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The Secret Agent vol. I

This is the story of a fledgling secret agent named Jeanette on her first mission. It is also my first attempt at erotic fiction. Only the beginning of Jeanette’s transformative journey is chronicled here. If the response is positive, and there is enough demand, I would like to continue her story eventually. But if that never happens, consider this just a dirty little experiment for me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing.

Fiction

The Secret Agent vol. I

This is the story of a fledgling secret agent named Jeanette on her first mission. It is also my first attempt at erotic fiction. Only the beginning of Jeanette’s transformative journey is chronicled here. If the response is positive, and there is enough demand, I would like to continue her story eventually. But if that never happens, consider this just a dirty little experiment for me. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing.

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An Edited Life, Part 4

My mind’s fog was shattered by the pain from throughout my body. It seemed as if every muscle was sore.
My arms, legs and neck ached from the position I’d been forced to remain in for hours the night before. My ass and pussy were raw and caked in cum from the dozen cocks that had repeatedly found pleasure in them Saturday night. My jaws even hurt when I groaned as I tried to move.
I lay still for several moments, afraid to encourage my body to torture me, and it was during this time that I realized that the only element of my life that was wrecked more badly than my physical self was my career.
After I’d fallen asleep in his bed, Andre Gregory – my boss and now, it seemed, my Master – had removed the posture collar and matching wrist and ankle cuffs from me, leaving me completely naked. When I finally tried to move off the bed, my legs gave and I whimpered as I crashed to the floor on my hands and knees.
“What the fuck have I done?” was my only thought as I remained on all fours, silently debating with myself over the merits of trying to stand.
I turned back toward Andre’s bed and climbed up its side till I was on my knees, leaning against it.
Andre startled me when his hands cupped my armpits and lifted me to my feet. He turned me slowly, as if he understood the agony I was in, and held me close to him as he kissed me good morning.
After ending the kiss, Andre lifted me from the floor and carried me to the living room, sitting in the recliner that matched his sofa, holding me.
My feelings toward Andre were growing increasingly complicated. As he held me, I felt protected, perhaps even loved. Having him inside me, though challenging, felt natural, as if he belonged there. But the collar, the cuffs, and the gangbang – and with those participants, in particular – left me feeling degraded, humiliated.
“Why have you done this to me?” I asked, in little more than a whisper.
Andre didn’t respond immediately, as if choosing his words carefully.
“Gabi, each day for the past six months we’ve worked side by side,” he began. “I’ve been overwhelmed by everything about you; your intelligence, your strength, your beauty. At some point – and I can’t tell you exactly when it happened – I decided I had to have you in a way and with an intensity that I’ve never experienced with another woman.”
Andre’s words nearly caused me to melt into him.
“And enslaving me is the way to do that?” I replied.
“The only way, I think,” said Andre.
Dominance and submission have never been part of my life. Yes, I’ve read some things that had left me curious, but I’ve always been independent and somewhat untrusting. I’ve never met a man who had the strength to dominate me, nor who could earn a deep enough trust for me to allow it.
Until Andre, that is.
“Yes, Master,” I said.
Andre hugged me tight, causing me to whimper from my body’s underlying pain.
“You were a big hit last night,” Andre said.
“And I’ve the excruciating pain this morning to prove it,” I sighed. “Not to mention that I’m not sure how I’ll ever face any of those men again.”
“I don’t recall it being your face that commanded their attention,” he said with a smirk.
Andre then stood from the recliner, lifting me with him. He walked through the kitchen and onto the deck, and I noticed that beneath the pergola, he’d set up what appeared to be a massage table and that on the dining table was a tray with sliced fruit, pitchers of orange juice and water, and a couple of glasses.
He carried me to the massage table, placed me face down and began to rub me.
“Relax, pet,” he said. “Master will make it better.”
My eyes shut as Andre worked the soreness from my body, again reminding me of the genuine care he had for me. I remained still, savoring the way his hands felt against me as he slowly, meticulously unknotted my muscles.
Andre spent perhaps half an hour caring for me as I lay on my tummy, then rolled me over and began working on my front.
“Your labia’s swollen,” he said as he massaged my right thigh
.
“A dozen dicks will do that,” I said, trying not to smile at his attempt at humor.
“Then I’ll be gentle when I fuck you later,” he said, and then he laughed when I noticeably cringed.
The realization hit me that I hadn’t taken a birth control pill since Friday. Though I was in the latter stage of my cycle, it was still a concern.
“Did you grab my pills from my apartment? They were on the list,” I said.
“I did not, pet,” Andre replied. “We’re going to let nature take its course, from this weekend and beyond.”
A chill cascaded through me as I imagined what my parents would think of their thirty-year-old daughter, accepting enslavement to a black man and perhaps mass-producing bi-racial children. It’s less that mom and dad are racist than conservative, old-fashioned. This is not something they would easily understand.
I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
“Yes, Master,” was all that passed through my lips, and it evoked a broad smile from Andre.
The massage lasted an hour, and it crossed my mind that it might actually be worth letting a group of men dick me till they broke me to have Andre’s hands lovingly repair me the next day.
Andre lifted me from the table and carried me to the pool, lowering me till my feet touched the deck.
“Enjoy the water,” he said. “Then we’ll eat some breakfast.”
I crouched to the deck and put my feet in the pool. Everything being relative, the water was damned cold.
As I slipped into the water, my flesh filled with goosebumps and my nips immediately hardened. I couldn’t help but shiver.
Andre laughed as he watched.
It seemed like an eternity before my body and the cold water reached equilibrium, but once they did I was able to relax and float, closing my eyes and enjoying the coolness. I didn’t even notice Andre’s retreat into the house.
As I floated, I reached to my crotch to examine my pussy with my finger. It was definitely swollen, as Andre had so astutely pointed out earlier.
And it was still sore.
I pulled myself from the pool after about thirty minutes, only to find an even deeper chill as the light breeze flowed over my naked body.
Andre emerged from the house, wrapped me in a beach towel and began to dry me as he led me to the deck’s dining table where he replaced the wet towel with a dry one, and we ate the sliced fruit he’d prepared while I was still asleep.
“So what’s in store for me today?” I asked, as we nibbled on the fruit.
“I thought we’d go to your apartment and get some more of your things, have lunch at the winery and then resume our depravity,” Andre responded.
I couldn’t imagine taking Andre’s massive cock in the condition I was in, and wasn’t certain I’d be able to do so in several hours.
“I don’t see any way I can return to work,” I said with decided reservation.
“You’re likely right,” Andre said. “But your place is here.”
We finished eating, and Andre suggested I bathe and get dressed. I helped him clear the table, and then went for a long, hot bath in his garden tub.
The weekend had been provocative, to say the least. With each moment, my craving for Andre’s attention and adoration grew. I even found myself strangely touched by the desires of the other eleven men who’d fucked me till they’d hurt me the night before.
As I washed myself, I began to wonder what it would be like not to work. How would I avoid boredom while Andre was at the office? What sort of rules would he have for me? When would be the right time to discuss these things?
Andre’s comment about letting nature take its course was also on my mind, and I remained somewhat surprised that I didn’t immediately object to the idea given its life-long implications. My hand caressed my tummy as I tried to imagine myself fat with Andre’s child, before it hit me that if events such as last night’s were repeated with any regularity, it might not be Andre’s baby that I carried.
I remained in the tub after opening its drain, letting much of the water flow out of the vessel before forcing myself to climb from its embrace and dry my body.
Andre had laid on the bed a simple selection of clothes for me that included a lacy pink camisole and thong, and khaki shorts. On the floor at the foot of the bed was a pair of pink flat sandals.
I dressed, pulled up my hair, and then found Andre in the living room, watching television. We then left for my apartment to get some more of my things.
It was nearly noon when we arrived at my place. When we entered the apartment it seemed foreign, like it was no longer mine. The things it contained where most definitely mine, but it felt as if I no longer belonged in the space.
Had the last day and a half really been that much an epiphany that I was now an uneasy visitor in my own home?
Andre helped me collect clothes, shoes, personal items. We were there for about an hour, and had his Wrangler nearly overflowing with my things before we drove back to his place and unloaded them to what had previously been an empty walk-in closet that adjoined his bedroom.
It was after 1:30 when we left his house for lunch at the winery.
The winery’s crowd was surprisingly small for such a sunny and unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in late March. It was sort of comforting, really, given that more people might not have afforded Andre and me the privacy I’d hoped we’d have while enjoying lunch together.
We sat at a wrought iron table with a large umbrella on the brick patio outside the winery’s restaurant. Andre ordered a simple lunch consisting of a meat, cheese and bread tray, with a glass of burgundy for me and water with lemon for him.
There was a comfort in the silence that ensued, because it afforded me the opportunity to take in my surroundings, which included several hundred acres of vineyard, and a koi-filled pond.
And then, my phone alerted me to a text I’d received.
“I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend, honey. Love, Mom.”
“And don’t let no black man fuck you stupid, slap a collar around your neck and have you gangbanged, baby girl,” Andre smirked when I showed him my mother’s message.
Though I couldn’t help but giggle at Andre’s remark, it did seem to open the door to a more serious discussion.
“What will my life be like?” I asked
.
“I’ve been giving that some thought, pet,” Andre said. “In fairness to both of us, I’ve been sketching out an agreement. I should have it ready for you to review tomorrow.”
“And?” I replied.
“It’s going to have some depth to it,” he said. “I think we’re in agreement that your returning to work really isn’t an option. It would be wise to lay out a structure that both of us can thrive in, long-term.”
I nodded. By giving up my independence and my career to succumb to Andre’s dominance, I was taking the boldest step of my life. It couldn’t be for a short-term fling, a whim.
“To some degree, you will be like a stay-at-home wife,” Andre continued. “You will be responsible for our home, for taking care of yourself and for other things, relating to the nature of our relationship.”
“It’s the latter that I find myself wildly curious about,” I said with a smile.
“And don’t anticipate spending much time in those clothes you just brought over,” he said dryly.
Andre and I finished lunch then took a leisurely hand-in-hand walk through the vineyard, speaking little but nuzzling one another for the entire stroll. It made me feel cared for, protected, and even though we spent more than an hour among the grapevines, it ended all too soon.
We returned to Andre’s home and as soon as we entered, I slithered out of my clothes and my Master retrieved my collar and cuffs, putting them in their proper places once I was nude. He leashed me, and then led me to a door I’d never been through, one that led to the home’s basement.
As we walked through the door, Andre flipped on the lights downstairs, and together we moved downward.
Once we were downstairs, the first thing I noticed was a stainless steel frame with a canvas harness hanging from it. Its purpose was obvious.
We walked toward the swing and Andre helped me into the harness, and there I was, hanging with my legs spread for my Master, still not fully recovered from the prior night’s hours-long gangbang.
Andre dropped by leash and undressed slowly, as if taunting me. His cock was already erect by the time it was unveiled.
He grabbed the leash’s leather handle from the floor and walked between my legs, and braced myself for more pain.
Andre’s wrapped his left hand around his cock’s base and stepped toward me, rubbing his crown against my aching slit. Despite my pussy’s discomfort, I was aroused by the thought of having my Master inside me again, of being stretched and strained by his massive black shaft, and of letting nature take its course.
Nectar began to flow through my folds as the prick’s head teased me, and soon enough Andre was sliding inside me. The whimper that passed through my lips bordered on a shriek, and my feet flailed wildly in the harness as Master sank deeper and deeper into me.
Andre had me swinging lightly over his dick. Though more gentle than our previous fucks – as he’d promised it would be – it hurt badly, but it was a pain I found myself grateful to feel.
Master played with my feet as he effortlessly flowed in and out of me. He sucked and nibbled my toes, his teeth grazed and he licked the soles of my feet, the tickling causing me to forget the pain in my crotch.
My orgasm was the most intense I’ve ever had. I tensed and shuddered head to toe, my pussy’s juices exploding over Andre’s pelvis and thighs and dripping onto the floor. It was as if my mind was detached from the rest of me, akin to an out-of-body experience.
“Good girl,” Andre said in little more than a whisper, as he continued to fuck me, the swing rocking slow and steady despite my convulsions.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” I said, my voice strained and cracking.
“We’re going to find out,” Andre replied, his pace increasing from slow to moderate, then leveling off.
A throaty growl swelled from within me and I writhed as my Master’s thrusts racked my slit with pain.
“Am I hurting my slut’s pussy?” Andre asked.
I nodded frantically, unable to catch enough breath to verbalize a response.
“You want this big black dick in your ass, then?” he said.
“God no!” I shrieked, imagining just how much worse my agony would be.
“I thought not,” Andre said. “And seeding that ass won’t do a thing to help me breed you.”
The words rocked me to my core, and a wave of warmth crashed through me. I began to sob with joy that this man I’d so admired as a co-worker and boss wanted to possess me, to dominate me, to push my mind and body to their limits, and that he seemed to crave seeing me with his children in my womb.
I’d never given much thought to maternity, but as Andre stabbed my aching crotch time and time again, and the happy tears freely flowed down my cheeks, I couldn’t imagine anything more natural, more right, than giving my master a gaggle of children.
When I came again, it was more like a seizure than an orgasm. It felt as if every muscle in my body had gone into spasm, as if I’d been struck by lightning. Andre groaned as my womb quaked with his prick inside it, and more of my warm fluids squirted onto him and the floor.
With his right hand holding the leash’s handle, Andre grabbed the harness strap that crossed my body a few inches above my mound and began rocking the swing hard and fast, sending his cock in and out of me violently.
A series of desperate, frantic squeals passed through my lips and my legs flailed in the straps that held them high in the air.
The look on Master’s face was prideful. He seemed to delight in having taken a woman who’d been untouched for more than six months and in less than a weekend turned her into an owned, black cock slut who was more and more savoring the idea of letting nature take its course. I began to wonder if at least part of the point behind last night’s gangbang was to show me that no one else would ever fill my body and soul the way Andre did.
“Beg for it,” Master growled, his dick twitching inside me.
“Please seed me,” I gasped. “Give me the first of our children, Master.”
My womb swelled with Andre’s warm goo, and I began to giggle, giddy with his ownership, his use.
“Who owns the pussy?” Andre said as the contents of his balls continued to spill into me.
“You do, Master,” I muttered breathlessly. “You own the pussy, and every bit of me.”
“Forever,” Andre replied.
“Forever,” I echoed.
He slipped from my sloppy cunt and released me from the harness. Immediately, I sank to my knees and glanced up at him.
“May your slave clean you, Master?” I asked.
“Please do,” he responded.
My fingers wrapped around his still turgid prick, guiding it to my mouth, and I began to suck him feverishly. I wanted Andre to understand how eager I was to accept his dominance, and how desperately I wanted to please him.
“Damn, woman, you are hungry for some nigga dick, aren’t you?” he said, prompting me to nod as I worshipped him.
I loved the taste of Andre’s cock after he fucked me. The combination of my sweet nectar and his salty jizz on his flesh reinforced the idea that we are now one, a Master and slave; a bold black man and his eager white whore.
After several minutes, Andre slipped his hands between my armpits and guided me upward till I was standing before embracing me and kissing me deeply, possessively, and we stood there, our bodies pressed together and our mouths intertwined, and I knew I belonged to him completely.

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My 2 week long vacation. Chapter 1

This is my first story btw and all this is made up from a boys perspective
I’m 16years old and a horny little bastard.
Today I started my vacation for 2 weeks on an island.. I went with my brother Chris who is 12 years old. And my father Robert . Me and Chris shared a 2 bed room and my dad stayed in another room. After the excitement of the first day of being there, my dad an brother went on a walk, and me being a Horny teenager decided to use this alone time to my advantage . I got out my phone and started looking at pictures of a girl I liked back home, I found a few of her in a bikini and a bulge grew in my pants. I decided I needed to masturbate. I pulled my pants down and began to stroke my dick slowly, I like my hand dry because the friction feels good to me. I have an average length dick, but I think it’s a little thick. After a while I began to imagine what it would be like to have her go down on my cock, what her mouth would feel like,, then I imagined her bouncing up and down on my dick, she was a small girl for our age and I thought about how tight that would make her pussy, an what it would taste like. Before I knew it I had cum a ton onto my chest, almost to my face . I quickly cleaned up and went to find the family.
The next day when I awoke my brother was still asleep, and I had morning wood.. I began to rub the head of my un-cut dick under the blanket. I found it hot to think that if my brother were to open his eyes he would see me playing with myself. Before I knew it I had a firm grip on my cock and was stroking furiously, after about 10 minutes of this I felt myself tense up so I grabbed the nearest thing to me, my brothers sock, and jammed my dick into it. Rope after rope of creamy cum erupted into the sock, and afterwards I just put it back in his shoe. I had never done anything gay, but I had wondered what it would be like to stick my cock into an asshole and fuck it. And I’d always had a craving to taste a dick and suck it. I had tried my own cum before, and though it was kind of salty I enjoyed it. I decided I was bi – curious and went back to sleep.
That night my brother was siting on his bed writing, and I was on mine reading.. He was in his boxers and I could see a little bulge, this made my dick get hard… Earlier that day I had given him a piggy back ride down to road, and I thought that I felt his dick touching my ass cheeks. It was hard but it was through pants so I wasn’t sure.. This made me desperate to jerk it, so I grabbed my dick and jerked it slowly behind my book. I began to moan a little because I was so turned on from Chris being there. He noticed that I moaned and asked me what was wrong .. I hoarsely said nothing and tried to seem calm.. He walked towards the bed and I tried to stop myself from masturbating, but I couldn’t stop.. He came over and pulled down the book and saw me jerking it. He said ” wtf dude that’s nasty” but I saw him reach into his pants as he turned away, as he did that I pantsed him and reached around and felt his cock through his underwear. It was like 2 inches shorter than mine but just as thick about. He moaned as I rubbed it a little an he didn’t pull away even though he said “wtf”, I grabbed his cock with my hand and stroked it softly as he turned his head and kissed me, I worked my young into his mouth and soon we were frenching .. I stood up and felt my hard cock rubbing against his nice soft ass cheeks.. This went on for around 5 minutes and I felt his pre cum around his slit. At this I bent down and spun him around. I licked the pre cum off of his beautiful cock and licked the side of it. I took one of his boy sized balls into my mouth and sucked it. I loved the taste. After that I pulled his cock into my mouth and suckled the head. Soon I began to push y mouth down his cock farther, and I eventually took his whole dick down my throat.. He reached around my head with one hand and pulled my head all the way down his cock every time. With his other hand he reached down and stroked my cock.. I felt him getting close and heard him breathing heavily .. He pulled my face into him and shot a few ropes of delicious cum into my mouth, just enough to where it was full. I swallowed close to half of it and than stood up and shared it with my brother. I rammed my tongue into his mouth and let him taste him self.. I reached down and stroked my self furiously. I felt myself getting close so I stopped the kissing and pushed him down on the bed , I began to cum and I shot it all over his chest and face, it was more than usual and he began to clean it off of his face and eat it while i licked it off of his boyish chest. After that we slept and I wondered if this would happen again…..
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Pete

Pete never thought about his dad would cheat on his mother but it turns out he did and that’s not even the biggest surprise. Find out what happens when Pete’s father shows him why he cheated.

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Let me lay down the law Ch 11 + 12

Chapter 11
After we had showered we lay down and spend the rest of the day dozing. Every time one of us woke up we would start fondling and kissing each other. It would be the first anal sex for both of us and we did not really know what to expect so we were both very aroused and curious but on the other hand we were also a little scared. She was scared how it would feel and if it would hurt and I was scared to hurt her.
When it got dark we went for dinner. This time it was uneventful. We did not do anything special, no showing off, no teasing. We spend the time looking at each other, drinking a little bit of whine and just enjoying the food and the background music. We did not speak much but it was not the uncomfortable silence you get when two people do not want to talk to each other. It was nice and a byproduct of the new peace we had found in the relationship through the last days. After a light dinner we went back to our hotel room.
I was the first to enter the room. After walking a couple of steps in I turned around and started kissing Tina. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. I felt her body against mine and together, not breaking the kiss we went into the direction of the bed. I went backwards until I felt the edge of the mattress against to back of my legs, while she unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down from my shoulders, and then I sat down on the bed.
Tina put her legs on either side of me, straddling my lap. I put my hands on her knees and then started to move my hands up under her skirt until they were resting on her buttocks. With my hands on her ass I pulled her to me and she turned her hip upward, pushing her crotch against my lower stomach. Still kissing her I took my hands from under her skirt and on her shoulders, then, letting my hands glide along her shoulders, I hooked my thumbs into the straps of her dress and pulled the top of it down to her waist.
We were kissing with her rubbing her crotch on my stomach, letting me feel how wet she was. The top of her dress was down and I started fondling her soft breasts, feeling her hard nipples. After we had been like that for a while I lay all the way down and slid out of my pants and she slid her dress down and tossed it aside. My hard cock sprang out and up as soon as it had cleared the restraining clothes. She took it in her hands and started stroking it, smiling at me. Then she guided it into her pussy as she sat on top of me again. She stayed on top of me and rocked her hips. She let her hands slide up over her body, caressing her breasts along the way, moving further up to the back of her neck. She lifted her hair up, showing off her long smooth neck. With her arms up her breasts got lifted which made them look even more shapely and perfect. Her eyes closed and her hips circling on mine she looked like she was in a kind of trance, lost in the moment and enjoying every bit of the feeling.
Again I let my hands roam around her body; I let my palms glide up her legs, over her flat stomach to her breasts. I stroked the sides of her boobs for a moment before letting my hands slide down the side of her upper body and to her hipbones. Then I let my hands go around her and let them rest on her ass. I buried my hands in the soft flesh, feeling the muscles work as she continued moving on top of me.
Then I moved my hands toward the center of her ass, gently spreading her asscheeks and my middle finger found its way to her butthole. I slowly started to caress it, pushing lightly against it and I looked into her eyes and said:
“We do not have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
She smiled and leaned down to me. She kissed me full on the lips and then moved her mouth to the side, getting so close to my ear that I could feel her breath on the earlobe and said:
“Thank you.”
A little disappointed but not the least bit angry at her I removed my hands from her ass. But then she added:
“But I do want to.”
She straightened back up and I could see the smile on her face which showed me that she had enjoyed fooling me for a second and I saw the fire in her eyes that showed me that she really wanted to.
I turned us around so that I was lying on top of her. I continued to thrust into her tight pussy for a couple more strokes and then pulled out of her. I took a tube of lube from a drawer in the nightstand and slid down to lick her pussy. After she had cotton into the licking I applied some lube to my finger and started caressing her asshole, never stopping the licking. She enjoyed the combination of my tongue and the stimulation of her anus very much, moaning and pressing her cunt up and into my mouth and her ass against my hand. After her ass was lubed up enough on the outside I put a bit more lube on my finger and started gently working it into her ass. I started off with just a bit and then, slowly and carefully while still licking her I worked the whole finger into her tight ass.
At first she was not comfortable with it, moving her hips away from the invading digit but she got used to it and after a while I could feel that her ass reacted to my tongue and my finger. I felt her sphincter contracting around my finger when I sucked on her clit and felt her moving her hips to meet my thrusts.
That was the moment to start working a second finger into her. Again I applied lube before inserting. Even more this time then I had before. And again it took her a while to get used to it but eventually she got used to it and started moaning, grunting and breathing heavily as I fucked her with my fingers.
“Ready for my dick?”
She nodded and I told her to turn onto her stomach and spread her ass with her hands. I straddled her upper thighs so that her ass was in front of me. The perfect appleshape stood up from the bed and I just had to grab it and squeeze the cheeks. Her ass was gaping a bit open from my finger work and her stretching but it was still ust a tight little opening and it would still be a stretch to get my prick in. I saw the muscle ring contracting rhythmically. It looked like her ass was breathing or talking. I took the lube and applied a big glob of it onto the hole and spread it around with the tip of my dick. Then I started to press in. I could feel her asshole spreading around my dick and then, suddenly I slid in with a “plop” sensation. She breathed in hard and I knew it had hurt her. I stayed still for a moment and waited for her to get used to the feeling of my dick in her backdoor. Her sphincter was tight around the thinnest part of my dick, right under the head and I felt her ass stretching more as I started moving.
The feeling was completely different from fucking her cunt. But it was not better and I started wondering what the fuss was about. The muscle ring at the entrance was a lot tighter but the massaging feeling farther in was just not the same as her cunt offered. But I wanted to do it all the way because you have to try everything once so I started working my dick deeper into her. Knowing that her ass had accommodated to the size of my dick I told her to let go of her asscheeks and start working her pussy as I lay down flat on her back and slid my hands under her to grab her tits. Using long and slow strokes I fucked her ass lying flat on her back with my hands on the tits.
I kneaded the big, warm mounds and slowly she started to press her ass up into my strokes as her arousal build faster due to her handiwork. The muscles in her ass contracted every time she pulled away from me as my hips moved up and hers moved down. I felt the muscles pulling on my dick and she got more out of her pussy as she pressed her pelvis down and into the bed and her hand. So the moment of the most intense feeling was the same for both of us and soon we were moaning together.
It started feeling better with every minute. Tina was going wild under me, her orgasm approaching due to the stimulation of her ass and pussy at the same time and then she put her hand on my ass and pressed me into her during my thrusts. I took that as a hint and started to fuck her ass harder and deeper. She was enjoying it, moaning and grunting as I fucked into her ass and then I felt her cumming under me. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and I could feel every muscle in her ass and in her pussy contracting. I grabbed her tits hard and heard her scream. For a moment I thought I had hurt her and released the grip on her tit but then I felt her left hand over my left hand and she pressed it against her flesh. Again I took my hint from her and grabbed hard and then I felt myself erupting into her.
The fucking had not been better then pussy but the orgasm was a whole different world. The tight grip her sphincter had on the base of my cock somehow changed it. It felt like my body did not want to stop the orgasm until a certain amount of sperm had been shot but the tightness of the hole didn’t let much through so the waves of my orgasm were drawn out and there were far more. I have never before orgasmed so long and so hard and I think neither had Tina. We were lost in it, my waves feeding on hers and hers on mine. I can’t say how long it took until I collapsed on top of her completely spend.
I needed a couple of seconds until I recovered enough to realize that I was putting close to 200 pounds of pressure on my girlfriend and I rolled to the side so we were spooning with my dick still in her ass but getting limb slowly.
“That was great. I think I’m going to fuck your tight ass every day from now on.”
“If you must” she answered with an ironic tone and we both laughed.
After I had caught my breath I pulled my dick out of her and then pulled her hip up so she was in a doggy position. I watched my sperm slowly dribble out of her ass and then I saw her ass close shut, cutting the flow of. I scooped up a bit of the sperm and got out of the bed. I wanted to go hit the shower to get cleaned up but I wanted to tease Tina a bit before.
“Now, I take the time, make the effort, give you such a nice gift and then you just squeeze it out?”
I asked her showing her the drop of semen on my finger. I was smiling and it was meant as a joke. Really. But instead of laughing or mock indignation, she looked back at me, said:
“Now, we can’t have such a waste, can we?”
And closed her lips around my finger, licking all the sperm of and then continuing to suck on it. Then she got up and went past me to the bathroom to shower. I stood there in astonishment, unable to move and started asking myself, not for the first time in the last two days, how much of her behavior was my doing and how much had always been there just waiting to be freed.
Chapter 12
It was dark outside again and it was hot. Sweat was running down my body and my hair was sticking to my skin. My muscles were working beneath my skin as I was thrusting into Tina’s wet pussy. I was lying on top of her, her legs wrapped around my body, my lips on her neck and hers on mine. My arms were beside her body, supporting my weight and her arms were around me. One of her hands was in my hair, pressing my head against the side of her neck; the other was on my butt, guiding my thrusts into her, guiding my pelvis against her clit with each thrust. I could feel her soft breast against my chest and I felt my body gliding over hers, our combined sweat a lubricant for the motion. She was breathing heavily under me from the exhaustion and the arousal, same as me. I felt her hips moving against mine on each thrust and felt her thighs contracting around my body, her legs pulling me in when I was moving out. I felt the way her pussy was massaging and pulling at my dick.
With the rhythmic movement, the heat, the sound of our breathing and our moans I felt my head getting empty and random thoughts were popping into my head. Over a week had passed since that night when I took her anal virginity and my mind started to replay events from those last two weeks.
We had fallen into a routine minus the unpleasant boredom that is usually associated with that word.
We woke up every morning around 9 and made love. Sometimes it would be gentle, caring and sometimes rough and wild but every time it was wonderful and driven by a mixture of lust and love. It usually started with her waking up and starting to gently suck or stroke me and soon the desire to be in her would overcome me.
After that we showered together and then we went to breakfast. Then the beach. She wore just her bikini bottoms (we had bought a couple of strings which brought out her curves in the hotel shop) and for the way to the beach she would put on a white T-Shirt. We lay in the sun and enjoyed the heat. Sometimes she would sit on me and we kissed, her breasts crushed against my chest and her ass thrust out as she sat on my so that everybody could see it in all its glory and could even see the sides of her butthole around the string between her cheeks. And once or twice we went into the water. She would wrap her legs around me under the surface and I would take out my dick, move the crotch of her string to the side and enter her, letting the waves move our bodies and enjoying how the little movements brought us closer and closer as we kissed and fucked with everybody on the beach seeing us and everybody suspecting what was going on. Images of her perfect breasts with the sweat running down them, with the occasional patch of beachsand glued to them flashed across my mind only to be replaced by images of her on the way back to our room, the white shirt transparent with water from the quick dip she took before putting it on on the beach. The way she walked through the hotel, pretending that she was not aware how her tits were on display and that every men and even quite a lot of the women were staring at her.
And I knew I had to see them now, see them jiggling and oily and beautiful. I turned us around so she was on top of me. She straightened her body up. I was lying flat on my back, my hands roaming over her legs, her ass, her stomach and finally resting on her breasts, kneading and fondling them, playing with the soft flesh, enjoying the way it felt in my hands as she moved her hips back and forth over mine causing my dick to go in and out of her. I thrust up to meet her moves and lost myself in thoughts again.
After coming back to our room we would shower and make videos. Our archive was constantly growing. Striptease, masturbation, blowjobs and POV sex. We even tried some pretty naughty stuff. I once even peed into her mouth on camera as she was kneeling on the bathroom floor fingering her cunt. She swallowed it all as she came and then she sucked my dick clean and licked her lips. I especially enjoyed when she told stories of what we were doing while she masturbated for the camera, tales of our beach outings and how much she enjoyed making all the guys around us horny. I enjoyed watching her play with her boobs or oiling them up. With every day in the sun the caramel of her skin became darker and her hair a bit lighter and with every day with her she became more beautiful and sexier to me. After the videos came dinner and then we would go back to our room, doze a bit lying in each other’s arms before we would make love again. I fucked her ass almost every night. She loved it, loved the strong orgasms and the feeling but it was uncomfortable for her to walk after having been assfucked so we only did it right before going to sleep. We had experimented with new positions. I had fucked her standing up, spooning, doggy style and in missionary and it had been perfect for both of us every time. The thought of her tight anus pulling at my dick brought me back into the present.
I curled upwards until I was sitting with my upper body vertical, just like hers. Then I lowered her back onto the bed. I was kneeling on the bed with her lower back resting on my knees so that her ass was a bit higher than her head and her pussy was pointing right up at the ceiling. My dick had slipped out of her during the maneuver and I took it in my hand and pointed the tip at her sphincter. She grabbed her asscheeks and pulled them apart, opening her ass for me a bit so I could slip in more easily. During missionary so much of her pussyjuice had ran down her crack that she was already lubed up enough and with a little push my dickhead went straight in.
She let go of her asscheeks and put on hand between her legs which were spread far apart and gave me a great view of her fingering her snatch. Her other hand moved to her breasts. I love to watch her play with those full fleshy mounds, I could watch all day how she pulls at her nipples and firmly grabs her tits, making the flesh come out between her fingers.
As I started to move in and out of her ass, going deeper with each thrust, she started to do the same to her pussy with her middle and index finger. She matched her movements to mine so that she pulled out when I was pushing in and vice versa.
I put my arms around her legs from the outside until my hands were resting on the upper side of her thighs and pulled her in on my thrusts, getting even deeper into her ass. Soon her moans turned into grunts. She was approaching a strong, screaming orgasm and I was not far behind. My dick was aimed downward in this position and with its natural position being upward it pushed hard against the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. The stimulation that gave her was only matched by the feelings it gave me as I thrust into her again and again.
I took my eyes of her cunt and tits for a second to look into her eyes and although her face was contorted by lust and passion I could see her eyes looking straight back at mine and as we locked eyes and I could see those golden orbs smiling at me I lost all control. With a scream I pushed deep into her and started erupting rope after rope of hot cream deep into her. The feeling of the hot sauce hitting the skin between her ass and pussy triggered her own orgasm and her scream drowned out my own as she pushed her fingers deep into her and drew her hand back, pressing her palm firmly against her clit. Again our orgasms fed on each other like they had that first time but this time, with our eyes locked at each other the wild animal lust was augmented by the deep love between the two of us and we were still resting in that position, looking at each other long after our orgasms had ended.
We had not said a word during all of this and there somehow was no need to. It was beautiful and perfect and hot just the way it was.
After I had pulled out and we were lying side by side I pulled her in tight and enjoyed the warmth of her body. Then I let go a bit to get enough distance to be able to look into her eyes as I said:
“Do you remember what I said what the next part of this would be for us?”
“You mean about another woman? Yes, I do remember.”
“Well”, I answered “I thought about that and seeing how things are between us right now, I am not sure anymore if I really want that. I mean, I do want to but I don’t want to do anything that hurts you. So the choice is yours. If you say ‘no’, then ‘no’ it is.”
And I meant it. Over the last week I had discovered that although she was not programmed for it, she enjoyed all of our activities and I was happy and did not want to push her into anything she did not want.
“Well, to be honest”, she answered “I am curious if any girl could match your skills in licking my pussy.”
With that she turned around, snuggled her ass close to my crotch and closed her eyes. And again I was lying there perplexed wondering who that girl next to me really was and where in my girlfriend she had been hiding for the last 2 years.

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