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Waht Daddy Needs 8
“Hey.”
Phoebe opened her eyes and, laying her hand against her forehead to shade them from the glare of the sun, looked up at her sister. Sandra dropped into the the lounge chair next to her. She picked up the bottle of sun block between the two chairs and started to smear the white lotion on her arms. Phoebe relaxed back onto her chair and stretched languidly, enjoying the heat of the sun baking her skin to a golden tan.
“So,” Sandra said trying to sound casual as she leaned back in her chair, “how has Dad not killed you?”
Phoebe didn’t pretend not to know what her older sister was talking about. Even if their father hadn’t announced at the beginning of this family vacation that his youngest daughter was expecting, the gentle swell of her belly would have given her away. Her hand lightly caressed the round bump that her pink bikini did nothing to hide. She smiled a little Mona Lisa smile and wondered what her sister would say if she told her the truth. The truth being that her father wasn’t angry because he had assumed the baby was his. Instead she just shrugged.
Sandra lifted her sunglasses and looked over at her younger sister. “Who’s the father?” she asked. “Some little pencil dick from school?”
Phoebe laughed nervously. “No.”
Sandra gave her a slightly concerned look. “Not some enlisted guy from the base,” she said. “Do you know what Dad will do to him?”
“It’s not an enlisted guy,” Phoebe said sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the chair to face her sister.
Sandra pushed her dark glasses back onto her nose. “Who is it then?”
“You can’t tell Daddy,” Phoebe said quietly, her eyes lowered.
Sandra turned her head toward her sister. Phoebe looked up waiting for her sister’s response before continuing. Sandra sighed loudly, unable to hide her exasperation.
“Ok,” she said, her tone mildly irritated. “I promise.”
“I was kind of seeing my English teacher,” Phoebe admitted, watching her sister from under her lashes, trying to gauge her response.
Sandra’s eyes were unreadable behind her sun glasses. “I guess I can see why you haven’t told Dad. I don’t think he’s going to take it very well.”
Phoebe took a deep breath. “That’s not why I haven’t told him.”
Sandra sat up and took the glasses off. “Why haven’t you told him who the baby’s father is?” she asked suspiciously.
“Because I’m not sure that Jamie is the one,” Phoebe said meeting her sister’s eyes. “I was sleeping with someone else, too, when I got pregnant.”
“Jesus, Phoebs,” Sandra hissed. “You’re lucky Dad hasn’t made you tell him. If it had been Cassie or me he’d have beaten us like a red headed step child until we gave the guy up.”
Phoebe stood up and gathered her things. She looked down at her sister as Sandra stretched out on the lounge chair again.
“You’re not going to tell Daddy, right?” Phoebe asked.
“I’m not going to tell,” Sandra said closing her eyes against the sun.
Phoebe turned and headed into the hotel.
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Justin let himself into the hotel room he was sharing with his dad and step mom. He dropped the towel that he’d wrapped around his shoulders when he had followed Phoebe from the pool and let himself into his sister’s adjoining room through the connecting door. He locked it behind him, then stood by the queen sized bed listening to the shower, unsure of what to do next.
Eleven years old, he knew what he wanted, but he wasn’t sure how to go about getting it. The few times before that he’d had such pleasurable encounters with her, Phoebe had been the one to initiate sex. He heard her shut off the shower and he turned toward the bathroom door as she emerged wrapped in the white hotel towel, her brush in her hand.
Phoebe paused for a moment when she saw Justin standing in the middle of her room still wearing his wet swim trunks. She flashed him a smile and continued toward her bed. She sat down and started brushing her long, dark hair.
Justin moved to stand beside her and she put the brush down. She looked up into his soft, brown eyes. He reached out to stroke her sleek, wet hair and then caressed her cheek.
“What do you want, Justin?” Phoebe asked reaching out to run her fingertip along the elastic waistband of his damp swimsuit.
His cock twitched and began to swell. His hand fell to the edges of the towel tucked in on itself above the curve of her breasts. Sliding his fingers under the thick terry cloth he gave a little tug, his breathing quickening when it fell away from his sister’s ripening body.
Phoebe pushed his trunks down over his hips freeing his rigid penis. She leaned forward, smiling at his sharply indrawn breath as she licked the head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth. He grunted as she began to move her head up and down, her hand massaging his balls as she pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft.
Of their own volition his hips began thrusting driving his stiff prick deep into her mouth. The sensation of her sucking as she moved down on his shaft and her tongue swirling around the head of his cock when she slid up had him trembling with the effort not to blow his load into throat. As good as it felt to have his sister sucking his dick, he wanted something more.
“Phoebe,” he groaned pulling out of her mouth, “I want to be inside you.”
She gazed at him for a moment before sliding his swim trunks down his thighs. They fell to his ankles and he kicked them off. Phoebe scooted back on the bed before lying down. Justin climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. Bending down he kissed her swelling tummy and slipped one hand between her legs.
Phoebe moaned softly as his fingers slid through the folds of her wet slit and he began to stroke her clit. She spread her legs wider and he pushed a finger into her quivering pussy, moving it slowly in and out. She rocked her hips against his thrusting hand, whimpering quietly.
Though he’d never done it before, Justin felt a sudden desire to taste the juices flowing from his sister’s beautiful pussy. He’d listened avidly once as one of the older boys that rode on his bus had described watching oral sex on one of his dad’s porno DVDs. It had excited him then and the thought of parting Phoebe’s sweet pink petal like lips with his tongue made his hard cock twitch and jerk now.
Withdrawing his finger, he leaned down and tentatively stabbed at her swollen lips with the tip of his tongue. Phoebe moaned and lifted her hips. Justin moved to kneel between his sister’s silky thighs and spread the outer lips of her pussy with his hands. He pressed his mouth against the tight opening between her legs and thrust his tongue as far into her wet cunt as he could. She began to tremble as he lapped at her, his tongue caressing the walls of her vagina.
He pulled his tongue out and up through the folds of her cunt Savoring the sweet taste of her slick skin. She moaned loudly and he felt her body jump when the tip of his tongue flicked against her clit. Experimentally he ran his tongue over and around the stiff little nub again. Phoebe’s hands cupped the back of her little brother’s head.
“Oh fuck, Justin,” she groaned. “Suck it, baby brother.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed it enthusiastically while sliding his finger back into her drenched pussy. Phoebe rocked against his mouth and thrusting finger, whimpering and cooing to him as the tension began to build low in her abdomen. Her body tensed and she cried out in pleasure as her orgasm rolled over her. Justin lapped at the sweet juices leaking from her convulsing cunt until his sister started to tug at him, urging him up.
“Now, baby,” she said huskily. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Justin kneeled between her thighs and leaned over her to press his lips to hers. Phoebe ran her hand over his back as she sucked the taste of her cum from his probing tongue. He supported his weight on his arms as she slipped a hand between their bodies to guide the head of his throbbing cock to the tight opening between her legs.
Justin groaned loudly as he pushed into the warmth of her dripping pussy. He began to thrust into her velvety depth breathing rapidly as the the walls of her vagina clenched on him, rippling around his rigid member. Phoebe moved with him feeling her orgasm beginning to peak again as she gyrated beneath him, grinding her engorged clit against his pelvis.
He increased his tempo, slamming into her. His breathing grew ragged and he felt his penis swell as his balls drew up. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and thrust into his sister’s ripe body as fast and hard as he could, his balls slapping wetly against her ass.
“Sissy,” he moaned as his cum roared through his pulsing cock to flood her pregnant womb.
He continued to thrust jerkily into her as his testicles emptied. Phoebe trailed kisses along his clenched jaw and murmured in his ear as he slowed and finally pushed as deeply into her sopping cunt as he could, becoming still as his prick deflated inside her. His flaccid cock slipped out of her satiated cunt and Justin rolled onto his side to press against her body, one arm lying across her swollen belly.
Phoebe gently rubbed her tight stomach in a slow circular motion. She smiled softly and closed her eyes. Justin laid his head against her shoulder and sighed contentedly. Phoebe turned her head toward him and kissed his forehead.
She felt a slight flutter beneath her hand and laughed in surprise. Justin lifted his head and looked t her quizzically. Phoebe pressed her hand against her tummy and felt the flutter again.
“I think it moved,” she said smiling at her brother.
A look of concern filled his eyes. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“God, no,” Phoebe assured him. “Maybe the baby just liked being rocked.”
Justin smiled and laid his head against his sister’s stomach. “Anytime, baby,” he whispered before pressing another kiss against the growing mound.
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“I don’t know who the other guy is,” Cassie said, oblivious to the fact that her father had dropped behind her on the trail. “She told Sandy she hasn’t been seeing anyone one from on base, but he has to be if she’d admit to sleeping with one of her teachers and still refuse to give up the other guy.”
Jake was struggling to control the impulse to strangle his oldest daughter right there on the trail that was leading them closer to the Organ Mountains. He tried to concentrate on the jagged, granite peaks along the range. Anything to shut out Cassie’s whining, tattletale voice.
“Daddy,” she said, stopping to turn and face him, “don’t you think you should make her tell you who the other guy is? I mean someone has to take responsibility.”
“Just shut up, Cass,” he snapped as he pushed past her on the trail. “Stay out of your sister’s business.”
Cassie looked stunned by his angry outburst and she knew better than to keep talking. With an exaggerated look of hurt she followed her dad on the dusty pathway. She was no longer interested in anything other than getting back to the hotel.
“What’s with dad?” Sandy asked watching her father’s rigid back as he began to out distance the rest of the family.
“I was just telling him what Phoebe told you about the baby’s father,” Cassie’s said. “Someone other than Dad should be taking responsibility for Phoebe and this baby.”
“I promised her that I wasn’t going to tell him,” Sandy said angrily.
Cassie rolled her eyes. “You didn’t tell him,” she said defensively. “I did. Why should the little brat stick dad with taking care of her and her mistake?”
“You’re a real bitch sometimes,” Sandy said before falling back to walk with Justin and her younger sons.
She needed to get back to the hotel and find Phoebe before their dad did. She wasn’t sure what was going on with the two of them, but judging from her father’s reaction there was something. Sandy was certain that it was going to be bad if their dad got to her youngest sister first.
“Cass,” she called waiting for her sister to stop and turn around before she continued, “I’m going to take the boys back to the hotel.”
Justin started to protest, but the look on Sandy’s face stopped him. He gathered his young nephews and started back down the trail toward where they’d parked the cars. The pool would be more fun on a day this warm anyway.
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Sandy knocked on her sister’s door. There was no answer, but Lorraine had told her Phoebe was in her room. She knocked again more insistently.
“Phoebe,” she called leaning against the door.
Phoebe opened the door wearing a tee shirt and panties and Sandy pushed her way past her sleepy eyed sister. “I’m sorry,” she began without preamble. “I told Cass what we talked about and she told Dad.”
Phoebe’s eyes widened, but before she could say anything the door connecting her room and her father’s opened. She and Sandy both jumped and turned toward the door. Their dad closed it quietly behind him.
“Daddy,” Sandy said starting toward him.
“Get out, Sandra,” he said, his voice tight with anger.
“You can’t beat her,” Sandy said stepping between her father and her sister. “She’s pregnant.”
“I’m not going to beat her,” Jake said furiously. “Jesus, Sandy, I just want to talk to her.”
Sandy nodded and, with an apologetic look toward her sister, quickly left. Phoebe watched her father warily as he started toward her. She took a step back putting a hand out to ward him off.
Jake shook his head as he reached out to smooth her sleep tousled hair. “Were you going to tell me?” he asked huskily.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” she said pressing her hands against his chest as his arms closed around her.
“Murphy, right?” he asked leaning his forehead against hers. “I want to make sure I’m getting the right guy fired.”
“Daddy, please don’t,” she pleaded. “It wasn’t just Jamie’s fault.”
“Was it to get back at me for marrying Lorraine?” Jake asked.
Phoebe shook her head. “I thought I loved him.”
Jake closed his eyes tightly. “I thought you loved me,” he whispered against her ear.
“I do love you,” she said sliding her hands up over his shoulders to wind her arms around his neck, “but I can’t be with you, Daddy.”
Jake sighed. “I know, baby,” he said holding her tightly.
He slid his hands under her shirt and pushed it up. She lifted her arms and he pulled it off over her head. Jake pressed her breasts together and lowered his head to capture one puffy, pink nipple between his teeth to lightly pull. Phoebe moaned as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh before sucking it into his mouth.
“Daddy,” she moaned, her hands cupping the back of his head.
Jake’s mouth moved to the peak of her other breast and his tongue teased that nipple till it was as hard as its mate. Phoebe’s hands glided down to the waistband of his jeans, her nimble fingers udoing the button and working the zipper. Jake pulled his sweat dampened tee shirt off before pushing his jeans and boxers down to the floor and stepping out of them.
He gently urged her down onto the bed. Stretching out beside her, he ran his hand over her round belly. She moaned softly when his hand slipped between her legs to rub her pussy through the damp crotch of her pink, cotton panties.
“Are you still seeing him?” He asked looking down at her, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties.
She shook her head. “When I told him that I didn’t know if he was the father he didn’t want me any more.”
Jake leaned down and kissed her hungrily, his fingers sliding through the wet folds btween her thighs. He lifted his head to gaze into her eyes pushing his fingers into her tight vagina. The walls of her cunt clinging to his thrusting fingers made a wet, sucking sound.
“You know who really loves you now,” he said rising to his knees.
She nodded as she lifted her hips to allow him to remove her panties. He rolled her onto her stomach and she pulled her knee up under her body. Jake eased his rigid cock into her, moaning as he buried himself balls deep in the tight, velvety depths of her nubile, young body.
His hands glided from her hips to her rounded belly as he fell into a slow, steady rhythm thrusting deeply into her dripping cunt. Phoebe looked back at him. His eyes were closed, his head hung down as he lost himself in the sensation of his daughter’s welcoming warmth.
His tempo increased as Phoebe pushed back to meet his thrusts. She reached between her thighs to rub her engorged clit with a light, circular motion. Jake’s hands moved to massage the full, heavy globes of her breasts as he began to slam his turgid cock into her, his balls slapping wetly against the swollen lips of her pussy.
Phoebe’s breaths came in whimpering moans as her orgasm began to build. She pressed her fingers harder against her clit and rocked back to meet her father’s pistoning strokes.
“Daddy,” she groaned. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Come on, baby,” he growled. “Cum for daddy.”
She bucked back against him, her vagina convulsing on his swelling cock as her orgasm overtook her. Jake slammed into her quivering pussy harder and faster as his balls drew up against his body. Phoebe pushed back taking him deep inside her body and shook as the rippling walls of her tight cunt worked to milk the semen from his sperm heavy testicles.
“Jesus, baby,” he groaned through clenched teeth as his cock pulsed and sprayed his daughter’s pregnant womb with his cum.
He pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her cunt with a wet slurping sound and fell to his side. Pulling her into his arms with her back against his stomach he spooned with her, his hand caressing her round belly.
Phoebe felt the little flutter against her father’s hand. His hand paused and he chuckled agaisnt her hair. She knew he’d felt it, too. He turned her to face him and pulled her more firmly against his body.
“It’s mine,” he said stroking her hair back from her face. “This baby is mine.”
Phoebe snuggled against him and hoped for her own sake that he was right.
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Evangeline
“Do you want to live?”
The cold steel and velvet voice came from somewhere above me. In the thin, pale glow of the moon I could see the angel standing over me. Her softly curling hair was the same pale, pale gray as her skin and robes. She looked down at me with great sorrow in her shadowed eyes, holding her deathly pale hands out to me.
“I sense the strength of your will. Your appetite for life,” the voice came again from somewhere nearer. “Evangeline, do you want to live?”
“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.
The angel wept as the shadow kneeling at my side rose over me and lifted me into his arms. Even through his clothing I could feel the coldness of his skin. It was a welcome relief to the oppressive heat. Even at night the air was heavy with humidity.
As he turned I reached toward the angel and our hands touched. Her marble skin was warmer than that of the solid shadow carrying me away from her. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head against his shoulder, my forehead resting against the icy skin of his neck. We flew straight up into the nearly black sky.
I woke in a bed much grander my own. Fine, white netting hung around the sides and there was an ornately painted, wooden canopy above me. The netting made it seem as though I were viewing the room through a fog.
I sat up to look for an opening. My head throbbed painfully and I laid back against the pillows. The pain subsided.
“You’ll feel better once it’s done.”
The voice from the night before, more velvet, now, than cold steel. I sat up again. Frowning at the pain in my head, but determined to to see the face this seductive voice belonged to, I grasped the netting and pulled it back.
He leaned against the wall in a dark corner, a tall, slender figure. His face was pale. My marble angel come to life, perhaps. His eyes were shadowed.
“Tell me your name,” I demanded.
He laughed softly. “I don’t remember it,” he said. “Give me a new name.”
“How does one forget their name?” I asked him sliding my legs over the side of the bed.
“No one has spoken it to me in the last millennium,” he said starting slowly toward me.
He avoided the slanting rays of sunlight that shone through the slats of the shutters. His progress didn’t stir the dust that lay thick on the wooden floor. He seemed to glide across the space between us.
He knelt at my feet and turned his face up to mine. I stared mutely, awestruck by his beauty. He was, most certainly, an angel sent to rescue me from my despair. Though I had never taked a white man as a lover before, I wanted to touch his pale cheek, to wind my fingers into his silky, auburn hair and pull him up to meet his full, perfectly curved lips with mine.
A slight smile lifted the corner of his mouth. I met his pale blue eyes. He knew where my thoughts had taken me.
“What is my name?” he asked gently pushing my knees apart so he could kneel between my thighs.
“Henri,” I breathed softly.
He chuckled. It was the dry rustling of dead leaves in a hot, late summer breeze. “Call me after your dead lover?” he asked wryly. “I think not. What is my name?”
I reached out and laid my hand against his cheek. It was as smooth as polished marble and as cold as winter in some far northern clime. “Gabriel,” I said.
“How romantic,” he said, his voice slightly mocking. “Gabriel will do.”
He rose to his feet in one gracefully fluid movement, and his hands under my arms lifted me as though I were a child and set me farther back on the mattress. With one knee on the bed, he leaned toward me. I laid back and reached up to pull the hem of his loose shirt from the waist of his tight trousers. He untied the drawstrings at his wrists and pulled the fine cotton garment off over his head as I undid the laces on the front of his pants.
“No zippers?” I asked as I pushed the soft black fabric down over his hips.
“No,” he answered as he straightened to remove them. He untied the drawstring at the waist of his linen under shorts.
“No elastic,” I said.
His ashen hands paused in their task, amusement lit his eyes. He fingered the small, round pieces of carved shell adorning the fly on the front of his shorts. “Buttons,” he offered with a quietly musical laugh.
He let the shorts fall and stepped out of them as he rejoined me on the bed. “Why so fascinated with my garments?” he asked as he hovered over me.
I would have pointed out to him that I was no longer intrigued by his fashion sense, but my voice had deserted me. His cock, only half erect, was the largest I’d ever seen. His eyes followed my gaze and as he looked back up his cold fingers under my chin raised my eyes to meet his.
“Frightened?” he asked with a slightly unpleasant smile.
I didn’t flinch. “Excited,” I replied.
He turned his head slightly and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Yes,“ he said looking down at me as he exhaled through his mouth. “I can smell it on you.”
His breath, a cool breeze, stirred my hair and caressed my heated cheek. I breathed in bayou cypress, sweet grass and freshly opened graves. I wanted his lips on mine. I reached for him and he came willingly into my arms.
His mouth was sweet, like chewing on sugar cane. In his arms my skin cooled and I could breathe again. The air around him was clean and free of the oppressive humidity of summer in the deep south. I would have been content to spend the next few hours feeling his cooling weight pressing against me and his mouth moving softly on mine.
I sighed and murmured my protest when he pushed up onto his knees. He only left me long enough to slide his long fingers along the low neckline of the sleeveless shift I was wearing. He grasped the thin cotton in his fists and ripped it from the bodice to the hem.
I didn’t really care. It wasn’t mine. “You could have just pushed it up,” I said as he laid down on me again.
“I want your skin against me,” he said as his lips captured mine.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth and pushed his hard cock insistently against the tender flesh between my thighs. “Put it in,” he demanded as his mouth left mine to explore the contours of my throat. They were familiar words.
“I’m not ready,” I said, slightly alarmed. “You’re huge. If I’m not wet enough you’ll tear . . .”
I cried out in pain as his fingers gripped my chin tightly. He rubbed his icy cheek against mine, his lips close to my ear. “Put it in,” he said coldly.
I reached between our bodies to close my trembling fingers around his thick, rock hard staff and guide the head of his massive cock to my cunt. I rubbed the tip against the tight opening in my body, but there was no lubricating pre-cum oozing from his prick to ease his entrance.
“Gabriel, please . . .” My plea became a long scream as he shoved himself roughly into my unprepared vagina.
He pulled back and slammed into me. I gasped as his pelvis hit mine hard. In two savage thrusts he had impaled me on the length of his monstrous cock. He began to fuck me violently, not caring that his pleasure was causing me agony. He slid easily in and out of my ravaged body, his exquisitely fierce strokes eased now by my blood.
“Intoxicating,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against mine. “The way you feel . . . so tight, so warm . . . and the scent of your blood.”
His thrusts slowed as though he were savoring the sensations. His lips searched blindly for mine and I turned my head away. He laughed knowing that I was denying myself as much as I was him.
“You’re angry with me,” he whispered against my ear.
“You didn’t need to be so rough,” I said petulantly.
“But I did,” he insisted. “Your last human experience should be memorable. This is what you want. What you need.”
He was right, but there was no way he could have known that. His hand moved to my firm, round breast and my back arched as he squeezed it mercilessly before twisting my nipple cruelly.
“Gabriel,” I groaned and he pounded my cunt with renewed force using his huge cock like a battering ram.
I rocked against him, meeting his brutal thrusts. He wrapped his left hand in my dark, wavy hair and pulled hard until, with tears of pain streaming from my eyes, I turned my head and accepted his kiss. He continued to torture my breast with his right hand and fucked me like a demon until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My hands slid frantically down his back to clutch at his clenching buttocks as I attempted to draw him deeper. My body trembled violently on the edge of my orgasm for what felt like an eternity before I plummeted into the swirling chaos of pain and extreme pleasure.
He moaned as he felt my tight pussy convulse around his massive cock. He wrapped me in his arms and fucked me through an endless climax. When I was completely spent I felt him pull out and murmured my protest at his sudden abandonment.
My disappointment was short lived. He pushed my thighs apart and lifted my hips to lap hungrily at the mixture of my fragrant juices and the blood still flowing from my ravaged cunt. I laid still and limp while he moaned between my thighs, pushing his cold tongue as far into me as he could. His winter frigid hands on my vulva and his icy tongue licking at the walls of my swollen pussy were soothing and my hips started moving of their own volition as he continued in his devotions to my femininity.
I wound my fingers into his silky hair and thrust my cunt against his mouth as he licked me to another earth shattering orgasm. While my body was still wracked by the spasms his mouth had caused he slid up my body trailing arctic kisses across my heated skin.
He pushed into me again, grunting as he glided easily into my still convulsing cunt. “You’re wet enough, now,” he murmured against my lips.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth wanting to taste myself on him. His tongue circled mine as he began to thrust his cock into me slowly. I wrapped my arms around him and rocked my hips in unison with his.
“You don’t cum,” I said softly.
“I don’t ejaculate,” he said, “but have no doubt that your body affords me a great deal of pleasure.”
I smiled and moved one hand to stroke his smooth cheek. “How did you know?” I asked him. “Did you read my mind?”
“No,” he said, his cold hands sliding over my ribs to explore the curve of my waist. “It was in his mind.”
“Whose mind?” I asked frowning in confusion.
“Your man,” he said, his hands gliding over my hips and down my thighs. Wordlessly he urged me to wrap my legs around his waist and I obliged.
“Henri?” I asked even more confused.
He lifted his head to look down at me. “Everything in his mind, everything he was feeling, it was all mine when I took him.”
“You murdered Henri?” I asked as he continued to thrust into me with long, slow strokes.
“I thirsted. He stumbled into my path. You’ll be no more discriminating than I once you’re changed.”
I still held him in my arms and met his thrusts. His admission to having killed the man I’d loved since I was a child did nothing to lessen the pleasure of his body moving with mine.
“I should probably be troubled by that,” I said.
He laughed. “You’re living in the half light now. You won’t be troubled by much.”
“The half light?”
“It’s what a human is left to after a vampire feeds without finishing,” he said. “Am I too cold for you?”
I laughed. “In this heat?” I asked stroking his cheek. “You feel like heaven.”
He grinned wolfishly. “More like hell,” he said. “You’re an odd human. Most people are repelled by our touch.”
I looked into his beautiful face as I ran my hands over the smooth muscles flexing in his back. “There’s nothing about you that repels me,” I assured him. “You’re trying to change the subject.”
He rose onto his knees and sat back on his heels while lifting me so I was upright, straddling his hips, deeply impaled on his enormous cock. I clasped my hands behind his neck and started to slide up and down on him enjoying this new angle of penetration immensely. Every downward stroke brought my engorged clit in contact with the base of his massive member.
“I wasn’t,” he said softly as I began to move faster.
“Wasn’t what?” I mumbled, having trouble focusing on anything other than than the orgasm building in my loins.
“Trying to change the subject,” he said smiling as his hands glided over my hips to cup my ass.
“Mmmmm hmmmm.” It was all I could manage to get out at the moment.
He leaned away from me and let his head fall back. He was breathing as rapidly as I was, his blue eyes glazed with pleasure as I moved up and down on his huge pole, rocking and rotating my hips as I ground my clit against him.
I rode him to a thundering orgasm and as my cunt began to contract around his cock, his head came up and his eyes opened wide. He looked stunned and his breathing was ragged as he lifted me on his rampant penis and laid me back on the the bed to thrust wildly into my convulsing pussy.
The growl that issued from his throat started as a low rumble and built until it roared from is lips as he pushed so far into me that it felt as though her were trying to crawl up into my womb. He collapsed onto me and I held him as he trembled from the force of his climax.
His breathing slowed and stopped completely as he lay spent in my arms. After a long while he lifted his head and kissed me tenderly before looking into my eyes with aching wonder.
“That never happens,” he said stroking my hair reverently. “I feel the desire, the longing, and it’s always pleasurable, but that . . . I haven’t felt anything like that since I became this thing that I am now.”
“It will always be this way for us,” I said and I knew with absolute certainty that it would.
“Stay with me,” he said fiercely. “Be my lover, my eternal companion. And I will worship at the altar of your body every day until the last star burns out.”
“You need only promise me one thing more, my sweet angel, and I’m yours until time ends,” I said caressing his face.
“Anything,” he breathed huskily. “You have but to ask.”
“Say my name to me often. Don’t let me forget it.”
He planted quick, light kisses over my face. “Evangeline,” he murmured. “Evangeline. Evangeline, my love. My Evangeline.”
I laughed. It was pure joy. “Will I still love you?” I asked. “After.”
“Do you love me?” he asked smiling softly.
“I do. I love you, Gabriel.”
“I’m death,” he whispered in awe, “and you love me.”
“Will I still love you?” I asked again.
“I don’t know, cherie. We’ll be surprised together,” he said chuckling.
“Will you tell me first? About the half light? When we don’t finish them?” I was already speaking as though I belonged to his world.
He rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms. His left hand closed around my right and he raised it to his lips before pressing my first two fingers against my throat as though teaching me to take my pulse. I felt the two raised puncture wounds.
“They never heal,” he said.
I continued to run my fingers lightly over the tiny holes. The skin surrounding them was cool to my touch.
“You think we feed on human blood,” he said.
I nodded and he shook his head slowly.
“Blood is just the medium. We feed on human souls. When a vampire finishes a soul, when we snuff that last spark of life, everything that mortal was, everything they knew, everything they ever thought or felt, we draw into ourselves.”
His eyes were troubled and I held his face between my hands and kissed his soft, cold lips. He sighed and smiled sadly at me.
“There are some of us that are more tender. They can’t bear to take it all in and will leave their victim living. It’s cruel, really. The wound never heals and their souls leech out leaving them in a void between the mortal world and eternity.”
“The half light,” I whispered.
“Most of them seek their own end. Some linger in the void. None of them are really alive.” He stared into the space beyond the net that cocooned us in what had become, in my mind, our marriage bed.
I was startled by his voice when he began to speak again. “Your man . . . Henri,” he said softly. “Your scent was still on him when I took him. On his body and in his mouth. It’s how I found you.”
His long fingers played with my curls. I curved my leg over his hip, noticing for the first time how dark my cafe au lait skin looked against the pallor of his and wondered if it would be so noticeable after he had given me the gift of eternal night.
“He was very cruel to you,” he remarked off handedly, “but the last thing in his mind was, ‘Evangeline, mo laime toi.’ And the love he felt for you . . . It drove me to my knees.”
I frowned and started to roll away from him, but he refused to let me go. “Is that all this is? You felt what he felt for me?”
“No,” he said fervently. “It’s part of me. You’re part of me.”
He kissed me, a deep, soul shattering kiss, then rested his forehead against mine. “I forget how young you are. Don’t pout, cherie. This love I feel for you, it is infused into my very core.”
I sighed and relaxed into his arms. “I’m not so young,” I said petulantly.
“You’re only fifteen,” he said smiling.
“Old enough for you to want me,” I said smiling at him seductively.
“Indeed,” he said as he rolled me onto my back and pushed my thighs up until my knees were next to my shoulders.
With his hands on the back of my thighs, he positioned the tip of his huge cock against the opening of my cunt and pushed into me.
“You feel even tighter when I hold your legs like this,” he groaned watching his monstrous prick split the lips of my pussy as he thrust into me over and over again.
“Do you ever get tired?” I asked gasping for breath as he began the pleasant business of pounding my cunt mercilessly.
“No,” he said grinning down at me. “And neither will you.”
He released my thighs and lowered himself into my waiting arms. I closed my eyes as he nuzzled my neck. I wound my fingers into his hair and rocked my hips to meet his thrusts.
“Gabriel,” I moaned as his mouth closed over the punctures on my throat
He drew hard against the tender flesh of my throat I felt something deep inside me give way and flow into him as he continued to pump himself into me. With a sigh I gave myself over to the sensation of floating into the dark void of a starless sky. All that tethered me to the earth was Gabriel thrusting into me while he drank.
“Evangeline.” It was the velvet and steel voice from the night before calling me back into myself.
“Evangeline, take it back from me, my love,” he said urgently.
My eyelids fluttered. “I don’t know how,” I murmured.
“You do, cherie,” he said, his hand on the back of my head guided my mouth to the punctures on his own throat. “It never heals.”
My mouth closed over the wound and I pulled hard. His blood, as sweet and viscous as first molasses, filled my mouth and with it something even sweeter. Pieces of my own soul, fractured like a broken mirror, not always fitting together perfectly. Where there were gaps in my soul, bits of his flowed into me and filled them, cementing cracks and making mine whole.
I stood at the bank of a roaring river, the sun warm on my fair skin, aware of the chilled breeze flowing off a massive glacier. It was his last human memory. I felt the crushing lonliness of millions of dark nights and the horrifying despair of facing an eternity of nights to come. I counted every one of his joys and shed tears for his every sorrow.
I tasted the bitter fear he’d felt when he carried me from my narrow bed to Henri’s grave. I felt his indecision when he started to take me. I knew his longing and desire. His hopelessness when I, fascinated with the marble angel looking down on me, hadn’t answered his voice right away and he thought that I had chosen Henri and death over him.
I tore my mouth from his throat and he gasped. He was still fucking me and I began to meet his thrusts with a passion I’d never felt before. His breath was ragged and I held him tightly. My back arched, my body tensed.
“Gabriel,” I moaned as the tension broke and pulsing waves of pure ecstasy flowed through me and washed over him.
He roared again and pushed himself as far into me as he could. I held him and my angel wept. I kissed his face and stroked his hair as I cooed softly to him.
“It isn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispered huskily as he lay spent in my arms once more.
“Because it never was before, it doesn’t mean that it’s not supposed to be now,” I said smiling softly.
“My sweet Evangeline. You’ve brought me up from the darkness,” he said pressing his lips to mine.
“Gabriel, I love you.”
“Still,” he said kissing me.
“My love,” I said burningly, “I thirst.”
“Yes, bebe,” he said gazing down at me. “Let’s hunt.”
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Mom Caught Me and Dad
An investigative reporter interviews a young girl who got caught by her mother sucking her dad’s cock.
And The Dog Made Three PT6
Chapter 6
Jennifer polished her brother’s purple knob to a glossy luster, licked up and down his cock-shaft and lapped at his drained scumbags, gathering up the stray cum drops that had escaped her lips. When she drew her mouth away, she left the lad gasping like a landed fish.
Her cunt-ring pulsed and rippled, milking out a few last blobs of Shepherd spunk into her swampy pussy. Adolph’s prick was still hard as a rock and Jennifer wondered if they might be tied together, like mating dogs — if Joe would have to fetch a bucket of cold water to throw over her ass before they could uncouple.
She giggled at the thought. The possibility failed to alarm the girl. Jennifer adored having her cunt full of doggy cock and, fucking or stationary, active or just lying there all heavy and twitching, that cock was a treat. She wondered how long it would be before the German Shepherd’s scumbags had filled up again — and if she could milk another cum load from the dumb brute without uncoupling. The idea of having an empty cunt made her feel all hollow.
But then Adolph woofed and stirred, beginning to draw his prick out of her soaking cunt-gash. His cock came out as it had gone in, inch by precious inch of hairy prick emerging and dragging her cunt-lips outward as her cunt clung to that retreating prick. His slick red cock-head pulled into her fuck-slot, stuck there for a moment, then came popping out.
The brute hiked back and hopped down from Jennifer’s ass. He turned, standing sideways to her as she looked back over her shoulder at him and saw, to her delight, that his big cock was still stiff and still impressive, although the bags that shot the cum through it were in a deflated condition.
The girl adored a mouthful of her brother’s cock and cum and, naturally, she wondered what a dog’s prick would taste like if she sucked it. Would doggy cum be as fucking scrumptious as sibling spunk?
She gazed speculatively at the brute’s hairy cock, licking her lips. The succulence of Joe’s jism still lingered on her tongue, keeping her naughty appetite simmering merrily away. Jeez, she thought, grinning like an imp I sure have a lot to tell Tracy.
Glancing to see if Joe was watching her — and finding that he was — Jennifer moved her hand into her cunt and gathered up some doggy scum on her fingers, giving her clit a nice little rub in the process. Then she brought her hand up to her lips and licked at the gooey residue.
“Ooooh!” she squealed.
Doggy cum was hot and thick and gamey tasting — and obviously nourishing. If the stuff was so tasty delivered secondhand, what would it be like if a girl — a naughty girl, to be sure — were to suck a load of it right out of a big doggy prick?
She scooped up some more from her cunt and lapped it from her palm and fingers. She could taste her own cum blended with the canine spunk and that, too, was yummy. It reminded her of Tracy’s suggestion that the two of them might eat each other out — a prospect that was becoming more and more intriguing to adventurous Jennifer.
She gazed at Adolph’s cock again, her saucy mouth starting to water. The red meat of his naked cock-head was all slathered with cum and cunt-juice, making it look even more delicious than if his knob had been dry. Her lips trembled at the very idea of mouthing a dog prick that had just come out of a creamy cunthole.
Just imagine sucking a dog’s cock after the beast had been fucking sexy Tracy! Or sucking Tracy’s pussy after it had been hosed full of dog spunk!
Jennifer knew that she was just going to have to call on her raven-haired girlfriend.
But not quite yet.
She looked at Joe again, wanting to be sure that he was paying attention — enjoying naughty things all the more when she was performing for an audience. Joe was gazing down at his prick. He had one hand wrapped around it and was tugging it up and down a bit, making sure that it was still nice and big and stiff. When he saw his sister looking at him, he grinned and drew his hand away, shoving his belly out and offering his prick to her.
She licked her lips and showed him her spunk-drenched tongue suggestively and seductively.
“Can I –” Joe croaked. “Can I fuck you, Sis?”
“Fuck my mouth again — or my cunt?” she whispered.
“I wanna fuck your cunt,” he rasped. “Jeez, Sis, I know it’s naughty but, hell, you let the goddamned dog fuck you and I’m really hot for pussy!”
Her blue eyes gleamed like smoldering cobalt and her pretty face was radiant with desire.
“Wanna change places with Adolph?” she asked.
“Huh?” he muttered, not getting the idea.
“Like you already did, but the other way around.” The saucy little slut giggled.
Joe’s jaw dropped.
“Jeez — you mean –?” he gasped.
“Ummmm. You wanna throw a fuck up my cunt-hole, while I suck the doggy’s lovely prick?”
“Oh, wow! Sis, you’re awful,” he cried, but his prick was bucking like a bronco. Sucking a dog off seemed even more wicked than fucking with the brute — and all the more exciting because of it! He tried to grin but his facial muscles were all stiff and twisted by lust. He nodded.
Jennifer was delighted by his expression and, more so, by the way that his big potent prick was hammering away. How wonderful it would be to have her brother’s cock slamming in and out of her cunt and spurting his cum into her cunt — and enjoying a mouthful of doggy cum as well!
“I hope the fucker can cum again,” she said, huskily. “I really wanna drink doggy jism now!”
Joe gasped, reacting to her depraved confession as she had known that he would. Jennifer slid across to where the German Shepherd was standing. She rolled over onto her side and hiked her belly up a little, parting her legs and lifting one knee so that her crotch was fully accessible. Then she reached out and cupped the dog’s balls.
They were beginning to blow up again, she found, as she fondled them and felt another lovely load of yummy spunk pump into the bags.
Joe was crawling toward her, his prick standing out like a pike aimed at her cunt-gash and his balls hanging down and, like the dog’s, starting to swell once more. Jennifer moaned at the prospect of another double dose, simply adoring jism in either end and positively worshipping the wonderful stuff when she got hosed full at head and tail together. She was glowing radiantly, feeling deliciously depraved and loving that sordid sensation.
Her hand slid up from the dog’s balls and closed around his cock. Adolph turned his head and gazed at her, doggy wisdom sparkling in his eyes.
He yelped with enthusiasm.
Jennifer skinned back on his hairy cock-stalk, making the naked red slab loom out from the sheath. She inhaled all the mixed succulence of cum, cunt-juice and cock-meat wafting heavily from that gamey, slippery knob.
“Watch, Joe,” she whispered.
Joe was not about to look away. Jennifer slid her blonde head under the German Shepherd’s belly and turned her face toward his jutting prick. The dog held himself rigid, his flanks quivering in anticipation of a strange new thrill. Jennifer stared at his cock-knob, hesitating — but not with any reluctance or doubt, simply gazing at that huge slab of red cock-meat like a gourmet at a banquet.
Her pink tongue slid out, fluttering an inch or two from the tip of the dog’s wet cock-head. She looked at her brother, then at the doggy cock, then at her brother again, almost as excited at having Joe witness her depravity as she was at the prospect of sucking off that lovely dog cock.
Her hand pushed back on his prick, rolling the hairy sheath back from his naked cock. The brute’s pisshole was gaping open and the angry red meat of his fat prick was all streaked and lathered with milky cum and pearly pussy-juice looking like some delicacy carefully prepared by a French chef.
Jennifer flicked her tongue against the very tip of the German Shepherd’s cock-head, lightly, merely skinning up the slippery slab. She drew back for a moment, letting that first-ever taste of dog prick stimulate her tastebuds. She made a little purring sound of contentment as she discovered that dog cock was absolutely scrumptious.
Adolph was vibrating all through his big, brawny body, but still held himself in check, waiting for the girl to work her mysterious magic on him, to demonstrate how a human mouth could mysteriously become a fuck-hole.
Joe groaned, his handsome face all twisted with lust. His cock was hammering savagely, desperate to sink into his sister’s available cunt-hole, but like the doggy, he held himself back, waiting for naughty Jennifer to complete this strange threesome.
Jennifer lapped at the dog’s cock again, her flattened pink tongue gliding over the flushed red cock and slurping up the jism and pussy-juice that was all slathered on the slick head of his prick.
“Ummmm, doggy cock is lovely,” she whispered, knowing that her words would further excite her brother — if he could possibly be any more excited than he already was. “I’m gonna blow a whole lot of dogs from now on, Joey! I’m gonna suck off every big doggy I can get!”
“Suck him, Sis! Suck the fucker!” Joe urged. The sight was making him so fiery hot that he thought that his eyeballs might melt.
The blonde teenager began to lave the dog’s cock-head with moist slurps, bathing all over his prick, her slobber glistening on the meat to replace the mingled cum-juice that she was tonguing up.
Adolph whined. A great glob of gooey pre-spunk appeared in his open pisshole. The stuff was too thick to drip down, it gleamed there in his cleft like a melted pearl. Jennifer whimpered hungrily at the sight.
She shot a glance at Joe, then slid her tongue out and very daintily licked the cum drop out of the German Shepherd’s open pisshole. It rolled onto her lapper, as heavy as a lump of lead.
The girl let the doggy spunk run over her tingling tastebuds, tantalizing her, whetting her appetite for the main course. Joe was panting. Jennifer pushed her tongue out so that he could see the pearly goo on her pink tongue meat. He groaned at the inspirational sight. The dog jism was flowing like a glob of quicksilver, fluid yet thick.
Jennifer swallowed the delicacy, moaning. Her brother’s cum was lovely to drink, but the dog’s slime was hotter and thicker and gamier and she longed for more, yearned for a bellyful of the sweet stuff.
She opened her mouth wide and pushed her lips down over the animal’s prick-head. She sucked rapturously, whimpering, her cheeks hollowing in and her lips puckering out as they collared his cock-stalk.
The dog bellowed like a bull. Now that his cock-head was in the girl’s mouth, there was no mystery about it. He began to hump frantically, fucking into her face and tipping her blonde head back as his cock filled her greedy maw and plunged back to her throat.
Jennifer sucked as the brute withdrew. That wonderful mouthful was making her so hungry and so horny that her nipples stood out as if they were going to fly right off her plump tits, and her clit protruded out from her soaking cunt, aimed at her brother.
She opened her legs wider.
Joe knelt between her slim, shapely thighs and dipped down, bringing his huge cock level with her groin. He grasped his sister by the hips and, without manual guidance, inched his prick into her fuck-slot.
His cock-knob slid easily into her cunt and her cunt-lips clamped around him, sucking and dragging, wanting him deeper up her cunt.
Joe held steady for a moment, with only his cock-knob in his sister’s cunt, savoring the anticipation. Then, with a long, slow, underslung stroke, the horny youth slid his prick all the way into her cunt.
“Ahhhh!” Jennifer sighed, feeling her pussy fill to the core as the doggy continued to pound his prick into her mouth with frantic vigor. Joe’s hands slid under Jennifer’s trim little ass, lifting her loins higher. Ass corkscrewing, he began to ram his prick in and out of her cunt-hole. Jennifer fucked with him, her ass grinding and her hips jerking. Her belly dipped, and her thighs hooked around his heaving flanks, clamping him in a velvet vise.
Her pliable cunt-hole molded itself around the contours of his cock, clinging to every inch and sucking like a mouth. The inner rings pulled on her brother’s prick, driving the lad to a frenzy. He shoveled his cock to her fast and hard, his cock vanishing to the root in her hairy cunt.
“Unghhh, unghhh!” Jennifer grunted as her brother jolted into her cunt, and the doggy stuffed her head full of rock-hard prick. The brute was humping so fast now that his haunches were a dark blur. His long, bushy tail was swirling about like a propeller behind his haunches. Jennifer writhed in exquisite joy, fucking and sucking with wild abandonment, her mouth as hot as her cunt.
Her pussy began to cream.
Her mouth was slobbering as if it, too, were in the sweet spasms of an orgasm.
Joe pounded in furiously, his balls whacking against her upthrust ass with a solid thud. The dog’s scumbags were rolling in under her chin. Both sets of balls were full of cum, and Jennifer longed for both loads. Her belly was already full of cum, and she wanted to gulp down great gobs of doggy jism to enhance that nourishment. She wanted her brother to pour his next load into a cunt that was already drenched with thick animal juice.
“Slime me, Joe!” she wailed as Adolph’s prick pulled back through her lips. “Feed me your hot — umpfff!”
She gagged as dog cock jammed into her gullet.
The German Shepherd was tossing her head about on his prick, like a bull goring a matador with his horn, and Joe was heaving her slim pelvis up and down as he fed his cock to her pussy with savage thrusts.
Jennifer was cumming and cumming. Cunt-juice poured from her pussy each time her brother stuffed her full, lathering her groin and running down into the crack of her jerking ass.
Adolph growled, his lips turning back from his gleaming fangs in a doggy grimace.
His jism rocketed into her mouth.
“Oooooh!” Jennifer wailed, gulping the sweet scum down greedily.
The thick, gluey stuff was all coming out of the dog’s cock-head in a slimy rope, bonding his balls to her belly by a creamy tether.
“He’s spunking in my mouth, Joe! The fucking dog is shooting in my mouth!” she cried.
But Joe already knew that. She was swallowing ravenously, but the brute’s bestial load was too much for her. Foaming cum spilled from her lips and poured in cascades down her cheeks and chin.
“Gonna blow, Sis! Gonna hose your cunt!” her brother walled, as his balls exploded.
“Yeah, unghhhh, fill my cunt, Joey!” Jennifer moaned, pumping her crotch wildly down to meet his prick as his jism jetted out.
Joe shot into her cunt so hard that she could hear his cum splash as it doused her, sloshing into a pool of cum and doggy spunk. Her tight pussy sucked, milking on his spurting prick, soaking up his jism like a sponge. Her clit exploded on his sliding cock-stalk, sparking again and again as her brother filled her fuck-hole, and her doggy continued to pump his gamey goo into her hungry mouth and belly.
At last the animal faltered, his flanks grinding down to a quivering halt. Jennifer nursed a few last globs out of his prick, then pulled her mouth off the brute’s drained prick and concentrated on fucking off her own climax as her brother spilled out the last squirts of his cum into her pussy.
Then Joe, too, was finished. He clung to her for a moment, his cock jammed up her pussy. Then, gasping, dizzy with his dynamic cumming, the boy pulled his emptied cock out of his nubile sister’s flooded cunt-gash.
His fat prick stood out straight for a moment, then collapsed like a felled tree. His cock-head whacked against his trembling thigh.
Jennifer gazed wistfully at that brotherly prick and sighed, realizing that Joe was finished for the moment. Then she looked at Adolph hopefully, but that potent brute, too, had shot his bestial bolt. His thick cock was retracting slowly back into his loins, the knob already enveloped by the hairy sheath, and his balls shriveled and voided.
Full of cum and well creamed, herself, insatiable little Jennifer still felt all hollow and empty now, with no stiff cock available to plug her full.
Then, on this day of adventure, she thought about Tracy — and smiled.
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Warehouse Ghosts Part 1
Elena’s just moved into a new apartment, only to find out its old inhabitants are still around. The dark sprits demand to be satisfied and unbeknownst to Elena… she’ll satiate all of their needs, whether she wants to or not.
Natural Born Cocksucker
Another off the top of my head…
SEVEN MONTHS WITH MARIE: PART THREE
Foreword: Well, Marie did indeed write her story and it will be the next one I post. She actually completed it about a month ago, but I had to complete this story first so I could continue everything chronologically. Anyway, please enjoy and feel free to critique and/or comment. Thanks again for reading! Here we go….
Seven Months With Marie- Part Three
Summer 2004
Six days had passed since my girlfriend Marie had persuaded her friend Michelle to have sex with me while she watched. We’d only been together for three weeks total. She was the wildest girl I had ever met and certainly ever dated. She had told me before that night that she liked to imagine me having sex with her friends when she masturbated. Six nights ago, she brought that particular fantasy to life. I would normally keep a story like that to myself, but Marie really didn’t care who I talked about our sex life with. She was completely free spirited and a complete freak when it came to anything sexual. I was definitely in love.
It was ‘guys night’ and I was out playing cards with Allen, Sam and Nick. They were my three best friends at the time and they were all intrigued by the stories I would recount about my sexual adventures with Marie. I had just told them about the whole thing with Michelle. I chose to leave her name out of it because Nick actually knew her and I didn’t think she’d be too pleased about me going around telling everyone that she fucked me while Marie watched us and got herself off.
“You lucky bastard!” Allen shouted as he punched me in the arm.
“You don’t know the half of it dude.” I said.
“So, she just wants sex all the time?” he pressed.
“It seems that way.” I smiled.
Like always, they wanted to hear more, so I ran down each “eventful” day of the week for them. “On Sunday, she came over after we got off of work. Once we were back at my house, I put on a movie, and during the movie, she stripped me down and jacked me off right there on the living room floor.” I smiled. “Then, Tuesday night, I took her to Applebee’s for dinner. Just for the record, I fucking hate Applebee’s, but even I enjoyed it that night! She waited until our waiter was gone for a while and no one was looking our direction and then slid off of her seat and under the table. She starts giving me a blowjob in the middle of the restaurant. She didn’t even stop when our waiter came back with our dinners. It took all of my will to maintain my composure when he asked me if I needed anything else before he left. A couple of minutes later, I had to bite my lip when I blew my load. Then she closed up my pants and popped back up on her side of the table and ate dinner. Fucking amazing!”
“Bullshit.” Nick interrupted.
“I swear dude!” I defended myself.
“So then what?” he asked.
“Okay. Friday night after work, we went to the beach. We brought two bottles of wine with us and climbed out to the end of the jetty. We drank both bottles and then went skinny dipping. Then we made love in the gulf. It’s like, every single night with her tops the one before.” I got a lot of pats on the back and was told numerous times how lucky I was. I knew I was lucky.
The next day, I went to work. Marie was working too and I was super excited to see her. She asked me how guys night went. I told her it was fine and I mentioned how jealous they all were of me. I could tell she got a kick out of that. She then told me that she was going out with the girls after work. I was only bummed for a second because immediately after telling me, she invited me to come along. I grew up with sisters, so I’m no stranger to keeping company with a group of girls. I happily accepted.
Now, I love to party as much as the next guy, but these girls put me to shame. We got out of work and went immediately to the bar next door. It was me, Marie, Michelle (YAY!) and their other friend who was kind of new to the restaurant. Her name was Becky. As soon as we arrived we ordered three pitchers of beer and a round of shots.
Becky was a little younger than the rest of us. She had recently turned 21. She had moved down to the beach right after deciding to leave college. She was in one of those transitional stages in her life where she needed room to breathe. She had a baby face with big blue eyes. She was thin with dirty blonde hair and small breasts. Her ass was small, but round and perky. All in all, I found her quite attractive.
After we finished our drinks, we headed over to the Tiki Hut. Alexis was tending bar again and she recognized me and Marie. We enjoyed several more rounds and even got a discount from Alexis. After having sex with Michelle, I definitely noticed her demeanor around me change. She laughed freely and leaned in very close when she spoke to me. There was never any ‘personal space’ awkwardness. I wondered how much of that had to do with Marie. She seemed to have a strange way of relaxing the people around her. Whenever Marie was around, people just tended to go with the flow.
We were all laughing and telling jokes. Marie made an obscure reference to the beach outside where we had had sex in front of a handful of people a few weeks earlier. Michelle laughed but Becky clearly hadn’t heard about that yet. After a while, Marie and Michelle were both being very openly flirtatious with me. I was enjoying all of the attention I was getting from both Michelle and Marie. Becky was a different story. Becky was young and somewhat shy. Her demeanor was a stark contrast to Marie and Michelle’s. They had both seen and done it all. Becky was reserved. She was quiet. The more time I spent around her, the more I just wanted to do whatever I could to corrupt her. We were all laughing our asses off and having a great time when we closed the place down.
Michelle invited us over to her place to wrap up the evening. The last time Marie and I had gone over to Michelle’s things got pretty wild. I wasn’t sure what kind of effect Becky’s presence might have on my chances of having a repeat performance of our last visit, but I was willing to take my chances.
By the time we got there, we were all fairly tipsy. We had gotten Alexis to sell us an 18 pack of beer before we left the bar. We each cracked open a fresh one and sat in a circle on the floor in the living room. Just as we sat, Michelle started laughing hysterically.
“What?” Marie asked.
“Ha-heh. Nothing, nothing. I just remembered what you looked like the last time you were sitting on the floor in here.. Hahaheh!” Marie and I joined Michelle as she laughed. She was referring to the fact that the last time Marie had sat on her living room floor, she had been naked and fingering herself while she watched me and Michelle have sex.
“Right?” Marie sighed.
“We should do that again.” I smiled.
“Do what again?” Becky asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Marie coyly smiled as she sipped her beer.
“Seriously, what are you guys talking about?” Becky pressed.
Marie looked over to me and then to Michelle. We were all smiling at each other. “Should we tell her?” Marie asked.
“I don’t care.” I said.
Michelle looked a little more cautious. She was clearly reluctant, but we were also all really drunk. “Okay, but only if she swears she won’t tell a soul!”
“I promise! I promise! What?!?” Becky smiled with her eyes wide open.
Marie leaned toward Becky and put her hand on her knee. She took a breath and looked Becky in the eye and said “Last weekend John and I came over here. We got drunk and the three of us ended up having sex.”
“What?!?” Becky shouted in disbelief. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No, I am not fucking with you.” Marie smiled as she leaned back and took another sip of beer.
Becky sat quietly for a moment, allowing it to sink in. She collected herself and then looked back up at Marie. “How?”
“You mean how did it happen?” Marie asked. Becky nodded with her eyes still wide. “Well, I told Michelle that I think John has a nice looking dick…”
“Your exact words were ‘beautiful cock’.” Michelle corrected her.
“Sorry.” Marie paused. “A beautiful cock. Anyway, she said that cocks can’t be beautiful, so when Johnny got here I asked him to show it to her.”
“But I didn’t.” I chimed in. “Not right when I got here anyway.”
“That doesn’t matter.” Marie continued. “Anyway, eventually he did show her and then one thing just kinda led to another…”
“What!?!” Becky interjected. “So he just pulls out his penis and that’s it? You can’t just go from ‘he pulls his thing out’ to ‘we all had sex together.’ What happened in between?”
Michelle leaned forward and said “Well, he didn’t just pull it out.” Then she looked at me. “You pretty much just got completely naked, right?” I smiled. “So we were looking at it for a while and Marie said that I had to see it when it was hard to get the full effect.”
“Right.” Marie nodded. “So I started talking all dirty so he’d get excited and then we all just kinda got into it and then it just happened.”
Becky was sitting with her jaw hanging open. She was clearly blown away by what we had admitted to her. Finally, she looked over to Michelle. “So is it?”
“Is what?” Michelle smiled back.
“Is it… Is it…” Becky wrestled with the question as she motioned toward me.
Michelle cut in. “Beautiful? Yes, it’s very nice. Very nice.”
“Thanks Michelle.” I said, clinking my bottle into hers.”
It was clear that this was all very foreign territory to Becky. Her face looked like she was trying to grasp quantum physics. There were going to be a lot of questions. “So, you both had sex with him?”
“Yeah.” Marie smiled.
“And you’re okay with that?” Becky asked Marie.
“Yeah.” Marie answered. I loved that she just left it at that. She felt no need to offer an explanation.
Becky went quiet again. After some more thought another question bubbled to the surface of her mind. “So what happened?”
“Well…” Michelle began but didn’t really know where to go. Marie took over.
“First, we all went down on each other. Then I asked John and Michelle to fuck each other so I could watch. They did and I watched. Then he fucked me and Michelle watched. Then Me and Michelle messed around while he watched.”
“Oh my god…” Becky murmured.
Marie smiled at her. “You’ve never done anything like that?”
“No!” Becky shouted in protest. “Jesus, I’ve only had sex with two guys and I’ve never even kissed a girl!” It became clear to me that there was a battle raging in Becky’s mind. There was the part of her that needed to cling to her demure purity and it was fighting for dear life against the side of her that was fascinated and excited by what she was hearing.
“You’ve never kissed a girl?” Marie asked. It was amazing to her that a creature like Becky could have survived for 21 years without some other girl planting the flag.
“No!” Becky shouted.
“Oh my God, I’m totally kissing you!” Marie smiled her cool smile.
“What, here?!?” Becky stammered.
“Yeah.” Marie smiled. “It’s not a big deal.” Marie coaxed. “Look.” She said as she turned toward Michelle and leaned into her. Michelle turned to meet Marie’s lips and they shared a brief peck on the lips. “See?”
Becky’s brow furrowed.
“Come on.” Marie continued. “I’m sure it’ll happen eventually so you might as well get it over with, right?”
Michelle’s eyes were darting back and forth between the two of them. She was grinning ear to ear. Becky’s face finally softened and she surrendered to the pressure. “Okay, fine.” She sat up on her haunches and looked at Marie. I watched as Marie rose to her knees and scooted toward Becky.
Marie was the most disarming person I had ever known. It was like she had some kind of psychic power over people. She could make almost anyone just drop their inhibitions at the drop of a hat. It was breathtaking to behold. She was on her knees, face to face with Becky. She smiled her slow smile and Becky’s face untangled and suddenly she looked relaxed and beautiful. Marie’s lips were inches from Becky’s. Becky took a deep breath. “This is so weird.”
“Are you ready?” Marie asked as she placed a reassuring hand on Becky’s shoulder. Becky answered by closing her eyes and taking another deep breath. Marie leaned in and slowly pressed her lips to Becky’s. Becky froze momentarily and then gently cocked her head. Marie made small biting motions with her lips and Becky soon followed her lead. Marie then reached up and cupped Becky’s face in her hands and pressed her lips harder against Becky’s. She opened her mouth a hair and gently slid the tip of her tongue across Becky’s upper lip. Becky responded by parting her lips just enough to allow Marie’s tongue entry. Becky was taking jagged shallow breaths as she surrendered more and more territory to Marie’s ever exploring tongue. Soon after, Becky began to prod Marie’s mouth with her own tongue. All total, the kiss only lasted about twenty seconds, but it was enough to get me really hot.
I was lying on my back against the couch at the time and as I watched the kiss unfold, I became immediately aroused. The crotch of my jeans bulged upward as they broke apart. They were both smiling and staring into each other’s eyes. Then I heard Michelle whisper “Hey Marie.”
Marie turned to look at Michelle. Michelle gestured toward me and popped her eyes open wide. She had motioned toward my crotch. Marie’s eyes drifted down to the bulge in the front of my jeans and she smiled at me. The mood was perfect and Marie had guided us there with expert precision. I smiled back my approval and she turned to face Becky again. “Hey Becky?”
“Yes?” Becky answered following Marie’s gaze back to me.
“Do you wanna watch Johnny jack off?”
“Are you serious?” Becky asked, clearly conflicted.
Michelle was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “You know you do.” She pushed.
Becky’s face tightened up again as she looked around the room, first to Michelle, then Marie before finally resting her eyes on me. I gave her a reassuring smile. Her face loosened up a bit and she looked back up at Marie. “Jesus… Okay, but you guys can’t talk to anybody about any of this!”
As I rose to my feet, Marie stood and pulled Becky up to stand beside her. She led Becky over to the couch and sat her down next to Michelle. They all looked up at me as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I wasn’t wearing underwear that day, so when I pulled my jeans open my fully engorged cock just flopped out. Becky’s eyes went wide as I reached up and firmly gripped my shaft. I took a step closer to them and started stroking myself for them. Becky was transfixed on my movements. Marie quietly leaned over to Michelle and began to kiss her.
Becky finally pulled her eyes away from me long enough to see Marie and Michelle kissing passionately on the couch next to her. Marie noticed her watching them and pulled away from Michelle. She then leaned over toward Becky and surprised her by kissing her again. Michelle was watching me jack off and I was watching Marie making out with Becky. Becky’s reluctance was still showing but she was much less rigid at that point. I took a step closer to them as they kissed and stroked my cock just inches from their faces. I got to see Becky’s eyes go wide one more time as Marie pulled away from her lips and turned toward me. She eagerly wrapped her lips around my cock and pulled me deep into her wet mouth.
Michelle sat on one side of Marie and Becky sat on the other. Becky was still a bit in shock, but Michelle watched Marie suck my cock and smiled as she placed her hand on the back of Marie’s head. “Suck that cock girl!” Michelle goaded in a pretty decent ghetto accent. Marie slid off the couch and dropped to her knees in front of me. She kept sucking me off as Michelle slid toward Becky and leaned in to kiss her. The last bit of Becky’s reluctance melted away as she boldly kissed Michelle with her mouth open. I watched their tongues dancing as Marie reached down to her own waist and began to unbutton and unzip her pants.
Marie slid her thumbs into her waistband and pushed her pants down to her knees as she slid her mouth over my cock again. Becky saw her doing it and between kisses with Michelle she muttered “Oh my god.” She then began moaning softly into Michelle’s mouth as Marie slid her middle finger between her own legs and began fingering herself.
Michelle began to realize how turned on Becky was getting by watching Marie suck my cock while fingering herself. As they continued kissing, Michelle slowly slipped her hand between Becky’s thighs. Becky reluctantly responded to Michelle’s advance by easing her legs apart. Once she had gotten the go-ahead, Michelle began to apply pressure and Becky began to moan louder. By that time, Michelle was getting pretty horny herself. She decided to take it one step further and reached for the button on the waist of Becky’s shorts.
Marie was still giving me an amazing blow job as I watched Michelle unzip Becky’s shorts to reveal pink cotton panties. She then pressed her palm against Becky’s stomach and gently slid her fingertips into Becky’s panties, easing them down inside. As Michelle’s fingers disappeared, Becky released a deep moan of pleasure.
Michelle was pushing Becky into a whole new place and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. I wanted to go to that place too. I reached down and pulled my shirt up and dropped it to the floor. I then pushed my pants down around my ankles. I looked down at Marie and commanded her “Take off your clothes.”
She stood up and immediately took off her shirt as I stepped out of my jeans. I stood in front of Michelle and Becky as Marie unclasped her bra and flung it across the sofa. Michelle looked up at me as she continued to finger Becky and I stepped closer to her, practically pushing my cock into her face. She smiled and opened her mouth as I pushed my cock between her lips. I let Michelle suck my cock as Marie wriggled out of her jeans and then peeled off her panties. Marie then sat next to Michelle and took my cock back into her own mouth.
Michelle took that as her cue to slip off of the couch and grab hold of the waistband of Becky’s shorts. Becky looked over at Marie sucking my cock as she lifted her ass off the couch so Michelle could slide her shorts and panties off. Becky then sat back down next to her and pulled her shirt up over her head. Finally, she unclasped her bra and let it slide off of her shoulders. I stared at Becky’s firm young body as Marie sucked my cock and continued to fervently finger her wet pussy. I watched Becky accept Michelle’s tongue back into her mouth. I watched as she eagerly spread her legs to give Michelle’s nimble fingers full access. Somehow, Marie had taken us there again.
Becky was leaning back into the arm of the couch. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning with each insertion of Michelle’s fingers. Marie saw her and looked up at me. She pulled her lips away from my cock and motioned her head toward Becky. I had to make sure I understood her, so I raised my eyebrows in question. Marie smiled and nodded. Without another thought, I stepped over to the side of the couch and looked down at Becky as she delicately moaned. Michelle was looking up at me and smiling her approval too. I waited until Becky turned her head and I leaned forward and pushed the tip of my cock against her lips.
Her eyes popped open and her head jerked away. She looked up at me and then over to Marie. I’ll never forget this… Marie smiled at her and then made a ‘kiss’ sound at her. It was so hot! Anyway, Becky leaned back again and slowly turned her head toward me. She looked up and made eye contact with me as she opened her mouth and slid her tongue out to rest on her lower lip. I leaned forward again and placed my cock on her tongue.
It became clear to me pretty quickly that Becky hadn’t given a lot of blow jobs. I soon found that it didn’t matter much and almost made it hotter. Knowing that I was on a very short list of guys that had fed Becky a cock gave me a sharp little thrill. I was fascinated with this ability Marie seemed to have to get people to do the most taboo things without thinking twice. Becky carefully sucked me and I enjoyed every clumsy moment of it.
Marie turned her attention to the only person in the room still clothed. She stood in front of Michelle and reached down to help Michelle get her top off. Michelle, as usual, wasn’t wearing a bra. Marie pulled her up by the hand and pushed her shorts down to the floor. Finally, all four of us were naked. Michelle and Marie sat back down on the couch. I pulled my cock away from Becky’s lips and walked back over to the front of the couch. Marie had already spread her legs and began fingering herself. I stood in front of her and slid my hand up and down my spittle drenched cock. Michelle spread her legs and began rubbing her slit as well. Soon after, Becky spread her thighs wide and joined them. I stepped up to Marie and she leaned forward and pulled me into her mouth again. I then stepped over to Michelle and she took her turn. Then I went back to Becky and offered her another taste which she eagerly accepted.
Marie watched Becky suck me in deeper and more vigorously. It was driving her wild and she was getting that strange little itch that she tended to get. Finally, she leaned across Michelle and said “Becky?”
“Mmm-hmm?” Becky moaned onto my cock.
“Do you want to fuck Johnny in front of us?” she almost whispered to her. I pulled my cock away to give her some room to answer.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her forearm and blushed a little. “Seriously?”
Marie leaned into Becky’s face and got inches from her lips. “Seriously.” She said in a whisper. She leaned forward further and pressed her lips against Becky’s. As she pulled away she lightly hissed “I want to watch you fuck my boyfriend.” Becky smiled.
I sat down next to Becky on the couch and then pulled her leg across my lap. Becky straddled me and slightly arched her back as I drew her left nipple into my mouth. I could feel her warm pussy lips brushing over the tip of my cock.
Marie stood up and pulled Michelle with her. They embraced passionately and went back to their heated kissing as I grabbed hold of Becky’s hips and gently eased her down onto my cock. She moaned aloud as I slid into her. Her pussy was tight and soaking wet and felt incredible. It became immediately clear to me that it had been a while for her. I was very excited that she had decided to take me as her third lover.
As Becky gently began rocking her hips, her moans grew in both volume and frequency. I peered past her small bouncing breasts and saw Marie pull Michelle down on to the floor. Marie lay on her back and pulled Michelle down on top of her. They immediately began kissing again and Marie groped at Michelle’s firm breasts. I really loved watching Marie. She was so passionate and involved that it was difficult to look away from her. I didn’t want Becky to feel like I was taking what she had given me for granted, so I tore my eyes away from the two writhing women on the floor and focused back to fondling Becky’s little tits.
I rolled her hardening nipples with my finger tips and she moaned her approval. She had quickened her pace and was bouncing on my cock at a rapid clip. I figured it would make her cum faster which I was completely happy with. I was going to need all the stamina I could muster if I was going to survive the night.
I noticed some more movement from the corner of my eye and decided to steal another glance at Marie and Michelle. I’m glad I did. Marie had swiveled underneath Michelle and had positioned her head between Michelle’s thighs. They were in the 69 position. I immediately got so turned on that I had to close my eyes. Just seeing the two of them biting and slurping at each other’s cunts was enough to bring an extremely premature load and I couldn’t afford that. I leaned my head back against the couch and moaned into the night. I then felt Becky’s lips press against mine. I wasn’t expecting a kiss, but I wasn’t opposed to it either, so I leaned into her and was happily surprised to find that Becky was an amazing kisser. We kissed furiously and wild as her moaning began to escalate. I could tell by the erratic movements of her hips that she was on the verge of climax. I was secretly thankful because despite her inexperience, little Becky had gotten incredibly close to making me cum. Finally she howled into the night and I felt the muscles in her back tighten and contort as a tidal wave of ecstasy washed her away to some forgotten island. She finally stopped shaking and slumped over with me still deep inside her. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were blank and distant. I could only make out the traces of a smile in them. She leaned into me and kissed me deeply a final time before shakily climbing off of me.
As she fell aside, my eyes were immediately greeted with Marie and Michelle still furiously locked into their 69. I immediately knew what to do next. I had really enjoyed fucking Michelle the last time Marie and I came over and I knew how much Marie loved to watch me fuck her friends. Becky was really the only surprise of the evening. This was old territory for the rest of us.
After catching my breath, I stood up and walked over to where Marie and Michelle were lying in the center of the room. I stood behind Michelle and dropped to my knees. As Marie furiously lapped at her cunt I leaned forward and slid the tip of my cock down the crack of her ass. Michelle’s head raised up and turned toward me. She flashed me a smile as she raised her ass a bit higher into the air. As she did, Marie saw me kneeling above her head and she smiled at me. She looked beautiful. Her face was glowing with a mixture of sweat and Michelle’s juices. My cock was still wet with Becky’s. Before I could slip inside Michelle, Marie tilted her head up and licked my shaft. I leaned forward to oblige her and she took my cock into her mouth and slurped Becky’s cunt cream off of my shaft. When she pulled away, I eased forward and slipped into Michelle’s warm wet pussy.
I peered over and saw Becky sitting on the couch. She was just sitting there, breathing heavily and watching us. After thrusting in and out of Michelle for a while, I pulled out and fed my cock to Marie again. She licked off all of Michelle’s juices and then guided me back into Michelle’s pussy.
For a while, I enjoyed going back and forth between Michelle’s pussy and Marie’s mouth, but I knew I wasn’t going to make either of them cum that way and my mission had become to bring all three of them to orgasm. I pushed into Michelle and fell into a steady rhythm. She felt incredible and she occasionally stole moments between lapping at Marie to moan for me. The sensation was heightened by Marie sucking one of my balls into her mouth and humming. I then felt her slide up some and I felt her tongue slide up my ass crack. I quivered at the feeling. It felt amazing, but I had to get her to stop. I felt her hands grip my cheeks and pull them apart. Then her warm wet tongue slid up the back of my sack, across my taint and then swirled with slight pressure around my asshole.
I was dangerously close to blowing my wad right then. I reached back behind myself and pushed Marie back downward. I felt her tongue flick at my nuts twice and then slip down my shaft and then it was gone. I can only assume that she had focused her attention to Michelle’s clit, because Michelle moaned with extra enthusiasm and pushed back against me hard.
I reached up and grabbed Michelle’s pony tail by its base and tugged on it hard enough to get her to arch her back and cry out lightly. I bore into her hard and pounded deep as Marie tongued her clit. We could both tell she was going to cum soon. I pounded even harder and Marie pushed her entire face into Michelle’s cunt as a burst of growls and screeches erupted from Michelle. Her body shook and she shouted “Fuck you! Fuck you!” which I found slightly odd.
From between my legs I heard Marie laughing “Holy shit!”
“Awwweee.. Fuck you!” Michelle shouted again.
I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I just played along. “Yeah, fuck me!” I shouted. I pulled harder on her ponytail and thrust my cock as deeply into her as I could. Michelle howled in pleasure as she arched her back and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she squirted her juices onto my cock.
I had managed to bring Becky and Michelle to climax without blowing my nuts all over the room and I was honestly amazed. I can only thank the liquor. My cock slid from Michelle’s glistening cunt and she fell softly off of Marie. Marie rose to her feet and looked down at Michelle. Michelle was smiling back up at her. Then Marie spoke. “Michelle… remember what I asked you about the other night?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
Michelle sat up and cocked her head to the side “Right now?” she asked.
“You still up for it?” Marie smiled back at her and then turned to step toward the couch.
“What’s going on?” Becky asked leaning forward. Marie looked over at Becky as she positioned herself in front of the arm of the couch and then leaned forward resting her body on it. She smiled at Becky and then glanced back at me and shot me a smile as she placed her hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart revealing her asshole to us all.
“Okay, let’s do it.” Michelle smiled as she rose to her knees and clambered over to Marie. She remained on her knees behind Marie and looked up at me. I had no idea what they had planned but I was putting the pieces together. “Come here Johnny.” Michelle said.
I walked over and stood by Michelle. She smiled up at me and then turned her head toward Marie’s spread ass cheeks. I watched in complete amazement as Michelle leaned forward and stuck her tongue out. She slowly pressed her tongue against Marie’s asshole and Marie moaned into the night air. Michelle reached up and placed her hands on Marie’s ass cheeks and pushed her tongue and lips harder against Marie’s asshole.
“What the fuck is going on?” Becky chimed in wide eyed from the other end of the couch.
Michelle continued lapping at Marie’s asshole as Marie looked over to Becky and between moans asked her “Have you ever watched someone get fucked in the ass Becky?”
“What?!?” Becky almost shouted. “No!”
Marie only smiled. “You should try it sometime. It’s the most intense feeling ever.” She moaned.
Becky looked disgusted but couldn’t take her eyes off of them. “So, why is she licking your… Why is she licking you THERE?”
Marie moaned again before replying. “To get it wet. Johnny’s cock is pretty big and my ass is pretty tight.” She was speaking in her most sultry drawl to entice me more. I didn’t need it, but I appreciated the effort. “They both need to be really wet so it won’t hurt too much.”
“Oh my God, you’re serious? You want him to stick that thing up your…?” Becky was shocked.
“Just watch. You’ll see why.” Marie trailed off. Becky’s eyes were glued to Michelle as she lapped and spat on Marie’s asshole. Michelle then slipped a finger into her mouth and coated it with saliva before gently sliding it into Marie’s asshole as Marie shuddered. Then Marie opened her eyes and looked back over at Becky. “They both need to be really wet.” She said as she looked back toward me. I was standing next to Michelle still in shock. Apparently Marie and Michelle had planned for Michelle to watch me fuck Marie in the ass. For a moment I considered proposing marriage then and there. I looked up at Becky who had followed Marie’s gaze to me. Marie then continued. “Becky, do you think you can get John’s cock nice and wet for me?”
Becky sat still for a moment and her eyes rolled up into her head. They rolled from side to side as she processed everything. I realized that Marie and Michelle had planned this, but they had planned to do it together. Becky wasn’t part of the plan, but they both wanted to do it so they were improvising. Finally Becky’s face cleared and she had reached a conclusion. I suppose she figured that she had already come this far. Why not go all the way. She slid off of the couch and dropped to her knees next to Michelle. She reached up and took my throbbing cock in her small hands and opened her mouth wide.
Becky wrapped her mouth around my pole and began to slurp up and down on me. As I watched Becky suck my cock and watched Michelle tongue Marie’s asshole, I was overcome with anticipation. I always thought that two girls at the same time would be the pinnacle of my sexual experiences. Now three women were sharing my cock and two of them were prepping the third and myself for the grand finale. I was actually going to fuck Marie up the ass while two of her friends watched completely naked.
Michelle pulled away from Marie’s asshole and it glistened with her spit. Then she pulled Becky’s shoulder and my cock slid out of her tight lips. Michelle then reached up and grabbed my cock by the base and pulled me toward Marie’s tight glistening asshole. Becky’s eyes were open wide and Marie pulled her cheeks further apart as Michelle rubbed the tip of my cock on Marie’s asshole. I then felt Michelle’s other hand rest across my ass cheeks as she placed the tip at the tight entrance to Marie’s anus. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I heard Marie moan.
Becky’s eyes widened even more as Michelle pushed my ass forward and my cock gently eased into Marie’s tight ass. Marie bellowed a low growl as the head of my shaft popped into her ass. She pulled her cheeks open even harder as I slowly slid every inch of my cock into her. “Oh fuck. Yeah, fuck. Put that whole fat cock in my ass!” she moaned.
Once I was all the way in, I slid out a little then back in until I could feel that everything was good and slippery. Then I began to gently quicken my strokes and Marie and I moaned in unison.
I had gotten pretty used to fucking Marie in the ass. She seemed to really enjoy it and would call for it pretty regularly, but I couldn’t believe she was letting me fuck her sweet little ass with both Michelle and Becky watching. I took a moment to take it all in. Michelle was still on her knees to the right of me and Becky was knelt on my left. They both watched my cock slide in and out of Marie’s asshole. Michelle was smiling but the look on Becky’s face was something different. She was biting her lip and furrowing her eyebrows. It almost looked like she was in pain. I couldn’t get a read on the expression. I wasn’t even sure she was enjoying herself until I gazed further south and saw that she was fingering herself. I suddenly had a whole new outlook on Becky. Still, it wasn’t enough to prepare me for what happened next.
Becky slowly rose to her feet, staring me in the eye as she did. She then turned away from me and faced the couch. She leaned forward and rested her head on the back of the couch next to Marie. She turned her head to Marie and looked her dead in the eye with that same awkward expression of pain fused with desire. Marie’s eyes jerked open in surprise as Becky reached down to her sides and gently pulled her own ass cheeks apart.
I was in complete amazement. There was no mistaking Becky’s gesture as anything but what it was. Michelle scrambled to her feet and went over to sit on the couch next to Becky. Becky turned her head to face Michelle and Michelle looked her in the eye. “Are you sure?” Michelle asked.
Becky’s expression hadn’t changed. “I don’t know… I just want to feel what that feels like.”
Michelle glanced across her to Marie. “Are you okay with this?” Michelle asked.
I had frozen and could see that Marie was smiling but still clearly shocked. “Are you fucking kidding me? I am SOOO okay with this.” I couldn’t wrap my mind around how nasty Marie was. She pushed me back and I slid out of her. She literally could not wait to watch me fuck another girl in the ass. Marie stood behind me and scooted me over behind Becky. She got on her tippy toes and looked over my shoulder as she took my cock in her hand and bumped me forward so she could rub the tip on Becky’s asshole. “Does that feel good?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Becky moaned. Marie pulled me back again and then crossed in front of me to push Michelle’s head towards Becky’s. Becky and Michelle began to softly kiss each other as Marie dropped down behind Becky and slid her tongue into Becky’s ass crack. Becky moaned into Michelle’s mouth as Marie licked her anus. Marie then began to wriggle her tongue inside Becky’s asshole as she reached up to jerk me off. Once Marie was satisfied that Becky’s asshole was wet enough, she leaned back and gently eased the tip of her forefinger into Becky. She gently eased past the first knuckle as Becky moaned. Then the second knuckle. Then, Marie’s entire finger was in Becky’s bum. Becky moaned a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Marie softly spoke to Becky. “Try to relax. Don’t fight it. Just let me in.” Soon after that, Marie was sliding her finger in and out and Becky was moaning louder. Then Marie inserted a second finger and Becky moaned even louder. Michelle’s hand had found its way between her legs and she was fingering herself. She kissed Becky furiously as Marie finger-fucked her asshole and sucked my cock simultaneously.
Finally, Marie stood again and resumed her position behind me. She once again guided my cock to Becky’s now glistening sphincter. She rubbed the tip up and down Becky’s asshole and softly asked her “Are you ready Becky?” Becky moaned her approval. “You want Johnny to stick his fat cock in your tight little virgin asshole?” I loved it when Marie got really dirty and tonight she was going to reset the bar. Again Becky moaned in anticipation. “Yeah? Are you a little fucking slut?” Michelle was now rapidly diddling herself.
“Yes!” Becky shouted as I applied slight pressure against her quivering anus. “Yes, I’m a fucking slut!”
Marie continued to goad her. “Yeah? Are you a little fucking cunt that wants my boyfriends big fat fucking cock shoved up her ass?”
“Yes!” Becky moaned as I thrust a bit harder and felt my tip pushing her anus open. “Yes, I’m a fucking cunt, and I want your boyfriend to put his big dick in my ass!”
With that I eased forward and slid my cock deep inside of Becky’s tight unspoiled asshole. She howled into the pillow on the couch as I did and Marie continued to goad her as I began to slowly find a rhythm. “There you go you fucking cunt! How do you like it? How do you like that fat cock going in and out of your ass?”
“Oh, fuck!” Becky shouted.
“Fuck that tight little asshole baby!” Marie shouted before biting my earlobe. “Give that little slut some cock in her ass!” Marie then sat down next to Michelle and slipped her hand under Michelle’s and started finger fucking her as she watched my cock go in and out of Becky’s asshole. Her ass was so tight and Marie was being such a dirty little cunt that I knew I couldn’t hold my load too much longer. Marie continued to throw gas on the fire. She grabbed Becky’s face with her free hand and turned it towards her own. “Open your mouth you fucking cunt!” Becky opened her mouth wide and Marie spit in it! She drew her finger from Michelle and slid it into Becky’s mouth. “Suck on that you fucking cunt!” Becky moaned as she closed her mouth around Marie’s finger. “Can you taste her pussy?” Becky moaned again and opened her mouth. “Don’t you open your mouth! I want you to suck my finger like a cock!”
Becky began to slurp Marie’s finger up and down as I pounded her ass. “Suck that cock you fucking slut! You like sucking cock while you get your ass fucked?”
Becky moaned and that was all I could take. I moaned aloud and blurted out “I’m gonna cum! Fuck! Fuck!”
As I neared orgasm with each thrust, I watched Marie pull her finger out of Becky’s mouth and pull her jaw open. She then spit into Becky’s mouth again and a glob of it splashed across Becky’s cheek. “Is that what you want you fucking whore? You want some guy to cum all over your face while another one cums in your ass?”
Becky was completely awash in a sea of lust and perversions that she had never before explored. “Yes!” she shouted. “I’m a fucking slut! I want cum in my mouth and in my ass! I want your man to cum in my tight little ass!” Becky had forever crossed into a different kind of sensuality, and what an entrance! All at once, I crash landed into the most explosive orgasm of my life. I howled as I forced every inch of my shaft up Becky’s rectum and blasted stream after stream of hot jizz into her butthole.
Marie was smiling up at me as Becky panted lustfully. I finally drew my cock from its latest sheath and a river of spunk flowed out of Becky’s distended asshole and ran down her cunt. Marie leaned into Becky and kissed her hard on the mouth before pulling away and saying “Thank you baby! That was so fucking hot! I’ve been dreaming about watching Johnny fuck someone in the ass for months. I’m glad it was you baby girl.” She kissed her again and then rose to kiss me. “How was that baby? Are you happy?”
It took me a moment to remember how to speak. “Holy shit.” Was all I could muster. Marie laughed. We all four slumped down to the floor and pulled some blankets off of the couch and covered up. We kissed and fondled. Marie and Michelle both praised Becky for being so bold. I was deeply satisfied and was more deeply in love with Marie than ever before. I’m not sure who passed out first but we were all asleep before too long.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. I found that I was alone on the floor, still naked. I looked toward the kitchen where I heard the girls talking. Marie and Becky were sitting at the table in the nude. Michelle was in the kitchen in front of the stove wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. I lay still trying to go unnoticed and get a handle on the situation. Everyone seemed cheerful and happy. Marie was laughing at something Becky said and she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. I don’t know how she always made everyone so comfortable, but she always did. I saw no reason to get dressed, so I kicked the blanket off and stood up. “Good morning.” I said smiling.
I walked toward Marie. “Hey Baby!” she smiled. “Hungry?”
“Starved.” I answered as I stood next to where she was seated. In her typical fashion, she did something outrageous. She turned her head toward my hanging cock and wrapped her lips around it. It immediately sprung to life in her wet mouth. We were well past formalities and Becky just giggled at the sight.
Michelle was walking in from the kitchen with two plates. “Okay, knock it off.” Marie took her mouth off of me as Michelle put one plate down in front of her and placed the other in front of Becky.
Becky smiled at us. “You two are fucking crazy!”
I was horny again from the brief blowjob and decided to stretch this encounter out as far as I could. I started stroking my cock as I walked over to Becky. I stuck my cock in her face and reached down and pinched her bare nipple. She moaned and I slid my cock into her mouth. Michelle rolled her eyes. “Here we go again.”
I was really into it and no longer had all the numbing effects of alcohol. I didn’t want to just let it go, so I straddled Becky’s chair and grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her face. I pinched her nipple hard and felt her teeth clench down on my cock and I shuddered at the pain. Marie then scooted her chair closer to me and grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed them apart. The feeling was amazing as she pressed her tongue into my ass.
She rimmed me as I fucked Becky’s throat and I knew I was going to cum soon. I began to moan louder and louder until I finally pulled away from Becky and turned toward the table. I grabbed my wet cock and jerked myself hard until I sprayed my cum all over Becky’s bacon and eggs.
I was panting as Marie jabbed at the eggs with a fork and took a big bite. She then scooped up some more jizzy eggs and fed it to Becky. They shared their breakfast as Michelle dropped another plate on the table. She then reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. She reached down and squeezed my cock and pulled my head into her breasts.
The three of us proceeded to kiss, fondle and fuck each other well into the afternoon before we all finally went our separate ways. I went home with Marie. I thought about how lucky I was to be with her. I thought about how giving she was to me when it came to bringing my fantasies to life. I remembered that day she was jacking me off and telling me about all of her fantasies. How she had wanted to be fucked by more than one guy at a time. I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect, but it was only fair. Then I thought about how much I loved to watch her be a filthy slut and how much it drove me crazy… I couldn’t just take and take and never give. She had told me what she wanted. I owed it to her to try to satisfy her the way she satisfied me…
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Daddy’s Panties Parts 1 and 2
Blakely takes her stepdad’s lust to new heights
One For a Millionaire
Long story short I’m horny and in the mood to write a sexy story so I’m just going to jump right in. Thanks for reading! This story has offensive material like rape….. you have been warned! Xoxoxox
My Girl Kathy
She was my biggest fantasy untill that night that it all came true.
The Football Coach’s Wife (Part 1)
I have to admit that I did enjoy seeing all those muscular boys. I never saw so many six-pack abs and tight bubble butts in my life. They were even hotter in their uniforms, which i got to see when I went to the games with my husband. He’d be down on the field, of course, and I’d be there in the stands cheering on the team. It was a nice arrangement and it gave me plenty to fantasize about. Yes, there were times when Bill would be fucking me and my mind would drift off all those muscular boys and those amazing asses and bulging biceps.
Step Mother Needs Saving
A loving step mother and son find love.
War Prisoner
Horse dicks!
Mom so Hot! Chapters 11-16
Thing Turn in an Interesting Direction (I DIDN’T WRITE THIS STORY REMEMBER!)
Strip Club Fun for Girls
Strip Club Fun for Girls
I have always dreamed of a being in a strip club and getting turned out by a couple of the female
strippers. I decided to make my fantasy come true and booked a ticket to Vegas for a four day weekend. As
soon as the plane was in the air I ask for a shot of Tequila. The stewardess smiled and said “heading to
Vegas for some fun“. I said “yes I have dreamed about this trip for a while and can hardly wait to get
there”. Then she asked “are you going alone or are you meeting friends?” I told her that I was flying solo so
that I could experience as much of Vegas as possible. She smiled while staring deep into my eyes and
said “well I hope you have a great time and fill all of you fantasies she winked and walked away.” By my
third shot I felt really relaxed and could hardly wait to arrive. I couldn’t stop staring at the stewardess as she
waited on the other passengers. She was amazing and had a body that I would love to see naked. She
must have noticed me watching her because once she finished serving drinks she came over and we talked
for a while. She ask me “what hotel are you staying in?” I answered “The Hard Rock Café.” She
replied “that’s a nice hotel my girlfriends and I stayed there last year. I hope you have a blast and placed her
hand on top of my hand, I felt a wave move through me from her touch. When she removed her hand she
said “maybe I can show you around to a couple of hot spots.” I replied quickly “yes, I would love that.” She
pulled a card out of her breast pocket and wrote her name and number on the back with a note that said I
hope you’re ready for an amazing experience.
I checked into my room, order room service and a large Margarita. I decided what I would wear for the
evening and then relaxed in the tub. When I got out of the tub it was almost 7:00 pm and decided to call
Jasmine the stewardess from the plane. Hey Jasmine this is Holly, “hey girl I am so happy that you called
me, are you ready for a night on the town?” I replied “yes what time do you want to meet up? “How about I
stop by your room at about 8:00 and we could have some drinks”. I replied “sure that will be great, the
Margaritas are fantastic here”.
Once we hung up my mind quickly drift back to the plane and how sexy Jasmine looked in her uniform, I
knew she would drive me crazy in a more revealing out fit. I had to stop myself from rubbing my clit because I
wanted to save it all for tonight.
By the time Jasmine made it to my room I was I was sloppy wet and decided to not wear any panties and
let my aroma drift through the air. If I bent over to far you would be able to see my smooth shaved pussy. I
pulled my hair up on top of my head to keep it out of my face. My perky 38 C breast were tucked in tight and
hanging out just enough to turn a couple of heads. Jasmine looked at me and said “damn girl you are going
to have everyone wanting a piece of you including me”. I smiled and said “you look hot as hell too”. “I knew
you were hot in that uniform but you are more amazing than I expected”. She smiled and gave me quick
peck on the lips and said “we better get out of here now or we may not make it out tonight”. We headed
downstairs to grab a few drinks before we set out on our evening. While we were in the elevator Jasmine
moved in really close and said “I hope you have the best time of your life tonight.” As she was staring into my
eyes she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I moaned and said” I’m sure I will if it continues like this”.
While in the limo Jasmine slid her hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. I moaned and watched her
sucked the juice off of her finger. She said “Oh Holly you are nice and wet and you taste so good, do you
mind if I have a little more. I smiled and said “please help yourself.” Jasmine quickly moved between my
legs and went to town. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on to long because I hadn’t played with myself in a
few days. Jasmine was sucked on my clit like her life depended on it. Her tongue moved rapidly over my clit
and I felt the pressure build in the bottom of my stomach. I looked up at the blonde haired blue eye driver as
she smiled at me, and licked her lips. She pulled out her breast and pinched her nipple while she watched
Jasmine suck my clit I couldn’t take it and grabbed the back of Jasmines’ head and came all over her face.
Jasmine lapped up all of my juices and then sat down beside me and said “that should hold you over until
later on tonight.
The club was dimly lit and there were couples all around kissing and rubbing on one another. There were
three stages all with sexy females dance on each stage. The sexy red head near the wall caught my attention
instantly with her really long nipples and smooth pussy and small hips. I watched her as she slid down the
pool when Jasmine whispered in my ear “do you see something you like?” I kissed her on the lips and
said “yes I do you know her?” She replied “I know them all this is my home away from home” she smiled and
laughed. So Jasmine if this is your home away from home maybe you can help me with my fantasy.
Jasmine replied “oh yes Holly just tell me your fantasy and I’m sure we can do it tonight”. I told her and then
walked over to the bar and waited for the excitement to begin.
After I got my drink I walked to a table in the corner near the stage and sat down. I smile at this girl that
looked like a young JLo she smiled back and blew me a kiss. I sat down and could hardly believe that my
fantasy was about to come true. I watched a small Latino female with wide eyes and breast too large for her
body give another female a lap dance. It was so sensual I got excited as I watched her grind her pussy up
and down on her leg as her tits jiggled. She tenderly kissed her shoulder and rubbed circles around the
outside of her nipples. The girl in the chair could barely sit still I could see her nipples stand up each time
she came close to touching them. I could tell that the lap dance was about to reach a climax because she
rocked really fast and you could see their tongues move in furious kiss. Faster and faster and then a long
pause and you could see her juices run down her leg.
I didn’t notice when the two dancers arrived on the stage but I was drawn in quickly. One of the girls was
rather tall with legs for days and a serious gap in between her legs, the other female was not as tall but had
nice round ass that needed to be slapped. They humped the ground and grinded on a pole, I was in a trance
and didn’t even notice when a female walked over and sat down next to me until she touched my breast. I
breathed in and looked at her it was the young JLo look like. I smiled and pulled her in for a deep kiss, while
I kissed her someone pushed my legs open and rub my sloppy wet pussy. I moaned loudly and begged for
more. My breast was pulled out and someone was sucked on my nipple while little JLo and I had a tongue
fight. Then a finger was pushed deep into my pussy while my clit was sucked I could hardly stand it and I
arched my back as the best climax of my life ripper through my body. My body shook and juice poured out
of my clit I tried to catch my breath. When I finally opened my eyes I saw Jasmine between my legs she
looked at me and said “are you ready to go to the back for the real party?”
I smile and said “yes I can hardly wait.”
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Breakfast is Going to Be Cold
Long unacted on lust causes breakfast with an old friend to be delayed
Jeanette chapter 5
Jeanette and Cynthia have a sleep over. They have learned to help please one another in many ways. Aida isn’t included and is left alone without her two best friends. [for those interested this chapter takes place around the same time as Joe chapter 11]
Lois Pt 2
Went to get a haircut and got a BJ
Best Sisters Forever.
Two sisters who hate each other are left alone in there house together.
The beginning…
This is first story ever to be posted on the internet and it is a true account of the beginning of my relationship. Please provide feedback and suggestions based upon which I will decide whether to continue telling the account or not torture you anymore.
Don’t Use Mom’s Panties 4
Sis leaves soon for college
Mom In A T-shirt And Panties
My own Mom was a ‘Mom I’d Like to Fuck.’
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Walked over by his cheating wife and slut daughter, Willis finally takes charge thanks to the halo!
