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Michelle – Jeff Plot 2 – Ch. 8

The Plot – Jeff – Part 2 – Chapter 8
My plot was, assuming Jeff came over, to be in the pool, wearing the same whispy white bra and panties that I had yesterday. I was sprawled out across an over sized inner tube, spread out, arms back over my head, legs dangling over the other side of the tube. I had propped one foot up on the deck, both to anchor my position, and to insure that my legs were spread as far apart as possible. I anchored the tube, and thus myself, so that my wide open legs were aimed right at the door he would be coming through. I had ducked in the pool to thoroughly wet my bra and panties, and double checked to make sure they were, again, completely see through. (Like clear plastic wrap.) I wanted to make sure as he came through the door, the first thing he would see was my wide open pussy. I must have dozed off.
The next thing I remember was the sound of the screen door opening. I opened my eyes and saw Jeff coming through the doorway. He froze the instant he saw me, splayed out, “spread eagle” on the oversized inner tube.
I watched him, my eyes hidden and secure behind the dark sunglasses, as he turned and very quietly closed the door.
Jeff is my nextdoor neighbor, the one for whom this “plot” had been laid. We had known each other forever, since we were quite small, and although he was a couple of years older than me, (he was entering his high school junior year, while I was just preparing to enter as a freshman), we had always been pretty close friends.
He’s a pretty decent looking guy, maybe six feet tall. He’s on the slim side, with a body that, although fit and muscualr, could best be described as “wiry”.
Yesterday had been an “almost” day, abruptly stopped by the return home of his parents. Jeff was again shirtless, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and his sneakers and socks. I wondered idly if he was wearing the same white briefs he had on yesterday, the kind that became almost transparent when wet. I feigned sleep as he tiptoed over toward me, stopping almost right above me. His eyes were glued to my lewdly displayed pussy, and I reveled in the fact that I could watch his every move with him having no idea that my eyes were even open, much less where they were looking.I lay motionless as his right hand reached down to his shorts. As he continued staring at my wanton display, he began fondling himself, rubbing, squeezing, stroking through his shorts. Watching him play with himself was really turning me on and my mind was racing, trying to figure out my next move.
Jeff made it for me.
Hooking his fingers in the eleastic waistband of his shorts, he gave them a quick tug down and let them fall to his feet.
My heart stopped beating.
Instead of the white briefs he had been wearing yesterday, today he was wearing…he was wearing…he was wearing…well…I guess, “pouch” for lack of a better word. The tiny white bag barely covered his penis and balls, with a thin string extending around both sides of his waist. I could actually kind of see through it, not just his shape and outline, but the actual flesh color where his penis pressed against the flimsy material.
I was instantly wet, this time from the inside.
His hand returned to his groin, and he again began fondling, squeezing, stroking himself. Under the thin material, I could see him growing bigger and harder.
GOD, I wanted to touch myself!
But I continued to fake dozing, wondering where this would go. I lay motionless for a few more minutes as he continued caressing himself, his penis growing larger every second. My heart was now racing, my pussy was dripping, and it became harder and harder to lay there motionless.
Jeff bent down and pulled his shorts off his feet, picking them up and turning.
This time I did gasp!
His “pouch” had no back to it, just a thin string running up between his cheeks!
He moved to the patio table, setting down his gym shorts, and then lifted one foot up onto one of the chairs. He bent over and began untying the laces of his sneaker. In this position, with his legs slightly parted, and the one foot up, the cheeks of his butt parted. I swear I could actually see his little hole, or at least most of it! The thin string running up to waist barely covered a fraction of the opening. His cheeks, tight and muscular, looked particularly “inviting”.
My mind flashed back to the movie last night, and all of the things people were doing with other people’s butt holes. I rmembered my session with the candle sliding in and out of my own little hole. I remembered the erotic sensations from my “accidental” enema.
Jeff finished removing his sneakers and socks, and turned, returning to the edge of the pool, and once again standing right above me while I faked sleeping. His hand moved back to his groin, and the fondling and squeezing started again. His penis was now so big and hard it appeared ready to burst right through the thin material of his “pouch”.
I was so wet! I was so turned on! I was so…something! I wasn’t even sure what! I just knew I wanted to do something…anything to make something more happen!
Didn’t have to…Jeff did it for me.
He dropped his hand from his groin and turned, moving toward the shallow end of the pool.
Without budging my head, I let my eyes follow until he was out of sight.
I waited breathlessly, wondering what was coming next.
With the radio playing right next to me, I didn’t hear him enter the pool, was unaware of him approaching me, until he reappeared in the corner of my eye. Keeping my head motionless, my eyes followed him as he moved past me and stood just on the far edge of the inner tube. His eyes were fixed on my lewdly open pussy, and I watched as his one hand disappeared down into the water. The tube was interfering with the view of what I really wanted to see, but I could see his upper arm moving. I knew inside that his hand was once again fondling his penis.
It was getting harder and harder to remain motionless, faking sleep, while I kept watching his arm movements. This “act” continued for a few more moments as my mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do next, without giving myself away.
I saw him briefly lower his other hand into the water, and could tell from his movements that he was sliding his “pouch” down off his hips. Sure enough, a moment later his arm took on that identifiable motion, telling me he was now actually stroking his hard penis.
I watched in absolute silence as his mouth opened slightly, his chest started heaving, his arm movements became faster and faster, all the time his eyes glued to the display between my wide spread legs.
An idea hit me. Without moving a muscle other than my lips, I purred in a sulky voice, “Starting without me, are you?”
He froze momentarily, his eyes moving from my panties to my face, where my open eyes were still hidden behind the dark glasses. I raised my left hand and removed my sunglasses, placing them on the deck next to the pool, while extending my right hand slowly and deliberately across my midriff and into my panties. I extended my middle finger and bagan caressing up and down my slit. His eyes followed my hand downward, becoming fixed on what I was doing between my legs, and in seconds his arm motion started up again.
I watched him watching me for a moment or two. His eyes appeared to be bulging, and the speed of his arm movements increased.
I ran my other hand down inside my panties, and, using two fingers, lewdly spread my lips. His breathing was becoming faster, his arm flying. I looked right at him as I slowly inserted one, then two fingers all the way up inside of me. “Slow down,” I cooed sexily, “You got a head start. Let me at least get caught up.”
I started pumping my two fingers in and out. He was panting now, but his arm movements did slow down considerably.
The warm rushes started to roll through me as my fingers contined tormenting my suddenly soaking wet channel, and with a sudden thought, I moved my right foot and pressed it gently against his hard penis, and the hand covering it. He immediately removed his hand and I beagn a slow, teasing up and down movement with my foot.
“Or perhaps,” I murmured, “you’d rather that I helped you take care of this thing.” I pressed my foot firmly against his throbbing penis for added emphasis.
“Oh God yes!” he blurted, almost pleading.
I removed my foot and rolled off the tube, moving and standing right in front of him. I took both his hands in mine, and placed them on my breasts. I ran one hand down the front of him, gently cupping his balls, but not yet touching his hard on.
“Since my hand is going to be kind of busy,” I whispered naughtily, “I thought you might like something to do with yours.”
He began squeezing. “Not so hard,” I said. “You have to be gentle.” He immediately loosened his grip and began squeezing in a gentle rythm. “That’s better,” I purred. I began very gently squeezing his balls in the same rythm he was squeezing my breasts. My nipples were hard as rocks, standing stright up.
“Take my bra off,” I breathed, still gently squeezing his balls. Since it has a clasp in the front, it took him only seconds. He slid it off my shoulders and set it on the deck by the edge of the pool, his hands immediately returning to my breasts. This time, he started pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Not so rough,” I had to say again, “You HAVE to be gentle!”
He lightened up at once and began pinching and gently twisting my nipples in a way that was very quickly becoming very pleasant, and very erotic.
I removed my hand from his balls and curled a light fist around his rock hard penis. I could feel it throbbing and pulsing in my grip.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered throatily. He just groaned.
I gave his penis a gentle squeeze.
He jerked and squirted!
Just like that, it was over.
I was momentarily stunned, unsure what to do next. So fast? Within seconds I had convinced myself that it was me, I had some magical power over guys. That feeling gave me quite a rush, and my self confidence grew by leaps and bounds.
I kept my hand loosely wrapped around his penis, which was starting to soften. I started squeezing in a slow gentle rythm, while trying to figure out what to do next. I wasn’t ready for this little encounter to be over with.
I continued my rythmic squeezing while I looked down into the water. I could see where he had squirted. It looked like three small pieces of white string, floating, drifting aimlessly in the water. With a sudden thought, I cupped my left hand and scooped in the water, catching a couple of them. Bringing my hand up between our faces I pouted, “I was kinda hoping you were saving this for me.”
He froze, not saying anything, but I thought I felt a slight twitch in his penis. I continued my gentle squeezing, thinking what to do next. I rmembered the way his eyes had been devouring me, and had an idea.
Still holding his penis, I led him a few feet further toward the deep end, stopping when the water level reached his chest. At this depth, it put the level od the deck right at his chin. I turned him toward the edge of the pool, and, releasing his penis, took both his hands and placed them up on the deck, leaving them separated by a good two and a half feet.
“Wait right here,” I whispered throatily, “I’ll be right back.”
I scurried to the steps in the corner of the shallow end, and hurried up out of the pool. I walked back towards him, stopping right in front. I slowly and deliberately hooked my fingers in my panties and pushed them down off my hips, letting them fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and crouched down to pick them up, making sure to keep my knees well apart, my legs spread. I retrieved them and straightened. With my feet apart, I held the wet panties out over past his head., wringing them out and letting the excess water drip back into the pool. In this position, he was looking stright up into my pussy.
I turned and retreated a couple of steps, keeping my back to him. With my feet well apart, I bent over as far as I could, making a show of smoothing my panties and laying them out on the deck. I stalled in this position for a moment or two, making a show of fidgeting with them and making sure they were lying out flat in the sun. I knew from his position at the edge of the pool that this “pose” would offer him a perfect view of my lips, my slit, and even my little back hole. I fiddled with my panties for another moment or two, and then strightened up, turning and approaching him.
I reached the very edge of the pool and stopped, then squatted, and sat, right in front of him. I brought my knees up high and placed my feet on the edge of the deck, spreading them apart as far as I could so they were almost touching his outstretched hands.
This position was perfect. His face was at the exact level of my wide open pussy, his eyes but a mere foot from my lips. Without saying a word, I brought my right hand down between my legs, extending my middle finger. I began slowly teasing up and down the length of my slit. I still said nothing but continued gently stroking my lips.
His eyes were glued to my naughty display, and I thought they were going to pop out of his head when I pushed a finger up a little bit inside of me. I continued this lewd display for another minute or two, and then feigned a gasp as I pushed my finger all the way up inside of me. I held it there for a minute, wiggling the tip back and forth, caressing the inner walls of my channel.
His mouth was slightly open now, and I could sense his breathing becoming heavier.
Feeling daring, I pulled my finger out of my hole and joined it together with my index finger. Watching his eyes watching me, I slowly and deliberately inserted both fingers back between my lips, then made a show of slowly pushing them both all the way up inside me, groaning as I did.
I alternated between sliding my fingers in and out of me, and holding them all the way in, just wiggling the tips around and around. My pussy was quickly getting wetter and wetter as his eyes became glazed, staring hungrily at my wanton display. I continued this “show” for a minute or two, and then, convinced my fingers were now thoroughly soaked with my juices, withdrew them from my sopping hole.
I held them up under his nose and asked in my most innocent little girl voice, “Do you think I smell sexy?”
He didn’t move, didn’t say a word, but began rapidly and deeply breathing in my scent. Feeling bold, I pushed the tips of my fingers against his lips until they parted a bit. I slid them into his mouth and asked demurely, “Do I taste OK too?”
I could feel his tongue moving all over and around on my fingers. From this angle, I couldn’t see his penis down under the water, but fervently hoped it was getting hard again.
With a sudden inspiration, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth, him making a sucking sound as I pulled them away. I reinserted them into my now drenched pussy, pushing all the way in and again wiggling the tips around my inner channel.
He hadn’t moved one inch since I had “positioned” him for my “show”. Both his hands were still placed on the very edge of the deck.
I reached my left hand out and grasped his right wrist. I put his hand down in the water and then pushed downward on his arm. Wickedly, I purred, “I think you can find something more fun to do with that hand,” hoping he would get the hint.
Sure enough. Even though I still couldn’t see his penis down in the water, in a matter of seconds I could see his upper arm start moving back and forth.
I withdrew my fingers from my hole, dripping wet, and offered them again to his nose and now eagerly awaiting mouth.
When he was finished, I withdrew my fingers and reached down, grasping his left hand. I curled it into a loose fist, then extended his index and middle fingers.
“Now,” I whispered hoarsely, “Let’s find something fun to do with this hand…”
I looked him in the eyes as I brought my left hand down between my legs, using my fingertips to spread my lips wide. His gaze immediately went between my legs, and I slowly guided his hand until his outstretched fingers were just grazing the entrance to my wet hole.
I gave his hand a slight tug and felt his fingers start to enter me. “Now,” I hissed, “in and out.”
He immediately jammed his fingers all the way up inside of me. I quickly grabbed his wrist and admonished again, “Jeff, if you’re going to touch me you have GOT to be gentle!”
He looked somewhat sheepish as I released his wrist, but he started a very nice, slow, steady in and out rythm. I continued to hold my lips open as his eyes were glued to the sight of his fingers moving in and out my now very wet, now very hot, channel.
The rythm of his fingers moving in and out of me remained steady, but I could see the movements of his arm down in the water start to quicken. I didn’t want this to end like this, not again, and besides, I still couldn’t see what I really wanted to see.
With sudden inspiration, I grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers from my wet hole. Looking him in the eyes, I brought his hand up to my face, then passed his fingers under my nose, inhaling deeply.
I parted my lips slightly and stuck my tongue out. Slowly and seductively, I made a show of licking my juices from his fingers. When finished, I pushed his fingers into my mouth and began sucking gently.
“Mmmmm…” I purred, “I hope you like the way my honey tastes as much as I do.”
He just stood there, dumbfounded. But the movements of his arm quickened even more. I needed to something now, before it was too late…again…
I reached my arm down into the water and grasped his wrist. “Easy,” I cooed, “You’re supposed to be saving that for me, remember?”
He grinned sheepishly, but his arm movements slowed, and I decided it was time to move this further along. I slid off the edge and into the water, replacing his hand with my own. I led him, holding his penis, to the steps in the shallow end. Although I still couldn’t really see it, I could tell from the feel that it was again big and hard.
I led him up the steps and out of the water, starting over toward one of the patio tables under the overhang. He kept glancing around nervously.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered, “there’s no one around to see us.”
I led him to the table, and turned him to face me. I let go of his penis, and grasped both of his hands, placing them on the table behind him. I brought my hands to his chest and began lightly caressing his nipples. (My brother Ricky just loves it when I do that to him, so I figured, why not?
His nipples, although remaining small, immediately hardened. I moved one hand back below his waist and gripped his penis in a loose fist. I began a slow, deliberate stroking motion. Standing up on my toes, I whispered in his ear, “Do you like that? Does it feel good?”
His only response was a low groan.
I continued stroking him, breathing heavily in his ear. On sudden impulse, I stuck out my tongue and began lightly running it around the inside of his ear. I kept the rythm of stroking his rock hard penis, while panting in his ear, my tongue dancing lightly. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whispered huskily. His only response was the quick twitch of his penis.
I removed my hand from his nipple, and reaching over, grabbed one of the patio chairs, pulling it around so it was directly in front of him. Without missing a stroke, I sat down and settled myself.
This was perfect!
Sitting directly in front of him, his hard penis was right in front of my face. Inches away from my eyes…I could see everything. Inches away from my nose…I thought I could detect his manly scent. Inches away from my mouth……….
Half of me really wanted to just part my lips and take him inside my mouth. I debated and debated while I continued stroking him. I could see a small drop of fluid at the end of his tiny pee hole. I wondered what it tasted like. I thought back to the movie I had watched, with the guy’s penises in the girl’s mouths. I thought of the scene where you could actually see a guy’s penis squirting into a girl’s waiting, open mouth, and her swallowing greedily, or the scene where the guy had squirted all over the girl’s face, her then wiping it up with her fingertips and then sticking them in her mouth, sucking them clean.
I was tempted…so tempted. I continued stroking him while this debate raged inside my head. I finally decided not this time. I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. I wanted to experience each one of these new erotic experiences one at a time.
I stared directly at his throbbing penis as his hips began gently rocking. I reached my other hand down and gently cupped his balls. I extended my middle finger and started teasing around his little back hole, finally making direct contact.
He gasped.
I looked up at his face as I continued my stroking rythm. His head was tilted back. His mouth was open…his eyes closed. I returned my gaze to his throbbing penis.
I pressed my fingertip against his anus more firmly, then tried pushing a bit. It didn’t budge. I pushed a little harder. Nothing.
I remembered my own private pleasure party with the movie, and the candle in my own little back hole, and had a sudden flash.
I removed my fingertip from his anus and my palm from his balls and dropped my hand between my legs. I pushed my middle finger all the way up inside of me and wiggled it around, thoroughly wetting it with my juices.
I removed my finger from my dripping pussy, and returning my hand to cup his balls, pressed the tip of of my wet middle finger against his tight opening. When I pushed this time, my finger, wet from my own juices, actually parted his tiny hole and went in a little bit.
He gasped again.
I left my finger with just the tip a little bit inside of him, and began wiggling it, then twisting it back and forth. His breathing became raspy, his chest heaving. His penis was throbbing, demanding, as his hips began rocking steadily.
I squeezed a bit harder on his penis, and increased the tempo of my stroking. He was hard as a rock. My stare returned to his penis, and the head looked like it was ready to explode. Big and bright red, it looked…it looked…it looked…well…delicious.
I told myself no again, and increased the rythm of my strokes, continuing to wiggle just the tip of my finger in his tight hole.
He was openly panting now, chest heaving, hips rocking.
His balls, so soft and fragile cupped loosely in the palm of my hand, were in stark contrast to the rigid throbbing penis inches in front of my eyes.
I increased both the pressure of my fist and the tempo of my stroking. Looking directly at his penis, it almost seemed to be talking to me…asking me…pleading with me…begging me. There was now a thin string of fluid dangling out of his tiny pee hole. One more time, I sped up the pace of my stroking.
My left hand, cupping his balls, actually knew when he was coming first. His balls tightened and contracted. His body started to jerk, his penis twitching and throbbing.
I knew it was time.
I stroked faster, and shoved my finger all the way up inside his tiny back hole, wiggling it furiously.
He grunted, mouth wide open.
His body jerked, then went rigidly still. I stared intently at his tiny pee hole as he squirted once…twice…a third time.
My chest was covered with his juices.
I continued stroking gently, slowly, as his penis rapidly softened. His breathing returned to normal, he lifted his head, and opened his eyes. I released his penis and brought both my hands to my chest, running my fingertips through the thick cream collecting between my breasts.
I was really, really turned on now, and hadn’t come yet, and was thinking about what to do next.
I thought about raising my fingertips to my mouth, and again had to tell myself no.
I massaged his cream into the sides of my breasts, still gazing into his eyes. His eyes were alternating between my fingers and my eyes. Neither of us spoke a word. I’m not sure either of us had any idea what to say.
I returned my fingertips to the middle of my chest, gathering more of his liquid. This time I started to massage it directly onto my nipples, which immediately became hard.
His eyes were glued to my fingertips.
We sat like this for a good minute or two, neither moving, neither speaking.
Our revelry was broken (again) by the sound of his parent’s car pulling into their driveway. He quickly straightened, retrieving and putting on his “pouch” and his shorts. He scrambled into his socks, and his sneakers, and then stood facing me.
This was really wierd.
Neither of us spoke…just looking at each other…not knowing what to say.
He finally stammered…”I think I gotta go…”
“Yeah you do,” I mumbled back…frustrated…again…
As he turned to leave, I grabbed his arm, spinning him back to face me.
“So tell me,” I purred, “Maybe another encore…?”

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Melody at the waterfall

Sweet Melody at the waterfall
1-12-2011
Jonathan
Sweating beneath the blazing summer son, I take off my shirt to reveal my tanned body with muscular shoulders and arms. I sit back and rest on the bench. My feet are a little tired from walking around the lake. I try to take a few laps around the lake every Sunday morning. It’s very quiet here and peaceful. Very few people come here.
I am always hypnotized by the beauty of the waterfall that freely flows from the green mountain. It’s calming. It’s peaceful, it’s sexual.
“Hi, are you here by yourself?” I break my gaze from the waterfall to see who the angelic voice belongs to. A short petite woman with long light brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, small nose and a captivating smile stands a few feet in front of me, just off to my left. She’s wearing a red bikini top which hides a set of 34 B breast. She had a slim midsection and short blue shorts which top her toned legs.
A big smile forms on my lips as I say, “Hi, yes I am here myself I’m just relaxing. my name is Jonathan. I have not seen you here before. Is this your first time here?”
“HI, yes it is. My name is Melody. I moved here a few weeks ago. It is nice to meet you.” She says as she extends her small hands and I take it in mine. A sexual electricity flows from her hand to mine as my cock response with a pulse of excitement as it extends to its full hardness. “mind if I sit?” She asks. “No, not at all.” Melody licks her lips and her sparkling eyes burns down my body and focuses on my very noticeable hard on. She blushes and meets my eyes. “so where are you from?” she says. I smile, trying to keep my eyes on her sparkling blue eyes. “I live on Johnson Av, just through the woods.” I gesture to the woods behind us that face the waterfall. Melody gives a soft laugh “I live on heaven’s way. Not too far from you.”
My eyes roam down her body once again as my hard cock throbs to remind me that I haven’t had sex in a long time and that with her angelic voice, I wonder if she is a moaner or a screamer and tries to imagine what she would look like without all that clothing on. “Would you like to walk around the lake with me?” She asks in her perky voice. My eyes go back to hers and I smile, not saying a word, we both stand up and I let her get a few steps ahead of me so I can check out her ass and mmm what a nice ass and a pair of legs she has. Muscular cavs, well toned upper legs leading up to a small and I can only imagine, a firm ass from all the walking she does. My hard cock throbs in approval as it begins to ooz pre-cum, hoping to bend her over the bench and fuck her brains out from behind. She turns towards me with a grin, as if she had caught me checking out her cute ass and I just smile back.
We begin to walk along the water’s edge. She tells me that she is 27 years old, is a teacher, and is single. My cock likes the sound of that as it nods it’s approval. I tell her a bit about myself. I am 32 years old, a carpenter by day and a security guard at a local dance hall at night during the weekend .
She looks at me blushing and says “A carpenter? So that’s where you got your incredible hulk muscles from.” I laugh and say “incredible hulk? Hardly.” I look at her and she is still blushing as she smiles back at me.
What happened next, made me feel like a schoolboy in a dream as she reaches to hold my hand in hers. Her soft and silky skin sends sexual electricity through my body and especially to my painfully throbbing cock. We walk a quarter the way around the lake holding hands and not saying a word. It wasn’t an awkward silence but rather a peaceful calmness which surrounds the intense sexual feelings which is passing to and from our bodies through our conjoined hands.
She stops abruptly and squeezes my hand to get me to stop too. I face her and I am captivated by her beauty outlined by the water which falls a few feet behind her. I can feel the mist from the water fall. It feels good against my red hot body. She moves so she is facing me and puts her free left hand on my right shoulder, smiles and then all in a blink, she is on her toes and pressing her lips against mine. A burning of lust like I have never known before rips through my body as her tongue is dancing with mine and my heartbeat accelerates.
She runs her hands down my muscular chest, over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. She pants as she runs a hand over my hard member and gently squeezes it. We both grown and then I pull myself from the awestruck mind freeze and put my arms around her, running my hands down her smooth back to cup her firm ass. I can hear her soft moans just over the sound of the waterfall. I’m not sure I can get any more turned on.
She undoes my shorts and pushes them down along with my underwear, She groans in appreciation as she raps her little fingers around it before dropping to her knees and before I know what she’s doing, my throbbing hard cock is wrapped around her lips and being pulled into her hot, wet mouth while the underside of my hard cock is being butterflied by her tongue. I grown out loud and she looks up at me with her lust filled eyes, knowing what I need.
I run my fingers through her silky main as she is slowly bobbing her head. I let out a grown from my toes as my head is thrown back and I arch my back and grip her hair a bit tighter. She stops bobbing, and moves a hand to my balls where she tickles it gently with her fingernails. I look down at this angel opening my eyes to this beauty staring right back at me with a grin around my hard cock. She pulls her head back with a pop and my pulsing hard cock waves freely.
Melody stands up and takes a step backwards and with a grin on her face and lust burning in her eyes, she slips her bikini top off and tosses it on the ground next to me.
I have seen plenty of tits in my life and these are up there with the perfect ones. Her boobs are small and perky, standing out away from her chest without a sag. Her nipples are small and pointy. They’re just begging me to suck them.
I reach a hand out but she twirls away giggling, and with a knowing grin says “not just yet big boy, I got more to show you.”
She puts her thumb in the waistband of her shorts and seductively sways her hips, teasing both of my heads. She pushes her blue shorts down and they fall to her feet. I let out a gasp as she steps out of them and is left with this red almost nothing of a bikini bottom, barely covering her charms. I notice a strip of dark red, letting me know that she is wet for me. I feel a lustful ache in my lower stomach and a strong pulse from my hard cock in approval.
She does a half spin so she is facing away from me. My eyes dart right to her tight ass covered by a few strings. After a long stare, my eyes travel down her legs and back up them to her silky smooth back. and finally back to her looking over her shoulder at me with that grin still on her lips. We lock eyes for a long second and she breaks it by bending forward and her hands on her hips and she grinds her ass in the air at me. I do all I can not to reach out and grab her hips and grind my hard cock against her ass. She slowly, very slowly pushes the string down her legs leaving her perfect body naked to my eyes.
She stands up, keeping her back to me and puts her hands back on her hips and shakes her hips, showing off her cute ass.
I can’t take it anymore and I step up behind her and put my arms around her, my painfully hard cock resting between her ass cheeks as my arms go around her and cup her breast. She moans out loud in her own approval. I kiss behind her ear and she shakes as a sexual chill runs from her tits to her pussy. I nibble on her ear and breathlessly say “you are a fucking tease. I am going to fuck your brains out till you beg me to stop.” I make my point by sucking hard on her earlobe. She responds with a lustful moan and her body is starting to go limp in my arms.
I lay her down on the soft grass. towering over her, my eyes take in this sight of beauty. I see her pussy for the first time. She is shaven bare except for a patch of hair just above her slit which is shaped into a heart. Her pussy is puffy and a dark shade of pink as she is dripping her love juice. I kneel between her legs and lean over her. She raps her arms around my back and I kiss her passionately as I trace her breast with my fingers. My thumbs find the pointy tips of her nipples and rub them gently. She is moaning and squirming beneath me. I kiss down her throat and she lets out a throaty cry of need. I continue to kiss down to her small grapefruit size breast and I lick around her right breast, being careful not to touch her nipple while I squeeze and gently caress the underside of her other breast. I bring my tongue within centimeters of her nipples and then I move my lips to her other breast and play with the right one. However, this time I am not so gentle. I squeeze a bit harder on her right breast and rub her nipple between my thumb and index finger while using my teeth to graze her left nipple. Sucking on it and teasing it with my tongue. She arches her back, grips my head and mashes my face into her warm breast. She lets out a low grown and she flops back to the grass beneath her. I guess she just had an orgasm.
I kiss down her stomach and kiss her heart patch and I smell her sex. It drives me crazy but I hold back my desire from diving my tongue into her horny pussy. I spread her legs and alternate kissing down her inner thighs. With each kiss she lets out a soft per. I glance up to see her lustful eyes staring right into mine as her fingers are playing with her own breast. I kiss down to her knees than travel back up her inner thighs with long licks of my tongue. Her hips are squirming, almost like a dance. I am now within an inch of her love tunnel. Her sexual sent envelops my nose once again and I am feeling high. I look right into her eyes once again to see her begging me, pleading with me to stop teasing with her. Her desire is burning hotly through her body. I look down at her pussy and I see that of a waterfall as her love juices are freely flowing from deep in her pussy, down the crack of her ass to pool in the grass beneath her.
I put my hands on her inner thighs and spread them a bit further and I lick the crease between her left leg and her pussy, tasting her sweet honey, making her squirm. I do the same to her other leg. She tries to sneak a hand down to caress her own pussy, but I quickly catch her hand in mine and rest it upon her stomach. I look up to her begging eyes and I grin knowingly. I look back down at her pussy. I study for a few seconds. Her clit is red and swollen. Her lips are bloomed and her waterfall is still flowing with warm nectar.
I gently lick at her clit. Her entire body gives an involuntary thrust. I flatten my tongue and lick at her clit a few more times. Each time eliciting a loud moan and a thrust of her hips. I put my lips around her clit and give a quick suck. She nearly bucks me off of her with the thrust of her hips off the ground. I release her hand and put a hand on either side of her hips, holding her down. She puts her hands on the back of my head, trying to push my head up her pussy. I move my tongue down though and lick along her inner lips. She is letting out moans after moans as she tries to move her hips. “please, I need you. Stop teasing me. Oh please just, oh please, just, just fuck me” She says pitifully.
I grin up at her, push my tongue up her flowing pussy. Tasting her sweet honey as she whimpers and moans. I lick her clit again. Once again sending a shock of sexual electricity to her nipples and her brain. I kiss up her belly to her chest where I give a quick lick and suck of each nipple which rewards me with a moan. I kiss between her breast, licking up the beads of sweat that runs down. Kissing up her throat to her lips. I release her hands from my grasp.
One of her hands move to the back of my head, pressing down as she hungrily sucks on my tongue. Her other hand grabs my rock hard cock and she puts the head into her tight, wet, hot pussy. We moan into each other’s mouths. The feeling is heavenly. I kiss her back, and her hands move to my back in a tight embrace. I slowly move my cock in her, slowly moving the first couple of inches in and out, feeling every muscle within her velvety walls as they squeeze me lovingly. I grown as the sensation is just exquisite.
We break the kiss and I look deep into her eyes, past the sparkling blue to see something I never seen before, something I only hear about. I see that of true love in her eyes.
I slowly push my cock all the way into her. Feeling the scents that this is more than just sex. I kiss her lips softly. I rest my chin on her shoulder so we are cheek to cheek. I can smell her green apple shampoo mixed with the scent of the earth below us. I whisper in her ear…”Melody, I love you”
Melody responds by crossing her legs behind my back and resting her heals on my ass and with a soft moan of mmm, she pushes her heals down while thrusting up, somehow pushing my cock even deeper into her tight cavern. I slide my hand under her shoulders. Lifting my head from her shoulder, I look into her lust filled eyes and give her a tender kiss on her panting lips. I slowly pull almost all the way out before gripping her shoulders and slam into her to the hilt. She lets out a cry of joy while her pussy vibrates around me. I pull back and thrust back into her juicy pussy and she lets out another moan. I pull back again and slowly, very slowly, push in, inch, by, inch. She humps up, trying to get me deep in her again but I just move with her, not letting myself go any further into her. I kiss her lips again before I continue to slowly push into her, inch, by, inch. I can feel the cool air slowly being replaced by the hot moist cavern. When I am once again in her all the way, I pull back and push back in. I move in and out as she smiles, knowing the teasing is over and she is matching my thrusts with that of her own. I never want to move from this sweet spot. She is teasing me by randomly squeezing her pussy muscles, milking my cock and singing the sweetest melody of love into my ear.
I lift my upper body, supporting myself on my extended arms, looking down at her perfect body beneath me. Her cute breast covered with a layer of perspiration topped by hard nipples. Her kissable lips formed into a perfect O, alternating sounds of moans and gasps. Her eyes are closed with a concentrated look on her face. I hope I am who she is seeing behind her eyelids.
We find a nice rhythm and we move as one. Sliding in and out my hard cock rubs against her wet pussy walls and we continue to hold each other tight. I can feel her nice breast pressing against my chest. I slow down and she opens her eyes. I grin down at her and kiss her lips. I say in a husky voice, “I want you doggy.” She grins up at me then uncrosses her legs and puts them on the ground. I slowly pullout with a wet pop. She quickly turns over and lifts her cute ass at me. I slap her ass and she lets out a yelp and then she giggles. I rub her ass with my hands and placing my knees between hers, causing her legs to spread wider. I rub the head of my rock hard cock, up and down the crack of her ass. She giggles again and says “not there silly, lower.” I find her juicy pussy and slide in. Her pussy feels a bit different. It is still hot and wet and tight but it grips me differently. I grip her hips and slowly saw in and out of her. She is bucking back at me and she is tossing her head side to side moaning out “oh baby that feels so good. You are reaching all the right spots. Mmm please, go faster oh please faster baby.” I oblige, and grip her hips a bit tighter and pound deep into her. “you like that baby?” I groan out. “You like me fucking your tight pussy?” “oh yes, fuck me oh god yes. I am going to cum soon. Keep going baby oh fuck yes” I turn up the heat as I pull her hips into me with every thrust. “Is this what you want baby? Uh! Uh! Uh!” “Oh my god! I am going to cum! Keep going! Keep going! Oh fuck yeeessss!!”I feel her pussy contract around my cock. And I can’t hold on any longer. “baby I am going to cum too! Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her back arches and she lets out a high pitch moan then as if her body is convulsing, she is racked with a second and stronger orgasm as her body moves wildly. I slow down and keep pumping till I go soft within her. Then her body falls heavily to the soft grass panting. I let go of her hips and sit back, watching our combined juices flow from her gaping dark pink pussy as I try to catch my own breath.
After some time passing, she roles onto her back and smiles up at me with that after sex glow on her face and a huge smile on her lips. I had to laugh a little, She had grass stains on her knees, breast, forearms and forehead. She even has grass in her hair. She grins and says “what’s so funny?” I laugh again and say “you look silly with all that grass on you.” She looks down her body and giggles. “good thing there is a lake we can watch off in.” She says while glancing at the beautiful waterfall.
I stand up, contented and a bit weak on my feet and go around gathering up our clothes. She slowly gets to her feet and with our clothes in one arm, I put my arms around her with the other and we walk bare to the day’s air to the shallow side of the lake. I set our stuff on the bench which she first saw me sitting on. Turning around to face the water, I can only describe what I saw as heaven. This beautiful woman standing naked with the waterfall behind her and the sun shining brightly upon this perfect picture.
“hello? Are you there?” she says with a giggle. I break from my trans to smile back at her. “I’ll beat you into the water” she says while turning around and heads towards the lake. I walk slowly, admiring her body from behind. Just as she reaches the water, she turns her head and with a grin says “like the view?” She giggles again and walks into the water. I walk fast, splashing as I catch up with her. And wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing the back of her neck. She giggles again and says “haven’t you had enough fun for one day?” I reach a hand down to cup some water than letting it fall upon her breast, washing off the grass. “I’m just helping you wash off. That’s all.” I say before kissing behind her right ear. “mmm, I’m sure that’s all you are thinking about.” She says with a sarcastic tone. I put more water in my hands and rub her cute tummy. She giggles once again as the cool water meets her sun baked skin. She pulls away from me and turns around with a grin on her lips and a sparkle in her eyes. “I think I should wash you off now.” I look down at my body to see if there is any grass on me and she splashes me. I lunge forward with her screeching and trying to get away but I tackle her, and we both go under water. She comes up laughing and trying to swim away but I grab her ankle and gently pull her back to me. We end up face to face with the water just up to her shoulders, I lean forward and we embrace under water while sharing a long kiss.
I tilt my head up and say “I think it is pretty close to noon time. I should be heading home. My mother is probably calling for me.” She laughs and pushes on my chest, pushing me back a bit. “I don’t think your mother is calling you.” Then with a sad face she says “But I guess it is time to head home.” She comes close to me and gives me a tight hug under water and a soft kiss on my lips. I hold her against me and rub her back. She lays her head on my shoulder. “I don’t want to leave.” She says with a sad voice. I kiss her forehead and say “melody, this is only the beginning. I love you.” She lifts her head off of my shoulder. A smile shines on her face again and the sparkle gleams in her eyes as she gives me a kiss and says “I love you too.”

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Fantasm

Abucted Cheerleaders

It was Friday night after the football game. Gina and I were waiting for my Mom to pick us up in front of the school. It was getting late and we were the only ones left. It was not like Mom to be late. Gina and I were seniors at Grant High School and we both turned eighteen this past September. We were excited that we made the varsity cheerleader squad this year. We were dressed in our little navy blue, gold, and white uniforms over gold panties, which we girls affectionately refereed to as “goldies.” Although our tops were made of a warm knitted material and had long sleeves we began to feel cold as it got later.
Gina was a slim, petite girl. She had long light brown hair, which she wore in a ponytail, and she had soft blue eyes. Her skin was unblemished and she had full, bee sting lips. She had a small bosom and a perfectly round little ass. As for me, I stood about three inches taller than Gina and had little more meat on my bones. I was a buxom brunette with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes. My hair was thick and full, which I liked to leave down and natural. I developed early and was blessed with large breasts, which the boys loved to stare at. I had a nice hourglass figure. My hips were a bit wide and I had full, yet firm butt. I was not fat, or even plump by any means, but my blue and gold pleated uniform skirt draped over and barely covered the slightly pronounced curve of my behind. The boys loved to watch my ass when I cheered.
I searched my purse for some change to give Mom a call at the payphone nearby. I scrounged up thirty-five cents and as I picked up the receiver of the payphone, I spotted Mom’s white mini-van coming down the street. There was a dark, shadowy figure next to her in the passenger seat. As she came closer, I saw that it was a man. He wore dark sunglasses, which was peculiar being that it was so late at night.
“Beth, who is that guy with your Mom?” Gina asked.
“I have no idea. I never saw him before in my life.”
Mom pulled up and unlocked the sliding side door. She did not get out to open the door like she usually did. Mom looked kind of nervous. I slid open the door and Gina and I hopped in the back seat of the van. I sat behind Mom and slid the door closed. Mom was still dressed in her work attire. She had on a black knee length skirt and a red, long sleeved, silk blouse. With the exception of her long bangs, her lovely dark brown hair was pulled back in a bun. It appeared to be mussed up though. Mom was meticulous about her appearance and would not be caught dead in public looking so shabbily. She usually made it a habit to wear pantyhose or stockings when she wore dresses or skirts, but her smooth shapely legs were bare. Mom was thirty-nine years old, but she was still attractive a youthful looking. People always mistook us for sisters. Her hair was thinner and shorter than mine was and she had big, beautiful, brown eyes. She had a smaller frame than I did. I was slightly taller than she was, but like me, she was well endowed on top. I guess I inherited my large boobs from her.
Mom turned back to me as I fastened my seatbelt. “Beth, this is my cousin Joe from Chicago.” Said Mom nervously, “He-he was in town and happened to stop by for a surprise visit.”
“Hi cousin Joe.” I said. He nodded and did not speak.
“Hello Joe, I’m Gina, Beth’s friend.” Said Gina politely. Joe rudely ignored her. Gina looked over at me with a raised brow. I was sure she greeted him loud enough for him to hear her. I never knew Mom had a cousin named Joe. We did have relatives in Chicago though. I guessed him to be a distant cousin and the way Mom was acting, I didn’t think the surprise visit was all that welcomed. He was a strange looking guy. He appeared to be about 45 years old. He was tall and husky, maybe 6′-4″ and 265 pounds. He had jet-black hair, which he slicked back and thick dark eyebrows. His complexion was ruddy and his face was severely pockmarked. He was dressed in a black trench coat, with the collar raised to partially cover his homely face. He clutched a black leather bag upon his lap. It was the type of a bag that an old fashioned doctor would carry while making house calls. I didn’t like the vibe I was getting from him.
Mom pulled away from the curb and drove down the street. She turned south on the main highway out of town. We lived in the opposite direction. Gina was going to sleep over our house that night. We drove along in awkward silence. Something was up.
“Mom? Where are we going?” I asked.
“Well dear…I have bring Joe to see a friend.” She glanced over at Joe with a worried expression. Joe nodded in agreement. He had his arms folded in front of him and beneath his left armpit I saw a shiny black cylindrical object. I looked closer and saw that it was the barrel of a revolver pointed at Mom! My heart jumped.
“Mom? W-what’s going on here?” I asked. Then Joe suddenly whipped around in his seat and thrust the gun between my parted knees. The front sight of the gun nicked the inside of my left knee. Instinctively, I slammed my legs shut. The barrel was cold as it came in contact with my warm inner thighs. It was pointed right at my crotch. I froze in complete shock.
“Listen here you little bitch! Shut up and do everything I say and no one will get hurt.” He yelled fiercely. The muscles in his face grew taught and veins bulged in his neck. I was shaking terribly and only managed to shake my head yes in acknowledgement. Gina stared in horror with her mouth agape. She was scared speechless. Joe pulled the gun away and poked it into Mom’s ribs. “Drive!” He shouted. Mom said nothing and obeyed by driving along the dark highway out of town.
We pulled into an old industrial complex several miles outside the city limits near the county line. We parked behind an abandoned warehouse that used to house a machine shop. Joe ordered us out of the van and took us into the warehouse. Once inside, he closed the heavy door and latched it behind him. He placed a heavy lock on the latch and secured it. We were now locked in this dark and eerily empty warehouse with this crazed maniac. We were miles away from the nearest home, farm, or business. And with Joe armed with a gun, screaming or running would have been futile.
The warehouse was cold and damp. It smelled musty and dirty. The interior was dark and grimy. Trash, debris, rusted machinery, discarded tools and empty beer cans littered the area. Rats could be heard scurrying about. Gina shrieked as one ran across her foot. Joe brought us to the main floor, where he turned on a small desk lamp that stood on a metal table. It had no lampshade and the dusty old bulb dispersed a dingy yellow light throughout a small section of the main warehouse floor. Here, Joe pulled out thin leather straps from his doctor bag and ordered Mom to tie me and Gina’s hands in front of us. She secured us tightly as Joe supervised. Mom begged Joe to do what he wanted with her, but to leave us girls alone. He responded with a swift back handed slap to her cheek. She stumbled back and put a hand up to her face. She began to weep at the hopelessness of the situation.
Joe roughly grabbed Mom and spun her around. He quickly looped and tied a thin rope around her wrists, binding her hands behind her back. He pushed her down into a nearby metal folding chair and tied a cloth gag over her mouth. He took a long leather strap, looped through her arms, pulling her elbows closer together. Then he ran the strap through the open back of the chair, tying her arms tightly to the chair. He pulled some masking tape out of his bag and taped Mom’s ankles to the front legs of the chair. This forced her legs open and I could see under her skirt. She was not wearing panties, as her dark bush was fully visible. I was close enough to detect what looked like clear dried secretions on her upper, inner thighs. It was dried up semen. Did this guy already rape Mom? Mom was divorced for several years and she was not currently dating anyone, so I doubt if she had had consensual sex prior to this. I wondered how she had come across this creep.
Joe turned his attention toward Gina and me. He took two pairs of panties out of his bag and shoved a pair into my mouth. I could tell by the style and color that the underwear belonged to my mother. He placed tape over my mouth. He gagged Gina in a similar manner. Then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to an area of the warehouse that had a pair of electrical hoists with thick chains that dropped down from the steel beam in the ceiling. Large hooks with clasp enclosures dangled at the bottom of heavy-duty chains that fed down from the hoists. With a hand held push button control, Joe could raise and lower the hooks and will. He clicked a button and a hook slowly descended from the ceiling. It stopped a few feet above my head. Joe grabbed my bound wrists, lifted them up and hooked the leather straps onto the heavy metal hook. The spring-loaded clasp locked my strapped wrists into the hook. I had to stand on tiptoes to relieve some of the pain forming in my shoulders and upper back, as I was partially suspended from the hook. He did the same to Gina
Joe clicked two buttons, which sent Gina and I up and away. He raised us a few feet off the floor. It was quite uncomfortable being suspended like we were. The hoists were on a single steel rail, which ran along a beam in the ceiling. Greased rollers on the main hoist mechanism latched onto the steel beam, which allowed the hoists to be pulled across the warehouse floor. Joe dragged us along and brought us closer to Mom, who was still seated in folding chair. She was struggling to free herself. She stopped and looked in horror as she saw Gina and me raised off the floor and swinging from a pair of hoists.
Joe noticed Mom trying to free herself. He became angry. “I will teach you to try to get away from me bitch!” He growled as he moved quickly toward my mother. He tore open the front of her silky blouse, stripped the garment off her body and threw it aside. He grabbed the front of her lacey white bra and pulled his hand down forcefully, tearing it off her body cleanly. Her heavy, full bosoms flopped downward onto her chest. Her nipples hardened slightly in the cold damp air. Joe placed his face into Mom’s chest and began to wildly lick her blooming breasts. He nibbled at her nipples and bit into the soft white flesh outside her areolas. Joe stood up and began to slap Mom’s breast about. She screamed into her gag and writhed with every sharp stinging blow. Joe stopped only to remove his thick black leather belt from his pants and resumed his assault with frenzied whips to her tenderized boobs. Her brutalized breasts turned a bright pink with a combination of hand shaped and strap shaped welts. Mom shut her eyes tight and her feet danced up and down nervously although they were tightly bound the chair leg. She shook her knees inward and outward as if she had to pee. After about a hundred strokes of the belt, Joe stopped the wild punishment of Mom’s breasts.
He reached into an evil bag of tricks and pulled out a hard white plastic vibrator. It was an eight-inch, phallic shaped model with a smooth, narrow tip. It buzzed as he turned it on. Joe shoved it against Mom’s exposed snatch and worked it into her vagina. Mom raised her hips and jumped in her seat. He worked it in and out of her pussy for a few minutes. Mom trembled and quaked in her seat, moaning into the cloth over her mouth. After a few minutes of this, I heard her scream into her gag as she came in a cascading orgasm. Mom slumped down into her seat and appeared to be relishing the moment of the release of sexual tension. Joe shoved the vibrator deep into her pussy and left it there. It rattled loudly on the metallic seat of the folding chair. Mom would press her thighs together occasionally. This muffled the rattling sound. Joe took a pair of wooden clothespins from his bag and clamped them onto her erect nipples. Mom moaned intensely and wiggled in her seat. She opened her legs then pressed her thighs firmly together. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation. It seemed that Mom was on her way to a multi-orgasmic adventure. I felt a tingling sensation deep in my pussy as I saw the horrific yet strangely erotic sight of my mother’s pussy being violated and fulfilled by machinery at the same time.
Joe folded his belt in his hand and came over to me. He lowered my hoist a few inches so that my feet could reach the floor if I stood on tiptoes. He pulled me over to a stainless steel table. He centered the hoist over the center of the table. This forced me to bend forward over it. My short cheerleader skirt rose up, showing off my butt. The bottoms of my gold panties peeked out from under the pleated skirt. Joe flipped the skirt onto my back and stood back. He wound up and cracked me hard on my ass with his belt. I sang out a muffled scream into the rolled up ball of panties crammed into my mouth. It was a hard biting sting that cut across by sensitive ass cheeks. Joe twisted back and smacked me again, nearly in the same spot. Again, the sting was sharp and hot. Joe began to whip my ass with the same intensity that he used on Mom’s tits. After a half a minute my ass began to burn and throb. The pain was real and intense, but it was affecting me in a strange way. I actually began to get turned on. Wetness welled up inside me and my panties became quite moist. The pain began to subside and numbing set in. A warm, good feeling overcame the hurt. I could not believe it. I was finding pleasure in pain. What kind of sick person was I? The sensation was incredible though. Part of me wanted him to stop, but a part of me wanted more and more!
Joe stopped whipping me after what seemed like a 100 to 150 cracks on the ass. My butt was on fire when he finished. He twisted me around to face him. My ass came in contact with the cold steel of the table. The coolness soothed my aching, burning cheeks. Joe lifted my knit top and pushed my white sports bra over my plump boobs. They dangled there helpless and vulnerable. Joe left me there for a moment to retrieve a black leather riding crop from his bag of pain. He whipped it against the palm of his bare hand. He grinned crookedly beneath his dark glasses as he approached me. Without a word of warning, he proceeded to whip my breasts with the riding crop. He used rapid sidestrokes and backstrokes. Like my ass, my tender soft breast flesh stung at first. The pain gave away to heat, which in turn gave way to a dull ache, then numbness. My nipples got extremely erect. When Joe saw this, he directed his assault on them. Again, my experience in pain was exhilarating and pleasurable. Joe stopped after several minutes, either out of exhaustion or boredom. He turned his evil hand toward Gina.
Joe raised Gina up two more feet to a point where her groin was level to his head. He reached up under Gina’s skirt and lowered her goldies and her white cotton panties, which she concealed beneath her gold uniform briefs. He stripped her underwear from her dangling feet and dropped them on the floor. He raised her back up and began to pet Gina’s soft furry muff. He stuck his fingers into her pussy as she squirmed and twisted on the hook. Joe stepped away and disappeared into the darkness. He returned moments later with an old push broom with a long wooden handle. He lubed the rounded tip of the handle with petroleum jelly, which he produced from his bag. He propped the broom up against Gina’s leg and measured. He raised Gina up a few more inches, then positioned the broom just under her crotch. He lowered her down to a point where the greased tip of the broom handle was about to breech the opening of her virginal vagina. Fear overcame her face. Her eyes were wide and she shook like a panicky fish on a hook. She tried kicking her legs at Joe, but he deflected the blows easily and managed to lower the hoist, easing Gina’s body onto the upright broom. She hung there with her pussy skewered onto the broom. The top five inches of the broomstick disappeared into her snatch. The sight was incredibly bizarre and Gina looked like a cheerleader flavored Popsicle.
Gina struggled some more at this unwelcome intrusion, forcing the broom handle in another inch. Joe just stood back and watched as Gina finally gave up her struggles. After she was finally still, he stepped forward and licked the stick just inches below Gina and worked his way up to her pussy. His tongue swirled around the point of entry and then ventured on to her budding clitoris. He flicked away at her clit with his darting tongue. Joe dropped his pants and kicked them to the side. He began stroking an enormous erection as he licked Gina’s sweet, young pussy. After several minutes, Gina began to hyperventilate and shudder. I could not tell if she was in pain or in ecstasy. The facial expressions were too similar. He stood there working on her clit with his tongue for ten minutes, whereupon she came with three heaving sighs.
Joe came back to punish me some more. His ten-inch cock poked out from his dark trench coat. It was as fierce looking as the gun he pointed at my pussy earlier. He knelt down and pulled off my goldies and my white shiny nylon panties simultaneously. He picked them up and inhaled the crotch of my underwear. He smiled, as he liked my fresh young womanly scent. He walked over to Mom and draped my undies over her head to taunt her. She struggled weakly against her bonds causing the vibrator to slide out of her pussy a little. He smiled a little, then roughly jammed the dildo back into her pussy in one quick motion. Realizing that there was nothing she could do for me, she began to enjoy the dildo once again.
Joe came back over to me, stopping to make another trip to his black bag. He pulled out a small shiny object that looked like a tie clip. It had a thick black string with a purple feather attached to it. Upon a closer look, I saw that it was a metal clamp with serrated teeth. I recognized it as a “roach clip”, an instrument used by marijuana smokers to hold their depleted joints in place without burning their fingers. Joe lifted my skirt and searched for my snatch. He rubbed his hand over my muff and felt around for my clit. Once he located it, he placed the clamp onto the extremely sensitive tissue that formed my love button. The searing pain coursed through my body as the clamp bit down onto my tender and swollen clit. I pressed my thighs tightly together as a reflexive response. I began to breathe heavily and tried to focus on putting the pain out of my head. The rapid breathing helped and the pain subsided as I tried to relax and just accept it. The pain caused blood to flow to my clit and it throbbed and pulsated through the sharp tight teeth of the clip. An overwhelming urge to urinate came over me. I was tempted to let my golden river flow, but I decided to hold it in. The pressure was intense.
Just then, Joe twirled me away from him. He raised my skirt and spanked my bare sore bottom with his hand. I jumped and slammed my knees together in shock. My clenched thighs pulled at the clip attached to my clit causing a wave of pain to shoot deep into my pussy. He continued to spank me vigorously for brief thirty seconds. When he was done, he grabbed onto my lower legs and lifted them up. This transfer of weight pulled painfully on my already tight and sore shoulders and back as my arms hung from the hook. With the exception of my raised arms, my body was parallel with and facing the floor. Joe cupped his hands on the front of my thighs, just above the knees. He held me there in place as he stuck his huge cock into my pussy from behind. He pulled my legs toward him causing me to swing and collide into his pubic arch. His stone hard cock filled my tight pussy to the bursting point as he mounted me “wheel barrel style.” Unlike Gina, I lost my virginity a week after my 18th birthday, when Brian Davis, the varsity quarterback popped my cherry in the back of his van. I had a few guys since then, so I felt I would be more prepared and not get startled when a man’s penis penetrated my pussy. But Joe’s length and width was too overwhelming and coupled with the quick and unusual manner he took me, I was caught totally off guard.
Joe swung me and fucked me with all his might. He slammed me hard onto his rigid groin piercing me continuously with his stiff rod. The sexual action rubbed and pulled at the clamp biting into my clit. It stung like a mad hornet, but it hurt so good. The friction occurring within my vaginal walls caused a burning sensation that drove me completely bonkers. I wiggled and arched my back as I swung to and fro, bouncing off Joe’s bumping pelvis. My vaginal juices got flowing and slathered all over his prick. Wetness seeped out of my pussy and saturated my muff and upper thighs. Joe flooded my pussy with a barrage of cum as he climaxed. Unfortunately, he pulled out before I could cum. I was so close too, and he very well knew it. This was all part of his torturous game. After doing his business, he dropped my legs and left me to dangle on the hook. My legs were weak and wobbly.
Joe went over to Gina again. She was still impaled on the broomstick. He raised the hoist, lifted her off the stick and tossed it aside. He took his belt and wrapped it tightly around Gina’s ankles, binding them together. He lowered her to the floor. She felt relieved as her feet touched the ground taking the pressure off her shoulders, arms and back. Her relief would only be temporary, as she was soon to find out. Joe took Gina’s bound wrists off the hook. Then he lowered it until it was about three feet from the floor. He forced Gina to sit on the floor. He picked up her feet and fastened the belt around her ankles onto the hook. Her bare bottom was exposed as she raised her legs. Joe clicked the control button and slowly raised Gina’s hoist. She was hoisted up into the air and dangled upside down. Her skirt hung upside down exposing her cute little ass. Once her ass reached the level of Joe’s head, he stopped the hoist. Joe spun Gina around allowing a frontal view, albeit an upside down view, of her slender, youthful, and very exposed lower body.
Joe stood in front of the topsy-turvy Gina. Her face was down at his naked groin and her pussy was at his face. He removed her gag and forced his cock into her mouth. He made her clean his wet and still swollen shaft with her mouth as he buried his nose into the bottom tip of her pubic triangle. He breathed her in as he wrapped his left arm around her ass. He pulled her toward him sending her soft mound into his mouth. He stuck his tongue into her inverted snatch and ate her out, while Gina sucked his dick while being suspended upside down. They remained in this awkward position for several minutes. Joe pulled out and shot streaks of cum all over Gina’s face, chin, and throat. He left her dangling inverted over the floor.
Joe knelt down and searched his voluminous bag for more toys. He emerged with another vibrator; identical to the one crammed into Mom’s slit. He turned it on and walked over to me. He raised my hoist higher, taking my feet at least three feet off the floor. He inserted the vibrator into my violated pussy and shoved it in deep. The oscillating vibrator was a unique to me. I never used one before and the feeling was incredible. Joe took my panties from Mom’s head and put them back on me, securing the vibrator in place. The hard plastic phallus shook rapidly in my snatch and buzzed in my panties. I came within seconds. Moments later, I came again. I was going crazy! The feeling was great. Like Mom, I was on my way to a multi-orgasmic experience of my own. The dildo made up for Joe leaving me high and dry after fucking me like he was driving a hanging wheel barrel with his prick.
Joe returned to Gina. He lowered her hoist and helped her down to the floor. He unhooked her legs from the hoist and removed his belt from her ankles. He raised Raising the hoist, he once again hung her by her wrists. Gina was raised off the floor a second time and Joe pulled her over to a dismantled conveyor belt table. He made sure I could see what he was about to do to her, even giving me a sadistic wink as he rubbed her hairy snatch. There were two scaffolding frames on either side of the table. Joe widened the distance between the two frames. He dragged Gina and positioned her directly over the table. He lowered her a little. Then he took each foot and stretched her legs out, tying her ankles to cross-sections of each opposing scaffold frame. Gina was stretched spread eagle over the conveyor belt table. Joe laid upon the center slot of the table facing up at Gina. His cock was hard, poised, and ready.
“I hear cheerleaders are good at doing the splits.” Joe said breaking a long silence, “You look like you would be good at it.” He grinned up at her.
“No! Please don’t! I’m a virgin.” Gina pleaded for her innocence.
“Right.” Joe said sarcastically, “All you cheerleaders are whores. Time to do the splits baby doll.” He lowered the hoist.
”Nooooo! It will hurt!” Gina screamed. Joe continued to lower Gina and her legs spread wide over his supine body. Her legs were in a full split as her stretched out virginal pussy hovered a centimeter away from the tip of Joe’s penis. Although her body weight pushed her downward, her slender legs could not stretch any further. Frustrated, Joe got off the table and searched for something that would help raise his body or lower hers. He found a wooden pallet and laid it down across the table. This would raise him nearly a foot from the slot in the table. He climbed on the table and slid himself between the pallet and Gina’s wide-open snatch. Once in position, he pressed his cock against her labia. Gina tried to squirm and protest, but she was stuck. He thrust his hips upward and penetrated her tight box. Joe had ventured where no man had gone before and he took Gina’s treasured virginity. He fucked her as she did the splits over him. The whole scene looked like some sort of bizarre circus act. I felt bad for Gina that she had to loose her virginity to this dark, sadistic creep, especially in this weird and non-consensual manner. He pounded her from below, which caused her pert little breasts to bounce up and down. Her petite pussy was stuffed with Joe’s huge cock. She screamed and groaned as he fucked her fiercely. But Gina panted and shouted for more! He was thoroughly punishing her little snatch. I was almost envious. Gina’s small-framed body rocked aggressively as she had an explosive orgasm. Joe shot his load of cum into her salacious snatch.
When he was done, Joe got up and untied Gina’s ankles. He helped her to get her feet down from the scaffolding and allowed her to stand upright on the table. Then he dragged her away from the table and lowered her to where her feet could touch the floor. Joe went back to his bag of tricks. He pulled out a cordless hand drill. I shuddered as I thought what he might have planned to do with it. Who would be his next victim?
Joe tested the drill by pulling the trigger twice. It was fully charged. There was no drill bid attached. He walked over to Mom and knelt down between her open legs. He yanked the still buzzing vibrator out of her vagina. He switched it off and tossed it into his bag. Joe took the drill and pointed the hard round rotating head at her mound with intentions of inserting it into her vagina. Although there was no drill bid, the thick rotating steelhead would tear her pussy to shreds. Things were going horribly wrong now. He teased Mom with short revs of the drill. Terror was struck in Mom’s eyes. Joe laughed menacingly as he leaned into her, ready to stick buzzing power tool in her. Suddenly, a loud banging sound was heard in the distance. It was loud enough for Joe to hear over the drill’s motor. He froze and listened. We heard voices. Someone was coming! Joe quickly put on his pants and gathered up his bag and ducked away into the darkness. I heard a door slam as he left. The voices drew near. They were men’s voices. They were laughing and joking.
I was shocked and embarrassed to see half of the starting offense of varsity football team staring up at me in astonishment. To make matters worse, Brian Davis led the pack. They came to the old abandoned warehouse to drink on weekends. And there I was, bound, gagged, and suspended in the air with a vibrator buzzing in my pussy. Then there was my Mom, sitting across from me, bound and gagged, with her snatch sticking out for everyone to see. Boy, was I embarrassed. But I was also relieved that the boys came to our rescue and scared off Joe. Brian was nice enough to help me down. He showed genuine concern, which served to minimize the embarrassment. The other boys helped and untied Mom and Gina. We explained to them that we were abducted and sexually assaulted. At first I thought the boys would show their immaturity and make light of the situation, but when they found out what happened, they were great. Of course, word got out all over school by the following Monday.
Mom told me that Joe broke into the house while she was at work. He jumped her in the kitchen as she came through the garage door. He raped her for several hours back at the house. He knew that no man was coming home. When Joe saw my cheerleading picture on the fireplace mantle, he inquired about me. Mom told him that I was her daughter and I was at the came. Then she slipped and told him that she was late to pick me up. Joe thought it would be worth his while to add a pair of high school cheerleaders to his sexual conquests and he ordered Mom at gunpoint to take him to the school and pick us up. She did not want us to go to the police because he knew where we lived.
Years later, I found out that Mom belonged to a BDSM club. I found out from Gina, who joined the same club a year after our ordeal in the warehouse. It all made sense after a while, because I would often see Mom come home with bruises and welts all about her body. She also had prescriptions for several pain medications. Gina would dress as a dominatrix and Mom did not recognize her. Mom was a “sub” according to what Gina told me. Gina also said that she saw Joe again at one of their gatherings. He was a member from the Chicago branch of the club and was just visiting. He hung out with Mom most of that night.

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Enchanted Panties

Kate finds a spell book through an antique shop and tries an animation spell just for fun, only to find herself bound and forced to cum over and over by her living underwear.

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School these days

Note: This is also a true story but it is way before Jeremy’s time, but it’s a story I thought I would share!
When I was a freshman was when I really started questioning my sexuality. I started looking at boys in a different way. Noticing their nice abs and how the muscles in their legs flexed when they walked and their perfect tans. I was on the cross country team and had lost a ton of weight and was developing a really nice six pack and I had brown hair and green eyes. I started to run for everything, stress, emotions, thinking, and even for fun.
There was always one boy that I paid particular attention too. His name was Aimes and I always had him in my sight. It was odd to me, there were plenty other guys that were so much more attractive, but he always stuck out. He was around 5’11 and I was 6’0. He had jet black hair that always had the perfect wave in it and he had crystal blue eyes. He had the perfect tan and greatest legs. He wasn’t ripped but had a well toned six pack and nice arm muscles.
Aimes was always a dick. Not to me but to everyone. He was so obsessed with being accepted that he would do anything. He was a chameleon and nobody knew who he was.
It was a little into the school year when I started really looking at him. We had no classes together but it seemed like I saw him everywhere! In the bathroom, in the hallway, in the lunch room, in the office. EVERYWHERE! At one point it was getting ridiculous.
I was in the hallway one day and I was putting books in my locker when Aimes came up to the locker next to me and opened it and began to put his stuff in. “Hey fag” he said, like he knew me. “I am your new locker buddy, I switched with bow legged Trina over there”. “Awesome” I replied and walked away, pissed that he talked to me like that and shy that the god I worshipped was right next to me.
As I stormed to the library I couldn’t help but have a half angry smile upon my face. As I went in the door I found the table in the farthest corner and pulled out my laptop and started typing notes for my next class. I looked up and there was a half hour left of lunch. Awesome.
I was typing in a really comfortable position, leaning back in my chair, when next thing I knew I was in the air and then on the floor. Fuck. I looked up to see Aimes snickering. He had kicked the back leg of the chair from behind. I got back up put my computer on the table, brushed my jeans off and then calmly said, “Thanks buddy” and sat down continuing my notes. Was it just me or was this douche following me and deliberately trying to make me murder him?
It was long after that that he was sitting across from me at the table. I looked up and his piercing blue eyes cut right through me. “What” I said, a little peeved. “Nothing, just admiring the view” my heart jumped. “What?” I asked a little out of breath. “Oh shut up and don’t get ahead of yourself faggot, I am only joking”. I threw my shit in my backpack and stood up. “I do not know what the fuck is wrong with you or what’s going on, but I have not said one word to you this year and do not fucking appreciate your shit. So if you have anything else to say to me, keep it in your fucking mouth”. He sat there stunned. I stormed out of the library and went to my next class to finish.
When I got home I did some homework and by the time I finished it was dark. I went to the wildlife park, put my ear buds in and started sprinting around the running course. I was still fuming and needed to cool down. When I started going around again, I dint slow down, I was still going full speed and wouldn’t stop. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was thinking “You should stop, you’ll be feeling this in the morning”, but I wouldn’t. I was breathing heavily and was still thinking.
Around half way through the loop I hit a rock, a big one. I flew into the air and rolled down a hill. I blacked out.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital with a broken leg, arm, broken ribs, and a concussion. I had rolled a long way and apparently rolled into someone’s backyard
At the bottom of the hill. They called the ambulance and I was out for a day. The next few days I was in the hospital and two weeks later I was wheeling around school in a wheelchair. Everybody pushed me around and signed my casts, the fake sympathetic shit that happens in high school.
One day I was wheeled too my locker when he came up. “How ya feeling?” “Great, not like you care.” I responded coldly. It was lunch. He wheeled me to the library, all the while I detested it. He wheeled me to the back table in the corner and sat down. “You have to stay? I said with venom in my words. “Look. After what happened that night and we all heard you were in the hospital, I thought that you might not be ok, and not come back. I mean, that was a pretty bad accident, and I didn’t want you too leave here with a negative image on me. I want to make it up to you and say sorry” I couldn’t believe it. He was being nice. “I don’t know dude, ill have to think about shit. Not just you, but everything.”
Two weeks later when I got both casts off and saved the casts and put them in my room, I hobbled around in my boot. It took me awhile to get around school, but I managed. I was at my locker and when I opened it a piece of paper fell out. I managed to catch it. It said “Come on” and a number. I put it in the back of my phone, not sure what to think.
A few weeks later when I was boot free and able bodied, I took the cast down from my shelf and examined the various scribbles on them. On jumped out that was on the leg cast. “Please get better soon, I am so sorry”-Aimes. I put it down and took a breath. I picked up my phone and texted him. “Let’s hang out” I said.
After that he and I spent a lot of time together. Going to movies, parties, hanging out at each others houses and what not. We became insuperable and I loved it. I began to look at him in a whole new way, I began to develop feelings. He was gorgeous, funny, and genuinely nice. I began to reveal the real him. He didn’t pretend around me.
One night he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I said yes. This was the first sleepover we had. When I got to his house we played video games, talked, and ate. Around 12:30, we went to his room and he climbed in bed. “Where should I sleep?” I said. He scooted over and patted the bed. “You sure? I can sleep on the floor” “No it’s ok, seriously dude.” I crawled in bed and had a devilish grin on my face, thank god the lights were out. I got on my side facing away from him. I have trouble falling asleep at other people’s houses.
At about 1 I began to drift off when Aimes began to stir. He rolled over and threw one leg over me and pulled me tight with his arm, kind of like a teddy bear. I was wide awake now. Another fifteen minutes went buy and I was breathing like I was asleep, I didn’t want to give myself away. He lifted his head, which was when I immediately shut my eyes. He looked over to see if I was asleep and then plopped back down, pulling me tighter.
After about another three minutes he began to breathe down my neck. He started slowly kissing up the side of my back and nibbled and kissed at my neck. My dick started to get hard but I continued to pretend to be asleep. “Heavy sleeper” he mumbled under his breath. “I like it” he said. His boner pressed through his boxers and I felt it through my boxers on my ass crack. He began to dry hump me and continued to suck my neck.
He got off me and rolled me on my back. I let my arm fall to the side as an asleep person does. He got on his knees and took my fallen arm. I heard material fall and I immediately knew he was naked. OH MY GOD! I thought. WHAT DO I DO? He lifted my arm, opened my limp hand, and placed it on his dick. The first thought that popped into my head was YES! IM BIGGER THAN HIM! His dick felt like it was 5 and a half inches, mine was 7 and a half hard. His dick arched upwards. He wrapped my hand around and humped my hand. His dick was warm and soft.
I don’t know why but the angle of his dick turned me on. I decided that any normal person would wake up by the feel of their arm being jerked and I slowly opened my eyes. “Wha?” I muttered lamely. “Oh shit” he said dropping my hand and ducking under the covers. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Nothing” he said. I rolled over on top of him and sat up. I pinned his arms on his sides and sat on his dick. His hard on pressed into my ass. “What were you doing” I asked more firmly. “I’m sorry I just think you are so hot and you looked so cute laying there. I wanted to be with you somehow” he blurted out. He turned beat red.
I was taken aback. I was so in love right now that I went right down on him and started making out with him furiously. He pulled me down and pulled me tight while his tongue slid against mine.
He kissed down my body taking a detour at my nipples, flicking his tongue over them. I was in ecstasy. He went down my abs and made no hesitation to tear off my boxers. He gaped at my seven and a half inch uncut cock. He muttered some words and took it right into my mouth. He bobbed up and down and moved his hand up and down at the same time. He had obviously down this before (although his blowjobs doesn’t compare to Jeremy’s) He kept bobbing up and down. He got off my dick and spat into his hand and rubbed it on his ass. He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. He leaned against the wall and said “Fuck me mark” “You sure” “As I will ever be” he said. He guided my dick to my butt and I gulped. He didn’t hesitate and shoved his ass backwards. My ass slid right into his tight hole and he moaned. He took my arms and put them around his stomach. I began to pump furiously taking no prisoners.
I fucked him standing up and my cock began to groan. My balls began to rise and I told him I was going to cum. He began to hump faster. I screamed as shot after shot of my come filled his ass. He turned around and made out with me he pulled off and pushed me on the bed. He fell on top of me and made out with me. He rolled over and said, my turn tomorrow! I laughed.
As we crawled into bed he rolled back over and cuddled me, kissing my neck.
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The Book Model

Julie, bored and lonely, decides to get a job posing for illustrations for a sex manual. Imagine her surprise when the male half of her team turns out to be her step brother! The photo session heats up and more develops than just photographs

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The Life of an Extra Ordinary Joe ch.2

Once again no sex but next chapter I’ll through something in for yall to have fun with. Till then last real backstory like chapter then the story kicks up so far with what I have written. Here we go chapter 2 of Average Joe which will be what I refer to the story as from here on out.Chapter 2How We Got the Ball Rolling
“bah jawsabala kajgaga la ooga ma nananana lalapalooozagalooga” I said as I saw her “ MY GODS! She’s the Aphrodite herself!” being what was meant to come out. But I guess that’s just one of those side effects of seeing a god in their true form or whatever the legends used to say because at this point I don’t even remember my own name. “gabalagalloboo” I exclaimed to Bart, Intending to say “THAT’S YOUR SISTER!!!”.
“hahaha, yep now stop drooling, I don’t want to think my new friend is really supposed to be on the smaller bus back there” he said, pointing to the ‘short bus’ at the back of the rows of buses behind us.
Any other time I probably would have given him a good punch to the kidney but at the present moment my attentions were elsewhere aka staring belligerently at Bart’s sister as she walked down to the back of the bus to say hi to her brother and meet his new ‘bus buddies’.
“Hi Bart looks like you’re making some nice new friends already” she said to her brother “Would you like to introduce me?”
“Oh yes hey sis umm… well this is Dirk the latest addition to the group I guess we all just met here on the bus you see other than my other new friend Joe and I who is on the football team now as well and is gonna be the big time superstar receiver’s back up so the one opposite of me hahahahaha.”
“Wait what hey hahahah alright Sure go ahead talk that smack when u can barely even keep up with me hahahahah” I bantered back at his statement that thankfully brought me out of my speaking rut for the moment.
“Oh well hi.” she said sticking out her hand to shake mind as I stupidly rushed into to shake hers as well leading to a very awkward handshake as she finished with “ My name is Shelly.”
“So you being a receiver and all I assume you’re already becoming pretty good friends with Brad…” she trailed off sadly as if this was extremely disconcerting news.
“Umm…NOOO!!!” I shouted in a disgruntled manner.
“Oh really!…” she said obviously excited by this fact ,“ I just thought-”
“Oh no no no, they don’t see eye to eye what so ever they have underlying personal issues.” Brat said quickly cutting her off.
“Oh I see like what?” she asked and thankfully Bart decided to ignore that one and get out of the seat we were sharing and moved into the one with Dirk so Shelly and I could share a seat.
As we sat there next to each other we began to talk. Our neighborhood was quite far from the school so we had nearly 30 minutes to talk to one another as the bus ride was under way. We somehow managed to get to the topic of how athletic she was and I started asking her why she didn’t do any school sports then and she shocked me.
“Well I’m kinda training for the Olympics for women’s soccer and I as of this moment am only 2 spots away from making the cut.”
“Wow.” I said astonished just staring at her
“Nice reaction there stud muffin.”
“Oh sorry” I said shyly as I averted my eyes.
“Hahaha its fine hot stuff.” she said jokingly.
We continued to talk and get to know one another and we began to realize how much we had in common. She loved the classics just like me! When I say classics I mean the ones that pertain to comedies such as Abbott and Costello and also the king of satire THE JEW MEL FREAKING BROOKS! There are not many who still respect such artistry with the bounds he was under with such constrained budgets and talent.
“So when are you going to jump up the last two spots?” I asked going back to our previous line of conversation.
Well right now someone would have to get hit by a bus but the coach says that if I work on my pk’s and my overall jumping and running height and speed that I could make the cut no problem because I have endless ball skills is what she told me I’m just currently lacking in the physical department because I don’t enjoy running alone to condition” she rambled but not in the overly confident or snobby way more like the disappointed unsure if she could ever make those steps way.
“Maybe you should run with Joe he’s really good he whoops me by miles” Bart exclaimed jumping in.
“well I wouldn’t say I’m all that gre…” I tried to play it down before being cut off by Shelly
“wait really he’s better than you I had finally just reached your level of running so maybe if I can reach where Joe is then I could make the team!” she exclaimed excitedly.
“Whoa hold your horses I’m almost positive Joe wasn’t running his fastest and didn’t want to be first by too much so I wouldn’t make such a large goal sis.” Bart said lowering her excitement.
“What do you mean? Just exactly how fast is he?” she questioned.
“Well I’d say it took me 47 minutes to run to tommy lees but Bart was a few tracks ahead of me and after words he said h had to stop and figure out where he was going twice” Bart tattled on me.
“Hey I said not to tell anybody I got lost man!” I exclaimed honestly this whole little detail may have skipped my mind earlier so I didn’t really want to relate it.
Then I saw Shelly doing or at least attempting for all I knew the math on the mile time I had been running. Then she whipped around and slapped her brother yell “Hey I knew you’d been holding back on me during our runs you little ass wipe!”
I just had to start laughing watching big Bart there get beaten up and cringe in fear at his little big sister moments like that are priceless.
Just then the bus slams us back into reality with its crappy bus brakes. We realize it’s our stop and she has to go in the opposite direction and I had invited over the guys on the bus, my new friends, to my house to chill. Just then Bart runs off with Dirk and says last one out has to walk his sister home while giving me a wink he grabs Dirk and runs off. I am alone with Shelly and get up and allow her to step out into the aisle and leave in front of me. Of course it was the courtesy in the 50s’ but maybe not so much anymore and I face palmed myself when she walked past in front giggling when she couldn’t see me. As we got off she stumbled and I caught her and it was just like one of those cheesy romantic chick flick movies and I even stared deep in her eyes and grew a husky voice and exuding lots of manliness grunted “ you okay there my little ballerina twirling and falling over yourself.” I winked to make her feel the humor in the statement and not make it too awkward. Of course regardless I felt like a total stud at that point for like a second before I realized I’m still a weird little nerd at heart.
As I lifted her back up and set her on her feet she grabbed my hand and held my hand the whole way to her house as I just tried to keep up conversation and not let my jaw hang down and drool too much as to avoid creeping her out. She was great though since she would call me out on it jokingly and give me reassuring winks that it was okay because she kinda liked me too apparently. After a few minutes of talking about anything and everything about ourselves we reached her house. I let go of her hand and watched as she walked up the steps as she fished out her keys. She unlocked the door opened it a tad and looked back. Even though I was looking right at her I wasn’t paying much attention to her head movement indicating to come in and follow her in.
“Are you coming in with me or not?” She whispered flirtatiously.
“Oh um is it alright with urn parents and stuff?”
“Well they aren’t here and won’t be for a couple hours but I’m sure they won’t mind”
“Well sure I’ll just text my parents and tell them I’m at a friend’s house and will be home in a couple hours.”
“Alright sounds good stud”
“Ha-ha alright” I said as I put away my phone after sending the text to my mother and father.
I’m just happy that at the end of the text I said I loved them both because I would have been even more torn up with the events that were to come if I hadn’t told them that…
Now I know this chapter is a lot shorter but it just so happens that I’ve written his one around ten times and kept losing it b not saving and just leaving it open like a klutz so in retrospect this is one of my many versions I didn’t like compared to the others but still you all need something to read so hell why not?!?!
(To be continued…? Please rate and comment and criticize all comments and concerns are reviewed by me. Comments on grammar and spelling will not be taken with head because I am not a professional writer nor do I plan to become one well maybe but not for another few decades till I have something worth writing about till then though here what ya get. Also if anyone has any suggestions those are always taken into considerations even though these first two really didn’t cause no one commented yet. RATE POSITIVELY)

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Do me a favor?

My name is Jason Johnson. I’m not really all that special. I have dark blue eyes and jet black hair and I’m sixteen. Being on the swim team gave me a lean athletic build with a nice set of abs I’m rather proud of. I’m still a virgin, mostly because I’m smart enough to not fuck every cheerleader that threw herself at me (Not that it wasn’t tempting). But enough about me, let me tell you about the girl who I eventually lost my virginity to…
Her name is Rose Mitchell. I’d known her since the day I was born, almost literally. My mom and her mom were best friends in high school, and after Ms. Mitchell got knocked up after getting drunk and fucking a man from a bar, my mom helped her out. And, by coincidence, my mom got pregnant with me a few weeks later.
Rose and I had been best friends when we were little. We played tag and swam in my pool outside school while our parents gossiped and joked themselves. But, as all teenagers know, as you get older your old friends drift apart. By the time we were both juniors in high school, the only time we talked was in passing by and polite conversation. But that all changed the day I got that message…
It all started when I woke up on a Sunday morning and was starving. After throwing clothes on and quickly combing my hair, I sprinted downstairs for food. As I searched the fridge, I noticed my mom on the phone. Not wanting to disturb her, I found food and ate. But as I chewed on my meal I heard bits of her conversation “A convention?” “Yes that’d be no problem. I’d be happy too.” Shrugging it off, I finished and ran back upstairs to my room.
Turning on some music and laying down in bed, I picked up my phone right when it vibrated. In bright letters it said, “One New Message From Rose Mitchell.” Frowning I thought to myself, “What’s she texting me for? I haven’t seen or heard from her in months.” I opened up my phone and read the message: “Hey Jason how’re you doing? I haven’t talked to you in forever! Well I don’t know if your moms told you or not, but my mom is going away to a convention for work and my mom agreed to look after me (Like I need a babysitter haha) and I have a favor to ask you…? “
Curious, I texted back: “Hey Rose. I’m fine thanks. And yeah it has been a while. It’s going to be fun with you here. We can play Black Ops or something. But what’s your favor?” It took less then a minute for a text back: “Well, you know my boyfriend Troy Harris? Well, here’s the thing… He wants to take me to the movies next weekend and my mom doesn’t exactly approve of him and stuff. But sense she’s going to be gone and your mom and dad will be working, could he pick me up and take me and could you not mention it please?!”
I sighed. I knew exactly who Troy Harris was. And I knew exactly why Rose’s mom didn’t approve. He was the school bully. He was probably failing most of his classes, and the ones he passed was because he paid other kids to do the work. And I knew for a fact he beat the crap out of freshman to show how big and bad he was. “You can do so much better Rose,” I said to myself. My mom was a nurse and worked the night shift, and my dad was a construction worker who was out of town a lot. I saw no way out. Texting back at last I said: “Sure Rose no problem. My mom won’t get back till around three in the morning on Saturday. You should have plenty of time.”
The text back was almost instantaneous: “Thanks so much Jason!!! I owe you one!” Smiling back I texted: “A blowjob will do just fine.” A text back. “If you’re a good boy. Just kidding lol.” I laughed. “Thanks. Well I’ll talk to you Friday then.” And that was it. I didn’t know that conversation was going to start my sex life…
The week went by super fast. Before I knew it, me and Rose were walking to my house. Being the gentleman I am, I offered to carry her bag. We laughed at each others jokes and conversation flowed easily. But, being a teenager, I also noticed how much Rose had changed. Her long black hair flowed to the small of her back, her piercing blue eyes were enough to loose yourself in, her tits bounced when she walked, and her skirt showed her long legs and showed off her amazing ass. She was breath taking. She made a joke and laughing, I tripped over the curb. Her bag busted open. As I helped her pick up her clothes she had packed for the weekend, I noticed her bra. I could read the tag. 36 C. I thought to myself, “Wow Rose! You HAVE changed.”
“Sorry Rose, I’m a clutz.” “It’s cool. You were probably just to busy drooling over me to notice where you were going,” she joked. “Yeah right that’s definitely it,” I said only half joking. “Hey by the way Rose, my mom leaves at three in the afternoon for work, so Troy can pick you up at anytime.” She half smiled, “Okay. He’s going to pick me up at around eight. We should be home no later than eleven.” “Hey that means we have time to take a swim before your date.” “Sure sounds fun.”
We have an in ground pool that’s ten feet deep. After helping Rose unpack I threw on my swim shorts, and went out to the pool while she put on her bikini. I jumped into the water. Resurfacing for air, I saw something that almost made me loose my breath. Rose in a bikini. She has DEFINITELY changed. Her tits were barely hidden under the bikini and I could definitely see her pussy lips. She has a perfect figure. I would have to work to hide my boner. “Hey Jason, you should close your mouth before you attract bugs,” she laughed. “Yeah well…” I couldn’t think of a good come back. My mind was way to focused on her.
We played in the pool for a couple of hours, and I had to be careful not to touch her tits or rub her thigh, not because it’d be embarrassing, but because my cock was already as hard as a rock. I’m sure her hand hit my cock more than once and it was pretty great. After we got out, it wasn’t long before Rose had to go on her date. We dried off and got dressed and soon I heard the motor of a motorcycle outside. I looked and saw Troy waiting. “Have fun Rose,” I said to her. “Thanks see you later.” I ran upstairs and thought about Rose and started stroking my cock. I came in less then three minutes.
Spending the next few hours just playing games and chilling, I begin to miss Rose. But soon eleven came and I heard the motorcycle pull up. But Rose didn’t come in. Eleven-fifteen came and went. I ran to the window and saw Rose and Troy arguing. If this got out of hand I should help. I ran out the back door and circled to the front and hid in the bush. I soon learned what the argument was about. “Now listen here bitch. You’re going to hop back on my bike and come back to the hotel with me. End of discussion!” “But Troy-“ “Shut UP!” And he smacked her. She fell. That’s all I needed to see.
Now I know what you’re thinking, a scrawny guy like me going up against a giant school bully? Well I had surprise and luck on my side. Jumping out of my hiding spot I tackled Troy and we both fell over. Trying to get on my feet, I stumbled, and I grabbed the motorcycle as support. The bike fell over on Troy’s arm. Smiling to myself, I reached down to Troy, who was almost crying, and said, “If I see you any where near Rose again, I’m going to break every bone you own. Got it?” He nodded and he stood up and sped off on his bike.
“Rose are you okay,” I asked concerned. “Yeah. Thanks Jason.” “Don’t mention it. Go inside and clean up. Then we can watch a movie or something okay?” She smiled (Which, by the way, was the cutest thing in the world) and walked inside. I heard the shower turn on and made her some hot chocolate. Popping in Twilight (don’t judge me) I waited for her to come down. Soon she walked downstairs, wearing a bath robe. She looked like she had been crying, but she was still breathtaking.
“Hey movies on.” “Thanks.” She smiled again and we sat on the couch. She cuddled close to me and we started to watch the vampires and werewolves and whatever was on. I soon noticed something though: As she was cuddling closer to me, I could see down her robe, and she wasn’t wearing anything under it. I could she her amazing tits for myself. Perfectly round, her nipples hard. I wanted to reach out and pinch them.. “Hey Jason..” I looked up in surprise. “Yeah what is it?” “I still owe you one.” She kissed me.
I was shocked but kissed back, letting out tongues swirl around each other. She broke off and smiled. “Jason you want to know what caused me and Troy to fight? He wanted me to fuck him. But I didn’t want to loose my virginity to that creep. But you want to know a secret?” I kissed her again. “What?” “I’m majorly horny.” She winked and kissed me. She pushed me back against the couch. “I’ve been wanting your cock all day babe,” she giggled. She unzipped my pants and all seven and a half inches my cock stood at attention. “Wow,” she gasped, “It’s so big! But it looked delicious.” She stroked it up and down a few times. She giggled as precum covered her hand. She stoked it once more and kissed the tip. She smiled. She opened up her mouth and took it in. She couldn’t take all of it, but she was so good at it. She used her hand to stroke it and let her tongue slide on the bottom of it and every time she came up she sucked on the head. Her other hand massaged my balls. I groaned
This was amazing. She took off her robe revealing her amazing tits. I went out to grab them. My hand cuffed them. Pinching the nipples with one hand and pushing her head farther down my cock. She came up and smiled. “I want you to fuck my sweet pussy,” she smiled. I kissed her neck and let me hand go down to her pussy. I rubbed her pussy and put a finger in. She was so tight. I moved my head to her chest and licked her tits. I nibbled on her nipples. She moaned. I kissed her stomach and reached her pussy and licked it. She was so wet.
“Fuck my tight pussy baby. I want to feel your big cock in me,” she begged. I smiled and bent her over. I spanked her a few times. She moaned and giggled. My rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. She moaned even louder and I thrust in, taking her virginity. “Uhhhh oh my god Jason this feels so good baby,” she moaned. I almost pulled all the way out and then thrust back in her sweet pussy. I grabbed her amazing ass and got a steady rhythm as I moved in and out of her pussy. I groaned. “Oh baby I want you to ride me.” She said through gasps, “Mmm baby I want your cock buried in my pussy.”
I laid back and she smiled and straddled me. She moved my cock and put it right to her pussy. She sat down and I felt her pussy wrap my cock up. I started to thrust in faster and faster. “OH JASON THIS FEELS SO AMAZING! I’M GOING TO CUM SOON!” She started to bounce up and down on my cock faster and faster and harder. She screamed and my pussy got tighter and tighter until my cock was in a vice grip. She moaned, “OH BABY I’M CUMMING. MMM. OH MY GOD!” “Baby I’m going to cum soon too.” “Oh cum all over my pretty little face!” I pulled out and she got on her knees and stoked my cock and sucked on it. I moaned and I came all over her face. She giggled and licked it all up. “You’re a bad little girl,” I smiled. “Just for you baby.”
I was so tired and my mom was going to be home soon. We cleaned up and she put her robe back on and I went upstairs. I laid in bed and when sleep was almost to me, I got a text. My phone read in big letters: One New Message From Rose Mitchell. I smiled and opened my phone and it said, “Hey Jason wanna do my a favor?”

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Summers day by the pool

This story continua’s from my other story ‘the weekend we stayed alone’. Please enjoy this one.
As we had spoken about it earlier and because it was literarily the most perfect beautiful summers day, me and James had decided to go down to the school pool where we would be all along to enjoy a long day of sun, swimming and lots of fun.
It was about 11 o’clock when we decided to go down to the pool. We gathered out things in our hands from the dorm and left for the 2 minute walk to the pool. As soon as we got there we entered the pool changing room where we both proceeded to strip down until we were in our boxers. I then pulled down mine making sure that James got a full view of my cock and he did the same. We changed into our small tight Speedo’s.
James’s Speedo was extremely tight because it was at least 2 years old but I wasn’t complaining at all because I cud see the outline of his packaged constantly.
We stepped out of the change room and lay our towels next to the pool. The radiant sun beat down on us but we didn’t mind because we love the sun. We then decided to get a little tanning before we went for a swim in the crystal clear pool water which was bound to refresh us later.
Even though we were both very tanned, we thought it would be a good idea to apply sun block to each other just in case so that we didn’t get burnt. I went first and took a fat blob of sun block in each hand and started rubbing it into his legs, starting at the bottom slowly working my way up until I was basically massaging his balls. He seemed to enjoy it a lot because I noticed a pre cum stain on the outside of his Speedo. I took another blob and rubbed it into his chest working all the way down until, by mistake, my hand slipped down his Speedo and into his pubic hair and most of the shaft of his cock, he didn’t seem to mind what I was doing as he stayed lying down on the ground and didn’t even say a word. I continued to massage his penis and balls with my sun block lubricated hand until I decided I would save his cum for later.
He did the same for me except the going into my Speedo part but by that time it didn’t matter because we were both so hot we decided to swim. We swam for about an hour before I became horny again and got a hard on right there in the pool. I thought that this was the right time to start playing physical games in the pool.
I swam over to him and started wrestling him in the water, making sure he could feel my hard cock pressing against the back of his Speedo. I brushed my hand down the front of his Speedo to also find his raging cock. We were both so horny by now because all of this physical contact I had to do something to release my cum. I was a lot stronger than him so I grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to the steps, it was too risky to do it in the pool, and pulled him into the change room and he knew straight away what was going to happen.
I couldn’t wait to get to his cock. I sat him down on the bench in the change room and slowly peeled down his Speedo until it was around his ankles revealing his 5 inch boner. I could see the precum at the bit where his foreskin was peeled back because his dick was so hard. I wanted it and wasn’t going to wait any longer.
I got onto my knees and dove straight into it, pushing his cock all the way into my throat and using my tongue to gather all of his juicy, salty precum. My head bobbed up and down over his cock as I tried to pleasure him best I could and I think it was working because when I looked up his head was back with his mouth open.
It was at this point that he started to groan and his knee’s started to shudder a little bit. He shot his 3 strings of cum straight down the back of my throat and I had no trouble taking it.
He was done but now it was my turn. I pushed him over on the bench so that he was lying on his back and then I rolled him over so that his ass was in the air. I took a moment to admire his ass and the things I was going to do to it. I took sun block and lubricated between his firm tight cheeks.
I pulled down my Speedo and with my cock pointing straight at his ass, leaned into it slowly. My dick slid in much more easily now and I could tell that he wasn’t in any pain at all but actually in bliss. He started letting out cries and grunts of pleasure as I began to pound him from behind faster and faster.
After doing this for a while, I sat down on the bench myself with my cock pointing straight up and because he was quite small and I was quite strong, I easily lifted him off the bench and put him on my lap, sliding my cock back inside his tight ass. I placed my hand on his thighs and slowly started lifting him, with the help of him of course, up and down over my dick.
This was a whole new thing for us and brought new pleasure. After a while I started letting out groans myself uncontrollably and started to increase the speed at which he was riding me because I knew it was about time for me to cum.
Then it burst. The most I had ever cum in my life had just gone into his butt, at least 6 shots at the least of my white sticky cum and I know he felt every single one of them inside him. I fell back and so did he with my dick still inside. We were both panting from the workout.
Moments later when I managed the strength to pick him up of him, I looked at his ass to see some of my cum leaking out around the edges. What a glorious sight.
We both slid back into our Speedo’s and back into the pool to cool off and clean ourselves off. After this we went back to our towels and lay drying off in the sun but I wasn’t finished with his perfectly straight hairless dick, I wanted more but didn’t want anybody to see us so I had to settle for having my hand down his Speedo massaging his cock and balls for the rest of the afternoon while starring at his perfect small body and muscle just imaging myself blowing my load over him again and again and again.
After we decided to leave, round about 3 o’clock, he told me that we could pick this up later. Just the thought of it kept me going the rest of the day…

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