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Broken Birds, Part 13, Beloved

Part 13
Beloved
Michael watched the effect of Alice’s words. His women moved as if in a synchronized ballet.
Shoshana and Rafaela, who had never been in a “Harem Night” were fascinated. Beth who had been at the foot of the bed, waved Shoshana over.
“Shosh, I think you may like this position. I’ll join Rafaela.”
Rachael and Lynn helped Alice to straddle Michael’s formidable cock. Lynne gently applied warming lube to Alice’s opening, even though Alice and Michael’s cock were already very wet. They positioned her facing Michael’s feet and then let nature take its course.
She slowly descended on his cock. It felt huge! She stopped several times, feeling hands on her body, but concentrating on getting his shaft inside her. Finally she was sitting on his pelvis.
Rachael and Lynne helped her to lean back without hurting her sore legs. When her back rested on Michael’s chest, his steely arm encircled her waist.
“Now, enjoy.” He whispered into her ear.
Michael’s cock pressed against the top of her pussy directly beneath her pelvic bone. Every movement he made caused his cock to caress that soft, sensitive tissue, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Two sucking ravenous mouths covered her sensitive aureoles.
Alice moaned and then gasped as Shoshana’s sharp tongue reached her clit. Shoshana’s tongue descended again, caressing Alice’s inner lips distended around Michael’s cock. Her tongue danced back down to Michael’s balls, up his shaft back to her clit.
“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” Alice screamed.
Michael restrained her for a split second, giving Lynn and Rachael time to pull back, then allowed Alice to sit bolt upright, his cock buried deep in her pussy. Alice pushed Shoshana back, mumbling, “Too much.”
Except for Shoshana, each woman took her turn and still Michael did not cum.
Finally, it was time. Alice lay on her back and welcomed him into her. He started slow.
“Fuck me, Lover. I’m all yours.”
As his pelvis rubbed her clit, she began to climb her climax. She mirrored his rhythm. He looked into her trusting, needy eyes.
“Cum in me….”
He was very close, but needed her to climax first. He needed her to know he would wait for her.
Rafaela understood and bit her lip willing Michael to wait.
Finally Alice began to swing her head back and forth, screaming out Michael’s name. Her legs snapped around him, pulling him deeper, lubricant leaking from her stretched pussy.
AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Alice screamed incoherently as she climaxed.
The fluttering walls of her pussy caused Michael’s ejaculation, a flood of semen and sperm, deep in side her.
Five women watched in awe.
“I want that,” Shoshana whispered to Lynne, “Kiddo, was it like that for you?”
Lynne shook her head, “Better.”
They cleaned up and dressed for dinner, Rafaela discretely ordering the bed be changed.
Seated at the dinner table, a light dinner before them, Alice tapped her champagne glass with her knife and rose for a toast.
“To Michael.”
They all drank.
As she was sitting down, she paused, “Oh, did I forget to tell you I can have babies and I’m not on any birth control?”
Beth threw her cloth napkin at her.
“But I hope I’m not pregnant yet,” looking at Michael, “I kind of like baby making.” She held up her right hand, slipped off the commitment ring and put it on her left hand.
Everyone clapped.
Michael looked at Shoshana with love in his eyes.
Shoshana fidgeted as Lynne helped her shave, lovingly caressing her upper thigh. Michael had taken a side bedroom for tonight. Tonight was Shoshana’s. Each of the other women envied her a little, but each wanted her night to be filled with wonder and pleasure. While Beth and Rafaela had become the de facto leaders, Shoshana was their heart and soul. A stunning beauty, with a kind, strong heart.
Alice, their doctor and sister, understood that Shoshana would never fully recover, but she suspected that loving Michael had filled her life. A child would be great, but after her abuse, it was just too dangerous. Perhaps Lynne would be a surrogate. She had offered, but Alice had other thoughts.
Michael gently knocked on the master bedroom door, “I’ll be in the other room.”
Inside, Beth nodded and sent Alice to the bathroom to get Shoshana.
Michael had on a bathrobe as he sat, sipping a glass of champagne in the candlelit room when Shoshana knocked. Michael tabled the flute on the bedside table and opened the door.
Before him stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Dressed in a gossamer thin robe, her flowing black hair below her shoulders, warm brown eyes filled with passion.
He took her delicate hand and led her inside. He noticed Lynne hiding in the corner of the living room. She gave him a thumbs up sign. She covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
Michael closed the door.
Shoshana stood in front of him, waiting.
He lifted her chin so he could look into her soul. Her arms circled his neck. Their lips met with a passion that felt like liquid fire. Their bodies molded together, Shoshana squirming urgently against his hard cock. She pulled back, “Please,” a plea and demand. Her hand untied his robe while his hand released hers. Her arms went around his neck. He reached behind her legs and lifted her He placed her on the bed and followed to lay beside her.
“My love, I have never seen anyone as beautiful,” he said truthfully, still stunned.
“Michael, make this night a dream. I want to tell our children…”
He gently caressed her neck, behind her ears with the tips of his fingers. She shivered sensuously. He stroked her shoulders softly, while placing soft, butterfly kisses along the side of her neck, his tongue darting to give a light lick, tasting her skin. His fingers created a light “piano touch” across her upper chest. It felt strange and exotic.
Her eyes were open but unfocused. She was lost in a well of pleasure and her private dreams. His mouth followed his magical fingers. Instead of heading directly for her breasts and their hard, elongated nipples, he caressed the back of her arms.
She moaned.
Now Michael understood. Shoshana needed someone to return all the love she had given others. She needed to receive, not give. It wasn’t about pleasure or technique. It was about love. Alice had suspected as much.
Michael spent a very long time caressing and kissing her. He turned her over and did the same to her shoulders, back, legs and feet.
He turned her face up and kissed her softly, but she just murmured her need. She was floating in a sea of protective love.
His mouth reached for her left nipple and sucked gently. A sexual moan. The trance broken, but with pleasure. He sucked harder and flogged it with his tongue. A delighted squeal. He moved to the other breast and repeated his assault. Her breathing became ragged.
His hands remained on her breasts, kneading, teasing, and pleasuring her. His mouth descended, butterfly kisses to her belly, a tongue flicking over her naval ring, into her belly button, then moved lower.
He shifted, lifted her leg and found himself staring at her naked pussy with a shiny clit ring.
She was incredibly wet. He blew warm air on the leaking slit, but kissed her left inner thigh, dragging his tongue along its toned interior. He repeated with the right, but brought his tongue closer to her womanhood. Then back to the left, teasing her unmercifully. Finally, she grabbed his head and pulled him to her pussy.
Michael knew he could not compete with Alice or Rafaela in pleasuring a woman, but this was about loving.
He pointed his tongue and slowly licked from her puckered starfish to her clit, parting her inner lips while tasting her juice. He stopped just short of her clit ring. He remembered to be very careful in spreading her pussy lips.
She started to scream her pleasure as his lips grazed her clit. He gently inserted two fingers in her pussy, palm up.
She began thrashing, making it difficult to keep his tongue in place. He flicked the clit ring with his tongue and curled his fingers to reach her g spot.
She exploded in a shattering climax screaming “Michael” over and over.
Michael had no experience with the violence of her orgasm. She jammed his face against her pussy, locking her legs to keep him against her. He darted his tongue into her pussy. She bucked wildly. He flicked the clit ring. She shrieked, her body contorted in spasms. He lubed a finger on his left hand and began to caress her starfish. She screamed his name again and impaled herself on the finger.
Then she went limp. Sensory overload.
Alice had told him that what happened after was more important for Shoshana than the actual lovemaking.
Shoshana slowly came back to reality. She felt safe and loved in a way she’d never experienced. She was lying with her cheek on his chest, his arm around her back. She looked up into the most loving eyes she had ever known. He was sipping some champagne. He put his glass down so he could caress her cheek.
“I love you Shoshana.” He said softly.
Unknowingly, his words opened the door to her private hell.
Her eyes began to tear, her face contort. It wasn’t crying. It was the scream of an anguished soul, spewing her pain, anger and humiliation into the night. She screamed. “Bastards” over and over again.
The door opened and Alice stuck her head in. Seeing Michael holding Shoshana, she hesitated. Michael motioned her in. She shook her head, knowing that Shoshana would share her pain only with him. As hard as it was on Michael, he was her answer.
Alice went back to the others.
“Whatever he did, Michael got her to finally open up and let out her pain. She’s in there crying now. Michael and I talked about what to do. Dear God, she’s been through such hell.”
Beth said softly, “Dad will get her through it. He got me through mine.” Beth began crying. Soon, all five women were weeping.
Several hours later, Alice checked on them. She listened at the door and realized that Shoshana was talking to Michael.
She ran back to the master bedroom. “I can’t believe it! She’s talking with Michael.” She looked at Beth. “He’s one hell of a man.”
The four other women nodded.
She told him of her pain, degradation, humiliation and finally her submission over several harrowing hours.
Michael knew she had to get it out, but she remembered the most intimate details making Michael’s anger grow. She let it all out. Her initial rape by her father and brother. Being sold to her brother’s friends. Each mutilation. She remembered everything in vivid detail.
Finally, as the sun started to lighten the blinds, she looked at him.
“I’m ready. Make me a woman.”
Michael sent thanks heavenward for the little blue pill.
He began to again caress her, slowly bringing her to readiness, but she was impatient. “I want you inside me!” trying to push him back. He’d been told to be gentle and to avoid violent penetration, so he resisted.
“I want my lips on yours when I enter you,”
She relaxed and he levered himself above her. She was still incredibly wet as she guided him into her. He moved slowly, controlling her impatience. Finally he felt his balls at her ass.
“God, I’m so full.”
He began to roll his hips. She copied him. Several slow, long strokes followed by more side-to-side movement.
Her face showed her frustration.
He put his arm around her waist, his other hand pushing her leg down and flipped so he was on the bottom.
“Now you’re in control.”
Her eyes flashed with lust.
She began doing a dance on his cock, eyes closed, her arms raised above her head. His hands found her nipples and he twisted them hard. She wailed her delight. Again and she started her climax. His hands flew to her clit, one thumb rubbing right, one left.
Her eyes snapped open. She leaned forward as though punched in the stomach, her hands on Michael’s chest to break her fall. He thrust up, into her, hard again and again as his climax washed over him.
She lay on his chest and opened her eyes with difficulty, “I love you Michael.”
She was already asleep when he replied.
A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time it was Lynne. Michael waved her in. She entered silently. Michael was spooning Shoshana. He had Lynne take his place. He needed to talk to Alice.
Alice was in the living room with Rachael and Rafaela.
Michael looked like hell, but he didn’t care. Alice understood. She ran to him.
“I wanted to tell you everything before I forgot.” He went on to tell her about the pain, rape, sodomy and forced bestiality.
When he finished, he turned to leave. She reached and touched his arm. He turned. Without words, Alice kissed him gently. “Get back to bed and stay with her.”
He nodded and silently reentered his room.
He changed places with Lynne. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
“I guess I wore you out,” she said with genuine laughter in her voice.
Shoshana smiled down on him. He searched her eyes and found only happiness.
“Come on, get up! It’s past noon!”
Smiling, he started to get up.
“Shosh, I love you.”
“And I you, husband.”
He dragged himself to lunch, ravenous and exhausted. Shoshana, though, seemed refreshed and at peace.
A family lunch.
Shoshana called for silence as she stood. She showed her right hand and slowly removed her ring. Michael moved to her side, took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger.
Clapping and hoots of approval.
Shoshana drank in their approval and love.
As lunch ended, Shoshana asked Alice if they could talk. She looked at Michael for approval. Michael nodded and smiled.
Michael napped for several hours.
He awoke alone in darkness and quiet. A moment of terror jolted through him. He grabbed a robe and burst into the living room.
His women looked up, startled. Only Beth knew that look.
After a moment, he said, “Please don’t ever let me wake up alone again like that. I thought I had lost all of you!”
Beth came to him, leading him back to the bedroom, feeling him trembling. “I’ll make sure, Dad.” She alone knew the violence of his nightmares. She motioned Shoshana to come with them.
Shoshana stayed with Michael.
When Beth returned to the living room, she confronted their questioning looks. Beth understood their looks.
“Dad was a SEAL when I was born. He was a good one. The guys protecting us are part of a company owned by one of his old team members.” Beth paused, “Dad’s call sign was “Terminator” if that tells you anything. He quit. He HATES violence,” she looked at Rafaela, “he would never kill again unless his family was threatened.”
“The bastards that raped me live in fear. I don’t know what will happen, but my uncles will be sure they NEVER do anything to a girl again.”
“But Dad has nightmares. He did things that he has trouble with. Have you ever really looked at his scars? He’s got scars from being shot, from shrapnel and knives.
“Look, he needs us. Someone stays with him. Always. Deal?”
Four determined women nodded.
“You mean he’s kinda Jason Bourne?” Lynne asked seriously.
“A real Jason Bourne with a big dick and real nightmares.”

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Mistaken Indemnity

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A chance at a new sex life; Part 5

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 2

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Confessions of a Cock Slut: Craving for Dog Meat cont`d

I hadn’t yet told my husband Tom about my dog sex fantasies. While quite sexually adventurous and very willing to share me with his friends, he had never mentioned any interest in bestiality, and it being so taboo I was hesitant to bring it up myself. Later in the week, extremely horny with thoughts of the sexy young couple and me fucking them and their dog, I took another casual walk and rang the doorbell at Paul and Rachel’s house when I didn’t see either of them outside in the yard. Nobody answered for several moments, so I figured I was out of luck when suddenly I heard the door being unlocked from inside.
Rachel smiled at me, clad in nothing but a short, light blue satin robe, tied loosely around her curvy hips. Enthusiastically, she pulled me inside. Her perky breasts heaved out of the garment, nipples barely concealed. She looked breathlessly well-fucked, her long, dark hair messy around her shoulders. My heart fluttered as she passionately kissed me her warm greeting. I embraced her petite body and returned her kiss, hands squeezing her shapely hips and ass. My hands traveled down to her thighs, and she parted her legs a little for me. I licked my lips when I felt sticky wetness on the inside of her thigh, and thought how Paul had probably just cum inside her.
“Rachel, you sucked Paul’s cum out of my pussy, let me do the same for you…” I said. She smiled widely and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. Paul was naked on the bed, his spent cock limp against his thigh. He smiled and greeted me warmly. There was a paused video on the bedroom TV. Wordlessly, Rachel laid down next to her husband on the king sized bed and spread her legs for me. I could see cum oozing from her wet hole. She was smooth except for a thin strip of dark hair above her cunt lips.
Getting on my knees on the bed, I bent down and teased her clit with my tongue while locking eyes with her passionately. I licked the hard nub with my tongue, first kissing it gently and then starting to suck it, then rubbing my tongue all over it and her pussy slit. Her moans got louder the more intensely I licked her. I parted her slit with my lips and probed her hole with my tongue, making her shiver and cry out. She reached down and stretched her cunt lips for my tongue to reach further inside of her, and I eagerly licked the salty juices from her cunt. Paul was French kissing her and rubbing her breasts, her robe having become untied to expose her perfect tits and flat, tan stomach.
I held her green eyes with a heated gaze as I began inserting my fingers into her juicy hole and licked her clit hard. Her husband was gently biting on her nipples and she was moaning louder now. I licked deep up into her hole, rewarded by the taste of her husband’s sperm on my tongue. She began grinding her pussy mound into my face and I started penetrating her harder with my fingers. Paul continued biting her breasts and neck, and she soon cried out that she was cumming. She came hard, more of her juices leaking out around my fingers. I eagerly lapped her up.
“Damn, that was great, let me return the favor, Marissa!” said Rachel. Since I was wearing a dress and no panties, I pulled the dress up over my head, unclasped my lacy bra, and sat on her face, tossing my long, strawberry blond hair over my shoulder, and we began a sexy sixty-nine, devouring each other’s hot pussies. Her fingers slipped inside me and she probed my wet cunt and clit enthusiastically with her tongue. I pulled on my hardening nipples while she sucked voraciously on my pussy. Paul was stroking his cock at the sight of me and his wife eating each other out. While I was on top of his wife, her face buried in my cunt, licking from my clit to puckered asshole, he lifted his fat, uncut cock to my face. Right before he did so, he picked up the remote and hit the Play button for the VCR to resume the video that had been playing.
My heart skipped a beat as my lips encircled Paul’s sexy meat and I realized what kind of video they were watching. It was a sex video. It was filmed in their living room, and there was Rachel, masked and on all fours on the floor, their huge German Shepherd plowing into her cunt from behind while she moaned loudly. The beast’s front legs were clasped tightly around her waist while it mercilessly slammed into her. My pussy dripped onto Rachel’s face, and I began alternating between sucking her husband’s cock and eating her cunt while she finger fucked and licked me.
I couldn’t take my eyes from the video playing on the TV. Bowser’s intense, jackhammer pounding went on for several minutes, dragging Rachel around the living room with his powerful fucking. I grinded my pussy into Rachel’s face and came hard, wanting badly to start experimenting with some dog cock in my own twat. Paul bent over and helped me eat out Rachel’s cunt, bringing her to orgasm yet again.
Still perched on Rachel’s face, I was infatuated by the video and highly aroused. I watched Bowser finally go still inside his human bitch, big balls swinging to a stop. When the animal was still and knotted to Rachel, the person filming, Paul I figured, zoomed in on Rachel’s stuffed pussy. It was overflowing with dog cum; I could see it dripping out of her and on to the floor. Her pussy lips were glistening with fuck juices.
In the video she was moaning, “Oh shit, his knot, oh God, it’s so huge, it’s growing bigger and bigger, feels like a fucking baseball in my cunt! He made me cum so fucking hard twice with his knot pressed up against my clit. His cock grew so huge inside me, fuck, it’s way up in my womb. He shoved it in so good and deep, now his knot is stuck, plugging that cock and sperm up in me, ooh I love it! I hope I’m not tied to him for too much longer, I’m sore from his huge cock and knot making me cum so many times– last time he was knotted to my ass for a half hour! Fuck, there is hot cum gushing all around inside me, it feels so fucking good. I love how it feels like gallons of cum inside me, I love the knot in me to plug it all in my pussy. And I never know how long I’m gonna be stuck to him for, down on my hands and knees like a bitch, fuck I love it! Ohhh! I even love feeling his balls smacking against my ass. His knot makes me feel so stuffed, oh, God, I think I’m gonna cum again!”
The homemade sex movie was so hot, I was aching to get my own pussy stuffed. I was so transfixed by the juices oozing from Rachel’s onscreen cunt that I barely noticed Paul stuff his dick into his wife’s pussy in reality, even though her pussy was right in my face as I was still on top of her in the sixty-nine position. When I realized he was fucking her right in front of me, I licked her clit while Paul penetrated her hole, which made her cry out and moan loudly. Paul pulled out of her cunt every few moments for me to suck on his slick cock before stuffing it back inside his wife’s engorged cunt. Watching Rachel knotted in the video, I rode her delicious mouth to orgasm again and pulled on my nipples– I’m sure my pussy juices were running all over her face.
In the video, I could see Paul coming up behind his wife, jacking an obviously hard dick as he watched his wife tied to the big dog. The dog was panting hard, wrapped tight to Rachel, his huge, furry body covering most of her back. Paul’s dick was so hard in the video, the cock head was shiny and almost purple. I watched as he raised his extremely hard prick to her lips and she sucked him off for a few moments while still knotted to the dog. After several minutes, the dog finally pulled out of her, his long, pink prick and huge, purple knot unplugging copious amounts of sperm from her cunt. Then I could see Paul walk behind her and stick his hard dick inside of her asshole, fucking her ass hard in the video while dog cum leaked from her pulsating cunt down her leg and on to the floor.
Paul, in the video, unleashed his sperm deep inside her asshole while the dog scampered away, done licking its prick. In front of me, presently, Paul was about to flood her womb with his sperm. From my front row seat, I saw him slam his cock inside of her a final time and then grunt as he went still, cumming in her and then pulling his throbbing cock from her sopping cunt. When he pulled out I licked his cock clean and then again licked his cum from her pussy, my tongue penetrating deep inside her to get every last drop. Paul switched off the TV and left the room to clean himself up.
“Fuck, Rachel, that video is so hot,” I said to her when we finally got up of the bed, sweaty and breathless.
“Oh, I’m glad you liked it,” she said to me with a smile. “We’ve made tons of videos with Bowser… He’s one horny dog, as you can tell,” she laughed.
“Yes, I love watching you fuck him…” I said, still dazed from all my orgasms.
“That dog is a great fuck, for sure– even my 15yr old niece likes to fuck him nowadays! One night, back when she was a pre-teen, I caught her letting the dog eat her out. It was hot, and I told her she could play around with the dog whenever she wanted. After years of him eating her snatch, she started fucking him and got hooked, she hasn’t even fucked a boy yet!” laughed Rachel. “She comes to visit several times of month– we look forward to seeing her soon, probably this weekend.” I shuddered at the thought of the powerful dog fucking a young girl.
Just then I heard the jingling of a dog collar, and Paul came back into the room with Bowser trailing along behind him. My pussy tingled at just the sight of the big, strong, handsome animal. He came up to me and sniffed at my naked cunt, making my heart pound hard. Rachel and I had yet to put any clothes on, and Paul looked comfortable in his boxer shorts. I rubbed the big dog’s head and he panted happily at me as I sat on the bed.
“Go ahead, Marissa. Lie back and let him eat you out! He’s great at it, believe me!” said Rachel. My heart pounded harder with the thought of the huge dog devouring my cunt. I was nervous, but highly aroused. I didn’t want the beast to just eat me out, I wanted him to pound my pussy. It had long been a fantasy of mine that would hopefully soon come to reality…
Paul sat down on a chair near the bed and Rachel sat in his lap, both of them watching me intently. I swallowed hard and kept petting the big dog. I wasn’t that tall, a little over 5ft, and felt nervous but also thrilled at being overpowered by the beast.
“Don’t worry, Marissa, I hear Bowser’s great at cunnilingus,” grinned Paul. My cunt was wet from having cum so many times on Rachel’s pretty face. I spread my legs a little while sitting on the bed, and Bowser took the opportunity to stuff his nose into my crotch. The coldness of his nose shocked me and instantly my nipples hardened and I moaned quietly. It had been years since my own childhood dog had eaten me out. Once in between my legs, the dog focused his attention on my moist cunt, driving me wild with desire. His heavy breath on my sensitive mound made my skin break out all over in goosebumps, nipples hardening like diamonds. He sniffed at my dripping pussy again and with one long swipe of his tongue covered me from asshole to clit with his saliva. I moaned loudly, succumbing to the beast already.
I fondled my firm breasts and squeezed my hard nipples while Bowser’s tongue licked my cunt lips, teasing me. Stretching my pussy lips for him, he took the opportunity to stretch his long tongue out to lick deep inside my moist hole and I moaned louder. All thoughts aside from fucking the dog vanished from my mind. He licked my clit, my asshole, my cunt lips, my thighs, my pubic mound, my lower belly, my ass cheeks… The feelings going through me were electric, I was so aroused. Rachel and Paul cheered on the dog to eat me out with all its might.
The beast’s tongue was making me so wet and slippery, I longed for penetration. I moaned out as the dog’s tongue covered my entire slit again and again, and I pinched my nipples hard, gasping with pleasure. Suddenly the dog started focusing its attention right near my clit, sending me over the edge, whimpering and grinding my cunt hard against the probing beast as I screamed and orgasmed hard in its face.
Rachel stripped out of her silky blue robe and walked over to pet Bowser while I calmed down from the incredibly intense orgasm which had made me lightheaded. I noticed her rubbing near his sheath, and after several moments I could see the dog’s pink prick head starting to poke out. Her ample breasts bounced while she sexually stimulated the beast. While standing before him, she let the big dog lick up at her cunt, coating her little patch of dark pubic hair down to her asshole with its saliva as she cried out in pleasure. She bent down and started stroking and then licking the tip of her tongue out at the emerging pink cock. We could see her wet, engorged pussy lips shimmering in the light, ready for a good fucking. The dog became excited, panting more heavily, and started jumping up at Rachel playfully.
She giggled and patted his head, then got down on all fours on the bedroom floor. I watched from the bed, nearly delirious with lust, as the large animal began humping around the petite, sexy, naked brunette. Paul got up, a big bulge forming in his shorts, and walked over to his wife, who was in position to be fucked by the dog. I was going to see a woman get screwed by a huge dog, right in front of my eyes– I started rubbing my pussy with excitement. Rachel wiggled her firm ass in the air to taunt the dog, whose hard, shiny, pink prick had extended a few more inches. Bowser stuck his head in between her ass cheeks and licked her ass crack and asshole while she squirmed and squealed.
The big dog backed away and then jumped up on Rachel’s back again. Paul came up and put some socks on the dog’s front paws so Rachel wouldn’t get too clawed up by the dog while getting pounded After fruitlessly humping its extending prick around Rachel’s ass cheeks and thighs, Paul helped the beast get into a better position to fuck his wife. The dog clasped its front legs around Rachel’s nude waist tightly and rested his head on her back as he humped his prick near her waiting genitals, making her moan with lust. Paul guided the dog dick to her cunt, and the dog needed no further encouragement. He rammed his hips forward into her forcefully, his prick head successfully pushing into her wet cunt, and began pounding her hard while holding her close. She cried out at the animal’s powerful thrusting, its cock having reached its destination inside her slippery pussy walls.
The beast began fucking her at a manic pace, faster than any human could possibly fuck. Rachel moaned constantly as she was being powerfully penetrated. Her pussy was making delightfully obscene squelching noises around the dog’s expanding cock. Bowser’s balls were a wild swinging blur as he fucked his bitch as hard as he could. I simultaneously wondered if I could take such a fucking and yet craved it badly. The dog pounded into her so forcefully he was beginning to push her around on the carpet. I rubbed my pussy while Rachel was getting fucked by the dog, wishing I was in her place. Paul came up behind me, his prick now hard again, and I got on my hands and knees in front of him. He placed his cock at my wet pussy and fucked me doggy style so we could watch his wife literally getting fucked doggy style on the floor below us.
Paul slammed into me hard and grabbed hold of my tits, obviously turned on as much as I was by the dog sex. We both moaned with pleasure and watched as Rachel was pounded on the floor by the animal. Bowser’s frenetic pace had not yet let up; he was slamming into her mercilessly. Rachel was screaming in delight as she was dominated like a bitch by the huge German Shepherd, her tits swinging wildly.
“Ah, fuck, he’s trying to get the knot in me now, yes, yes, yes!” cried Rachel. “Oh God, it feels so good when he rubs his hard knot on my clit, fuck I’m gonna cum… his prick is so hard and deep inside me, shit, I can practically feel it in my stomach!” and with that she let out a long wail as she climaxed hard on the dog prick. “Yes, oh yes, he’s cumming in me now! Fuck, here comes the knot, oh, ohhhhhhh yeah fuck me like a bitch! Oh God, so much cum, God he’s cumming up in my womb, his knot is GROWING, ahhhhhhhh ohhhhhh, he’s sealing all his cum inside me, oh I love it, I love all the cum!!”
I was longing for a thorough dog fucking like Rachel was getting, but her husband Paul was doing his best to fuck me like a stallion while we watched his wife knotting the big dog. Paul’s balls slammed into my ass as he pounded me hard from behind. I reached down and rubbed my cunt while Paul rammed into me again and again, kissing my back and neck.
Down on the floor the dog became still, knotted securely to his human bitch. It was so hot watching the cum leak from around Rachel’s knotted cunt down the back of her thighs and on to the floor. Globs of cum were oozing out of her as she weakly grinded back at the beast. She was still moaning, though quieter now, as Bowser panted happily on her back.
Paul didn’t let up his fast pace as he enthusiastically fucked me. He began slapping my ass with his strong hands while thrusting his meat into my juicy cunt. His balls bounced off of my ass, and his cock felt great as it reached deep down into my pussy hole and out and back in again. I couldn’t help but cum on Paul’s thick dick as he thrust hard inside me and spanked my reddening ass cheeks. The dog turned his head, his knot securely stuck in his human fuck toy, and was now watching Paul and me fucking on the bed. Rachel collapsed under the beast, surely tired from getting pounded, and the dog turned around so he was ass to ass with her, trying to free himself. Paul and I were sweaty and breathless as we fucked, inspired by Bowser’s intense pounding. Looking down at his sexy naked wife, sprawled out and knotted to the powerful German Shepherd, Paul slammed into me once more and groaned, unleashing his sperm inside my waiting womb. He gasped, his fat cock throbbing as his cum spurted inside me, and we both stared down at Rachel and the dog.
Bowser tried to pull away from his bitch, but the knot still locked them in place. He was whining now, panting hard. His balls swung at Rachel’s ass as he struggled. A dog cum puddle had formed on the carpet between them. Rachel weakly got on her hands and knees again, and Bowser again struggled to break free. The two fuck partners were obscenely tied together. After a few more attempts, Bowser again pushed away from Rachel and was able to successfully pull his knot and cock out, making her scream as he did so. Cum poured out of Rachel’s ravished cunt. She was sweaty, looking so sexy with her thighs covered in the dog’s juices. The dog’s shiny dripping cock was sexy, too. Paul’s cock slipped out of me, his cum and my cunt juices running out of my pussy and down onto the bed. We looked at each other, each of us sweaty and breathless.
Rachel stayed on the floor for a few moments to catch her own breath, dog cum leaking out of her vagina. Bowser licked his 8” prick, now free from his human bitch, then started licking his cum out of Rachel’s cunt. The sex had been intense, and we were all quiet as we basked in the glow of our orgasms. Paul helped his wife up, and she rose unsteadily to her feet, inner thighs soaked with cum. Her poor knees were red with carpet burn. I got up and kissed her tender thighs and gently kissed her knees. She moaned weakly and ran her fingers through my blond hair.
“Next time I should wear my kneepads,” said Rachel softly, and we all laughed.
The sexy, satiated couple smiled at me, breathing more calmly now, and Rachel then said that they had to go pick their young son up from his grandparents’ house soon. I started to frown, knowing playtime was coming to an end, but she then suggested I come over in a few days and join the couple for dinner that weekend and maybe a sleepover. She suggested I bring my husband Tom over to play. My pulse quickened as I looked down at the big male German Shepherd who was licking his subsiding prick, making me lick my lips. Of course I couldn’t resist and eagerly accepted the invite. We enjoyed a nice, long, hot, sensual shower together before I left to return to my husband and daughter. But my pussy was already getting excited again as I thought about what kinds of extreme fun the upcoming weekend could bring!
To be continued…

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MILF – 3

…
I watched her walk up the walk-way toward the Hotel…she seemed nervous so I decided to meet her half way. A man meeting a woman half way, how un-male-like I thought…and smiled.
She didn’t see me at first so I said hello load enough for her to hear. It startled her…much to our mutual amusement.
“I’ll try again”, said:
“Hello Candice”.
“Hello”, she said, laughing at her nervousness.
We talked for maybe ten minutes outside about various things…one of which was the lovely flower-garden set between the walkways at this Hotel.
“Would you like to go inside”, I ask her.
“In a hurry are you”? She asked.
“No, I just thought I’d ask”, I said…Continuing I said—“would you prefer to sit outside for a bit and talk”?
“Yes”. She answered.
We sat outside continuing out discussion about gardening. I could see something was up so I ask her.
She told me her marriage was over and as of last week she’ a single woman. [She did not look happy to be single to me]
Looking away from me she continued;
How her husband had been having an affair for years with his secretary. That everyone knew and had conspired against her…hurting her most was the other casual fuckng he had done behind her back with her friends—all of them.
“As of this moment you are almost the only person I can trust…odd isn’t it”, she added.
I laughed. Inappropriately as it turned out…Candice’ face went pale…as if I’d just punched her in the stomach…, and what can only be described as disappointment made its appearance on her face. [Once again I error]
I stopped laughing:
“What’s wrong”?
“You’re laughing at me”, she replied.
“No…I’m laughing at the situation”. [That did nothing for my predicament]
“I think I’ll go Dave”.
“No…Stay…I’m sorry”, I said.
She looked at me with a forlorn look on her face. [Did I feel bad!]
“Common. Please stay, and let me try to recover from my poor judgement”.
She agreed, so we sat outside on a park bench…I gave her my best explanation…she accepted that along with my apology. [Lucky or what I thought to myself]
The tensions between us slowly abated and our normal comfort zone returned.
THE SITUATION:
About eight months back I was looking to buy something to live in …Candice is in real-estate and it just so happened I was driving by her office and popped in while she was there. She’ a -knockout so I was more than pleased to have her look after my interests.
—- I’d been married a few years before but my wife, ex, dumped me…basically my own fault.
I gained too much weight for her to deal with. In fairness she had given me plenty of time to get my shit together but I lost interest in-myself … MY father had died and my office job lent itself to an easy life style and a big gut. That was and I suppose still is my excuse for that period of my life.
Near the end of our marriage my mother got ill and I started spending allot of time over there…my brother and sister live out of town and probably are the happier for it. So my wife was alone with her fat slob of a husband always over at mommy’s…you get the picture.
My mother never saw my ex- therefore her guns were trained on me… daily barrages…fuck do mothers know where to shoot.
Your this, your that, lose weight, no wonder she lost interest in you, and on and on she’ go.
— I moved in with mom…she was sick for about two years. She was a real pain in the ass…, but I give her the credit for turning my life around.
By the last six months mom had worked me so hard I had lost 60 lbs…, or there bouts. Self preservation had me out walking, eventually some running, yard work…anything to get a break from her, without actually telling her-she was a pain in the ass. You get it; ‘MOM’.
I quit my office job and worked as a labourer, first in warehousing, then in construction.
Mom told me office work is for skirts; ‘get a man’s job you lazy bugger’, one of mom’ favourite words…beats the hell out some of the other things I have been called.
So between all that and pick-up sports I got into pretty good shape, best of my life…I even got a few dates with younger girls… I am past 30 and they were in their early 20’s. I had some good sex too, did I learn from those girls. Some young woman, wow!
Then one day mom died. I will always remember her saying each time I went out;
“If I die don’t use that as an excuse to you stay out past your curfew”. She’d laugh.
— ‘I love ya’ mom’, even if you’re not here I hear your words… and they stand me in good stead.
The— estate garnered us siblings about $150,000 each… the bro and sis took the money and ran…haven’t seen them since. Fucker’s anyway!
BACK TO CANDICE;
Like I said she’ in realty and was doing her job finding me a home. It took me about five months to find something I both liked and did not take all the money. Candice and I had several coffee’ together and a few drinks on a couple of evenings. We seem to get along.
I had a few dates during this period and was feeling very confident in myself… for one of the few times in my life. That fateful day came when it was sign the papers and take possession of the house.
I looked things over and noticed one small detail that was off. I pointed it out to her so we rescheduled for the following day. She would call me that evening to reschedule again… she did not say why but I assumed it was personnel… I knew from conversations with her that she was having some-trouble; I assumed with the husband. Difficult for me to believe from what I knew of Candice.
The rescheduling took me past the date I was to receive my furniture, Candice gave me permission to move in ahead of the possession date. It was the following Saturday before we sat down to finish up the paper-work.
She came over early ‘PM’. I had prepared a light lunch hoping she would stay; I was sad that this would be our last time together.
She said yes to the lunch… I think she picked up on my mood. She made herself comfortable and did not press the issue of signing the paperwork. Lunch took an hour plus.
I cleaned up when she went to the bathroom so the table was cleared and wiped clean when she came out. She seemed a little surprised.
I picked up the paper work and went thru it again…just making sure. Candice sat up-on the table with-her feet on the chair. No problem from my viewpoint. I have nice furniture and she made it look even better.
………………………….
Usually Candice dressed professionally. Business suit, heels, nylons…, usually black; a proper blouse or shirt, whatever chicks wear.
This day was a Saturday so she was casually dressed. Open toed heels, very fancy looking I thought. Deep ‘V’-d top, light brown in color… NO BRA! That got my attention; it looked like she had ‘C’ cup, and nice skin tone to boot. Hot damn…but I kept my cool. This was no small feat on this hot summer’s day.
Candice has blonde hair styled short, painted toe-nails and fingernails. You can tell she puts time into herself. All in all she is a babe and a very attractive one at that…
I am in over my depth with her that’s for sure, but you know guys, always hoping, lying, and scheming, whatever it takes to get a girl’s pants off.
Candice had a beautiful tan painted on her flawless skin…, and she wore these tights; white…, mid – calf in leg length and body hugging. It took some will power to not drool. I never realized how well put together she was.
…………………………..
Back to my kitchen table;
Candice sat up on it; bare feet with shoes off or partially off, toes touching the chair with heels up, ankles crossed…breathe taking to be sure… AND me reading the documents I am to sign.
SHE was a vision, demure as hell really, and yet so fuckng sexy this woman.
— I could blame her for what followed of course; it’s the male thing to do.
I had just finished reading the documents. AND with my recent successes with woman, and my off beat sense of humour all contributing, I said;
“Only one thing left to do before I sign Candice”.
She looked at me, and smiled;
“What’s that”?
“Bed”!
Her jaw dropped and her face turn so red I almost laughed… eventually did. I could not keep a straight face for the life of me.
When she saw me struggling to hide a grin she came to me and hit me.
“You buggar”, she said.
Then I laughed, I shrugged my shoulders and moved my hands apologetically; but I had to laugh. I could not help it. She hit me again and deservedly so.
Thru all this I enjoyed the feel of her soft punches to my chest. I wanted to hug her so badly but I couldn’t of course. Instead I went to the table, sitting down I signed the papers. I was quite thrilled with myself.
I stood handing her the documents, still quite pleased with myself. We talked for a few minutes about the house and home sales in general. I thanked her for her service and said;
“I hope we can meet again sometime for a coffee or beer”, that is how I worded it.
Candice smiled and headed for the door. My heart sank.
She stopped, turning she said;
“You seemed pretty confident when you asked me to go to bed”?
“Comfortable would be the operative word Candice; [pause] I knew you would never say yes”.
“—and if I did”!
“I would be in shock, and nervous would be the operative word”, I answered.
[Suddenly feeling my world turn not as it should, but as Candice willed it to turn]
Candice looked straight into mine eyes, not flinching;
“Yes”!
I know what I hoped she was saying but I wasn’t sure…she might be just having fun with me after my cockiness. Turnabout is fair play.
The look on her face told me the look on my face made all this teasing worth it, from her perspective. I tried to respond but my mouth was dry. [How quickly a mouth goes dry]
I must have looked like a Guppy as tried to talk or something because she burst out laughing. I smiled at her and retrieved a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Man was I thirsty.
“Be careful what you ask for Dave”. She said, still enjoying herself at my expense. [God I love her laugh]
I quenched my thirst…or maybe I kept drinking water until I could find my way back into the conversation with some dignity. In either case; that brings me to this day, Candice and I meeting at a Hotel.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
THE PARK BENCH;
— Candice and I sat in this little grassy area; very well manicure; it acted as a mini-park in front of the Hotel. A couple of benches, some flowers, two large trees were the main inhabitants of this park.
We talked casually as we sat in this little park. I noticed this fellow coming toward us; he nodded…, so I returned his nod. He turned taking a few steps stopping; looking up at the POLICE sign on the –K.L. Library building he reversed course, and with a shrug an meek smile acknowledging his navigational error he walked off going about his day.
“Do you know him”? Candice asked.
“NO”, I said…just being polite.
“You’re always polite Dave, I’ve noticed that”.
“I have my moments “, I said.
“Don’t we all…, can we go inside now”.
“Sure”.
“Dave, can I borrow our coat, I should have worn a bra”.
I gave her my coat.
“Hi-beams”, she said.
“Gotcha”! I said.
She took my arm and we entered the Hotel going to the room I’d rented. It was a nice room I’d made sure of that. She removed my coat but I could see she was cold. I had boughten a new robe made of some kind of heavy material; I liked the way it looked.
“I bought this robe especially for this occasion”, I said…“Would you like to wear it to get warm”.
“Yes…but I gotta pee first”.
“Shall I order something to eat”? She said yes and I ordered what she wanted.
When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing my robe and carry-ing her clothes. Neatly folded… I liked that about Candice, she was a neat and tidy person.
“It looks better on you than it ever would on me”, I said.
“Thanks’ ”! She said. Continuing…“Would you like a preview of what awaits you under the robe”?
“No”!
“No”…. she asked?
“If your as beautiful as I think you are I won’t be able to put two complete sentences together for the rest of the night”.
She laughed…tightening the belt. She looked at me;
“Dave… [Pause]…can you give a woman an orgasm orally”?
“I have Candice…, you know there are no guarantees “.
“With me it will be…can we do that first”?
“Sure”, I said… I was about to continue when there was a knock at the door and our light supper arrived.
W e sat at the table; this suite had one…and ate our light supper. Coffee and bottled water for beverages… Our conversation went directly to sex…and therein lays a tail unto its own.
CANDICE’ MARRIAGE:
……………………………. She’d married this guy from work; Phil. They hit it off straight away she thought. He as good looking, so divine…she went for him head over heels. Her saving grace, if you don’t mind the pun, was her religion. Candice is Catholic and would not sleep around before the ring was on her finger.
Candice talks:
— “the first six months and maybe a little more were great Dave. He was attentive, loving. All a girl could ask for.
— Then the questions began, sexually. Can we try this, can we try that. I seemed like every week he had anew thing he wanted to do…some of which grossed me out.
— Anal was a big one with him almost from the start… I said no every time; not my thing Dave.
‘She winked at me’. [She knows she has a fantastic ass; not like I would mention it]
— WE were very popular and were out all the time it seemed. I noticed after awhile that MY husband would disappear for stretches of time leaving me to fend for myself with other people… I trusted him so it was no big deal at the time, ‘Duh…dumb Dora here’”.
[Candice stops for a minute to drink some water…I am having coffee]
Continuing;
“I wanted a child; he did not…interfered with his life he said. Had I known this I probably would not have married him…, good Catholic girl. This discussion happened about ‘a-year and a-half’ into our marriage.
So we struck a bargain. He would give me a child and in return I would let him bum fuck me. He wanted Anal right away. I said no, not until after the baby. I will be out of commission sexually anyway so why not then. He agreed reluctantly.
—- To cut it short, I lost the baby after six weeks….‘I cannot have children Dave’.
—- To quote my ex-friend Alice… ‘Your a failed MILF Candice’. I had to have that explained to me”.
[We paused again for a few minutes while she went pee]
I wondered if she would want to continue. She was upset about the baby business.
She stuck her head out of the bathroom and asked if I would order some wine;
—-“I need a drink Dave”.
[It was already in the suite so I poured]
When she finally did return to the table I could see she had been cry-ing. I ask if she wanted to continue;
“Yes…you told me about your failed marriage, I want to tell you about mine. Lay our cards on the table … and hope it goes well for us”.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
That was the first time she indicated an interest in me beyond friendship.
She said after the loss of the baby the mean time of her marriage began. She said allot of very hurt-full things were said to her by her husband and she learned to fire back. It got very nasty at times.
Then the unexpected… Her husband received a promotion at work and needed his wife to be a good corporate wife.
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Candice continues;
…”I told him, ‘I would be a good wife if he would be a good husband’.
—-I was a Trophy Wife from this point on in my marriage Dave. I would get dolled up and look fantastic. Phil would get loads of complements about his pretty wife. AND of course I would get some looks and hit-on occasionally. I played it well and Phil benefited.
—- The last two and a-half years of my marriage I was ‘THE’ Trophy Wife. WE never had sex and I was getting pretty horny…. but I am no slut so I managed it… I am Catholic so I do not masturbate…needless to say I was tempted sometimes to fuck someone. I was certain my husband was fucking someone.
—- I’d noticed more people getting involved in my having a ‘good time’. Ya know;
‘Hey Candice, can I get ya a drink? — Hey Candice did you hear this one? — He Candice… blah, blah, blah…’ “.
[Pause]
—-“the accidental touches became more frequent; and I drank more whether they were social or business gatherings. There is a straight line from the bar thru the glass in ones hand to the bedroom Dave, and I was on it.
—- I now take you to last year’s Xmas party. It was near midnight and yours truly was ‘well lubricated’; in both senses of the term. I went to pee and my friend, now ex-friend was in the bathroom. She saw what condition my condition was in as we talked.
I went pee and when I came out there was a man in the wash room along with my friend. I knew ‘whas-upp’ and tried to leave but they stopped me.
He was nice and actually wanted to let me go. My friend was not so easy and was pressuring me;
— ‘lift my dress- bend over- hold onto the sink—get fucked’.
‘It’ll do ya a world of good Candice’, she said.
I had no doubt she was right; ‘… but ‘tis isn’t m- wa-to do thin’s I t’ld her’. [Drunken slur]
Things suddenly got worse for me when my other friend at this party showed with her husband…he had been after me for years…so I knew I was in trouble now… fortunately the first man had a sense of decency and stepped in front of Milt, his name…
NOW they started arguing how to convince me to hike my dress up and let both men fuck me. The first man wanted to call it and let me go, Milt wanted to fuck me; my girl friends were not letting me go just yet…they wanted to try and convince me to let these guy’s fuck me.
‘I needed it’. They argued.
The cavalry came in the form of my friend and CEO of THE Company Bill Twills his wife Candy.
[Candice smiled at me]
Bill admonished both men telling them to get the hell out of the woman’s washroom. He stopped my girl friends from leaving. With his wife Candy guarding the door he weighed into them.
This is when I picked up on my girl friend’ fucking my husband. I was so drunk it went right through me like x-rays; only to show up as a negative in the morning, along with one hell of a hangover.
—- I stayed with Bill and Candy that night.
I never went back to my house, I was so humiliated Dave. Bill had my personnel belongings brought to their home, were I live today. They’ve been great, but that is another story.
[A long pause]
Bill helped me get a lawyer. They both offered their home and hearts to this badly damaged woman Dave… Thank God for my faith, I don’t think I could have made it without it.
Being Catholic I don’t believe in divorce; so it was a big problem for me. Thank God I found a modern thinking Priest to help through it.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
I’d listened to her story;
It was hard for me to fathom anyone treating her like that; to dishonour her that way, even insipiently, but to plan this whole scenario… I was steaming. To say my ire was raised would be an understatement. I wanted to kill the fucker.
She must have seen my facial expression change because I felt her hand touch mine. Candice’ ability to forgive her husband’ transgressions left me in awe. That ability is very much outside my domain.
“Don’t ruin the day over this Dave, what’s done is done, I’ve moved on”.
“There are times when I wish I was a ruthless bastard; a killer, this was one of those times”. I said to her.
“Then I’ll tell you something that will temper your anger.
— Phil was given a promotion as you already know. I was proud of him for that achievement. What I did not know until Bill took me in was that the board promoted him mostly to keep an eye on me. .. They knew all the details of Phil and his pack. Most of who worked for ‘Bardeen Corp.’, the company.
— ‘Bardeen Corp.’ has a policy were by any top executive must have a wife capable of handling herself at company sponsored social functions. Promoting Phil put me under their scrutiny. There is more Dave but enough for today, let’s go to bed.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
SHE HOPED UP ON THE BED standing in the middle of it, robe on. She had plenty of clearance for her head. Candice is 26 and 5’6”… a little associative help going on there.
“Come on”, she says.
Standing I began to take off my pants, looking at Candice instead of watching what I was doing; I tripped over my pants. Rather than brace myself I hopped thinking I would still get my pants off, just with a little clowning…
NOPE! Falling to the floor after bouncing of the end of the bed… I lay there on the carpet on my back. ‘Perhaps I should have taken my shoes off first’…I was thinking. A beautiful face with blonde hair draped about it appeared…, looking over the end of the bed.
Candice was on all fours peering down at me over the end of the bed. He mouth held a slight smile; but her eyes…they were sparkling…maybe even dancing as she began to laugh and laugh and laugh…, her head disappear but her laughter was filling room.
I like Candice’s laugh so I was enjoying listening to her. I waited for her to stop laughing but she didn’t…
I sat up, got on my knees, elbows on the bed, head in hand and watched her laugh…she rolled around on the bed holding her stomach she laughed so hard. It was something to watch a grown woman roll around laughing like a little kid.
Suddenly she leapt from the bed running into the bathroom. I heard the tinkle of her pee-ing…, still laughing…, although she was quieting.
I was happy I made her laugh, but I honestly did not think it was that funny…
‘… [pratfall one, stellar dude nothing]…’ I mused.
When she returned she told me that was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. She continued say-ing she needed to rest a minute; — “I’m exhausted from laughing so hard”.
[I got a hug… pratfall one, stellar dude one]… I amused.
I threw a cover over her…she still had on my robe…I wanted her to be warm.
I decided to go for a coffee while she rested; picking-up my keys I opened the door;
“Your coming back aren’t you”? She asked.
I turned, looking at her. I was beginning to see how deeply hurt she had been by that asshole.
“Yes, I’m coming back”!
Whilst I sat having my coffee I thought allot about Candice. It dawned on me that her exhaustion was at least partially due to stress; her laughing so hard being part comic relief.
AFTER-ALL; she was in a position she didn’t want to be in; namely in a Hotel room with a man she wasn’t married too.
The reason I went for a coffee was to spend time thinking of a solution to her needs; Sex and Honour. —— My solution, first sex, then her honour… I was so proud of myself. After-all, what other man would think of that… [I admit to a smile, even a smirk on my face, but nothing more]
I arrived back at the Hotel and quietly entered the room. She was lying on her side face away from the entrance, so I had no idea whether she was awake or asleep.
I went to the bathroom and undressed washing myself with a wash cloth and drying…adding a touch of hotel supplied Cologne.
Once again I quietly entered the room moving toward her. Leaning over the bed I saw her eyes were open.
“Hello Angel”.
She turned-over to face me and her eyes saw my nude body. It was cute how her eyes got so big…darting to and fro for a second or two.
“You’re…” That was all she managed.
I pulled back the cover and slipped under moving beside her, she started pulling away but I caught her…
“No were to run”. I said and winked.
She blushed.
“That is so sexy…you blushing”. I said. She blushed some more.
Feeling in complete control I said; “Let’s see what you’ve got”?
I wouldn’t have thought it possible but she got redder…with an added feature. Her eyes closed and she turned her head away.
“Were did the other Candice go”? I asked… [She just shook her head]
I moved to her hugging her close…she resisted a little but soon cozied up to me.
“Rest your head in my shoulder…we’ll wait for you to get comfortable”.
I held Candice, I was worried about her. How could she change from very-confident and sassy to a nervous-Nellie? Unless confident was an act.
AS I held this lovely creature my 5 ½ inches was poking her, or at least making itself known. Sometimes in life it’s the little things that make a difference.
I never felt Candice moving until I felt her fingers touch me. The ‘little fella’ responded accordingly. I heard a sigh or soft moan; I felt her moving she looked into mine eyes.
“Hi”! I said.
She did not respond except for a cute twist of her head and her continued exploration of my manhood with her fingers. Such delicate touches, it won’t break I thought, but it’s ok…let her enjoy it in her own way.
Candice kept her face buried in my shoulder…I could hear her breathing change. Touching her neck I asked her if I could touch her. [Being careful not to upset the balance of things]
—- She nodded yes.
Removing the cover and undo-ing the robes belt, I slipped a hand under the robe and found her nipples; each standing erect. We hadn’t even been properly introduced, but they were smartly at attention.
Candice’ head was blocking my view of her tits. I kissed Candice on her head ‘love-ing-ly’. Lifting my head slightly I could see her nipples… BEAUTIFUL!
With the robe open my gaze took in her tummy and panties…her tummy hollows before it rises at her pubic bone. Her ‘panty-covered-bone’ stands probably an inch above its surround.
She is wearing some fancy white panties with blue trim or lace. There are tiny little bows at each hip.
“I need to move if I am ‘gonna eat ya’ honey”, I say.
“Ok”! She answers.
Candice opens her legs; I lay between them ogling her panty covered pussy. The thin white fabric covering her pussy is pulled away from her lower stomach by the pubic bone, leaving a small fussy edge of hair peeking out past the leg openings of her panties.
HER hair is almost a sandy color, nearly invisible; yet the light reflects off those vellus like hairs; each one shimmering.
While ogling her I noticed the hair of her prominent pubic bone causes ripples in the cloth of her panties.
Looking down I see the flatness of her pussy. I eye her over and over…God, so lovely.
——————————————————— ALL hidden from my view by a veil of clothe. Her panties…
My face moves giving my nose a chance for a sniff; the fragrance of her appeals to me.
Looking beyond her mound I see those fancy bows near her hips. My hands move to them, lifting each as my fingers slip under her the waist band of her panties. I play with those bows for a moment…, moving my fingers; lifting…settling…lifting…, alternately…fascinated I am.
I move her panties down; Candice lifts her hips.
— Sliding those sexy panties off her hips I see for the first time the perfect pussy, too my tastes. I love a pussy with small lips; a pussy which does a shape 90 at the ‘mons pubis’ heading into the valley, the ‘clef of venus’- . I love a prominent bone. She’ perfect for me!
Candice’ pubic hair is soft and peachy, as in peach fuss. Light brown in colour, a thin covering; almost invisible between her legs.
A tuff of hair peeks out from her bum-hole…as if waving…, saving; ‘Hey, don’t for-get me’.
MY tongue touches her between her pussy and bum-hole. She stiffens…there is a gasp of sorts…
The tongue moves up along her slit, pressing inward as it goes…back and forth, up and down; deeping in its search. The hint of her vagina…wiggling my tongue… I lick her lips, she tastes so good.
Pressing my face in-tight; tongue fucking Candice…licking her little muscle, it’s as hard as a rock…the tip of my tongue pushing her tight little ring… [I think to myself, it’s like tongue fucking a Cheerio]
MY tongue pushes…pressures…she yields…swirling my tongue round ‘n round in her vaginal opening.
‘I hear a moan’.
The first action from her hips…the first pump…soon a second [a sigh], then a third.
HER hips moving…her intensity…her wetness…, her juices are all over-my-face…
—- ‘Candice groans’!
Candice opens her legs wider…that gorgeous pussy for me. I am in heaven!
I peek over her mound to look at her face but her head is such that all I can see is her throat…, it’s so pink…she’s glowing.
—- ————————– Like two proud surfers, I watch Candice’ nipples moving atop mountainous waves, with surf-boards of slightly coned areolas. The majesty, they’re a thing of beauty.
My appreciative staring at her nipples is interrupted;
UUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!
—- I hear a deep groan from Candice.
Lost in the moment, I return…eating her. Her thighs spread wide but still touching my cheeks…the beauty of which my peripheral vision does not miss. Perfection; this woman is perfect for me.
Her smell, her wetness, her tits, her mound… HER!
Candice, the woman I love;
… I’m so engrossed in eating her I growl like an animal;
‘GRRRRRRRRR’! … Unintentional, but I did.
I growl a second time and gnaw without actually biting. Eating her like a beast.
I hear a short squeal or scream— Her hips thrusting in silence— grinding into my face—a deep guttural sound coming from Candice, followed by her losing it.
Candice’ body arch’s off the bed…her body torques and slams back onto the bed. She twists, she stiffens…convulses…
—– UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH – UGH- UGH -UGH…
I loved her orgasm. [Although she nearly broke my fuck’n neck]
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Candice cuddles in my arms, a very appreciative woman. I was more than thrilled to eat her and told her so. Using delicate language I expounded on the wonders of her pussy.
She laughed, telling me she loved oral and wanted it again, and again… [I got a very big hug] She informed me she had had two or maybe three orgasm’ …, she was not sure they came so fast.
“You rocked my world Dave”!
[I never mentioned it of course but her ‘ex’ deserved some of the credit for being such an asshole…depriving the woman of sex]

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A woman’s first orgasm

This is not a story I wrote myself. I found it elsewhere years ago, and thought I’d share.
It had been a fairly interesting evening. Although I don’t much go for bars of any description, I do like to play pool, and on Wednesday night we had the pool tournament down at the Other Place (silly name for a gay bar, but I’ve seen worse). For the past several weeks, I had won easily, although there was much amazement at my technique… I came an hour early, bought a pitcher of beer, listened to music and drank. Then, just before the tournament, I bought _another_ pitcher, played two practice games, and then I was
ready. Every week, the other entrants all looked for me to be an easy mark with that much alcohol inside me. And every week the alcohol loosened up my hyper-analytical personality, letting me relax, keeping me from doing mechanics calculations prior to each shot, and let me sink any shot I called out to the amused and amazed on-lookers. This week was the same, and I was in the final best-of-three games in the last round, playing against the final challenger to see who would get the prize.
She’d introduced herself as we met over the table, saying her name was Kim. She was an attractive woman, maybe an inch under six feet unshod, just a bit over in the ropers she was wearing. She had golden blonde hair, eyes so green that tawdry words like “emerald” couldn’t do them justice, a beautiful, smart-ass grin, and what seemed to be a very well-made body in those tight Wrangler jeans. I did all the cataloguing somewhere in the back of my head, as I watched her racking the balls on the velvet; she grinned as she
took the rack away, twirling it between her fingers as it cleared the tops of the balls. Now I was tipsy enough still not to be too tight, but even so I could feel the tension as I poised myself to break. An observer looking at me would have seen a fairly pretty but intent woman, clad in the standard uniform for the Other Place: jeans, boots, tight T-shirt. I was bent over the end of the table, the round curves of my ass emphasized by the tight denim jeans, my blue eyes intent on the table before me. I brushed my long, ash- blonde hair away from my face, placed the cue just so, set myself, and uncoiled through the place where the white ball had been a moment earlier. My break was unorthodox and even a bit silly- looking, but I got the balls well-scattered, and two dropped. This would be a good game, the magic was all in place. My opponent brushed against my hip as I rounded the table, an accidental contact as she stepped out of my way, letting me take my place for my next shot. “Nice break!” she told me, flashing a mega-watt grin my way. I hardly noticed, other than to smile back before shooting again. This time I couldn’t make the pocket, and I stood aside to watch the other woman play. What was her name? Oh yes, Kim.
The grin she had worn before was gone as she carefully considered the table from all sides. She was intent and methodical, carefully setting up her shot, checking the angle, and finally sinking the ball in such a fluid, graceful motion that I was momentarily amazed that a human body should move so smoothly. She shot again, and again, and I began to wonder if I’d get another chance, until at last she missed, and I had another opportunity. It was easier this time, as she’d gotten several of her balls out of the way: eventually I missed a shot again. We went back and forth over that game, which I won by just a hair… that being the distance she’d been off when she’d shot at the eight and missed. The second and third games were much the same, and when it was all over, I had won numbers one and three, I had a twenty-five dollar bar tab as my prize, while she had ten. “Care to drink one on me?” I asked her, indicating the pitcher-full of amber liquid. She
grinned and agreed, and we took ourselves over to a table at the side of the room. We tried briefly to talk, but as soon as the tournament was through, the owner cranked up the music, substituting disco with a heavy bass line for the country and western that they tended to play for “us girls.” It was after ten now, and the guys were starting to come in: in another hour, they’d have the place pretty much to themselves. It was impossible to make ourselves heard over the too-loud music, so we drank and watched others in companionable silence. Finally, I asked if she’d like to head over to Denny’s for some coffee and a chance to talk, and she shouted her agreement over the music. We escaped outside into the cool, quiet dark.
When our ears quit ringing, she made a counter-suggestion. It was late, she’d be disturbing the people she lived with if she traipsed in at this hour, and how about if she crashed at my house, and took me for coffee in the morning? I thought the idea sounded wonderful, and told her that my sister was out of town, so I had
an extra bed, freshly made up, and that I’d be glad to have her stay over. She followed me the few miles to my home, and we went inside. We talked for an hour or two, sipping rich, dark, imported ales that seemed almost sweet after the American brews at the bar. We talked about inconsequential things, she telling me about her job on campus, and me explaining to her that I was a student, and so on. We were almost exactly the same age, as I’d just recently gone back to school, our families came from the same part of the
state, and we were from from similar types of families. Eventually we headed upstairs, where I showed her to the master bedroom. “I hate to mess up your sister’s bed,” she said to me, “and I see you have a kingsize. How about if I just sleep on the other side of your bed? You don’t mind, do you?” I thought nothing about it, and told her that that would certainly be all right with me. I showed her my drawer-full of T-shirts and assorted nightwear, and told her to help herself while I took a quick shower to relax after the tension generated by the over-loud music.
When I came back to my room, relaxed and dressed in a crisp, clean, oversized men’s oxford shirt, she was already in bed with the covers pulled up under her chin. I got the lights out, and crawled in with her. “Do you mind if I snuggle up next to you?” she asked. “I’ll do it after I’m asleep anyway.” This was not quite-
so-standard in the “slumber-party/girls-sleeping-over” model I had in my head, but I readily acquiesced. This lady was beautiful enough to be a professional model, she had a wonderful, innocent air to her, and I was being ridiculous to even suspect that she was coming on to me at all. I told her of course that would be fine,
and so she eeled over against me where I lay on my back, draping her right arm across my waist, her right leg over my leg, and pillowing her head in the hollow of my shoulder. My heart was definitely beating a bit faster than usual, but I tried to relax, shut my eyes, and go to sleep. “Do not,” I sternly warned myself,
“even think that this woman is interested in you! You’ll piss her off if you suggest it and possibly ruin what could be a very nice friendship!” The internal lecture was in full swing, when she began stroking her fingers down my side, back again over my ribs, across my breast, and down again. I groaned silently, hoping that she wouldn’t notice my tension or arousal… “She said she wanted to cuddle, she’s half asleep, you are NOT going to respond to this and scare her off!” I told myself angrily. “She doesn’t even know you! You’re being ridiculous!” I told myself. But her hand continued its teasing glide over my body, and every few minutes her fingers would trail across one hardened nipple, driving me mad with the electric jolt of arousal that shot straight into the growing warmth in my loins each time she did it. Finally I caught her hand with my own.
She looked up at me with an inquisitive look. Hoarsely I told her, “If you keep that up, you’re going to be in trouble…” Her answering grin could have lit the football stadium, “Maybe I want to be in trouble!”
I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. “Oh.” was all I could manage, and now her teasing fingers had started unbuttoning my shirt, and she was sitting up, looking down at me, all the while grinning in obvious pleasure. It wasn’t that I thought myself unattractive, mind you, that had caused me to be so slow on the uptake. It was simply that she was so utterly beautiful and graceful, I felt like a mortal honored unduly with the prescence of a goddess. And right now that goddess was stroking tight little circles around my nipples, causing them to crinkle down into hard peaks, which her fingers rubbed and tweaked and pulled. I don’t think I have ever been so aroused, before or since. I pulled her down to me, meeting her lips with mine, and kissing her was like drinking honey wine; sweet, intoxicating. In my single previous affair with a woman, I was usually the one who took the lead in sex, and that old girlfriend had always encouraged me in the
“butch” role. But when I tried to take the initiative now, Kim pressed me back against the bed, telling me that I was to lay back and enjoy what she was doing. It felt, well, indescribably sensual. Having her make love to me this way made me feel utterly feminine, in a way that making love to men, or even another woman never had, and I loved the feeling.
She undressed me, making me lift my hips so that she could slide my panties down over my ass, then leaned down and kissed me, pulling me up with her into a soft embrace as she slid the shirt back off my shoulders. The velvet softness of her breasts against mine was unabashedly sensuous. My arms were around her now, stroking her back and sides while our lips stayed locked togethr, our tongues battling silently in their own satin caress. Before I could try and tease her out of her clothes, she pushed my back
again against the pillows, and kissed me softly on the lips, the cheek, nibbled at my earlobe a moment, then outlined the ear with her hot, wet tongue. I moaned again, as her hands continued doing wicked and wonderful things to my nipples and her tongue traced intricate patterns along the soft skin of my throat, dwelt a moment in the hollow between my collar bones. Soon her lips fastened on one hard nipple, though the other was not neglected either, being rolled between her long, strong fingers. Her tongue, which had seemed so soft against my own while we were kissing, now became a hard, demanding instrument, flickering in fast circles around the nipple, tracing the aureole, her lips nibbling the hard peak, sucking gently then firmly. My world narrowed under this treatment, focusing only on the sensations from my nipples and the answering
twinges between my legs. I felt helpless, empowered, exalted, abashed, wanton, shy…
My breath was coming in hash, ragged gasps, and I could hear myself moaning as I neared orgasm solely from the wonderfully wicked things she was doing to my breasts. She was well aware of my situation, though, and suddenly the air was cold on my wet nipples, and her warm lips were seeking their way down the arch of my ribs, across my sides (ticklish… she grinned me another wicked grin), then planted a kiss above the triangle of Venus. She wordlessly encouraged me to pull my knees up, as she stationed herself between my legs. Her voice was a bit ragged, too, when she instructed me to reach down and part the wet folds for her tongue. A shock of pleasure rocked my body as her lips softly touched my clitoris is a gentle kiss. She bent her head, just teasing with the tip of her tongue, dipping first deep into my well, then running
it up along the slit, meeting my clitoris again. Now she pressed her lips tightly against me, the pressure of her kiss holding the hood of my clitoris back, exposing the sensitive head to the searching, flickering dance of her skilled tongue. I could feel my back arching as if each touch of her tongue wound me tighter and
tighter, a spring coiling to a level of unbearable tension. “Let me…” she whispered, pausing from the alchemy she was working to look up and twine my fingers with hers, holding my hands tightly above my pubis in her strong grasp, before bending her head back to my center. Her strong grasp had my hands pinioned, her arms encircling my hips and holding me down against the bed, while licked and sucked and stroked and flickered… the orgasms started very quietly, slow gentle waves of pleasure rolling through me, until she let go of one hand and suddenly plunged her fingers into my pussy causing me to gasp, to buck, to cry out as the real orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I had time to think, confused, that I’d been wrong all these years, I’d never had an orgasm, THIS was an orgasm, and ohmigod, could I live through such intense, overwhelming, soul-straining pleasure? I SCREAMED with the release, barely hearing the noise over the pounding of my pulse in my ears, and my vision started to tunnel down, grayness blacking out the edges of my vision. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the experience. The orgasm kept happening, and each moment I was amazed again as the strength of it increased. My legs were trembling, I could feel my hips moving involuntarily, restrained from out-and- out bucking by the grasp of her arm around me, both of my hands gripping her one like a lifeline, holding on in mingled terror and exaltation. Then she took her fingers out of my pulsing cunt, just for a moment, before sinking her thumb back into me… but now her wet, slippery fingers were teasing my asshole, playing with the tight rosebud there, until she slipped first one, then two digits inside. I had never felt anything like the sensations that shot through me now. She was lashing my clit with her experienced tongue, her thumb and fingers were pumping in and out of me, simultaneously piercing both ass and cunt, and I continued to come, continued to scream, I could feel tears rolling down my face, I
couldn’t take anymore, I couldn’t sustain this level of stimulation… ohmigod, I can’t take it, oh no, no, oh god… Awareness came back to me gradually, like the quiet stealing advance of dawn across the dimly lit twilight hours. I don’t know if I actually fainted or whether my brain just couldn’t process the data anymore. Kim was now kissing and softly licking my clit, no longer directly on the exposed head, her fingers inside me still, but motionless. I could feel my muscles clench upon her fingers as occasionally small waves of pleasure would ripple through me, aftershocks after earthquake, the tide behind the tsunami. In a moment I would make love to her…
Kim pulled herself up and lay atop my body, her long legs twining with mine. I kissed her, putting all my heart and soul into it, the taste of my own juices reminding me of the amazing feelings that I’d just experienced, and causing weak aftershocks of orgasm. As if she could read my mind, Kim shifted so that one of her legs was between mine, applying firm pressure against my clit. I couldn’t keep my hips still, even though I was still trembling with the exhaustion of the tremendous series of orgasms that I’d just had. Each slow thrust of her hip against my cunt evoked an answering orgasm, and this continued for several minutes as we kissed long and passionately. I couldn’t believe, even now, that this wonderful, lovely woman was making love to me. My hands were wandering up underneath the T-shirt she had on, stroking along her sides, running softly down her back.
All at once, my eyes filled with tears, and I hugged her fiercely so that she wouldn’t see. I had had at least a dozen lovers by that time, and before this I had never actually had an orgasm, even though if you’d asked me an hour before, I would have told you different. The experience was overwhelming, stirring emotions and
responses within me that I couldn’t name nor define. Later I was to look back and see that from that transcendent moment on, I would have given her my heart or soul had she asked me for it, I would have died for her smile: all those melodramatic, exuberant sorts of overreactions, they all applied to the way that woman made me feel.
As Kim returned my hug with equal strength, I was able to regain my composure. With a gentle motion, I urged her onto her back beside me, and started kissing at her navel and worked my way slowly up her ribs. A little sly and playful nibble there proved that she, too was ticklish, but I’d save tickle fights for later… my lips continued their peregrination upwards, finally finding the warm, soft swelling of her breast. I tugged her shirt up over her breasts, and she helped me pull it off over her head. The creamy white skin, the pale pink of her nipples stood out against her golden tan. I just sat, propped up on one elbow, and looked for a moment, enjoying the perfect curve of the breast, watching her nipples slowly harden from some combination of the cool air and the pressure of my gaze upon them. I couldn’t wait very long however, before lowering my lips to suck one hardened nipple into my mouth, sucking, nibbling, running my tongue in slow circles around the hard peak, flickering across the nipple. My left hand strayed over to her other breast, and stroked the underside of its soft swelling curve, thumb teasing the hardened pink nipple. She had one arm around my shoulders, stroking my hair with the other, pressing my head to her breast to indicate that I should suck harder. As I complied, she gasped quietly, then let out a low moan as my left hand found it way to her panties, and began investigating the path within. I slid my hand inside the thin cloth, and slipped first one side and then the other down past her hips, exposing her loins to my questing fingers. Her hand had left
my hair, and she was trying without much success to free herself of the minimal confinement of her panties. Regretfully, I left the nipple that I had been suckling, sitting up to help her finish removing them. My god, but she was gorgeous! She was indeed blonde, and the streetlight made the curly hair gleam, droplets of moisture catching little sparks of light, like diamonds glittering in a net of spun gold. A shiver took me then as I looked at her, my arousal mounting high again. She looked like an alabaster and chalcedony statue, an idol waiting to be worshipped. This I did, kneeling between her legs, kissing softly from her instep to her ankle, up her leg, meeting the soft flesh of her inner thigh with my lips, evoking answering shivers from her. I was teasing, delaying the final homage of my lips while reeling in the heady scent of her like a bee in an orchard. Finally my kisses found their way to their destination. I spread her tender folds to expose her wetness, and very slowly lowered my lips to suckle the nectar at the center of her flower. She tasted of salt and peaches, with a faint hint of honey.
She let loose a deep contralto moan, one that seemed to reverberate in my very bones with its heavy load of sensuous arousal as I ran my tongue tip from her opening to the small protrusion of her hooded clit. I sank against her, kissing her open-mouthed, exactly the same sort of kiss that I would have delivered mouth-to-mouth, my tongue twining about and teasing her clitoris with feather- light stokes. I could feel the trembling tension in her long legs which she had wrapped around me. Her hands stroked my hair, gradually stilling, then suddenly seizing me firmly to guide my tongue all the better. She urged me on, the pressure of her hands encouraging me to flicker my tongue more firmly and quickly across her swollen clit. I worked my hands under us, sliding two fingers deep into her open pussy. Again she let loose with that deep and wrenching moan, and I could feel the goose bumps rising down my spine as my own arousal edged up a notch with hers. She was starting to gasp and make little mewling sounds now, and I kept well in rhythm with her cries as I lashed her clit with my tongue. I removed my fingers from her cunt, causing a wordless cry of dismay from her, but immediately set my other hand to the task of stroking her pussy. Meanwhile, the fingers of my right hand were now thoroughly wet, and taking a leaf from this beautiful woman’s own book, I began to tease her asshole with my slippery digits, finally sliding a wet finger deep inside the tight opening. Now she began bucking her hips wildly, driving her cunt against my mouth, hands tight in my hair, thrusting hard to impale herself upon the fingers which pierced her front and back. I had all I could do to keep licking her hot cunt, fucking her ass and pussy with both hands, and remember to occasionally breathe as well. I couldn’t control my own aroused reaction, and I was driving my own hips into the mattress in time with her thrusts as well. Suddenly, she let loose with a banshee cry, stiffening a moment and holding my head tightly against her. I never let up on her engorged clit, licking and flicking my tongue over it as fast as I could. The trembling of her legs was like a tightly strung bowstring, quivering with tension, and I was amazed to feel the rhythmic contractions of her orgasms quite clearly via the finger in her ass. I had never been so completely aware of a woman’s orgasm before now, and the wonder and sense of power this gave me pushed me over the edge into an orgasm of my own.
I continued to lick her clit until she could unknot her fingers from my hair, and pull me up to lay above her, holding her as she shook with reaction. She said nothing yet, just kissed my neck softly where she had buried her face in the angle of my shoulder. I clung to her as well, certain that I had died and gone to heaven. Making love to her had renewed my arousal, and I hadn’t been able to satisfy my needs by humping the mattress earlier. I hoped that she would do something about this in a moment, but the urgency was past, replaced by a glow of contentment mingled with arousal. The next time would be slower and more sensual, but equally passionate and overwhelming in intensity, if our first pass at love was any
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Broken Birds, Part 22, Misha

Part 22
Misha
John McDale’s body was shipped back to the US, accompanied by his wife. Kat, now very pregnant, stayed at the compound.
By forcing them to focus on John’s last moments of happiness, Michael had unknowingly relieved their grief. In the last days, John reconnected with both his daughter and wife, giving them lasting memories of laughter and courage.
His oldest daughter delayed too long, her life more important than spending John’s last days with him. Privately, Tim told Michael he was pleased she’d delayed. She gave new meaning to the word “bitch”.
The funeral was taped for television. Nobody cared. It never aired.
John may have been a drunk, but he was also a skilled lawyer. He’d revised his will after his diagnosis. His large estate went to his beloved wife with small trusts to each of his three children. If they contested the will, they got nothing.
His oldest daughter, Angela, railed against him. She needed more money. She confronted her mother.
“I need more money. Why did Daddy do this to me?” she demanded.
Looking up to summon one of Tim’s men, Misha said quietly, “Because you’re a spoiled little bitch who wouldn’t change her plans to see her dieing father.”
Her daughter pulled her arm back to slap her mother and felt a vice clamp on her arm.
“I wouldn’t miss,” he said in a neutral voice, “If you hit your mother, your trust voids and you get nothing.”
John had known his children.
When she visited her lawyer, she received a letter with a copy of his will.
My Darling wife
I love you. I love you more than life. I’ve done many things wrong, but loving you was the one thing I knew was right from the day we met. I remember the first time we made love. And the last.
Because I love you, I am letting you go.
In Australia, you were alive in a way I haven’t seen since Robert was born. Go to them. They want you and need you there.
They made my last days wonderful, filled with laughter and joy. It is a gift I will cherish for eternity.
Please let Robert go. He is a depraved sociopath. Angela has love only for herself. Kat though, is an extraordinary, loving woman.
I am sorry that I left you so soon and with so many problems, but if you will go to Kat, you will find happiness. I know it in my heart.
Your loving husband.
Tim came to her. He helped her arrange John’s affairs. It took several months. In Australia, Kat, Rafaela and Alice gave birth. Misha bitterly resented not being present, but “things” kept her in the States. Their e-mails, pictures and videos kept her connected.
She used the time to go through an array of plastic surgeries. She could never compete with the other women in Michael’s life, but she could be the best a mother of three could be. She even had vaginoplasty and labiaplasty surgeries.
Robert was missing. The investigation speculated that he’d gone missing shortly after the rape of a teen girl, the clear implication that he’d either gone into hiding or that backwoods justice had been meted out. She loved Robert as a mother, but if he had become the monster the reports suggested, he should roast in hell.
Finally, on one fall day, Tim called. “He’s dead, Misha. I’m sorry.”
“Did he hurt that little girl?”
“I think so.”
“How did he die?” she asked remembering Beth’s face.
“You don’t want to know. But, he’s gone.”
She cried that night for her lost son and for Beth who would blame herself for the little girl’s pain.
Two nights later, Tim received a satellite call from Michael.
“Got a wild hair. What if Rafaela turned all Miguel’s money over to the feds? Think they’d drop all pending charges and searches? They could announce it as a major find. They’d probably also get Miguel’s safety deposit boxes. They could say it was on a tip from the Lista cartel.”
“Would she give away that much money?”
“I’ll ask.”
Rafaela eagerly agreed to Michael’s plan. It would eliminate her as a threat to the Lista cartel and eliminate the threat to her from the US government. If they got Miguel’s safety deposit box, the distribution system would be compromised. She and her family would be much safer.
Misha brokered the deal through John’s connections.
Misha’s older daughter found a lawyer to challenge the will. Misha and Tim crushed her. She got nothing.
Finally, Misha could leave and go to her new family. Cold December wind and snow urged her to go.
Tim saw her off.
The reunion was understated, but warm.
When the helicopter touched down, there was still a bit of the summer sun shining. The entire harem stood, waiting to greet her. In her heart, she thanked John for building a world where she would be happy.
The blades had barely stopped being dangerous when she exited.
Kat flew into her arms, hugging her close.
“Mom, I missed you so much.” Crushing hugs and lots of tears.
Beth thrust their child, Victoria, forward, “Meet your granddaughter, Vika.”
Misha hugged them both, but took Vika into her arms.
“Misha, let’s go home” Michael said softly yet firmly.
In the living room of the main house, Misha relaxed, Rachael at her side. Misha was tired. The flight had been long. The disposition of John’s estate had taken far too long.
“I’m sorry I missed Vika’s birth.”
“Mom, you also missed Michele and Liz’s birth.”
“I know, Honey, I know.”
Michael signaled his women to stop.
“Misha, do you want to get cleaned up or maybe swim?”
She looked a Michael thankfully. “I’d like to swim. You’ll make sure I won’t drown?”
He promised. She went with Rachael to find a suit.
Stopping at the pool entrance, it took a moment for Misha to take it all in.
The deck surrounding the lap pool held three playpens. Michaela sported a life jacket as she ran to the pool. Scabbed knees showed that it was not her first time to run on the pool deck.
Kat and Beth played with Vika, while Maria played with Rafaela’s child, Liz and Alice nursed Michele.
Jennifer swam the length of the pool effortlessly to beckon Misha in.
Misha was clothed in a one-piece suit that clung to her body, clearly showing every curve and indentation, her light brown hair in a ponytail. Kat looked up, “Mom, you look fabulous!”
Misha smiled warmly, rewarded for the months of pain and exercise. She knew she looked good, but still reveled in the praise.
She started when Michael placed his hands on her bare shoulders, not knowing he was behind her. “You look better than fabulous.” He leaned down, kissed her behind her ear sending bolts of electric excitement through her, causing her nipples to harden noticeably. Unconsciously, she leaned back, her shoulders touching his chest. She closed her eyes momentarily. Reality was proving far better than her dreams.
They played in the pool for an hour, champagne flowing freely. Misha hit the wall of exhaustion.
When she woke, she was disoriented. The room was dark, the curtains drawn. A clock beside her bed read 3:30. She was dressed in silken pajamas, beneath which she was naked. She tried to remember when she had collapsed, but could not. A faint light led her to the bathroom. Her cosmetics, hairbrushes and toothbrush were carefully laid out on the sink counter. She began to prepare to meet the beginning of her new life.
After showering, she went to her bags, preparing to unpack. They were gone. Instead, an outfit of shorts and blouse were laid out on the dresser with her underwear and sandals.
She dressed quickly, driven by increasing hunger. She hated airline food. She hadn’t eaten in two days.
When she opened the door, bright sunlight assaulted her eyes. The bright afternoon sun filled the main house living room from windows set in the canted roof. It was afternoon.
In the main living room Nita sat in a recliner, gently snoring.
Misha tried not to disturb her as she walked through the room to the kitchen. As she crossed the room, she looked out through the thick, large windows that overlooked the party pool and the sea. She found her new family. They were spread along the shaded pool deck with Rafaela in the shaded part of the pool, playing with Michaela who was dressed in a typical yellow Australian sun suit.
Michael saw the movement inside out of the corner of his eye and waved her to join.
Ignoring her growling stomach, she happily joined the group.
She smelled the grilling meat as soon as she stepped though the door to the deck. Michael walked directly to her, taking her into his arms, kissing her tenderly.
“Want some food?”
“I’m ravenous!” she smiled into his eyes.
“That could be taken several ways,” he said leading her to the grill, chuckling.
She cocked an eyebrow, “I know. That’s how I meant it,” she said with laughing eyes.
They ate, swam and laughed through the remaining afternoon. Michael marveled at the ease with which Misha fit in.
As the sun kissed the horizon, they went inside. Since they had eaten throughout the afternoon, they did not have dinner.
Kat and Beth took Misha aside. That she would join the harem was no secret. “Mom, how do you want this to happen?”
Misha had been dreaming of this since she had gotten John’s letter. It had removed the last obstacle to her happiness.
“What do you think about an “Alice” night?” she giggled like a little girl.
Alice had been initiated in a group, harem night.
“We were hoping you’d say that!” Beth said, giggling, giving an exaggerated fist pump to the others.
Once the babies had been placed in the hands of their nannies, the girls began to prepare, thanking Michael for the foresight in having so many bathrooms. Still, they were planning to expand the main house, given the expansion of the harem.
Kat and Beth shared a bathroom with Misha. They examined her closely. Faint lines showed the last of her surgeries. Misha had been waxed several days earlier and was baby smooth. Her skin glowed.
“OK Mom, out with it. What did you have done?” Kat asked giggling, holding her mother’s firm, soft breast.
“Oh just a little tuck her, a little nip there…”
Kat swatted her mom’s now firm ass.
“Owww. OK. Eyes, nose, neck, breasts, tummy and ass. I took a week at a skin clinic. I even had my pussy tightened and made to look young again.”
“Hopefully not too tight. Michael’s pretty big.” Kat remarked.
“Did it hurt a lot?” Beth asked, searching Misha’s body for scars.
“Like a bitch. I want this to be perfect, so let’s get ready.”
Kat and Beth shaved each other carefully, rubbing in soothing gels to prevent irritation. They took enemas, showered and applied makeup and perfume and brushed their teeth. Misha slipped into a thick white robe.
Finally, Beth handed her a small ring box. Misha gratefully put the ring on her right ring finger.
Dressed in bathrobes, the other girls waited for Misha outside the master bedroom carrying several bottles of champagne and champagne flutes. They knocked gently.
Michael opened the door, not knowing if it would be just Misha or a harem night. 11 sets of eyes told him the answer.
Michael took Misha’s trembling hand and drew her into the room, handing her a flute of champagne.
“Nervous, Honey?” he asked softly.
“It’s been more than twenty years since I was with a man other than John.”
“Then why the harem?”
“You’ll see,” she said giggling into her champagne glass.
Finally, Michael understood. Misha was very bi.
She put her glass on the side table, her arms around his neck. He did the same and bent to kiss her. It started gently, but quickly became strident with passion. It had been so long for her. She could feel her lubricant begin to dribble down her thigh.
She broke the kiss, her eyes flashing with pure lust.
She shrugged out of her robe, desperate for the feel of her skin against his. His robe hit the floor simultaneously. Another kiss and her legs began to tremble. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. She scooted to the middle of the giant bed. Michael followed her. She slid on top of him, her breasts squashed against his chest, her mouth ravenous on his.
“Now!” She said desperately.
He rolled her off and levered himself between her splayed legs. A strange hand grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her leaking slit, positioning him. She bucked to get him inside her fiery tunnel.
“Go slow,” a whisper in his ear.
He controlled his desire to impale her in a single thrust, gently pushing only the head past her inner lips. Her eyes snapped open. He felt huge. He waited for her to adjust. After a moment, she began to wiggle he hips, demanding more. She was incredibly tight. They began a rhythm of hip gyrations while moving forward in miniscule increments. When he finally felt his cock head kiss her cervix, she surprised him.
“I want to be on top now.”
He rolled them over and she looked down at him with both love and lust. She slid off him and then back on in a reverse cowboy position. Helpful hands lay her back against his chest. Michael placed his feet inside her legs and spread them both wide.
Michael felt hot breath near his balls. Mouths engulfed her nipples, sucking hard. Other hands caressed her body. Michael swept her hair away and began kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear as his hands caressed her shoulder.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” Misha exclaimed, feeling the probing tongue caressing her stretched labia. She was already getting close. The tongue continued to slide around the stretched labia. Misha’s legs began to shake; her hands gripped the hair of her female lover between her legs, pulling her closer. The mouth closed around Misha’s clit, sucking it hard, slowly licking it. The suctioning mouths on her nipples pulled harder. They bit down. Misha exploded and sat bolt upright, driving his cock along her g spot, deeper into her than any man had ever been.
“Yes” she screamed, again and again, still holding her female lover to her clit.
She came over and over again, her long abstinence fueling her need.
Finally, the circuit breaker in her heat tripped and she collapsed back onto Michael’s chest. She looked down to see who had given her such incredible pleasure.
“You taste great, Mom,” Kat giggled, her face awash with Misha’s juices.
Helpful hands moved Misha to the side. Nita took her place as Maria took Kat’s.
Last was Jennifer. She danced on his cock until he was close to cumming. She rolled off him and lay on her back, pulling him between her legs, guiding him into her.
“Make a baby with me!” she begged. She knew his ejaculation would be epic. They came together, uncertain whose orgasm triggered the other.
Twelve naked people toasted each other as they recovered. They all knew the night would last many more hours. There was no need to rush.
Shoshana knelt in front of Michael, taking his cock into her mouth and then her throat, savoring the taste of her sisters and her man. Her skill at pleasing Michael came from her extraordinary empathetic capability that was attuned to him. Her mutilated tongue helped a bit. He looked into her eyes as his cock disappeared into her mouth. His cock hardened, became rigid, and then steel. Time for round two.
Rachael, Shoshana and Lynne took Misha to the bed, having her lie face down. Rachael spread Misha’s legs wide and knelt between them. She began to caress Misha’s ass cheeks. Lynne began to knead her shoulder muscles while Shoshana began caressing her feet.
Misha felt in heaven, the pleasure starting as non-sexual, but quickly changed. Rachael kissed the small of Misha’s back, her tongue darting a quick lick. Her hands squeezed each ass cheek in turn, trailing her tongue down to Misha’s ass crack. Rachael slid her body lower so she had a clear view of Misha’s labia. Rachael’s tongue began a thorough exploration of her lips and labia, tasting the essence of her old friend and lover.
His tongue darted upward, caressing Misha’s pink starfish, Rachael almost laughing at her friend. She’d obviously used ass-lightening cream as part of her makeover. Her tongue and fingers caressed and finally penetrated her asshole. Alice lubed Misha’s asshole, stretching the tight orifice with one, then two fingers.
When she was finally satisfied her friend was ready, Alice motioned Michael over. As they had been preparing Misha, Beth and Maria had been giving Michael a very wet blowjob.
They lifted Misha to her knees. Michael positioned himself behind her. Rachael aimed his cock lower. Michael thrust forward, into Misha’s pussy. After three strokes, he withdrew and Rachael positioned him at her puckered hole. Slowly he pressed forward. With all the preparation, Misha’s sphincter relaxed and allowed the head of his cock to pop through, into her hot depths.
Rachael moved to Misha’s side, noting the clenched fists. Seeing her friend, Misha relaxed a bit. Her eyes clouded with lust. Rachael understood and moved above Misha’s head. Rachael leaned against the headboard and opened her legs. Misha levered herself up, allowing Rachael to slide her pussy directly beneath Misha’s mouth.
Rachael squealed with pleasure as Misha’s practiced tongue began exploring a pussy she’d known for more than thirty years.
Michael continued to move slowly and in very small increments, stretching her until he felt his balls on her pussy. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her to him, and rolled over. Once again, she was on top, fully exposed. The girls feasted on her. And then on each other as each took their turn on Michael’s cock.
The sounds and aroma of sex filled the room. Misha tasted each of the women at least once. She found Nita’s aroma and taste invigorating and exotic; Jennifer fresh and slightly tangy; Rachael womanly. Misha’s head spun as the orgy danced around her.
Finally, the girls helped Maria off his cock. Michael was visibly frustrated. Shoshana appeared with a soapy wet cloth. She lovingly cleaned his cock, just in case there was anything that could cause a vaginal infection. Usually Beth had his last ejaculation, but this was Misha’s night.
As Rachael tried to bring her to Michael, Misha whispered something that caused Rachael to laugh. Rachael nodded to Beth who immediately swung a leg over her father, facing him. Kat guided his cock into his daughter. Time seemed to slow as Beth carefully lowered herself, swaying in time to music only she heard. Though in the midst of ten other women, they were really in their own world. Michael’s hands and fingers found her nipples and twisted. She screamed in pleasure.
His hands dropped to her belly and then to her clit. Screaming, “Daddy!” over and over, her orgasm washed over her. Her fluttering tunnel muscles caressed his cock.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMING,” Michael yelled, totally forgetting their audience.
His pelvis bucked in time to his ejaculation, string after string of come shooting into his daughter.
She collapsed on top of him, totally spent.
“Wow, that was hot,” Nita said to Maria.
“Mom, what did Misha say to you when you giggled?” Lynne asked
“She said she needed to practice more before she took that monster back in her pussy! I told he we’d help her practice.”

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Andrea + Dannielle p2

Once Andrea got the hang of rubbing herself off, her and Dani made it routine to watch each other right before they went to sleep. The girls were in the middle of their school year and learning many new things, including sex in health class. Andrea started becoming afraid of the thought of sex, even if it was just seeing her sister’s lovely pussy. Dani made it her mission to show Andrea there was nothing to be afraid of.
Dani, a virgin herself, knew so much about sex from watching countless hours of porn when her parents were gone at work on Saturdays. Andrea usually went to the mall this day, leaving Dani home alone with nothing but her fingers and a computer that opened the door to all sorts of kinky sex videos. She loved everything from bestiality to gay porn, but her favorite was incest. Something about it made her so wet and desperate. She ached for Andrea’s pussy on Saturday nights after long days of working her own.
Dani made sure Andrea knew to stay home one weekend so she could show her a “special surprise.” When the time came, Andrea was nervous. She feared they would get caught. She couldn’t imagine what that would look like to her mother. She’d be disgusted to see her twin daughters rubbing their cunts while watching men and women get their asses licked and fucked.
Dani wanted to go a step further. She wanted to feel Andrea’s pussy, to taste it. But first, she had to show Andrea that sex wasn’t bad or scary. She made a special list of videos to show to Andrea. It consisted of three videos. First was a typical video of a white man fucking a black woman missionary style.
The last two videos are where Dani really kicked it up and she knew she’d get Andrea with them. The second video was of twin brothers who took turns giving each other messy blowjobs and then they fucked each other. The third and final video showed two teenage girls performing oral sex on each other. The best part? The girls were twins.
Dani sat her nervous twin down in a seat next to hers and turned on the first video. After it progressed, Andrea started feeling wet. She liked how the woman’s tits jiggled every time the huge cock thrusted into her.
“She’s pretty…” Andrea said. She wanted to talk, but she was unsure of what to say. She figured that was a start.
“What else do you like about her?”
“Well, her nipples look real big. That’s pretty sexy. And her hips are big, too. Her skin looks so smooth and soft.”
“Most girls are like that.”
“Not me. I look weird.” Andrea lowered her head, ashamed. She felt ugly. Her and Dani were identical, but something seemed much more graceful and beautiful about Dani.
“Andrea, I think you’re perfect.” Dani reached over and squeezed Andrea’s hand. She smiled and hugged her sister, suddenly wetter than ever.
“Dani, I want to touch myself.”
“Me too. I’ll play the next video. I think you’ll like it.” Dani started playing the video of the twin brothers. The monitor showed two identically handsome men passionately kissing and flicking their tongues together.
“Whoa.” Andrea whispered. “Are they twins?”
“Yep. Just like us.” She smiled at Andrea reassuringly. She then stood and stripped. Andrea did the same. Both girls leaned back in their chairs and started slowly rubbing their clits.
They stared as one brother licked the other’s ass. The brothers both moaned, as did Andrea and Dani. Dani felt herself running out of patience and decided to skip to the third video.
Andrea smiled as soon as she saw it. She definitely liked the sight of tits and pussies. The twins in the porno rubbed each other’s pussies and then moved into a 69 position where they lapped up each other’s juices.
“Dani?”
“Hmm?”
“If, uhm… If I let you taste mine, can I taste yours? Just off our fingers, you don’t have to go down there.” She looked away, afraid to hear the answer. Dani reached into her pussy and covered her index and middle fingers with her juice. She told Andrea to take off her shirt and she did. Dani instructed her to close her eyes and focus on what she felt. Dani wasn’t sure of her next move, but she knew this was almost too good to be true and she couldn’t mess up.
She first kissed her sister on the lips. They hadn’t done this since the first time Dani exposed herself to Andrea and they both longed for it. She then forced her wet fingers into Andrea’s eager mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around them.
“Dani?”
“What, Andrea?”
“Do whatever you want. I want to learn everything.”
It was music to Dani’s ears as she bent down and once again pressed her lips to her sister’s. She moved them around and parted them to search for her sister’s tongue.
“Stick your tongue all the way out of your mouth.”
Andrea did so and Dani met it with her own tongue. She held it there for a second and then wiggled the tip of her tongue around Andrea’s. She then opened her mouth to take Andrea’s tongue into it. She sucked hard and Andrea moaned, excited by this new experience. Dani gathered more of her pussy juice as she continued making out with her sister. She smeared it all over Andrea’s puffy nipples and then rubbed it in.
Dani released her mouth from Andrea’s and moved it to the large nipples before her. She flicked one with her tongue and then took it into her mouth where she sucked and bit. Andrea began screaming. This new sensation was driving her crazy. She felt like her nipples were attached to her pussy; she felt just as good down there.
Suddenly Andrea’s legs started shaking and she had an orgasm. She didn’t squirt like she usually does, but she didn’t think she would since Dani was only stimulating her nipples. She panted hard as Dani climbed back into her chair.
“Your turn.”
Andrea, so turned on by the pleasure she just felt from her sister, lunged at Dani and passionately kissed her on the mouth. She had new confidence about her actions and she rubbed her hand down Dani’s body and then met her wet, soft pussy.
“I like the taste!”
“Take more, Andrea. Taste your sister’s pussy.”
Dani moaned as Andrea reached down and gathered juice onto her small fingers. She brought them up to her mouth and touched her clit as she sucked.
“Is it good? How does my pussy taste?” Andrea glanced up at Dani. She was biting her lip, amazed at how sexy the situation was. Andrea pulled her fingers out of her mouth and once again coated them in Dani’s pussy juice. She forced her fingers into Dani’s mouth. She felt so aroused as her sister’s tongue worked its way around all of her fingers.
“I want more, Dani.”
“Take more, sissy. It feels so good and you look really sexy right now.”
Without warning, Andrea got on her knees and lifted up her sister’s legs in one swift motion. Her face was inches away from the one thing she wanted most. She moved her face to Dani’s pussy so her nose was touching it. Dani was panting and getting wetter by the second. Andrea stuck out her tongue and licked from her sister’s tiny hole up to the large clit, where she sucked and nibbled.
Dani began screaming and within seconds, she was squirting. She didn’t have time to warn Andrea and her face ended up coated with her twin sister’s cum. Dani quickly stood up, knocking Andrea to the floor.
Dani, still shaking from her orgasm, pushed Andrea so she was laying on the floor. She moved her face close to her pussy and performed the same treatment, except she was able to reach her sister’s asshole with her tongue. This drove Andrea wild. She screamed and kicked and squirted on Dani’s face and in her mouth.
Once Andrea finished, Dani gave her a final lick and slithered up next to her sister. She cradled Andrea and placed her head on her chest. Both girls sat and relaxed and neither of them could wait for night to come.

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