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Pleasure and Pain (part 3)

It was my turn again and I was nervous as Hell. I didn’t have much choice though did I? Not if I wanted to win that hundred thousand. With only a moment’s further hesitation I clicked on the card and watched it turn over.
I visibly sagged with relief when I saw it said pleasure.
“There you go Justin,” Jillian said supportively as she clapped me on the shoulder.
I rolled the dice. 2. Crap. Well I suppose any number on a pleasure card was better than pain.
“Have a player of the opposite gender give you a nude back massage. You must lie on your stomach and they must sit completely nude on your butt. This activity lasts for one minute.”
It may have only been a 2, but it didn’t seem so bad.
I looked at the three girls. Jessica was still the only one that was completely clothed. I needed to change that.
“Jessica,” I said pointing at her. “I want you to give me the massage.”
“You just want me out of my clothes,” she said with a smirk as she started to undress.
I watched raptly as she first removed her shirt and then her bra, exposing her fantastically large knockers.
Then she slipped out of her skirt and panties before kicking her shoes off. She did it all so fast that I didn’t really had a chance to appreciate her nakedness before she told me to lie down. I guess there would be plenty of time for me to stare at her later.
As I lay down, I was careful not to bang up my swollen nuts on the hard wooden floor. I rested my head on the back of my hands as I felt Jessica sit on my ass.
Her pubic hair tickled and scratched my butt as she wiggled around looking for a comfortable position.
I felt my dick start to stiffen again. This was not a good time to be getting a woody. Being crushed up against the floor the way it was, it had no room to grow.
“Ready, and go.” Jennifer started the clock and Jessica started my massage.
I’m guessing she didn’t have much experience giving massages, but it felt nice just the same. Just the idea of a hot naked girl rubbing her hands all over my body was quite pleasant. And the fact that she was starting to rub her groin back and forth along my ass only heightened my pleasure (and hers I’m sure).
As she worked, her hands crept from up near my neck down towards my lower back and then to the top of my ass. When she started to gently knead the top of my ass cheeks I felt my dick begin to stir again. I was beginning to wish that we had a couch in here. For the last 30 seconds of the massage, I had to split my focus between the pleasant sensations that Jessica was causing me, and not getting a boner. I was actually relieved when it was over and she got off of me as my dick was really starting to hurt. It seemed just my luck that even my pleasure cards would bring me pain.
After Jessica had gotten off me I stood up myself. That’s when I felt the unmistakable sensation of liquid running down my butt and the back of my thighs. Jessica’s pussy had leaked all over me! I suppose I wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed the massage.
Jillian was already at the computer clicking on her action card when I walked over.
“Pleasure again,” she said as she rolled the dice. She got a three, and the words appeared.
“Make out with the player of your choice for 30 seconds. No groping is allowed.”
She looked at me hungrily for a second, and then turned to my sister. “Get over here Jennifer!” she demanded.
“What!?” Jennifer startled. “You want to make out with me?”
“Yeah, baby,” Jillian said huskily.
Jennifer’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, but no sound came out. She was totally flabbergasted.
All of a sudden, Jillian burst out laughing. “Oh, I can’t believe you fell for that,” she screamed as she clutched her sides. Tears were streaming down her face she was laughing so hard. “You should have seen the look on your face; it was priceless!”
“Yeah, yeah, very funny,” Jennifer responded, no real anger in her voice. She was too relieved that she wouldn’t have to kiss Jillian to be too angry.
“So who do you really want to kiss?” Jessica asked.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jillian said as she wiped her tears away. “The man with the magic tongue,” she said indicating me.
I blushed at this reference to what had happened earlier. I guess she was hoping that I could use my tongue to bring as much pleasure to her mouth as I was able to bring to her pussy. I hoped so too. I hadn’t had all that much experience kissing, but by all accounts I did a decent job. Granted, I was kissing girls my own age, not someone older like Jillian who was bound to have more experience than me.
“Alright, Justin, show her what you got,” Jessica said as Jillian strode over to me.
As Jillian wrapped her arms around my waist, I put my hands around her upper back, which to my consternation was still covered by her shirt. I would have to fix that at some point. As we drew close for the kiss, I felt my dick press up against her stomach. I quickly bent my knees a little, and suddenly my dick was nestled between her naked thighs, right up against her pussy. I was instantly hard, and Jillian parted her thighs and then closed them again around my dick so that it was trapped between them. I was so close to cumming and we hadn’t even started kissing yet!
Finally she placed her lips against mine and we started kissing. It was only closed mouth so far, but it was still absolutely amazing. But my lips weren’t the only thing feeling incredible sensations. While we were kissing I was thrusting my hips backwards and forwards, causing my dick to slide in and out of the warm tight spaced that her closed thighs had formed.
After two or three seconds of this, Jillian darted her tongue past my lips and into my mouth. The instant that happened I came. Like a fire hose. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t remain standing, and I fell to the floor as my dick continued to pump.
“Oh my gosh,” Jillian exclaimed, hand over her grinning mouth as I continued to lie there, spasming in pleasure.
“Hey, the thirty seconds aren’t up yet,” Jessica said, making no effort to cover her own grin.
“But-” Jillian began as she looked at me. Then, shrugging her shoulders, she got on her knees and crawled on top of me.
I was still experiencing aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life. I had been knocked insensate from the pleasure and was completely unaware of anything until I felt someone kissing my lips. I opened my eyes and saw Jillian once again trying to find every spot in my mouth with her tongue. I could feel the weight of her body on mine, her large breasts pushing pleasantly into my own chest, her warm legs resting on my own.
My hands instinctively wrapped around her as I snuck my own tongue into her mouth. I immediately noticed the taste of toffee. Why did girls mouths always taste like candy? As our tongues started dueling, I slid my hands down her back. I knew I wasn’t allowed to grope, but the card said nothing about me just resting my hands on her ass.
If I was to express how I felt laying there, I would have to say perfect contentment. Which is why I found it so difficult to let her up when Jessica called time.
With a groan of disappointment, Jillian released her lips from mine and got off of me.
I took a moment to stare at her bare pussy before I got up myself. It was coated in cum. So was the bottom of her shirt. So was my stomach for that matter. I must have cum all over myself, and when she lay down on top of me, she must have gotten it on herself as well.
“Hey Jillian, you look a bit sticky,” Jessica said as she pointed to Jillian’s nether regions.
“What?” Jillian said as she looked down. “Oh, gross,” she said as she spotted my goo on her. “It’s on my shirt too.”
“Let me get some tissues so that you can clean off a bit,” Jessica said as she headed for a box of tissues on the bookshelf.
“No that’s okay,” Jillian said as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “This is going to have to go in the wash now anyway.” Then she proceeded to lift her shirt over her head. I almost came again as she revealed a flat stomach and a pale green bra that was forming the most amazing cleavage. She then took the shirt and proceeded to wipe her groin with it. A moment later, satisfied that she had removed all of my cum from her nether regions, she threw the shirt into the corner of the room and grinned at me. “I think that’s the first time that anyone’s ever cum from one of my kisses before.”
I blushed terribly at that. “It wasn’t the kiss that did it,” I said rather embarrassedly. “It was the
 you know.”
“Why, I’m not sure I know what you mean,” Jillian replied coyly as her grin got even larger.
I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just stood there blushing until Jessica announced that it was Jennifer’s turn.
Jennifer wasted no time clicking on her action card. This time however, she was greeted with bad news. “Pain,” she said somewhat nervously.
“Hey, look on the bright side,” Jillian said. “At least you can’t get kicked in the nuts.”
“Yeah,” Jessica agreed. “It can’t be nearly as bad as that.”
“I guess we’ll find out,” Jennifer said as she rolled the dice.
The dice came up 4 and the words appeared. “Have one of the other players give you five slaps on the ass with a flat bottomed shoe. This action requires you to remove the rest of your clothes which will remain off for the rest of the game.”
“How boring and traditional,” Jessica yawned.
I didn’t think so. It meant that my sister would very shortly be completely naked. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure; one man’s pain is another man’s pleasure.
“Why did it say ‘the rest of my clothes?’” Jennifer asked. “How does it know I’m not wearing all of them?”
“It’s a computer program,” I piped up. “It must be keeping track.”
“I guess that makes sense,” Jennifer said as she stood from the chair.
She placed her hands on the waistband of her skirt and hesitated. “Justin, look away,” she said.
“What? Why? I’m gonna be seeing you naked anyway. What’s the big deal?”
“Just because you’re going to be seeing me naked, doesn’t mean you need to see me undress. A girl’s got to have a little privacy.”
“Whatever,” I replied nonchalantly as I turned around. I may have sounded casual about it, but I was actually quite upset. Not that it mattered too much I suppose. Like I had said, I would be seeing her completely naked in a second.
“Okay, you can look again,” Jennifer said after a moment.
I turned around, and almost fainted. My sister was gorgeous! Sure, I had seen her in bikinis plenty of times, and she had been topless for the past 20 minutes. But this was something else. She had a completely smooth shaven pussy with prominent lips that just begged to be sucked. Not that I necessarily wanted to go that far with my own sister, but you couldn’t help but notice them. And she had one of those sexy tan lines where everything is bronzed except for the small whitish area that the bikinis bottoms covered.
It was only at this moment that I realized that neither my sister nor Jessica had tan lines on their breasts. In fact, Jessica didn’t have them anywhere. Of course Jillian burned so easily that she never sunbathed, so she was pale even though it was summer time, but I wondered just how Jessica and my sister got such complete tans. Definitely something to look into.
“Okay,” Jennifer said, “we need a shoe.” A moment later she found her own discarded shoe and handed it to Jillian. “Five hits,” she said.
My hand started heading towards my stiffy, but at the last second I realized that might not be a good idea. Instead I grasped my hands behind my back and waited for the action to start.
“Do you need me to bend over?” Jennifer asked.
“No this should be fine,” Jillian replied as she walked behind her friend. “You ready?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Jillian swung the shoe back and slammed it into my sister’s round, plump ass.
“Ungh,” Jennifer groaned as the shoe made impact.
“One,” Jessica said, apparently taking upon herself the responsibility of counting.
Swing. Ungh. Two.
Swing. Oww! Three.
I was mesmerized. Every time Jillian swung the shoe into my sister’s supple ass it jiggled deliciously. Like Jello. The type you wanted to stick your face into.
Swing. OWW! Four.
My sister’s ass was beginning to turn red. Nice.
Swing. AHHH!! Five.
And that was it. Jillian dropped the shoe back on the floor. “Are you okay?” she asked my sister gently.
My sister turned around as she started massaging her ass. “Well, it’s the first time I’ve gotten a spanking in almost ten years, but I think I’ll live. I just won’t be sitting down for the next few minutes.”
Jessica went next. Like Jillian, she got her second pleasure card. The dice came up 4.
“Have two people do anything you want for your enjoyment other than oral sex or intercourse for 30 seconds.”
“Hmm,” Jessica mused. “Very interesting.” She paused in thought for a moment. “You know, I have to admit, that when Jillian asked to kiss Jennifer it got me excited. I want to see that.”
“Ha ha Jessica,” Jennifer began. “That joke’s already been played.”
“Who’s joking?” Jessica remarked innocently. “I’m not joking. I really want to see you and Jillian make out. Or I could just ask you to make out with your brother.”
Jennifer looked at me. It looked as though she might find that preferable. Jessica noticed this too and put a stop to it before it could lead anywhere.
“No, on second thought, you have to make out with Jillian.”
“But why?” Jennifer moaned as she started walking towards Jillian, a look of dejection on her face.
“Because sometimes I just like to be mean, that’s why.”
“Yeah, well you’re being a real bitch alright,” Jennifer agreed.
It suddenly occurred to me that through this entire altercation, Jillian hadn’t said anything. She looked as if she was simply waiting to kiss Jennifer. Not in an overly eager way or anything, but she certainly didn’t look sick about it like Jennifer did. This was something else I was going to have to look into.
Jennifer approached Jillian, and for a moment she couldn’t figure out where to put her hands. This was a girl that she had hugged a million times before, and now she was treating her like a hot stove. Finally her hands came to rest awkwardly on Jillian’s shoulders.
Jillian on the other hand, easily slipped her own hands around Jennifer’s waist.
Jessica stepped right next to them. “I wanna see tongue too, okay?” Jennifer didn’t say anything to this, but she did flash Jessica a nasty look.
Jessica picked up my stopwatch. “Ready, begin.”
Jillian made the first move, bringing her face right up to Jennifer’s and pursing her lips out so that they just touched her friend’s. After a moment of contact that met with no resistance, Jillian mashed her lips into Jennifer’s a little harder and started rubbing them around.
Like a switch had been flicked, Jennifer finally started moving. She started to rub back and this seemed to really excite Jillian, who suddenly grabbed Jennifer’s lower lip between her teeth and started to nibble on it. Jennifer moaned, which caused her to blush, as she was still in denial that she could actually be enjoying herself as she kissed another girl.
Taking the moan as a affirmative, Jillian moved in for the kill. She thrust her tongue straight into Jennifer’s mouth, where Jennifer proceeded to suck on it quite vigorously. This caused Jillian to start moaning and shivering, and her hands, which had been resting on Jennifer’s lower back, slid down to Jennifer’s naked ass where they gently massaged her luscious globes.
Although they had only been going at it for ten seconds, they had already reached such a frenzied state that had an earthquake began at that moment, they would have dismissed it as their racing hearts.
Jennifer’s hands finally relaxed and likewise slid down to Jillian’s butt. And while she wasn’t exactly massaging it, it didn’t look like she was planning on letting go any time soon.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. Watching my hot, nude sister make out with her equally gorgeous friend was too much for me to take. I was stroking my dick for all I was worth. The two girls were oblivious of course, but Jessica noticed and gave me a smirk. I didn’t care who saw though. This was one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. In fact I was enjoying it so much, my eyes started to close involuntarily from the pleasure, even though this kind of impeded my view.
I was half gone with lust and pleasure, stroking my meat with utter abandon, when a voice startled me out of my self service.
“Did you enjoy the show little brother?”
I looked up to see that Jennifer and Jillian had finished their make out session, and now all three of the girls were watching me stroke my dick with large grins on their faces.
For some reason, even though I was currently experiencing the most humiliating moment of my life, my dick seemed to enjoy the attention, because the next thing I knew, I was spurting again.
My first blast shot out like a cannon, spraying in a straight line from the bottom of my sister’s breasts right down to her belly button.
She squealed and jumped out of the way, exposing Jessica as a target.
Like a homing missile, my second shot, which was even more intense than the first, sprayed Jessica directly across the face, getting both her cheeks and her nose with a copious amount of my creamy white fluid.
My next four spurts could have ended up on the moon for all I knew because I was so lost in pleasure that everything else ceased to exist for me.
I must have been laying there for close to a minute before I was able to open my eyes again. The first thing I saw was Jennifer handing Jillian’s already soiled shirt to Jessica, who proceeded to wipe her cum-soaked face with it.
“I guess that answered my question,” Jennifer said to me with a giggle as she scooped some of my cum out of her belly button.
Jessica finished wiping her face and threw the now completely cum covered shirt back on the floor.
“If you cum on me again, I’m gonna rip your dick off.” Even though she said it like she meant it, there was a sparkle in her eyes that I didn’t quite know how to interpret. She looked at the other two girls. “I’m going go wash the rest of Justin’s cum off my face. We’ll start round 3 when I get back.”
I just lay there and stared at the three girls, completely unmoving. This had turned into the best day of my life, and I definitely wanted more, but I don’t think I had enough energy left in me to scratch my nose, let alone play 8 more rounds of this game. This thought was making its way through my head as I drifted to sleep.

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Sandra and her daughter Amanda

This is my first story, so I hope someone likes it. I hope it’s not too long. The whole purpose of this story is to arouse your senses. Please give comments, but try and be constructive with them, thanks. I wasn’t an English major in college, so I hope you’re not turned off if there are a few grammatical mistakes.Chapter One
It started a few months ago after Sandra and her daughter Amanda moved in next door. I’ve been a widower for nine years and haven’t remarried. I live in an upscale neighborhood with my eighteen year old son Josh. In fact, I haven’t really been out on many dates in those nine years, so when my sexual urges build to a point I can no longer contain them, I find release in watching porn or flipping through men’s magazines while I relieve myself. I’m not particularly proud of dispensing my manhood in this way, but I’ve found it difficult to get serious with another woman after the loss of my wife. I don’t think I could survive another lose and go through the heart ache and pain again. I know my son Josh wouldn’t mind if I found another woman and has encouraged me on many occasions to date. Subconsciously, I think the thoughts and feelings of that pain has always sabotaged any new relationship.
A few weeks after Sandra and Amanda moved in, I was getting ready for bed and had turned out my bedroom lights. My bedroom window is up on the second floor and faces the new neighbor’s house. It was pretty late, as I tend to stay up and work or read a book before bed, so I thought it odd there was light coming from the house next door. I looked over at my clock and realized it was well past 2am. I hadn’t really gotten to know Sandra and her daughter Amanda all too well since they moved in, so I wasn’t really sure what was normal for them. With all my other neighbors, I knew just about every aspect of when they got up to when they went to bed as we’ve all lived on the same street for many years.
Sandra looked a few years younger than I was and her seventeen year old daughter Amanda looked a lot like her. They both were absolute knock outs and could almost pass as sisters. Sandra was about 5′ 7″ and looked to weigh around 125 pounds with a very narrow physique with nice firm 34C breasts. It was obvious she was no stranger to working out and staying fit. She had beautiful blonde hair, gorgeous facial features and the most stunning emerald green eyes. The night after I meet her for the first time, I had wacked off hard to the thought of fucking the hell out of her.
Her daughter Amanda was following in her mother’s footsteps and was just a younger version with the exception of her breasts. Amanda had what looked to be the most amazing set of 34DD breasts. She was just as tall as her mother and every bit as toned and fit, but her breasts just stuck straight out. She was always wearing tight fitted tops so it was really hard not to stare. It’s wrong to desire a young woman of her age with me being in my forties, so I stayed focused on her face when I spoke to her as to not give off a perverted old man vibe. I’m not ashamed to admit I’ve woken up and remembered dreaming about sliding my 8″ cock through those firm mounds and shooting my cum all over her face.
I think my son Josh has a thing for Amanda. What horny eighteen your old high school senior wouldn’t? He’s always trying to catch glimpses of Amanda out by their pool in the backyard wearing a bikini. Heck I’ve even tried to sneak a peek from time to time. He even moved his weight bench from the garage into our backyard in hopes she’ll notice him lifting weights. I’m all for it if it will help him land that young piece of ass. Unfortunately, Amanda already has a boyfriend from the town they moved from and he visits from time to time. I can usually sense a little extra frustration with Josh whenever Amanda’s boyfriend is visiting. Since he would have to drive many hours to see her, her mother seems to allow him to sleepover. No doubt the idea of them hooking up was probably adding to Josh’s frustration.
As I looked down at the neighbors window, I noticed the blinds were slightly open and I could sort of make out movement in the room. Being up on the second floor made it difficult to see into the room. I knew it was really none of my business and I shouldn’t be looking, but in all honesty who doesn’t stare at their neighbors from time to time? I decided to head downstairs to see if I could find a window which would give me a better view to see what was going on over at the neighbors at 2am. Unfortunately, none of the downstairs windows lined up well with the neighbors window and I still couldn’t get a good look. My curiosity got the better of me, so I slipped on a pair of slippers and headed for the back door in my pajamas. Thoughts of being arrested for being a peeping-tom came to mind, but I figured since there were some tall shrubs between our houses which blocked the view from the street it would be almost impossible for anyone to see me looking in the window.
I slowly opened the backdoor and headed around to the side of the house. It was very dark and I was careful not to run into anything and make noise. I slowly crept closer and closer to the neighbors window. As I got closer I started to hear a faint moan, it sounded almost like a quiet whimper. I got up to the window and what I saw caught me by surprise. Amanda was completely naked sitting on a couch, in what appears to be a den, starring at a television screen with her legs spread far apart sliding a dildo in and out of her tight little pussy. Her nipples were hard and stood straight out on top of the most magnificent pair of breasts. She was thrusting her pelvis up and down in unison with the pounding of the dildo and every few seconds she would give out a faint cry of pleasure. It was obvious she was trying to remain as quiet as possible perhaps not to wake her mom.
I starred at Amanda pleasuring herself as if in a trance for a few minutes. How beautiful her pussy looked. It was almost completely shaven with just a small narrow blonde patch just above her slit. Her lips were wet keeping the dildo well lubricated. Slowly I became aware my own cock was fully erect and was demanding attention. Without hesitation I pulled down my pajamas and underwear just far enough to free my manhood. As I slowly started to stroke my cock I thought about being in the room with Amanda. I imagined walking in, yanking that dildo from her pussy and shoving my own cock into that tight wet hole in its place. God how warm and tight it looks. I matched her rhythm of pumping in and out with my stroking creating an illusion, in my mind, of a connection between her movements and mine as if we were both fucking each other.
With her free hand she grabbed her left breast and pulled it towards her mouth and started licking her nipple feverishly. This seemed to send her over the edge as I could tell she was on the verge of orgasm as she franticly started rubbing the dildo against her clit. Next she started saying quietly, “Fuck me Josh, fuck me. Oh oo oo yes, yes, that’s it. Oh god fuuuck meeee.” This was all too surreal for me as I felt my own orgasm about ready to burst. The thought of this girl wanting to fuck my son and my son getting to actually fuck this unbelievable tight piece of ass took me so far over the edge. I started shooting cum out of my cock in thick streams, like I’ve never done before, as Amanda gave out one last squeal and her body convulsed in waves of pleasure.
Amanda lay there on the couch for a few minutes with the most unbelievably relaxed look on her face. Her skin was glistening in the light from her perspiration which made her look even more amazing. I stood there starring at her for what seemed like forever with my spent cock in my hand. I can’t believe I just watched this goddess pleasure herself right in front of me. This was so much different than a movie or a magazine. This was all too real and this girl lived next door. I knew, whatever this was, it wasn’t going to last much longer and soon I’d be forced to retreat back into my house with only my memories. I’d probably relive this moment over and over many times in the future when I masturbated. How could I not? I definitely needed to encourage my son to step up his game and go after Amanda. She might be totally out of my reach as she’s way too young, but he could at least have fun fucking her brains out. I started to back away from the window when Amanda got up from the couch and headed over to the television. It wasn’t until she popped out a DVD, did I realize I hadn’t once turned to look at the TV to see what she was watching.
I slowly crept around to the back of my house and into the backdoor, the whole while wondering what imagines this young girl liked to watch as she pleasures herself. The very thought started to stir my manhood again. What was she into? What made her pussy wet? I had to find out.Chapter Two
As you could probably imagine the next night I was peering out my bedroom window every few minutes waiting and hoping the light would turn on over in the neighbors den. I wanted to see Amanda again. I needed another look at her amazing body to help seer the vision of her into my mind forever. I also was curious to know what was on the DVD and what turned her on. She looked like an all American teenage beauty queen, so she was probably into your typical football stud screws the cheerleader type movies.
I was about to give up for the night, when a light clicked on over at the neighbors house. However, it wasn’t coming from the den, but from a window that faces the backyard. I could see light shining on the ground in their backyard. Not wanting to miss a single second of any new performance, I quickly threw on my slippers and headed down the stairs and straight to the backdoor. A moment later I found myself peering into the neighbor’s backyard from behind a bush trying to get a look into the window. I quickly a shade had been pulled on the window, so it would be impossible to get a good look at Amanda’s amazing body. I really wanted another chance to see her young tight body, wet inviting pussy and two of the most amazing breasts. If only I were twenty years younger, I’d be trying very hard to get with her. To see her naked is one thing, but to actually taste and smell her sex on top of that would be mind blowing. I need to push my son to ask her out, so I could live vicariously through him. It would also be nice to see Amanda around and up close. Also, the thought of interacting with her mother, Sandra, also had me thinking about the possibility of where that could lead.
As I was about to turn and head back to my house, I noticed shadows in the window. I couldn’t make out who they were, but I could definitely see them as their shadow cast an image on the fabric shade. It looked like it might be Amanda and a guy standing in the room in an embrace holding each other close while kissing. Perhaps Amanda’s boyfriend had arrived and was spending the night. I wonder if the mother knew her daughter was awake and downstairs making out with her boyfriend. I was intrigued at how far their romantic escapade might take them, so I continued to watch hoping it would get interesting. After kissing for a while, they started to slowly undress each other and seductively kiss each newly exposed area. As Amanda’s bra was removed, her nipples were clearly seen protruding from atop her breasts as tiny silhouettes on the thin shade. It was clear she was excited and my mind was excited at the possibility of actually seeing Amanda getting fucked, even if it was just a shadow.
My cock was ragging in my pajamas and needed to be released. Since I had enough cover behind a bush, I pulled down my pajamas and took a firm grip on my manhood. I stroked slowly as I continued to watch the show unfold in front of me. Amanda knelt down and undid her boyfriend’s pants and pulled them to the floor. She leaned in and appeared to be taking small bites of his cock into her mouth through his underwear. I imagined the feeling of having Amanda’s mouth hungrily nibbling on my cock while anticipating having her put it into her warm, wet mouth. She slowly lowered his underwear and took hold of his cock as it sprung free. Licking vigorously she covered his shaft with her wet tongue before taking it all into her mouth. I couldn’t hear, but I imagined the sounds of her sucking his cock in and out of her mouth. I looked down at my own engorged cock and wished her lips where wrapped around my manhood. I imagined the excitement of looking down into her wanting eyes as I felt the back of her throat on the head of my cock. In my mind, she was right there in the backyard with me, sucking feverishly wanting to please me.
I looked up to see what else was transpiring in the window and was scared still as a shadow emerged from around the other side of the neighbor’s house and moved into the backyard. The thought of being caught flashed through my mind. Here I was standing behind a bush in the neighbor’s backyard with my member in my hand jacking off. How would I explain this? All the neighbors would find out and I’d never live this down. As the shadowy figure came into the light, I was surprised to see it was Amanda wearing nothing but panties and a bra. How could she have gotten outside so quickly, I thought? I looked at the window and was even more surprised to see the couple still going at it. It quickly dawned on me the girl in the window wasn’t Amanda, but her mother Sandra. The mother was giving an amazing blow job to some lucky guy. Who was the guy?
Amanda walked over to the window and stood watching the action. I moved back behind the bush as far as I could go and stood frozen trying not to move or even breath load; hoping I wouldn’t be detected. I didn’t even want to risk bending over to pull up my pajamas, so here I stood in the dark behind a bush with my cock in my hand. After a minute or two, I peered around the bush to see if Amanda was still in the backyard. She had moved from the window over to a lounge chair and was laying back watching the window with great interest. I noticed she had one hand down under her panties touching herself and had completely removed her bra exposing her large breasts. I couldn’t believe it. Not only was the mother inside giving a guy a blow job, but the daughter was outside watching and once again I got to see Amanda’s amazing body in the dim light coming from the window.
My mind was racing. Part of me wanted to play it safe and while Amanda was distracted, to move slowly and quietly back over to my house. However, I was a guy and there was no way I was going to pass up an opportunity to witness something so unbelievably hot my dreams don’t even compare. In the window the guy now had Sandra bent over with her hands on the couch with her ass up in the air and was slowly inserting his cock into her waiting pussy from behind. I could see her gorgeous breast dangling beneath her and wished I could be laying under her sucking on them. I’ve always had a special thing for nice firm breasts and love it when a girl is over me and they’re dangling in my face. My manhood was throbbing so hard from all the stimulation my hand once again started moving back and forth over its length. Most guys have a certain primitive animal instinct, where once they’ve been over stimulated, their rational mind shuts down and they’re willing to do just about anything to satisfy that animal urge. After they’ve finished they’ll feel some remorse, but over time they’ll learn to justify it because the desire to experience the feeling again and again is too strong. For example, I know it is wrong to want to have sex with Amanda as she is too young, but the more I see her in a sexual context the more aroused I get, the animal instinct takes over and I lose sense of right and wrong; at this point all I can think about is fucking her and shooting my seed deep into her young pussy. The feeling can get so strong most guys wouldn’t even mind if the girl got her pregnant when they’re in that state of mind. I don’t think I would go so far as to rape her, but if the opportunity presented itself I’m really not sure if my mind could say no.
Amanda was now moving her fingers in and out of her pussy faster and faster. Her nipples were hard, erect and looked so inviting from a distance. I would give anything to be able to touch them and suck on them and play with her nipples in my mouth. I’m not sure if women are aware, but real men aren’t totally about just fucking and making themselves feel good. When a guy is totally lost in a girls beauty he can sit for hours starring at her fantasizing about her body and how good it would feel to touch, to hold and to caress. I was so lost in Amanda’s beauty that I could sit and just caress her body and be satisfied.
I could hear a combination of a soft moan coming from her mouth and the wetness of her fingers banging in and out of her cunt as they rubbed up against her clit. At this point I didn’t care if I was caught or not, I rapidly stroked my cock hoping to build to the point an eruption would send me into sexual bliss. The pure animal in me was coming out and I needed to release the tension before I did something stupid. I needed to cum. My eyes were transfixed on both the beauty of Amanda’s naked body lying before me and her mother’s fine ass in the window getting slammed from behind.
Amanda’s moaning got louder and louder as she was building and building to her own inevitable sexual bliss. From her panting lips she whispered, “Oh Josh, yes, yes, fuck my little pussy with your big cock.” I made another mental note to come up with some crazy reason to send Josh over to the neighbor’s house in the morning. Josh needed to start tapping this girl. The only way he was going to do it is if he actually got to know her more. She was the type of girl most guys would never dream of getting and here she was saying his name while she pleasured herself. I felt like my son had just won the lottery. I almost wanted to sit him down and be straight with him and tell him flat out, “She wants to fuck you. I want you to march right over there and don’t come back until you’ve fucked her brains out.” However, I knew as his father I could never be so blunt. Also, it made more sense for him to try and establish a real relationship with her. Having hot meaningless sex is great, but it would be even better to have romantic passionate sex with the girl of your dreams if she was all yours and committed to you.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Amanda cried. In the window, the guy grabbed onto Sandra’s ass with both hands, gave her a quick slap on the ass and then really started to pound her hard. I could see she had one of her hands up between her legs now; most likely rubbing her clit with a finger or two. It wouldn’t be long before all four of us came. I wondered who could hold out the longest. I could see Amanda’s mother in the window start to shake and her torso moved up and down as her free hand cupped her breast. Her head fell forward and her body shook in what looked like a powerful orgasm. He continued fucking her for a few more moments before he lifted up onto his tippy toes and stopped mid stroke deep in her pussy. After a brief pause he let go of his tight grip on her ass and pulled out of her as she turned around quickly and dropped to the floor in front of him. He grabbed his cock, stroked it a few times and then exploded all over her. She didn’t turn away and even opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to take in his seed. This was too much for me to handle. This was way better than watching porn.
I immediately turned back to Amanda to see her reaction of her mother having hot cum shot in her face, in her hair and into her mouth. “Dammit Josh, don’t stop with my mom, come out here and cum in my face too,” she yelled as she toppled forward with her fingers still jammed deep inside her. “Fuck meeee,” came out of her mouth as she collapsed into bliss. Did I hear her right? Did she just call the guy in the window Josh? Was my son inside the neighbor’s house fucking the mother? The thought was enough to send me over the edge. I was beyond all self control and the animal had completely took over and I failed to stop myself from grunting, “Amanda” as I erupted with a thick stream of cum shooting from my cock. Euphoria quickly fell over me as my body shook and I voiced out loud what my brain was thinking at the moment, “open your mouth for me and take it.” My hand continued to jerk back and forth across my now hyper-sensitive cock as the last spurts of cum shot out.
When I came to my senses, I looked up to realize Amanda had rolled to her side and was starring straight at me. To my surprise she had a wicked grin on her face. I thought to myself, “What have I gotten myself into?” Amanda sat up and motioned for me to come over to her.
To be continued…

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Taking Pictures of My Mom – 2

Taking Pictures of My Mom – 2

Molly, (the mom)


as I yelled uncontrollably I felt the hot rush of dad Johnny’s cum shooting in my mouth. It was so intense I started to climax big as uncle Berry pushed his hardon in my back hole
..

Dad Johnny bucked and moaned as he shot cum filling my mouth. My hands on his butt cheeks pulled with him to keep going and going. My back hole felt uncle Berry push deep in me as he fucked me. I felt warm cum being injected in me.

.I couldn’t help but pucker down hard on him as he too moaned and fucked me hard. He shot and shot in me as I had intense trembles from head to toe throughout my body



I only remember wanting a lot more of this
 as we all remained locked together panting.

.After a while. Uncle Berry got up slowly and got the video camera and came over for close ups. Dad Johnny was still in my mouth as I savored his cum and then swallowed it down. Uncle Berry got a shot of himself putting his hardon in my pussy and fucking me some. Dad Johnny got off me and took the camera and shot Uncle Barry and I fucking like wild animals.

. The fact that I was on camera just intensified my now wild lust for him. We squirmed and moaned as we fucked. I reached over and jacked Dad Johnny while Uncle Berry fucked me hard and deep in my pussy.

.I was having the best most exciting time of my life. I loved all the attention from the guys. I loved being filmed and now fulfilling my personal desires. It was giving me a wild feeling inside of lust for them
. gone wild. I was going to give uncle Barry the best fuck of his young life.

 I moaned in his ear, I felt and pulled on his body. I wrapped my legs tightly around him and squeezed him with my pussy.

I thought the poor guy was going to pass out just before he moaned and shot his big hot load deep in me. We both shook with pleasure as I climaxed hard with tingles all the way down to my toes
.all caught on video.

.I was their toy and I liked letting them play with my body. I felt like a queen being pleased by to young knights. They would do anything I requested. Suck my nipples, feel my body and both lick my pussy together.

This was part 2 of my young encounter with my real dad and uncle, but now, nothing was held back. I had two cocks to suck and play with. Two cocks to jack on and have cum in me. I had seen on a porn film, something else I wanted to do. I wanted both their cocks in me at once
..

.I had to take a shower as they were hard to resist leaving even for a little while. Uncle Barry put in a new mega-chip in the camera. Dad Johnny took me in the shower as uncle Barry filmed. Dad Johnny gave me a personal shower, feeling me up all the way.
… All I had to do was lean against the shower wall. Dad Johnny did it all for me, as uncle Barry filmed. They then both got in the shower with the camera on the tri-pod and shower door open. They showered and then began a slow licking of my wet body. My legs got weak, it felt so good. “A Queens Shower” I thought to myself
..

Johnny and Berrys thoughts


We were in sex heaven. We were doing everything young guys ever wanted to do to a sexy hot woman. We couldn’t keep our hands off her, just incase this was all a dream. She had it all and we were in her toy box. We dried her off and I carried her down to the kitchen. We fixed us all some food. We hand fed her like the goddess she was. We just had to feel her body all we could.

Berry carried her naked up stairs as I filmed it all. She said she had something ’special’ she wanted to do with us.

.We laid her on the bed. She had Berry lay beside her and then under her. As she lay on her back on him she reached down and jacked Berry. She then put his cock in her pussy. They started slowly fucking. She told me to put the camera on the tri-pod and point it at her pussy down low. She was smiling so big as she pulled me on top of her.

I couldn’t believe what she was doing. She started putting my cock in her pussy too. It was nice and tight and felt so good. We all were kind of a ’stack’ of 3 people. She was really hot and excited now. Berry reached around her and felt her tits. Her and I tongue kissed and had to break for air a lot as we gasp. She moaned so hot as her hands felt us all she could.
…All she could manage to say was: “..oh yes,
oh yes!..”..over and over. It felt strange to feel Berry’s cock under mine as we began to fuck her together. Mom was in her own heaven and fucked with us, deep and hard. She could somehow tell we were going to cum in her. We all fucked faster and faster. Her pussy squeezed us right as we came. Three people squirmed, moaned and fucked hard as she yelled out “Oh God Yesssss!” real loud. She squirmed and shook as we all felt the two loads of hot cum pumping in her.

.I’ll never forget the slapping noise the three of us made fucking her damp body. I thought ’
this is awesome off the scale’ as Berry kept slowly fucking her. Cum was everywhere around her pussy. We didn’t know she had squirted big time. The room felt like it was on fire with the heat. We felt her over and over until we all collapsed in a ’Queen’s Sandwich’, she called it

.
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.Many weeks later we all lay naked in her bed. We felt her and she felt us. We started watching our video
.and again
 we couldn’t make it to the finish. Now we have lot’s of videos to watch of us. Mom keeps saying: “Sandwich anyone?”
.


so we gladly filled the Queen’s request
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Weekend to remember

Hello. I posted half of this story on a different account, but something went wrong so I could not post the second part or it could not be up/down voted. So I’ll try again and I’m posting the entire story right away. This is my first ever story, and I apologize in advance for spelling/grammar mistakes. Enjoy 🙂

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The Princess Steps Out (Part 2)

Her scream of release was deep and harsh and piercing; even the gag couldn’t
conceal it.
The cool air made her sweaty body shiver, and it continued to shake and twitch
as little tremors ran up her spine. She gasped and panted, like a long distance
runner after a hard race; her throbbing cunt keeping time with the pounding of
her heart.
He pried open her legs freeing his captured head and pulled off his ski-mask, a
smug, self-satisfied smile on his dark, rough features. Rivulets of sweat
trickled down from his forehead.
“Her Royal Highness likes to have her white pussy eaten by Kaffir, Mentu,” he
said to his companion. “Her cum is sweet as honey, my friend.”
Panting, the Princess of Wales stared at her pleasure-giver’s grinning face, a
stupid half-smile of surprise on her lips; her body still in turmoil. She had
just experienced the most explosive cum of her life, yet the ache in her loins
was even more fierce than before; a fire that seemed unquenchable. Embarrassment
and shame were forgotten feelings; quickly replaced by a physical agitation and
a lust for the taboo.
Slowly, she turned her head, following his gaze; her eyes blinked and widened,
and her mouth gaped in surprise. The man, Mantu, stood naked, his big hand
fisting a cock of huge proportions. It was the biggest prick she had ever seen,
at least two hands long and massively thick. Mesmerized, she stared at the
swollen, dark purple head as it twitched in front of her face. It pulsed and
slithered with a life of its own. The pounding in her chest increased in tempo
and breathing became harsh and ragged.
“I am Jumo, that is my friend, Mantu, and his little plaything. Do you like it?”
he asked in a whisper, his sweaty face close to her ear.
Breathing heavily through her open mouth; eyes wide in wonder, her head nodded
slowly and her body gushed a hot stream of cream to her itchy cunt. Behind the
gag, her throat went dry. She didn’t believe the urge she had to take that
monster in her mouth. It was almost overpowering.
What was happening to her?
“If you like his little thing, you will dearly love mine, Princess!”
Her eyes, suddenly alive, snapped back to him and she choked on the gag. He had
stripped and his massive prick was inches from her face, sticking straight up;
the bulbous head swaying in front of her shocked, bulging eyes. Were they all
freaks? she wondered; creatures from a circus side show? His cock was even
bigger and thicker than Mantu! Could that be possible?
Her surging mind reeled, assaulted by unknown passions and forbidden sensations.
She was the Princess of Wales, yet, like a bitch in heat, her body screamed with
a lust that knew no bounds of convention or propriety. Her mouth ached to be
filled and her cunt throbbed with a seething passion; the sudden, terrible need
of the addicted.
Groaning, almost in pain, she strained against the binds; hands trembling to
touch, and rubbed her face along the huge, meaty shaft of Jumo cock; smelling
the musky aroma of his body, wallowing in the heat of his flesh. Her mouth
salivated. Her one free hand cupped his heavy, hanging balls and an electric
thrill ran up her arm and down to her hot cunt as his body heat flowed to her.
Thick, clumsy fingers pried the gag loose from her mouth, and he shoved the fat
knob into her willing mouth. She felt the massive, slug-like cock stretch her
lips wide – Oh, God, she thought, it must be three inches thick! – her teeth
scraping the skin as it buried itself deep in her wet mouth. She gagged when the
hard head hit the opening of throat. Mouth aching, she pulled back, running her
tongue over the heavy, bulging veins; tasting his special flavor and tangyness,
washing the length of his majestic shaft. The salty taste of his cock drove her
into a crazed frenzy, stripping the will to resist. Her head began to bob and
his hands entwined in her flaxen hair, guiding her hungry mouth.
“Aaaaah,” Jumo sighed, “Suck! Suck my black cock, Princess! Give me a royal
blowjob!”
Her mind reeled. She was the Princess of Wales, and she was sucking a huge
black, Kaffir cock! And it was wonderful!
Her cunt throbbed and her body twitched as her stretched lips began to slide
over his pulsing cock. She held it upright with her one free hand and licked his
swelling ballsac; her tongue spreading dribbling saliva up and down the steely
shank. She stuck her tongue in his piss-hole and was rewarded with a drop of
crystal-clear pre-cum. It tasted better than the sweetest honey.
Her lips encircled the rock-hard knob and her tongue flicked over it, back and
forth. Her free hand roamed her own body, kneading, pulling, pinching her
tingling flesh; stoking the volcano in her body. She rubbed her tits, twirling
the hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger and tiny slivers of lightening
zapped her body. Her mind was a screaming mass of hot flashes, that erupted,
violently, when her finger slid into her grasping pussy. The puffy lips closed
around it, holding it prisoner, and she sighed as a heated wave of pleasure
washed over her.
A heavy nudge against her cheeks caused her eyes to open and widen. There was
Mantu’s cock, hard and black and sweaty, swaying in front of her.
“Ooooh, yes!” she heard herself say as her tongue washed over the musky head,
bathing it with her Royal spit. It was almost as long, but not as thick as
Jumo’s and it slid into her mouth with less problems – was she becoming better?
– she wondered. Her hungry mouth went from one to the other.
“Oh, she sucks good, Jumo! Almost as good as a Zulu woman,” Mantu said, his
voice gasping as the Princess’s mouth engulfed his hot African prong.
“Better!” Jumo answered. “Look how her mouth stretches, how she scrambles from
one to the other, always licking and sucking. Her pretty pink tongue never
stops. Imagine how her little pussy will scream when it feels it’s first taste
of my cock.”
Jumo’s words swirled around her fevered brain, taking seconds to register
through her lust, and determined cock-sucking. They were going to fuck her!
Stick her with those huge monsters! Rip her apart!
“Yes!” she moaned, “Oh, yes, fuck me!” Her voice was almost a whisper. A prayer.
Jumo’s laugh was pure evil. “Beg me for it, Princess! Beg me to put my Kaffir
cock in your Royal pussy and fuck you ragged! Go on, beg me!”
She gasped and swallowed her saliva. Her body trembled with heated shame. She
was being debased and she knew it. Her body flushed with a residue of pride and
shame. Then her cream-smeared finger twisted in her juice cunt and, magically,
she didn’t care. All that matter was his magnificent cock! And getting it in her
pussy!
“Please fuck me!” she choked. “Stick your black cock in my cunt and fuck my
Royal pussy. Please! Please, I need it so badly!” She was on the verge of tears.
Mantu joined his companion in laughter and sank his cock back into her mouth,
thrusting his hips forward as he did. The huge fuck-meat pushed at the opening
to her throat and forced its way past. Automatically, she took a deep breath and
tried to relax the constricting muscles. The huge cockhead surged all the way
down her gullet, until her nose and mouth were buried deep in his cock hair.
Roughly, he grabbed handfuls of hair and pounded his cock – eight fat inches! –
into her waiting face. His cry of passion was like an aphrodisiac to her,
blotting out her abject surrender to them. Her body screamed with renewed
pleasure.
Jumo laughed and swiftly untied her right leg, forcing it back to her tits,
flatting them, and completely exposing her golden pussy. He pulled her hand away
from her cunt, leaving it gaping and bare and feeling lost. Her silky cunt-hair
was smeared with sticky cum-cream, and her thighs were streaked with the
remnants of her massive cum. He rubbed the head of his cock against the puffy
lips of her pleasure-raw cunt, extracting a low, mournful moan from her busy
lips.
She tensed in anticipation, but he didn’t move and her eyes went wide, begging
him. Her hips strained against his cock-head. She was frantic with desire!
Ripping Mantu’s boiling cock from her mouth, she screamed, “Fuck me, you bloody
Nigger! Fuck meeeee!”
Jumo’s lips curled in a snarl. Mercilessly, he plunged his thick, nine-inch
prick into her gaping cunt, stretching it beyond belief. Her scream of rage, and
passion, and pain filled the loft and echoed off the walls. Her mind exploded
and mercifully, blackness washed over her brain.
She felt as if she had been in a great storm, fighting for her life, and
suddenly she had come upon a safe harbor where the waters were calm, and warm,
and wonderfully soothing. Wavelets rippled over her. Slowly, at first, then
coming faster and faster. Each wave rippled over her body, making her feel good,
and the feeling grew and grew until she was forced to moan her pleasure aloud.
“That’s it, Princess!” Jumo grunted, “Move your hips! Feel my joy in your
lily-white pussy! Yes! Squeeze my prick!” He grimaced in actual pain as her
incredibly strong cunt muscles clamped on his cock-head, freezing it stiff in
the boiling caldron of her juicy pussy. Gone was his desire for humiliation;
replaced with a wonder of incredibly tight, white, blonde pussy, and
indescribable desire.
Thunder and lightening raged through her enflamed body. Blinding white heat!
Through a hazy mist she saw Jumo’s massive black prick plunging in and out of
her stretched blonde cunt, slimy with white froth; her nylon-clad leg dangling
carelessly over his shoulder, her cherry-tipped tits flopping in time to his
vigorous poundings.
Fascinated, she watched the dark log-like cock slide all the way in and all the
way out of her straw-colored cunt. It was mammoth! And she was taking every
pleasure-giving inch of it! Her body trembled and shook as his blackness pounded
her body; her wanton hips twisting and pushing up to meet his fierce stroke.
Sweat poured off of his muscular body, giving him a shiny satin gloss; the
contrasts of forbidden color still stimulating her new-found lust.
Each pounding stroke forced the air from her lungs and she gasped in passion and
desperation. Her tongue licked her dry lips and she was aware of a strange,
tangy taste; different from anything she had ever tasted; something thick and
sticky. Her fevered brain registered the texture and flavor and she realized
that Mantu had shot his cum-juice into her mouth while she was blacked out. She
felt surprisingly disappointed. Licking her lips and fingers, she tried
desperately to capture the flavor. Discovering stray droplets of the thick,
milky-white cum on her tits, she rubbed it into her skin, anointing her body,
giving it a glistening sheen.
Mantu jerked her head up and dangled his slick cock above her gaping lips. “Suck
it clean, my Queen!” he said in a voice still choked with released passion.
“Aaaaah,” he sighed as her lips encircled his drooping prick. Trance- like, she
sucked the deflating shaft, using it as a soothing pacifier to the burning lust
that Jumo’s throbbing cock was generating in her body. Her passion-enflamed
brain was running in slow-motion, unable to think or comprehend beyond the
surging pleasures of her body; the incredibly intense tiny cums that coursed
through her sensory system; each one driving her closer and closer to a crushing
tidal wave of pure pleasure.
She felt his body stiffen and his cock jump in her cunt. Wrapping her free arm
around his body, she pulled him fiercely to her, heedless of the pain in her
up-stretched leg. The wondrous release was at hand!
Her free hand squeezed Mantu’s stiff cock and she hissed in Jumo’s ear, “Yes!
Yes! I’m going to cum! Fuck me! Cum with me! Now! Now! Nowwwwwwww!”
Her body went rigid, arching into a tight bow with only the back of her head and
one foot touching the damp mattress. Incredibly, her slender body was supporting
his massive weight, holding him up in the air as his engorged cock exploded in
the furnace of her throbbing pussy. Hot cum splashed wildly, deep in her body,
crashing against the steaming walls of her cunt, flooding her, and overflowing
the stuffed love-channel. Her own surging cum-juice mingled with his and seeped,
hotly, down her thighs and into her asscrack, dripping unchecked beneath their
harshly panting bodies.
For one masterful moment, they stood on the top of the world, and as one, they
collapsed into the softness of their battlefield; exhausted warriors.
The raging storm of blinding passion waned; replaced by a warm, wonderful tide
of unbridled pleasure, and she shivered as it ebbed slowly from her foggy mind.
She ached in all parts of her body, especially her battered cunt, but it was a
good ache, one of triumph and accomplishment. She had taken Jumo’s mighty cock,
every bloody inch of it, and squeezed it dry. She had sucked the life from
Mantu’s lovely prick.
Her drifting mind glowed with the wonder of her forbidden passions; her lust,
and desire. She, the blonde and pure Princess of Wales, had willingly sucked
raven-black cock like a common slut, and had reveled in the forceful penetration
of black cock into her trembling white body; desperately, she had swallowed the
thick, jism of their taboo mating and had thrilled at her own subjugation.
Sex had never been this glorious, this exciting, this thrilling! Sex would never
be the same!
A smile of triumph passed her lips when Jumo pull his deflated cock from her
pleasure-raw pussy, but it quickly passed, replaced with a sudden feeling of
loss as her cunt was deprived of his wonderful fullness. Behind misty eyes, she
moaned softly. Then, as if by magic, the feeling returned! Her body twitched and
she gasped as her cunt slowly filled up with the incredible thickness of his
beautiful prick. Her body reacted with joy, filling her cunt with slick, warm
juice. Jumo was back, she thought wistfully; hard and strong again. It was
wonderful!
She sighed and opened her hazy eyes. Mantu’s gap-tooth grim greeted her surprise
gasp. She moaned and tossed her head back as he roughly pushed his thick, black,
rock-hard cock all the way up her grasping pussy.
Mantu! Jumo! It no longer matter! She craved the pleasure of their massive
cocks. Everyone of them!
Lovingly, she wrapped her arms and legs around his thick body – when had they
freed her completely? – and gave herself up to the glorious thrills of his
long-stroking, pleasure-giving cock.
She lost track of time; it no longer had meaning. She lost track of the times
she climaxed; the violent rumbles, and massive shocks that seemed to run
together, each one draining her body and mind, exhausting her; but each time she
felt a hard cock enter her body she was renewed, hotter and hornier than before.
She was possessed with a sex-lust that drove her from frenzy to frenzy, from
climax to climax, from one stunning pleasure to another. Her greedy mind and
body knew no limits.
She remembered Mantu’s long passionate fucking; how she climaxed two or three
times before he pulled his cock from her squishy cunt and sprayed her body with
his hot, rich cum-juice. She had washed her heaving body with the thick, sticky
cream, licking it off her hands and fingers; loving the slimy taste of the silky
globs. She remembered sucking Jumo huge prick again, her saliva making it easier
for him to plunge it into her hot body. She could see herself on her hands and
knees, head twisting from side to side, as he fucked her from behind, like a
street dog; Mantu grabbing her face and sticking his soft cock in her mouth, his
hips pounding her sweating face until his prick was hard again, ready to shoot
another hot load of rich, African cream down her waiting throat. Together, they
flooded both ends of her body until cum-juice ran down her cheeks and thighs,
streaked her tits and stomach, and dribbled down her back and her slender round
ass.
She remembered their hot tongues. Long and agile, they snaked up her oozing cunt
and down her gasping throat. She had sucked on one, like a miniature prick,
while the other slipped in and out of her pussy, and rimmed her puckered asshole
like a hot dart, giving her a new, exciting perversion to enjoy. Their fat lips
sucked on her hardened tit nipples, thrilling her beyond belief.
She didn’t remember one from the other, and she didn’t care. All that mattered
was their size, their power, and their thrilling blackness.
They had fucked her on her back, on her side, on her hands and knees; up against
the wall, with her legs wrapped tightly around their waists or up over their
shoulders. She had squatted over their raging members, forcing herself down on
each one until her cuntlips rubbed against the base of the hairy crotch. She had
bent over and rolled backwards, and contorted herself into every conceivable
position trying to get their wonder-pricks in her body.
She had spent eons playing with their pricks, sucking and licking the heavy
ridges of their shafts, tickling the hairy ballsacs that hung below, lapping up
the warm, sticky cum-juice. And still she craved more.
She remembered their mutual, unbridled laughter when, finally, they collapsed on
the bed, spent and exhausted, the men unable to raise another hard-on even with
help from her magic mouth. Finally, in annoyance, she sandwiched her gamy, white
body – sweat and dried cum streaks crisscrossed her flesh, like lash marks –
between their heaving black bulks.
“No more, no more,” Mantu protested. “My cock is ready to fall off. You have
won, Royal one.”
“And you, Jumo?” she asked with a smile and a groping hand. “Are you fucked out,
too?”
“Mantu is right,” he chuckled, “you have won! Even two Zulu’s can not tame a
Royal pussy, Your Highness. Perhaps we were foolish to try. My cock will never
be the same.”
The Princess Royal giggled, “Neither will my pussy, my lovely captors. You’ve
stretched me so much, you can drive a truck through it now. What’s my husband
going to say?”
“Help!” Jumo bellowed and they all joined in, laughing like children.
“Well, let this be a lesson to you. The next time you kidnap a princess, make
sure you have enough help to keep her happy.”
“Yes, Your Highness!” the men chorused.
“I’m still not completely satisfied, you know.”
Jumo sat up. “My god, woman, even a Zulu female’s appetite would be quenched by
now.”
She winked at him mischievously. “That’s because a Zulu female can have your
giant cocks anytime she desires. I, on the other hand, have to make the most of
what little time I have.”
He couldn’t believe his eyes or ears; an English Royal Princess, a mere skip of
a woman, barely past girlhood, craved the pleasures of their black cocks like a
demon possessed; sucked them into her slender body and squeezed the life out of
them, and then demanded more. And like zombies, they did as she bided. Who here
is the captive? And what have we unleashed, he wondered.
“Play with me,” she said, turning herself around between them, her head at their
groins, her cunt and ass staring them in the face. “Play with my pussy and my
asshole,” she ordered, her voice husky again, as the heat began to flow in her
loins. She raised her right leg straight up, stretching the suspenders on her
garter belt to the fullest, giving each man a clear view of her spectacular,
open and waiting, charms.
“Please?” she said in a plaintive voice, taking their flaccid pricks in her
small, delicate white hands, and massaging them.
Chuckling deeply, the men raised their eyes skyward in resignation.
“We have created a monster!” Jumo said sticking his long, pointed tongue in the
Princess’s wet, pink cunt. Mantu just smiled his acceptance while his hands
kneaded the soft ass-flesh of her twin mounds. Licking his finger, he inserted
it in her asshole, slowly twisting it around until it was seated all the way up
against the puckered opening.
Taking Jumo’s cockhead in her mouth, Her Highness sighed in contentment as the
teasing, tantalizing pleasures washed over her body. The last images she saw
before falling asleep was their shiny blackness, stark against her pale body,
and her own sudden and perverted lust.

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When I was a Tutor… Chpt. 1-4

[Author’s comment: I’m from Germany, so I will be using the metric
system, our universities may differ from the ones in the US or UK and
the coast is, naturally, a different one…;-)
It’s also my first story, be a critic, but a gentle one, thanks!
Oh, and it’s 100% pure fantasy.]

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My (Wet) Spot in the Boardroom

Kathy sat outside the boardroom. This was it, she thought. After all the years of traveling for the company, after all the years of doing every trash job they handed her, after bringing her department in under budget and increased productivity, she was going to get her seat in the boardroom.

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Stefan & Damon, Part I

None of those caracters are mine, and they are property to miss LJ Smith, and the Vampire Diaries TV Show. Please, this is my first story, don’t be meen, but I would appreciate any useful comments! (: Enjoy!;D

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What Daddy Needs 7

Justin leaned against the closed bathroom door listening to the sound of his sister vomiting. He knocked timidly on the door then pushed it open a little and peeked in. Phoebe knelt on the floor resting her head against one arm draped over the toilet bowl. She opened her eyes when she heard the door, but she didn’t lift her head.
“Are you okay?” he asked stepping into the bathroom.
She nodded then, gripped by another wave of nausea, rolled up onto her knees and started to heave again.
Justin turned and ran to the top of the staircase. “Dad!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Justin, stop bellowing and come down here if you want to speak to your father,” his stepmother said angrily from the door of the living room.
“Dad!” Justin yelled again as he started down the stairs.
“What is it, Justin?” Jake asked coming to the bottom of the steps from the direction of the kitchen.
“Phoebe’s sick,” Justin said continuing down the stairs as Jake started up, taking the steps two at a time.
He paused for a second in the bathroom doorway as his teenaged daughter emptied what was left in her stomach. She wiped her hand across her mouth and sat back, turning to lean against the wall. He went to kneel beside her, gently stroking her hair.
“Not feeling so good?” he asked softly.
Phoebe shook her head. Her dad stood up and took the liner out of the small plastic trash can by the toilet. He helped Phoebe to her feet and kept a steadying arm around her shoulders as he guided her back to her room.
He settled her back onto her pillows and set the trash can on the floor next to her bed. Sitting down carefully beside her he brushed a damp tendril of hair back from her face. Phoebe closed her eyes and curled up on her side.
“It’s probably just a stomach bug,” Jake said rubbing her back.
“I know,” she mumbled.
“I’ll bring you some peppermint tea and dry toast then you can go back to sleep,” he said rising to his feet.
He left the room. Phoebe dozed off to wake up what seemed like a few minutes later
to her dad caressing her cheek. He helped her sit up and she sipped the tea and ate the piece of toast he’d brought her. When she finished she sank back onto her pillow and smiled wanly at her dad.
Jake leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead. “Just take it easy today, kitten,” he said as he straightened up. “I’ll call and check on you later.”
Phoebe nodded and closed her eyes. Her dad stood by her bed for a few minutes more watching her as she drifted back to sleep.
Downstairs he leaned in the doorway of the living room. His wife, Lorraine, lounged on the sofa paging through one of her magazines. She looked up and smiled.
“Phoebe is staying home from school today,” he said. “She’s not feeling well.”
“She probably has a test she doesn’t want to take,” the dark haired woman said petulantly.
“She’s throwing up,” he said straightening away from the frame. “Just let her be. I’ll call in a while and check on her.”
Lorraine sat up and swung her feet to the floor as he started to turn away. “We’re still going out tonight, right?” she asked. “We promised the Jacksons.”
“I don’t know,” he answered without turning around.
Lorraine jumped up to follow him to the door. “It’s not like she has to watch Justin,” she said. “He has a sleep over tonight.”
“If Phoebe isn’t feeling well I’m not going to leave her here alone,” he said the irritation beginning to sound in his voice.
“We haven’t been out in forever,” she whined. “Phoebe’s a big girl. She’d be fine . . .”
Jake slammed his open palm against the door and his wife jumped and shrunk away from him. “I said we’ll see how she feels later,” he said, his voice tight.
He took a deep breath as Lorraine retreated to the living room. With a final glance toward the stairs, Jake opened the door and left. His wife sullenly returned to paging through the magazine. She couldn’t wait until her spoiled step daughter was out of her house.
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Phoebe turned off the TV when she heard the front door slam. Rising to her feet she started up the hallway toward the front of the house. She met her father on his way to the kitchen. He didn’t look happy.
“You’re home early,” she said as he brushed past her.
She turned and followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the black granite counter top of the island in the center of the room. She watched as he got a glass and poured a generous portion of Scotch. He turned to look at her as he raised the glass to his lips.
“Where’s Lorraine?” Phoebe asked.
Jake shrugged as he set his glass down on the counter next to his daughter. His hands cupping her face, he slid his fingers into her long, silky hair. She closed her eyes as his lips found hers, her arms snaking around his neck. She parted her lips and he thrust his tongue against hers as he wrapped his arms around her.
He broke the kiss and, sighing deeply, rested his forehead against hers. Phoebe caressed his stubble roughened cheek. He kissed her nose then her forehead and, keeping one arm around her, picked up his glass and took another long drink.
“Did you not have a good time?” Phoebe asked leaning back to look up at her dad.
“I didn’t want to go out in the first place,” he said. “Then she did nothing but whine and bitch the whole evening.”
“Where is she now?” she asked, her hands tugging at the dress shirt tucked into his jeans.
Jake watched his daughter with heavy lidded eyes as she started to unbutton his shirt. He took another sip from his glass then set it down again and slid his hands under her shirt. He ran his hands over her soft skin then pulled her close again.
“I don’t want to talk about Lorraine,” he said huskily.
“When is she coming home?” Phoebe asked, her hands gliding over his chest.
“I don’t know,” he said, his hands closing firmly over her tiny waist. “It doesn’t matter.”
He lifted her onto the counter and slid his hands under her shirt pushing it up. Phoebe grasped the hem and pulled the shirt off over her head. Jake pressed her knees apart to stand between her thighs, his hands cupping her round breasts. She leaned back on her arms as her dad pushed her tits together and lowered his head to lick one pert, pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
She brought one hand up to cup the back of his head as his mouth moved from one hard, rosy bud to the other and back again. Her breathing quickened as she watched her dad suckle her breast. It felt as though there was one nerve coupling her breasts and some mysterious point deep in her lower abdomen. Her dad’s hands and mouth caressing the firm mounds of flesh were setting off hot flares of exquisite pleasure that vibrated through the core of her womanhood.
His lips left her her breasts to trail kisses over her quivering stomach as his hands urged her to lie back on the counter. She lifted her hips as he pulled her shorts and panties off. He ran his hands up over the soft, smooth skin of her calves to the backs of her knees and lifted her legs until her feet were on the counter by her firm, round ass.
He caressed the inside of her thighs as he eased her legs open wider. His thumbs gently spread her labia and he leaned down and pushed his tongue into her, swirling it around the opening of her vagina before drawing the tip through her slit to flick again and again at her clit. Phoebe groaned and rocked against his face.
“Daddy,” she murmured, her hands moving to hold his head as he sucked the hard nub into his mouth, “it feels so good.”
He slid a finger into her wet cunt and felt her tighten her muscles as he began to thrust in and out. Her breathing quickened and she ground herself against his face. He slipped another finger into her and she groaned as he curved them up in a come hither motion to rub the top wall of her vagina. His tongue worked her erect clit, his free hand massaged her lower abdomen pressing firmly just above her pubic bone.
Finding the rougher mound of flesh on the top wall of her vagina, Jake began tapping the tips of his fingers against it. Phoebe gasped and arched her back. Her thighs clamped against his head and he could feel the tremors that wracked her petite body.
“Daddy,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Cumming.”
Jake felt his daughter’s tight pussy clamp down on his fingers. He withdrew them to press his mouth against the convulsing opening to lap at the juices that squirted from her sweet cunt. Phoebe shuddered through her orgasm Her hands holding her father’s head firmly against her body until the waves of pleasure subsided.
Jake pulled her up, holding her tightly against his body as he kissed her deeply. Phoebe wound her arms around her father’s neck moaning softly as she sucked the taste of her cunt off his tongue. He lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the den.
He laid her gently on the sofa and kissed her before straightening to slowly remove his clothes. Phoebe watched through sleepy eyes, reaching for him as he lowered himself onto her. She spread her legs for him and he guided the plum shaped head of his hard cock to the tight opening of her vagina pushing into her until he had buried his entire length in her slick, warm depths.
“Daddy,” Phoebe breathed as he held himself still inside her for a moment. “Fuck me.”
Jake leaned down and captured her lips with his. He began a slow, steady rhythm, pulling back until just the head of his thick, hard cock was still in her tight, wet cunt before thrusting back into her. He could feel her tightening, the walls of her sweet pussy clinging to his tumescent prick every time he pulled back to piston into her again.
His breathing quickened with his pace till he was panting as he pounded into her. Phoebe rocked up to meet each hard thrust, rotating her hips to grind her engorged clit against the base of his cock as he slammed into her. She felt the delicious tension building again.
Jake pushed up on his arms, his head down as he fucked her as hard and fast as he could. His balls, heavy with unspent semen, swinging with his powerful thrusts, slapping wetly against her ass. He clenched his jaw as he tried to hold back prolonging the pleasure his daughter’s body afforded him.
“Phoebe,” he groaned.
“Uh huh. Uh huh,” she whimpered. “Daddy. Oh, fuck yes. Daddy!”
Her body stiffened and the tension building in her lower stomach snapped as her orgasm overtook her. She rocked up against him, driving his turgid cock deeply into her convulsing cunt. She felt him swell inside her and bucked her hips wildly against him.
Jake pulled out and rose to his knees, his cock in his hand. “Open your mouth, baby,” he said huskily as he fisted his cock stroking it fast.
Phoebe obeyed as her Dad’s hips jerked and his cock spewed cum onto her nose and cheek. He kept pounding his meat and erupted again as she stuck out her tongue to catch his semen letting some drip onto her chin. She sat up and took the head of his cock into her mouth to suck the last of his cum from his balls.
Jake groaned as his daughter rubbed his half flaccid cock against her cheek then sucked him into her mouth again to clean her cum and his from his flesh. He shivered when her tongue circled the overly sensitive head of his shriveling cock. He pulled out of her mouth and sat back on the sofa to watch as Phoebe used her fingers to scoop his cum from her cheek and chin then suck them into her pretty mouth.
He rose to his feet and helped her up. “We can’t stay here,” he said helping her up.
Gathering up his discarded clothes he headed into the kitchen with her in tow. He stopped to finish the Scotch in his abandoned glass then picked up her shorts and top before leading her upstairs.
“I’m going to wash up,” she said pausing in the hallway.
Jake nodded and walked to his bedroom as Phoebe closed the bathroom door behind her. She washed her face and rinsed her father’s cum from her where it had run into her hair. She brushed her teeth and turned off the light as she left the bathroom to cross the hall to her bedroom.
“Lock it,” her father said from her bed as she pushed her door shut. She hesitated for a second and then obeyed.
“You shouldn’t sleep here,” she cautioned as she crawled into her bed beside him.
“Maybe not,” he agreed, pulling her close to him, “but I’m going to.”
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Phoebe woke before her dad. He slept on his side, pressed against her body, one arm laying across her slender waist. She turned onto her side to face him, her face close to his. She caressed his cheek then slid her hand down over his lightly furred chest and stomach to fondle his flaccid penis.
He stirred in his sleep, but didn’t wake up as she began to stroke him. His cock stiffened and swelled in her hand. She pushed against his hip to urge him onto his back and leaned over him lifting his cock and sucking him into her mouth. She closed her fingers around him. Twisting her head from side to side, she moved her mouth slowly up and down his shaft.
Jake woke to the wet, sucking sensation of his daughter fellating him. He groaned loudly and cupped her head in his hands as he began to thrust into her willing mouth. Phoebe moved her hands to his hips, massaging the sides of his firm ass cheeks as she took him deeper into her mouth with each downward stroke.
“Baby,” he murmured huskily. “So good.”
Phoebe pushed down until her nose brushed the coarse curls at the base of his cock. Her dad’s hips jerked when the head of his cock slid into her throat. She gagged a little and backed off bobbing up and down on his cock faster, sucking as she lifted her head and pushing her tongue against the underside of his cock as pushed back down.
Jake’s breathing grew ragged and he clenched his fists around handfuls of her hair as he fucked her mouth faster. His balls tightened and he threw his head back against the pillow, hips hips jerking up against her face.
“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned as his cock swelled and pulsed in his daughter’s mouth.
Phoebe fisted his cock and began stroking him fast as she lifted her head to hold just a few inches of his cock in her mouth as his semen erupted into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed as his cock twitched and continued to spew cum.
When he was completely spent, she lifted her head and Jake watched drowsily as she licked the cum that had gathered at the corner of her sweet mouth. He pulled her up to lie against his chest and his hands cupping her face guided her mouth to his. She parted her lips and his tongue explored her mouth seeking out the taste of his semen.
Pushing up to she sat beside him and smiled. “Good morning, daddy.”
Jake put his hands behind his head and grinned at her. “It sure is.”
Phoebe turned to slide off the bed. As she stood up the room tilted dangerously and a wave of nausea rolled over her. She put one hand on the night stand to steady herself and Jake sat up, concerned by her sudden pallor.
She rushed to the door swallowing hard as she fumbled with the lock. Throwing the door open she ran across the hall into the bathroom. Jake got to the door just as she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and emptied the contents of her stomach. He sat on his haunches beside her and held her hair back, rubbing her back with his free hand while she continued to heave.
She finished and slumped back against the wall. Jake sat down beside her and drew her into his arms. She laid her head against his chest.
“Phoebs,” he said softly, “Did you have your period this month?”
She nodded without lifting her head. “It was just really light.”
Jake smiled and kissed the top of her head. “Did you feel better after you ate yesterday morning?”
“I felt better when I woke up the second time. Why?” she asked tilting her head to look into her dad’s face.
“I think you might be pregnant, baby,” he said, his smile widening.
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill, Daddy.”
“You go back to bed,” he said brushing her hair back from her face. “I’m going to run a quick errand.”
He stood up and helped her to her feet. She took and unsteady step and he picked her up and carried her back to her room. Laying her gently on the bed he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” he promised.
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Phoebe sat on the side of the tub rocking nervously as her dad picked up the plastic test stick and stared at it for what seemed like forever. He finally met her eyes and a smile spread across his face. He held it out to her.
“Positive,” he said as she took it and looked at the little plus sign.
Tears welled in her eyes as she handed it back to him. “What am I going to do, Daddy?”
Jake kneeled in front of his daughter and looked up into her distraught face. “It’s going to be okay, pumpkin,” he said smiling reassuringly. “I’m always going to be here for you. I’m going to take care of you and this baby.”
“What about college?” she asked, tears still rolling down her face.
“You’ll take a year after high school and then go,” he answered wiping her tears away. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise you.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him. He stroked her hair and rocked her.
“Everything is going to be fine,” he said soothingly.
He laid his cheek against the top of her head and smiled. Everything was going to be perfect.

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