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The Princess Steps Out (Part 3)

She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear the fuzzy
mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice was especially
powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness triggered her memory and
all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her. She was a
prisoner of African terrorists – and she had willingly fucked two of her captors
ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered – and she had slavishly sucked
the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum, rubbing it all over her
body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts and desires. She had
succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned Kaffirs – and she had loved
every perverted minute of it.
“Fool!” the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation was followed by a
sharp clap of thunder. Looking up she saw the Leader viciously snap his open
palm across Jumo’s face. She saw his bulging eyes and the corded veins in his
neck, and suddenly feared for the poor man’s life. His hand went up again,
poised to strike.
“No!” she screamed, jumping naked from the bed. “No! Don’t hit him again!”
The Leader looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise – and appreciation?
Frantic, she grabbed the first thing she could find to cover her body; Mantu’s
discarded shirt, and shrugged into it. It flapped around her knees as she ran to
Jumo’s side. The man with the Leader moved to intercept her but she ducked under
his arms. Something about him struck her as odd, but in her fear for Jumo’s
life, she discarded the thought.
“Stay out of this, Princess,” the Leader snarled from behind his ski-mask. “This
man has disobeyed my orders. You were not to be molested!” he shouted. “He and
his wormy friend must be punished!”
“You told them to make me comfortable, did you not?” she said, stepping close to
Jumo. She felt his trembling body and couldn’t believe his fear. She realized
that the Leader was an absolute King among these men and his word was law. His
maleness and power radiated to her and she felt the response deep in her loins.
“Yes,” he said, slowly and suspiciously.
“They did not do anything except what I wanted them to do.” she said defiantly.
It wasn’t the whole truth, but it was close enough.
“What are you saying, Princess? That you encouraged them? Willingly
participated? Be plain!” he demanded.
She opened the front of Mantu’s big shirt and, hands on hips, displayed her
naked body. Her nylons were wrinkled, her garter belt was cum stained in several
places and she was missing her shoes, but standing there before him, she saw his
eyes change and felt the power of her white body. Their fascination was just as
strong as hers, she thought. She tossed her head back in a regal gesture.
“Do you doubt my word?” It was an Imperial question delivered in a regal manner,
but inside she was churning. This big man excited her, stimulated her. And it
went beyond the ebony color of his skin.
His deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the loft. He pulled his ski-mask off
reveling his face. She was surprised to find him handsome in a rough manner,
with high cheekbones and sharply defined features. And his eyes – compelling
dark and sensual. She felt his laughing gaze all the way down to her toes, but
especially in her pussy, which had become very wet, very fast.
He stood close to her, his size massive and overpowering. “I am Chuka!” he said,
“That means King.”
His companion, the fourth man, made a biting commentary in their foreign tongue
and he answered angrily.
“Kunta does not like you,” he said softly. She believes Royalty should act like
Royalty and not like a common slut.”
She? The Princess snapped her head around as Kunta pulled off her ski-mask. That
was the oddity she had noted; “he” moved like a woman, not a man. Graceful and
fluid. Kunta was tall and had regal bearing – a queen to the Leader’s King, and
she was instantly jealous – and she had a strong, fully developed body, and was
surprisingly lovely, despite the disapproving scowl on her face.
“She also doesn’t think you’re as good as a Zulu woman, or any black woman, for
that matter.”
This time it was she who laughed. “Look at your men,Chuka. I wore them out!”
Kunta gave Jumo and Mantu a withering glance and they seem to shrivel before her
steely gaze. The Princess had never met a more formidable woman, not even the
Queen, herself, and she was surprised at her own physical reaction to this
compelling woman.
“So, the Royal Princess of Wales likes Kaffir cocks. You show good taste, Your
Highness, we are the best.” His finger traced the shape of her bare tit and she
shivered at his electric touch and a warm trickle of pussy-juice dribbled down
her inner thigh.
“But I think I should still punish these men.”
“Leave them be and you can have me,” she said.
“I could have you anytime I so desired, Princess. You are my prisoner. Or have
you forgotten?”
“Taking me is one thing, giving myself to you is another.” Her voice was low and
husky; seductive. But it was a ploy. Her body craved this man; wanted him to
drag her off and ravish her completely. She wanted to bare every opening of her
silky body to him and have his hard blackness fill her to the brim. But
something made her try to meet him on equal ground and she was confused by her
feeling.
Roughly, he pulled her body to him and forcefully thrust his pelvis up against
her soft flesh. His thickening cock rubbed against her belly and a hot surge of
passion filled her. Her legs went weak and her body trembled from his nearness.
She grabbed his strong arms for support, feeling the nipples of her tits raise
and harden as they rasped against the coarse material of his shirt.
“You will do what I demand to save their worthless lives? he asked; his voice
low and menacing.
Afraid that speech would fail her, she nodded her head slowly. Then, like a rag
doll he propelled her across the room, landing in a heap on the bed. To Kunta,
he spat out foreign commands and she answered angrily. But a sharp look from
Chuka silenced her immediately.
He has such power, such force, she thought. Oh, God, I want him so much. Oh,
Chuka, her mind screamed, fuck me! Fill my body with your big black cock! Use
me!
Engrossed in her own thoughts, she didn’t see Chuka whisper to Mantu, or take
notice of the video camera Jumo and Mantu set up.
Why doesn’t he move? she wondered. Confused, she followed his gaze. All the men
were looking at Kunta. She was undressing. The Princess’s eyes opened wide as
the big Zulu woman stripped off her clothes and bared her body. She was
beautiful! Glossy skin that shined like black marble, big, full tits, perfectly
round; a hard, almost muscular stomach, and long, long tapering legs. Her bush
was tightly tangled with thick, coarse hair; a perfect black triangle. She had
wide flaring hips and large ass-cheeks.
Regal!
The word jumped into her brain as she watched Kunta come towards her. Chuka had
set beside her, but she was too engrossed to noticed, and she jumped when he
spoke.
“It pleases me to be entertained. You and Kunta will perform for me. We will see
just how well you do against a Zulu woman. If you please me, these men will
live. If not, they will die. Do you understand, Princess?”
She looked at him in confusion, not knowing what was expected of her. Then her
head swiveled from his leering eyes to Kunta and back again, and the meaning of
his words became crystal clear. She gasped, and shook her head, unable to find
her voice.
“You want me to . . . want me to . . .” She choked on the words.
“Yes, Your Highness,” Chuka said, with an evil grin, “I do want you to!
“Look at her beauty,” he commanded, “her full ripe tits, big ass, her large
juicy pussy. Look at the color of her skin, how it gleams in the light. Think
what it would feel like beneath your hands; soft and smooth, like black
alabaster. Look at her cunt; the jungle of hair; think of your Royal tongue
sliding into it. Think of its’ black taste; feel her juices flowing down your
throat.”
Chuka ran his hands softly over her body, almost a whisper; stroking her
quivering thighs, and sensitive tits.
“Look at her, Princess,” he said. “Look and open yourself to her. Let her mound
rub against yours, let her play with your lovely titties.” His eyes glowing with
anticipation, Chuka put his lips against her ear. “Let her tongue drive you to
the stars,” he said.
In a trance, she could not take her eyes off of Kunta’s undulating movements;
her sinewy grace, the way her big tits rose and fell with her deep breathing.
Her dry throat burned, but she couldn’t swallow. She stared, wide-eyed; Chuka’s
hypnotic words playing on her brain, and she felt the fierce roar of fire-lust
erupt in her drenched cunt. Her chest heaved and she reached back to grab hold
of the bedstead, pulling herself up; almost into the same position she had been
in when Jumo first kindled the flame of coal-black lust.
The video camera recorded the heated expression on her face, and continued to
roll, but she wasn’t aware of it.
Kunta took Chuka’s place beside her and she cringed with fear and, she realized,
desire. The big, firm tits and the heavy thatch covering the hidden pussy had
turned her on; her hot cunt reacting the same as it would to a naked man. If
anything, the wild feelings were even more intense, more demanding, and,
suddenly shocked, she knew that she wanted to touch the big female Zulu; touch
her, and love her.
The aroma of Kunta’s sudden nearness was sharp and strong, but definitely
female. She turned her head away as the big woman leaned forward, but she could
not stop looking at the magnificent body in front of her. Hungrily, she licked
her lips. Then a strange thing happened. Kunta smiled, lighting her eyes with
the soft glow of passion.
“Do you like what you see, my Princess? Yes? My tits yearn for your touch,” she
said, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up to the Princess’s eyes. The
dark nipples were as big as a pinky-tip, and hard as marble. “My juicy love box
waits to entertain your pretty pink tongue.”
Kunta’s voice was like a warm caress on a cool night. She shivered. With tremors
running through her body, and the tingling of anticipation on her skin, she
slowly nodded. Kunta smiled her lovely smile, and drew her to her womanly body.
“Ooooh, yeeeessss!” she mewed, unaware of how loud her voice was, or how it
affected the men who watched from the darkness, or that her words were recorded
on tape.
She remembered gasping and trembling as Kunta’s lips searched out her own; the
electric touch, the strong hands kneading her sensitive tits, sending bolts of
white-hot lightening to her cunt and her fevered brain; their constant
exploration of her trembling body. She remembered the tongue, long and wet,
slipping into her moist mouth; her own dueling with the long, thick, loving
invader. It slithered down her neck to her tits, circling each nipple, tracing
the roundness of each shaking globe. Large, shapely lips sucked on the tender
tips, making her moan loudly with wicked pleasure.
Another woman – a black woman – was making love to her, and she was responding.
The image was beyond her wildest fantasy. She tugged at the silken scarfs,
pulling herself up, arching her body, giving Kunta access to her quivering
flesh.
“Oh, God, yes! Do that! Oh, it feels so good.”
Kunta’s wiggling tongue traced a wet trail between the valley of her tits, down
and around her belly and into the flaxen tangle of silky hair hiding the pink,
puffy lips of her juicy pussy. Powerful hands grabbed her behind the knees and
pushed her legs up high, spreading them apart. Her cunt gaped, the pussy-hair
glistening with the dewy secretions of her enflamed passions. Her eyes rolled to
the whites and her legs and arms and body went spastic when Kunta’s darting
tongue shot up her boiling pussy. The scream of passion filled the room and
reached out, like a hot hand, to the thick cocks of her black captors making
them twitch with envy and desire.
Chuka heard the words of desire coming from the Princess’s mouth and his
throbbing prick strained to free itself from the constraining pants. He heard
Jumo’s strangled voice extolling the virtue’s of the blonde, thirsting pussy;
its’ silky softness, its’ pink, succulent cunt-meat, its powerful gripping
muscles. He licked his lips and grabbed his hardened cock as a hot, fierce pain
in his balls made him gasp.
Yes, Princess, yes! he thought, show your lust, and your pleasure! Display it
for the world; show them how you love African blackness!
Her hips bucked up against Kunta’s sucking mouth, her tits heaved, and her face
contorted with pleasure-pain. Moaning with abandon, her head twisted from side
to side as Kunta’s wiggling tongue attacked the soft flesh of her flaming cunt.
Sizzling sparks of white-hot pleasure erupted in her brain and showered her body
with their burning brilliance. Through a haze of panting lust she saw Chuka,
naked, standing beside the bed, his eyes aglow, his black skin shiny with heated
passion. He was slowly stroking his gigantic black cock. Her eyes widened and
her breath rushed out of her mouth.
It was magnificent! The Father of all Cocks! Bigger and thicker than either
Jumo’s or Mantu’s; it looked like a huge, ebony tree limb growing, obscenely,
from his groin. The angry purple head with its’ snake-eye waved in front of her
hungry eyes. She licked her lips, in lust and blinding desire.
Kunta’s probing tongue had found its’ way up her tight asshole and she mewed
with new hunger. She saw the men – all of them – watching her; their faces tight
with lust, their cocks out of their pants, standing straight up, hard and stiff.
Her hips hammered at the nimble spear, and she squirmed her asshole around the
twisting pleasure-giver as a shiver of voyeuristic pleasure swept over her.
She was the reason for their lust! Her body was the reason for their desire!
They wanted to be entertained! She would give them their wish! She would give
them more than they ever bargained for!
Filled with a wanton desire to display herself, bare her willing body to all,
she pounced on Kunta, like a cat, pushing the surprised woman to her back.
Nimbly, she squirmed around and stuck her head between the strong, outstretched
legs, driving her tongue into the long, hot, pink slash of the wide open pussy.
The coarse pussy-hair scoured her cheeks and the heat of Kunta’s cunt poured
out, like a volcano, bathing her face in its’ tart aroma. Her tongue swirled in
the lava-like juice and she sucked it down her throat, savoring the special
taste. Cum juice smeared her cheeks.
And the camera captured it all!
She ran her tongue over the big, extended clit; wrapped her lips around it and
sucked it with all her might. Kunta’s screamed her passion, then drove her
tongue deep into her blonde-white hole, making her jump and squirm; her body
rippling with the tremors of exquisite, tiny cums.
Red-faced with exertion, the Princess of Wales snapped her head up. Brows
knitted; a fierce grimace on her face, she tried to scream but the sound stuck
in her throat. Kunta had roughly jammed her middle finger up her ass and her
thumb up her cunt. She could feel the wiggling fingers, separated only by a thin
membrane tissue, straining to touch.
Her hands grabbed Kunta’s thighs and she squeezed the flesh painfully, but the
powerful female Zulu did not let go. She stuck her finger up the woman’s burning
cunt. Then another, and another, and twisted them around, slicking them with
Kunta’s free-flowing juices. Black hips humped against her hand, thrusting up,
trying to prong her cunt on the sticky fingers; trying to quench the roaring
fire that raged in her body.
Blonde hair in disarray, her mind maddened with lust and fury, she shoved her
fingers deeper and heard the ragged, painful choke in Kunta’s throat. Enflamed,
she pulled her dripping hand out of the big woman’s cunt and, with the look of a
wild animal on her face, she, viciously, shoved her entire hand up the gaping,
black hole, twisting her wrist around until it ached, pushing upwards all the
time, until her entire fist was buried to the hilt!
“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! I die!” Kunta screamed, hips bucking in a mad frenzy as her
cunt greased the Princess’s fist with cum-juice; tits heaving as her chest
sucked air deep into her burning lungs. Blinding slivers of pure white light
pierced her brain as the Princess Royal fist-fucked her cunt, making her cum
like a mad-woman.
She pushed the blonde hair from her face; her distinctive hair-do totally
destroyed. Her breathing was hoarse and ragged and her chest ached. Mesmerized,
she stared at her hand, embedded to the wrist in the throbbing black pussy. She
stared in exhausted fascination as Kunta’s hairy cunt slid up her wrist an inch
or two and then back down, finally coming to shivering stop. Slick cum-juice
smeared her skin and she could feel the juices slowly washing back over her palm
and fingers. Her cunt still burned with desire, but her mind registered a
triumph of pleasure.
She had bested the Zulu queen!
Sighing, she pulled her slippery hand out of the hot pussy and dropped beside
the panting woman, her head on her chest. Kunta’s big arm encircled her, coming
to rest on a perky, cherry-tipped tit. Gently, she caressed it.
“You are truly a Princess! A Queen worthy of a King,” she said in a low voice,
full of admiration. “My juices are still flowing,” she said with a small laugh.
“How does the Prince of Wales satisfy a woman such as you?” she asked.
She giggled. “He doesn’t! Today was the first time.” she said, her voice
becoming serious, “. . . with you and them! I’ve never felt this way before . .
. never knew the thrills that . . . their black cocks could give me. I’m almost
pleased that I was taken prisoner, or I would have never known. God,” she said
huskily, “I love big black cock!”
“Would that more of your people would think of us in a less bigoted manner.
Imagine the pleasures we could give one another.”
Chuka’s voice was hard and insistent. She didn’t know what he said, but Kunta
quickly leaped to her feet and fetched a canvas bag, extracting a bottle that
looked to be filled with oil.
She saw that his massive cock jutted out at an angle, waving from side to side;
its sheer weight unable to keep it straight up. Saliva filled her mouth,
excitement filled her eyes, and her cunt began to heat up again. Kunta smeared
the oily mixture on Chuka’s huge prick and balls, making them slick and shiny.
“Let me,” she said, running to Kunta’s side and kneeling in front of Chuka’s
straining prick. Her hands slid up the heavily ridged shaft and she felt it
vibrate under her fingers. Her mouth dropped in amazement. It was bigger than
she imagined; fully ten inches long and as thick as a club. She looked at Kunta
in disappointment, “I’ll never get this club up my cunt,” she wailed, “It’s
bigger than Jumo’s!”
Chuka laughed and his chest swelled in pride. “Jumo and Mantu have prepared you
for a King’s weapon, Princess,” Kunta said seriously, “And the oil will help
ease the way.”
“Enough of this woman talk,” Chuka snapped. “Prepare yourself, Your Highness,
your King has arrived!”
Trembling with want, she eased herself back into bed; taking in the looks of
anticipation and envy on Jumo’s and Mantu’s faces. The sight of their rigid
pricks sent chills up her spine, and her mind was filled with obscene images.
The camera recorded her smile and the graphic gesture her tongue made to each
man.
Chuka’s strong arms encircled her pulling her close; his hot cock, hard against
her tingling flesh. His lips were surprisingly soft and his kiss gentle. She
felt the vibrations in her dewy cunt as her arms went around his neck, and she
returned his kiss with all the passion and denied lust of her body. His tongue
entwined with hers, then darted down her throat; his hands captured her
quivering tits and his rough fingers pinched the steely-hard nipples and stirred
her blood to a boiling pitch. Her cunt squished with hot, creamy juice that
oozed out of her and slide down her thighs like melted butter.

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Fiction

Danny and Ivy: Chapter One

I’m confident that this story isn’t 100% sex. I’m going to try an approach where a slow, realistic romance brews between two of the main characters. So, if you’re looking for a quick sex story, this one is not the way to go. I’ll tell you this, however: lengthy sexual scenes will be spread out. Also, this story takes place from third person point of view, and first person point of view from both the characters’ perspective. Ahem, now, to begin!

Fiction

new job new start: not for fiona 3

New job, new start; not for Fiona 3:
More from Fiona’s journal:
It was nine days later before Fiona came home and handed me her journal with the next entry for me to read, it had been a long wait and Fiona had been on edge a lot of the time as she just never knew when Steve would make another demand. Nine days previous Steve had confiscated Fiona’s bra as a punishment then made her expose herself in various locations in the warehouse so he could get pictures. Worryingly for Fiona was the fact that her bosses and the security guys had seen her braless and their behaviour towards her had changed a little and it was beginning to make her even more nervous.
One a couple of occasions since bumping into Mr. Symons and Mr. Butterworth on the stairwell they had both called her to their office for ‘meetings’ now these ‘meetings’ had never taken place before and Fiona got the impression it was just a way for them to eye her up. Mr. Symons (Donald) was a more discreet than Mr. Butterworth (Graham). Donald being sixty four and a quiet polite man would sneak glances at her when he thought Fiona wasn’t looking. But Graham openly leered at her now and would often sit really close making her feel very uncomfortable. Fiona had got the sense that the directors had lost respect for her as a business women, and look where that got her last time.
She confessed to me that she felt like leaving the job but it was the massive salary always holding her back, that and the fact Steve Lomax had hundreds of images of her that could ruin her career even if she left for pastures new. It seemed she was stuck in a very tricky situation again.
The security guards Gerald and Trevor seemed to float passed her office a bit more as well and seemed to be loitering out the side entrance when she left and always said they were on a site perimeter walk. She didn’t believe that for a second because as they’d watched her walk by and to her car she watched them duck back into the entrance back to their nice warm office.
Wednesday , 9 days later:
“The phone rang at five past nine; I’d been at my desk no more than ten minutes. It was Steve. He’d summoned to his office for twelve thirty. That was beginning of lunch break. I’m instantly nervous as its been over a week since he made contact”
Fiona obviously knew about being late so knew that wasn’t an option today, she had a very important meeting at one thirty with the three directors and couldn’t possibly be late for that either. She wasn’t late to Steve’s office, in fact she was a couple of minutes early which seemed to please Steve when she entered. The rest of his staff had passed Fiona on her way up as they headed to the canteen so she knew they were alone.
“Take off your clothes Fiona and place them in the filling cabinet and lock it”
She did as Steve asked knowing she had urgent matters and didn’t want any delays.
“Now turn around so that your bum is resting on the desk facing me and bend over so that I can see your holes Fiona”
Again without protest she assumed the position Steve had described bending over with her holes exposed facing Steve who was sat in the chair behind about two feet away. She heard a cardboard box being opened behind her and the sound of some plastic being pulled apart and wondered what Steve was doing; she didn’t dare look round though.
“And then I felt it cold and smooth against my pussy lips….it pushed against my folds opening up my vulva with its smooth cold shaft. My lips parted and the cold object slid into my dry pussy about four inches deep and then stopped”
Steve didn’t say a word and Fiona held firm in her position with what she presumed was a dildo hanging from her pussy behind, she was like that for a couple of minutes then she felt the cold object slide out then back in her pussy and this motion went on for the next three or four minutes.
“Damn, the heat began to return to my lips and I was powerless to stop it as the smooth object began to slip inside my hole with growing ease. The feeling of moisture between my legs was increasing with every penetration from the object being used on me by Steve. he must of known that my hole was getting wet in front of him again”
The object was plunged a little deeper into her a final time causing her to let out a little yelp. Steve must of shoved the dildo almost all the way in as she could feel a slightly rougher edge on the outer part of her lips, which she presumed was the thickest end of the smooth dildo.
“A sound I’d grown used to started up behind me as Steve added more shots to his growing collection only they were getting more and more explicit as the meetings went on”
“Climb on the desk in front of me Fiona and spread your legs” Steve said from behind her as he reached out and removed the object. As she stood up a little bit of her juice leaked out onto her thighs and when she turned to face Steve see saw that the object was indeed a seven inch silver dildo. The desk was clear like Steve had cleared it purposely beforehand, she climbed up on her knees until she was in front of Steve then slid onto her bottom and lent back onto her elbows at the same time as moving her legs wide apart so that her feet were on either edge.
“At this moment in time it was the most vulnerable and humiliated I’d felt since Steve began blackmailing me. He was less than twelve inches away from me and had full access to my wet sex. Oh god my pussy was so hot but I didn’t want to look at Steve he would surely see the desire in my eyes I was trying to hide. But he told me to look at him right into his eyes as he moved the dildo towards my wet entrance”
The thin end of the dildo easily passed between Fiona’s parted lips and seemed to slip in with so much ease. It wasn’t the thickest dildo, in fact it was very thin compared to some of the cocks she’d taken; but at that moment in time and in her situation and surroundings it was all Steve needed to make her yelp again and again as he jammed the dildo in until just before his fingers touched her lips. Steve assaulted her in this way for about five minutes and in that time he was bringing Fiona very close to coming.
She unscrewed her eyes for a moment when the dildo fucking stopped and noticed it was one o clock, she had half hour to clean up and be in the conference room. She didn’t want to say anything just yet as she didn’t want Steve to think she was being disrespectful. Steve again took snaps her with the dildo poking from her cunt at various points again adding to his extensive collection that was growing rapidly.
Steve then stood up and pulled her towards the front edge of his desk so that her bum was on the edge, still being able to see from leaning on her elbows she noticed a huge bulge in the front of Steve’s jeans.
“He began undoing his jeans and my pussy seemed to ooze more juice in anticipation. From what I can remember his cock was impressive. His trousers dropped to the floor then he pushed his boxers down to join them and there before me was his magnificent eight and a half inches. I looked at the clock over his shoulder as he approached me. Ten past one. Twenty minutes until my meeting. I had to say something”
“Steve I………………………………”
“I know Fiona you have a meeting in twenty minutes with the gaffers. Why do you think I’ve got you hear you stupid whore?”
“Humiliation doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling at the moment; I’m powerless to stop Steve he was going to decide when I went for this meeting not me”.
He edged closer with his huge tool aiming at her hole with it in his right hand, he stopped millimetres from her entrance but she could feel the presence of his member hovering around in front of her. She waited another ten seconds or so until she felt the bulbous end of his helmet mash into the top of her folds and hit her clitoris. She moaned louder than she’d done before and Steve tapped his hard shaft up and down on her most sensitive spot making her yelp each and every time.
“It was almost impossible to take my eyes off his dick and I willed him to bury in deep into my pussy. Meeting or no meeting I needed filling up”
It wasn’t to come for Fiona though as Steve rubbed his dick around her entrance and clitoris over and over again almost masturbating her with the shaft of his hard penis and in fairness to Steve it was having the desired effect on Fiona who was now laying flat on her back dangling her head off the back of his desk and moaning softly as not to make too much noise, she was past caring what the time was as her first Steve induced orgasm began to rip through her body.
“I came hard and screamed a little as I wasn’t able to control myself, his big heavy cock beat my clit as my body shook and I gripped the desk hard. I could feel a pool of wetness around the bottom of my bum cheeks and knew I’d come heavily”.
“You’re going to be late” Steve said pulling away and pulling his boxers and jeans up leaving Fiona to slide of the wet sticky table.
She looked at the clock and rushed to the filing cabinet to grab her clothes as she was already five minutes late. As she put her bra on Steve came and took her knickers away chucking them back in his top draw along with her two bras she presumed were still in there.
“You can collect these at five o clock, and when you’re dressed clean that mess up on my desk”
Fiona said she looked around for a cloth to clean up the mess but Steve told her to lick it clean. Her humiliation was compounded as she bent over and licked her sweet juices from Steve’s desk whilst he sat feet away watching. It was ten past one by the time she left and she still had to nip in the ladies to mop herself up before she made a mess in her trousers but that idea was soon dashed as a call across the pa system called out for her immediate attendance in the conference room.
“Shit” was all she wrote on one line in her journal after hearing the message.
She made it to the meeting as soon as possible but was still over fifteen minutes late. All Mr. Symons said was is that he’d speak to her afterwards. After that the three hour meeting went ok although Fiona kept getting the unmistakeable whiff of sex aroma every time she adjusted her seat position; the trouble was that she was pretty sure her trousers were now soaked with her dampness as she didn’t have time to clean up beforehand. And even worse for her was the fact Graham Butterworth was sat next to her and he also kept looking at her whenever she moved.
“Fiona I’ll see you in my office please” Donald Symons said in a stern voice. He got up to leave but Fiona stayed still hoping the other two, Graham and Gary, would leave next as she didn’t really want to stand up in front of them. “NOW Fiona” Donald shouted across the room from the doorway. She was left with no choice but to leave.
Fiona pushed her seat back and stood up moving the notepad she’d been using for notes down in front of her crotch area hiding it from Graham Butterworth’s lingering gaze. She headed for the door walking in a slow manner as she could feel the sticky damp patch between her legs; she was almost at the door when Graham shouted over stopping her in her tracks.
“Have you sat in something Fiona there seems to be a stain on your behind?” she rubbed her hand on her cheeks and said no before heading out of the door before Graham could push the subject further.
She entered Donald Symons office and shut the door behind her still holding the notepad across her crotch hiding her damp trousers. Donald was sat behind the desk looking very annoyed and he motioned for Fiona to take the seat opposite.
“What the bloody hell has gotten into you in the last week Fiona? I will not tolerate you being late for meetings do you understand”
“Of course Mr. Symons it won’t happen again I was tied up with something urgent”
“Nothing is more important than our meetings Fiona remember that for the future and you’ll be ok” Fiona got up to leave but Donald waived his hand as if to say stay seated. “And one more thing Fiona can you make sure you come to work in proper professional business attire, coming without a bra is not acceptable do you understand?”
“Yes Mr. Symons I understand and apologise, it won’t happen again”
“Make sure it doesn’t Fiona even if it was a nice view”. Donald winked then told her she was excused from his office and her face began to burn as her embarrassment grew so she exited as quickly as possible being sure to cover the damp patch on her trousers.
She made it back to her office and searched out some baby wipes from her junk draw and cleaned up the sticky mess between her legs; Fiona chucked the wipe in the bin and sat on her chair and looked at the clock above her door.
“OH FUCK” was scrawled in her journal, she jumped up realising she was late for picking up her knickers from Steve at his office. She grabbed the phone and franticly hit Steve’s speed dial.
“Steve I’m so sorry because I was late Donald had me in the office for a bollocking afterwards…………………….”
“No excuses Fiona you should of come straight here from Donald’s office……why the hell are your ringing me from your office at five fifteen?”
“I’m on………….” the line went dead and she bounded out the door the phone left swinging from its station. She didn’t care about people seeing her massive tits bouncing around this time as she dashed across the warehouse and stormed up the steps. She’d even flicked of her heeled shoes and ran with them in her hands so that she could get there as quick as possible.
“Stopping to knock wasn’t an option and I nearly took the door off its hinges as I flew at it……I then stopped dead in my tracks………Steve wasn’t messing and my situation worsened”
Steve Lomax was sat on one side of his desk with Neal Daniels sat the other side opposite him where she’d been bent over displaying herself only four hours earlier.
“Ah the star of the show herself has arrived Neal” Steve laughed. “Come and stand here Fiona” and he pointed to a spot at the edge of the desk between them both.
“I looked down at the cluttered desk and realised that all of the pictures were off me in various naked positions, I could see ones from the shower room of me surrounded by cock but also some of Steve’s own snaps were there. Neal had seen them all and was staring at me smiling”
“You obviously wasn’t taking my threats seriously Fiona so I thought I’d need to just make a little statement of my intent by inviting Neal into our little arrangement. That’s not a problem with you is it Fiona?”
“No Steve”
“I don’t know why I bothered asking actually as I knew it wouldn’t be a problem. I suppose you’ve come for your knickers Fiona?”
“Yes Steve”
“You know where your underwear is kept Fiona help yourself”. She walked around to the filing cabinet and fished out her knickers and her bras thinking it was about time she had those back and she dropped these near her bag as she went and stood back where Steve had told her with her knickers still in her hand. “Why don’t you show Neal what sort of knickers you wear Fiona I’m sure he’d like a closer look”.
Fiona handed her black lace knickers to Neal who held them in front of him to inspect. “Ooh very nice and sexy” he then pulled them to his nose and sniffed deeply inhaling the aroma of Fiona’s worn knickers. “Fucking beautiful smell that is” and he took another deep sniff. “I wouldn’t mind seeing them on though Steve”.
“Not a problem Neal my old mate.” He turned to look up at Fiona and she knew what was coming next. “You heard Neal Fiona he wants to see what you look like in your knickers so how about you give him a little modelling session, I know lets have your top off as well let him have a look at you properly”.
She hesitated and looked at Steve then across at Neal. “Today Fiona, times getting on and we have homes to go to”. Steve said getting impatient.
“Less than three minutes later I was stood in my underwear in front of Steve but also Neal Daniels another of the managers. My breasts received great reviews from Neal as well as my trimmed pussy as he ogled it before I covered my private area with my black thong. I was told to walk around in front of Neal before being told to bend over and hold my ankles with my bottom only a couple of feet from Neal. My pussy again involuntarily began to tingle as again I enjoyed the feeling of being used. My cunt pulsed as I felt Neal’s hands on my bare bum cheeks for the first time and the moisture began to come as his fingers snaked towards the material hiding my sex from his view”
“Is it ok if I have a proper look Steve?” Neal said to Steve his fingers already under the material ready to pull it away and reveal her wanton holes.
“Knock yourself out Neal I’m sure once you’ve seen the goods you’ll want in full time”
Fiona felt the elastic round her hips come away and pull downwards and as Neal pulled her knickers down; she felt the cold air from the air-con machine blow across her exposed arsehole and then across her pulsing cunt lips as the last piece of thin material pulled away from the folds of her lips. Neal left the knickers round her legs about three inches below her bum cheeks; he’d pulled them as far as he needed so was content for the elastic to hold them in place round her legs.
“Again I felt extremely vulnerable but also so incredibly turned on. It wasn’t my fault but i couldnt help my pussy was getting wet it just began to seep involuntarily as the nervous excitment grew and the fire in my pussy burned”
She must of stood like this for about a minute as Neal inspected her holes or the goods as Steve so crudely put it making her feel even more like a piece of meat, she could feel his breath on her naked skin as he bent forward and inhaled nosily and commented on her sweet aroma. It was then she heard a draw open and close.
“Here Neal use this, fucking whore juices up lovely with it. I take it your then Neal?”
“Damn right I’m Steve, can’t miss out whilst your getting all the cream can I?”
“Didn’t think for a minute you’d turn it down Neal you dirty bastard. But it’s on the hush hush for now yeah we don’t want it spoiling just yet mate.”
“Of cause mate you know I can be trusted. Anyway pass that”.
Humiliated and powerless Fiona stood bent as she was discussed by Steve and Neal until she felt the cold hard object at her burning entrance and she tensed her body. With her thighs being pinned together by her knickers it made her cunt really tight; and she could feel the object being nudged against her inflamed folds with more force with more force each time as Neal tried to sink the object into her moist hole. His persistence was eventually rewarded as on about the eighth jab her lips parted enough for the tip of the dildo to slip inside her tight pussy. Neal continued pushing it until she felt his fingers on her skin; the dildo was fully inside her. Neal left it there for a few seconds before removing it completely.
“Oh yes Steve now I see look at it already, its covered”
Again the dildo was nudged into her lips and they parted easier this time as the lubrication on the shiny shaft aided its movement into her hole; this time it was fucked into her about twenty times by Neal each time making her moan a little.
“Steve told Neal to continue fucking the dildo into me until I came, he told Neal that it wouldn’t take me long because I was such a horny slut and just loved having the dildo in me. Steve wasn’t wrong because within five minutes my legs shook and my cunt clenched the dildo as my orgasm ripped through my body. I could feel my juice forcing its way out my hole as Neal pulled the dildo out a bit and soon my thighs were wet and sticky. I fell forward as my legs gave way and I was on my hands and knees panting and moaning”
“Fucking hell Steve we’ve got ourselves a right goer here mate”
“Tell me about it. I could tell that from the photos of the whore surround by cock in the shower. Isn’t that right Fiona you’re a dirty whore that loves cock?”
She didn’t answer as she was still out of breath from the orgasm she’d just had so she just remained on her knees waiting to be told by Steve what to do or where to stand next. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes as Steve and Neal discussed her again.
“Have you fucked her yet Steve?” she heard Neal ask.
“Not yet Neal I’ve just been toying with her you know, making her do things and humiliating her a little bit. I rubbed my cock her cunt earlier and made her come and I’m certain she wanted me to ram it up her but I like to make the sluts wait you know, tease um a bit Neal. She’ll be getting it soon enough though and once I’ve had her Neal you can have a go”
“Make sure it’s soon then Steve I can’t wait to get stuck into her”
“Be patient Neal there’s plenty of fun to be had with her, it’ll be soon enough though mate. Anyway I’ve got to get home Neal I’ve got a lot on tonight so I’ll show you the sort of things you’ll be able to do to Fiona now you on board”
She heard shuffling and chairs scrapping as the both stood up to leave, she didn’t move and continued to wait for instructions.
“Right on your feet Fiona it’s time to go” she got to her feet slowly as her legs still felt wobbly “ Knickers off Fiona you can carry them in your hands and but your bras back in the drawer, I hope you don’t think you were having them back?”
“No Steve.”
“I put the bras back and then put my trousers back on, I could feel them sticking to the damp patches on the inside of my thighs and obviously my soaked gusset. I looked down at the dark patch already forming and just knew that Steve would make me walk out like this. I pulled my blouse back on over my naked breasts and got told to unbutton three buttons causing my blouse to gape open and revealing the dark areola on both my breasts. Steve then pinched my nipples until they stood erect and very visible. He then told me to walk with my knickers in my hand which I screwed into my palm”
“No no Fiona dangle them knickers by your side. Don’t forget your pictures Neal that’s your set to keep; I suggest you get a camera so that you can add your own snaps once Fiona starts visiting your office”
“Ahh yes I’ll pick one up over the weekend mate good idea”
There was no night shift in on a Friday as the warehouse only opened in the mornings on a Saturday and Sunday so there was no fear of being seen by other staff. Fiona already knew as she left the office that Steve was going to send her through the security office where Gerald and Trevor were waiting. Steve made Fiona walk ahead of them and told her to go where she had guessed in her own mind already. The walk across the warehouse seemed oh so quick and before she knew it she was in front of Trevor and Gerald.
“Well well look who we have here again Trev”
“Ah the lovely Fiona again, I think it’s my turn to wave the wand is it not Gerald?”
“I think you might be right Trevor. Step this way Fiona and place your belongings in the tray for a quick check and then stand in front of Trevor with your arms up and legs apart a little”.
She followed Gerald’s directions dropping her bag and knickers in the tray which bought puzzled but excited looks from both old men. She watched as Gerald opened her bag and look inside, he reached in and pulled out the shiny metal dildo holding it up for everyone to see before dropping it back inside. He then picked up her knickers and looked at her as he dropped them inside her bag as well.
“My face was crimson as I felt totally humiliated”. Fiona’s journal read. “My embarrassment only grew as Trevor began to wand me; he went so slowly over my breasts his eyes never leaving them as he looked at my areola and pointy nipples through my blouse. He actually moved the wand so close across my nipples that he knocked them both”
“Sorry about that Fiona how clumsy of me” he said smirking.
“He got down on one knee in front of me and moved the wand slowly across the top of my trousers and around my gusset area. He came up the inside of my legs and held the wand between my legs awfully close to my swollen cunt lips for a moment longer than he should have”.
“Looks like you’ve sat in something or maybe got a little too excited here Fiona” he said standing up looking at her for a response.
“I think I sat in something Trevor, I’m very clumsy today” she said walking by picking up her bag from Gerald who was stood staring at her chest and smirking.
“Have a safe journey Fiona and we hope to see you next week!”
She waited near the exit as Steve and Neal quickly got searched and joined her on leaving the building.
“I’ll tell you now trev there is something going on with fiona and that bloody Lomax”.
Fiona wasn’t sure if she’d heard right as it was only whispered, but she probably knew that she had heard right and that is what they thought.
She finished off in her journal and this entry.
“I was led up the car park past my car that was parked in the office staff area right up to Steve’s car in the far corner, Neal was with his as his car was opposite Steve’s in the other corner. Steve told me to remove my blouse and hand it to him. I really really didn’t want to do this but again Steve told me that it would be really easy to show some other people my pictures, and I knew he wasn’t joking; just look at how easy Neal jumped on board, and who wouldn’t. I handed him my blouse and stood bare breasted in the car park as the cold evening air bought my nipples to hard points. He then said by to Neal and told him he’d see him in the pub to explain things in more detail, I was then left to walk back to my car, maybe a hundred yards, my tits naked and bouncing free……it also dawned on me that I’d have to drive home like this too. I couldn’t help but feel a stirring in my pussy again….a feeling that I knew I shouldn’t due to my situation…….but a feeling that I could not stop”
The blackmail continues………………………..

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Black on Black

A man seduces a widow and her daughters. Features an all black cast. No interracial. All other cliches apply.

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Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 11 – Brenda’s Mom (REVISED)

Brenda’s mom walks back into her life and she does not want to trust her. This is the 2nd version I have on this story, the first one consisted of a scene where John and Kelsy swung with William and Jennifer, but the idea did not go over to well with the readers. Luckily, I had thought this through, and when I initially wrote the story, I made to where I could easily delete that whole scene without having to re-work the whole story.

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Irresponsibe 2

“We can’t keep doing this,” Stacie said unconvincingly as she tugged her panties off her waist.
“Why not? We both love it.” I responded.
“Cause it’s incest, and Mom is right over there,” Stacie whispered.

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My Photogenic Mom Chapter 6

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Harold in the mean time had driven Karen home to her apartment. They went in and sat down on the couch. Neither had said anything on the trip back. Harold and Karen had been seeing each other for over three years now. They had started out innocently enough, Harold was upstate on business and he and Karen had gone to dinner. Susan had known about that, what she did not know was that they had too much to drink at dinner. When the cab dropped them off at Karen’s apartment she asked Harold up for coffee. Harold put on some music while Karen made coffee and while the coffee was brewing they started to dance. During the dance Karen looked at Harold and he kissed her. Karen had broken up with her husband a few months before and had been alone since. She responded to Harold’s kiss and started dancing real close to Harold. They danced so close that Karen could feel Harold’s cock starting to get hard. She started to rub her crotch up against his while they danced. Harold unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. He started kissing her neck and worked his way down to her smallish but well formed breasts. He removed her bra and licked her stiffening nipples. All pretense at dancing gone now. Karen had started unbuttoning Harold’s shirt and pulled it off she undid his belt and opened his pants she let them fall to the floor and pulled down his shorts letting his cock spring free. Karen could not believe the size of his cock, she had always thought Susan had been exaggerating the few times that she had talked to her about their marriage and problems. Karen reached down and grasped his swollen manhood in her hands. Harold stopped nibbling on her breasts when she grabbed him. Karen sank to her knees in front of Harold and slid his huge cock into her mouth. Harold was shocked, Susan would never think of doing that. The one time he tried she had not spoken to him for a week. Karen had a natural desire to suck cock and Harold could tell that she enjoyed it. He knew that he would not be able to hold off shooting his load for long. He had not fucked Susan for several weeks now so he had a large load to shoot. Karen seemed to sense this and sucked harder and faster. Harold tried to warn her he was about to shoot his wad but Karen did not seem to care. Harold exploded right there in his sister In laws mouth. He was amazed that she was not mad, she eagerly swallowed every drop of cum that she could suck from his cock. She let his cock slide out of her mouth and stood up. Taking his hand she led him to the bedroom. Pushing him down on the bed she took his now limp cock in her mouth and started working it with her lips and tongue and lips. Harold could feel it starting to get hard again. Harold grabber Karen by her slender hips and pulled her pussy over his face. Karen dropped her steaming hole on Harold’s face and he started sucking her cunt as she sucked his cock. Working his tongue over her clit, he drove Karen wild. He had to hold her hips still so she would not bounce off his face. When Harold slid his tongue deep in Karen’s pussy she came with a force long pent up in her. Her juice was running down the side of Harold’s face as her whole being quivered and shook. Karen just laid down on Harold’s body not moving. Harold rolled her over on he back and crawled between her wide spread legs. Looking at her exhausted form he grinned and said “we are not through yet” he moved his swollen cock to the entrance of Karen’s wet pussy and pulled her onto his shaft. Karen felt as if she was being split in half by Harold’s cock. She had never had a cock of that size in her pussy. He was definitely filling her up. When Harold felt his cock hit bottom he pulled Karen’s leg up on his shoulders and pulled his cock almost out of her hot pussy and slowly worked it back in wanting her body to adjust to his size. Karen moaned and worked her hips against him. “Please go faster” she moaned “harder harder.” Harold was glad to comply and started pounding his cock into her hot tight pussy. Karen closed her eyes and just rode with her feelings. She could feel her pussy starting to quake with the pounding her clit was taking from Harold’s huge cock. She arched her back as her muscles tightened and released in the largest orgasm she had ever had. Her pussy clamped on Harold’s shaft as he exploded his load into her hot flowing hole, his cum mixing with her juices. They both collapsed on the bed their passion spent. Harold woke up in the morning and had to stop and think about where he was. The room did not look anything like his hotel room. He looked over and saw Karen next to him and the memories of the night before came racing back. Karen rolled over and the sheet fell off her. Harold studied her sleeping form on the bed. Her breasts were firm and stood proudly even though Karen was laying on her back. Her body was slim and trim. She was a contrast to her sister who had a lush big breasted body. Susan was well built but not in any way fat. Her breasts were as firm as a set of tits that size could be. She was also very repressed sexually. Harold longed for variety, wanting Susan to show some interest, or to take charge of their lovemaking. Susan had never sucked his cock like Karen had. If he had come in Susan’s mouth like he had with Karen the night before she would have killed him, not sucked him dry. Harold felt bad that he had slept with Karen, but he told himself that he had deserved a break. Karen woke up and slid her hand between Harold’s legs and grasped his cock & balls in her warm hand and Harold felt an immediate response. He tried to say something but Karen stuck one of her firm tits into his mouth stopping what he was trying to say. Stroking Harold’s cock to its full length Karen shifted her pussy over it and put its big red head into the tight entrance to her cunt. She slowly worked his big cock into her tight hot hole and started rocking on it. Sitting straight up she moved upward on the shaft until only its head was still in her pussy. Karen stayed in this position for a second and then dropped straight down ramming it to the hilt into her cunt. She started rocking faster and faster on his huge shaft until letting out a scream she shuddered and jerked impaled on the shaft that gave her all the pleasure. Slowly Karen started rocking again working the shaft with her hot velvety hole until Harold unable to hold back any longer exploded into hot cunt. As Karen sat on Harold’s slowly shrinking shaft she looked at him. “I have wanted to have you in my bed for years. I always loved you from the first time Susan brought you home. I knew that she could never make you happy the way you deserved. Harold had no idea what to say but Karen continued. “I know that you will never leave Susan, but I will always be here for you.” And Harold had to admit that she always had been. He had not planned to continue seeing Karen, but he could not stay away. He loved his wife, but he loved her sister also. Their time together was always special, and always different. Their sex life never got boring or dull. They always managed to find time together and for three years things had been perfect until now. Coming back to the present Harold looked at Karen. She had been sitting there watching him and he was not aware of it until now. “What will you do now?” she asked. She was hoping that he would move in with her as she had always wanted. “You know that Susan will never forgive either one of us for what has happened.” Harold looked at her and said “I will pack my clothes and hope she can be convinced to be reasonable, this has been coming for a long time.” “Would it be o k if I stayed with you for awhile?” Karen smiled and walked over to Harold “you can stay here the rest of our lives if you want I love you.” Karen kissed Harold and told him he better go get his clothes before Susan and Michael came back to the house.

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Wizards of Waverly Place

This is a story about the Disney show Wizards of Waverly Place and the Russo family. Alex, the sister, Justin and Max, the older and younger brother, Alex’s friend Harper, and theit parents, Jerry and Theresa. Enjoy, and comment.
The school bell rang, and the students piled out into the hallways on a Friday afternoon.
Alexandra Russo walked through the halls of Tribeca Prep. Her fine young hips swayed from side to side and all of the boys turned to watch her walk by. Her firm ass bounced a little as she walked, eliciting a few wolf-whistles. Alex glared at those who did; she didn’t always appreciate the way people looked at her. Sure, she flaunted her looks a little, but she wanted people to like her for more than that.
I guess these clothes I’m wearing don’t help out that much. She thought to herself. The black yoga pants she wore molded to her body, showing off her long, shapely legs, her curvy hips, and slightly protruding womanly parts. The shirt was tight enough that it showed her flat stomach and breasts to perfection. It was cut low enough that her nipples were a bare 1 inch from popping out.
All in all, her curvy young body was greatly desired by all the boys in school. Except her two brothers, of course. God that would be weird. She had not yet been in bed with a guy, so they were all looking to pop her cherry.
Alex really had no idea if she wanted to have sex yet, but the urges were there. Anytime she looked at a cute guy, she couldn’t help getting a twinge in her stomach. And someplace else.
Especially looking at Jeff Pole.
With is long blond hair, bright blue eyes and athletic body, every time he looked at her it was like he pierced her through. Alex saw him just then, opening his locker. She admired the way his short sleeves showed off his bulging biceps. He turned and saw her staring at him.
Alex looked away quickly and tried to walk by him, but he stopped her.
“Hey Alex.”
“Hi Jeff.”
“Still need help with that Algebra homework?”
“Yeah, I’m not doing so well in that class.”
“I’ve noticed. So do you want to go to the school library and study?”
“Eh, not really. Once the bell rings I’m out of here.”
“Ha. I agree. Would you want to meet at your house? Or mine?”
Alex started to get that tingling in her body, thinking about being alone with Jeff. “Umm my house probably won’t work. I’ll either get pulled into working in the sandwich shop, making clothing with Harper, or if I escape that my brother Max is so annoying that we won’t get anything done.”
“Well my parents aren’t around tonight, so we wouldn’t have any distractions.”
“That sounds better. I’ll be there around six?”
“Perfect. See you.” Jeff closed his locker and walked down the hall toward the door.
Alex started walking toward her own locker, almost shaking with excitement. A whole night with Jeff! I can’t believe it!
The teenager reached her locker and put away her books, except her math one. I’ll need that. She thought, smiling to herself.
“Alex!” shouted Harper Finkle as she ran up to Alex. Harper was Alex’s best friend. More like sister, now that she lived with the Russo’s in Alex’s room. Before she lived in the garage, but it was winter now and that place got freezing. A bit thicker and heavier than Alex’s slim waist and 105 lbs, she was slightly less curvy and weighed about 120. But that didn’t make her that unattractive. She carried her thickness in a way that was sensual. The only thing that detracted from that was what she wore. Right now her dress was made of Doritos.
“Yes Harper?”
“I got us tickets to go see that new movie, Alice!”
“Ohh….”
“Yeah! It’s at seven o’clock tonight!”
“Ohh. I don’t think I can go.”
“What!? Why?”
“I’m going over to Jeff Pole’s house tonight to study math.”
“Alex…you know that boy’s reputation.”
“What about it?”
“You know he’s one of those ‘womanizer’ types.”
“So? He’s cute.”
“Well…just make sure you keep your head about you. Don’t do anything stupid.”
“Like what?”
“Like sex. Not with him.”
“And why not? I’ll have sex with anyone I want to!”
“Have your first time with someone you really care about!”
“I do care about him! You’re just jealous!”
“Why would I be jealous?”
“You know. Our ‘experiments’.”
“What? How could I be jealous of that?”
“Whatever. I’m going to his house tonight, and you can’t change my mind! I’m not saying I’m actually going to have sex, but if it happens, it happens.”
“Maybe I can’t change your mind. But I CAN tell your dad where you are going.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Watch me.”
“Or I could just put a freezing type of spell on you and keep you that way until after. Or I could wipe your memory of this talk. Take your pick.”
Alex could see real fear behind Harper’s eyes and she felt bad about it, but she wouldn’t let anyone influence her life. Because Alex was not just a normal hot teenager. She was a hot WIZARD teenager with spells and potions at her disposal. Of course no one outside of the wizard world was supposed to know about it. But Harper had been such a good friend to Alex that her family-her father, Jerry, her mother Teresa, her older brother Justin and younger brother Max had decided to let Harper in on the secret. And Harper was afraid of their powers.
She could see Harper hesitate, knew she had made her point, slammed her locker shut and walked out the school doors to the alley where she teleported home from.
At home, Alex walked into the Lair to study her magic for the day. Inside, Justin and Max sat on the chairs around the low table, playing wizard chess. Wizard chess was no different than real chess, except for the fact that the pieces responded to voice commands, moved according to commands, and when they attacked the other pieces, they really attacked. Right now, Justin was crushing Max. Not surprising. Max was probably one of the dullest people Alex knew.
“Alex! I almost beat Justin!” exclaimed Max.
“And what universe are you from?” asked Justin.
“I did! I was one move away from a checkmate!”
“You were on move away from a checkmate if we had been playing CHECKERS!”
“Ohhhh.”
Alex shook her head at her brother’s bickering, and Max’s idiocy. She sat down next to Justin on the couch. He wasn’t quite on the far side, more in the middle, so when she sat down her shoulder was touching his shoulder and her knee touching his knee.
“So what trouble are you getting into tonight, Alex?” asked Justin, after commanding his queen to put Max’s king in checkmate. The younger boy threw up his hands in frustration.
“None.”
“Oh sure. It’s a Friday night; your always out doing something prankish.”
Maybe I’ll be doing SOMEONE.
“I’m getting help for math.”
“Really. From who?”
“Jeff Pole,” she muttered under her breath.
“Jeff Pole? The sport jockey?”
“Yes.”
“Alex…you know what those boys are like.”
“Jeff isn’t like that.”
“No? So all the stories I hear in the gym locker room from his own mouth aren’t true?”
“No. And I’m going there to study math, not ‘fool around’.”
“Just make sure you keep it that way.”
“What do you care?”
“You’re my younger sister. Of course I care.”
“You’ve never shown it before. But whatever. What are you doing tonight?”
“I, have a date,” he said in a superior tone.
“One of those nerds, yet again?”
“No! And what do you mean ‘yet again’? It was once!”
“And it wasn’t pretty. Who is she?”
“Isabelle Walker.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not!”
“She would have to be blind. And deaf! To want to date you.”
Isabelle Walker was a junior, the same year of Alex and one year below Justin. But she was one of the most popular and hottest girls in the school, same as Alex herself. Isabelle was a four and a half foot Asian whose breasts probably weighed more than her body herself, rumored to be 43 D size.
“”Not true.”
“Sure. Leave me alone, I want to study.”
Justin fell silent and started yet another game with Max.
An hour later found Alex Russo standing stark naked in from of the mirror that was attached to her door. She ran her hands over her smooth skin, over her firm, perky breasts, her flat, toned stomach, and lower.
Her fingers ran over her pussy lips once, sending a small wave of pleasure through her body. I should really save this for Jeff, if he wants it. Her hand ran over it again. But I suppose once can’t hurt.
Alex continued the passes on her pussy with her hand, the interval between each becoming shorter and shorter each time until her fingers just stayed there. She massaged the lips of her vagina, faster and faster and faster until she felt ready to slip two of her fingers inside. She hadn’t yet been able to put three in, she was too tight.
It became more and more pleasurable and it got harder to keep standing up. Her fingers finally made it all the way in, and she began thrusting in and out. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body as she went faster and faster. Her left hand traveled up her stomach to her right breast were she tweaked and circled the dark, inch wide areola and hard nipple.
The young wizard moaned going yet faster and faster with her hand, picturing in her mind Jeff thrusting in and out of her with his hard cock. She came to her climax then and gasped as her cunt spasmed, forcing her to sit down on the ground. Alex slowed down the motion of her fingers in and out of her pussy gradually, until she stopped and just sat there in ecstasy.
While that was the best orgasm she had ever brought herself to, it paled in comparison to what Harper could do. How does she do it so well? Using her tongue probably helps. I wish I could have a portable mouth that…wait, I could. Create a spell! I’ll have to remember that.
Now it was time to get ready. She opened up her closet doors and shifted through the extensive inventory of items. Alex decided to go with something close to what she had been wearing to school, black yoga pants with a tight, low cut royal blue top. She spent a minute deciding whether or not she should wear a bra. Hmm no, I think I will. I’m not one of those school sluts.
An hour later, Alex stood outside of Jeff Pole’s house with her backpack. It was big, but not huge, squished between two larger ones. Alex walked up the walkway to the stairs and pressed the doorbell. She could hear the shrill noise of the bell ringing through the house, and the patter of socked feet against hardwood floor. The big door swung inward and Jeff stood where the door had been, wearing basket ball shorts and a Nike shirt.
“How’s it going, Alex?”
“Good, Jeff.”
“Ready to do this?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Come on in.”
Jeff stepped back to let Alex by and shut the door behind her.
“Down the hall to the left.”
Following the directions, Alex found himself in a living room with several couched, a coffee table and a large, flat screen TV. Jeff walked past her and sat at the edge of one couch, and motioned Alex to join him.
Alex complied, sitting at the opposite edge of the couch as him.
“What are you doing? We can’t be three feet away to study math! Scoot over here.”
Hesitantly, Alex slid her butt over on the couch to sit a mere foot from him. Jeff slid her way so that their hips were touching. Alex took her math book out of the bag and placed it on her lap.
Jeff helped Alex with her homework for a good half an hour, and then they just sat and talked for about ten minutes. After that, they just sat there in silence. Jeff leaned in slowly, and kissed Alex on the lips. Softly. She didn’t respond, and Jeff pulled away. But Alex put her hands behind his head and pulled him back into a more passionate kiss. Her hands slid down to his chest and she pushed him back over the arm of the couch. Alex swung her leg over Jeff’s hips so she was straddling, as their tongues entwined fiercely.
Jeff slid his hands down her back to the end of her shirt, and pulled it up her back. They parted mouths for three seconds as Jeff pulled the whole shirt off of her. They went back to frenching, tongues all the way in each other’s mouths. Alex moved her hand down Jeff’s chest to the hem of his shirt, taking that off in the same way Jeff had taken hers. Then Jeff put his hands around her waist and lifted her off him, standing her on the floor.
“What are you doi…”
Jeff pulled down Alex’s yoga pants to her ankles and she stepped out of them, revealing her lacy black panties, matching her thin bra. She bent down and grabbed Jeff’s basketball shorts and slid them off of him. She immediately sat back down on his lap, resuming kissing. Alex could feel Jeff’s erection through the thin material of his boxers and her panties, resting on her pussy. She grounded her hips into him, stimulating her clit as well as Jeff’s penis.
Jeff pulled his mouth away from hers and started kissing her cheek, neck and ear. He slid his fingernails down Alex’s back again and Alex shivered under his touch. He reached her underwear and started to pull them off.
“Wait…Jeff…I’ve never done this before. Can we take this slower, please?”
“Don’t worry Alex, I’ve done this plenty f times before,” he replied, in between kissing her neck and chest, moving down lower all the time.
“Really,” she said, pushing herself off of him, sitting back so that he had to stop kissing her and sit back himself. “With who, exactly?”
“Well…several girls.”
“So I’m not that special then.”
“You are! You’re my favorite of them all!”
“Of them all. I wanted my first time to be special! With someone I love and someone who I know loves me!”
“Alex stood up off the couch and grabbed her pants, pulling the tight leggings back on, and did the same with her shirt. She grabbed her backpack and started to run out the door.
“Where are you going?!” Jeff yelled as she left.
“HOME!!” She screamed back, starting to sob. “Thanks for the math help, jerk!”
Alex opened the front door and slammed it behind her. She was so angry that she didn’t bother teleporting home instead she practically sprinted home the mile and a half of New York sidewalk. She got home and immediately ran into her room, storming past her parents and Max in the living room, and threw herself on her bed, crying.
Harper came up a couple of hours later, but didn’t even asking her what was wrong, merely go to the bathroom and get in bed herself.
Justin Russo’s night hadn’t gone that well, either. He had taken his date, Isabella out to see Alice. All had been going fine until he leaned into to kiss her for the first time. A small projectile hit him in the side of the neck as he came within an inch of her lips, and he jerked back and slapped his neck violently. When Isabelle looked at him strangely, he muttered something about a fly and looked around furtively for his assailant. But there was no one sitting behind him in the last three rows.
Justin turned back around and picked up his drink, lifting it to his mouth to take a sip. Another small object hit his cup, at just the right angle to tip the drink, slipping it over Isabelle’s lap. Isabelle stood up abruptly in shock and looked at Justin. She picked up her own drink and dumped it on his head. She walked out of the row and out of the theatre. Justin shrunk back into his seat as the other people in the theatre turned around in curiosity.
He finally gathered his courage and eventually followed Isabelle out of the movie. With his head down his eyes darted to the side to check again for a person sitting behind him, but there was no one.
So Justin went home, took a shower to wash of the Mountain Dew, finished up some homework and hopped in bed.
I really wonder who that was who ruined my evening.
Minutes later, Justin head footsteps go up the stairs and enter the bathroom that was in between his and Alex’s room. Justin’s room was the first door on the right coming up the stairs, with the bathroom and then Alex’s. Max’s room was directly across the hall from the bathroom, and there was a hall closet after that. The hallway then went down for about ten feet and ended with a door on the right, which was Justin’s parents, Jerry and Theresa’s room.
Several minutes later the person excited the bathroom. Who could it be at this hour? Justin rolled out of bed and opened his door slowly. He stepped out onto the carpeted hallway, his bare feet padding silently the few feet to the open bathroom door. He walked inside and looked around, noticing that Harper’s toothbrush was the only one still wet.
I wonder what Harper was doing out so late? Justin turned to walk back out of the bathroom when an object in the trash attracted his attention. A single movie ticket sat on top of the tissues and other trash in the barrel. Justin reached down and picked it up. It was to the move Alice, at the exact same time and exact theatre that Justin and his date had been in.
Odd, I didn’t see her there…oh.
So it had been Harper who had been his mysterious assailant, he thought as he walked back into his bedroom. Not surprising really. Ever since Harper had known the Russo family, she had had a huge crush on Justin, one of the main reasons that he had not liked the idea of her moving into the garage. Now she slept in Alex’s room, because over the winter the weather got too cold to bear, and even though it was late spring, she hadn’t moved back down.
Dammit Harper! Why can’t you leave me and my dates alone! If it hadn’t been for you, I would have gotten that kiss, and most likely more.
The thought of that “more” caused Justin to think about it more, and soon he was sprouting a boner as the blood rushed from his head to his other head. He lifted up his sheet to look at his not-completely-erect boner. I don’t want to deal with this right now.
So he rolled over on his side and tried to ignore it, hoping it would go away and he could sleep. But his mind kept inevitably turning back to his fantasies, and he knew he would never be able to sleep. So he rolled back to his back and brought his hand down to his cock and started to pump it up and down. Justin’s toes flexed as the tingling feeling spread, making him light headed. He could feel the pressure building in his balls and the top of his cock.
At that exact moment, the door to his room opened and Alex stepped in. Justin reached down quickly and grabbed the sheet, pulling it up to his waist. His cock felt to his stomach and the sheet covered it. It was quick enough that he didn’t think Alex saw him jerking off.
“Justin? Are you awake?” She asked in a quiet voice.
“Yeah Alex. What is it?”
“I’m upset and Harper and I had a falling out and she’s not talking to me.”
“Ohhh…”
“Can I stay in here for a little bit?”
“Okaaay…”
“Thanks.”
Alex walked up to the bed and sat down on the left side. From the dim light coming in from the window, Justin could see her back clearly and that she wore only a big tee-shirt that went down halfway between her knees and hips. He couldn’t tell if she wore shorts or underwear under that.
“Not a good night at Jeff’s house?” He asked.
“No, not at all.”
“What happened, exactly?”
“Oh, nothing. Just realized how much of a jerk he is.”
“Ah.”
“How ‘bout yours?”
“My what?”
“Your date.”
“Didn’t turn out to well, either. Someone sabotaged it.”
“Harper?”
“How’d you know?”
“She told me that she had gotten tickets for that movie. Thing is, she never wanted to see it before. So she must have had a higher motive.”
“She did.”
They both fell silent, and Justin wondered when Alex would leave. The problem I his groin area wasn’t curing itself, and he wanted to take care of it. But she didn’t leave. She did something totally unexpected. She lifted the covers with her right hand and pivoted on her butt to slide her legs underneath the sheets, throwing then back over herself. Justin had a twin size bed, so she nudged him with her hips for him to slide over. He obeyed, and rolled to his side, facing away from Alex. Alex rolled over as well and pressed up against his back. Her left arm went over his side and her hand rested on her chest., and her right arm wormed itself under his side and let it lay there. Justin could feel Alex’s breasts pressing up against his back. It wasn’t helping his boner.
You’d better stop that, Justin. It’s getting dangerously close to incest.
But it didn’t stop. He could feel her breathing. Heat it, and feel it in his own chest. They lay there for a good ten minute, and it sounded to Justin that Alex had fallen asleep. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to. He was about o move out from underneath her sleeping embrace, when her hand began to move. In her sleep, Alex’s right hand slowly slid down Justin’s chest, the stomach, and then…
Alex Russo was dreaming. She was spooning with Jeff Pole. He was naked. She slid her hand down hi front side and grabbed his erection. It felt like 5 to 7 inches long. And hard. But then Jeff spoke.
“Alex? Alex what are you doing?”
“Alex? Alex what are you doing?” Asked Justin franticly.
“Wha…what?”
“Alex wake up.”
“What’s the matter…?”
“Let go of me, Alex.”
Alex opened her eyes and realized that it wasn’t Jeff’s cock that she was holding, but her older brothers. She let go quickly.
“Justin, I don’t know what happened. I was sleeping, and…”
“It’s okay Alex, you were dreaming, no fault of yours. Let’s just not have it happen again.” But however Justin could pretend it was wrong; he couldn’t deny how much he liked it. They lay there for awhile, and Alex didn’t move away from her spooning position. Severel minutes into their silence, Alex spoke.
“Justin?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you have an erection?”
“What?”
“Was it because of me?”
“What? No! Of course not. You’re my sister!”
“I know. But still. It would be okay if you did.”
“No it wouldn’t! We’re family! Its incest!”
“I know. But think about it; neither of us can find the right person, who we love and who loves us. And we’re brother and sister. We love each other.”
“Yeah but we’re family. It can’t happen.”
“But…”
“No buts. Now go to sleep.”
Again, they both went silent. Two minutes later, Alex spoke again.
“Well can I at least see it?”
“What?! No!”
“Aw c’mon Justin. I’ve never seen one. And touching it just then was…nice.”
“So?”
“Just roll over.”
Alex pulled her arms away from him and sat up on the bed. Justin rolled over to his back slowly. Alex reached to the corner of the sheet on Justin’s side and peeled it back to his feet. His cock lay there for her to see, lying up at his belly button. She reached out with her right and poked it. It moved, and she smiled. She poked it again and then took hold.
“It’s so…soft. And hard. At the same time.” She squeezed gently, and Justin groaned with pleasure. “I’m guessing you like that.”
“Well…yeah. But we shouldn’t be doing…”
“Shhh.” Alex put a finger to his lips. “It’s okay. What no one knows can’t hurt them, right?”
Alex moved her hand up and down on his shaft, and Justin moaned again. Alex soon picked up the speed of her hand motions, faster and faster, feeling better and better.
“Alex! Alex I’m going to cum soon.”
“Good. I’ve always wanted to watch that.”
She bent down closer for a better look, not knowing just how close Justin was to erupting. He mooaned and groaned until he could hold it in no longer. His hips started to raise of the bed.
“Uhh I’m coming!”
Alex moved her hand faster and faster, and felt the tremors going up his cock. Then it shot its load up in the air, where it hit Alex’s face. The first strand hit her cheek, then her nose, then her forehead and then hair. Instinctively, she bent forward and took the head into her mouth. Justin felt something hot and wet enclose the tip of his dick and opened his eyes to see Alex’s mouth on his cock and started to cum even more. One. Two. Three strands of cum hit the back of her mouth and soon it was filled to the brim. When Justin finally stopped squirting, Alex slowly sat up, mouth open with Justin’s cum slowly dripping out and down her chin. She closed her eyes, closed her mouth and tipped her head back. Justin could see her swallowing. When her mouth was again empty, she bent back down and sucked Justin’s cock until it was clean. When his wilting cock was clean, she sat up and looked at Justin.
“So did I do it right?”
“Well…yeah. But Alex…we shouldn’t have done that. And by the way, you have some on your face.” He raised his hand to her face and wiped the cum off with his finger, and Alex grabbed his wrist, taking the finger in his mouth and sucking it dry.
“Why not?”
“Because! Its wrong, we’re family!”
“So? That doesn’t mean anything. I’m a girl, you’re a boy, we love each other. Nothing wrong with that!”
“I’ve never really thought of it like that.”
“It’s because you grew up believing what our parents told us. You’ve got to go outside their boundaries sometimes to experiment.”
“True.”
“In fact, lets do some more experimenting right now.”
“I’m up for that.”
Alex leaned down and kissed Justin and he kissed her back. He sat slowly up while they kissed, biting each other lips and tongues, tenderly yet with passion. He reached down and took hold of her shirt, lifting it off her head and she raised her arms to make it easier. He could see the plain white panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. IN the moonlight, Justin could see her breasts and his crotch started to stir again. He stopped kissing Alex’s mouth and traveled down, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and her breast. Justin took the right nipple in his mouth and started sucking, flicking it with his tongue. Alex moaned with pleasure and rose up on her knees so that he didn’t have to bend down too far. Justin could tell that she had sensitive nipples by the way she shivered. Justin placed his hands around her waist and slid his pinky’s under the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down. Alex moved her hips from side to side so they slid off easier. They reached her knees and Alex pulled her chest back from Justin’s mouth so she could sit down and let the panties go all the way off. Justin tossed them to the ground.
He could see Alex’s shaven pussy, the slightly puffy lips and the clitoris hood. His heart started racing and it pumped blood faster into his cock at the sight of his first real pussy, and his cock grew to its full seven and a half inches. Alex looked in his eyes and asked “You ready?”
“You bet.”
Justin pushed Alex’s shoulder back on his bead until she was lying flat down, her legs opened slightly. He positioned himself between her legs and put his hands on her knees, pushing them farther apart. Alex reached down and took his cock in her hand, positioning it at the entrance to her vagina. Justin pushed slowly in, making sure not to hurt her. He felt the tip of his cock against her hymen and thrusted forward quickly through it. She gave a short cry of pain, and Justin stopped, just laying on her. When her quick breathing stopped she told him that she was ready and he went in farther until he was all the way in. Then he retraced almost all the way and then back in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. He picked up speed and thrusted harder and faster, and Alex moaned with pleasure, grinding her hips back up into him.
She climaxed and cried out, Justin’s cock awash with her juices. He continued going in and out, until she stopped shaking. When she did, she put her hands on his shoulder and pushed up to the side so that he was lying down. She sat up n him and sat down on his hard cock.
“Now it’s your turn.” She said.
Alex moved her hips up and down, stimulating Justin’s cock and causing him to groan. Her breasts flopped up and down and Justin reached up to grab them, playing and needing them with his hands. Alex moved faster and faster, ass slamming up and down on his thighs. Justin could feel himself starting to climax again for the second time in 30 minutes. He knew he was going to cum in Alex’s pussy soon, and…
“Alex! Stop! I don’t have a condom on!”
But Alex kept moving. “Don’t worry,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m on birth control.”
“What…? Why?”
“Bad periods. Now shut up and just enjoy it.”
Justin did, and felt himself even closer, his bare cock being pleasured with her incredibly tight pussy. “Uhhhh” he moaned, and released. He came, cum filling up Alex’s pussy, dripping back down to the base of his cock. Alex slowed down, milking the last of his sperm. When he stopped, she stopped and collapsed on his chest, both of them breathing hard.
“Did you like it?”
“Absolutely! You amazing Alex, I love you.”
“I love you to, Justin.”
They fell silent, about to fall asleep. Then the door to his room opened. Justin felt his heart stop.
FUCK!
“Um. Guys? What are you doing?” Asked Max, there thirteen year old brother as he came into the room.

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A Family Betrayal Chapter 25

This chapter may not suit some, but it goes with the story. After this one and on I assure everyone the story gets to the point everyone has been waiting for confrontation with evil around the corner meaning those close to Tyrone

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Ginny part 1

Ginny walked very carefully up the stairs. Each step was made with careful consideration. She didn’t want Paul to be aware of her presence just yet. Actually she was dreading the upcoming conversation. She wanted the option of backing out at any time at this point. This had to be done and she knew it, no matter how hard it was. If anyone was going to tell him about it, it would be her.
Paul and Ginny had been best friends since the second grade. He pushed her out of the swing and she had punched him square in the jaw before tightening her blonde pigtails and reclaiming her rightful position on the playground. Somehow after that they were inseparable. He was practically her brother and now he needed help. She gently approached his door, which was ajar. She silently peeked in before speaking. He was sitting cross legged on the floor gently clicking away on his laptop. His credit card rested on his knee as he tapped deliberately with a single pointer finger. She knocked very softly and pushed the door further open. What she saw was appalling. Her life long companion sat in the middle of a room full of dirty dishes. DVDs sat stacked upon empty pizza boxes. She glanced briefly at the covers before looking away in disgust. The barely clad women looked happy to be so, but she imagined that they weren’t really. She imagined a life of drugs and strange men, a life without privacy or love. A few more glances around the room revealed countless copies of every pornographic magazine imaginable. Some of them weren’t even in English. She wondered how he had procured some of these items. She stopped surveying the room and looked at her dear friend. He was still tapping away at his keyboard as if she weren’t standing directly over him. A girl named Brandi was standing, covered only by strategically placed house plants, smiling and inviting Paul to just enter his credit card information and enter her world of forbidden pleasures. Is this what he really wanted; some girl with fake auburn hair and equally fake breasts? It made her feel something strange at the thought that he would rather absorb himself in this airbrushed world then even turn around and say hello to her. She couldn’t identify the emotion exactly but pushed it aside in favor of the reason she came here in the first place.
“Paul…could we please talk for a few minutes?” She said it meekly as she sat on his bed.
“Shoot.” He responded, still while looking at the screen.
“I just thought that you should have a little bit of warning. Your family has organized an intervention on your behalf. They plan to confront you this evening. I know how you hate surprises and I didn’t want you to get angry and say things you really didn’t mean to a room full of people.” She sat awaiting the response to this new information. She waited and watched and saw absolutely nothing. “Paul? They are going to come in here and tell you how you’ve made them all feel and then they are going to take all of this away from you. They will lock you in a room somewhere to get all of the pictures and videos out of this house. They will take your laptop, your credit card, your TV…all of it.”
“Why are you telling me this now? I know you don’t approve either so you aren’t giving me time to hide all of it.” He said it with a cynical tone she had never heard him use towards her before. He said it all while still looking at that laptop.
“I wanted to give you the option of giving it up on your own before they started treating you like a child again. You’re a 21 year old man Paul, you should be given the chance to act like it. You should be given the option to step back and look at yourself and say ‘what am I doing…why am I wasting my life this way?” She had stood up as her words had become more heated.
“I’ve already done that and it doesn’t matter.”
He looked away at the floor briefly before returning his gaze to Brandi. She had had it.
“Will you look at me when I’m talking to you?” she kicked the laptop away from him, forcing his attention up at her finally. She saw that his eyes were red and dry from staring at a computer so long. It broke her heart to see him like this. “Ginny what’s the point? The only girlfriend I ever had was sophomore year. Real girls don’t like me. All I ever am is a great friend or worse-big brother figure.”
What? Had this been his driving force all along? She knew that Becky Fromayer had broken his heart but I guess he never really showed how severe it had been. He had turned to these fake girls after her then. He had thought that fake girls wouldn’t be able to hurt him. They may not have broken his heart, but they certainly had hurt him in other ways.
“You have to be kidding me! Becky Fromayer? That blonde bitch from highschool has turned you into this? Paul…you’re 10,000 dollars in debt you can’t pay off. You don’t leave this room, and you stopped talking to me. To tell you the truth, I feel incredibly selfish, but that’s the part I can’t get past.” Ginny was beginning to tear up, “I miss you. What do I have to do to get you to look at me? Do I have to act like the girls in your videos?”
There was a pause as Paul watched the girl he had shared his life with cry in front of him. He wasn’t sure if what he wanted to say was appropriate, but he wanted to say it anyway.
“Would you?” She just stared at him for a second.
“What?” She almost whispered it. Had she heard him right?
“Would you be like one of the girls in the videos for me? I would throw it all away for that.” Her first instinct was to get angry. The thought that he would view her at her most vulnerable and then make such a request shocked her. Her next instinct was to do exactly as he wished. After all, it had been a bit of a secret desire of her own. Who knew her better? Who had always been there for her? It was an entirely logical match. Without another word she began to unzip her top. She began very reluctantly. She was nervous. At the halfway point she stopped and stared at the floor. She had no idea what she was doing. At 20 years old she’d never had sex before, and had only ever removed her clothes in front of other girls. As she stood there, he slowly rose to his feet and approached her. Their eyes met briefly and he took over where she had stopped. He unzipped the light blue shirt all the way and gently pushed it off of her shoulders, casting it aside. He stood back slightly to take in the sight of her in just a pair of hip hugger jeans and a bra that had been made to look like denim. Her C cups looked absolutely perfect and in proportion with her rather slim waste. She wasn’t model stick thin, but she was by no means fat in any way. He knelt down before her and began unzipping her jeans. She lightly rested a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the garment, on leg at a time. Her lacey red thong panties were a sharp contrast to the blue in her bra. He slowly ran a hand up and down one of her perfectly shaped and smooth legs. The tone of her skin was a porcelain quality that he admired far more than the standard bronzed look of all the girls he was used to. It stunned him for a moment before he finally reached around to unhook the bra keeping him from seeing her breasts in all their glory. The bra fell to the floor and he was unsure if he could contain himself. He stepped back to take her in. She misinterpreted his movement away as disapproval and moved to cover herself.
“No” he said hoarsely as he reached for her arm to direct t away from in front of her nipples. They were beginning to harden with the chill of suddenly being uncovered. She allowed her arms to drop to her side again as he walked in a semi circle around her and then back, roaming over her with his eyes all the while. He couldn’t keep himself back from her any longer and practically charged over to her. He pushed her down to the bed into a sitting position and knelt before her. Without a word between them he leaned in to place one gloriously perfect nipple into his mouth. She let out the sexiest little whispery moan he’d ever heard. He reached up as he gently sucked and grabbed at her breast and with one squeeze her hair fell from the clip it had been held in. She shook it down as she grabbed at his torso. The hem of his shirt was in her hands and she began to lift it slowly. The sensations he was creating as he moved from the first breast to the other were causing her to shudder slightly, making simple movements into difficult tasks. She succeeded in getting his shirt up to his neck, forcing him to break contact with her skin to allow the garment to be pulled free. He took his next opportunity to plant small kisses up her stomach and between her breasts all while laying her down on the bed before him. He began playing with her lacey little underwear, hooking his fingers in near her hips. She giggled.
“Paul…no, that tickles!”
“Tickles huh? Well I’ll fix that.” He swiftly removed the impossibly small red number and continued his kissing in there stead. Her giggle very quickly dissolved into labored breathes. As his mouth approached her now throbbing clit he paused just north of it. He blew gently on it and then moved back up her body. There was no rush. He had waited for this, now she would wait as well. He ran his hands all over her body; touching every part of her, save for the one place she most longed to be touched.
“P…please…” She mustered a plea for an end to the teasing. He whispered into her ear using the breathiest tone he could,
“Please? Please what?” all she could do was whimper in response. He smiled and continues to whisper “Please what Ginny? You have to tell me what you want…I am not a mind reader.”
He had begun to remove his pants and boxer briefs as he whispered. He had to sit back from his whisper torture to fully remove them, revealing to her the thick eight inch rod she was dying for. It surprised her, yet did not discourage her at all to see that he was uncircumcised.
“Please…I want you…please.” That was all he needed from her and he positioned himself over her. She placed a hand on his chest, stopping him momentarily.
“Will it hurt?” He looked into her eyes for a moment before answering her “Probably, but I promise I will be as gentle as I can be.” She nodded and spread her legs for him. He placed himself between her knees and lifted her legs up to his waist. Slowly he placed the tip of his aching member into her impossibly tight pussy. It felt great, but he knew he had to control his urge to just fuck her without regard. She cringed and dug her nails into his arms as he pushed further into her. The first cry of pain made him instinctively pull back.
“I don’t think I can do this” she said with a grimace on her face.
“I promise you, if you just make it through this first part it will be worth it.” He looked at her. She had always been remarkably petite, standing at only 4’ 11” and weighing about a hundred pounds. This act was never going to be an easy first time affair. He looked back at her. “I’m going to start again okay?” She grabbed onto his arms again and nodded back at him. He started slowly pushing back in again. The previous lack of movement had almost made him forget he was inside a warm wet pussy but as soon as he started again, he quickly remembered. The more forward he went, the tighter her faced scrunched, but she had stopped objecting. When he was half buried in her, he decided to pull almost all the way out and start again. Better to ease her into things. Such a small girl was not going to take such a large cock her first go round. To relief on her face was quite visible as he left just the very tip inside her. He started again, this time a bit faster until he hit uncharted territory. Once again, the going was slow but he finally made it all the way inside. He was impressed that she could take an eight inch dick at all, even if it had been slow. Now completely inside her, he wrapped her legs around his waste and began pumping in and out, slowly at first to see if her pain would give way to pleasure. The look on her face slowly relaxed as the pumping picked up speed. It was when she began to moan that he was sure it had worked.
“ooooooh oh Paul” He felt so good now inside of her. The pain had been excruciating but she trusted him and had thus allowed it. She was so glad she had. She had never felt something so incredible before in her life. With each stroke she felt her passion mounting. He picked up the pace. She cried out as the speed increased and increased. Harder faster, he was unstoppable.
“Oh oh oh…oh God don’t stop!!” She screamed and dug her nails into his back, pressing his body onto her own. He was sweating quite a bit by now and panting like a dog. He slowed down a little bit for just a second and then sped up again. He did a couple more times, drawing things out and teasing her. She begged him to finish her off.
“oh God Paul I’m so close. It feels so good!”
“How good.” He replied as he slowed down yet again
“oh don’t stop. Please…its so good Paul. Oh I can feel every inch of you inside me.”
Hearing that made his cock twitch just a little and he knew he was close too. He pulled almost all the way out very slowly as she just whimpered for more and then very very suddenly, he thrust all eight inches of manhood right to the hilt into her pussy. She let out a loud scream as the cock impaled her. He thrust faster and deeper than he had before as she screamed and grabbed at sheets around her. She bucked and thrust her hips up until she went almost entirely rigid. Her orgasm roared through her as her eyes rolled back and her ass lifted off of the bed. Paul felt the already tight pussy walls begin to open and close around his penis and he could no longer contain it. He shuddered as he shot his load deep inside of her. They both shuddered as they remained locked a few moments longer and then he finally pulled out of her. They lay sweaty and spent on his bed.
“So…how did you like it?” Paul asked as he rolled his head to look at her.” She smiled as she continued breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
“Lets do it again.” She said. With a laugh Paul rolled over to kiss her on the neck.
“Maybe later…did you forget my whole family will be here in under an hour?”

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