he traced his tongue over her inner thighs, teasing her, before running his tongue up her wet slit.
Lewin reached the top of her sex and moved deeper, running his wet tongue over her clit causing Jessica to gasp with pleasure. The other men were encouraging Lewin and their crude remarks made her feel even hornier as she felt Bubba’s cock slide across her lips. Jessica opened her mouth and curled her tongue around the tip of his hardening cock, running her fingers lightly down the pulsing vein, drawing him in and sucking deeply as Bubba fucked her mouth. More hands began to paw at her tits and run over her belly and arms, adding to the sensations in her tingling sex, making her lose control by the minute, as she abandoned herself to her forbidden desires.
Matt Lewin was now tonguing her vigorously and deeply, using his thick fingers to stimulate the area around her clit. She gagged on Bubba’s cock as she felt her orgasm rising, showering Lewin’s face with her pungent juices that now dripped off his chin.
‘Oh baby’ Lewin croaked, as he pulled Jessica off the bed to sit astride him and guided his thick, long tool into her soaking snatch.
She soon found that she had two cocks in her face, vying for her attention and found her hands quickly occupied with more rock hard shafts which she proceeded to wank gently. Behind her, a man had greased up his fingers with some looted cream and slid them between her ass cheeks, seeking out her tight little starfish. Jessica relaxed as much as she could while the man lubed her anus and slid a finger inside her tightest hole, making her gasp as he plunged it deep inside. Lewin was pumping her pussy like a man possessed while the guys in front of her were taking turns to fuck her hot mouth, calling her ‘bitch’, ‘whore’…anything they could think of which only served to increase her excitement.
She felt Lewin’s fat cock twitch and spasm inside her and then erupt as he came in wave after wave deep inside her belly, continuing to fuck her to the hilt. As his cock softened it slid out of her well screwed hole with a plop and she now found herself sitting astride Barry Martin, guiding his dick into her dripping cunt. Before she could start riding him she felt another tool prodding at her asshole, demanding entry. Barry pulled her forward and she felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart and a rock hard cock poking at her tight chute. Jessica moaned as she felt the mushroom head stretch her sphincter and then he was inside her, moving deeper and now in tandem with the cock in her pussy, causing the most intense sensations she had ever known. She felt Bubba’s cock in her mouth begin to pulse, covering her face in its sticky seed, immediately replaced by another man she didn’t even recognise.
The heavy balls of the man behind her were slapping her ass at the end of each stroke, the man screwing her pussy was mauling her tits and fingering her clit and the warm, sticky spray on her body told her that the shaft she held in her hand had just shot its load. The sensations all rolled into one as Jessica lost track of time and lost track of who and where she was as panting orgasms wracked her slim body.
Jessica was a plaything for these men, it was as if she had no will of her own as they used her body to relieve their pent up desires. One after the other they pushed her into every position imaginable, serving their deepest fantasies as they plundered every hole until they were spent and she was alone and spread eagled on the floor, covered with the fruits of their lust.
Jessica lay there for a few minutes and then stiffly got to her feet.
‘Any chance of grabbing a shower baby’ she said to Lewin, smiling coyly.
‘Where are you gonna get a shower babe?’ he laughed. ‘Anything that could be ripped out has been ripped out’.
‘Maybe in the Warden’s office?’
Lewin looked her in the eyes. ‘OK, four of you take her to the Warden’s office’. ‘Any trouble come straight back’.
Jessica slipped on her discarded dress and followed the men to her old workplace. The main office had been trashed but the small, private bathroom behind was more or less untouched and Jessica gratefully climbed under the steaming jets. She now had a little time to think – the men didn’t seem to want to harm her but they were dangerous and unstable and she had no idea how long she could keep them sweet.
She finished her shower and dried off quickly on a scrap of towel as the men once again eyed her firm, sexy body and walked back to the cell with them.
‘I have an idea’ she announced to Lewin.
‘Go ahead’ he said with an air of hopelessness. ‘Bubba’s just checked and the whole place is surrounded by cops’. ‘There’s guys out there chucking stuff and taking the odd pot shot with a rifle but we’re screwed basically’.
‘There’s some uniforms, fresh back from the laundry in the Warden’s closet’. ‘The door is intact so they should still be there’. ‘They will know I’m a prisoner and as the only woman, I will be attracting most of the attention’.
‘Go on’ said Lewin, the germ of what she was planning beginning to form in his mind.
‘Are there negotiators out there?’ she asked.
‘Yeah’ said Bubba ‘but they ain’t mentioning you’.
‘Of course not you dumb fuck’ said Jessica exasperatedly. ‘That would be the surest way of getting me gang banged’ she said with more than a hint of irony.
There were sniggers around the cell – not many of them would dare talk to Bubba like that but she had appeared to get away with it.
‘We need someone, a prisoner, to come to the door and say he was releasing us as a goodwill gesture’ she continued.
‘Who is going to volunteer to stay in this stinking hole while the rest of us bunk off’ snapped Lewin.
There was a moment of silence and then an older man stepped forward. ‘I’ll do it’.
‘Frank, why would you do a thing like that?’ said Lewin as if the man was stupid.
‘There’s nothing outside for me Matt, I couldn’t survive outside now, who would want me?’ replied Frank.
Lewin looked at him and made a snap decision.
‘Let’s go’ he said and they all hurried down to the Warden’s office.
Ten minutes later they were making their way down the service corridor dressed as the hated screws towards the north entrance. The door had been battered but the prisoners had not been able to force a way through the armoured structure and it was now abandoned.
Jessica punched in the exit code and was relieved when the door opened. Frank stood behind her and Lewin, pushing them both out the door about 100 yards from the surrounding cordon of Police.
‘I’m releasing some hostages’ he shouted. ‘I don’t want no trouble so don’t shoot or my men will kill ‘em’.
Frank dashed back inside and the rest of the ‘guards’ came out blinking into the light. With their heads down they made their way to the nearest part of the cordon, surprising the confused men on the roof who failed to get a single shot off.
Jessica was immediately engulfed by newsmen and reporters who had instantly recognised her as she crossed no man’s land and she was soon in the middle of an animated and detailed interview. Hardly anyone noticed the guards although they suffered a few sneering looks from the Police officers, who assumed from their crisp uniforms and lack of bruises that they had given up without a fight.
‘OK, you men over here, yelled the District Commissioner at the guards, shaking their hands without even looking at them and smiling a fixed smile as a thin line of photographers reeled off a few shots.
‘Over there for debrief’ he waved airily as he charged into the media scrum for a far better photo opportunity with Jessica.
The ‘guards’ quickly split up and edged away from where they were supposed to go. No one noticed as they quietly made their way through the crowd and disappeared into the surrounding streets.
Lewin stuck his hands in his pockets, relishing his first taste of freedom, and felt a scrap of paper. He pulled it out and read it. It said simply ‘Thanks hun’ luv Jessica and a phone number. Lewin broke into a wide smile and walked a little taller as he turned the corner, losing sight of the prison for the first time in years.

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I woke up between two hard male bodies. I couldn’t remember what I had happened the night before until one of the males started to shift. I had slept with my dad and my two older brothers. Not only that, but I had enjoyed it so much that I came too many times to count. As the sunlight I looked into the relaxed face of my older brother Jamal. He was snoring a little as he held me tight against him with his hand wrapped around my body cupping my ass. I looked down a little and noticed that there was a hand wrapped around my middle from behind me, cupping my breast. I tried to lift my body up a little so I could use the restroom, but there were two legs locking me in place on the bed. As I lay there debating what to do, I started to hear pots and pans rattling domn the hall in our kitchen. Soon after, I smelled the scents of a warm breakfast being made and I guessed my brother James had gotten up to cook. So that also meant that the man behind me was my dad.
My dad suddenly shifted a little and tightened his hold on me, bringing me closer to his chest and hardening dick. “Good morning, baby girl,” he said gruffly as he unwrapped his legs from around mine. He gripped my tit and began to play with my nipple until it was hard. He began to thrust his dick, softly moving it against the curve of my spine. My dad moaned in my ear as his hand began to travel down between my legs. “You already wet for daddy?” he whispered into my ear. His deep voice, roughened by sleep was turning me on even more as he strolled two fingers into my pussy. “Yea daddy,” I softly moaned as I began to rub my ass on his hard dick. He picked up my left leg and brought it back to rest on hip as he positioned his dick to enter my pussy. He entered slowly and moaned in my ear, “Ahhh yes baby girl. This sweet pussy is tight enough to suck my dick good, girl.” His thrusts were slow, but hard and deliberate. He grunted as he began to speed up, needing to cum. I gazed at my sexy brother just as his eyes fluttered open. Whereas myself, my dad and James are dark-skinned, Jamal was brown-skinned with hazel eyes like our mother. He stared at me for a moment and then began to smile a bit. “Y’all having fun without me?” he purred. “Damn right,” my dad grunted, “and don’t interrupt either. This pussy is mine right now.” My dad stuck a finger in his mouth and reached down to stroke my clit with his wet digit. My head fell back in ecstasy. I was almost there. “Aw don’t be so selfish pops,” Jamal said as he gripped one tit and sucked on the other. That sent me over the edge. My pussy gripped my dad’s dick tight as I came. My orgasm triggered my dad’s and he grunted his release. “That was nice baby girl,” he said as he removed his soft dick. He rolled off the bed and headed towards the kitchen to see about breakfast as Jamal kissed his way to my pussy, stopping to swirl his tongue in my bellybutton. I was turned on instantly. Jamal dove into my pussy, licking my lips and sucking the cum from my body. He grabbed my ass and plunged his tongue as far as he could into my pussy. He stroked my with his tongue and I grabbed his head with both hands, trying to get closer. “Ohhhh yea Jamal, eat this pussy.” He pulled his tongue out, but replaced it with three fingers as he sucked on my clit. “FUCK YESSSS!” I screamed as I came all over his face. He kept his tongue on me until he was sure I was finished, and then began his trail of kisses back up my body as I tried to catch my breath. “Damn your pussy good girl,” he smiled at me. I brought his head down to mine and kissed him passionately, swirling my tongue in his mouth. I tasted myself, and he was right. My pussy juice was good and sweet.
When we finally pulled away, I went to relieve myself in the bathroom and headed out to the kitchen. I found them seated in the dining room with dad and my brother Jamal making quick work of the two giant stacks of pancakes, bacon, and a heap of eggs James had prepared for breakfast and placed on platters in the center of the giant dining room tabled. I walked over to James to kiss him openly on the lips as he continued to fry the last two strips of bacon. “Well good morning to you too, Jazz” he said sexily as I pulled away. “Good morning,” I chirped and playfully slapped his bare ass. He was naked like the rest of us, except for the apron he donned to cook us a feast. I fixed my plate and grabbed a cup out of the cabinet then went over to take a seat by Jamal as he devoured his food. Our table was large enough to seat 20 people, so there were plenty of chairs for me to choose from, but I wanted to be close to my brother. I reached out to pour myself some orange juice from the carton in the middle of the table. James finished his bacon and sat across from me, next to our dad and began to dig in as well. I guessed everyone had worked up an appetite after last night.
“So, how long have you guys been eyeing me?” I asked seductively.
The guys grinned slyly as my dad said, “Well I have never really looked at you like that until you sashayed out the house last night in that tight ass dress and high heels. You came and bent over me to kiss me good-bye and I got a peek at that sexy bra you had on. Then you turned around to walk off and I saw that ass jiggle as you headed to the garage. I couldn’t help thinking how lucky that lil punk of a man, Brandon was.”
His reference to my now ex-boyfriend almost made me sad until I remembered seeing Tameeka sitting next to him as if she belonged there.
“Well we’ve always thought you were sexy. Ever since your tits came in.” James said.
“Yea,” Jamal agreed, “and I also loved to watch your ass in those little shorts you used to wear.”
All of a sudden three hungry gazes bored into me as I continued to eat my food. I glanced around the table to notice that they were all done eating and were now obviously thinking of something else. As I finished off my eggs, Jamal reached over to grab a tit in his hand. My fork fell out of my hand as he sucked on the tit closer to him into his hot mouth. As my dad and James rose to clear the table, Jamal’s hand reached down to stroke my pussy. As I started to get turned on, I moaned and my head fell back on my chair. James came up behind me and tongue kissed me, taking advantage of my parted lips. “Put her on the table,” my dad said. The boys stopped and Jamal lifted me easily unto the table. As I got situated on the table, I looked around at the three hard dicks I was about to enjoy and my pussy started to cream at the anticipation. Jamal got down beside me on the table and put me on top of him on my hands and knees above him in a 69. I took his dick into my mouth as I felt his tongue on my pussy. I looked up to see James licking Jamal’s asshole. His tongue would even snake around to the base of Jamal’s dick as I sucked on the head. James licked at Jamal’s tight rosebud and entered a finger. Jamal moaned against my pussy, “Yea lick my ass bro. Get it ready for that big dick of yours.” James entered another finger into Jamal’s ass, opening him up further. I felt my dad’s tongue in my pussy as Jamal sucked on my clit. I humped both of their faces as one of them entered a finger into me. I moaned as I took Jamal’s entire length into my throat just as James hopped up to put his dick head at Jamal’s ass. I felt my brother and my dad lick and suck on my pussy. They were starting to slob, lick and suck all over my lips and clit, around the two fingers working in and out of my pussy. I was about to come when the fingers were removed from me. I watched as James worked his dick into Jamal’s ass as my dad jumped up to slam his dick into my pussy. I pulled my head off of Jamal’s dick to moan. “Ahhhh,” I screamed as my dad worked his dick I threw my ass back to meet him, forcing his dick in deeper into my pussy. Jamal groaned beneath me and I looked down to see James buried to the hilt in Jamal’s ass. He slowly began to work his dick in and out of his tight ass. “Ohh FUCK bro this ass is tight……Mmmmmmm yea. It feels so good,” James said as he started to pick up speed. I ducked my head down to suck on his balls as I stroked his dick. My dad continued to pound into me. “Lick my fucking balls boy!” my dad grunted. “Ahh yea. That’s it,” he moaned when my brother latched on. I could feel my dad about to cum. James was now pounding into Jamal grunting and moaning with his head thrown back. “Fuck my ass good bro,” Jamal said. James gripped Jamal’s hips to get in deeper. He continued to slam into Jamal as my dad started to cum. “FUCK yesss,” he moaned as his seed shot into me. His release triggered mine. After I came, I put Jamal’s dick back into my mouth. I sucked hard on the head and pumped his shaft while James continued to fuck his ass. Dad had walked around to stand behind James. Jamal came hard into my mouth while he sucked our dad’s cum out of my pussy. Dad reached around to stroke James’s chest with one hand and the inside of his thigh with the other. “Tear that ass up boy,” he said into James’s ear. James tightened his grip on Jamal’s hips, and continued to fuck him hard. Just as James was about to cum, dad pulled James’s dick out of Jamal and started to pump it. I opened my mouth wide and my dad aimed James’s dick towards me. “Ahhhhhhhh!!” James sreamed as our dad pumped the cum out of his dick and squeezed his balls. A few cum shots landed in my mouth while others hit my tits and my face. There was so much, James’s cum dripped off of me and unto Jamal’s dick as he lay below on the table. “Ohh yeaa son. That was nice huh?” our dad said as he slowly stroked James’s dick and balls. James turned his head to kiss our dad on the lips as I bent to lick James’s cum off of Jamal’s soft dick. I looked up to see my dad and James tongue kissing, pink tongues swirling, as they groaned in pleasure. My dad pulled away first, breathing hard. “Well kids I think we all need to clean up before your mom and little brother make it home,” my dad caught his breath. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was 2 in the afternoon. “Your mom won’t be home for another 2 or 3 hours. How about we take a swim?” he suggested with a sly grin. I was all for it. My dad walked out of the room and down the hall to the back door. After climbing off the table, we turned to follow. I heard a loud splash and knew that my dad had jumped into our pool. I walked outside my brothers and they took off running towards the pool; pushing and shoving each other like little boys. They also jumped into the deep end with my dad. I walked over to the shallow end and walked gracefully down the steps into the 3 feet. Just as I was sure I was clean of all the cum on my body, I saw all three men swimming towards me. I grinned with anticipation. I had never fucked in a pool before, but there’s always a first time for everything.

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A Horny Girls “Little Red Book”

A Horny Girls ‘Little Red Book’
* A Girl named ‘Lilly’, or ‘Lil’ was a conniving, horny spoiled young rich girl. She wanted something real bad. Did she get it? She stood behind the curtains in her front window and watched the neighbor guy she was so very horny for. She rubbed her pussy with excitement as she watched….
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___I went out to take out the trash and the container was knocked over, probably by a dog. I spotted a red book in the trash. I checked around to see if any of my neighbors were looking, and grabbed the book. I took it in the house and opened it. It had nothing written on the outside. On the inside all the pages had been blank. Now it was filled with thoughts and reminder notes from someone. I skimmed it and could tell it was written by a girl. She only referred to herself as: ‘L’.
In the beginning notes I could tell she was very young and was writing things down because of some prescription drugs she had to take. The pills make her forget things, so she wrote things down, she stated this.
It sounded like a dull note book thing, but as I read a little further….hmmmmm.
She noted she had just had her first sex with a ‘Mr. C.’ she called him. She thought he was so handsome and had waited so long to get with him. She never said how old she was, but I could tell she was very young to be having sex with someone she called ‘Mr.’ He sounded like maybe a school teacher or something. She told how she would look at him and her heart would speed up and she would get warm feelings all over. Maybe a school girls ‘crush’, but things progressed into the hot sex she wanted so bad.
As I read, she talked about daddy’s money and how he would let her do anything she wanted. She sounded like a spoiled rich girl. She referred to herself as looking older than she was and how her hot body got her what she wanted. She liked the fact that boys eyeballed her and were always trying to cop a feel of her nice tits. She had set her sights on this Mr. C, and she eventually got to have sex with him.
She figured out that the pills she had to take made her horny, she liked the feeling and fingering herself was great, but….not enough to satisfy her. I wondered if she lived in this neighborhood….I soon found out.
Later I saw a girl going thru the trash container. I wondered if she was the girl in the red book.
I went outside and walked up to her. She smiled and turned on her sexy charm. “I had a ’red book’ that got accidentally thrown away.” she said. I smiled and said: “You must be ‘L‘?”
A look of horror came over her face….then slowly she smiled and knew I must have the book. She whispered: (“I must have that book back, you should not have read it…but it was thrown away so….could you give it back to me?”)
“Well, ‘L‘, my first reaction is to ask: How bad do you want it back?…but that would be…a…kind of ’blackmail’….so…can we go sit on my patio and talk? Ok?” She smiled and I knew she was thinking ’this guy probably wants to get in my panties.’….(and I was). She immediately hooked her arm in mine and drug me up to my house, with a very sexy look on her face.
She was a very sexy pretty girl. Late teens I guessed, I remembered her saying in the book she looked older that she really was. She looked all around as we went in my side gate to my secluded patio.
The first thing she wanted to know was how much of the book I had read. I just smiled…no answer….then I said: “We need to make a deal. The book is a very hot read from what I’ve read …so far.
She scooted her chair real close to me and said: “Don’t read any more!”….she then put her hand on my arm as said in her very sexy voice: “I’m sure we can work something out so I can get the book back, right?”
I watched her nervously squirm as she smiled at me. “Well…I’m in the middle of a very hot part and I would hate to leave myself hanging, wondering what is going to happen….of course ’if’ you were to tell me, ’in person’ what happen between you and….I wouldn’t need to read it, now would I? ”
We worked out the terms for her to tell me her story that night. We both lived alone and all was clear for 9pm that evening. I went in and read the book as fast as I could, just to make sure she would be telling the truth.
The book got ’red’ hot as far as I had read. This girl had money, very horny and I had her ‘little red book’ that she wanted back real bad. I wondered what she was willing to do to get it back. I didn’t need money, but I sure would like to fuck a girl with her experience and hot looks.
As I read further in the book, she had picked the quickest and easiest way to get sex from a guy.
They had a butler, cook and all around ’house assistant’. I wondered if this was the ’Mr. C’ she talked about. Her daddy was never home much and apparently one night she got real horny and had ’him’ come to her bedroom. He sat on her bed as she gave him a sob story about not having any boyfriends to play with. She said he was a handsome young man who had been told to keep her happy, by her daddy.
She had him turn out the lights and lay down with her. She ask him to be her ’pretend boyfriend’. He must have agreed and she wasted no time in kissing him and rubbing her pussy on his leg. She said: “I was so happy to have a guy to feel up. I got him to feel me too.
He whispered how we must keep this all secret or he could go to jail. I told him I would never tell what we do, cross my heart. I got so horny with him I started feeling his big dick in his pants. He was getting as horny as I was. Just what I wanted.
I ask him to finger my pussy and make it feel good. He had great fingers and I showed him where to rub it best. I had him put his finger inside my pussy and go in and out with it. I laid back and let him finger fuck me until I got this great feeling, only way stronger. I bucked as something wonderful came over me and my pussy squeezed his finger. I lost my breath as I tongue kissed him for the first time.
He said he had to go do some things and left me in a new world of sexual pleasure.
We did this every time my daddy was away, only it got better. He lived with us in a house out back. The first time I came there, we kissed and he laid me down on his bed and fingered me. I was really horny and felt his stiff dick a lot. He then raised my dress up and started kissing by my pussy. I was loving this and took off my panties. Now he started kissing my pussy real heavenly like.
This was even better than his finger. We did this a few times and then one night he turned and now I could feel his dick while he licked my pussy. I unzipped his zipper and put my hand in to feel his dick bare. He helped me get it out all the way. It was so warm and exciting as I felt it. He showed me how to rub it up and down. I got brave and gave it a kiss. He jumped as I giggled. I kept it up, rubbing it and kissing it. He started rubbing the top of my pussy while he had his finger inside. Now I jumped with pleasure as he rubbed my sensitive little bump.
He sent me back to the main house…. after I made him finger me until I got that super feeling in my pussy again. He knew just how to do it better than I ever could.
A week later we did that again only he said ’a man gets a ’good’ feeling like a girl‘, and showed me how to do it to him. He turned out the lights as usual and took my panties off. He laid me on the bed on my side. He only had on his pajama bottoms on. He put his face to my pussy. Oh goodie, he’s going to lick my pussy and finger me. He put his dick to my face and pulled his bottoms down some. I liked doing this rubbing and kissing his big dick. He moved his dick to my lips and whispered to suck on the end and use both hands to rub it up and down.
He didn’t realize I already knew what a ’blow job’ was from the internet porn sites. This was just what I had been waiting for. I acted like I didn’t know and let him teach me his way. He gently held my head and fucked my mouth. I knew what was next. I felt his balls and put his dick in my mouth as far at it would go, like in the porn videos. I felt him put two fingers in my pussy and lick my wet bump, I guess they call it a ’clit’ on a girl. He felt around in my pussy and I gasp as he found a spot that made me twitch with a real good feeling. He gently rubbed it and I felt a new feeling I really liked. I jacked him faster as he and both moaned quietly. The end of his dick got bigger and he held my head.
Hot cum came shooting out the end of his dick and filled my mouth. I had to breathe thru my nose as I had to swallow some of the warm cum. My body jerked as he rubbed everything to a new great feeling.
I loved my new pretend boyfriend.
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I had to stop reading and take a smoke break….wow …that was hot! No wonder she didn’t want me reading it….
I was only 1/2 way thru the book. I soon went back to reading it.
Lil…….
He took the bait perfect. Now to go have a long talk with him. I know his name is Brad, from going thru his trash. He’s so hot looking. I bet I can get him to fuck me tonight. I’ve used my red book before to get guys all hot for me. I ’accidentally’ let them read it and they want to fuck me bad. So far he has ignored me. I can’t stand that!
Once he knows how sweet my pussy is and hot my tits feel, he’ll do what I want. I’ll teach him ‘not’ to ignore me, ever.
I’ll take a pill just before I go see him tonight. We’ll see just how he handles a horny girl. He’s got all the hot looks, now let’s see how he is as my ’personal fucking machine’. I want him to tell me how much he wants me, over and over….I love to hear and feel that..(sigh)
Brad……
I continued reading. I began to notice a pattern. I had read diary’s before, and this book was designed to get a man hot for L. The stories were full of how each guy was so turned on by her. How they told her how super sexy she was, and a ’goddess’ in bed.
Did she have a pumped ego, or was she a nympho. Something didn’t sound right,….. but I just wanted to fuck her anyway.
I had a plan that was sure to please her, her ego and her hornyness all at the same time…..
I heard my front door slowly open. In walked Lil. She had her hair all piled up on her head and looked hot. She was wearing a long black coat. I was in my long black robe. I sat on the couch and had her sit by me. She smelled heavenly. She blurted out: “You read the whole book, didn’t you.” I just smiled. She gave me a very sexy smile. I said: “Lil, that was the hottest book, I’ve ever read. You have to be the sexist girl I’ve ever met. How about I keep the book for a week to re-read it at night in bed.
She was ecstatic and squirmed as she smiled big. “Turn out that light Brad and tell me about reading it.” she said. I turned out the light and put my arm around her. She scooted close and put her face close to mine. “Which part made you the hottest.” she whispered.
“You and all the guys at the back house, with out a doubt.” I said. (It was the last entry in the book.) “ Those guys went crazy over you and you made them so …a….satisfied?…shall we say?,…. god I wish I could have been one of them.”
“Well…you can be Brad, do you like this?” She opened her coat….she was naked. Of course I smiled big as she began to crawl on top of me. She opened my robe to find me …naked.
She was breathing like a race horse. Here came the hot kisses as her lips were all over my face. She said breathlessly: “How many times did you jerk off reading my book about me?” I didn’t answer but just felt her ass as she rubbed her pussy on my hard cock.
I grabbed her head tight. I whispered in her ear aggressively as I squeezed her ass cheeks:
“I couldn’t sleep, I tossed and turned thinking about you. My cock was rock hard and wouldn’t go down. I fantasized that someday, you and I would have the hottest sex ever. I would lick your pussy until you screamed with euphoric pleasure. I’d then suck your tits until you couldn’t stand it and then……slip my cock in you and let the fireworks in our heads go crazy. We would fuck hard and wild. We would yell out as we came together, thrusting and squirming as I shot massive loads of my hot cum in you!”…….
__Her ego-nympho went into shock. She started to hyper ventilate and tremble. She reached down and held my cock. She started to shake and twist her body. She began to moan and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. She moaned real loud in my mouth and trembled real hard. She must have had a climax right then. I didn’t even have my cock in her wet jerking pussy.
“Ohooooooo, Ohooooo Yesssss!! as she yelled, squirmed and shook hard. She kept twisting on top of me and moaning. I felt her smooth naked body and let her enjoy herself…
Now the tables were turned. I don’t think she knew what to do. I found out later she had never had a super climax, and without a cock even being in her. I got up and carried her beautiful twitching body to my bed.
Lil……
What happened! He got me so hot I climaxed higher than I ever have before, and he didn’t even have his cock in me. He’s the guy for me, I have to have him. I can’t think. He’s taking me in his bedroom….I think I may just pass out.
Brad….
I laid her down and went for her wet twisting pussy. I grabbed her legs and licked my way to her pussy. Her clit was big and red. I sucked hard on it. She jumped and moaned loud. I licked and stuck my fingers in her pussy. She moaned and jumped and then….. she squirted. Loud moans came out of her. Each time I felt her G spot she would squirt, twitch and moan loud. I kissed my way up her hot body. Her fingernails pulled on me. She want my cock in her bad. She fumbled trying to reach it and put it in her pussy. I first had to suck her rock hard nipples as she got aggressive and groaned to reach my cock.
I finally let her get it and stuff it in her. She had me excited too as she locked herself on me as fucked hard and deep. Now I was getting what ‘I’ wanted. A thrusting, fucking wild hot girl. Her shaky voice whispered: (“…fuck me damn you….oh dam you Brad….fuck me!”)
I held on as she was in a frenzy fucking me. Soon my balls pulled up real tight as I jolted and unloaded mega shots of cum in her. We both squirmed and moaned. This girl could really get into fucking good. Her moaning was non stop. “Ohhhhh baby yes”, she said over and over. I was very dizzy and collapsed on top of her. I felt the wetness of her squirting as she moved her pussy slowly back and forth until….we both slowly drifted away…. into sleep……
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I still have the ’little red book‘. She reads it to me in bed….…..
….late at night……

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