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Wet and Wild

What could be better than Atlanta in the summer, having a cookout with your friends, chilling in the backyard, and having a ole good time? My crew is ranked high up on the roster of the who’s who of the Black Urban Professionals who have migrated to the ATL from New York, DC, Chicago, all over to make our mark. You’d think with all our collective success there’d be a lot of drama and egos to be stroked but all my peeps are down to earth and really chill. Being as we are all transplants, we sort of formed a bond and we all hang together. None of us went to Morehouse or Spelman, none of us belong to the super-huge mega churches that require a W-2 form and a pint of blood to join. There’s me, my name is Nowell, and my boy Tracy who is a lawyer for the DA’s office. He would make a helluva lot more money working in a private law firm but he’s all about fighting crime and balancing the scales of justice. Then there is my boy Ezra, financial wizard extraordinaire and banker to the stars. Well, they aren’t really stars but they are the first and second generation rich, white, fat-cats who live in Buckhead. I have my own cleaning business, specializing in cleaning office buildings at night and I’m pleased to say that I’ve done well for myself. And no, before you ask, I don’t hire no damn undocumented workers thank you very much.
My homies Theresa and Vivian were in the house as well, prettying up the scenery. T is a professor at Ga. Tech and Viv works at the CDC doing what exactly I don’t know but I know it’s some crazy shit that turns my stomach every time I hear her talk about work. I learned my lesson and stopped asking a long time ago. Rounding out the group was my special little shorty, Imani, who is running her own spa and retreat off RDA Blvd. No disrespect to the Georgia belles or the southern peaches or whatever the home grown ladies from the dirty south call themselves but I prefer my women with a little more spunk and a lot less subservience than the native ladies seemed to offer up and Imani had the perfect mix of intellect, beauty, creativity and FI-YAH that suited me perfectly. We’re going on two years together and, truth be told, I am planning on putting a ring on her finger and making her mine but I want to plan it out perfectly how I’m going to ask her but me and my procrastinating ass just haven’t taken the time to work out all the details.
My house is always the central meeting place for everybody because I have the big pool, the enclosed backyard and the gigantic grill that looks like something they’d install on Extreme Home Makeover. I was having a little theme party of sorts. It was my Latin night, nothing special, informal really, but I had some smokin hot salsa CDs, all the fixins for do-it-yourself fajitas, a couple of pitchers of mojitos and a chest full of Corona’s on ice. I gotta pat myself on the back sometimes for being able to pull off my little theme parties with such little effort and a lot of success.
We were all chillin in the back yard, dancing and making up words to songs in Spanish, well, they weren’t real words, we were just trying to sing along to the steamy Afro Cuban melodies. We’d played a game of Spades and Tracy and Teresa spanked everyone’s ass, like they always do, and made sure to gloat and brag for the rest of the night. While Imani and I are officially the only real couple, there is always a lot of flirting going on amongst the rest of the crew even though I have no first hand knowledge of anybody ever seriously hooking up. I do know for a fact that Tracy has a thing for T and I’ve seen Vivian and Ezra flirting on more than one occasion. Imani often fantasizes that they will hook up and we will all live in the same subdivision and have kids and the whole nine but, to date, e’rybody was just trying to make sure that the friendship didn’t get fucked up so extracurricular lovin was off limits. Imani and I were together before the crew so we were exempt. In fact, we were the anchors of the crew, we both brought our friends to the table and everyone just clicked.
“Damn, Nowell, these Mageetos are good as shit. I gotta make me some of these.” Ezra was letting the alcohol go to his head.
“It’s pronounced MO-HE-TO silly, and sit your drunk ass down before you fall in the pool and bust your skull open.” Vivian was playing mother hen but she looked more like a Sports Illustrated cover model in her skimpy little bikini and that thingie that wrapped around her booty. Ezra wasn’t really that drunk; he was just playing it up so he could pull Viv on his lap and get his feel on. He winked at me as he snuggled in her neck and whispered sweet nothings. Knowing E, it was more like nasty somethings rather than sweet nothings.
Tracy and Teresa were in the Jacuzzi, talking about the meaning of life and cosmic, karmic shit like they always do. The rest of us could have stripped down butt naked and done the limbo and they wouldn’t have noticed. It was all about intellectual connection with the two of them and whenever we got together, the two of them always ended up in some deep philosophical discussion about the meaning of life. It’s not that they rest of us were uninterested or incapable of participating in the dialogue, it’s just that they only seem to have eyes for each other whenever our little get togethers go past 9 PM.
I poured Imani another drink and I popped another beer. “Nowell! Are you trying to make me pass out? I’ve barely finished my last drink. Besides, I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
I grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Wait, dance with me first. I love this song.”
“You’ve never heard this song before,” she resisted, pulling away, “come on, let me go.”
“Just because I’ve never heard this song before, doesn’t mean I don’t love it. Besides, I love you and I want to dance.” That was all it took and she was in my arms and we were doing the forbidden dance. My shit was getting rock hard and it was a good thing it was now dark outside because the glow from the citronella candles wasn’t bright enough to illuminate the big bulge in my trunks.
Dancing didn’t last too long before we were interrupted. “Hey, y’all, it’s getting late and me and Teresa are going to head out.” The girls started kissing each other goodbye n’ shit and Ezra and I pulled Tracy to the side. We wanted to know why the speedy exit was in order and why he looked like he had just hit the lotto. “Maaaaan, me and Theresa gettin’ ready to take things to the next level. I’m following her back to her place, yo. She’s the one; I don’t know why I been frontin’ for so long. She’s everything I’ve been looking for in a woman and the friendship is there . . . man, I gotsta roll, I’ll holla at you cats manana. Adios, I’m outta here.” Ezra and I were giving him pounds and congratulating him when we looked over and saw the ladies were huddled together whispering and looking like sexy-ass Charmed sisters, only the chocolate version, getting ready to cast a power of three spell on Tracy. I broke that shit up quick fast before they could talk Theresa out of anything and started passing out more drinks in congratulations of our friends when they left.
We couldn’t stop talking about Theresa and Tracy after they left, hoping things worked out, hoping they didn’t fuck up our friendship and force us to choose sides if there was a messy breakup. Overall, the tone was positive. They were both great people and they seemed to have a shitload of chemistry between the two of them. Neither of them was prone to drama or bad breakups in their other relationships so we were pretty assured that they had the makings of a long term joint. We were all sitting around chilling, when out of the blue, Imani blurts out, “So Vivian, when are you and Ezra going to hook up?”
If you could have seen the look on both of their faces you would have peed your pants. They both looked like deer caught in headlights, coughing and stammering, trying to play it off. Vivian played it off and said, “Ohhhh, I’m not Ezra’s type.”
E-Z-E put that shit in check with the quickness. “And what is my type?”
Vivian looked uncomfortable and got up and got more beer. She bent over and I had to look away real quick before I felt a hand upside the back of my head for staring. That big ole booty was looking de-mutha-fucking-licious. Iman’s not jealous and I try to be respectful but damn, a brotha can appreciate a fine thick azz when he sees one. She came back with two beers, “Anyone else want one,” trying to avoid the question.
“I’ll take one but I want to know what you think my type is. You don’t think I’m attracted to beautiful, intelligent, sweet, successful women? You think I like chicken heads?” Ezra wanted an answer. “I’ve been feeling you since the day we met but you was always talking about dude in LA, Gerald, and I wasn’t trynta holla when you were into some other guy.”
Viv looked like she was offended. “First of all, his name was Levar, where the hell did you get Gerald from? Second, that was over a year ago. You haven’t heard me mention anyone since then, at least nothing serious. I just thought that because you never really tried to push up that you weren’t attracted to me.”
I grabbed Imani’s hand and pulled her over by the pool because I could tell things were about to get serious. She was protesting, saying she wanted to stay and clear things up, defend her friend that, in fact, she had stopped talking to Levar at least a year ago. I know my boo and she has been dreaming about the possibility that all our friends would get together since shortly after we first introduced them. And know her like I do, she was going fuck shit up if she interfered. I explained to her that it wasn’t about Levar Burton, Gerald Levert or anybody else under the sun at that moment, it was about the two of them admitting that they were attracted to each other and that they’ve both been fighting it.
When we looked over, Ezra had pulled Vivian down on his lap and they were talking. We could see Vivian take the initiative and lean over and kiss Ezra softly. “See,” I said, “just let them work this out. They’ll be fine.” Things went from 0 to 60 in the blink of an eye. I guess all that pent up attraction to one another had to find some sort of release. E flipped Viv over and lay her back on the sofa thingie, I keep forgetting the name of it but Imani always tells me what it is. Vivian’s legs wrapped around him and they started doing a slow grind. I have to admit, it was sort of sexy to be watching them like that.
I glanced at Imani and she was showing signs of arousal as well. Her nipples were poking out and I could clearly see them through her bathing suit. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were fixed to the two brown bodies that were going at it. It was hard not to get turned on by their display. Except for the fact that they were both wearing bathing suits, our friends fucking right in front of us like they didn’t give a damn if the whole world could see them. The moonlight, the mojitos, the making out all made my dick harder than Chinese calculus.
I started mirroring Ezra’s actions while Imani kept her eyes focused on our friends. When he would kiss Vivian’s neck, I would kiss Imani’s. She tried to push me away but I could tell from the gentle moans she was making that she was really turned on. Ezra undid the tie on Vivian’s top and let it fall to the ground. He lowered his mouth to her hard nipples and started licking them, causing her to arch her back and cry out into the night. I did the same to Imani and she went crazy, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to her tits.
My mouth was going from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking, feeling her pussy grinding on me, when I heard Ezra clear his throat. He and Vivian were standing watching us, Vivian with a towel held across the front of her. “Hey, yo, uhmmm, do y’all think it would be alright if we uhmmm, crashed in the guest room tonight. We uhmmm.”
“Yeah, go right ahead,” I cut him off mid sentence, “mi casa, es tu casa,” I said, laughing to myself about continuing the Latin theme for the night. They were off before I could even get the words out of my mouth hardly. Imani was saying all kina shit about how everyone hooked up on the same night and how excited she was but I wasn’t tying to hear none of that. I pulled her bottoms off and I drove my tongue in between her pussy lips. They were slick with arousal and she tasted food as fuck. She grabbed the back of my head and started humping my mouth.
“Stop, stop, stop,” she said all of a sudden. I heard her loud and clear but I didn’t listen to a word she said. I started sucking her clit softly while I was trying to untie my trunks and get my dick out. “Stop,” she said, trying to scramble away. She pointed to the window that was the back bedroom of my house and I stopped long enough to look up to see what she wanted to show me. I’m a bachelor so the term window treatments was only something I’d heard when watching Trading Spaces with Imani when she was at the crib. I didn’t have blinds, curtains, shades, I didn’t even have a ghetto ass bedsheet hanging up. I called it my contemporary minimalist look, Imani called it being a trifulling. Anyway, we could see our friends, in front of the window plain as day, going at it. Viv was facing the window and looking down at us and E was behind her with his mouth plastered to her sexy ass. Imani said, “This is getting a little too carried away, let’s go inside. Besides, I’ve had to pee for the last hour and I can’t hold it much longer.”
“Yeah, I know,” I whispered. I started licking her pussy again, driving my tongue up inside her. She protested that we had to go inside, that she didn’t want to be seen, that she had to go to the bathroom and probably a few more reasons I didn’t pay attention to either.
By the time I slid my fingers in her pussy, she shut the hell up with all that complaining and she was saying, “Nowell, that feels so fucking good, oh yeah, eat my pussy, suck my clit, damn, mmmm, tongue fuck me.” I went into overdrive. I tried to lap up all her sexy juices but the more I licked, the more she made. Her clit got hard and I gave it the special treatment. That did the trick because then next thing I knew, she was saying, “What are you waiting for, I need that dick so fucking bad.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear and stood up and took my trunks all the way off. I glanced up at the window for a second and Ezra was holding Vivian, her arms and legs wrapped around him, and he was sliding her up and down on his dick. My dick was eye level with Imani, who was seated, and she grabbed it and started sucking it– stroking it. It was deep, if I closed my eyes, I could feel the most amazing pair of lips sliding up and down on my dick and if I opened my eyes I could see two people fucking right in front of me. Thinking back, I should have kept one eye open and one I closed. Anyway, when my dick was nice and wet, I sat down and pulled Imani on my lap. She was facing me and I was sucking those titties harder this time.
I grabbed my dick and I said, “Sit on it, ride me.” The heat when her pussy lips touched the head of my dick almost made me see stars. Hell, I thought I could see the fucking Aurora Borealis for a minute there when she started sliding up and down on me. Talk about ride or die, this chick was squeezing and grinding and working it like nobody’s bizness. I grabbed her ass with both hands and started doing my job to work my dick up in her and hit every spot she had.
“Oh shit, stop,” she was chanting, but she was still riding me. I wasn’t letting her go and she was meeting my every thrust by grinding her pussy on me and making my dick feel like it was enveloped in a heavenly body. “I’m serious Nowell, I have to pee, let me go.” She was out of breath and I could tell she was only minutes away from reaching her special moment.
I grabbed her ass and held on tight. I started working my dick up in her harder. “Go ahead.”
She threw her head back and gave into the pleasure momentarily but kept saying, “Please, stop, I really have to pee, let me go, come on.”
I had wanted this for a long time. Tonight was the night. The stars were aligned for everyone and I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass. “That’s right baby. Go. Go ahead and piss on me. Piss on my hard dick while I fuck you. Shower me, mami. I want to feel all that hot piss on my dick and balls while you ride this mother fucker. Piss right on me.”
There was a look of terror in her eyes. Mostly because I think she knew it was too late. I’d been masterminding this up all night. Little did I know that we’d have an audience to watch us but there was no turning back. Imani raised up so that just the head of my dick was in her pussy. The look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated pleasure. We’d talked about it before, about why I wanted to feel her piss on me and she was open-minded but hesitant. For me, I wanted to feel there was nothing my girl couldn’t share with me, that we were connected in a way that most people weren’t. I wanted to know that I was giving her dick so good that she wouldn’t stop for anything. Mostly I wanted to just fuck the piss outta her, plain and simple. I grabbed my shaft and it felt thicker than it had ever felt before. She shut her eyes but I couldn’t keep my eyes off that spot. It felt like and eternity and I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to give her an excuse to back out at the last minute. All I wanted was to feel her hot flow over my dick, balls, and running down my ass.
“Oh shit, I’m really doing it,” she softly whispered as I felt the first drops of piss. At first, it was nothing more than a few dribbles. I reached up with my hand and twisted her nipple like I was turning on a faucet and she let out a moan and the flow started getting stronger. She was moaning and licking her lips. “It feels so good, so natural, I like it,” she said, “do you like it too? Is this what you wanted?”
She didn’t even have to ask. It was like nothing I’d every experienced before. The sound was loud as her stream shot out on me. It was so fucking hot, damn. She was pissing on my hand, my dick, my body was getting wet with her pee. My dick got even harder than before and she was moaning so loud that I’m sure Vivian and Ezra could hear her clear as day. I moved my hand and she sat down hard on my dick and started grinding her pussy on me. Her stream seemed harder and I was trying not to bust a nut so fucking bad. The sound our bodies were making was driving me crazy as we were both getting wetter and wetter.
Imani looked sexier than I’d ever seen her before. She looked powerful and in control. She got up and walked over to the chaise lounge, that’s what it’s called, and spread her legs. “Come on Nowell, fuck me.” I knelt at the foot of the seat and I stared at her pussy. It was swollen from being aroused and getting fucked and it was still wet with piss. I held her legs up, my fingers digging in to the back of her thighs. I pinned her knees back and before she could say boo, I was licking her pussy.
I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I was tasting her pussy, wet with her fresh, hot piss. It tasted so damn good, sweet almost. Well, not exactly sweet but it tasted damn good, like her special gift to me. It was such a fucking head rush. She grabbed my head and pushed me away. I looked up and she had a glazed look in her eyes. Before I knew what was happening, I felt her piss hitting my chest. “FUUUUCK!” I stuck my tongue out and I instinctively tried to get it in her stream. She expertly stopped just before I could.
By that time, I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. I got between her legs and aimed my dick and . . . . “Nowell, wait.”
Uhhh, whatever, I was not about to wait for shit, I was going to fuck her silly, stupid, ridiculous. She grabbed the base of my dick and said, “Wait . . . piss on me.”
What the . . . ? The alcohol must have been going to my head because I could have sworn she said . . . nahhhh, I must have been hearing things. Sure enough, when I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, I heard it again. “Nowell, piss on me.”
I sat back on my knees and I looked down at her. I glanced over at the window and I couldn’t see Vivian and Ezra anymore. They could have been on the bed, on the floor, they could have been in the kitchen for all I knew. I can’t piss with a hardon and I was all prepared to explain that when I heard, “Oooh, yeah, cover me with your hot pee. I want to feel it on my tits. Give me that hot golden shower.”
I have never concentrated harder in my life in such a short period of time because somehow, within seconds, I willed myself to pee right there, hard dick and all. I controlled my flow with amazing skill, if I have to say so myself, and Imani luxuriated in it like it was a special treatment at her spa. She was holding her tits together and looking up at me and telling me how sexy it felt. She started sticking her tongue out, tempting me. I was frozen. Before I knew what was happening, she stuck her finger out and put it in the flow of piss and brought it to her mouth and started sucking it.
I lost it. I grabbed her hips and I pulled her to the end of the seat. I could see the drops of piss hanging from the tip of my slit and I rubbed them along hers. “Mmmm, fuck me, Nowell, fuck the piss out of me.” I took her words literally and I rammed every inch in my dick inside her. She was soaking wet with slippery juices and the sounds of our fucking were accentuated by the slapping of our bodies together with the pee that was between us. I reached down and kissed her. I could taste the slightly salty sweet taste of my piss on her lips and I’m sure she could taste her own on mine. I went into overdrive and I was deep stroking, long stroking, hard stroking, I was working up a sweat.
Her nails were digging into my back and she kept chanting, “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and all of a sudden, I could feel her pissing on me again. She was pissing while I was fucking her and she was nutting all over me. That did it and it pushed me over the edge. I pulled my dick out and shot my cum on her pee soaked, sweat stained stomach.
When I regained consciousness (don’t laugh at me, shit, I was tired), I went into overprotective mode. ‘Are you okay, are you alright?” I kept asking her if she was okay with everything that had happened.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the pool and dove in. I followed and we kissed and she held my face gently in her hands. “I’m more than fine. It’s not something that I want to do every day, but I enjoyed it. It was really hot and sexy. I liked it.”
The next morning, I was kicked out of bed at 7 AM to hose down the deck and clean up our mess. Apparently, Ezra had similar duties and was up a little after me, in the kitchen cleaning something in there too. I called Tracy and asked him how his night with Theresa went and he was damn near speechless. “Maaaan, you have no idea. All I can tell you is . . . it as wet and wild.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, “I can only imagine.”
Copyright 2007 AfroerotiK

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The Basketball game

The Basketball Game
This part 1 of a two part story, please post comments as if it should be written.
Ginger sat in the stands watching her 15 year old son Bill try to compete at the game. Bill was a tall kid but just didn’t have much talent. He was matched against a black kid who was both taller and a very talented. She watched them move and couldn’t help notice the bulge in his short. It appeared to be a large bulge, “ I wonder what it looks like hard” went through her mind.
The game ended in another defeat for Bills team. She waved and told him she’d be in the car waiting.
Ginger wasn’t a tall woman, five one a hundred and thirty pounds, 36C breasts perky nipples a tight ass and a wet pussy. She had been divorced for three years and her vibrator just wasn’t getting it done any more.
As she headed to her car she saw the kid who had been guarding her son walking beside her. Looking at him she smiled and said “you played a good game”. He looked her up and down grinned and said thanks and kept going. In a quiet whisper she mumbled nice ass.
They approached the door he stopped and opened it for her and grinned again. “Thank you sir she said as she went through the door”. He walked next to her for a moment and then said “my name is Ernest and I’m the captain of the team”. Well I’m Ginger and you played a great game but I was routing for the other team my son was the one trying to block you”.
He smiled, “well white men can’t play basket ball if there not big enough”. At that comment her eyes went directly to his crotch the bulge was still there. His shorts were tight and the outline of a large snake was plainly visible. All she could think of was getting it hard and getting fucked in ever orifice. Would it fit in her ass? Her pussy would stretch but. She was interrupted by Billy yelling to her. “Well goodbye Ernie”, “Goodbye Ginger, maybe I’ll see you around”. Ginger stopped her eyes moving from the bulge to his eyes. “Around where Ernie”? “You do go the mall right”? “Yes” “Well I work at the food court with a couple of the guys from the team every Tuesday and Wednesday.
Bill came up to them which ended the conversation, “Hi Ernie I see you know my mom”. “Yeah, she’s cool, see you later”. He walked away. Once in the car Ginger started asking questions about Ernie. From the conversation on the ride home she found out he was a year older then Bill, did work at the mall food court and was six seven. He volunteered his knick name which was The Big Gun.
Bill was showering, Ginger snuck into his room and checked his phone, sure enough there was Ernie phone number, and quickly she wrote it down and exited the room before she got caught.
At dinner they talked about the game and school, she was trying to steer the conversation to Ernie without being obvious. “The team you played today what school are they from”? “There from south”. Well they seemed very good players not that your team isn’t they just seemed better prepared”. “Are you friends with them”? “We know each other and talk once in a while but we don’t get together much as there black”. “They have there own friends and the two groups don’t intermingle much”.
“You should invite them over it maybe time to intermingle with people with different interests then you and you current group of friends”. Bill stood up and placed his dish in the sink, he gave his mother a quizzical look, “I’ll see if they want to come over this weekend and play some ball”.
He trotted up to his room and closed the door, Ginger sat at the table thinking of the cock stuffed into those pants and how nice it would be to suck the cum out of it. She was wondering should she flirt with him via phone or email. She knew she really wanted to see the size of the cock he had. As she sat there wondering about his cock she realized she was wet in the crotch and needed her vibrator.
After finishing the kitchen she headed for her bedroom for some sexual relief, as she passed Bills door she heard him talking on the phone. Putting her ear to the door to hear the conversation she was surprised.
“Yeah Ernie, my mom said I should invite some of you guys over to shoot some hoops”. “Friday after school sounds good I’ll see you around four”. The phone call was over so she hurried to her room.
She was excited about the Friday meeting; she could fanaticize the rest of the week about his big black cock. She wondered if she should text him and invite him to stay for dinner. She wondered what the hell am I thinking he’s 16, black and my son knows him.
Thursday she headed to the mall to get a few items at Victoria’s. Finished with the sexy underwear purchase she figured I’ll text and see if he’s working today. The message she sent was “I’m told you are coming over to shoot hoops Friday would you like to stay for something to eat”? she signed it Ginger. It took less then a minute, her phone buzzed. “What have you got”? Without thinking she text back coffee, tea or me and it send.
It took a while but his response was as she had hopped, “YOU”! She laughed to herself as she headed for her car with her purchases. She had bought pink spandex boy short and a black bra with half cups, a black garter belt and stockings and six inch black heels. She wasn’t sure why she’d done it but her pussy was wet every time she thought about him. Once home she went to her room and tried on the outfit. Looking in the mirror she thought not bad for a 36 year old.
She wasn’t sure why she had purchased the undies but as she was changing into her short and t shirt her phone rang. Looking down she didn’t recognize the number, she answered anyway. “Hello” “Hi Ginger its Ernest”. “Oh hi what’s up”? There was a long pause and he replied “I’m up”. “Well I suppose that’s good, right”? “Not really it’s uncomfortable as hell”. Trying to sound as motherly as possible she replied “You should do something about it”. “Well I was thinking about you and this is what happened”. “I’m flattered”. Before she could say anything else he chuckled and replied, “Perhaps you can help me with it tomorrow”?
Ginger’s mind was racing this has gone way too far; I’ve got to nip this now before it gets out of hand. “Listen Ernie, let’s hope your all better by tomorrow ok”? “See you tomorrow Ginger”.
The phone went dead and she was standing there shacking, she tore off her jeans and was rubbing her slit thinking about a strange black kid when she felt the ripples of pleasure sweep over her.
Friday she cleaned the house and waited for four o’clock to arrive. Bill got home at 3:45 with Ernest and another black kid in tow, his name was Jamal. Billy made the introductions as two more pulled up on the bikes. There names were Trevor and Clyde. She asked if anyone wanted a cold drink and was told they had brought drinks with them. They all went into the garage to change into there basketball gear and she went in the kitchen. From there she had a clear view of there game.
About a half hour into the game they took a break, Ernest asked to use the bathroom and Billy sent him to the one in the hall near his room. Ginger heard noise and quietly climbed the stairs. The bathroom door was open and as she crept closed she heard “Ginger come in here”, it was Ernie. Taking a deep breath she walks to the door. He was leaning against the sink facing her, “Would you like to see my snake”? Her eyes were fixed on the package in his shorts, she really wanted to see what he had but her response was “No Ernest and please use the downstairs bathroom in the future”. He continued to look at her with a smile on his face, he took his right hand a rubbed it on his covered cock. It started to move as if it had a mind of its own.
Her eyes were fixed on the bulge now; he grabbed the elastic on the short and pulled them down. All she could do was gasp. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen; it had to be 10 inches long and 2 inches round. Ginger just fell to her knees grabbed his cock and started kissing and sucking the head. She was in a cock trance all she wanted was the giant stuffed in her pussy, ass or mouth. Ernest took his hands and put them on the back of her head, he forced more cock down her throat until she was gagging and her eyes were watering. She wouldn’t let the cock go and kept sucking hoping for a load of cum from those baseball sized balls he had hanging down.
He pushed her head away and looked down into her eyes, “you like sucking cock don’t you”, “Yes I do especially your big cock”. He pulled her to her feet and started rubbing her pussy. “Wow you’re soaking wet”, “thanks to your beautiful cock”. Just then Jamal walked in. “Hey Jamal feel those tits and this pussy”, “gladly brother”. Jamal was squeezing her tits and she now had two different hands on her pussy she was in cock heaven, she shuttered and a small ripple of orgasm shot threw her. Jamal had pulled his cock out it was almost as large as Ernie’s, perhaps not as long but thicker for sure.
Both guys were really getting her turned on, finally Ernie spoke. Look Ginger we want to fuck your brains out but your son is here so there is the problem. Ginger just nodded as she was mesmerized by there cocks. “If we leave does he have any friends you could get him to spend the night with” asked Jamal? Now she was thinking, I’ll try but, “But shit” snapped Ernie. “If you want cock you’ll work this out, you have my number”. Both guys pulled up there shorts and headed back to the hoops.
Ginger could not believe what had just happened, her pussy ached for there cocks, all she could think about was having the monster stretch he out and fuck her. Quickly she went into her bedroom, took off her shorts and panties and put on dry panties and jeans.
She went to the kitchen and watched them shoot hoops for another ten minutes. Finally Clyde announced, “I have to go guys”, that broke up the game and they all started to leave. Ten minutes later they were gone. Ginger looked at Billy, “did you have fun honey”? “No not really there just too damn good for me”. “Well you need to practice dear”.
Billy went upstairs to shower and her phone buzzed; it was Ernie any luck with the kid? Her reply was instant, I’m working on it.
Billy came down into the kitchen and sat at the table, “Pizza for dinner mom”? “I guess that will be ok”. Ginger poured herself a large glass of wine and ordered the pizza. “What are your plans for tonight hon”? “I’m not sure mom, haven’t heard from anyone yet so I may stay home with you”. “That would be great”.
All Ginger could think about was cock. The doorbell rang and she paid the pizza delivery guy and they ate. Bill finished and went up stairs to his room. About six forty five he came downstairs beaming. “Mom there’s a party at Becky’s I think I’ll go”. Ginger’s mind was racing, “ok what time will you be home”? “Midnight if that’s ok” “Ok but don’t be late”.
Billy went upstairs to change and Ginger went to her phone, texting Ernie, I’ll be alone from seven thirty till eleven forty five, she it send. It took less then a minute for the phone to buzz, a text from Ernie we’ll be there at seven thirty if you are alone leave outside light off, and have something sexy on. Ginger giggled; she gulped down her glass of wine and poured another. I must be crazy to be doing this she thought but he did have a great cock and she just couldn’t wait to get her mouth and pussy on it.
She went into her bedroom and put on the pink boy shorts garter belt stockings and bra. Fixing her hair she heard Bill knock on the bedroom door. “Mom I’m leaving now”, she stayed in the bathroom and yelled back “have a good time baby”.
Watching the front of the house she saw Billy walk down the driveway and out of sight. She ran downstairs and turned off the light. Stopping by the kitchen she poured another glass of wine. She ran upstairs put on the black high heels left her robe in the bedroom and went to the living room to wait.
In less then two minutes there was a knock, she looked through the peek hole and there was Ernie and Jamal. Pausing for a moment the thought that two black boy were waiting to come in and fuck her, it made her excited and apprehensive. Taking a deep breath she opened the door, they came in.
She closed the door quickly once they were in, she backed up three steps gave them a sexy smile and said, “Do you like what you see”? From the bulge in there shorts she knew they did. Ernie pulled her close opened his mouth and she felt his tongue go down her throat. At the same moment he started rubbing her pussy; Jamal was rubbing her ass and pushing his middle finger on her tight anal entrance. This went on for at least five minutes. They all stopped for breath, Ernie told her “You look hot, let go upstairs”.
The three headed to her bedroom and closed the door. Both guys pulled there shorts down and there large cocks sprang out. Jamal said “Ernie look at her panties”, all three of them looked at her crotch. Ginger had long red hair and a red bush patch which was neatly trimmed. The panties were tight and you could see her cunt lips and clit. The large wet spot was proof she was ready. Jamal sat her down on the corner edge of the bed, he took a handful of her hair she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in her mouth. In this position she had her legs spread open Ernie was snapping pictures of her sucking cock. He made sure he got shots of her wet cunt which had soaked through her panties completely.
Ernie came over and removed her bra, her nipples were hard as stones and he squeezed them hard. All she did was moan with delight as the large cock was half was down her throat. Jamal pulled his cock out and Ernie inserted his cock in her mouth. Jamal held her hands at her side and Ernie had one hand on the back of her head as he forced his cock down her throat while squeezing her nipples with his other hand. Her eyes were watering, she was gagging with saliva coming out of her mouth but he held the cock deep in her throat. Jamal released her hands and she pushed back, the cock plopped out of her mouth.
Ernie looked at her, “When you suck a cock you do not use your hands do you understand”? Ginger just smiled and shook her head yes. Stand up She rose and they both took hold of the waist band of her panties and pulled down. She stepped out of them. They both leaned down and sucked her hard cilt. Helping her on too the bed, Ernie got between her legs she felt the head of his cock at her pussy lips a slight pressure and it was in. It felt wonderful he held it there for a moment for her to get use to the size and started pushing it in slow but steady.
Gingers mind was racing, god his cock felt wonderful and he was really stretching her out. She pushed up to help get more cock. He stopped for a moment as her pussy adjusted to the size then he continued to push in. My god she thought how much more is there. Jamal got on the bed, “Go for it man slam dunk her”. With one final thrust he went balls deep. She yelped and moaned at the same time but he didn’t pull out at all. Her pussy muscles squeezed the giant cock, it had gone past her cervix. No cock had ever been that deep inside her. She felt a deep warm wave building deep in her pussy. As he slowly started to pull his cock out a bit the intensity or the orgasm grew until she spread her legs even wider dug her nails into his back and screamed fuck me. He drove his cock back in as deep as possible and they both felt liquid coming out of her. He kept a slow steady pace as she moaned and quivered beneath her. After several minutes the pace has sped up and he was pounding her deeply. She had another screaming orgasm, and realized he was close. Holding him close she whispered, “don’t come in me baby I’m” and she felt him tense up, his cock got harder, it felt like a fire hose going off in her cunt. Never had she felt anyone cum like that it caused her to have a third very powerful orgasm.
They both lay there catching there breath, Ernie removed his cock, plop and a torrent of cum and pussy juice flooded the bed. She looked over at him with a contented smile, just then Jamal mounted her. His cock wasn’t as long but it was wide. Her pussy was stretched out and sloppy from cum and her juices so the fat cock slipped in easily. He was ball deep pumping her like crazy. “My god I feel another orgasm was all she had time to think as the hot wave of passion swept over her. Screaming like an animal she had yet her fourth orgasm. Her orgasm caused him to drive his cock deep and she felt cum spraying the inner walls of her unprotected pussy for the second time. Jamal collapsed on her and they both layed there for a minute before he removed his cock and again her pussy plopped. She felt cum and pussy juice running out of her.
Ernie was filming the exit of cum form her pussy as she lay there. She smiled looked at him, “Thank you guys, I feel great”. Jamal scoped a handful cum from her pussy and brought it too her lips, she opened her mouth and put out her tongue.
They filled her mouth and tongue with most of the cum which had leaked out and she smiled and swallowed with pleasure.
Ernie looked at her “well you like to fuck and swallow cum”. Looking straight at him with a look of a well fucked woman she giggled, “I prefer cum from the source if you know what I’m saying”. “Yeah you would rather suck it out, right”. “Yes I would”. Before she could say another word Ernie’s cock was in her mouth. His cock is already hard again she thought. He was on the bed and she was sucking his cock when she felt Jamal put something cold and slippery on her anal entrance. Ernie held he head in place and before she knew it his cock head was in her ass. Ug was all she could get out as he proceeded to go ball deep into her ass.
Until tonight her ass had been virgin and now a strange black kid had his large black cock balls deep in her and it felt wonderful. Her pussy started to twitch and she felt the warm wave building. This can’t be happening was all she thought as the wave caused her to start to spasm, moan and cry. That was all it took for Jamal to stiffen go deep and she felt a blast of cum filling her bowels. At the same moment Ernie grabbed her head, pushed his cock deep into her throat and blasted her with sperm. He came so much it came out of her nose and out the side of her mouth. He releases her head and they all collapsed on the bed.
“That was incredible guys but didn’t you bring any rubbers”? Jamal and Ernie looked at each other; Ernie spoke “We don’t like rubbers do you”? “Well no but”, “Look Ginger either take the morning after pill or have a black baby”. Do you want me to fuck you again”? “Now? “Yes right now”. “Yes please.
Ernie rolled over and pushed in giant cock into her very sloppy cunt. Since she had been fucked several times already he cunt was very slippery, even so the giant cock had to push to get to the bottom of her pussy. She pulled him close I really love your cock please take your time I need it. Ernie kept up a slow rhythm for ten minutes, in that time she had at least four more orgasms. He continued his deep thrusting, his cock stiffened and cum flowed deep in her womb this caused her to have yet another terrific orgasm. He rolled off her, and propped two pillows under her head. Cum and pussy juice were oozing out of her. He started feeding her the cum. She realized Jamal was recording it but at the time she didn’t care. “You like warm cum don’t you”? “yes I could suck cock and swallow cum for hours”.
At 11:30 Ernie and Jamal started getting dressed. She looked at the “yes you’d better get going Bill will be home soon”. “You better get cleaned up a bit yourself “as you bush and pussy are full of cum, it’s in your hair and on your face”. “For that matter it’s in my nose and ass too”.
“I’ll text you tomorrow to see about your schedule for more fucking”. “Great thank you for a great fuck”.
They left through the side door and ten minutes Bill walked in the front door. Ginger pretended to be asleep so Bill quietly went to his room. The taste and smell of cum was just what she needed for a great nights sleep.

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Cherry Popper: Part 2

This is part two of my story, where we switch viewpoints to Billy. Things happen slightly differently in this version, this is deliberate as people remember things differently, they see what they want to see, hear what they want to hear. As with part one, this is just a story, always practice safe sex and everyone is as old as they need to be. Please let me know if this is worse or better than part one. Thank you.

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An Edited Life, Part 3

The steel posture collar chilled my neck and my belly raged hot as I kneeled on Andre Gregory’s living room floor.
He clasped the collar’s other two locks before circling around me, his eyes taking me in, my body bare except for the collar he’d just closed around my neck and locked.
I’d read about things like this. While such stories intrigued me, I’d never imagined myself in such a position; being bold enough to yield control to another human being, to subject myself to their dominance, their desires.
Andre turned his back to me again, his hand disappearing into the box, this time drawing from it four smaller metal rings whose designs matched that of the collar I wore.
“Hold out your hands,” he said, and I complied, reaching in front of me as he attached the cuffs to my wrist and locked them, one at a time.
“Stand,” he said, “and put your feet on the coffee table, in turn.
I did as I was told, rising from the floor and putting my left foot on the table long enough for him to cuff and lock my ankle, before doing the same with my right foot.
Twenty-four hours ago, Andre and I were at work together, toiling through another day of information among a half year’s worth of days filled with information, information and even more information.
Slightly more than twelve hours ago, he picked me up at Escape, bought me a drink and danced with me before bringing me to his home and fucking me thrice.
And now stood before him, naked, collared, cuffed, my pussy bare and my confidence and self-control having abandoned me, shifting on my feet as I awaited his next words or actions.
“Return to your knees, please,” Andre said calmly.
I sank back to the rug, my feet butt resting against my heels, my thighs in a “V” and my hands resting on them as my back and neck remained straight.
“Perfect,” he said, “Absolutely perfect.”
The emotions that flowed through me are difficult to describe. After six months without a social life, there was pride, even relief, in once again being the object of a man’s desire, his lust. With the yielding of control came uncertainty and nervousness. And the thought of walking into the office Monday left me horrified over the embarrassment I knew I’d feel.
Andre reached beneath my face, curling his forefinger beneath my chin and lifting, and I knew he wanted me to stand again. He led me to the sofa’s back and bent me over it, just as he had the night before, only this time he pulled my wrists behind me. I heard a couple of snaps and realized my cuffs had been clasped together, and then with two more snaps I found my ankles locked to each another.
I stood still in the silence, bent over the sofa’s back, my tits dangling from my frame with my wrists and ankles locked together, leaving me completely at Andre’s whims.
A squeal exploded from me when Andre spanked me forcefully. God it hurt.
“To whom do you belong, Gabi?” Andre said.
The question was just unexpected enough that my hesitation brought another brutal slap to my ass, and I whimpered as the pain brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m yours, Andre, yours,” I muttered.
“What did you call me?” he asked before spanking me again, this time hard enough to make me lurch forward over the sofa to the point that my feet came off the floor.
“Master!” I shrieked, hoping for the sake of my burning ass that I’d gotten it right.
Andre said nothing, and the next sensation I felt was of his fingertip smearing something cold and slick onto my rose, before sliding his finger through it and spreading the cool jelly inside me.
“Oh God, there’s no way I could 
” I began to object, only to be cutoff in midsentence.
“You can and you will,” said Andre.
He removed his finger from my ass and pulled me open, teasing my back door with his thick, spongy head before pressing forward and filling my rump.
I thrashed against the couch, my colon searing as he inched further and further into me.
Somehow, I managed not to scream.
It took away my breath when Andre pulled back and pushed into me again, and I squealed, “Please! Please! Please!” as he sodomized my helpless body.
“You’ll thank me for this later,” he said, as he rocked behind me, my ass agonizing as his motion stretched it.
What was to happen later? How is having my boss’s fat black dick in my ass going to help me later?
He continued to take me in the most intimate way I could imagine and I tried not to hyperventilate or pass out from the pain.
Andre’s hands stayed on my hips as he thrust hard into me, and my breasts danced wildly as they hanged from my chest, bouncing out of control each time his pelvis slapped my buns.
The relief I felt when he pulled out of me was all too brief.
Andre unclasped my ankle’s cuffs and guided me around the sofa before releasing my arms from behind my back. He put me on the couch’s cushions, on my back, and then connected each wrist to its corresponding ankle before crawling between my legs and returning his prick to my ass.
I felt possessed, owned. I was being objectified and used, and it suddenly seemed like a respected co-worker saw me as nothing as an instrument of pleasure.
Immediately after sliding back into my pucker, Andre started fucking me harder than he had any of the three times he’d taken my pussy. It was painful and humiliating, and I was helpless to do anything about it.
And it excited me.
Even in college, when everyone experiments with their sexuality, I’d never felt as much a slut as I did with my wrists and ankles locked together and my boss’s dick pounding my ass.
“I’m such a fucking whore,” I gasped, almost out of breath.
“Yes you are,” Andre chuckled, “And you’re my whore.”
Again and again he planted his shaft deep inside my colon, and the pain eventually gave way to a numbness I’d never before felt. Without warning, my pussy gushed against his pelvis and he laughed aloud as he said, “You are such a natural slave.”
A hot flash erupted within me as the word “slave” raked against my soul, but I had little time to process what Andre had said to me before Andre filled my ass with spunk, a sensation I’d never before experienced.
He held still as he came and we looked at each other, his satisfaction made obvious by the expression on his face.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me?” I said as his jizz began to leak from my rump.
“Claiming you, enslaving you, making everything about you mine, Gabi,” he said, still holding himself deep in my jelly-like ass.
For whatever reason, the first thing that hit me was the irony of the beginning of Andre’s capture of me taking place at Escape, literally moments before I would have escaped from what had otherwise been an utterly boring and useless evening.
“Can we really do this?” I asked, hoping he understood the concerns that were so obvious to me.
“Given what’s happened during the last fifteen or sixteen hours, it seems as if we’ve done it,” he retorted.
Andre unclasped my cuffs before withdrawing from me, and then pulled me atop him as he lay on the sofa, placing his hand at the back of my head, pulling my face to his and giving me what felt like an almost loving kiss.
“We’re going out tonight, and it’s likely to be different than anything you’ve experienced,” said Andre, after taking his lips from mine.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering just how much more different from my past life experience the weekend could become than what it already had.
“I’ll not tell you ahead of time,” he said. “Just trust me.”
It was at that point that I did something that, in retrospect, surprised even me.
“Yes, my Master,” I replied, causing Andre to purr happily.
Master? Really? Had my existence at The Meadows grown so dull, so mundane that the man who had been my superior at work – even a friend – could, with seemingly damned little effort, turn me into his fucktoy?
“We should get some sleep,” Andre said. “It’s going to be a long night.”
We rose from the couch and walked down the hall to his bedroom, nuzzling one another as we dozed off in his bed, my slumber only slightly delayed as I wondered what the evening would bring.
As had been the case when I’d awoken in the morning, Andre was already out of bed. I’d been out for a couple of hours, and with my awakening came the scent of food, grilled food.
I found Andre on the deck, dressed and manipulating steaks on his grill, he turned and smiled at me as I stepped onto the deck from the French doors, purring, “Good evening, my pet.”
“Need help with anything?” I asked, only to immediately realize that there was little appeal in preparing food naked.
“Not at all,” he said. “I’ve got everything under control.”
“Even me,” I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Even you,” he quickly added.
It didn’t take long before dinner was ready. I’m not sure how I’d missed it, but hours before Andre had placed a couple of potatoes in his slow cooker so that they’d be ready for dinner.
We returned to the table where we’d had lunch, eating ribeyes, the potatoes and a selection of fruit slices that includes apples, bananas and oranges, along with whole grapes and strawberries.
We made small talk as we dined, but I knew better than to ask about the evening’s plans, having already been told they wouldn’t be revealed in advance. I was, however, hopeful that I’d be allowed to wash off the remnants of the day’s repeated fucking before we did whatever it was Andre had planned.
Once dinner was finished, we cleared the table, taking the dishes to the kitchen, washing and drying them before putting them away.
“I’m going to remove your collar and cuffs so you can bathe,” Andre said to me. “Take your time, relax, enjoy the spa.”
I followed Andre to his bedroom where he unlocked and removed the collar and each of the four cuffs. Even after having had them on but a few hours, my neck, wrists and ankles felt as bare as my pussy had right after I’d shaved it at Andre’s insistence.
It seemed to take forever for the tub to fill, but it eventually did. Steam rose from the water’s surface, and I turned on the spa’s jets, circulating the vessel’s liquid before happily emerging myself in its wet warmth.
The bath felt wonderful.
There are times one doesn’t realize how much they ache till they relax. The pulsating water massaged me, relaxed me, put me at ease. And then, just as I might have otherwise drifted off to sleep, I began to wash myself, slowly, thoroughly, wanting to be clean for my Master.
It was with regret that I eventually pulled myself from the tub and began to dry myself with a towel, drying and styling my hair and applying the makeup Andre so graciously brought from my apartment before walking into his bedroom again.
Lying on his bed were some of my clothes, but the white satin corset and its matching thong, along with white thigh-highs and heeled sandals weren’t exactly what I’d imagined I’d be wearing out.
Knowing better than to ask, I began to put them on. Andre eventually entered the room and cinched the corset tight and tied it before putting my collar and cuffs back on and locking them.
He motioned for me to follow him, and we walked down the hall, through his living room and into his garage, getting into his Wrangler and pulling out of his driveway with the night sky above us.
Andre drove to a more expensive neighborhood within The Meadows, the place where Alan Mercer – The Meadow’s founder and the man who recruited me – lived. I was horrified when Andre pulled up to the gate outside Alan’s home, announced himself into the speaker and the gate slid open, allowing us entry.
There were several other cars on driveway that arched in front of Alan’s home, and I began to feel sick, realizing that I was going to be paraded into the house by Andre Gregory, collared and cuffed, wearing a corset, thong, thigh-highs and heeled sandals before Alan and God knows who else.
Andre parked and motioned for me to wait for him. He walked around the Wrangler and opened my door, reaching into his pocket and producing a leash which he attached to my posture collar, and then he led me to Alan’s front door.
The door opened as we walked up the steps toward it.
“Good evening, Andre, and 
 Gabi?” said Alan, causing me to freeze in my tracks, the leash Andre held stretching as he continued to walk.
“This is quite a surprise,” Alan continued, “one we’re all sure to enjoy.”
We entered the house and followed Alan to his basement where we were met by about ten men, all of whom I recognized as the elite of The Meadows, a banker, a couple of lawyers, a judge, among others, and they all began to whoop and holler as Andre led me into the middle of the room.
Embarrassed and humiliated, I looked around to see them all smiling back at me. The sickness in the pit of my stomach that I’d felt since Andre turned the Wrangler toward Alan’s gate grew tenfold as I stood in a room with a dozen men, all of whom knew me professionally.
At this point, I realized that the likely best scenario is that Alan and the other ten men would watch Andre fuck me senseless as he’d been doing since last night, but that an even more dreadful image was of the dozen of them gangbanging me for hours on end, my body already uncomfortable from what it had endured from Andre.
“Is everyone ready?” Alan asked, prompting another round of joyful shouts.
Alan walked toward a door, and I had no choice but to move with Andre as he held the leash and followed Alan, with everyone else trailing me.
Alan opened the door, reached inside it and turned on a light, and then Andre and I were but steps behind him after he entered.
The room’s contents left me aghast.
“Your choice, Andre,” Alan said, prompting Andre to guide me to something near the room’s center.
Next to us stood a pair of stainless steel poles with a mat between them. Each pole had identical loops spaced about three inches apart running their lengths.
Andre detached the leash from my collar before unsnapping the garters that connected my thigh-highs to my corset, and then he slipped his thumbs into my thong’s sides and pulled it down my legs.
Alan handed Andre a bar with clasps on each end, and Andre knelt before me and pulled my ankles apart, affixing each of the clasps to either of my ankle cuffs, forcing my legs to remain open. He then slid a stand to my pelvis, bending me over its leather-clad padded top, and then he chained my wrists to the steel poles on either side of me, before using two more chains to attach the sides of my collar to each of my wrists.
The position was similar to having been placed in a stockade.
The dozen men were behind me, and the posture collar and meticulous chaining prevented me from turning my head to see what was happening.
So I stood there, still, helpless and expecting the worst.
Several silent moments passed before I heard several men smirk behind me. The sensations I felt next were ones that I’d become increasing familiar with since last night.
Andre grabbed me from behind and in one swift, brutal motion he shoved himself deep inside me, causing me to jerk forward and emit a raw, throaty groan as he sank into my snatch.
The chains began to rattle as he fucked me, and I stood there, leaning over the padded pedestal, chained to the poles on either side of me, presented for his use.
“Look at that slut take that thing,” someone smirked from behind me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I raged with embarrassment. A day ago, I’d left my office a respected professional among these people, or at least I thought I had. Now, every single one of these men viewed me as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
“Who owns this pussy?” Andre growled.
“You do, Master,” I breathlessly panted, prompting chuckles from some of the other men.
Gazing at the floor, I noticed a pair of feet in front of me. Andre grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head till my lips were even with the head of an erect cock. My eyes glanced upward to see Alan Mercer’s face, and another wave of heat resonated through me.
My lips parted for Alan’s dick, and he filled my mouth with it. Alan wasn’t nearly as challenging to accommodate as Andre had been earlier in the day, but few men would be.
As the man whose signature was on every paycheck I’d received for the past six months began to use my mouth, Andre’s vicious thrusts continued to rattle my crotch, and the other ten men watched as I was abused at both ends.
It took but a few minutes before Alan’s warm goo was sliding down my throat and oozing from the corners of my mouth. His pelvis shook against my face as he unloaded, all the while Andre still relentlessly stabbing my pussy with his enormous black shaft, driving me wild.
I hadn’t even caught my breath before another dick was at my lips, and I obediently began to suckle it, just as I had Alan’s.
Andre’s release was just like all his others had been; hot, massive, filling. Again, he stayed completely in me as his cock spit the contents of his balls into my womb, and I felt marked, possessed.
His pussy.
Andre had barely exited me before another, noticeably smaller prick had taken its place in my gaped, seeded slit and began to slide back and forth amidst my cum-soaked walls.
And that’s how the night continued. For the next several hours, my pussy, ass and mouth absorbed the same twelve cocks time and time again, leaving me numb, raw, filled and covered in cum. I was broken, degraded, used. My athletic frame had been pushed to its limits and then some, and I was left a quivering mess, my mind nothing but a void.
I’d not even noticed that the fucking had stopped and that I’d been unchained from the poles till my body was against Andre’s and he was holding me to support me. I was aware enough to blush when the men applauded as I staggered on weak legs, leaning against Andre as we exited the room, went up the stairs and left Alan’s home.
Andre opened the door on my side of his Wrangler and helped me into the seat, and I groaned weakly when pain racked through me as I sat. It was only then that I noticed that Andre hadn’t even bothered to put my thong back on me, and that it probably didn’t even matter.
After closing my door, Andre entered the vehicle’s other side, drove around the arched driveway, stopping only long enough for the gate to open, before turning onto the street and heading home. My eyes closed and I drifted off during the few minutes’ journey back to Andre’s house.
My next recollection was of Andre lifting me from the seat and carrying me into his home, through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed, removing my shoes, stockings and corset. I hurt all over and was barely connected to reality as he undressed me.
“How often 
 am I gonna 
 have to do 
 that?” I said in little more than a whisper.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Andre replied. “But I know they absolutely adored you.”
Slowly, I curled into a ball on Andre’s bed and closed my eyes.
“Get some sleep, pet,” my Master said. “The weekend’s only half over.”

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Last Day at Work

Last Day of Work
I had known that this day had been coming for a long time. Money was getting tight at the business and someone was going to feel the axe. The company I was working for, Global Commodities, was feeling the pinch from a lack of sales both domestically and internationally. Because of that, they were forced to find a way to cut costs. One of those was was the letting go of non-essential employees, such as secretaries and janitorial staff. Upper management always believes these people to be expendable, but they fail to see the worth of some individuals beyond their numerical value. My friend Michelle was one of these people.
I was fortunate to have meet Michelle when she was hired at the company. She was 23 years old, fresh out of college, and looking for her first real job. A very attractive young woman, with a wonderful smile and a positive attitude, she had zero background in what was handled by the company that I worked for. As the manager of the oversees commodities acquisition department, I saw someone with incredible potential and a bright future. So like many actions associated to my job, I took a chance and recommended that she be brought on as a secretary in my unit, and I began to mentor her in the field of purchasing and selling commodities. Michelle showed great promise, but because of slumping sales and a bad economy, she never had the opportunity to excel.
Michelle had only been with the company for about six months when I received the memo from the corporate executives that all support staff within the nine month probationary period would be dismissed due to a lack of sales. This memo went out company wide, and everyone received the same information at the same time. This was the first time I had ever seen Michelle cry. She burst into my office, her eyes as red as her beautiful shoulder length hair. She sat down at my desk and sobbed uncontrollably.
“This is completely unfair.” She said, in between sniffles. She took a Kleenex from my desk, knocking over a picture frame of my last fishing trip by accident, and blew hard into the tissue. “I have been pouring my heart and life into this job, and now, after making so many friends and learning so much, I have to just give it all up? What am I going to do?”
I sat her down in my office chair behind my desk and pulled over one of my side chairs that visitors would use when I had client meetings. I waited for a few minutes as she regained a small amount of composure, a reassuring hand placed on top of her hands, which were placed on her lap. I could feel the warmth of her gentle and smooth skin on my fingers as she sobbed. It almost felt like some type of electricity was flowing from her into me. I felt an instant attraction to her, something I had never felt towards her before. We had worked several long hours before, been on a few business trips, and had multiple working lunches and dinners, but we had never had anything beyond a professional relationship. While I sat there, with my hand on her hand, I began to regret that decision. Michelle was an extremely attractive woman, and I had missed a great opportunity. I decided that I needed to help her, and as a mentor and a friend, there was only one thing I could think of to both clear her mind and set her in a new, forward moving direction. “You need to have a going way party, and we need to get you trashed.” “I mean, really fucked up.” “It won’t solve this problem, but I will reach out to some friends in the field and see what I can do for you.” “In the meantime, you need to get drunk and forget your worries.”
Michelle started to brighten up a little, and her cheeks got red when I suggested she got drunk. Perhaps she was thinking of the last time I saw her drunk. We were on a business trip to Toronto, and the dive bar that we decided to go to saw a one night only showing of Coyote Ugly starring Michelle and two of the other secretaries. After that night she had said that she had behaved a little unprofessionally, but I had told her that she was young and needed to have fun every now and then. I was only five years older then her, but as her mentor I must have seemed like a father to her. I took her hand and placed it between mine, and told her to pick a local bar for a party tonight and to go invite some people. I also told her not to worry about the costs, cause this was going to be my treat. Her response could only be described as giddy, and she reached forward and gave me a hug, followed by a short kiss on the lips. He lips were soft to the touch, and she smelled fantastic, but it was too short of a kiss to return. But it had a feeling to it, like I had dragged my feet across the carpet and touched a metal doorknob. The spark was strong and short. She thanked me and quickly ran out the door. I sat down in my desk chair, it was still warm from her body and smelled of her scent. I felt my pants getting tighter, as the bulge in my underwear grew. I moved my hand down under my desk and rubbed my cock through my pants, mainly to straighten it out, but also because it felt so good. As I rubbed my stiff dick, I breathed in her smell from my chair, and let out a small moan. I could feel my balls beginning to ache and beg for me to release the cum that had began to build in me quickly since that first touch of her lips to mine. I never masturbated at the office, never had a need to, but something about Michelle had caused me to get aroused quickly, and I was unable to control myself. I quickly undid my belt, pulled the lid off of my paper coffee cup, and removed my now completely hard cock from my pants. I was fully erect, all six to seven inches in my hand, as I stroked. Long, deep strokes. It only took a few, and after breathing in the smell of her from my chair one more time, I shot string after string of hot cum into the cup. I let the cup fall to the floor when I finished, my limp dick in my hand. Afterwards, I picked up, threw the cup away, dressed back up, and went to go wash up. On the way out the door, I ran into Michelle. She told me that she got a group together to go to Mic’s bar on Fifth street tonight. I knew the place and told her that I would see her there.
I didn’t get to the bar until a little after nine, and the party was already going strong. The owner of the bar, Sally, was Mic’s ex and now the current owner of the bar. She was contemplating a name change after the divorce, but because everyone knew it as Mic’s, she decided to keep the name. I had been to Mic’s so many times that I felt like I owned stock in it. It was a dive bar, plain and simple, but it was my dive bar. I had found several one night stands here, and Sally had helped me secure some of them. Nothing is better than having the owner of a bar as your wingman. I asked Sally how the party was going, and she told me that the red head, who I identified as Michelle, was crazy, out of control, and huge amounts of fun. Sally told me that her and Michelle reenacted a few scenes from Cocktail, and that they were running the bar for the better part of an hour. I asked Sally if she had broken anything, and Sally just laughed. She told me that she only let Michelle swing around the cheap stuff, so I didn’t have to worry too much about the price. I told Sally to bill me for the cost and left her to her work. I saw Michelle out on the dance floor, surrounded by several of the girls from work and a few I didn’t recognize. She was bouncing around, red hair flowing like a wildfire. I admired her from the bar. Michelle had an amazing body, standing about 5’8” and about 120 pounds. Her slender figure reflected the bar light off of her, accenting every angle. Her breasts appeared to be average size, and the bra that she had on under her shirt was holding them firmly in place. Her legs were long and slender, and they were a perfect complement to her upper body. But the thing I could not take my eyes off of was her ass. It was perfect. A lovely round shape, that curved along her skirt line and formed a heart shaped pattern against the tight fabric. Every time she bounced to the music, her butt shook, and my heart skipped. People say that you should always think with your head and never your cock, but both of them were wanting the same thing that night.
Michelle appeared to be enjoying herself on the dance floor, and since she looked like she was going to be there for a while, I went back to the bar and ordered another drink. While I was waiting, one of the other girls from the group came over and stood next to me at the bar. She introduced herself to me as Kim, a nice looking Asian girl, in her early 30s with black hair to just below her ears. She had on a silk blouse and a black skirt, with black heels that made her 3 inches taller than she was. The top three buttons of her blouse were undone and provided a spectacular view of her cleavage. Kim’s breasts were not above average, but they were perky and she did not have a bra on tonight. A quick peak when she leaned over the bar allowed me to see one of her nipples in the mirror behind the bar. She had lovely tan nipples, small and pointy. I couldn’t help but stare. They were very nice, and I have always liked Asian breasts and the tan nipples that sit atop them. I left my gaze lingering a little too long and was caught looking by Kim. She looked at me back through the mirror, winked, and pulled her shirt down so I could get a better look. My cock immediately awoke, and I turned and kissed her on the lips. She returned it, with tongue, and I returned it in kind. Our tongues danced in each others mouths for what seemed like an eternity. Kim broke away for a minute, then reached down and put her hand on my belt. She then pulled me by my belt to a hallway, past the restrooms, to a stack of boxes that had empty glass bottles inside of them. The boxes provided the right amount of cover for what we had in mind.
Kim resumed where we had left off, only this time she was much more aggressive. While we kissed, she unzipped my pants and undid my belt, causing my pants to slide down to my ankles. I pushed her up against the wall, and buried my face into her breasts. As I nibbled on her tits and nipples, I could hear her moans getting louder as she stroked my cock. I could smell her perfume on her breasts, and the sent was electric. It pushed me further into ecstasy, I undid two more buttons on Kim’s blouse, and freed her breasts. Taking one in a free hand, and the other in my mouth, I began to squeeze and suck. “Oh fuck, you are so dirty! Taking me down this hallway and having your way with me. Such a fucking dirty boy.” she said as she dragged her thumb over my cock head. Kim then placed her thumb nail over my pee hole, moving the sensitive skin apart. I moaned loudly into her breasts, her skin absorbing the sound. She seemed to enjoy watching my reaction and continued to explore my penis. Kim repeated the process and I nearly passed out. The pain and pleasure was pushing me to my limit. My cock was throbbing, and I was feeling weak in my knees. She did it a third time and I dropped to one knee, panting. While on one knee, I looked up and had a clear view of under her short skirt. I noticed that Kim was not wearing any panties. Kim had a hairy pussy, black pussy hair all around the lips. From my spot on the ground, I could smell her lust, her pussy was steaming with want. I looked up at Kim, and she said, “If you want it, come and fuck it.” I regained my footing and pushed her body against the wall. With two hands I pulled up her shirt, so that it rested above her waist. Kim was completely naked from the waist down, and I was naked from my waist to my ankles. I wasted little time, and I placed my cock at the bottom of her pussy. I moved the cock head around until I found the right angle, and then I pushed it into her, slowly. Kim’s pussy was extremely tight, and anything less than a completely hard cock would never have made it inside. Kim let out a loud moan as I eased into her. I managed to fill into her nicely, then I slowly pulled out, until only my cock head was inside of her. Kim managed to gather her breath, and looked me in the face. “Don’t tease me, just fuck me!” she said. I responded by thrusting hard and fast into her. The first one caused her to scream out. “Fuck yes, just like that. Fuck me like a dirty bitch. Fucking me in this hallway. You whore!” I had never been called a whore before, but for some reason it turned me on. So I responded with another quick thrust, and another. On the fourth thrust, Kim’s pussy came down on my cock like a vice, and she began to scream “I’m going to cum.” This pushed me over the edge, and I gave her another thrust. She screamed loud and I felt her juices run out of her pussy, down my cock, and over my balls. I was able to get off one more thrust, but Kim’s pussy was so tight around my cock. I could hold it in no longer and I pushed as deep as I could into her before I came. I shot string after string of hot cum up into her, and it ran down out of her along with what was left of her juices. I pulled my slowly limping cock out of her and supported her as she stood against the wall. Kim slid her skirt back down and fixed her shirt. She then leaned up into my ear and said, “I’ll remember you whore, the next time I need a good hallway fuck. You dirty bitch.” With that, she licked my ear and walked out of the hallway and back to the dance floor, leaving me with my pants around my ankles. I pulled up what I had dropped and fixed myself up. I returned to the bar, found Sally, and ordered something strong.
I stayed at the bar drinking until about 11, which is about the time the party started to wind down. Sally and I were able to finally have a conversation that did not involve yelling since the music was over and the bar was emptying out. I looked around and everyone was saying their goodbyes to Michelle. She began to tear up a little after the last person left, so I pulled her over to the bar and had her sit down on a stool. Sally goy Michelle another drink and the three of us shared a few shots. I think it was tequila, but all I know was that it burned something fierce. Sally kicked them back like a pro, and Michelle made a squinty face after each glass. It was getting close to midnight, and I began to take my leave. Both of us stood up, and neither of us had much coordination. I was doing much better than Michelle, who seemed to be very unsteady. Sally looked over at her and just laughed. “Girl is a little wobbly. Better get her home before she passes out here.” I said my goodbyes to Sally and left my card with her. “Just figure up the tab and charge me for it.” Sally took the card and said, “For everything else, ok, but for Red, she drinks for free.” Michelle seemed to cheer up a little, and with a quick lunge reached across the bar and kissed Sally on the lips. Sally didn’t react in a negative way, probably thought that the girl was just beyond drunk. So Sally just let it happen, and afterwards told me to take that crazy kid home. I thanked Sally and took Michelle outside. I hailed a cab and Michelle mumbled out an address about a block and a half away from the bar. For only being about two minutes away, the cab ride seemed rather expensive. It worked out to about five dollars a block, but I was in no condition to complain. “You win this round.” I said to the driver as I handed him a $20. Michelle and I were out of the car before he could make change, but I assumed that was his plan, as he drove off leaving us on the corner. We walked about a quarter of a block, balancing each other, until we made it to her apartment building. It was a modest three story building, older but in a nice neighborhood. When we entered the lobby, I asked he what floor she was on. “Third floor, room 304.” I looked at the stairs. Nothing scary, but in my condition, not good. I looked back at Michelle, who was a wreck. She looked at me and said, “Fucking stairs, uh. Carry me?” She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, letting the rest of her body go limp. Thank god she did not weigh much. I positioned her in a piggy back spot and walked up the stairs. When we got to 304 I asked Michelle for the keys, and she told me, “Just ring the bell, my roommate should be home.” I rang the bell and waited for a minute. I heard footsteps on the inside and someone working the deadbolt on the inside. The door opened inward and a blond haired girl was standing in front of me.
“Special delivery.” I said as I entered the apartment. “Wee, I’m special.” said Michelle as I set her down on the couch in the front room. Michelle seemed to be in a happy drunk mood, so I left her on the couch while I turned around and introduced myself. The roommate’s name was Ashley. She was shorter than Michelle, maybe 5’6”, barefoot, wearing a pair of men’s boxer briefs and a white tank top. Ashley was maybe 100 pound, if that, and she was an A cup for sure. However, she was very pretty and had a great ass. The boxer briefs clung to it, like they were a second skin. I found it to be very sexy, and I had a hard time not looking at it. Ashley brought me a glass of water and we sat down on the two chairs next to the couch. “Thanks for bringing Michelle home, she can be a handful when she gets like this.” No kidding.” I said. I took a drink from the glass and I began to feel my composure returning. “So, Ashley, you live here with Michelle? Are you sisters?.” “Sort of, Michele and I have been dating since college, going on two years now.” I was a little shocked. I had no idea Michelle was a lesbian. I had no problem with this, but it was hard to contain my shock in my somewhat inebriated state. Ashley appeared to understand and spoke first. “Don’t worry about the shock, happens all the time. I don’t mind.” “Sorry,” I said, “I have nothing against lesbians, and I don’t want to offend either of you, it is just that you are both so beautiful, that I never would have guessed.” Ashley blushed from the statement and Michelle made a few drunk remarks. “OHHHH. Ashley’s got a new boyfriend. I think she likes you. But you need to back off. That hot ass is mine, and I will cut you if you touch her.” The last thing Michelle said was in a huffed up joking mode, which caused both of us to look at her with tilted heads. “Michelle, you are such a goof!” said Ashley. The three of us got to talking for about an hour, and I learned that Ashley was a dance major in college, and that she met Michelle at a casting call party for one of the college’s plays. “Michelle was a complete mess, drunk and flailing around. After I told her I was a dancer, she made me have a dance off with her. She lost, no coordination, but I was hooked. She won me over and we have been together ever since.” I looked over at Michelle, who had seemed to sober up a little. “I know, she has that effect on people. I’m really going to miss her.” Michelle started to sob a little, so both of us sat with her on the couch. She took turns burying her head in our shirts. After a minute of us holding her, Michelle turned her head and kissed Ashley on the lips. A deep, passionate kiss. I could see her tongue moving into Ashley’s mouth and Ashley’s tongue doing the same. I felt a little awkward, since they were sharing a tender moment and I was getting hard from watching the foreplay. Then it happened. Michelle broke of her kiss with Ashley, and continued it with me.
Michelle did no bother with asking for permission, and I am glad she didn’t. I would have probably refused. If I had, I would have missed that opportunity that I had been thinking about since this afternoon. Her lips were soft, her tongue slid between them, moistening my lips as she entered my mouth. It felt almost magical as her breath entered me. I put my arms around her and pulled her closer, until I remembered where I was and then I broke off the kiss. “I’m sorry Ashley, I didn’t mean to offend.” I said as I looked at Michelle’s roommate. “Don’t worry, Michelle has always been bi. But I know she has been wanting to do that for a while now. I have caught her on more than one occasion calling your name out when she was masturbating.” “Personal information Ashley!” said Michelle. “Shit Michelle, stop being a wuss and do something about this.” mocked Ashley. With that, Ashley moved up to my face and kissed me, the same way she had kissed Michelle. It felt incredible, as her hair whisked across my face and then back. Her lips were just as soft, and I could feel them tremble slightly as we connected. I took my hands and ran them down her arms, her smooth skin gentle to the touch. I stopped at her hands, which met mine in a clench. Ashley then guided my hands under her t-shirt towards her breasts. To my surprise, she had a little more to grab than I had originally thought. I slowly fondled her, pinching at her nipples as we kissed. She moaned in my mouth, begging me to continue. Michelle had apparently felt left out, so with her free hands, she began to rub both my crotch and Ashley’s crotch. Ashley let out a light whimper as she separated her lips from mine, moving them to my right cheek. I moved my lips onto her upper neck. “Fuck Michelle, that feels so good. You always know how to touch me.” moaned Ashley. I looked down to observe Michelle’s work. Michelle had slid her hand under the top band of the boxer briefs and was moving it up and down inside of the fabric. I could smell Ashley’s musk building and I could see a wet spot forming on the boxer briefs. Ashley leaned back on her hands and tilted her head back in pleasure. This freed up my lips, allowing me to include Michelle in the activities. I leaned towards her, and she to me. Our lips meeting again. The electricity was immediate, and I felt it travel through my body from my lips down to my cock and then back through her hand to her lips. A complete current. I removed my hands from Ashley, who was in the grip of an oncoming orgasm, and began to fondle Michelle. I returned the favor that she had shown me by sliding one of my hands under her skirt and up to her crotch. The other hand began to unbutton her blouse. My hand that was on her crotch felt like it was on fire. The heat from Michelle’s pussy was incredible. I ran my hand over the fabric of her panties. Cotton. I could feel the wetness. She was soaked. I was glad that this was turning her on. I wanted to please her. I wanted to please Ashley as well. I focused my hearing back towards Ashley, who was moaning louder with each second. Michelle had changed her rhythm, and was now finger fucking Ashley inside of her boxer briefs. I could hear the sounds of Michelle’s finger sloshing in and out of Ashley’s wet pussy. Ashley was loosing control, and could remain silent no longer. “Fuck, Michelle, fuck my pussy. Get that juice all over your hand. My underwear is so fucking soaked. You are so good.” I looked just in time to see Ashley shiver from the orgasm. “I’m cumming, Fuck!” Ashley fell backwards, Michelle’s hand slipping out from under the boxer briefs. Ashley laid on the couch, spent. Michelle brought her hand to our mouths, and we both licked the juices from it. Ashley tasted sweet, like a peach. Now wonder Michelle liked her so much. Ashley watched us and giggled. She looked at Michelle and spoke, “Sweetie, we are all wearing to many clothes. We need to ditch these things or else we will burn ourselves out on foreplay.”
Ashley started by removing her tank top, exposing her small perky breasts. Her nipples were erect, pointing right at me. She then removed her boxer briefs and placed them in her hand. While standing naked on the couch, Ashley walked over to me and placed them in front of my face. “Smell them.” she commanded. I did as I was told, breathing in her sex. Fantastic. I could feel some of the juices on my nose. Ashley removed the underwear from my face and threw them across the room. She then kneeled down and began to remove my clothing. Michelle stopped massaging my crotch and began to remove her shirt. I had gotten most of the buttons off, but she managed to get the rest. She slid her shirt off of her shoulders, allowing me to view her chest for the first time. Michelle had a very tight sports bra on, which seemed to flatten her breasts. With both hands, Michelle pulled it over her head, allowing her breasts to drop free. Her tits were above average, larger than Ashley’s, but not huge. They were a perfect size for her. Michelle then stood up and undid her skirt, allowing it to fall to the couch. Michelle quickly kicked it off of her feet, and was standing before me in just her underwear. White cotton panties, with one hell of a wet spot. Michelle removed them, and put them in her hand. “Now smell my panties.” I did as I was told, and breathed in her scent. A musky scent that excited me. It was marvelous. Michelle discarded the panties and instructed me to stand with a wave of her hand. I did, and Michelle removed my shirt, while Ashley removed my pants. My pants and underwear were pulled down at once, revealing my erect cock. Ashley had her face directly in front of it, and breathed deep. She looked up at me with a sly smile. “Someone has dipped this cock in a pussy already tonight.” she said. Michelle looked down at her, “Yeah, that was Kim, She was really needing to get laid.” I looked at Michelle in shock. I didn’t know she knew that. She responded before I could. “I only saw the best part, when she was calling you a whore and you were drilling her. I’m not upset in any way. But that chick is a town bike. Looks like it was just your turn.” I wanted to respond but before I could, Ashley ran her tongue over my cock, sending a shiver down my spine. “She tastes good. Michelle, give it a lick.” Michelle moved her tongue over the other side. “You’re right. We should invite her over sometime.” “If you two keep talking like that, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Ashley looked over at Michelle. “Now’s your chance. Stop dreaming about it and take this dick.” Michelle looked into my face, and I took her into my arms. Our kiss was deep, my stiff cock rubbing against her stomach. I laid her down on the couch, her back against the armrest. I looked her over slowly, a picture of beauty. I then positioned my cock over her wet pussy. Running my cock head over her wet lips. Before I moved any further, I looked over at Ashley. She was sitting in one of the other chairs, her fingers in her pussy. “Don’t mind me, I can take care of myself.” That was all I needed to hear as I used my cock head to split open Michelle’s pussy. Both of the girls had shaved pussies, but Michelle’s had a light red stubble from the hair. The curtain did match the carpet. As I moved her pussy lips apart, thin strings of her cum broke with the widening of her lips, following the lips until the strands snapped. The slight pressure of my penis head caused her to moan. A low moan, in anticipation of what was to come. I positioned my dick over her pussy, looked he in the eyes, and pushed in. Slowly, enjoying the feeling of her pussy. It was tight, a snug fit. I had to stop every inch to allow her the time to adjust. Finally, I was completely inside. I felt like heaven, the silk of her pussy walls on my cock. I moved my hips back, pulling out slowly, up to the cock head. Then, pushing back into her. Michelle let out a few screams. “Oh shit, it has been too fucking long. I love you Ashley, but this feels so good.” Ashley was moaning and breathing heavy, approaching another orgasm. I could hear her juices on her fingers. This was pushing me over the edge, and Michelle was right there with me. She could tell I was close. “How much longer?” she asked. I told her maybe four or five good thrusts. “Good, cause I am really fucking close. Deep and hard please, but slow. I want to feel all of you in me. And for fuck sake, cum in me and not on me.” That was all I needed to hear. I took the first thrust hard and deep into her, hitting a soft mound in the back of her pussy. She screamed out, “My fucking god, you hit my g-spot!” Ashley heard this and immediately lost control. “I’m cumming for both of you!” she said and moaned loudly. She then sank into the chair, spent. I thrusted into Michelle three more times before she came. She was too over the edge to announce it, and I could feel her juices run out of her. I followed right after that with a final thrust, almost lifting her off of the couch. My hot seed shooting up into her. One shot, than two, than three, then I lost count. My head go all fuzzy, and I fell on the couch next to Michelle. My penis went limp inside of her and fell out on its own. We laid on the couch holding each other. I made a motion with my arm as a signal for Ashley to join us. Then all three of us laid in each others arms, and drifted into sleep.

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The Roommate Agreement – Chapter 2

the one person Delaine really shouldn’t fall for is her roommate Eric, but after a drunken night of sex, he’s all she can think about. Shes determined to act like nothing happened and move on from him, though that might only make things more complicated…

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That damned Beanie

I just want to thank everyone who took the time to leave me a comment on the dancer story 🙂 I Will be writing a couple more chapters but in the mean time i have been working on this story. It is for my friend daniel ( also gay, also interested in a dancer from highschool) but this story is more of a Dom/Sub relationship. This is my first go at writing a dom/sub story so please tell me how i did 🙂

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Love in the Last Frontier, Part 3

We traveled down to the end of the peninsula to the fishing town of Homer where we experienced a wonderful fish and chips lunch made from the fresh caught Halibut that came in that day from the fishing boats. Now I’ve had lots of fish and chips from all over the world but I can honestly say that none can compare to the delicious meal that I had that day at Captain Patty’s down on the spit. It was superb in its portions, taste and texture and although it wasn’t cheap, it was the most wonderful meal of its kind that I have ever had.
The views of the inlet were amazing with the volcanoes so close that you felt that you could almost reach out and touch them. The sun reflected off the salty water and made it seem almost tropical in its temperature. We stayed there for most of the afternoon, walking along the shops on the spit and taking photos of the surroundings but by 5:30 or so, we decided to head back towards Kenai and take the time to rest up a little from all of the lack of sleep we had endured the last couple of nights.
I allowed Chloe to demonstrate her domestic skills by fixing us a fine dinner and after a walk around the area, we decided to settle in for the evening and get ready for bed. Chloe walked out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas as my eyes fixated upon her luscious bodily attributes. There was nothing distinctive in what she was wearing; just your typical pair of long pajama bottoms and a tee shirt style top, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slyly walked over to where I was still sitting.
She noticed my look and asked, “What are you looking at?” and blushed.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” I said looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes.
She blushed again and broke off her gaze to look down into her lap. I reached out with my fingers and gently touched her chin. I raised her head up to look into my eyes and told her, “Chloe, you really are beautiful you know and I am a lucky fellow just to be seen with you, much less, spending the night with you. I just wanted to tell you that and to say that I hope you are having as good of time as I am.”
She looked down again as she said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time up here and I want to thank you for inviting me along. I know that you didn’t have to.”
I continued to appraise this lovely young woman that I had rescued from her mother’s boyfriend a couple of weeks back and had asked to come up here on this scooting trip to Alaska. I knew of her skills in photography so I also knew that she could be of great help working as my assistant for the commission that I had accepted. But I really hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful.
Chloe was a short little thing, being no more than 5’ a couple of inches and tipping the scales at around 100 or 105. Her long blond hair had a natural wave in it that curled up just a little as it cascaded down to her slim little shoulders and framed nicely her delicate facial features. Her perfectly shaped body curved out at her breast line just enough to tell the observer that her breasts were soft yet firm and nicely sized to fit her petite body. She was thin through her waistline but her hips flared out just enough to frame her nice athletically shaped rear end. Her legs, when you could see them, were equally athletic, showing one the trimness and muscles of a runner yet the delicateness of a model. All in all, she was not bad to look at.
I could tell instantly that she was not wearing a bra under her pajamas by the slight sway of her breasts as she walked and the pointy ends of them protruding through her shirt. As she sat down beside me on the love seat, she turned to face me and drew up her legs and crossed them Indian style. Her bottoms were plenty loose fitting as they bagged in the crotch but I silently hoped that before the night was over, I would know if she was wearing anything under them.
She leaned over to unbutton my shirt as she shyly stated, “Let me help you take your shirt off.”
I sat back and allowed her nimble fingers to work their magic and before long she was pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and tossing it aside. Then she reached for my belt and attempted to unbuckle it, but because I was sitting, she just couldn’t undo the silly thing. I grinned and stood up before her as she scooted around to face me where I stood. She not only unbuckled my belt but unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly and had them down to my knees before I knew what happened. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a very seductive smile and then lowered her gaze and proceeded to remove my boxers down to join my jeans at the floor. My cock started to swell and increase in size as she helped me step out of my clothes. I stood back up totally naked right in front of my seated lover as her hand went out and gently cradled my cock as she again looked up into my eyes.
It had now grown into an erect pole and as she opened her mouth up wide and stuck out her tongue, she turned my cock up to lick the full length of its under side. The look in her eyes told me that she was loving this attention she was giving me and she wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. She smiled at me when she had reached the end and then moved it to one side and applied her tongue again to the full length of it, finally flicking the tip with her tongue. She repeated the process on the other side and then on the top, licking the whole length and settling on the tip. Finally she looked again into my eyes and then down at my now rock hard cock, opened her mouth wide and put it in between her lips as far as it would go.
When it reached the back of her tongue, she closed her lips, sucked down hard on it and drug her lips the entire way out, sucking in on her cheeks as it went. I almost died as my knees started to buckle. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the head for awhile before she opened up again and this time took just the head into her mouth and licked and sucked the very life out of it. I touched her on the shoulder and said, “Oh Chloe, I’ve got to sit back down before you suck the living daylights out of me.” She scooted off the loveseat to the floor as she allowed me to sit in the very spot where she had just sat. I scooted my rear to the very edge of the seat and then lay back down so my neck was the only part of me touching the back.
She had full access to my open crotch as her hand began to stroke my flag pole and her lips covered my head. She was devouring my cock-head with her mouth and was pumping my shaft with her right hand but her left hand was busy fondling my balls. With her gentle caress, she fondled them tenderly while taking my cock down into her oral cavity and drawing it out through her puckered lips. She took a second to wet her finger with her saliva and then placed it back down between my legs as she sought out my anus. When she found it, she circled around it a few times and then penetrated the opening and pushed it up to touch my prostate. I went wild with excitement when she touched and massaged the tender love gland in my rectum.
I suddenly felt that urge start to brew deep down in my loins and I knew that my time was about up, so I tried to sit back up to let my darling know that I was about to spew, but she would have none of it. She pushed me back down and redoubled her efforts with her mouth, taking it all the way back against her throat and out through her sucking lips and tongue. Her actions only intensified my need to explode so in only a couple more pumps of her mouth, it started to twitch and jerk and then it exploded deep within her mouth and down her throat.
I shot and shot some more; rope after rope of my hot, sticky fluids down my lovers throat. The feeling of it erupting only made her suck even harder on it as she continued to massage my prostate. I had almost blocked her manual insertion up my rectum when I found myself shooting my load and my legs were sticking out as straight as a board.
“Oh my God!” I kept yelling, begging for her to continue sucking on my spewing cock. “Oh my God Chloe, swallow my cum down your throat! Oh my God!” I kept up my spewing for a long time before it started to subside, but that didn’t mean that I had lost all desire to satisfy the one who caused the spewing. I managed to sit all the way up this time as she removed her cum filled mouth from my deflating cock. I hooked my hands under her arms and forced her to her feet. I grabbed her pajama bottom with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles exposing her bare pussy patch that was leaking out its hole from all of the excitement.
“Chris, I wanted this to be just for you,” Chloe pleaded. “Please can it be just about what you want?”
“I want you!” I said in reply. “I want to taste you! I want to ram it in your pussy! I want to cum all over you!”
She was silent as I took her to her back and ripped the bottoms off of her feet. I fell down between her legs and reached up with my lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own juices still in her mouth and the thought of where it came made me want to kiss her all the more. I opened my mouth and poked my tongue into hers as far and as hard as I could. The more I tasted and more that I wanted. I was crazed with lust and I was about to fulfill my lustful desires.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them high over her head. I forcefully spread them apart as wide as I could and looked down into her full waiting junction. I could plainly see her two puffy lips tightly lying against each other under the protecting cover of pubic hair and below, her puckered little rose bud. The sight of this made my mind go back to my own anal experience and my desire seemed to explode. I threw my tongue down upon it, trying to penetrate the opening with the pointy end but the sphincter was too strong to allow any entrance by my tongue. But I did manage to apply enough saliva to it that I thought something else could enter.
My mind was crazed with lust and was not working right so I aimed my cock right its entrance and was so tempted to plunge it forward. But only for her pleading cry not to enter her there kept it safe from my enraged cock. Instead I plunged it into her other hole and as it went all the way, the air escaped from her lungs in an unworldly grunt. My hands were under her top and roughly squeezing her breasts as I pulled it out and rammed it back with all the force that I could muster. I repeated my assault on this beauty over and over without any letup for minutes. I was out of juices but my cock remained rock hard with desire.
She was building very rapidly as I continued to saw into her vaginal opening. I was ramming it into her tender wanting pussy with avenges, not letting up for anything. I was on my tip toes laying against her spread out legs, making contact with just her pussy and my cock sliding in and out of her. It was going in the full length and hitting her cervix with every stroke and as it neared she started to scream with expectations.
“Oh my god,” she kept repeating over and over. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” she finally yelled at the top of her lungs, spewing her feminine juices all over the place. She was thrashing around, begging me to quit but I kept up my assault. I was starting to feel my release building again and I didn’t want it to end quite yet. But her cries became demands as she squirmed out from under me and I had to pull out. I began to jerk myself off because I was so close and then I erupted into a splashing gush of flying semen because I had no sperm left to ejaculate.
I pointed my cock right at my lover and let it fly. I spewed it all over her from her face to her crotch, splashing my fluids repeatedly between her legs, up her stomach, on her pajama top and on her face and mouth. I was crying out loud as I spewed, trying to extract all of the pent up emotions that had been build deep within my very fiber. And as I sent my last squirt oozing out of my hole, I collapsed my body down on my tiny little lover to pass into another world of exhaustion.
I awoke about two hours later all alone of the loveseat. I was stiff and a little sore from scrunching up on the tiny seat so I walked into the bedroom to stretch out and cuddle with Chloe. As I slid in next to her, I felt her bare little butt and placed my deflated cock right next to it. She cooed a little but I could tell by her rhythmic breathing that she was fast asleep. I slightly whispered into her ear, “I think I’m beginning to fall for you Chloe and I don’t know what to do.” She didn’t answer me out right but made a pleasant noise and scooted back into my caress. I went right back to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams in the world.
The next day we visited the town of Seward and checked on a “must see” voyage on a chartered boat to the Kenai Fiord National Park. Neal has more or less insisted that we hit that spot if not this trip, then definitely the next one. It boasts the most wondrous sights in all of the Kenai and I really wanted to take the ride but we couldn’t make the arrangements for now so I arranged a tour for our next visit.
We looked around the quaint little town for most of the afternoon but finally headed back towards Anchorage just in time to miss the afternoon traffic of the big city. To make sure that we didn’t get there until after the rush hour, we took a detour up the Hope to explore that old fishing village and on the view the Portage glacier near the tiny town of Whittier. After stopping at the two destinations to take a few photos, we traveled around Turnabout Arm of the Cook’s Inlet to our stop in Anchorage for the night. I wanted to check in with Neal and to see if he had any other suggestion for us before heading out towards Fairbanks and I caught him just as he was heading home for the night. He suggested that we meet him for dinner right after we got checked into a campsite for the evening so at around 8 that evening, we met up at his favorite restaurant.
Chloe wanted an excuse to dress up so I put on my slacks, a button shirt and real, honest to God dress shoes and socks. Chloe got dressed in the summer dress that I insisted that she buy back in Minnesota and when she walked out in it, I almost couldn’t breathe she looked so fine. It was a simple dress made from silk or rayon or some other clinging type fabric that was cut in the front in a square cut that was not revealing in the slightest. But under that loosely cut bodice that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps was the two most wonderful things that I could ever imagine. She couldn’t wear a bra because of the thin little straps that held up the top and the arms were cut too low to hide a strapless bra from view. So, that left the best thing in the world for me anyway, a bra less dress that clung to the wearer’s breasts and that wearer just happened to be my Chloe.
We were sitting at the restaurant when Neal made his appearance and as he approached us, his eyes went directly to Chloe’s breast line and he stammered out his greetings. Chloe blushed a little, knowing where he was looking and I had to hide my laugh as I shock his hand and retook my seat. His eyes continued to betray his feelings as they darted back and forth between her eyes and her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind after awhile and I think she started to enjoy his attention.
But his roaming eyes started to get to me. “Hey, I’m the one who got the commission, not my assistant. Don’t you think that you should be talking to me?” I thought.
I had to ask him several times where he would recommend that we should go to get some good photos but I just couldn’t keep his attention more than a second or two. It was the longest meal that I had to endure for some time so when I got tired of all of the attention being placed on Chloe, I excused myself from the table to go to the restroom, got up and walked around to Chloe’s chair, bent down and kissed her right on the lips and said out loud to her, “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?”
She looked kind of shocked at first but answered, “No but thanks for asking Dear.”
When I got back, Neal’s entire demeanor had changed as he was sitting back in his chair speaking very casually to Chloe instead of glued to every word that she said. I got my point across to him and I only hoped that Chloe knew what I was doing.
We said our goodbyes as we walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the RV. Chloe was clinging to my arm and I didn’t know if it was for Neal’s benefit or not but she didn’t let it go until we got to the rig and I opened the door. She led the way into our little home and when I followed, she turned around and put her arms around my neck and almost laughed out loud. “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?” she said in a mocking tone.
“Well, damn it, I got tired of having that ass hole checking out your boobs all the time, I mean, hell, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring right at them,” I exclaimed in a mild rage.
“Well, I do declare, Christopher, are you a bit jealous of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelids, trying to do her best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation.
I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that were flashing her enjoyment of the situation and melted into their deep pool of laughter. I suddenly bent down, took her in my arms a pressed into the most sensuous kiss that I could muster. My hands drew her into my chest as my lips separated to accept her probing tongue, our lips melted into one other.
My hands went down to her firm little rear end and I grasped on to her cheeks with both hands. She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and then she said, “Chris, I love you so much.”
I thought for just a second and said, “Chloe, I’m starting to fall for you too and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know, but damn it, all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and
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She looked into my eyes and said, “And what, make love to me?”
“Oh yes Chloe, make love with you over and over, all the time. I want to kiss you all over and touch you all over
God Chloe, I want you right now,” I said in an exacerbated voice. “I want you Chloe, I want you.”
She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her crotch into mine and said, “Then take me Chris. I’ve never wanted anyone else as bad as I’ve wanted you. I’m yours, forever.”
I put my arms around her waist and pressed gently on her back. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, “Well, since you are mine, I don’t have to hurry now do I. So I can take my time with loving you. I can take all the time in the world, can’t I?”
She smiled back and looked sheepishly into my eyes and then whispered softly, “Well, I don’t know about taking that long because I may need you before you need me.”
“That will never happen,” I said bending down to give her a kiss on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss but as I pressed my lips into hers, I began to kiss her with my lips open slightly and then with them opened wide. We soon were kissing passionately with open mouths and our tongues were exploring each other mouths. My hands were all over her back and soon were on her ass again, this time grabbing and fondling with my fingers.
I scooted my hands down her skirt and as I pulled up with my hands, the shirt began to rise up her ass. The hem was up to just below her panties and with my next grope, they were right on the silky material that covered her rear end. I would have gasped if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth was full of her tongue and when my hand touched her panties, she scooted her crotch right up against mine. I knew that she could feel my hardening cock as she pressed into it because she started to rub up her crotch hard into it.
I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with my two hands as I stuck my fingers inside of both of her leg holes. She squeezed her cheeks together as I ran them down between her legs as she mashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture as it started to secrete from her vagina and I wanted to touch and see just where it was coming from. But first I had to touch her all over.
I ran my hands up over her panties to the small of her back and then back down to the elastic of her waistband. I inserted just the tip of my fingers and ran them around a little before I moved them up to her back. They reached the top of her dress, and as I pulled it away from the skin on her back, I unzipped the back with my other hand that was still on the outside of the garment. It opened up to my hand on the inside and then, taking it by the two straps, I slowly and gently removed them from her soft white shoulders. I stood back a bit, allowing it to fall away, freeing her two wondrous globes from the silky material that had been covering them. It continued its fall down to her tummy and then to her hips. It stopped there for just a second and then it went all the way to the floor.
She was wearing white shear panties, the kind that were so thin that you could see everything that they were suppose to cover. Her knees were tightly placed together when her dress gathered at her ankles. My eyes were glued to the lightly colored triangle that shown through the fabric right at her junction. I must have gasped a little because her knees locked into a protective stance just before I reached out to touch her at that very place.
Now it was her time to gasp as I made contact. It was just with my finger tip but you would have thought that I touched her with a cattle prod. She jumped back and gave me a shocked little smile and then reached out with her hand and cupped my fingers right on her pussy. She separated her knees just a little and it was enough to allow me to stretch my fingers deep between her legs and settle them right at the source of her moisture.
She closed her eyes as she melted into my fingers. I moved my touch deeper into her junction as her legs began to separate even more. There was no double crotch material in her panties, so I was touching the thin, see-thru fabric that separated my touch from her hair covered labia lips and I could feel them shudder under my touch. She began to coo just a little as I pressed my finger tip between her lips to the very source of her fluids. She reached up to grab me by my shoulders as she fought for her balance, then I said to her, “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” She didn’t say a word but took me by the hand and led me into the room.
When we got there, Chloe turned and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down and started to remove my shoes and socks while I unbuttoned my shirt. I then stood up and we both removed my slacks and finally my underwear. Chloe stood up in front of me looking strangely into my eyes as she asked me, “Chris, can I ask you a question? Please don’t laugh because I really want to give you something and I want to make sure that you will take it.”
Her question caused me to raise my eyebrow as well as my curiosity so I told her that she could ask me anything. She swallowed hard and then sat down beside of me. She looked a little nervous and I wondered what was on her mind but almost afraid to ask, judging by her anxiety. She started to speak slowly, not looking up from her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Chris, you know that I love you and that I would do anything for you don’t you?” she began. I acknowledged the question with a nod but still wondering what in the world she had on her mind.
“I want to give you something, something that I can give only to one person, ever,” she continued to stare down into her lap. As she slowly looked up into my face, she continued to speak. “I can’t give my virginity because, well, you know. And besides, I’ve enjoyed sex with you so many times already. But I can give you one thing, it’s kind of like my virginity but it’s different. But if I give it to you, you have to promise to stop if it hurts me too much. I’m asking you to put it in my hole down there, you know, my butt hole.”
I was shocked and relieved all at the same time. My gosh did she know what she was saying? I almost shoved it in her tight little anus last night and I only stopped because she begging not to go there. And now she inviting me to take her anal virginity and what can I say but “Hell yes!”
“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask out of concern for my darling little lover but, all the while, I hoped that she would say yes. And when she did, I reassured her that I would be careful and I would pull out at the first sign of discomfort on her part.
She continued to sit there with her hands folded in her lap saying nothing. She was obviously nervous about what she had just aaaasked me and very anxious and unsure of how to get it going. I suddenly thought about the Vaseline that I had brought with me to apply to my lips when they are dry and ran to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I emerged a second later holding the jar nervously in my hand and gave it to her saying, “Here this might help a little.”
She took it in her hand and then looked up into my eyes with this “Now what” look in them and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned over and gave her a nice little kiss on the lips that turned into a mad passionate session of oral exploration on both of our parts. The ice was broken as our hands began to hold, press and force each other into a reclining position and then my hands found their way down to her crotch.
I began to rub her pussy lips through the thin covering of her panties and soon I was feeling her juices as they escaped down below. She was panting now with anticipation and lust and I hoped for the moment in time that was rapidly approaching when I would take my gift that she had offered me completely. I only hoped that it would be a good experience for both of us because I knew it would be for me.
I picked up her legs and pressed them down on her chest. Then I slowly started her panties down her hips and up her legs until they were off of her feet but her legs were flailing up in the air. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand down on her open crotch. I began massaging her between her legs, taking my fingers and gently rubbing along the outsides of her puffy little labia lips. I extended my reach downward until they went to the end of the lips and encircled her rose bud. She stiffened as I made contact but relaxed as I encouraged her with my soft soothing voice. Then I asked her to roll over and to stick her little butt straight up in the air.
She did what I asked and after I placed her knees far apart, I sat back to admire my work. What I saw took my breath away. It was the most erotic sight that I have ever seen. Sticking straight back at my hungry eyes was her wide open butt propped up by the backs of her two white legs that went down to the mattress and bent at the knees. They were at least 18 inches part and her hairy junction joined them in the middle. She had her face to one side as she laid it flat on the pillow to the right and her two breasts were swaying, there barely pressing into the mattress. Her lips were slightly separated as the fluids gathered at her opening and glistened in the light of bedroom. It was a sight that I will always remember.
I had to touch and caress her two lips that were begging for my attention so I placed my two fingers directly on each one and ran my touch up and back along their length. She shuttered a little but did not move from her erotic position. Again I ran them the full length up but allowed them to slide down her canal as I slowly drug them along until I stopped at her vaginal opening and to a detour inside of her opening. She gushed her fluids out of it, making my fingers nice and lubricated as they extended inward as far as they would reach and then while I was pulling them out, I pressed upward slightly and massaged her G-spot just for good luck.
She cried out as she switched sides of her face on the pillow and her tummy moved down a little causing her rear end to stick up even more. I withdrew my fingers from her glory hole, taking as much of her natural lubricant with them as I could and moved up to her puckered rosebud. I encircled it couple of times, smearing her fluids around the edge and into its opening a little, and then I made a trial run up her anus by inserting my finger into her rectum and moving it around. She held her breath in anticipation and tightened up her muscles down there around her anus. I told her to relax and enjoy it the best that she could and she did relax a little as I reached for the jar of Vaseline.
I dug out a blob with my finger and aimed it towards her anus. I poked the finger fully into her rectum and ran it completely around, spreading the lubricant all over the opening and as deep into the confines as my finger would reach. I then took another blob on my finger and spread it all around the head of my cock and when I was satisfied that I was finished lubing up, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She answered back, “Uh huh,” and I proceeded to her opening.
I slid my cock head right into the rose bud with no problem at all but it soon met the restrictive presence of her sphincter muscle. The lubricant was only partly helpful with this obstruction but with a little persistence on my part when applying pressure and the guts of one little woman, it finally open wide to allow the intruder access to her soft colon and the treasure that were found in there. Her sphincter acted like a girdle around my cock, binding it tightly as it made its way in and out of her lovely rectum, causing much enjoyment for her and a tantalizingly tight fit for me. I began to hump her tiny little ass and soon was slapping my balls against her butt in a forceful rhythm that increased along with our arousal.
My right hand went down and grabbed her right breast and gave it a not so gentle of a squeeze but she was lost in the pleasure that I was causing down below and she didn’t even vocalize any pain that I was sure that I was causing her. She just continued to rock and push back into my pumping as I started to build up to my release.
I switched my hand assault from her breast to between her legs and was soon massaging her clitoris that was hanging free of her hooded protector. She screamed out in pleasure as she began the writhe about in her excitement and I kept my finger right on her spot, simulating her little love button more with every touch I made on it. She began to groan out loudly as I concentrated all of my manual attention to her node and my pelvic attention to her ass and my mental attention to holding back my immanent orgasm.
Her fluids were pooling on the sheets down between her knees as she reached higher and higher towards her orgasm, her first one she had ever had that was from anal stimulation. It was not only her first anal orgasm but one of her greatest of all time. She was building higher and higher until she could not build it any more. She suddenly jerked herself forward, landing flat on her chest and stomach with her rear end sticking straight up in the air. She was ramming her hips back into every thrust of my cock that was buried deep into her bowels. She started to scream out her pleasure just as I shot my first load deep up her rectum. She was wildly thrashing about under my weight as I continued to pump my sperm into her. Her voice was so low in tone that I hardly recognized it as coming from her but I knew that it was because with every loud scream came a deliciously warm sensation from her sphincter.
I finally shot my last rope out of my cock as her hips went limp down on the mattress signaling her surrender to her orgasm. All she could do was to whimper as my weight kept my deflating cock buried up her ass. When finally her sphincter spit out the limp noodle, it smeared the combined fluids and lubricants all over between her two cheeks as she groaned a disapproving little sigh and then went silent. I rolled off and laid there beside of her panting. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I had my little Chloe to thank for it, that and that wonderful little rose bud that she had given me as a token of her love.
I lay there on my back, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what I had just experienced and who had made it possible. My God, the love of this girl for me must be immense and all I could do was to take advantage of this love and give back nothing in return. “What are you afraid of, Chris?” I kept asking myself. “Are you afraid that she will break your heart just like her mother did? Are you afraid to give her your heart, afraid of declaring your love for her? What’s wrong with you, you know that you love her, why can’t you say so? She just gave you the last thing that she possible could, her virginity, albeit her anal virginity, but it was something of importance. It’s not like every woman has given up that last piece of themselves and to give it as a token of her love for you, well, that’s something very special indeed.
I rolled over and laid my head on her shoulder blade so I could hear her heart beating in its rhythmic beat. I wondered what she felt in this beating organ that they call a heart. Was it really love? Was it this love real and did she have it just for me? I suddenly felt this sensation come over me, them warmth that emanated from deep down inside of my chest. I had to say it; I had to express my feelings. I whispered softly into her back, “Chloe, I love you. I really do love you.”
She sighed but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed but a simple little smile crossed her face and I knew that she had heard my declaration. I had said it; I had told her that I loved her and I now knew that I really did. I had for a long time but refused to acknowledge it but now I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as my Chloe never leaves my side I will be happy.

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Love in the Last Frontier, Part 3

We traveled down to the end of the peninsula to the fishing town of Homer where we experienced a wonderful fish and chips lunch made from the fresh caught Halibut that came in that day from the fishing boats. Now I’ve had lots of fish and chips from all over the world but I can honestly say that none can compare to the delicious meal that I had that day at Captain Patty’s down on the spit. It was superb in its portions, taste and texture and although it wasn’t cheap, it was the most wonderful meal of its kind that I have ever had.
The views of the inlet were amazing with the volcanoes so close that you felt that you could almost reach out and touch them. The sun reflected off the salty water and made it seem almost tropical in its temperature. We stayed there for most of the afternoon, walking along the shops on the spit and taking photos of the surroundings but by 5:30 or so, we decided to head back towards Kenai and take the time to rest up a little from all of the lack of sleep we had endured the last couple of nights.
I allowed Chloe to demonstrate her domestic skills by fixing us a fine dinner and after a walk around the area, we decided to settle in for the evening and get ready for bed. Chloe walked out of the bedroom wearing her pajamas as my eyes fixated upon her luscious bodily attributes. There was nothing distinctive in what she was wearing; just your typical pair of long pajama bottoms and a tee shirt style top, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she slyly walked over to where I was still sitting.
She noticed my look and asked, “What are you looking at?” and blushed.
“I’m looking at the most beautiful creature that God ever created,” I said looking directly into her beautiful blue eyes.
She blushed again and broke off her gaze to look down into her lap. I reached out with my fingers and gently touched her chin. I raised her head up to look into my eyes and told her, “Chloe, you really are beautiful you know and I am a lucky fellow just to be seen with you, much less, spending the night with you. I just wanted to tell you that and to say that I hope you are having as good of time as I am.”
She looked down again as she said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time up here and I want to thank you for inviting me along. I know that you didn’t have to.”
I continued to appraise this lovely young woman that I had rescued from her mother’s boyfriend a couple of weeks back and had asked to come up here on this scooting trip to Alaska. I knew of her skills in photography so I also knew that she could be of great help working as my assistant for the commission that I had accepted. But I really hadn’t expected her to be so beautiful.
Chloe was a short little thing, being no more than 5’ a couple of inches and tipping the scales at around 100 or 105. Her long blond hair had a natural wave in it that curled up just a little as it cascaded down to her slim little shoulders and framed nicely her delicate facial features. Her perfectly shaped body curved out at her breast line just enough to tell the observer that her breasts were soft yet firm and nicely sized to fit her petite body. She was thin through her waistline but her hips flared out just enough to frame her nice athletically shaped rear end. Her legs, when you could see them, were equally athletic, showing one the trimness and muscles of a runner yet the delicateness of a model. All in all, she was not bad to look at.
I could tell instantly that she was not wearing a bra under her pajamas by the slight sway of her breasts as she walked and the pointy ends of them protruding through her shirt. As she sat down beside me on the love seat, she turned to face me and drew up her legs and crossed them Indian style. Her bottoms were plenty loose fitting as they bagged in the crotch but I silently hoped that before the night was over, I would know if she was wearing anything under them.
She leaned over to unbutton my shirt as she shyly stated, “Let me help you take your shirt off.”
I sat back and allowed her nimble fingers to work their magic and before long she was pushing my shirt off of my shoulders and tossing it aside. Then she reached for my belt and attempted to unbuckle it, but because I was sitting, she just couldn’t undo the silly thing. I grinned and stood up before her as she scooted around to face me where I stood. She not only unbuckled my belt but unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped my fly and had them down to my knees before I knew what happened. She looked up into my eyes and smiled a very seductive smile and then lowered her gaze and proceeded to remove my boxers down to join my jeans at the floor. My cock started to swell and increase in size as she helped me step out of my clothes. I stood back up totally naked right in front of my seated lover as her hand went out and gently cradled my cock as she again looked up into my eyes.
It had now grown into an erect pole and as she opened her mouth up wide and stuck out her tongue, she turned my cock up to lick the full length of its under side. The look in her eyes told me that she was loving this attention she was giving me and she wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. She smiled at me when she had reached the end and then moved it to one side and applied her tongue again to the full length of it, finally flicking the tip with her tongue. She repeated the process on the other side and then on the top, licking the whole length and settling on the tip. Finally she looked again into my eyes and then down at my now rock hard cock, opened her mouth wide and put it in between her lips as far as it would go.
When it reached the back of her tongue, she closed her lips, sucked down hard on it and drug her lips the entire way out, sucking in on her cheeks as it went. I almost died as my knees started to buckle. She took it out of her mouth and licked around the head for awhile before she opened up again and this time took just the head into her mouth and licked and sucked the very life out of it. I touched her on the shoulder and said, “Oh Chloe, I’ve got to sit back down before you suck the living daylights out of me.” She scooted off the loveseat to the floor as she allowed me to sit in the very spot where she had just sat. I scooted my rear to the very edge of the seat and then lay back down so my neck was the only part of me touching the back.
She had full access to my open crotch as her hand began to stroke my flag pole and her lips covered my head. She was devouring my cock-head with her mouth and was pumping my shaft with her right hand but her left hand was busy fondling my balls. With her gentle caress, she fondled them tenderly while taking my cock down into her oral cavity and drawing it out through her puckered lips. She took a second to wet her finger with her saliva and then placed it back down between my legs as she sought out my anus. When she found it, she circled around it a few times and then penetrated the opening and pushed it up to touch my prostate. I went wild with excitement when she touched and massaged the tender love gland in my rectum.
I suddenly felt that urge start to brew deep down in my loins and I knew that my time was about up, so I tried to sit back up to let my darling know that I was about to spew, but she would have none of it. She pushed me back down and redoubled her efforts with her mouth, taking it all the way back against her throat and out through her sucking lips and tongue. Her actions only intensified my need to explode so in only a couple more pumps of her mouth, it started to twitch and jerk and then it exploded deep within her mouth and down her throat.
I shot and shot some more; rope after rope of my hot, sticky fluids down my lovers throat. The feeling of it erupting only made her suck even harder on it as she continued to massage my prostate. I had almost blocked her manual insertion up my rectum when I found myself shooting my load and my legs were sticking out as straight as a board.
“Oh my God!” I kept yelling, begging for her to continue sucking on my spewing cock. “Oh my God Chloe, swallow my cum down your throat! Oh my God!” I kept up my spewing for a long time before it started to subside, but that didn’t mean that I had lost all desire to satisfy the one who caused the spewing. I managed to sit all the way up this time as she removed her cum filled mouth from my deflating cock. I hooked my hands under her arms and forced her to her feet. I grabbed her pajama bottom with both hands and ripped them down to her ankles exposing her bare pussy patch that was leaking out its hole from all of the excitement.
“Chris, I wanted this to be just for you,” Chloe pleaded. “Please can it be just about what you want?”
“I want you!” I said in reply. “I want to taste you! I want to ram it in your pussy! I want to cum all over you!”
She was silent as I took her to her back and ripped the bottoms off of her feet. I fell down between her legs and reached up with my lips to give her a deep passionate kiss. I could taste my own juices still in her mouth and the thought of where it came made me want to kiss her all the more. I opened my mouth and poked my tongue into hers as far and as hard as I could. The more I tasted and more that I wanted. I was crazed with lust and I was about to fulfill my lustful desires.
I grabbed her legs and pushed them high over her head. I forcefully spread them apart as wide as I could and looked down into her full waiting junction. I could plainly see her two puffy lips tightly lying against each other under the protecting cover of pubic hair and below, her puckered little rose bud. The sight of this made my mind go back to my own anal experience and my desire seemed to explode. I threw my tongue down upon it, trying to penetrate the opening with the pointy end but the sphincter was too strong to allow any entrance by my tongue. But I did manage to apply enough saliva to it that I thought something else could enter.
My mind was crazed with lust and was not working right so I aimed my cock right its entrance and was so tempted to plunge it forward. But only for her pleading cry not to enter her there kept it safe from my enraged cock. Instead I plunged it into her other hole and as it went all the way, the air escaped from her lungs in an unworldly grunt. My hands were under her top and roughly squeezing her breasts as I pulled it out and rammed it back with all the force that I could muster. I repeated my assault on this beauty over and over without any letup for minutes. I was out of juices but my cock remained rock hard with desire.
She was building very rapidly as I continued to saw into her vaginal opening. I was ramming it into her tender wanting pussy with avenges, not letting up for anything. I was on my tip toes laying against her spread out legs, making contact with just her pussy and my cock sliding in and out of her. It was going in the full length and hitting her cervix with every stroke and as it neared she started to scream with expectations.
“Oh my god,” she kept repeating over and over. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’M CUMMMINGGG!!!” she finally yelled at the top of her lungs, spewing her feminine juices all over the place. She was thrashing around, begging me to quit but I kept up my assault. I was starting to feel my release building again and I didn’t want it to end quite yet. But her cries became demands as she squirmed out from under me and I had to pull out. I began to jerk myself off because I was so close and then I erupted into a splashing gush of flying semen because I had no sperm left to ejaculate.
I pointed my cock right at my lover and let it fly. I spewed it all over her from her face to her crotch, splashing my fluids repeatedly between her legs, up her stomach, on her pajama top and on her face and mouth. I was crying out loud as I spewed, trying to extract all of the pent up emotions that had been build deep within my very fiber. And as I sent my last squirt oozing out of my hole, I collapsed my body down on my tiny little lover to pass into another world of exhaustion.
I awoke about two hours later all alone of the loveseat. I was stiff and a little sore from scrunching up on the tiny seat so I walked into the bedroom to stretch out and cuddle with Chloe. As I slid in next to her, I felt her bare little butt and placed my deflated cock right next to it. She cooed a little but I could tell by her rhythmic breathing that she was fast asleep. I slightly whispered into her ear, “I think I’m beginning to fall for you Chloe and I don’t know what to do.” She didn’t answer me out right but made a pleasant noise and scooted back into my caress. I went right back to sleep and had the most wonderful dreams in the world.
The next day we visited the town of Seward and checked on a “must see” voyage on a chartered boat to the Kenai Fiord National Park. Neal has more or less insisted that we hit that spot if not this trip, then definitely the next one. It boasts the most wondrous sights in all of the Kenai and I really wanted to take the ride but we couldn’t make the arrangements for now so I arranged a tour for our next visit.
We looked around the quaint little town for most of the afternoon but finally headed back towards Anchorage just in time to miss the afternoon traffic of the big city. To make sure that we didn’t get there until after the rush hour, we took a detour up the Hope to explore that old fishing village and on the view the Portage glacier near the tiny town of Whittier. After stopping at the two destinations to take a few photos, we traveled around Turnabout Arm of the Cook’s Inlet to our stop in Anchorage for the night. I wanted to check in with Neal and to see if he had any other suggestion for us before heading out towards Fairbanks and I caught him just as he was heading home for the night. He suggested that we meet him for dinner right after we got checked into a campsite for the evening so at around 8 that evening, we met up at his favorite restaurant.
Chloe wanted an excuse to dress up so I put on my slacks, a button shirt and real, honest to God dress shoes and socks. Chloe got dressed in the summer dress that I insisted that she buy back in Minnesota and when she walked out in it, I almost couldn’t breathe she looked so fine. It was a simple dress made from silk or rayon or some other clinging type fabric that was cut in the front in a square cut that was not revealing in the slightest. But under that loosely cut bodice that was held up by two thin spaghetti straps was the two most wonderful things that I could ever imagine. She couldn’t wear a bra because of the thin little straps that held up the top and the arms were cut too low to hide a strapless bra from view. So, that left the best thing in the world for me anyway, a bra less dress that clung to the wearer’s breasts and that wearer just happened to be my Chloe.
We were sitting at the restaurant when Neal made his appearance and as he approached us, his eyes went directly to Chloe’s breast line and he stammered out his greetings. Chloe blushed a little, knowing where he was looking and I had to hide my laugh as I shock his hand and retook my seat. His eyes continued to betray his feelings as they darted back and forth between her eyes and her breasts, but she didn’t seem to mind after awhile and I think she started to enjoy his attention.
But his roaming eyes started to get to me. “Hey, I’m the one who got the commission, not my assistant. Don’t you think that you should be talking to me?” I thought.
I had to ask him several times where he would recommend that we should go to get some good photos but I just couldn’t keep his attention more than a second or two. It was the longest meal that I had to endure for some time so when I got tired of all of the attention being placed on Chloe, I excused myself from the table to go to the restroom, got up and walked around to Chloe’s chair, bent down and kissed her right on the lips and said out loud to her, “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?”
She looked kind of shocked at first but answered, “No but thanks for asking Dear.”
When I got back, Neal’s entire demeanor had changed as he was sitting back in his chair speaking very casually to Chloe instead of glued to every word that she said. I got my point across to him and I only hoped that Chloe knew what I was doing.
We said our goodbyes as we walked out of the restaurant and headed back to the RV. Chloe was clinging to my arm and I didn’t know if it was for Neal’s benefit or not but she didn’t let it go until we got to the rig and I opened the door. She led the way into our little home and when I followed, she turned around and put her arms around my neck and almost laughed out loud. “Can I get you anything while I’m up, Sweetheart?” she said in a mocking tone.
“Well, damn it, I got tired of having that ass hole checking out your boobs all the time, I mean, hell, he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he was staring right at them,” I exclaimed in a mild rage.
“Well, I do declare, Christopher, are you a bit jealous of little ol’ me?” she asked, batting her eyelids, trying to do her best Scarlett O’Hara impersonation.
I looked down into those beautiful blue eyes that were flashing her enjoyment of the situation and melted into their deep pool of laughter. I suddenly bent down, took her in my arms a pressed into the most sensuous kiss that I could muster. My hands drew her into my chest as my lips separated to accept her probing tongue, our lips melted into one other.
My hands went down to her firm little rear end and I grasped on to her cheeks with both hands. She broke off the kiss and looked up at me and then she said, “Chris, I love you so much.”
I thought for just a second and said, “Chloe, I’m starting to fall for you too and I don’t know how to act. I don’t know, but damn it, all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and
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She looked into my eyes and said, “And what, make love to me?”
“Oh yes Chloe, make love with you over and over, all the time. I want to kiss you all over and touch you all over
God Chloe, I want you right now,” I said in an exacerbated voice. “I want you Chloe, I want you.”
She threw her arms around my neck again and pressed her crotch into mine and said, “Then take me Chris. I’ve never wanted anyone else as bad as I’ve wanted you. I’m yours, forever.”
I put my arms around her waist and pressed gently on her back. I looked into her eyes and smiled as I said, “Well, since you are mine, I don’t have to hurry now do I. So I can take my time with loving you. I can take all the time in the world, can’t I?”
She smiled back and looked sheepishly into my eyes and then whispered softly, “Well, I don’t know about taking that long because I may need you before you need me.”
“That will never happen,” I said bending down to give her a kiss on the lips. It started as a gentle kiss but as I pressed my lips into hers, I began to kiss her with my lips open slightly and then with them opened wide. We soon were kissing passionately with open mouths and our tongues were exploring each other mouths. My hands were all over her back and soon were on her ass again, this time grabbing and fondling with my fingers.
I scooted my hands down her skirt and as I pulled up with my hands, the shirt began to rise up her ass. The hem was up to just below her panties and with my next grope, they were right on the silky material that covered her rear end. I would have gasped if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth was full of her tongue and when my hand touched her panties, she scooted her crotch right up against mine. I knew that she could feel my hardening cock as she pressed into it because she started to rub up her crotch hard into it.
I squeezed and kneaded her cheeks with my two hands as I stuck my fingers inside of both of her leg holes. She squeezed her cheeks together as I ran them down between her legs as she mashed her lips into mine. I could feel the moisture as it started to secrete from her vagina and I wanted to touch and see just where it was coming from. But first I had to touch her all over.
I ran my hands up over her panties to the small of her back and then back down to the elastic of her waistband. I inserted just the tip of my fingers and ran them around a little before I moved them up to her back. They reached the top of her dress, and as I pulled it away from the skin on her back, I unzipped the back with my other hand that was still on the outside of the garment. It opened up to my hand on the inside and then, taking it by the two straps, I slowly and gently removed them from her soft white shoulders. I stood back a bit, allowing it to fall away, freeing her two wondrous globes from the silky material that had been covering them. It continued its fall down to her tummy and then to her hips. It stopped there for just a second and then it went all the way to the floor.
She was wearing white shear panties, the kind that were so thin that you could see everything that they were suppose to cover. Her knees were tightly placed together when her dress gathered at her ankles. My eyes were glued to the lightly colored triangle that shown through the fabric right at her junction. I must have gasped a little because her knees locked into a protective stance just before I reached out to touch her at that very place.
Now it was her time to gasp as I made contact. It was just with my finger tip but you would have thought that I touched her with a cattle prod. She jumped back and gave me a shocked little smile and then reached out with her hand and cupped my fingers right on her pussy. She separated her knees just a little and it was enough to allow me to stretch my fingers deep between her legs and settle them right at the source of her moisture.
She closed her eyes as she melted into my fingers. I moved my touch deeper into her junction as her legs began to separate even more. There was no double crotch material in her panties, so I was touching the thin, see-thru fabric that separated my touch from her hair covered labia lips and I could feel them shudder under my touch. She began to coo just a little as I pressed my finger tip between her lips to the very source of her fluids. She reached up to grab me by my shoulders as she fought for her balance, then I said to her, “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” She didn’t say a word but took me by the hand and led me into the room.
When we got there, Chloe turned and had me sit on the edge of the bed. She knelt down and started to remove my shoes and socks while I unbuttoned my shirt. I then stood up and we both removed my slacks and finally my underwear. Chloe stood up in front of me looking strangely into my eyes as she asked me, “Chris, can I ask you a question? Please don’t laugh because I really want to give you something and I want to make sure that you will take it.”
Her question caused me to raise my eyebrow as well as my curiosity so I told her that she could ask me anything. She swallowed hard and then sat down beside of me. She looked a little nervous and I wondered what was on her mind but almost afraid to ask, judging by her anxiety. She started to speak slowly, not looking up from her hands folded demurely in her lap.
“Chris, you know that I love you and that I would do anything for you don’t you?” she began. I acknowledged the question with a nod but still wondering what in the world she had on her mind.
“I want to give you something, something that I can give only to one person, ever,” she continued to stare down into her lap. As she slowly looked up into my face, she continued to speak. “I can’t give my virginity because, well, you know. And besides, I’ve enjoyed sex with you so many times already. But I can give you one thing, it’s kind of like my virginity but it’s different. But if I give it to you, you have to promise to stop if it hurts me too much. I’m asking you to put it in my hole down there, you know, my butt hole.”
I was shocked and relieved all at the same time. My gosh did she know what she was saying? I almost shoved it in her tight little anus last night and I only stopped because she begging not to go there. And now she inviting me to take her anal virginity and what can I say but “Hell yes!”
“Chloe, are you sure?” I had to ask out of concern for my darling little lover but, all the while, I hoped that she would say yes. And when she did, I reassured her that I would be careful and I would pull out at the first sign of discomfort on her part.
She continued to sit there with her hands folded in her lap saying nothing. She was obviously nervous about what she had just aaaasked me and very anxious and unsure of how to get it going. I suddenly thought about the Vaseline that I had brought with me to apply to my lips when they are dry and ran to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I emerged a second later holding the jar nervously in my hand and gave it to her saying, “Here this might help a little.”
She took it in her hand and then looked up into my eyes with this “Now what” look in them and smiled a nervous little smile. I leaned over and gave her a nice little kiss on the lips that turned into a mad passionate session of oral exploration on both of our parts. The ice was broken as our hands began to hold, press and force each other into a reclining position and then my hands found their way down to her crotch.
I began to rub her pussy lips through the thin covering of her panties and soon I was feeling her juices as they escaped down below. She was panting now with anticipation and lust and I hoped for the moment in time that was rapidly approaching when I would take my gift that she had offered me completely. I only hoped that it would be a good experience for both of us because I knew it would be for me.
I picked up her legs and pressed them down on her chest. Then I slowly started her panties down her hips and up her legs until they were off of her feet but her legs were flailing up in the air. I scooted closer to them and placed my hand down on her open crotch. I began massaging her between her legs, taking my fingers and gently rubbing along the outsides of her puffy little labia lips. I extended my reach downward until they went to the end of the lips and encircled her rose bud. She stiffened as I made contact but relaxed as I encouraged her with my soft soothing voice. Then I asked her to roll over and to stick her little butt straight up in the air.
She did what I asked and after I placed her knees far apart, I sat back to admire my work. What I saw took my breath away. It was the most erotic sight that I have ever seen. Sticking straight back at my hungry eyes was her wide open butt propped up by the backs of her two white legs that went down to the mattress and bent at the knees. They were at least 18 inches part and her hairy junction joined them in the middle. She had her face to one side as she laid it flat on the pillow to the right and her two breasts were swaying, there barely pressing into the mattress. Her lips were slightly separated as the fluids gathered at her opening and glistened in the light of bedroom. It was a sight that I will always remember.
I had to touch and caress her two lips that were begging for my attention so I placed my two fingers directly on each one and ran my touch up and back along their length. She shuttered a little but did not move from her erotic position. Again I ran them the full length up but allowed them to slide down her canal as I slowly drug them along until I stopped at her vaginal opening and to a detour inside of her opening. She gushed her fluids out of it, making my fingers nice and lubricated as they extended inward as far as they would reach and then while I was pulling them out, I pressed upward slightly and massaged her G-spot just for good luck.
She cried out as she switched sides of her face on the pillow and her tummy moved down a little causing her rear end to stick up even more. I withdrew my fingers from her glory hole, taking as much of her natural lubricant with them as I could and moved up to her puckered rosebud. I encircled it couple of times, smearing her fluids around the edge and into its opening a little, and then I made a trial run up her anus by inserting my finger into her rectum and moving it around. She held her breath in anticipation and tightened up her muscles down there around her anus. I told her to relax and enjoy it the best that she could and she did relax a little as I reached for the jar of Vaseline.
I dug out a blob with my finger and aimed it towards her anus. I poked the finger fully into her rectum and ran it completely around, spreading the lubricant all over the opening and as deep into the confines as my finger would reach. I then took another blob on my finger and spread it all around the head of my cock and when I was satisfied that I was finished lubing up, I asked her, “Are you ready?” She answered back, “Uh huh,” and I proceeded to her opening.
I slid my cock head right into the rose bud with no problem at all but it soon met the restrictive presence of her sphincter muscle. The lubricant was only partly helpful with this obstruction but with a little persistence on my part when applying pressure and the guts of one little woman, it finally open wide to allow the intruder access to her soft colon and the treasure that were found in there. Her sphincter acted like a girdle around my cock, binding it tightly as it made its way in and out of her lovely rectum, causing much enjoyment for her and a tantalizingly tight fit for me. I began to hump her tiny little ass and soon was slapping my balls against her butt in a forceful rhythm that increased along with our arousal.
My right hand went down and grabbed her right breast and gave it a not so gentle of a squeeze but she was lost in the pleasure that I was causing down below and she didn’t even vocalize any pain that I was sure that I was causing her. She just continued to rock and push back into my pumping as I started to build up to my release.
I switched my hand assault from her breast to between her legs and was soon massaging her clitoris that was hanging free of her hooded protector. She screamed out in pleasure as she began the writhe about in her excitement and I kept my finger right on her spot, simulating her little love button more with every touch I made on it. She began to groan out loudly as I concentrated all of my manual attention to her node and my pelvic attention to her ass and my mental attention to holding back my immanent orgasm.
Her fluids were pooling on the sheets down between her knees as she reached higher and higher towards her orgasm, her first one she had ever had that was from anal stimulation. It was not only her first anal orgasm but one of her greatest of all time. She was building higher and higher until she could not build it any more. She suddenly jerked herself forward, landing flat on her chest and stomach with her rear end sticking straight up in the air. She was ramming her hips back into every thrust of my cock that was buried deep into her bowels. She started to scream out her pleasure just as I shot my first load deep up her rectum. She was wildly thrashing about under my weight as I continued to pump my sperm into her. Her voice was so low in tone that I hardly recognized it as coming from her but I knew that it was because with every loud scream came a deliciously warm sensation from her sphincter.
I finally shot my last rope out of my cock as her hips went limp down on the mattress signaling her surrender to her orgasm. All she could do was to whimper as my weight kept my deflating cock buried up her ass. When finally her sphincter spit out the limp noodle, it smeared the combined fluids and lubricants all over between her two cheeks as she groaned a disapproving little sigh and then went silent. I rolled off and laid there beside of her panting. I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I had my little Chloe to thank for it, that and that wonderful little rose bud that she had given me as a token of her love.
I lay there on my back, trying to catch my breath, thinking about what I had just experienced and who had made it possible. My God, the love of this girl for me must be immense and all I could do was to take advantage of this love and give back nothing in return. “What are you afraid of, Chris?” I kept asking myself. “Are you afraid that she will break your heart just like her mother did? Are you afraid to give her your heart, afraid of declaring your love for her? What’s wrong with you, you know that you love her, why can’t you say so? She just gave you the last thing that she possible could, her virginity, albeit her anal virginity, but it was something of importance. It’s not like every woman has given up that last piece of themselves and to give it as a token of her love for you, well, that’s something very special indeed.
I rolled over and laid my head on her shoulder blade so I could hear her heart beating in its rhythmic beat. I wondered what she felt in this beating organ that they call a heart. Was it really love? Was it this love real and did she have it just for me? I suddenly felt this sensation come over me, them warmth that emanated from deep down inside of my chest. I had to say it; I had to express my feelings. I whispered softly into her back, “Chloe, I love you. I really do love you.”
She sighed but didn’t move. Her eyes were closed but a simple little smile crossed her face and I knew that she had heard my declaration. I had said it; I had told her that I loved her and I now knew that I really did. I had for a long time but refused to acknowledge it but now I didn’t have to worry about anything as long as my Chloe never leaves my side I will be happy.

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Brianne

She was just as beautiful as ever today. She was wearing a blue skirt, it was pretty short, and a green t-shirt. She was pretty short herself, only about 5’4”. She had medium length, brown, slightly curly hair, it reached to about her shoulder. Her breasts were average sized, probably a C cup. She had a nice butt as well, it was slightly large on her small frame. Her eyes were startlingly green, and her smile was always kind and warming. I had had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, since back in elementary school. Her name was Brianne. I saw her walking by me at lunch, she said hello and smiled as she walked past. I returned the hello. As she walked past me, I turned my head, savoring the image of her walking down the path in the short blue skirt. I only vaguely knew her on any personal level, just enough to get a hello from her if we passed each other in the hall, or outside the school.
I walked over to my usual spot where I ate in the hallway, but my friend Ryan wasn’t there. I supposed he must be taking a test or something. He was an honors student, and often had to do academic shit at lunch. I sat down and ate lunch by myself, my back resting against my locker. After I finished eating, I pulled out a book to read. As I was reading, I heard a throat clear near me. I looked up. Brianne was standing there, looking down at me. “Uh uh,” I said stupidly. She smiled, and said, “Hey your friend Ryan was in Chemistry taking a test with me, and we started up a conversation.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept staring up at her. “He said you have trouble in your math class.” I had no idea what this could possibly have to do with anything, but I nodded my head in acknowledgment, still without a clue what to say. “Well, he was wondering if I would be okay with tutoring you. He said that he would do it, but wasn’t very good at math himself.” That’s when I finally put it together. Ryan was great at math, and often did help me with my math homework. He knew I had a crush on Brianne though, so he must be trying to set us up.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, finally finding my voice. She smiled again, and handed me a slip of paper. “Just call me if you need help, and we can set up a tutoring date.” She smiled again and walked away. The bell rang, and I packed my bag up. As I was walking to class I was lost in thought. It seemed kind of weird that she would be willing to tutor someone she hardly knew just because someone else who sits next to her in Chemistry asked if she would. But I always knew she was very nice, and I supposed this is why she agreed to it. I couldn’t wait to talk to Ryan about it, but I didn’t have him until seventh period, which was math. The next two periods before seventh crawled along, until finally I was able to walk into my math class.
Ryan was sitting down, his head buried in his math notes, making sure he was ready for the upcoming lesson. I sat down next to him. Our math teacher, Mr. Barson, was really cool, . He was one of the only teachers this year that let us sit wherever we wanted, which I thought was kind of stupid, seeing as we were seniors in high school. He was at the head of the classroom, listening to his I-pod until the bell rang. As I sat down next to Ryan, he looked up, and a huge grin broke across his face. “Well,” he asked, “did she talk to you?” “Yeah,” I replied, “how did you do that?” He continued, “It was easy, she is willing to do just about anything to help someone. I just had to start a conversation with her.” I knew this was easier for him than it ever could be for me, he was really good at talking to girls, despite being nerdy like me. I probably would have never been able to start a conversation with her.
The math lesson was easy today, I understood just about everything, but I was anxious to see Brianne, so I decided I was gonna call her and ask her for help anyways. As I left math, I thanked Ryan again, he said it was no problem, and I began my walk home. As I walked home, I imagined Brianne coming to my house to tutor me naked. In my head, she knocked on the door, and I answered. She was shivering, it was cold and rainy outside. Her body was completely naked, her arms pressed against her boobs. She walked in and hugged me gratefully. Then she started kissing me, and
I snapped out of the daydream as I approached my house, looking up at the clear blue sky. I knew that would never happen. Even if for some reason she came to my house naked, my mom didn’t work anymore, and wouldn’t let any naked girl in the house to start kissing me. I thought of my mom being home with annoyance, how was I supposed to get any alone time with Brianne if my mom was there. She would not let a girl in the house out of her sight. I liked my mom, but she could be pretty nosy, and I was sure I wouldn’t get a sing private word in. I started feeling miserable, I hadn’t even considered this.
As I walked inside, I started thinking about not calling her. I decided against it though, I wasn’t going to get anywhere doing that. So I went upstairs to my room, and took out my cell phone. I looked at the number and dialed it. It rang for a bit, and she answered. “Hello,” she said. “Hey, its me, I was wondering if you would still be okay with tutoring me?” I asked.
“Oh sure,” she replied, “when do you think you will need tutoring?”
“Well, I actually don’t understand my homework tonight, do you think you could help me?”
“Yeah, sure, I just have to do a couple of things, then I can be right over to pick you up. What is your address?” I gave her the address, and she said she would be over in a little bit. It was a moment after she hung up that I realized what she said, she was gonna pick me up, which would mean I wouldn’t have to worry about my mom being a hindrance.
I grabbed my backpack and put it by the door. I yelled to my mom that I was going out for a while, and she told me to be back before nine. As Brianne pulled up in her car, I headed out the door. She had changed clothes since school had ended, she was wearing tight blue jeans, which showed off her perfect ass, and a red low-cut tank top. I was surprised to see her wearing the tank top, she never wore anything like that at school. I could see her black bra straps underneath it. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said as I entered her small economy car. “No problem,” she said, “I’m just glad I could help.” As we arrived at her house, I gasped. Her house was rather large, Two stories, but not small and crummy looking like my house, the lawn was cut perfectly and decorated, and the paint was a nice blue color, instead of the awful, peeling mustard yellow of my house. She giggled slightly as she saw me gasp. “Are you going to pass out their?” she jokingly questioned. “I might, if the inside looks this nice too.” She laughed at my comment, and pulled into the garage. “Do you have a car?” she asked as she turned the engine off. “No, I don’t even have a license yet, and I don’t have a car to practice with so I can’t really get one. My mom’s car has broken down, she doesn’t use it anyways, she doesn’t work any more.” “That sucks,” she said. “Yeah, tell me about it.” She led me into her kitchen where she had one of those kitchen bars, that was like a built in table in the middle of the kitchen. We sat down in the cushioned stools, and I took out my homework. As she helped me with it, we talked about other stuff, driving, school, recent movies. I was really enjoying myself, and she seemed to be too.
“Where are your parents?” I asked. “They work really late, they are architectural engineers, and they usually don’t get home until around nine, sometimes later. They’re really serious about their jobs.” “Both of them are engineers?” I said. “Yeah, they both work in the same office too.” She got through helping me with my math pretty quickly, seeing as I already knew how to do it. Afterward she asked if I wanted to watch a movie with her. I replied that I would love to, and she slipped one into the DVD player. We sat next to each other and watched it. I was extremely nervous, I had never sat alone with a girl and watched a movie before. We continued to talk some through the movie, and I began to find out I had more in common with her that I ever would have guessed. She was also into art, she was in an advanced class. I wasn’t in any class or anything, but I really liked to draw. I showed her a couple of my pictures from my backpack, and she told me I should join the class.
As the movie ended, she was sitting very close to me, leaning on my shoulder. She seemed to realize for the first time how she was sitting, and sat straight up. She was blushing. “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Nothings wrong,” she said. “I just don’t want to do anything you might be uncomfortable with. I’m just supposed to tutor you, I don’t want to
” She didn’t seem to understand what she was trying to say. I tried to help. “I am fine with anything you are okay with, I uh, I really like you.” She looked up at me, as though surprised. Then, to my surprise, she kissed me. Her tongue slid in to my mouth, and I responded by doing the same. I was worried that I wasn’t good at kissing, this was my first time doing it. We continued kissing for quite awhile, my hands were rubbing on her back, but suddenly she moved my hands further down to her ass as we kissed. I was in heaven. Her ass which I always watched move away from me in the halls, which I frequently fantasized about. I began rubbing her ass, but cautiously, I didn’t want to offend her. As if reading my mind, she broke away from the kiss for a moment. “Don’t worry, I like you touching me, go ahead. She began kissing me again, and my hands grabbed her ass lightly. After I didn’t receive any negative response, I squeezed both of her cheeks. This caused her to begin kissing me more passionately. We continued in this fashion for a while, until she slid her hands up underneath my shirt, causing my spine to tingle slightly. She then broke the kiss again, and slipped my shirt over my head. I was extremely surprised. “What are you doing?” I asked. She looked confused. “Do you not want to, uh-” I cut her off, “Yeah, but are you sure you want to-” as a reply she began kissing me again. I continued to kiss her, and stuck my hands down the back of her pants, over her panties. I then slowly slid my hands around in a circle, bringing them to the front. She gasped at this, and I unbuttoned her pants. As I slid the zipper down, I saw that her panties were black too, matching her bra. I tried pulling her jeans off, but had some difficulty, she giggled and helped me get them off. She then helped me get my pants off, and I pulled her tank top over her head.
We were both just in our underwear. I slowly slid my hands up from her belly button, along her sides, and to her bra. I reached around back and tried to un strap it. I had difficulty with this, but after a minute of fiddling and some laughing, I managed to unhook it. The bra fell off, and I stared at her boobs. They were better than I ever imagined, in all my fantasies. They were slightly larger than they seemed while she was wearing clothes. She has small, pink nipples, and small areolas around them. Her boobs were slightly more pale than the rest of her body. I stared for a few seconds, and then put my hand on one of them. I began rubbing it gently, and then squeezed it. She seemed to enjoy this slightly. I put my other hand on her other boob and began squeezing it. Them I mover my mouth up to her boobs and began sucking on her nipples as I continued to rub them. After a while I looked down to her panties. They were extremely wet. I moved my hands down from her boobs, and slowly slid her panties down. She gasped quietly. I looked at her pussy. It was pale as well, and looked very tight. It was also extremely wet. She was clean shaven. I moved my head down, and began licking her pussy. She let out a soft moan as I did this. My tongue licked up and down, and then I began playing with her clit. She began moaning louder. I continued to do this, and grabbed her ass with my hands. I squeezed it tightly, and she let out a louder moan. This went on for a while, before she sat up, and asked me to take my underwear off.
I pulled them down nervously, and she moved her mouth over to my dick. She licked up the shaft of my very hard dick and onto the head. She then wrapped her mouth around my cock, and began slowly moving her head down. She moved up and down, slowly getting the hang of it. I was feeling a great amount of pleasure as she did this. I was worried that I would cum too soon, but I managed to keep myself from doing so. After a while she pulled her mouth off of my dick, and laid back on the couch with her legs open. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“I don’t have a condom”
“I’m on the pill”
“Why?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I take it for my period, so that it won’t be as bad.” Then, as if to encourage me, she grabbed my wet cock with her hand, and began moving her hand up and down, arousing me even further. When she stopped, I moved my dick up to her pussy, and slowly started to slide in. As I pushed in, I felt a resistance, and stopped. “Keep going,” she said. I continued to push, and her hymen broke. I realized that she must have been a virgin. She gasped in pain as I did this, and I asked if she was okay. “Yeah, I’m fine, just keep going. I pushed all the way in, and just stayed their for a minute.
Then I began to slowly pull out, and push back in. I was pumping into her, and she was moaning in pleasure. As I continued, I began to speed up. Her moans intensified as I did this. As I was fucking her, I grabbed her bouncing tits and began playing with them. She moaned more, and I started going faster. Her legs were spread wide apart on the couch. Her hands gripped the back of the couch, and the side of it, as I continued. After a while she asked if I wanted to try another position. I pulled out of her, and she leaned against the couch with her hands, her knees were on the floor. I moved behind her, and slid into her pussy. I began pounding into her again, and she started moaning again. Her hands were pressed against the back of the couch, and her head was turned back slightly to look at me. I grabbed onto her perfect ass again, squeezing it in ecstasy, and then continued to fuck her. “Slap my ass!” she suddenly yelled out, and I slapped her right ass cheek with my hand. “Oh yeah, please harder!” I began fucking her harder, causing her tits to bounce very rapidly, and also slapped her ass as hard as I could. “Fuck yes, fuck me!” she yelled.
We changed positions again, she spread her legs out on the ground this time, as far as they would go, and I held onto them pushing them back further. Her ass was pushed slightly off the ground because of how I was pushing her, and her back was bent. I then pushed into her again, and began screwing her. I was going as hard as before, her tits were bouncing back and fourth, and she was almost screaming in pleasure. I continued fucking her, and she grabbed onto her legs, holding them in place. My hands were then free to touch her again, and I leaned forward while fucking her and grabbed onto her boobs. I was squeezing them tightly, then rubbing them around. “Yes!” she moaned out, and yelled, “Harder!” I had to press my hands into her tits, and then began fucking her harder. “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!” she yelled. I was getting pretty close to being done now, and she moaned out, “I think I’m gonna cum!” I wanted to get her to finished before I did, so I held back and continued. “Yes, keep going, keep going!” she urged. “I’m almost their! Fuck me!” she began moaning even louder, and then I felt my balls tighten, and knew I couldn’t last any longer. I felt spurt after spurt of cum fire out, but as that happened, I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, she was having an orgasm too. I continued going for as long as I could, and eventually she stopped.
I pulled out of her, and she brought me to the bathroom so we could shower and clean up. After we got out of the shower, I asked her why she was so willing to do that so quickly. “Because I like you, I could tell just from talking to you tonight, and I could tell you liked me, and, well I guess I was kinda horny,” she said as she giggled. I laughed too, “Yeah, maybe just a little bit. This means were going out, right,” I asked jokingly. “Yeah, I would have to say so,” she said. I checked the clock, it was almost nine. “I have to get home,” I said. She took me home, and I kissed her goodnight. I was finally happy, I had the girl of my dreams.

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Jyll Part 4

Chapter Four.
It felt like a lot longer of a drive home then it really was. I had two beautiful naked vixens in the front seat, Lisa sitting on Jyll’s lap, gabbing away like they have been best friends for years, covered in sand (which I’m pretty sure I would be cleaning out of my car for months). The conversation started out with Lisa’s pierced nipples and then turned to how long Jyll and I had been together. That’s where it got interesting as Jyll explained that I was her mother’s boyfriend and she had come up to help with the store so her mom could go see her out of town doctor, yadda yadda yadda… No there is no incest. Yes she’s always had a thing for me but was always scared. Then I gave her the best fucking of her life
.. yadda yadda yadda. Lisa’s head kept flipping around looking at Jyll and then me with each juicy revelation. Throat fuck
.. Came in my ass
.. Deeper than any other guy
.. Passed out
.
Finally I pulled into the driveway and shut off my car. I think we all took a good look around before we made a mad, naked, laughing dash towards gate to the backyard and its relative safety from prying eyes. A couple of years back I installed a bar, grill, outdoor shower and hot tub. Kind of an outdoor man cave complete with music and high def TV.
We washed the sand and other crap off us from the lake. I fired up the hot tub and Lisa and I hopped in. Jyll made a line right for the bar where she started opening cabinet doors.
“Where the fuck is all the alcohol?”
“Let me ask you this. If you had an outdoor bar would you leave the alcohol outside?” I replied.
“Good point. I’m going to run inside and get us something to drink.”
Once Jyll retreated inside, Lisa laid her head on my shoulder and began to softly rub my chest and toy with my nipples. “Can I ask you something? She said.
“Sure.”
With an almost innocent sound to her voice, “are you going to try and fuck me in the ass?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I think so. I mean I’ve never had a man in, you know, my ass before.”
I thought for a second about that last statement. “What have you had in your ass?”
If you could feel someone blush this was that moment.
Using the same voice, “Sometimes when I rub myself I like to slid my finger in my ass when I cum. A couple of times I used my little vibrator and then there was Jyll’s finger
.. Never a man.”
Wow. I can only assume Jyll had her finger in Lisa’s ass when they were locked in that 69. Hell of a mental image. “I probably will but if you don’t want it just stop me.”
She nodded.
Jyll came back out carrying a bottle of Chopin shove in a bucket of ice and a trio of shot glasses. My camera bag was slung over her shoulder. “Well don’t you two look comfy,” she said. “I think you’re going to be well taken care of when I leave. Just don’t fucking forget about me. You were mine first.”
Lisa motioned towards the bag. “Whats that for?”
“That’s for him silly,” Jyll replied. “I want him to have something to jerk to when you’re not available.”
Jyll handed out the first round of the vodka before sliding in the hot tub and taking up the opposite side of Lisa. The vodka was ice cold and perfect. The nude women were better. After a few rounds Jyll announced that she wanted Lisa to herself for a while and suggested I keep myself busy with my camera. I pretty much got kicked out of the tub. I pulled the Nikon from its bag and quickly set it up. They were already kissing, and honestly, how many times is a guy going to get to photograph two beautiful women half his age going at it.
Jyll was surprisingly gentle with her. Not the aggressiveness she has used on me. The kisses were soft. Hands on Lisa’s cheeks, cradling her face. Tongues didn’t dance past the teeth. Jyll’s touch was light. Sliding down over Lisa’s breasts and under the waterline. When her hand reached Lisa’s lips and clit her body arched up out of the water revealing two of Jyll’s fingers buried deep inside before slowly dropping back into the water while Jyll’s mouth found Lisa’s nipples.
Lisa’s hands woke up. One hand’s fingers entwining in Jyll’s hair and the other going after one of those wonderful breasts. She took control, firmly but not aggressively, but pulling Jyll up for a much more passionate, deep kiss. Lisa lifted herself out of the water and sat herself on the edge. Lisa guided Jyll’s mouth down to her shaved mound and lips. I watched as Jyll hungrily devoured Lisa expertly using her tongue and fingers to bring Lisa to a shattering orgasm. All this time I was taking photo after photo.
I was in heaven.
Lisa planted another deep kiss on Jyll, tasting herself, before breaking the kiss and stating, “my turn.” Leading Jyll by the hair over to one of the hot tub jets, she bent her over it. Still holding her hair she ran her free hand down her back, over her ass, pausing to lightly tap one of her fingers on her asshole. I heard Jyll gasp. Clearly Jyll’s ass is one of her favorite places to be violated. Lisa’s fingers continued down. I could tell when Lisa’s long, slender fingers slid inside Jyll. Jyll’s expression changed to ecstasy and her eyes glazed over. I knew that look well. The combination of Lisa’s fingers and the hot tub jet was quickly pushing Jyll to an orgasm. Her breath quickened and she grasped at the deck boards.
“Do you like that?” Lisa teased.
“Oh fuck YES.”
“Do you want more?”
“God YESSSSSS,” Jyll hissed.
Shooting pictures from the front I watched as Jyll’s mouth fell open and she gasped for air. I had no idea what Lisa was doing to Jyll but whatever it was she was doing it right. Jyll panted out her first hot tub orgasm not by screaming
. no sound came out. She held her breath. Suddenly she gasped again and began sucking in air. Her muscles remained tight and she continued to claw at the deck. Another orgasm was coming soon.
Lisa asked again, “do you want more?”
“Fuck yesssssssssss” Jyll hissed.
Again suddenly Jyll was immediately rocked with another orgasm. For a second I thought she was going to pass out. There was even a few minutes when I stopped shooting pictures in wonder of what was happening before me. I have never seen a woman rocked by orgasms like this.
When Jyll’s breathing returned Lisa asked one more time “do you want more?”
Jyll mumbled and “un huh” as she weekly nodded.
Jyll tensed again and looked right in my eye and said “Oh my god it feels so good.”
Lisa looked at me, “Put your camera down for a second. I need you to hold her shoulders so I can turn her around.”
I of course complied and steadied Jyll’s shoulders. Lisa released her grip on Jyll’s hair and took one of Jyll’s legs and slung it up over her shoulders while kneeling in the tub. Jyll was pretty limp with ecstasy. With Jyll facing the other way, her back to me, ass facing the jet, Lisa asked me to help her up and sit her on the edge of the tub. When Jyll came out of the water and we got her in a sitting position I looked down to be greeted with an unexpected sight. I grabbed my camera and began shooting again. Lisa had her entire hand inside Jyll, just past her wrist. Jyll looked down at herself impaled on Lisa and then back into Lisa’s eyes with a sly grin on her lips.
“Ready?” Lisa asked.
Jyll reclined back propping herself up on her elbows before nodding.
Lisa began working her hand back and forth quickly while wiggling her fingers, never coming out past her wrist. The effect on Jyll was instant. She collapsed back and began shaking, arched her back, her skin flushed and she gasped for air. Mid orgasm Lisa suddenly pulled her hand out and locked her mouth over Jyll’s clit. It was by far the most intense orgasm I have ever seen. It left Jyll spent by the time it was over. She just laid there, chest rising and falling as she worked air into her lungs.
Lisa turned to look at me.
“And you’re worried about a guy’s cock in your ass?” I asked.
“I wont be in a few minutes.”
She waded over to me and took my camera away setting it on the desk before smiling at me and pushing me down into a sitting position in the tub. Lisa turned around. I was staring at the perfect ass of a beautiful red head. She looked over her shoulder at me. “Lube me up lover,” and bend over, hands on her knees. Leaning forward I licked her from lips to ass. Hearing a soft moan I brought my hand up and used my thumb to rub her clit. Applying a liberal amount of saliva to her asshole I used my other hand to slide a finger inside. She is tight. Between working her clit with my thumb and the addition of more saliva I was able to get two fingers working in and out of her fairly easily.
“Enough” she said standing up. She took a step backwards. Using my hands on her back I helped steady her as she sat. Her ass disappeared into the water. I felt her hand grasp my cock, already hard in anticipation for what was about to happen, and guide it to the opening of her ass. Slowly she worked it around until I felt the head pop inside. She paused to let herself relax for a few second and then began working me in and out. She felt wonderful but after about five minutes she only had worked a few inches of me into her.
“I don’t know if I can fit all of you inside of me.”
“Sure you can” and with those three words uttered I placed my hands on her shoulders pushing her down while I arched up. My cock fully entered her in one steady firm motion. She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
“OH MY GOD! Wait wait wait

 don’t move.”
We sat there for a few seconds before she started grinding her ass against me. Finally she leaned back. I took the queue and placed my hands on her breasts and began moving my hips up and down, sliding in and out of her. She loosened up enough to start pushing back against me to meet my thrusts.
“God I never imagined it would feel so fucking good


.”
I looked up and saw Jyll sitting up watching with a lustful look in her eyes. I tilted my head to the side. She followed my motion to my camera and smiled. Pulling herself up she gingerly walked around the tub and picked up my Nikon before returning to her place across the tub from us to take some pictures. Lisa didn’t notice for several minutes what was happening. When she did she really turned on pushing down harder and quicker.
“I need you two out of the water.”
Obediently Lisa climbed off of me. I stood then sat my ass on the edge of the hot tub. Lisa stepped up the hot tub’s seating ledge and looked over at Jyll waiting for the word that she was ready. Suddenly I seemed to be in a porn shoot
. not that I minded. The camera began to click as Lisa lowered herself onto my waiting cock. This time she slid in easily right down to my balls slowly. Jyll took a lot of pictures. I leaned back and let Lisa take control riding my full hard shaft at her complete whim. Raising and slamming herself down, as quick as she could. Panting and moaning; almost a chant.
I felt a new sensation. I peeked around Lisa to find my camera sitting alone. Jyll had made her way between Lisa’s legs. The sensation is Jyll’s tongue working the base of my cock and my balls. Jyll stood and leaned into Lisa and whispered “do you want more?”
“Oh fuck me!”
Jyll just smiled at me as placed her hand over Lisa’s mound and began rubbing her clit. It had the same effect of turning on a turbo charger. She went into high gear with all the glory we call volume and rode me hard to the very end. When she came I swear I could feel her spasm as her pussy clamped down on the cock that was not in there. It sent me over the edge filling her ass with jets of my hot cum. We sat there for some time just gaining our composure before joining Jyll by sliding back into the water.
We didn’t bother with shot glasses anymore and just passed the bottle around. A happy, beautiful naked woman on either side of me.
Jyll broke the mood. “Mom texted me. She will be home tomorrow.”
None of us could hide our disappointment. “There will be more opportunities. We just have to be more careful,” I replied.

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Three)

I appreciate the comments and advice, thank you. I am still getting the hang of writting so i how your patient with me. Leave a comment if you like it, there’s a part four which I am working on right now. I should have it up sometime tomorrow.

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JESINTA 7A – School Holidays

My name is Jesinta Jovanski. I am a 16 year old school girl, who is thinly built at (32-25-34); my breasts haven?t developed like most girls my age and am a B-cup. I am a brunette, with past my shoulder straight hair. Currently I have a live in arrangement with the school Vice-Principle aka Mr. Anderson aka VP. Also I have started experiencing a new relationship with my boxing trainer, Jim Broadbent aka Jimmy. I have drifted away from the biker club that I spent so much time with, while I was battling with my mother.

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THE CRACK OF DAWN

THE CRACK OF DAWN
I’ve wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don’t really know how or where to start. So I’ll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I’d never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family.
First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5’-5” tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren’t all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I’ve been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, 21. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we’ve all drifted apart some in recent years.
I’ve dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn’t click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can’t name the four Beatles.
So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I’m about to tell you
how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life
began a few months ago.
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I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She’s an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls ‘ebony chaos’. I find it stunning. I’ve known her for years, but we’ve become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum’s vendors so we’ve had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship.
One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn’t have a man in her life
evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem
so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything
it was okay to say anything to her and she’d be right there with me. We’d look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We’d laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We’d laugh it up, then say good night and go home.
We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we’d dated, you name it. While I’d tried relationships with younger guys that didn’t work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we’d see at the pub became more and more graphic.
One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.
“You know what we ought to do?” she said. “Take that boy home and fuck his lights out.”
I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. “What? You can’t be serious,” I said. “He’s probably our sons’ age.”
“That don’t make no difference, girl,” she replied, shocked at my naĂŻvetĂ©. “Every young man’s fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!”
I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. “You have to be kidding, that boy?”
“Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I’m just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?”
Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, “Oh girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just here we are, two hot lookin’ salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out
 they probably all wanna fuck us
and we always goin’ home alone. Seems like if it’s there for the takin’, we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?”
I chuckled uneasily and demurred.
She glanced at her watch, it was getting late. “Well, let me tell you. Usually girl’s night is girl’s night, but tonight I’m making an exception. I don’t need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn’t add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won’t help me out I’ll have to do it on my own.” She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, “I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I’ll have to settle for college boy one-on-one.” Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. “Good night, Dawn,” she said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.
I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up college boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni’s bed. I fucked myself.
—
“I’m sorry,” she said when she finally called the following night. “I’m sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn’t miss much, sista, that boy didn’t know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo ‘til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!”
“You just told him to leave?” I asked.
“No, girl, I just walked out. I didn’t take that boy home, if I did that I’d never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin’ to get you down there too but that didn’t happen.”
“I’m sorry.” That was all I could think to say.
“You sorry alright, that’s for sure,” she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. “Look, I’m sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. Last night was one of those nights. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“I wasn’t offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss.”
“You did? Oh Thank God, Lord knows I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“You have?” I asked with genuine surprise.
“Girl, what planet are you living on? I’m been comin’ on to you and dreamin’ about sinkin’ my face into the crack of Dawn for I don’t know how long! I know you’re not a prude, so what gives
”
There was another long pause. Then Ronni said, “Listen Dawn, sit tight, I’m coming over. I’m bringing drinks.”
I sat tight.
—
“So you’ve never had sex with a woman?” Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. “But you liked our kiss?”
“No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. Fooled around a little, that’s all. But yes, I liked your kiss very much,” I said. “When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you.”
Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she’d rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she’d leave.
“But last night
” she said. “ I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would
” Her voice trailed off. “May I kiss you again?” she asked. Yes!
We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs.
When our lips parted I said, “I should have been with you last night
”
“Yes!” she said. “I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome.” She started talking dirty. “You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time
?”
“Kiss me again,” I said, pulling her face to mine.
We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush.
I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy
 What was next? I’d fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me, this was a woman! Ronni was disappointed that she didn’t get me in the sack, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There’s no instruction book.
We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving I already knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea.
About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course.
On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, with nice easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight, the time wasn’t right. I asked her when the time would be right. She just said not to worry, that when I was finally ready for some black pussy we’d both know it.
Then she asked me out on another date. Friday night, I’ll pick you up at seven. I said fine, what are we going to do?
“It’s a surprise,” she said.
—
“So where are you taking me?” I asked after I’d gotten into the passenger side of Ronni’s sedan and we’d kissed hello.
“Girl, We’re going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“It’s a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly all girls, anyway.”
“What does that mean? I don’t know about this
”
“Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces.”
I laughed nervously and said, “I swear you are a bad influence on me!”
“Well, God knows I’m tryin’ to be, if you’d just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun.”
She hauled my ass over there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats on the end of one table near the left side up front.
In a few minutes the houselights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Then out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and a list of all the things they’d like to do to them. After a few minutes of that they jumped down from the risers on the other side of the room and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin’s side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin’s shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier.
“All right,” Ronni shouted, “Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!”
Soon, across the way Robin’s tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde and soon he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat.
But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was just four seats away and his tights were being peeled away by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and
his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Stripped down, Batman was dressed as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle. Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility.
My eyes were on his little referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. And of course before long some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard. I’d say Batman was about five-eleven or maybe six feet tall, but he was thin and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. A woman behind her handed her a twelve inch plastic ruler. She measured him and held the ruler up for all to see, her finger marking it somewhere between nine and ten inches, and the girls cheered and applauded. Then Batman was standing right in front of Ronni.
He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman’s lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us all to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby red. Then she handed it to me.
Then Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman’s face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back to me. She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth.
I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Amazed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. And I tensed up. I might be next!
Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the loud music. Ronni’s hands were on Batman’s ass and Batman’s gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go.
Batman’s hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then suddenly he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. They grinded into one another for a moment or two, and then gradually he pulled his train out of the tunnel and everyone around was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring around the base of his cock.
Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I’d just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I’d ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice and my jeans were soppy wet. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me.
“Your turn, girl!” she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. “You gonna suck Batman!”
Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it.
Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer, I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. Then I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn’t going to try and do what Ronni had done, I’d probably choke and die if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman’s gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer, and I felt another couple inches of his cock slip into my mouth.
I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth , going in pretty far, maybe six or seven inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best as I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be into it.
Inadvertently my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO, so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I’m not sucking Batman’s dick, I’m not giving Batman a blow job, I’m not giving Batman head! No, it’s some kid with a big dick and a Batman suit and he’s fucking me in the mouth! And I’m finger-fucking him in the ass!
I rammed my finger into him harder and squeezed his ass and I felt his hands tighten behind my head and I could feel his hot swelling in my mouth and knew he was ready to come.
And come he did. With a groan we all could hear above the music he released his load into my mouth, six, seven, eight spasms

Ronni put her mouth to my ear and said, “Don’t swallow all of it, Baby, save some for me!”
I loved her for saying that. Just as I was starting to feel like a totally used and abused slut, she made me feel good about it. I couldn’t wait to get her home and tear her clothes off with my teeth!
When the kid was done shooting his Bat-wad into me and had removed his Bat-rod from my mouth, I took my finger out of his Bat-hole. I looked at Ronnie and parted my lips slightly so she could see my mouthful of Bat-cum. Girls cheered. Ronni smiled and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues glided in the slippery nectar, and then she sucked some of it into her mouth. When we both swallowed another loud cheer erupted.
Then unexpectedly Batman leaned down to me and french-kissed me, thumbing my hard left nipple in the process. Then he did the same with Ronni, and before he left he said something into her ear. Then he started dancing over to another table.
I realized Ronni and I were holding hands. “Can we get out of here?” I said. “I need to get home and fuck my new girlfriend.” I had cum in my pants, cum in my mouth and cum in my stomach. Now I wanted to find out what it felt like to have Ronni come in my face.
“Girl, you’re a damn mind reader!”
We visited the ladies room before leaving and I asked Ronni what Batman had said to her at the end.
“He told us to bring a condom next time!” she said.
As we were leaving we glanced over at the ongoing action. Robin was sitting on a table facing a gray-haired woman seated in front of him and she seemed very busy, her head moving up and down mechanically, sucking him. Looked like she was bobbing for apples. Seated next to him on the table was a well-shaped redhead. She had one hand on Grandma’s head and the other around Robin’s back. She wore a zipper dress that was unzipped almost all the way down. She wore nothing underneath. Robin was sucking her right tit. I could see her strawberry patch pubes from where we stood.
“Ooh, look at Batman now!” Ronni said. “Condoms. We gotta bring condoms.”
Batman’s bare ass was swinging pretty good, back and forth, as he slung his pole into the pussy of a busty brunette. The girl next to her alternated between sucking her nipples and sucking his.
“God I want you!” I said to her.
She kissed my lips. “Been wanting you forever, girl,” she said. “Tonight’s the night. I just sucked Batman, now I’m going home and eat Wonder Woman!”
—
That night I made love to a woman for the first time. We were barely inside my front door and that ebony fox attacked me, and devouring me. Our tops were off by the time we reached my bedroom. Ronni started unhooking my jeans.
“Girl, you look hot as hell in these pants, but it’s about time they came off.” I sat on the bed as she began yanking them off of me. “I see people staring at your crotch, men and women both, looking at the crack of Dawn, pussy lips pushing at the fabric, trying to get out, ass crack plain to see. I am so ready to tear you up!”
She tossed my pants on the floor and stood right before me and looked in my eyes. Her hair and her eyes looked wild. She was naked above the waste, her ample, firm breasts in front of my face, her nipples hard. There were beads of sweat above her upper lip.
I reached for her pants and unsnapped them. I pulled the zipper down and eased her pants to the floor. Her red thong was soaked. I pressed my nose to her sex and smelled her funk through the saturated cloth. I kissed her thong then lowered it and she stepped out of her pants.
She moved a little closer, her dark, heavenly body standing before me, her shaved chocolate sundae inches from my face. Her black hole beckoned. Our time had come.
Ronni dropped her hand to her inviting snatch and said, “Baby, I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.”
I scooted a little closer and kissed her right below her navel. She let out a little moan. I trailed kisses from her stomach to her thighs, circling ever closer to her glistening gash.
“I looked up to her and said, “I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
“Don’t worry, lover,” she said. “It’s all good.”
I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, tasted her seasoned tang. She tasted good. I did this a number of times, then buried my nose inside of her and pushed. She whimpered and her torso shook. Then my lips moved to her clit and surrounded it.
She groaned. “Ooh yes, baby, you know what to do,” she said. I felt her hand behind my head pulling me close, felt her groin start a gentle sway. I stuck my hand in my pussy, which as wet as Ronni’s, and raised my finger to her buttonhole and pushed. It slid right in all the way.
She reached one hand behind her and placed it over mine to help me ream her, guiding me, gently and deeply. She pulled my head to her crotch and pressed her crotch to my face. Soon her twat, my face and my finger found a perfect syncopation, and our rhythm quickened.
“My god, girl you are a natural,” she said. “I Love looking down and seeing your sweet vanilla face eating my chocolate fudge!”
Our speed increased, and I was quivering as I kneaded her tool and fingered her and licked her and I was close to coming but I kept at it.
“Oh shit girl, I’m gonna come girl,” Ronni moaned. “I’m gonna come big. Then I’m gonna have you girl, suck you dry, baby. I wanna fuck your ass with my tongue!”
That did it. I came like I never had in my life. It shot out of me like a geyser, splashing over Ronni’s legs and dripping to the floor.
“Holy shit girl, was that you? Damn, you’re like a fucking fire hose, what you doing, trying to put me out? Vanilla Fudge baby, we are ughhhhhh

”
She came in waves, her cum splashing my face, filling my mouth, seeping out of my mouth and nose. She didn’t loosen her grip on my head or hand until she was well out of her throes, so only then did I remove my body parts from hers. We collapsed into each other’s arms on my bed and kissed long kisses for a long time.
But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like trying to fuck an electric slinky.
She licked me, she sucked me, she fucked me, she kissed me, she chewed me, she screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, was left un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on the other side of me and always finding another piece of me to arouse. And yes, she did fuck my ass with her tongue, and I’m happy to say I returned the favor
twice.
What a night. Starting off with sucking Batman, and wrapping it up with a wild ride on a black snake. Well, I shouldn’t say night
we didn’t get out of bed until noon the following day, and when we did it was just to eat something and bathe. But we started up again in the bath. Ronni decided she wanted to see me with a hairless pussy, so she shaved me, and after she did, of course she had to try it out. So she did, and of course I came, and then she wanted to sit on my face, and one thing led to another, back in bed and she didn’t leave until early Monday morning, just in time to rush home and get ready for work.
—
For the next few weeks we spent a lot of our spare time in the bedroom, and stayed together on the weekends. But Ronni still wanted to fuck men too, and I agreed. So Friday nights became boy toy night. We’d get a hotel room and then go to a bar and pick up a young buck or two. It was so easy. We’d find one we both liked and we’d invite him back to the room, fuck him silly, then we’d clean up and fuck each other the rest of the night. And somehow, the sex with Ronni always seemed wilder and more intense on the nights after we’d shared some cock.
Then Ronni called me on the phone at work one Wednesday morning and told me she had good news. I asked her what it was. She hesitated, said she wasn’t sure she should tell me or I might wet my pants in the front.
“Well, darling, don’t make any plans for this Saturday night. You and me got a date.”
“What?” I asked. “What are we going to be doing?”
“What are we going to be doing?” she asked. “We are going to be fucking Batman, that’s what we are going to be doing.”
She went on to tell me that she had learned where the party was being held and had arranged a reservation for two.
“And, I’m going to pick up a pack of rubbers on the way home!” she added.
—
We planned our wardrobe carefully for Saturday night. I wore a sexy red chemise that I knew I looked hot in. Ronni wore a skirt with a sleeveless, cream-colored t-shirt with BACK DOOR GIRL written on it. We wore panties but we both hoped they’d be coming off.
“Dawn, you look good enough to eat,” Ronni said. “I might have to fuck you myself before we ever get to see Batman!”
“Oh, no you won’t!” I said. I looked in the mirror. I have to admit that I did look ready to fuck, and I wondered out loud about how I’d turned into such a slut.
“You’re my slut, girl,” Ronni said, and she kissed me. Then we put on our lipstick and were on our way.
—
When we arrived at the party we saw it was a different, more intimate setting than the previous party. There were different type of chairs and tables scattered about, and comfortable furniture, a bar with seven or eight stools on the right side. There was a small stage set up near an exit door so we got some drinks and sat down on a sofa to wait for the show to begin.
“I guess they’ll be coming in through that door over there,” Ronni said, pointing behind the stage. “Probably out there double-parking the Batmobile as we speak.”
After a while the show started. With music blasting and lights flashing the dynamic duo danced into view. They went through their rituals of undress to the delight of all the ladies. Then they were down to just their masks, capes, gloves, boots and yes, their thongs, and the whistles started blowing. Soon enough their bat-poles had popped out of those thongs and into girls’ mouths. Batman had already had his fat, hard penis between three sets of lips by the time he worked way over to us. Ronni had no trouble getting his attention right away.
“Look what we got, Batman!” she screamed, holding up a condom.
He recognized us, and came over and stood right in front of us with his erect monster in front of our faces. Ronni wrapped her big mouth around that cock as she ripped open the condom package. I saw the tattooed lips next to his cock and I leaned in and kissed him twice on his groin, leaving my bright red lip marks on him.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but I became bold. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman’s swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my panties and handed them to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He put my panties on around his neck.
And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass in back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and guided it into me.
“You go, girl!” Ronni screamed. “Fuck her good, Batman! Fuck that pussy. Then you can fuck this sista up the ass!”
Batman was one hard fucker. I thought he was going to ram me through the back of the couch. He slammed me over and over and we were both grunting with every thrust. I came with a rush, and he kept poking me until my spasms had been reduced to sweaty quivers. Then he surprised me. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth.
He slipped his tool out of me and Ronni didn’t miss a beat.
“Here it is, Batman, “she yelled, unzipping her skirt. “Nice piece of black booty for ya, already lubed up and ready!”
So Batman assfucked Ronni and girls were screaming like it was Beatlemania all over again. As big as that cock was, no one could believe her asshole could take it all in. But she did, and there he was, fucking my girlfriend in the ass with my panties around his neck. Little by little that nightstick disappeared into her, and after a few minutes of him fucking and her screaming various filthy obscenities his dick finally re-emerged with a load of his cum dangling from his cockhead inside the condom.
When we got home later that night our lovemaking was ferocious and dirty and funky and nasty and terrific. In the morning the bedroom smelled like pussy and the bed was soaked.
—
The next weekend Ronni and I were out at a pub shopping for boy-toys but we had to cancel those plans when we ran into my daughter. I hadn’t seen Gina for a while, and of course she’d never met Ronni, so she joined us for drinks. We talked and caught up on things, although I didn’t elaborate on the nature of my relationship with Ronni
I’d save that for another time. She talked about her studies, her activities, and the normal fare. I asked her if she’d talked to her brother lately and she said no, not really. Neither had I, I said, but that’s nothing new of course. Typical Ryan, always did do his own thing. When we parted I told Gina to call or stop over when she had time, maybe have dinner.
After Gina had left, Ronni said, “Damn, Dawn, your daughter is hot! Almost as hot as her mama! Does she do girls?”
I told her to behave herself.
—
The next afternoon I received a call from Ryan, the first one in a while. He asked how I was doing, what I’d been doing, and so on, and I did the same. Then he said he needed to get a couple of things that he had stored in the basement, and could he come over and pick them up. I told him sure, anytime. He said thanks, and he’d be over in a couple of hours. I told him that would be fine, I’d be here.
When he arrived we hugged and kissed hello and I asked him if he’d like something to drink. He said okay, so I fetched us a couple of iced teas from the kitchen. I sat on one end of the sofa and he sat in a rocker to my left. We made some small talk, he told me about school, exams, and how ready he was to get out. In a few weeks he’d finally be an architect and not just studying to be one. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot.
“So, Mom, how’s your girlfriend?” he asked.
It’s amazing how four simple words can make your stomach feel like it has ten pounds of cement in it.
“What do you mean?” was all I could stammer.
“Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?”
The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words.
“You have good choice in women, Mom, I’ll tell you that. How long has
”
“It just happened,” I interrupted. After a long pause, I repeated, “It just happened.”
I looked up at him, his eyes burning into mine. “Of course I would have told you and Gina. It’s all still pretty new to me.”
“Well, I’m cool with it, Mom, if it makes you happy. You deserve to be happy.”
“Really, Ryan? Oh thank you. We’re not lesbians, we both like men. We’ve known each other for years, and I don’t know, she was coming on to me and I was too dumb to even know it. And then, gradually, somehow
” My voice trailed off.
I asked him, “How did you find out?”
After another awkward pause he said, “There’s something of yours I’ve been holding onto that I need to return.” Then he reached into his pocket and the second bomb was dropped.
He placed my panties on the table between us. The same panties that I’d last seen hanging around Batman’s neck.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh my god!” I cried, “You are
you must think I’m
” I then burst into tears, sobbing. “I’m so sorry
.you must think I’m some kind of whore
”
I was shaking all over as the tears flowed out of me. Ryan was quickly beside me with his arms around me, trying to console me. He kissed my cheeks and forehead and hugged me, calming me.
“Mom, mom, it’s okay, stop crying. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But I’m your mother, and now you must think I’m some kind of
”
“Shhhh, Shhhh,” Ryan said. “I’m serious, calm down. I was afraid you’d think I was some kind of male whore for doing what I was doing. The Batman thing is something I got into last year on a whim and kept with it because the money is just so damn good. Not to mention the fringe benefits. But seeing you at those shows were a couple of the most exciting moments of my life!”
I looked in his eyes. “I mean it,” he said. “Look, my whole life growing up, I was the kid with the hot mom. All my friends would come to the house just hoping to stare at your tits and ass, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did.”
“You?”
He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could you didn’t know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses I didn’t want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt
 I couldn’t hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure.”
“Ryan, please
”
“I’m not trying to embarrass you, Mom. You are a beautiful woman, and I wanted you as that woman. The second time when I saw you in that red fuck-me dress and you took your panties off I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and wow, my hot mom is not only doing a black girl, she shaves her pussy too! I almost came right then, and I knew you wanted me and I wanted you.”
He put his lips to mine and wiggled his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away.
“Ryan no, we can’t
”
“We already have! Mom, we can’t undo what’s already been done. We’re consenting adults here. It doesn’t make any difference if it’s once, twice, or fifty times.”
“Ryan, it’s incest. It’s not healthy
”
“Come on, Mom, get real. It’s not like I’m twelve years old and you’re damaging me for life. I don’t want us to make babies. I just want 
 I just want you.”
He kissed me again. I stiffened at first but then relented, and parted my lips to receive him. I recognized the kiss, I’d felt this kiss before, only now he didn’t wear a mask. It was a long kiss, a kiss between a man and a woman, not a mother and son. I thought to myself: I must be insane, I was going to let this happen.
I felt his hand move to my hard-nippled breast and it felt good, I didn’t try to stop him. My hand found its way to his hardened cock.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.
He took me to the bedroom. He was already shirtless and we rushed to disrobe the rest of the way. He kissed me again hard and then took a lipstick from the dresser and started smearing it on my lips. I finished the application. I knew what he wanted.
“Kiss me all over,” he said.
I finished the application and gave him what he wanted. I left a trail of sherry red lip prints from his neck to his nipples and southward to the tattoo near his handsome crotch. I licked the length of his cock and kissed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in. He moaned with pleasure.
Then he threw me on the bed and had his way. I learned the difference between fucking someone and someone really FUCKING ME. He fucked like a god. He was the farmer and I was his field. He dug me, he raked me, he plowed me, he planted me and he seeded me.
I sucked that beautiful cock. I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth but I got most. I sat on his face and he ate my hot tamale until I came. We fucked twice, and in between his mouth went crazy on my tits. He was rimming my ass when my cell phone rang. It was Gina but I didn’t pick up. She could leave a message while her brother’s sperm swam inside me.
I was lying on my back with a couple of pillows under my butt with Ryan’s head between my legs and as I was checking the phone his tongue plunged into my ass. I squealed and squeezed his tongue with my sphincter. As I checked my message his tongue stabbed me, reaching for the depths of my ass.
Ryan came up for air and said, “I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass.” He jumped up and went to the bathroom.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said. “That big fat thing will never fit in my skinny tight ass!”
“We’ll make it fit,” he said, returning with oil.
I checked my message while Ryan lubed his cock as well as its destination.
“That was Gina,” I said. “She’s coming over in about an hour. So hurry up lover boy!”
I don’t know how long it took, but we pushed and pushed. I massaged by clit into a frenzy and he had maybe half of his dick inside me when I came. He kept driving, a little at a time, and a few minutes later he let out a crocodile groan and I felt his hot load discharge, stream after stream. His tremors lessened to quivers and he was kissing my neck when we heard a loud knocking and the front door opened and Gina yelled, “Hello! Anybody home?”
Ryan was in me deep and nearly broke his dick off pulling out of me. “Oh shit!” I said, scrambling for my clothes.
“Coming, honey!” I called. “Be right there!”
I threw on a t-shirt and pulled on my pants. Ryan’s cum was dripping down my leg.
“Who’s shirt is this?” Gina called.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan whispered. He had taken his shirt off and dropped it on the way. We heard her rummaging around and then her footsteps barreling down the hall. He scrambled to get into his pants but it was too late.
We had left the bedroom door open and Gina was now standing there.
“Oh my god! Oh Jesus, don’t tell me!” she cried, her hands on her face. To Ryan she yelled, “You’re fucking Mom? You fucking bastard!” And to me, louder: “And you’re fucking my brother?”
There was no point in trying to lie, we were busted. “Honey
”
“Don’t ‘honey’ me, goddam it!” she yelled. “You tell me to come by and see you and this is what I find? You’re standing there with nipples the size of walnuts jabbing through your shirt and your hair looks like a tractor ran over it. And you! Pulling up your pants trying to hide your ten inch boner? Look at you: it looks like some ten dollar hooker walked across your body standing on her lips! This is fucking disgusting! What’s the matter with you, Batman, getting blowjobs from forty girls a night isn’t good enough for you so you turn your mother into your whore?” She sat on the bed and started crying.
Ryan walked over and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and said he was sorry.
“So, are you and Mom going to get married, start a family?” she babbled, sobbing.
“Gina, please
 We’re sorry.” There was another pause as she sniffled.
“This room smells like an elephant’s whore house,” she said.
That cracked the ice a little. We started chuckling, and then Gina did too.
Ryan and I started to explain. How I had happened to go to a Batman show and had “participated”. And how with all the excitement and noise and flashing strobe lights I hadn’t recognized him.
“She came with her girlfriend,” Ryan said.
“Girlfriend?” she replied with disbelief.
“Yeah. Foxy black chick.”
“Ronni? You’re fucking Ronni too? Damn, you’ve been busy.” Then she asked, “So, what about today?”
“My fault,” Ryan said. “Won’t happen again. Mom was so upset and felt so bad when she found out I was Batman that I tried to console her. I hugged her
kissed her
one thing led to another. I’m sorry.”
She wiped her eyes and blew her nose into a tissue. “Was she good?”
“Gina, please
” Ryan said.
“Is she better than me?” I thought she was going to start crying again, but she didn’t. She looked at Ryan and said softly, “I miss you.”
They hugged each other and Ryan said he missed her too. They kissed. Then Gina looked at the confused expression on my face.
“Whose lips do you think are tattooed down there?” she asked me, touching Ryan at the exact spot.
A third bomb had just been dropped.
They told me their story. They had begun having sex with each other when they were in high school. They’d always been close but bonded even more after the divorce. It started slowly when one of her friends said she liked Ryan and was going to fuck him. The next week it happened and Gina secretly watched, and was amazed and jealous. Jealous of her friend and amazed at his cock. She started flirting with him. When he turned sixteen she gave him a blowjob as a birthday present. Three days later he went for his driver’s test and she promised him another one if he passed. He passed his test and she blew him in the basement while I was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She said the meatloaf tasted like Ryan’s cum that night. But the third time is what kicked it into high gear.
She gave him a coupon. This part was inspired by me she said, as I was a coupon clipper. She wrote it by hand and gave it to him. It was written on notebook paper and read:
FREE MASSAGE. This coupon entitles Ryan to a free full body massage from Gina. NSA.
When Ryan received it he laughed and put it in his pocket, but a couple days later he redeemed it. She told him to strip naked and lay face down on her bed. Gina oiled him and rubbed him up and down from head to toe, first his back, then his front, and it culminated with her going down on him until he came. Then she kissed him on the lips for the first time. After that Ryan took a paper out of the pocket of his jeans that were hanging on a chair and handed it to Gina. It was a coupon for a free massage from him. She redeemed it on the spot. She stripped and for the first time they were naked together. He ran his hands over her body, top to bottom and back to front and then he ate her pussy until she came. When Gina couldn’t stand it anymore she pulled his head to hers and they kissed deep and hard. Then she asked him to fuck her. So they fucked and became lovers.
They had sex often throughout high school, usually five or six days a week, even when they were dating others. According to them, they did it all, all the time, often right under my nose, and a few times were almost caught. When Ryan went to college she visited him a couple of weekends his first semester
I remembered this
and slept with him. When he came home for the Christmas holidays they fucked every single day, often multiple times. This went on after Gina went away to college until about a year ago when Ryan started the dancing and they became estranged. She couldn’t accept that. She was in love with him.
By the end of their story they were holding hands. Ryan said he was planning to quit the dancing soon anyway because he was graduating. He’d miss the money, but he’d missed Gina more.
We ordered a pizza and afterwards I asked them if they would like a drink or something. Gina said, “Mom, if you don’t mind, I think I really just want to go to bed.” They retired to the spare bedroom.
I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, then called Ronni. I didn’t tell her any of this, just said the kids were over and it had been a long day. The bed in the other bedroom was a squeaker, the headboard was a banger, and Gina was not quiet in the sack. I finally fell asleep listening to my son and daughter fucking up a storm on the other side of the wall.
—
In the morning I whipped up a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes and sausage and then went to their bedroom door. I heard lips and skin slapping and quiet groans. I knocked on the door and told them breakfast was on table. They found their way to the kitchen, both with wet, disheveled hair, and devoured the food. Then they told me they were leaving. Together.
They were in love. Their plan was to move away together to somewhere no one knew them. He graduated a few weeks later and they stopped over before they left town to say goodbye. Ryan’s truck was loaded and Gina was going to leave her car in my garage until they were settled and could arrange to come get it.
“Well, Mom,” Gina said, “Thank you for everything. Sorry for what we put you through, and sorry if I called you some nasty names
”
“Honey,” I said, “That’s all behind us. Let’s just say you have good taste in men and leave it at that.” I winked at Ryan.
“Well, I think we both do,” she said. She looked at Ryan. “Let’s show her, Baby.” She went to Ryan and began unfastening his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We want to show you something.”
She pulled Ryan’s pants down to his knees. Underneath he wore a skimpy black thong chock full of his talented custard launcher. I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had seen it flaccid. Then Gina moved his meat aside and pointed to a second tattoo right next to the original.
“It’s your lips!” Gina said. “I took a picture of him with your lip prints all over him and we had a tattoo made. Cool, huh?”
“It was her idea,” Ryan said.
“Is it real?” I asked.
“Of course it’s real. Go ahead, you can touch it. It doesn’t come off.”
I touched it, rubbed it a little. It was real. Ryan pulled up his pants.
Gina continued, “And I told him, if he ever decides he wants to fuck another woman the only one he can fuck is you! But only if I can watch.” Then she took out a lipstick and rubbed it over her lips.
She stepped toward me and kissed me on the cheek, grinding her lips into my skin. Then she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue slipping into mine. I have to admit I felt a slight tingle between my legs.
Then we said our goodbyes and as they were leaving she said that I should come visit them for the Christmas holidays. I said maybe, and to let me know when they found a place.
After they left I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at Gina’s lips on my cheek. I decided to leave it on there for a while.
I fixed a drink and sat on the patio and waited for Ronni to come over. I thought about what Gina had said, about watching us, and about visiting them for Christmas. She hadn’t mentioned the sleeping arrangements. But the way she kissed me, could it be wants to watch us, or maybe she wants a three-way under the tree?
But then, Ronni had mentioned her son Darrell would be coming home for a week or so at Christmas. Maybe it would be fun to experiment with a young black man. He’s only nineteen but he plays college basketball, he must be pretty good putting it in the hole.
Ronni arrived and exclaimed, “Who’s been kissin’ you besides me, girl? You cheatin’ on me?”
I’d forgotten about the lips. I laughed and told her it was my daughter.
“Your daughter? You kiddin’ me? Where else did she kiss you?”
I told her to fix a drink I had a story for her. I didn’t plan on it, but I told her everything. When I was finished I asked her what she thought.
“Well, girl, there’re two things I think. Number one, I think you ought to write this story down. It’s too fucking out there to ever get published, but you ought to at least send it in to one of those sex story websites. A lotta folks will get off of that one!”
“What’s number two?”
“Number two, I think you and me need to grab ourselves a couple lipsticks and get our naked asses into bed.”
We put on our lipstick and kissed each other all over our bodies, put in on again, kissed, again
 Our bodies were literally covered with lips. We took a few pictures just for fun. We looked like vanilla fudge with hundreds of cherries on top. By then we were aching for it and the anaconda came to life and I rode the black snake.
Ronni treated me to a Chocolate Shake.
END

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