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Family Circus – Ch. 5

On Friday, school finished, we drove down to Dr. Vernon’s office after school. After checking in we waited in the reception area until the nurse called my name and we followed her back to an exam room. Mom handed her the paper with the entries on it which the nurse scanned over with some interest. She then turned to Mom and told her, “If you could wait out in the waiting room, I’d appreciate it. We shouldn’t be too long in here.”
Mom just said “Okay” and left the room.
The nurse told me, “Dr. Vernon has been called to the hospital for an emergency. She said that if it’s okay with you, I’m to collect the specimen. If not, you can make another appointment. What would you like to do?”
“I guess it’s fine if you do it, save me an extra trip over here,” I told her.
“One more question. We have a nursing student with us this week. Would it be okay with you if I let her learn by watching? It’s entirely up to you. If you’d be embarrassed or would rather not, that would be okay,” she asked.
I thought for a moment before answering, “After this past week, I think I’m beyond embarrassing. It’s okay with me.”
“Okay, that’s great,” she told me. “Please disrobe completely and put this gown on. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I took off my clothes, hanging them over the chair in the exam room then donned the silly robe before getting up on the exam table and lying back to relax. In a few minutes the nurse returned with a younger woman in tow. She introduced me to the student then began to explain what was going on. “Mr. Davis here came in a week ago after his genitals enlarged or swelled a great deal overnight. Doctor performed an exam including testicular, prostate, and a semen specimen for both volume and sperm count. Everything was negative for abnormalities except for his semen volume being on the very high end of the normal range. She advised Mr. Davis to masturbate at least daily, track his semen output for a week, then return here for another collection for lab analysis. Now, if you scan through the record he brought in, you’ll notice that even with multiple emissions each day, the volume of each emission remained very high.”
“Mr. Davis, I’m not sure what position Dr. Vernon used last week when collecting your output. Were you lying on your back?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Okay, well I’m going to use a different position, one I prefer when there are larger volumes involved. It makes it easier for me to collect the specimen safely. Okay?” she asked.
Wondering what she had in mind, I answered, “Sure. I assume you know what you’re doing.”
“Okay, yes I do. Now, let’s sit up, remove the gown and get it out of the way,” she directed. I sat up and when I did, my penis flopped down between my thighs from where it had been lying on my abdomen. At the same time, the nurse pulled my gown off, exposing me fully to the nursing student. I heard a just audible gasp from her when she saw me naked. “Now Mr. Davis, if you could roll over onto your knees. Yes that’s right. Now just bend over and rest your weight on your elbows and forearms. Yes, that’s it.” I was now on my knees and elbows on the exam table, ass up in the air, penis and testicles hanging down toward the table. To the student the nurse continued, “Now Christine, it’s time for the exam gloves, K-Y, and a specimen cup before we begin.”
I heard them behind me, donning gloves before they returned to my side. With the nurse by my left hip and the student looking over her shoulder, the nurse continued. “As you can see, this position exposes his penis entirely, free of obstruction and makes it easy to place the specimen properly in the cup which we can, for the time being, place here on the table for use when we need it. Now take note of how far his testicles hang down. You want to make sure you don’t bump into them with your hand or you’ll make it difficult for him to maintain an erection, making the whole procedure take longer.”
“Mr. Davis, you’re comfortable?” she asked me.
I had my head resting on the exam table and I mumbled, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
To the student, “Okay, if you could apply a fair amount of K-Y to my left palm, please. Yes, that’s good. We’ll begin with a slow stroking of his penis with my left hand.” I felt the cool K-Y as she grasped my penis near the glans and began to pull gently down on it, releasing her grip as she moved her hand back up each time. Continuing her stroke on my penis, she continued to the student, “Until he’s more fully erect, we’ll use a downward stroke only. Now, apply some K-Y to his anus and I’ll show you a technique that generally will speed things up a bit.” I felt the cool K-Y on my butt followed by her finger penetrating my rectum. “Is that uncomfortable, Mr. Davis?” she asked me as she worked her finger into my anus.
“I feel some pressure, but it’s not bad,” I told her.
“Good that’s normal,” she replied to me before continuing with the student. “Usually a bit of a prostate massage will improve the erection and shorten the time to orgasm.” She was correct. What she was doing felt like it was arousing and I felt my erection get firmer. When she felt me stiffen more in her hand, she began to stroke with longer strokes up and down while her finger was applying changing pressure in my anus. “I don’t know if you can tell, but he seems to have acieved full, or very nearly full erection and I’m stroking both up and down and longer now. It shouldn’t take very long now. Would you like to try it before he releases? It’s the best way to learn.”
I heard the student agree and the nurse told her, “Here, come over here. Load up with the K-Y and you can take over for me.” I felt hands change on me and a finger slide out of my anus to be replaced by another. The student’s strokes were tentative until the nurse corrected her. “More authority, Christine. You’re in charge.” The student’s strokes became more solid as her finger in my anus was alternately applying pressure and relaxing, driving me quickly to orgasm. “Mr. Davis, please let us know when you’re nearing release so we can position the specimen cup.” I nodded my head.
Within a couple of minutes, I blurted out, “I’m almost there.”
“Here, I’ll place the cup here, you remain steady with your stroking, and direct his semen into the cup,” the nurse told the student. I rushed over the top, spurting repeatedly before the orgasm subsided. “There, you did a good job, Christine,” the nurse congratulated the student. “You did, too, Mr. Davis,” she told me, “You can get dressed and I’ll be back in with your mother in a few minutes.”
I climbed down off the exam table feeling a little wrung out. Pulling on my boxers I arranged myself then pulled on my cargo pants, socks, and T-shirt. As I was tying my shoes the nurse returned with Mom. “As I told your mother, Mr. Davis, unless the doctor gets in touch with you after she reviews the information you brought in, there will be no need to continue the regimen she ordered last week,” the nurse told me. With a “have a nice day” she left the room.
On the way home Mom told me, “I’m almost disappointed that we’re done collecting the specimen. I was enjoying the time with you. I feel like I’m losing something here.”
I asked, “Well, what would you like to do about it. I liked it, too. I liked your touch. I liked being naked with you. Actually, do you think it would be okay if I spent more time around the house naked? It’s just more comfortable for me, especially now that I have to stuff all this in my pants.”
“I have no problem with it if Vickie doesn’t and I assume she won’t based on how close you two have apparently become,” Mom replied. “I’m not so sure how I feel about that either.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” I told her, “We’re not doing anything wrong.”
“I’m not so sure, Bobby,” was all Mom said. Then she was quiet the rest of the way home.
Back home, I headed to my room and undressed, wanting to test Mom’s reaction to me being naked more. Lying on my bed I was thinking about our trip to our grandma’s house – Mom’s mother. Vickie and I spent a couple of weeks there each summer for as long as I could remember. Mom would be taking us over on Saturday morning. She’d return home on Sunday since she had to work the next week. While I was lying there Vickie walked in. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Just thinking about the trip,” I told her.
“No, I mean why are you nude?” she pressed.
“Oh, I asked Mom if it was okay if I went naked more around the house. She said it was fine with her as long as it was okay with you. Well, okay with you?” I asked.
“Of course it is. Wonder how she’ll react to my doing the same thing. We’ll check it out,” she told me as she headed out of my room. In a few minutes, she returned naked. “Let’s go watch TV,” she said. We headed down the hall to the den where we plopped down on the couch and turned on the television. We were still sitting there naked when Mom walked in.
“What, you, too, Vickie?” she asked.
“Sure, why not? I enjoy the freedom. Try it, Mom. You’ll like it, too,” she replied.
“we’ll see,” Mom answered without much commitment in her voice as she left the den. Vickie and I looked at each other and laughed.
We sat watching TV until Mom called us for dinner. Heading into the kitchen we found Mom standing in the kitchen wearing just an apron. It was a bib apron and her tits splooged out each side of the bib. Time to sit down to the table, she removed the apron, hung it on the oven handle, and joined us naked at the table. “Is this what you want, me naked with you all the time?” she asked us.
“Sure, why not?” Vickie asked. “Doesn’t it feel nice. You have to admit it feels nicer than wearing clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe. I just need to get used to it, I guess,” Mom replied. “we’ll leave about seven o’clock in the morning to drive to Mother’s house. I want to get there early so I can return home tomorrow night rather than Sunday.”
“Okay, Mom,” I told her. “I’ll be ready.”
“Me, too,” Vickie chimed in.
After dinner Vickie and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen, all three of us laughing and joking about our nakedness together. It could become very natural, very quickly. Finished in the kitchen, Vickie and I returned to the den and the television. Sitting next to one another on the couch, I put my arm around Vickie’s shoulders. In return, she put her hand on my thigh. I felt my penis stir, lying on the couch between my thighs.
Soon Mom came in, still naked, and joined us. She sat down on my other side and patted my thigh. “There, how’s that? I’m getting used to it already,” she told us. With them so close on either side of me, my penis began to stir, first straightening itself then rising slightly off the seat cushion. Mom noticed it and commented, “It’s waking up?” as she moved her hand from my thigh and lightly wrapped her fingers around my hardening penis. “Does it need some release, Bobby?” She began to stroke gently, elicited more rise from it. “I think it does, don’t you, Vickie?” Vickie just giggled and agreed, suggesting that I stand up. Mom agreed with that suggestion and urged me to stand up in front of them.
Out voted on the matter, I stood up, facing them. Mom told Vickie, “Go get a paper cup from the kitchen.” Vickie got up and left returning in a few moments with a Dixie cup. Mom began to stroke my penis in earnest, using both hands as Vickie began to cup my testicles in her hand and lightly massage them with her fingertips.
Vickie told Mom, “I just love the way his balls hang and roll around in my hand.
“Yeah, I like that, too. But I just can’t keep my hands off this penis of his. I’m fascinated by it,” Mom replied. “I’ve never seen or touched anything like it before in my life.” I was pretty much ignoring their chatter as Mom stroked and Vickie fondled and I was becoming more and more aroused. Soon my legs were flexing involuntarily and I knew I was getting close. Mom stopped stroking with her left hand, continuing with just her right as she picked up the paper cup Vickie had set on the couch. I began to moan under my breath just before I peaked with an more audible groan. Mom raised the cup, aiming my penis into it just as I let go, penis pulsing in her hand, ropes of semen hitting the cup, Mom stroking more slowly the slowing to a stop along with the last few dribbles of cum. “There now, Bobby. Isn’t that better?” Mom asked.
“Oh yeah,” was about all I could manage to say as I sat back down on the couch. Mom set the paper cup on the end table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to bed now so I’m ready for the drive tomorrow morning,” Mom said. “You two should probably do the same.”
“Yeah Mom,” we both echoed to her as she headed out of the den. Vickie and I sat there watching television for a few minutes before she quietly went down the hall and returned telling me, “Her vibrator is going. We won’t be seeing any more of her tonight.” With that she shoved me over on the couch and slid up my length until she was able lay a lip lock on me and probe for my tonsils with her tongue. As my penis engorged, it climbed from between my thighs to up between Vickie’s as she lay on top of me.
I broke off the kiss telling her, “Roll off me. Let me on top.” She rolled off me and I got up so she could lie down on the couch. I slipped on top of her and continued the deep kissing, my fully erect penis between our abdomens. “I want to kiss you all over,” I told her as I began to slide down her body leaving a trail of wet kisses as I went. Finding her breast, I kissed and licked all around the nipple before gently sucking as much as could of into my mouth. Switching breasts, I did the same on the other side before continuing my trip down her body. Tongue tracing a track down from her chest to navel, I probed her naval gently before continuing down to her neatly trimmed bush. I licked and kissed all around it before scooting down and working my shoulders under her thighs, reaching around them to take a tit in each hand as I began to lick around her pussy lips, tracing their shape repeatedly, each time pushing in slightly more until I was probing as deeply as I could the length of her lips from front to back. She was beginning to squirm under my touch and murmur softly.
She said “Oh damn” several times before stiffening up and squeezing my head between her thighs in a tight clinch. As she settled, I popped up and crawled back up to kiss her, our tongues probing each other’s mouth. I was between her thighs and Vickie reached down attempting to guide my penis into her pussy. I slipped back down a bit to help that effort then, as I felt it penetrate into the wet hotness of her passion, I gently advanced to slide in slowly without hurting her when I hit bottom. Gently I began to thrust, slowly letting it build. My immediate need to cum tempered by Mom jacking me off into the Dixie cup allowed me to prolong it, stroking slowly, bending down to suck on her breasts, kiss her cheeks, kiss her lips. We made love slowly and gently for a long time before I felt myself getting close to release and began to fuck faster, faster strokes until I felt my penis take over and begin to pulse semen into my sister. Stopping as deep as I could in her I felt her squeezing and releasing on my penis as its pulses faded and I collapsed on her. We kissed long and deep before rolling over onto our side, my penis still all the way in her as it began to soften. Lying there we continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

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Diary of Billy Bob Chapter 3 (House Guest)

This is the diary of Billy Bob McTavish, a teen boy, about he and his young girl cousin growing up, having a family and a wide variety of sexual adventures, some quite bizarre. It has ten chapters: (1) Becoming a Man; (2) Marriage; (3) House Guest; (4) Satisfying Our Guest; (5) Helping a Psychologist; (6) More Sex Therapy; (7) Mutual Therapy; (8) Our Daughter; (9) Our Daughter is 13; (10) ConclusionBilly Bob Chapter 3 (House Guest)
Leah’s best girlfriend was Rachel. Even though Rachel was several years older, they had lived next door to each other from the time they were babies and were as close as two sisters could be. Late that fall, Rachel’s folks moved to Israel and she had pleaded with them to be able to stay to finish her sophomore year of high school. Aunt Hagar agreed to room and board her for the five or six months remaining, so they let her stay. After her folks were gone, she started coming out to our place evenings and biking back to town later that night. After a few months of that, she and Leah convinced Uncle Abraham and Hagar that it would be OK if she just moved in with us for the rest of the winter.
Now that complicated our life some. We still hadn’t been able to buy a bed – just used the pallet that Leah had always slept on. Rachel had her own furniture, a bed, chest and chair, which I hauled out to our house on a truck borrowed from the station. The very first night she asked us to share the bed with her, with Leah in the middle and Rachel on one side and me on the other. Leah thought that was a great idea, “just like old times,” she said. Now when Leah decides to do something, she can be real stubborn about it. I tried to talk her out of having Rachel move in with us, and lost, but this was just too much. I put my foot down and said “no way am I going to sleep in that bed too.” Well, that night I slept on the pallet and Leah and Rachel slept in the bed. They kept me awake with their talking and giggling for half the night.
By the end of the week I was starved for some affection and told Leah so. She said that she and Rachel had already talked about that and had decided on the solution. That night she came to my pallet to make love; I was pretty uncomfortable with having Rachel so near, but Leah said it was OK with both of them. By the end of the next week, I guess that I had gotten somewhat used to the situation and it didn’t bother me so much. In fact, when Leah started moaning and yelling for me to “really move it,” I didn’t even try to shush her. After we had both climaxed and laid there for a little while, just cuddling, Rachel asked us to both get up on the bed so she could talk to us.
I couldn’t find my underwear in the dark, so, since it was so dark we both just sat on the bed buck naked. Rachel said that this just wasn’t working out for her. She could hear us making love and could even see a little bit when a car’s headlights swept by. She could see just enough that she could tell that we didn’t know the various positions and techniques that even she knew about, and she was sure that there were more that creative young people could imagine. Her older brother had told her some of them; he and she had watched her parents (through the transom over the door connecting their bedrooms) make love in various ways, and afterward had even tried some variations together.
So, since she was getting really turned on by hearing and watching us, and since she really needed to release her pent-up desires, she proposed that she teach us some of the fun ways of making love and at the same time to work off her needs too. Leah was all for doing it. She said that Rachel was closer to her than most sisters and that she was willing to share anything and everything with her. I told Leah that I had been taught all of the ways of making love, but just hadn’t tried all of them with her as yet. To be honest, I was afraid and so held back, further saying that I thought our marriage was just for the two of us and that we would discover other ways of doing it by ourselves.
The two girls whispered something together, giggled, and then Leah started tickling me causing me to double over and roll on the bed. Then both girls were laughing and tickling me and having a hilarious time. Now, I’m very ticklish, so in no time I was completely helpless and at their mercy. Then, by some signal of mutual consent, they both stopped tickling me, Leah pushed me back, pressing her lips to mine and pinned me to the bed on my back, and Rachel put her lips around my limp dick. I was so taken aback that I just stiffened up and felt like this was some nightmare. She was moving her mouth up and down on my manhood and Leah was not only letting her do it, but encouraged her to do it a little faster. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Even though this was against all of my moral principles, my body quickly started responding to their actions and before my mind could decide what to do next my penis stood at full erection. Rachel would slide her mouth down until the end of me touched the back of her throat, then withdraw with kind of a twisting motion until she could swirl her tongue four or five times around the head of my prick, and then repeat the full motion again. I don’t think she had done that more than 6 or 8 times before I couldn’t help myself – I shot a huge wad of cum right into the back of her throat. Rachel appeared to swallow some of it and then invited Leah to enjoy the left-overs; as they kissed I could see Leah sucking more of my cum from Rachel’s mouth, savoring it for a moment, and then swallowing it.
The two girls were really turned on by this time and Rachel said that it would be nice if they could pleasure each other right in front of me so that I could enjoy it too. With that they lay side by side with their heads in opposite directions, opened their legs wide, and began running their tongues around each others outer lips and then delved in deeper. Rachel raised her head once and asked me to come closer so I could see how she was giving pleasure to Leah. When the next car passed, I could see that she had her tongue well in and was licking around and around. She said that she was on Leah’s love button. She stopped talking then as both girls started moaning and thrashing around so that both had to hang on tightly to keep their mouths connected with the others genitals. I had to move clear off the bed to avoid their flailing around. Finally, they both reached climaxes at almost the same time and turned around and clinched each other tightly and kissed deeply, holding on to that kiss as they relaxed and finally just lay there. Well, I didn’t know what to do; I had just participated, however unwillingly at the start, in what I guessed was an orgy, and while my conscience bothered me, it certainly had felt very good. It was then that the girls told me that they had been planning this ever since we were married.

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Be careful what you watch

Woman gets discovered spying on a woman having sex with her dog. In anger at being disturbed the woman ties up the spy and gets her dog to rape the woman, she then leaves her their for a pack of wild dog to fuck. When she returns the woman has turned feral and happily has sex with the woman and her dog and takes the womans collar.

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Young Robins vice

As soon as the school bell screamed the end of the day had arrived, the small unassuming girl ran all the way home. There was only a few older eyes who noticed the slim waif with the cute pretty face and baby doll blue eyes.
Robin had only had her laptop PC for 4 weeks, it was the best thing ever. She Quickly did her chores for her wheelchair bound grandmother, then straight upstairs to her bedroom, flick on the pc, throw her school uniform off and settle down for the night in front of her gateway to an exciting new world.
Robin had received the laptop for her eleventh birthday. As to where it had come from, her and her grandmother didn’t know. It had been delivered by a courier the morning of her birthday. At first her grandmother refused to allow Robin to have it, but after a week her aged grandmother had given way to the constant nagging Robin had given her.
The young girl discovered so many cool sites from online games to wildlife websites. But tonight she was going to join a web community and make some new friends. She had heard other girls at school incessantly talk about who said what, to who and boast about how many friends they had online. As robin didn’t get on with the other girls, she was looking forward to find some friends of her own.
Young Robin clicked on the shortcut on her desktop which was already on the PC, it took her to a website ‘for young ladies who were looking for special friends’. Little 4.5 foot Robin decided it was perfect.
She created her profile and then putting her best dress on she took a picture of herself using her webcam. Robin was so pleased with herself. The young girl looked at the screen for ten minutes, nothing happened. She was unsure what to do next, so she left her PC and disappeared for her evening meal.
When she returned she picked up her towel and took herself to the shower.
In the hot steamy water she washed her naked petite body with soapy hands.
The young girls slim glistening body resembled that of an athlete, a tiny narrow waist, slim legs, all perfectly formed. In a few years she would be well sort out by the opposite sex, if they could look beyond her family as she had been the main target for verbal jest for years, just because she was been brought up by her invalided grandmother.
Robin caressed her small young budding breasts, she loved to feel her tiny nipples become erect and hard in her fingers, giving her the most sweet sizzling feeling all over her body, but she already new where she could get the much nicer sensations. She quickly washed herself off and left the shower room for her bedroom.
Her body seemed to be telling her it wanted the special touching that she had discovered by accident 3 months ago. She didn’t bother drying herself off. She laid her towel on her bed and laid down opened her legs quickly and gently stroked her small pink hairless slit. Stoking downwards with one finger from each hand on either side of her lips, young Robins body quivered with pleasure. She put a two fingers from one hand either side then spread her lips apart, then with her other hand she stroked up and down gently, her body visibly shook. Unconsciously her knees lifted spreading her young pussy wider.
The young girl hadn’t noticed the red light on her webcam PC was on, the naive girl had been streaming a live feed.
Robin slid her finger round the top of her pussy lips, as this was giving her the best sensations. As the entrance to her pussy started to become wet, Robin slid a finger in slightly, her mouth opened and her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her young breasts fell and rose rapidly, she could feel her body start to tremble, her special moment was going to happen. She flicked one finger in and out fast and rubbed the top of her pussy at speed, her pelvis rose up to meet her finger, all the muscles in her body became tense. As the young girl climaxed her heart missed a beat and the air caught in her lungs, she let out a strangled scream. Her body lifted in to the air wanting more finger inside her, then she crashed into the bed unconscious. Copious amounts of fluid trickling from her young virginal pussy between her spread legs. Visible to the many on line eagerly watching, with there own fluids spilling from their hungry cocks.
When the young girl opened her tired eyes, her body was rosy warm and relaxed. It had been the best special time she had ever had. She lifted her exhausted body up and looked straight at the PC screen. She had received 115 messages. Excitedly she jumped forward and read the messages. They were all from people wanting to be her private friends. Robin was overjoyed. But she remembered the girls at school boasted at how they had 300 friends. Robin wanted desperately to beat them.
The next day on her way home from school as Robin was about to enter her house her name was called from across the road. Old Mr Price who lived in the farm house across the road was looking over his side gate. She walked over to him.
“Hello Robin, how do you like your new PC I sent you?”
“It was from you Mr Price?”
“Yes but you mustn’t tell your Grandmother, it wouldn’t be good people knowing an old fella like me was sending expensive gifts to young ladies.”
“Oh I see, I can understand that.”
“I noticed you had joined my community last night, you got quite the following now.”
“Its your site, how do you do that? I mean can I have my own?”
“well your grandmother is still away at her day clinic so you can pop round now if you like and I will create one for you.”
“oh yes please, thank you,” Robin smiled her biggest smile.
The timid young girl followed the old man into his farm house, she entered excited as she had never been inside, even though Mr Price was an old friend of her grandmothers. He had been visiting her house since she could remember.
When he climbed the stairs she wasn’t concerned, she followed on, looking around taking in the surroundings. They entered a large room at the front of the house, looking through the window Robin noticed her house.
“ooh look, I can see my bedroom from ere.”
“yes darling, here take a look through these binoculars,” he handed her the largest pair she had ever seen.
“Oh wow! I can see everything, there’s my teddies, there’s my PC, I can even see my pretty teddy bear picnic bed cover.”
“oh yes, there’s a good view from ere, I been watching you grow up for a few years now, but last night was the best baby.”
Robin froze, a look of worry crept over her face.
“When you came back from your shower you laid on your bed and gave the most beautiful display I have ever seen in my life, I think a lot of other men think so as well as your friend requests have risen to 125 now. Your quite the little website star. I thought you would be, that’s why I sent you the PC. After seeing you through my window 2 months ago, naked in here touching yourself. I new you would be a great requisition to my site and I was right.”
Robin stood opened mouthed, face bright crimson. What she had just learnt was shooting round her brain like lightening. She had images of herself from last night and in all of them she was being watched. She closed her eyes in humiliation, she suddenly realised her panties had become extremely wet, opening her eyes she looked down at her school shirt, her tiny nipples were standing visibly rigid through the cotton cloth.
All the time they were in the room he had been tapping away on a keyboard.
“There we go you have your own website now, I will control it myself, so you don’t have to worry about a thing. I have sent the web address to certain fans of yours, they would be so miserable I they never saw you again.”
Robin looked at the screen, there was 118 men online.
The young girl swallowed hard, she was totally blown away. She just wanted to make some friends, but it was even better than that. Now she had fans.
“We had better make some new photos for your site, young lady, if you would follow me.”
They left that room and entered another, there was a large camera in front of a large green screen. In the corner there was a long rack full of strange clothes, Robin went through them, there was items from a very tiny school uniform to sets of various bikini’s, black shiny smooth outfits with chains and buckles, even some baby outfits.
“All those outfits are for you Robin, in your sizes.”
Robin looked at the old man shocked, she had never seen so many clothes before and these were all hers.
“Your fans will be wanting to see you in all sorts of ways. We cant disappoint them can we baby?”
Robin stared at all her new stuff, she shook her head. “no, I want them to like me.”
“Good girl, ok, would you like to put the new school uniform on first please.”
The young girl picked it out then started to remove her real uniform. Whether it was from her excitement or the fact she new him for so long, Robin wasn’t shy about being naked in front of him.
The uniform simply consisted of a very short skirt showing all her legs right up to her small white panties, a simple small nearly see through white cotton shirt. To finish there was short white pretty ankle socks and flat shiny girl shoes. Her old family friend instructed her into different poses in front of the green screen.
After 15 minutes Robin was starting to get risqué all by herself by lifting her skirt to show her panties to his camera. The old man kept quiet and let the young girl lead. She undid her shirt and let just a glimpse of her small breasts be visible. The old man was delighted, he knew she would be ideal for his site, but wouldn’t have guessed she would be a natural at this young age. He could see the cheeks on her face were becoming rosy, she was becoming turned on.
Soon she had removed her shirt and stood with her hands behind her back her face tilted down slightly looking up with her eyes, blatantly displaying her young breasts, her little nipples were poking rudely at the camera. Just as the old mans cock was pointing rudely through his trousers at the young girl.
“I would say your really enjoying yourself Robin.” she nodded gently, shy at admitting it to him.
“It makes you a very special girl.”
She smiled back.
He told her to get on all fours facing away from him then she turned her head back to the camera. The sight of her young bum showing under her short skirt made his cock jump in his trousers. He took various images this way.
“Ok Robin do what you feel is right, for the camera.”
She turned round got on her knees, spread them and pulled her skirt up revealing a damp gusseted pair of panties. He zoomed the focus in to get some close ups. Next she undid the skirt and displayed her self in just wet panties in various poses.
“Ok well done Baby, you are excellent. Now we are going to do some thing extra special. But first you have to say if you really really trust me.”
“Of course I do Mr Price, you have been my friend for years.”
“Good, thank you. Maybe your first friend?”
“Err, yes you were, yes,” she realised with a smile.
He put the camera down and flicked on a video camera pointing it at the young girl who was still on her knees. He walked over and stood in front of her.
“Ok listen carefully. Undo my trousers and take out my cock.”
Young Robin froze for a split second then reached up and pull out his manhood. She had never seen one for real before, she stared wide eyed. It was a lot bigger than she had ever thought.
“well done now open your mouth and place it just inside.”
“You not going to wee are you?”
“I might, I might not. Is that a problem?” he asked intrigued.
“Err, no, if that’s what you want.”
“You would let me as I’m your friend?”
As she nodded she opened her mouth and laid the cock inside, on top of her tongue.
He didn’t move waiting to see what would happen. 5 long minutes later she closed her mouth around the cock and started to suck. The old man smiled at the young girl.
She sucked on the cock like a ice lolly for 10 minutes, occasionally closing her eyes. Robin’s clit had stirred when the cock lay on her tongue, it felt like it was becoming erect like her already hard nipples. She could feel her panties were sopping wet. The young school girl didn’t know why she started to suck, it was an overwhelming urge. It felt natural.
Just like the one she was getting now to move her head forward and have more deep inside her mouth.
The old man gasped when she took more into her mouth. He looked at the young pretty face that was trying to get as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her eyes were closed, he was sure there was a look of ecstasy on her cute face.
When she had the cock at the back of her mouth she was slightly disappointed that she couldn’t get anymore, her throat wasn’t use to it. She tried desperately to get her rebellious throat to relax. She kept trying determined. She was so pleased with herself when her throat surrendered and the big cock squeezed it self down passed her muscle into her throat. As her nosed touched her old friends stomach her pussy convulsed flooding her panties.
The young girl pulled her face away from him letting the cock slide to the front of her mouth, then she pushed forward again, the cock slid down deep in side her neck. She pushed her face into his belly. Again she pulled away then pushed forward again. This time her pussy convulsed again her body shuddered. She speeded up her forward and backward motions, making her pussy dance in blissful unison with her throating of the wondrous cock. Each time she slammed her pretty face into the fat belly.
A few minutes later the old man’s cock couldn’t withstand the pleasurable punishment the young girl was inflicting. He quickly grabbed her head pulled her away slightly and spent his load into mouth.
When the cum exploded in to Robins mouth it hit the back of her throat, this sent spasms down her body through to the ends of her nipples, across her tummy, a tremor erupted in her clit her pussy opened in a wanting and desperate act of paroxysm, Robins whole body shook in orgasm sending a wave of carnality up her spine, the young girl fell to the floor comatose.
Thirty minutes later Robin woke up in a big bed. She looked around the room it was a beautiful pink. Matching curtains, carpets and furniture.
Getting up she looked through the window, it over looked the rear of the farm. There was sheds and barns of all sizes. Two horses were frolicking in a field, next to the field there was a long kennel, she could hear the dogs barking. She opened the door and made her way down stairs there was no sign of her old friend. She found her way to the back door and went outside. The sun was beaming down, the young girl realised she was naked as the suns rays warmed her soft skin. She felt so alive, after the experience in the studio with her first cock her body glistened in the light.
The young naked nubile girl walked round the sheds she pigs in one goats in another, then she came to the kennels. Not being able to see what type of dogs they were she opened the door and entered. In one kennel there was a big wolfhound in the next two terriers, in the next nothing. But I the next there was the biggest Doberman she had ever seen. She was in awe of the creature. It looked up at her distrusting. As she went forward to the metal cage, it moved over to her and tried to search her smell. She thought it looked so beautiful, finding the door she opened it and stepped in. the animal did not move. She closed the cage door behind her and stepped forward, bending down slightly she whispered calmly to the beast. Suddenly before Robin could dodge, the dog leapt up and knocked her down to the ground. The young girl screamed with sudden fright. She quickly pulled herself up to her knees and found the dog inches away from her walking round her sniffing her hair, her armpits, her bum. Its nose nudged her rear pushing her forward on to her hands and knees. Robin terrified, didn’t move a muscle. As the dog nudged its nose into her pussy to take her scent, Robin squealed. It could smell her heavy aroma of her own juices from earlier.
It took her taste on its tongue, then another. Soon the dog was feasting on her pussy, enjoying her sweet nectar which covered her quim. It didn’t take the beast long to realise there was more inside her hole. Its tongue delved inside her virginal hole.
Robin could feel her nipples harden, as the wet organ lapped at her hymen Robin murmered. Her legs opened wider by themselves, she thought her body was betraying her, but how can this be so wrong when it feels so right.
She pushed back onto the dogs tongue. The fierce teeth dug into her sensitive pussy lips making her squirm and moan in delight. The beast was receiving fresh girl nectar on to his tongue making him double his efforts. Robin panting like a dog climaxed over his face. With this signal the beast pulled away from her and leapt on to her back, the dog saw his new bitch tense her muscles ready and willing for her mounting. Robin screamed when the cock pushed inside her taking her virginity in one thrust.
More to come. Let me know how I’m doing. Ta

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Fiction

The Importance of Sophie, Preface

The following is the preface for this series in ten parts (yes, ten). Since there are a great deal of characters and there may be large gaps between instalments (I’m not skilled at writing consistently), this story will serve as a somewhat convenient resource for refreshing your memory. (Check the end for physical descriptions of most of the characters)

Fantasy

Amariel’s Adventures: Chapter 5, Daze in the Forest

Vivid and horrible dreams haunt my sleep.
I hear the sounds of desperate feet running through the dark forest. Terrified and ragged breathing puffing in and out. Heart thundering, running and running from some horrible monster half-glimpsed from the corner of my eyes. Teeth and claws and blood-stained fur. Running and running, but the thing is catching up.
But then the perspective shifts, and I realize that it’s me that’s the monster. I can feel amazing power and strength in my body, and I crash through the forest after a terrified man, running for his life. I try to tell him that I mean him no harm, but all that comes out is a horrific roar. I reach out to him, to tell him he doesn’t need to run, but my hand just shreds through him. He falls to the floor, screaming and bleeding, and I lean down to console him, but my teeth bite at his throat of their own accord. I feel hot blood running through my teeth, down my throat, and I cry out in-
I cry out in terror and sit up, looking around. I am, in fact, in a forest. But it’s neither dark nor full of monsters. There are only two people here- myself and Lynette.
That same woman now gently strokes my hair, and her touch calms me. Sitting beside me, she gently pulls my head down, and leans it on her shoulder. As she pets my hair and coos to me, I feel my heart rate slowly drop, and the fear ebbs from me.
It’s been almost a month now since I was carried to this clearing by a monster I called, and Lynette has been taking care of me ever since. I look up her, and gaze at her. She has soft black hair that seems to flow down her back forever, and which shines so nicely in the light. He has a thin face with narrow features, but her eyes- a deep hazel- are full of caring for everything she sees around her. The sun lights those eyes up, making them almost glow, and I can’t help but smile.
“Did you dream about him again?” She inquires in her gentle voice.
“For the third night in a row,” I reply, sighing with malcontent despite the gorgeous dawn splaying across the land.
She looks away, across the clearing and past the small waterfall, and seems to be lost in thought. After a moment, she asks “When you called him, you said he took your anger?”
We’ve been over this many times, with her always curious as to how I had done it. I’m sure the repeated questions would have irritated me had they been asked by anyone else, but I know she has only the best of intentions in her heart. “I opened the door and my anger, my frustration and my nightmares were pulled through.”
Again she stares, thinking. “So, if all he was ever given is rage and fear… I guess that would explain why he killed without remorse.”
These were the kind of thoughts she had. Always trying to understand someone’s motive; always giving them the benefit of the doubt. She also called the monster a ‘him’ instead of an ‘it’. But she must surely have a point to make.
After a moment, she makes the point she was moving towards. “So, since we’ve learned that you didn’t actually lose those emotions for good,” she began, reminding me of the times I had lost my temper while trying to help her with seemingly simple tasks, “you could call him again. And give him something else.” I had summoned him once since that first time, to show her.
This was a new thing to think of. “What do you mean? What else would I give to it?”
“Well, maybe you could give it other emotions, other thoughts. You could bring him through and give him understanding, wisdom, and love. See what he looks like, then.”
Her constant optimism was enough to make me giggle. Looking to her eyes, I know she’s serious. Her hazel eyes are full of warmth, and she truly wants to help me make the best of this. “But I don’t have those things,” I tell her as I gently shake my head. “I never mastered the softer emotions.”
She looked puzzled, maybe even worried. “But everyone has love, and from there the other things can grow.”
I gently remove my head from her shoulder and stand, stretching. “To have love, you’d have to experience it. Mother, father, sibling, romantic partner, I’ve had none of these. Who could ever love me?”
She just gave me the most peculiar look, and then we got to work. There’s plenty to do, in the forest.
* * *
There were a lot of berries to harvest near her clearing. And many plants could be gathered and eaten, or used for spices or medicine. And the beast helped me to hunt, though I tried not to call upon it too often. I was still quite scared of its ferocity. Yet, the creature was very content to serve. And thus, the days slid by lazily.
Yet today we need not do any work, for our food stocks are quite full. Lying on the lush grass, I feel content. The blades are as soft as feathers, and the field is comfier than any bed I’ve ever lain upon. I loll my head over and see Lynette washing one of her dresses in the bond. Lazily I rise and walk over to join her. Outside, the forest is starting towards a chill autumn, yet it feels warm in our vale.
I sit down on a rock across the small pond from her, and dip my bare feet into the water. It’s crisp and cold, and the chill feels nice on this warm day. I soak my feet in the cool water for another moment, and then decide that I’m warm enough for a swim.
I pull my old dress- sewn in so many places with hemp or thin vines that it almost looks like a plant- over my head. I give it a soak and a quick washing and lay it down in the sun. I quickly undo my bra, a homemade gift from Lynette, and lay that down beside the soaking dress. I take a moment to stretch my back, arching my chest up towards the midday sun. As I wiggle off of the rock into the pond, I notice that she’s watching me from the other side with that certain smile of hers, usually reserved for golden sunrises and perfect rainbows in the waterfall.
The water is cool, but not too cold and is quite refreshing. The water only just comes over my chest and I half-walk-half-swim to the fall. I let the water wash over my hair as I lean back. I take a moment to wash my hair thoroughly, before coming out of the fall. Interestingly enough, Lynette’s still watching me.
I dive just below the surface, looking out around the clear water. Suddenly there’s a pair of naked legs landing in the water, and my eyes slowly follow them up. I surface as my eyes keep on drifting over her tall, slender body until gradually they settle on her face. She stares at me rather intently like she has something important to say.
She wades forward- somehow making the motion look graceful- until she’s within arm’s reach. “Amariel, I…” she starts, and then stops. After a moment, she starts again. “A while ago, you said that you weren’t loved. Well, you are.”
I don’t know what to say, so for once I don’t say anything. She gently places a hand on my elbow, and just looks at me as if she has something else to add. She seems ready to speak, then doesn’t.
Then, with a swift motion, she leans forward and kisses me on the lips. For a moment my breath catches, and our lips are together, but then it’s over. She leans back and looks in my face, judging my reaction. My heart beats fast in my chest, as I watch her worries cross her face- anxiety that I don’t feel the same way. I wrap my right hand around the small of her back and pull her to me. We kiss again and my senses soar as the soft press of her lips against mine sends tingles through my body. I feel high and disoriented, so I wrap my other arm around her as if for balance.
Our bodies press together, her warmth against mine, and my hands roam her back as I feel her tongue gently probe against my lips. I meet it with my own, and she moans slightly as our tongues touch. I slide my hands along her back, following them to the lines of her shoulders, and back down to the curve of her body.
She presses fiercely against me, and I stagger backwards until we press against the rocks, with the waterfall pouring over us.
The water cascades down her back, rushing across my hands, as our passion grows hotter. One of her hands slides up my ribs, gently caressing the bottom of my breast. I pull back from our kiss and we part loudly. I gently take her hand and guide it to my nipple, staring her in the eyes. Already my nipples are hard- both from the cold water and the intensity of the moment.
Her thumb gently strokes my pink flesh, circling it slowly. Then I pull her back against me and press my lips against hers, thrusting my tongue to meet hers. Our passion burns as we explore one another’s mouth, and she brings both hands up to my chest, gently massaging my breasts. It’s already been five or more months since I’ve been touched by anyone- which is long for me- and I’ve never felt romance before. My body seem to melt in her arms, and she reaches one hand down to cup my ass, holding it while she presses me against the wall.
I slowly lick her lips and feel her tongue gently collide with my own, mixing our breaths and passions together. The hand on my ass slides down to my thigh, lifting my leg up.
I naturally wrap it around her legs, and I feel our sexes pressed against one another. Heat seems to radiate through the water, and her hand on my breast starts slowly venturing lower. She traces my ribs and my stomach, and lightly caresses my waist. Then I feel it slide lower, tracing along that coarse hair towards where I’m aching for her to go.
A single one of her slender fingers gently traces along my outer lips, and I shudder in anticipation. She slides it back along to my clitoris, then back towards my rear.
At last, with one smooth motion, she sinks her finger into me. I break off from our kiss and tilt my head back; moaning loudly as she slowly sinks her digit into me. I feel that digit moving slowly into me, spreading waves of heat through my entire body. Then she slowly retracts, and I clench tightly onto her body with my hands and leg, holding onto her for support.
She slips back into my tender flesh, making me moan and she curls her finger inside of me. She seems to know my body better than I do, and she reaches every sweet spot inside of me. She presses tightly against me, her hard nipples tracing just along my upper chest, and burrows her finger back into me. All I can do is cling to her while she stimulates my body, slowly pumping in and out of me. My breathing gets faster as I feel intense pleasure building up in my center, and I thrust my hips back against her, meeting her finger with my body.
Her free hand releases my leg and holds onto the back of my neck, keeping me to her as she pleasures me with her finger.
I spread my legs widely, giving no resistance. She plunges into me again and again, making me groan and clench her body even more firmly. Her pace is moderate but relentless, and each pass into me makes me feel like I’m swelling with sensation.
That great ball of delirious joy inflates inside of me, and I feel my muscles start to tense up as the pressure builds and builds. At last, I feel that I couldn’t possibly take any more, and she pushes deeply into me again, stroking that inner wall. I fly over the edge of bliss and my muscles clench as the ball of energy bursts. Faster and faster she strokes my inside as my muscles spasm and waves of pleasure surge through my body. I scream out her name as I orgasm around her digit, grinding my pelvis against her hand for all I’m worth, cumming and cumming.
At last the sensations slow down and fade, and she slowly removes her finger from me. Cold water replaces her warm body part, but I don’t think anything could cool me down, now.
I look into her deep, brown eyes, and without a word we wade towards the edge of the pond, holding hands.
She gets out first, and lies down in the grass, her body glistening in the warm sun. I lower myself over her until I’m laying half on the grass and half on her, and kiss her deeply. As our tongues swirl, her hands roam my body, and I start my own explorations.
I trace over her breasts, much smaller than mine; barely enough to fill my hands. Then I caress her stomach and side, still exchanging breath and tongue thrusts with her.
Instinctively, I grind my pelvis against her, rubbing my wet lips against her thigh. Deftly, she pulls me over slightly, bringing me over top of her and between her legs. Again I thrust, slowly rubbing my pelvis against hers. I thrust my tongue deeper into her mouth, and she parries- pressing and coiling hers against mine. Her breathing is getting faster, and I know she wants her own relief.
I break our kiss again, and slide myself lower, kissing along her jaw and down her neck. I gingerly nibble on her collar as I work my way down.
She moans loudly when I pause to suck on a nipple, gently swirling my tongue around it. As I lightly nibble on her left nipple, I caress her right breast with my hand, and she moans again and bucks her hips under me.
I release her breasts reluctantly, and make my way lower, kissing and licking along her stomach. I pause again to trace her little belly button with my tongue, and she wiggles under me. I know she’s impatient despite enjoying this, and I lower even further.
My chin rubs along her short pubic hair- when the hell does she shave this? – and I plant a couple more kisses as I move lower and lower. My lips hover just over her lower set of lips, and my light breath on them seems to drive her wild.
Suddenly, she sits up swiftly and clambers on top of me, her pelvis near the back of my head.
With expert skills I wiggle under her, rolling over to face her.
My face is now lined perfectly up with her pink petals, and I gently reach my hand around her waist, holding onto her lower back. I pull her down slightly while raising my head up, and breathe deeply the scent of her hot sex. My mind is flooded with the smell of her- like flowers and honey and everything in spring.
I waste no time and press my mouth against her lips. I lick the distance from her clitoris to her tunnel and back again, making her groan again. I flick my tongue across the entrance a couple of times, and she presses herself against my face. Without wasting more time, I plunge my tongue into those silken folds. “Oh, gods, Amariel,” she cries out. “You feel so good!”
With this for encouragement, I press my tongue as deeply into her as I can. Her juices flow and the taste of honey floods my mouth as I lick and suckle at her womanhood.
At the same time, I feel the sweet, wet heat of her tongue against my nubile flower. She gently spreads the petals with her fingers and explores me with her tongue, making me feel light-headed and delirious.
The gentle application of her tongue makes me feel hot. Moaning, I continue eating her out. My moaning helps her along, and she starts bucking her hips, grinding her lips against my face as I quickly work my tongue in and out of her sweet hole. I clench her ass cheeks with both hands as I work on lapping up all of her succulent juices. As my tongue passes over her stiff clitoris, she twitches against me, and moans loudly into me as she continues eating me out. The vibrations in combination with the feeling of her slick tongue passing through and against my vulva make me tingle with pleasure.
Her pace is relentless, and the tingling pulsations from my groin get stronger with each pass of her dextrous tongue, and I feel myself losing control. Valiantly, I try my hardest to pleasure her with my tongue, trying to make sure we both finish.
It gets harder and harder to keep a steady pace with my tongue, so I reach my right hand around her thigh, and sink the finger into her hot, slick hole. My finger slides into her without any resistance, and I curl and uncurl my finger rapidly, like I was beckoning someone. Still pumping with my finger, I gingerly place my lips on her outer fold, and suck slightly, pulling a small amount of skin into my mouth.
Her mouth breaks away from my own vagina as she lets out a loud moan. “Oh, oh Amariel. Oh!”
Her voice gets higher still, and I know she’s going to finish soon. I plunge into her even faster with my finger, feeling her hot juices coat my finger. With quick flits I rub my tongue across her clit, and she starts thrusting her face at me even harder, like she was riding me.
She buries her own face between my legs again, and her amazing tongue work continues. The sensations she’s giving me get stronger and stronger, and I throw my head back and yell out. With panted breaths, I keep pushing my finger in and out of her, pushing her towards the edge.
Her tongue passes over my clitoris, and I arch my legs as energy rushes from where her mouth is, blasting along my body, making my muscles spasm and my voice cry out again and again. My finger never stops moving during this, and I feel her suddenly clench tightly, squeezing my finger, as she has her own orgasm. She moans again, her mouth still on me, and licks me all the faster. The waves of bliss just keep rushing through me, and I spasm and writhe under her. Stars dance across my vision and I feel so dizzy as the chemicals burst through me.
Her own climax rages on, and she pushes herself back at me, impaling herself on my digit.
At last our respective orgasms die down, and she collapses weakly on top of me. My muscles all relax and I slide my finger out of her, revelling in the feeling of her tight chasm.
My finger is slick with her juices, and I can see visual evidence on my finger of her having finished. I stick the finger in my mouth, and my eyes slit closed as I suck the cream off of it. The flavour is both sweet and bitter, and floods my mouth. The taste makes me feel horny all over again, but I’m too tired for more right now.
She lifts herself up, her delightful tush hovering mere inches from my face. Then she turns herself around, and lies down again, her chest on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her, and she rests her arm on my chest and we hold each other, resting in the warm sun. After a while, she falls asleep in my arms, and I bask in the afterglow of great sex, thinking. Loved. I’m loved. She says she loves me. It’s a comforting, if slightly puzzling thought.
I listen to her contented breathing, and after a while I sleep, too. This time, I have no dreams.
* * *
There was still work to be done, for we were often collecting herbs, sewing new garments or washing our clothes, and this kept us occupied throughout autumn and winter. But we still found time to have sex as often as possible, trying as many new things as we could think of. It was in the springtime, after a particularly energetic session that I found myself resting between her legs.
Her back in the soft grass, she panted- chest heaving- trying to catch her breath. My tongue and fingers feel slightly cramped, and I’m lying down in the grass, resting my head on the soft skin of her pelvis. Contentedly gazing at her toned legs, I gently twirl my finger in her pubic hair.
“Amariel,” she starts, rather suddenly, “I think you should call on your creature again.”
I perk my head up, and regard her curiously. “Why? We don’t need to hunt anything today.”
That determined look sprouts on her face again. “Well, each time you call him now, you don’t really put anything into him. Just call him the way he is. That sort of helps my theory that he’s made out of whatever emotion you’ve given him before. So you should still be able to shape him.”
The idea made sense. If I opened that door again and put some of my intellect through, he could be smarter. Or kinder, or anything I want.
I sit up in the grass, and decide to do it straight away. Closing my eyes, I try to block out all of the distractions of the world. As soon as I think about that door, I instantly see it in my mind’s eye. That huge, ominous gate stills fills me with foreboding. I’m sure Lynette can tell, because as soon as I start feeling worried, I feel her slip her hand into mine.
An image of me appears before those doors, and the colours swirl around me. My aura, Lynette told me.
I mentally press on that door, and feel it slowly start to budge under my efforts. As the crack in the door widens slightly, I feel a gentle forcing lightly pulling at me, grasping at me as if trying to take something of mine. This is my opportunity to put an emotion in, or shape him in my mind.
Suddenly, my mind feels blank. What do I give to a monster? Intelligence, compassion, fear, excitement, anxiety? I suddenly feel at a loss, and I must have gone slack, because Lynette gives my hand a compassionate squeeze. I feel the warmth of love bloom in my chest briefly, alight at her touch. As soon I feel that emotion come blossom, I see a thick streak of rose appear in my aura. As soon as it appears, it separates like a coloured mist, drifting into that opening in the door!
Love? He can’t take my love! I suddenly feel worried, and Lynette- not knowing what’s happening in my mind- holds my hand more tightly, pressing against me.
Suddenly I can see a secondary aura appear beside mine. This one is full of that pink colour, the pale yellow of compassion, the faint green-blue of wisdom and streaks of bright yellow- excitement. I feel those same emotions flood me, only to be pulled through as well. I see the beast clearly beyond the doorway, and I see that mist of different colours surrounding him as it pours from me.
I feel worried at what he might be taking from me, but I try to focus. I mentally try to alter the fur on him, since the horrid mated texture feels icky. Flashes of purple-red flash across my vision as Lynette feels lust- likely caused by my sweating and rapid breathing.
This, too, seems to sift through the doorway, and it looks like other changes are taking place on the creature, but I can’t see him clearly though the mists anymore.
My eyes snap open, and I feel confused. What did I do to it? I’m lying on my back with my head on Lynette’s lap, looking up into her face. She gives me her gentle smile, and I relax. Whatever happens, we can make it together. I sit up, and see my beast standing in the field before me.
Now, there seems to be more emotion in its eyes- most of all confusion. It looks around in puzzlement, and suddenly sits down in the grass. The motion is more like falling than sitting down, but it just keeps peering around at the world. I’m about to ask it if it’s okay, but it seems odd to ask that without starting with its name. Beast? Creature? Animal? Monster? What is it called?
“Do you have a name?” I ask of it, and it just looks at me.
There’s a moment of silence as it seems to think. It explores its new mental capacities for a moment or two before answering. “No,” it rumbles its voice sounding not unlike a deep human voice. “I am called whatever it is you call me.”
“That was eloquently put,” Lynette chimes in. She looks at me and flushes a bit, then adds, “Compared to what he sounded like before.”
I ponder it, wondering what to call this creature that answers my will. I get to my feet and walk over to it, finding it to be almost as tall as me despite sitting down. I reach a hand out and lay it consolingly on its shoulder, trying to comfort it in its confusion. Then, looking at the creature, it occurs to me that it is not really an ‘it’. It lives and breathes, and speaks in a male voice. It seems most fair to think of it as a ‘he’, not as some unfamiliar thing.
As my hand gently touches his shoulder, I’m quite surprised to find the fur so soft. Smooth and almost silky, it feels great beneath my fingers- like the pelt of a rabbit. I pet him, stroking his shoulder, and a word slips out of my mouth without me realizing it: “Koko.”
He looks up at me, puzzled, and I flush in embarrassment. Oddly enough, I suddenly remembered the plush bear that used to comfort me when I was very little. I had named him Koko, which was a long elven word, shortened the way a child typically does. The name suddenly seems fitting, and a grin splits my lips. I nod and try the word on my tongue. “Koko. Yes, Koko. That will be your name.”
His head cocks to the side like a dog, and he mulls the name. “Koko,” he says, saying each syllable separately. “Yes, I am Koko.”
He grins, looking like a happy puppy, and I suddenly throw my arms around him, holding onto him like a giant teddy bear. He’s soft and warm in my arms. After a moment, his mighty arms wrap around me, and he returns the embrace.
He breathes deeply through his nose, taking in my scent. Then he goes rigidly still.
I suddenly realize that I’m very much naked, and my crotch and thighs are quite soaked with a combination of Lynette’s saliva, her sweet fluids, and my body’s own lubricant. I slowly release the hug and glance down curiously. He’s indeed a male!
I step back from him and take in my mental handiwork. Lynette steps up beside me and Koko, not knowing what else to do, stands up too.
Lynette’s the first to speak. “Well, he’s certainly… impressive.”
I nod, gazing at the lovely piece of meat hanging down from Koko’s crotch, half-erect. Cocking my head, I scrutinize the base of it, where it meets his pelvis. “It must have a sheathe it slides out of.”
Lynette just nods, saying nothing. Both of our eyes are fixed on his penis. It’s a lot like a human penis, pink and tender. But the veins aren’t prominent, and the ridge of the head is hardly visible.
He grunts, though I’m not sure what it’s supposed to mean. “I feel…” he begins, “something odd.”
A faint blush appears on Lynette’s face, and I decide to answer this question for him. “Well, you see, what you’re feeling is lust. Or desire.”
He gives a small shake of his head. “I know lust, I know desire. These primal things I feel, but I feel other things, too. Like a hot section here.” He waves a clawed hand over the middle of his chest, designating his heart area. “It is a lot like desire, but it is based in the knowing of you. It is softer, too.” Again, he shakes his head.
“Well,” I start, more than a little confused, “what do you know about me?”
He just peers at me, hips lips twitching up in a half-smile I recognize from my own face. “I know that you are Amariel. You have a hot passion that burns in you. You believe in being kind, but you’ll fight fiercely for anything you love. I know of your fears and desires, and I recall them as if they were memories. A part of me. And I know you, Lynette,” he continues, looking at her. “You are kind and full of love. You support other people with no hesitation, and would give your life for someone. And you… love her. This I feel, too.”
This is all a little worrisome, and very exciting. He’s as smart as either of us, and he feels the softer emotions. He knows kindness, yet it strong enough to protect people around him. Passion and compassion, all in one.
He reminds me of Lynette, but also of someone else. But I can’t seem to place my finger on whom it is.
I take a step forward, and close the distance between us. He just looks at me and smiles a smile so similar to Lynette’s; except for the shape of his wolf-like muzzle. It’s a smile that seems to say that he loves the person he’s looking at, yet expects nothing in return- the same way Lynette feels about the most beautiful things in nature, and about me.
He places a hand, so gently on my elbow, and stares into my eyes. I turn back to look Lynette, and she gives a small nod, her permission.
I turn back to this creature, this man who could love me, and stare back into his eyes- kind but fierce.
His hand is warm on my left arm, and I timidly reach out my other hand. I’ve never been timid towards a man, and it feels odd to me. Gently I take his shaft, holding it in a light grip. His eyes flutter and close, feeling pleasures of the flesh for perhaps the first time.
I fondle his penis, sliding my hands along its length. It’s so warm in my hands, and my own eyes close as I enjoy the feeling. His blood rushes to fill it, and I feel it twitch slightly in my hand, inflating.
I lean my head against his chest with my eyes still closed, feeling the soft fur over the hard muscles. It’s been most of a year since I’ve been with a man, and I can feel my body moistening, aching for his presence. Still I stroke him, and listen to his breathing as he gets hard in my hand. As I massage that firm meat, I can’t help but be delighted how a penis can be so hard and yet so soft at the same time. My palm suddenly feels slightly wet, and I smile, enjoying that his precum is flowing because of me.
“You’ve completed me,” he whispers to me. I can’t help but laugh slightly- it’s such a cliché thing for someone to say. But he continues on: “Before, I was a shell. I had only anger, and not enough even of that to be a full form. You’ve given me feelings, intelligence. You’ve given me form, and life.”
As much as I’d like to question what he was before I called him, I’m far too much in the moment.
I step back from him, releasing my grip on him. I slowly open my eyes, and lie down on the grass. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him to me. He drops to his knees before me, and crawls over my body. From here, I get a good idea of how much bigger he is than me. He’s massive, I think. Look at those shoulders. Just his torso must weigh as much as me.
Despite his size, he’s dextrous, I know. And gentle.And speaking of size… my eyes work their way down his body to his shaft, standing stiff and erect, pressed against my stomach. Again, I slowly stroke his shaft, pumping its length with my right fist.Why, he’s longer than your average Orc. Fortunately, I’ve got some experience in working with long body parts. All of which is true. I do seem to have a nearly supernatural ability to take long cocks, and even to return back to my normal tightness not long after. And he’s not as big as that Minotaur.
I stroke him one more time and then use his penis to push him slightly backwards. He pulls his hips back, and I try to line his head up with me. Still gripping the shaft, I rub his head against my lips, spreading his precum on me, making sure I’m lubed up enough. But I can tell, just from feeling him against my vulva, that I’m already very wet.
I rub his head between those folds for a moment more and then line it up with his destination. As soon as he feels that his way is before him, he gently presses forward, pushing his head against my hole.
The tip of it slips just inside of me, and I feel the soft flesh start spreading as his head slides into me. With a slow, continuous motion, the front of his penis slides into my yielding body. Fortunately, his head is only about as wide as the middle of his shaft, so from here it’s just a matter of length.
My slick tunnel parts before him, but before long he meets slight friction. He slides those three inches back out, and slowly works them back in. Deeper into me his penis passes, pressing and rubbing along unfathomable depths. It feels like he must surely sink into me forever, but as more inches slide inexorably into my body, I at last feel his soft fur press into my mound. I’m all the way down his shaft, and I feel his head just touching my innermost wall. He’s exactly the right length, I think to myself. I wonder if my subconscious chose for him to be exactly that long. Damn, my mind is great!
He stays still, staying inside of me, and we both savour the moment. I run my hand along his furry chest, luxuriating in the feel of his soft coat. Only days ago he was rough, but today he’s perfect.
I look up into his eyes and see much of Lynette’s compassion there, tempered with my own passion and lust. I wiggle my hips a little, and I’m rewarded with the feeling of his hard shaft shifting around inside of me. After a moment more of us savouring, he slides back out. Still, he moves slow as he presses back into me, making our bodies collide with a grunt.
His thick flesh moves through and into me, sliding into my depths. As he thrusts in again, I push back, meeting his push with my own. His pelvis hits mine more forcefully, allowing him to enter just slightly deeper. As he brushes against that inner wall again, I feel my eyes shut and a soft moan escape my lips, both without my consent. He seems to take this as a sign, and his next motion is quicker, and he enters me more firmly. His pace continues on, slightly faster than before, but his body seems to quake with repressed need. He wants so badly to move faster than this.
As he rears halfway out before plunging in again, I spread my legs even wider, opening myself to him. My body parts before his intrusion again and again, and my breathing is getting more rapid.
“Faster,” I whisper to him. I open my eyes and look into his and say again, “faster!”
His compliance is immediate, and he starts driving into me again and again, pumping like a man possessed. But right now, a man isn’t what I want. I want an ANIMAL.
“Harder,” I moan as I writhe under him. The steady sensations seethe out of my lips and pour through my body, making my head light and my heart pound. “Oh, harder. Hard and fast.”
His pace increases to nearly a blur as he pounds away. My breasts shake and bounce against the force, and I hold them down with one hand, as my other blindly gropes along his stomach and chest, feeling and squeezing. He thrusts so hard and fast that I can feel myself start to slide across the grass. I wrap my legs around the back of his in a quick movement, and pull myself back to meet his thrusts.
His strength is unbelievable as he drives himself into me head first. Juices drip down the inside of my thighs, and thee feelings pulsate wildly inside of me. The firm tingling becomes a vibration inside of me, and pleasure seems to dart up to my core and through my body.
My hands wrap around his shoulders and I press myself against him, throwing myself against him in time with his motions. “Ah, ah, ah,” I moan without meaning to.
Feelings seem to pore into my center the way water pools in valleys, as my body devours his shaft in deep swallows. The area of intensity in my stomach seems to swell as it pulls pleasure into it, and I can feel myself plummeting towards something great. I throw my head back and I cry out. “Oh, yes. Faster, now. I want it, oh.”
He thrusts hard and fast, plunging in again and again, and starts making an odd sound at the back of his throat- halfway between a whine and a growl.
His body starts moving irregularly, and slapping inside of me again and again. The tip of his head batters against my cervix one second, and dances along my opening. That ball of pleasure in me swells again, surely so big as to make my stomach inflate.
Then suddenly, as he drives his steel-hard shaft into me, I fly over the edge. That sphere inside of me explodes outwards, and pleasure rushes to my every extremity, making me scream out as my head spins. I clench hard and pull at his fur and cum like I’ve never cum before. As my climax rushes onwards, I hear his growling raise to almost a roar, and his serpent inside of me flexes strongly. His thrusts are so hard that I shake with each one, as I keep cumming. He thrusts into me and I feel him pulsating and throbbing in me. As drives the point of his lance into my soft body again, his seed rushes forth from him into my pulsating pussy.
Thick heat spreads into my body, and I moan loudly before crying, “Oh, by the gods, yes! In me, oh, yes.”
He drives himself home again and shouts as he pumps a triumphant gout of cum into my shaking body, filling me up. My muscles are clenched so tightly around him that I can’t move, and I hold tightly onto him as he erupts again, his hot fluids filling me. I feel like I must be swelling like a balloon as he continues with lightning-fast short thrusts, ejaculating still.
My body milks him and drinks his cum as he keeps pulsating and pushing it into me. Again he pulses and fires a wave into me, and I feel it pressing against the tight seal I make around him. He cums almost as much as a minotaur! Or maybe he’s just been waiting a long, long time.
He pumps a couple of more times, and more of his seed floods into me, until at last he is still. He settles atop me, still inside of me. His breathing is ragged like mine, and we hold each other and try to catch our breath.
He’s still rock-hard inside of me, and my belly feels swollen with semen. At last I feel it start to dribble out of me around his shaft, dripping down my ass and pooling on the ground. The cum in me is still warm, almost hot. I’ve never had so much cum go into me at once, nor had it so hot. It feels good in me, and I lay back, my head in the long grass.
I see a familiar pair of feet appear beside me, and Lynette lies down beside me. The creature rolls off of me, his shaft at last coming free. Liquids suddenly pour out of me like wine from a bottle, and he lies on my other side.
Lynette lays her naked form on my right side, and I wrap my arm around her neck and she cuddles in. The furry beast sprawls an arm across my stomach and lies against my left side. I think I’m home, I catch myself thinking, as we bask in the warm light.
Body against body we lay there as the sun slowly crosses the sky. At last I stretch and look over at my clothes, the same stuff I’ve had since I got here. “I think I need some new clothes.”
Lynette lazily opens her lids. “There’s a town not far from here, but we would probably need money to buy anything.”
“Well, we could always just… take some things from them…”
A sly grin crosses her face. “Why, Amariel, that’s positively naughty.” Her grin grows slightly suggestive, and I feel my body heat slightly. We’ll go tomorrow. Or the next day.

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Desert Motorcycle Part III

There’s a text message on your cell. You see it is from him. As you bring it up you are both eager and apprehensive. ‘God, what mood is he in now’? ‘What am I into with this man’?
It just says ‘call me’ and a phone number. You wait, trying to decide if you want to, can continue this relationship. Facing the truth, you like to be taken, used and treated the way he treats you. He is very attractive too. Hard, that intense look in his eyes. He treats you like he owns you, controls you and never lets you be tender or loving but always the center of the relationship is hard, rough, completely fulfilling sex. You go wet just thinking about that night just days ago in the motor home. He fucked you for what seemed like hours. He did send you home tired, full of cum and a little sore.
You punch in the number, a couple of rings and a very gruff voice answers, ‘1st Sargent Fowler’.
His voice sounds so mean. Like he hates you for calling.
‘May I speak to Major McFarland please’?
‘Finley, is the Major in his office’? You hear a muffled reply then, ‘So the motherfucker has a girlfriend’! ‘She must be really hard up to go out with that bastard’.
‘He left this if a broad called for him 1st Sargent’. A pause.
‘He is not here but he left you a message’.
Meekly, ‘yes, what is it’?
‘You are to be at 12447 Longstreet, storage unit 148 at 8:00pm tomorrow night’. ‘Going out on the town’. ‘That’s all it says’. ‘Got that’?
‘Yes, I have it and tha….’
He just hangs up on you.
‘Wow’! ‘A real date’! What should I wear’?
You spend an extra hour shopping during lunch the next day. You wonder where I will take you. The evening will end up in bed you are sure or will I take you in the car just like that first time in the desert. Thinking, ‘I best wear a skirt’. You go wet just thinking about how I held you down on the hood of your car and used you so hard. How I stretched you violently and how it felt when I filled you with warm zizz.
You time your arrival as close to 8 as possible. Pulling into the RV storage yard and driving along till you see the space, big rolling door up. Yes. There it is.
You park, walk slowly inside. There are the two dirt bikes on their trailer. Another big street motorcycle is parked just outside too.
The door is open. ‘Dale’. ‘Are you in there’?
I come to the doorway, help you up the steps. You look to die for. Your hair up, beautiful low cut blouse, skin tight skirt, pretty strapped high heel shoes without pantie hose.
You are shocked. I have on a black leather motorcycle jacket, no shirt, black leather pants that button like a sailor’s pants, big black boots.
‘You look good cunt now strip’. My eyes hard and demanding you obey me.
‘But I thought we were going out Dale’.
Stepping closer, menacingly, ‘We are but not with you dressed like that now strip completely’. ‘Don’t turn away or look down’. Take your blouse off first then your skirt, bra and panties, shoes last’.
You undo your blouse in back, it messes your hair a little as you pull it over your head and lay it on the dinning table. Thinking, ‘is he going to fuck me now and then take me out’?
I watch you. You look incredible. You are of what men’s dreams are made. You look me in the eyes as you take off your skirt, your bra and the exquisite black lacy panties. Standing naked before me with only your shoes on. Your chest heaving a little, nipples perky and just begging to be kissed and sucked.
I turn, pick up the pair of black fishnet crotchless pantie hose I bought, toss them to you. ‘Sit down and put these on’.
Once you squeeze into them I toss you the black leather halter vest. You look at it then slip it on. It has only one steel button in front. You feel like your breasts could pop out of it any moment as it cups and pushes you up high.
Now a black leather mini mini. Skin tight, barely long enough to keep your pussy from being seen when you are standing and hiking up to show you clearly when you sit.
Last I give you a pair of black high calf boots. You slip them on.
‘Stand up and turn around’. ‘Yeah, you will do nicely now’. ‘Come on’.
I step out of the motor home, help you down and close and lock the door. No need to lock up anymore as the yard has security.
Walking you to the big black Triumph Rocket III I get on, hit the starter and it whines to life.
Helping you get on behind me I know you will stay tight against my back as your pussy is in full view of all unless you do.
I hand you a pair of dark sunglasses, tell you to keep a tight grip on me and we roll out of the yard, turn right on Longstreet and like a bullet shot out of a gun accelerate down the street. So fast you cannot help but gasp and scream as the front wheel lifts off the pavement we accelerate so fast.
Another turn and we rocket up the freeway on ramp. You feel the warm air blowing onto and a little into your slightly damp pussy lips. You decide this is kind of fun. An adventure. You have no idea what I intend to do but decide you are game. The outfit is not you but it is kind of fun too. You just hope your tits don’t pop out and expose you to the world. The wind is destroying your hair that you spent almost an hour getting just right.
Out the freeway, across the county line and then exiting into a very industrial looking area.
Down a street lined with tall, razor-wired, chain fences, large parking lots, gates and large flat looking buildings then suddenly turning into a gravel parking lot by a seedy looking metal building with a big neon sign flashing XXXX on its roof.
‘Oh my god’, you think! ‘Its a porn theater’.
I help you off, get a good look at your pussy before you get the skirt down. ‘Fix your fucking hair cunt’. ‘You look like a rag mope’.
I watch as you do your best to untangle it, get it at least presentable. You left your handbag in the motor home so no comb, no makeup. I came prepared, a piece of long red hair ribbon in my jacket pocket knowing you would need it.
Handing it to you, waiting while you use the mirrors to get your hair and makeup fixed as best you can. Thinking I am getting out of character a little but God, she is so beautiful!
‘Keep the sunglasses on unless you want to be recognized by someone on the street someday’. ‘You look like a bimbo that just got out of bed’.
If you fail my tests I may well just leave you here to get fucked by every man that wants you but if you pass then I will not have your identity exposed one bit.
You look like a dream walking. Yes, just the the very thing that a man’s dreams are made of with a leather trim.
Trying not look so frightened you let me lead you to the door. Pay the sullen looking old hag for entry and step inside.
It is kind of dark, smells funny. There are two doorways. I shove you toward the one on the left. Make you push the door open.
Thinking to myself, ‘the test begins’. ‘I hope she passes’.
Stepping inside the room, there is a large white but stained sheet hanging from the ceiling, a woman sitting on the floor by the sheet.
She is not completely unattractive. A washed out blond about 25 wearing blue jeans and a halter top. She looks up at us. Not surprised that she will have an audience at all.
There is movement behind the sheet, ‘you guys about ready’? ‘I am going to take both of your bets’.
The woman looks us up and down. You can tell she likes what she sees in you. Thinking, ‘dream on cunt’. ‘No way are you going to touch this and give it some unknown version of Herpes or worst’.
She likely dances at some seedy strip club. Blows guys for a hundred bucks a throw in their cheesy VIP room while her old man cooks crank or worst.
The woman puts on a blindfold. One of those black things some people sleep with or wear on long plane flights.
A thick hard cock pokes through one of the holes in the sheet followed by two more.
I can feel you go tense against me. Whispering in your right ear, ‘do you like those slut’? ‘Would you like a taste of them’? You don’t answer but I can feel you tremble. You are realizing this is some kind of sex game and the woman is a big part of it.
The woman feels around, finds the cock on her left. She feels of it making the guy behind it gasp. She pumps it a little then lets it go to move on to the next one to repeat the first touching, first testing. ‘She has done it before’, I whisper. ‘She is searching for her man’s dick’. You nod understanding.
I move my right hand down, slip it under the hem of your mini and push my fingers in till I can cup your pussy as she lets go of the last cock.
She sits for a moment, uses both hands to feel of those dicks again and then makes her selection. All the men behind the sheet are moaning and grunting as she touches each one.
She leans forward, holding the man on the left and kisses his knob. He visibly jerks behind the sheet. He is the chosen one. She reaches over and feels her way to the one on the far right and wraps her small hand around its shaft.
She now begins to suck the one in her mouth and pump the first runner up.
My fingers get to work on your slit and clit at almost the same time. As she pumps and sucks I have you shaking and moaning, legs spread slightly with my hot lips on your neck and my fingers doing a slow fuck in and out of your wet pussy. I have my cock pointed up in my pants. I lift your mini at the back to make sure you can feel it on the cheek of your ass.
The guy in the middle curses loudly, ‘shit fire, damn I need a blow job bad’! His cock goes back behind the sheet and you can tell he is beating his meat.
Whispering, ‘would you like to give him what he needs cunt’? You just moan softly, your eyes fixed on the action. I can feel your tension. You have to wonder. Do I want you to do it. Thinking, ‘God, no telling what kind of STD he might have’! ‘Jesus, do you get your dick sucked in this place’?
‘Hey man’! ‘Why don’t you ask my slut here if she wants to suck your cock’?
You gasp. ‘No no’, not that’. You are doing OK so far.
This talk has caused the woman to stop and listen. The guy she was sucking tells her, ‘get the fuck back to work bitch’! ‘I was about to cum’!
She kind of smiles, squeezes him with her left hand then knowing who he is now, gives the cock in her right hand a good hard lick then literally sucks the cum out of it. The guy is cool, other than thrusting his dick out a little more does not let her man behind the sheet know he is getting a bonus.
She lets some of the cum ooze out on her lips then goes back to sucking the left dick. The one she is now sure she was supposed to select since it is her man’s dick.
Keeping a grip on the right now softening cock she takes her time. The bet is won, the game over but for helping him deliver his load into your mouth.
I continue to finger fuck you pussy but slower now. Cannot have you cumming too soon. Still you feel so good, so hot and sopping wet I cannot resist kissing and nibbling on your neck which makes you press harder and try to get more of my fingers inside you.
Right hole dick now soft the woman moves her right hand to inside her jeans. We had not seen before but she has them undone and open enough to get her hand inside. She goes to work on her pussy hard and fast. She must be pretty hot now and needs a good cum.
Mr. in the middle is ready. His cock pokes out and grunting, thrusting, unloads on the girls right shoulder. Cum oozing down to make her right tit a little wet.
Her man lets out a loud gasp, lets go of every four letter word ever spoken as he spurts his load down her throat. She sucks him dry but in one last gesture of defiance spit part of his cum wad on the floor before picking up a tissue from the box nearby and wiping the big losers spunk off her shoulder and breast.
The men come out after tucking their packages away.
A big hairy biker recognizes me says to another man. ‘Hey Frank’! ‘This is the guy I was telling you about’. ‘Say man’. ‘Where is that hot little blond that wanted to suck every cock in this joint’?
‘She’s back in her titty bar getting paid to do it’. ‘How do you like this one’?
The men look you up and down. If anything you are twice as hot looking as the strip bar bimbo is.
‘Give me ten minutes and I will play the game with you and her’. ‘I will put up my winnings from these losers on the chance of getting some of that cunt’s mouth’.
The other men are eager too. The wagers would be doubled if you have to choose from 4 cocks and I can feel you tremble. You might know my cock or you might not. I have only fucked you a couple of times so far. If you make the wrong move I have fucked you for the last time too.
You gasp almost sobbing, ‘No’, ‘no’ Dale’. ‘Don’t make me do it please’.
I pause for a moment as if considering it. ‘Thanks but no bet guys’. ‘She is a slut but only for one man at a time I guess’.
They look disappointed but don’t press it. Maybe the bulge in my jacket is a deterrent. That Makarov is small but still makes an impression.
I catch the look the girl gives the guy that got the bonus and he eats her up. Likely there may be some real trouble later if her man pisses her off again.
I pull you back, away from the entrance. Still holding you tightly against me.
Seeing there is not going to be any action with you the 3 men and the woman leave. I feel you kind of sag with relief. Too bad. You don’t get off the hook that easily.
‘Its my turn now’. ‘Go kneel down in front of the sheet slut’.
You stagger a little from the push I give you, look at me pleading, ‘no please, someone might come in’.
‘Shut the fuck up cunt and get on your knees’. I am already opening the leather pants, my hard cock out as I get behind the stained sheet.
I grit my teeth as I push my dick though the middle hole. ‘Suck it slut, suck it like that other cunt suck both those men’. ‘Make it cum and quick if you don’t want an audience’!
I feel you touch me. You fingers so gentle. Wrapping around me. Moving in half circles as I swell more.
Now the feel of your lips kissing me. I cannot help but groan in anticipation of the next thing you will do. I think I hear a faint whimper escape you as you start heading me. Sucking me hard and pumping me with your hand. It feels so good but I cannot help but hate what I am making you do. I would love you tenderly if I could.
‘God damn that’s good bitch’! Yes it is but what would you do if I fucked you right here, made you back up against this sheet, guide me then push to let me ram it deep inside your hot tight pussy? Might as well find out.
‘Get up’. ‘Turn around and bend’. ‘Stick me in your wet snatch’.
Another whimper then you stop sucking me. I hear you move and then feel you take me in your hand. Gasping as I feel your guide me to your entrance.
Oh shit! Your pussy swallows me. You are sopping. I can feel you tremble but you push as much as you can in rhythm with my thrusts.
Cum boiling I feel you start to grind on my shaft. Thinking please don’t let anyone come in now! Hearing you gasp, your ass raises and I blow up deep inside you. Cum feeling like it just gushes out of me into you deep.
More thrusts, getting me finished. Feeling you squeeze me on the out take.
Buttoning up. My dick sopping and nasty. Cum all over the leather.
Coming out you are leaning against the wall almost crying. I feel bad. Is this what you really want from me?
I hand you a handkerchief from my jacket pocket to dry yourself a little. Stay in character and just toss it on the floor when you offer it back to me.
I decide you have passed this test and it is time for the next one. Leading you back out into the foyer and then to the doorway to the actual movie theater part.

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the bbq part2

” I am just popping out to get some more chippings” I said to my wife, “Did you want that lift now jenny?” I asked looking into her eyes “mmm, yes please” she said just having a mouthful of breezer. “do we need anything else? I asked lisa “no she said. “ok then see you in a bit!” I gave her an affectionate kiss, as jenny did the same to brian.
We walked out to the car together in silence, not too noticeable I hoped.
We got in, I started the car, by the time I had reversed off driveway, she had my cock out of my shorts and wrapped her finger around it’s lengthy but limpish stalk. she rubbed me a couple of times, “just to bring it back to life” she said, “where can we go?” she asked, “don’t worry” about that i said “just suck my dick, I need to fill your mouth!”
“oooh” she said as she went down.
I drove about 2 mile up the road to a leafy wooded layby I know. I got parked and she carried on slurping and wanking, “Ah, ing, oooh, god….I’m going to cum” I grunted, she went into over drive, then I started to spurt “aaaaagghhhhh” as a powerful orgasm swept over me, making me shudder and buck and jump, and she didn’t stop, she just kept going, moaning in appreciation as each manstring I produced fell across her tongue and hit her in the back of the throat.
“mmmm” she said, as she took her mouth off my cock, but still wanking it, keeping me nice and hard. she looked at me and opened her wartery eyes and smiled. Then she opened her mouth to show me a puddle of my sperm, just sitting there, god that made me want to fuck her. She closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she kissed me tongue to tongue, i could taste my saltiness still fresh on her tast buds.
She said “Take me into the woods and fuck me, I want you to fuck my pussy with your beautiful dick, then I want you to cum in my arse” Well i didn’t need asking twice i took the picnic rug off the rear parc3el shelf, and we headed off into the trees. My shorts were still around my thighs from her blowjob, and she was leading me by my cock, still rubbing it. We soon found a spot, i couldnt wait, she opened her blouse, and I got to work on those puffy inverts. she moaned outloud, as I made each of her nipples pop out into the open, and then pinch them with my thumb anfinger, and chew them.
I did quite a bit of breastplay with her, and fingered her pussy at the same time.
I licked her pussy out and ate her clit, which made her climax several times.
“fuck me now,please” she pleaded with me, I had a thought back to my garage less then 10 minutes ago and smiled evilly to myself, but then changed my mind because I wanted to fuck her, i have wanted to feel her pussy around my cock fo over a decade, and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.
I rolled her onto her front, “hands and knees” I ordered, and she got into position, “oooh c’mon mark, I need your dick in me now” and with that I took my fingers out and splayed her lips, god she tased good, well I had to smell her and see into her and taste her, before i fucked her. the I rose up behind her, and placed my cock at her entrance, I slipped the head in easily as she was good and wet, oh man it felt good, she was perfect, moist and warm, not too tight , and not too loosed, I edged in and back, she tried to thrust backwards, but I wasn’t having it, she moaned, partly in frustration, but mostly from lust.
I just enjoyed the sensation of just being in her and moving in and out a little, I pulled right out, with a plop, she grunted, “fucking hell mark, just fuck me already”, so I put the head back in and held the position while I played with her hard little clitty, and smacked her dangling tits, she moaned, I licked my fingers and made them really wet, then I spat on her arse crack and it started to run down, she moaned again “OOooodd, thats dirty” she said, then I took my middle finger and rubbed the lube around her anus, she relaxed and let out a little air, “sorry” she said but while her anus was open I slipped my finger in”Oh God” she said, I worked it in and out my cock was still moving with just the head and a little extra inside her pussy, the I pushed another finger into her arse, “ow!” she said, but I ignored her and worked her ring for all I was worth, she started to moan and thrust her arse upwards, my cock nearly fell out of her pussy, “Pleasse mark, fuck my cunt” she begged “Not yet” I replied, “when?” she asked “You’ll know” I said. I finger fucked her arse, until she started to climax, then I fel her body stiffen adn shudder, her pussy clamped on my head, then as it released for a spasm I thrust my cock deep inside her, all at once,she yelped like a puppy and I fucked her hard.
Thrusting back and forth intime with her spasms, hitting her g spot, I put my spare hand around her dangling tits, and squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples, she yelped again, she was still cumming, wave after wave, then I slapped her clit and made her yelp again, now she was whining, as my thrusting got harder and hgarder. The she started to laugh and cry from the constant pleassure he r bisy was enduring wothout respite.
I”I’m going to cum” i shouted, I pulled out of her cunt, took my fingers out of her arse, thrust my fingers from her clitty into her pussy, and then shoved my cock striaght into her anus, she howled as I buried myself deep inside her bowels, I forced my whole hand into her cunt, she was still creaming and shuddering, she was whining and crying and laughing, out of control, I thrust once or twice hard inside her tight little arse, and then I felt it, my whoile body shook, I couldn’t control myself, and wad after wad after wad of my jism unloaded itself into her arse and deep into her bowel, I thrust back and forth with my cock in her arse and my fist in her pussy.
My anus twitched with the power of my climax, my spunk was coming out of her arse with my back strokes, then we collapsed on the rug in a sweaty, shuddering heap, I let my cock go limp in her arse and fall out of its own accord, followed by copiuos amounts of my semen dribbling down her arse cheeks.
she rolled over and went down on me to suck off the excess and clean me up, I swivelled on the spot and lapped at her pussy juices. “My god” she said “I thought I was going to pass out”, “why did you do this today? I asked her “‘Cos brian pissed me off last night, and I know you have always wanted to fuck me, and the truth is the feeling was mutual, and I wanted to, and I am glad I have, you are bloody great, your wife is out of her mind not to still be having sex with you”, “well whatever the reason”, I said”I am glad, is this just a once off then?”, “it was going to be” she said, “but now i think we shall have to work something out between brians shifts, and the school run” she said
We got cleaned up, had a good long kiss and a cuddle, then went and bought provisions and went back to the house.
The rest of the day went like a dream, no suspicions, as we told them I had to drive around a few places to get the chippngs. When we all said goodbye at teh end of the day, jenny gave me her normal hug and kiss and said “see you soon”
You betcha I thought!!!

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Sarah’s Feet (A Fond Memory)

http://footbooru.booru.org/index…t&s=view&id=12401 The girl in this pic looks almost EXACTLY like the girl who pretty much made my foot fetish official when I was about 15 and she was 14. I thought I’d share the story in a casual way (and I’ll try to keep it short and sweet if I can) for you foot lovers who may enjoy the sentiment. So without further ado..

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Billy

This is a made up story that has not happened. Its about a boy i went to school with. Leave any kind of comments i dont really care.

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Wet melodies – A bad craving

Hello again, I decided to try a different point of view, hopefully it’ll be different from what I’ve written and add a new zest that you’ll like~
*note: I do not condone forced sex in any manner, it’s just used as a fantasy here that should stay that way*
With that, enjoy!

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Ours a Daddy & Babygirl story

I figured it was time to do a story of my own, something simple and cute. As always I hope you enjoy & please leave comments,
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Ours A Daddy & Babygirl story
By Auora
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“Oww” I cry out as I bend over and grab the counter top. Daddy comes rushing into the kitchen “Whats wrong babygirl?” My tummy hurts daddy” I tell daddy. “It’s okay babygirl come here” as daddy take me and get me to sit on the bar stool.”Babygirl were is the baby?” As daddy feels around on my tummy. I just laugh for a second smiling at daddy,”in my belly daddy were eles?” As I look down at him. Daddy just smiles and says”No babygirl I mean which side, remember what the doctor said?” That the baby will move around daddy” as I look at you for conformation.”Very good babygirl” daddy says giving me a kiss. “Now babygirl which side is the baby on?” As daddy looks and waits for me to point,”its on my left side daddy, I think right here” as I move your hand to the spot”Good babygirl, it should just means your tummy is upset.
Let me get you some medicine and then we’ll go lay down.” Daddy says as he gets up and heads for the hall closet.”But daddy its movie night and we planed this all week.” as I head toward daddy pouting. Daddy looks over at me”No babygirl your tummy hurts and I’m not taking any chances on you or the baby” as daddy reaches over and rubs my stomach. “But daddy” I continue “I’m fine and so is the baby just an upset tummy. Lets go” as I grab daddy’s hand and try to pull him along.
When daddy suddenly pulls me to a stop,”No babygirl were not going out tonight, you’re going to take you medication and come lay down with me. Or you will take your medicine and can go sleep in your room tonight by yourself with a sore bottom. So which will it be ladybug?” “I want to watch a movie with you please daddy”I say with my eyes adverted “Yes you can babygirl, here” daddy says as he put the tums to my lip. Its the chewable one grape flavor so there not that bad to take. As I’m chewing daddy takes my hand and heads to our room.
“Daddy can we watch a scary movie?” As I walk over to your dresser side and look for an old tee shirt. Daddy just chuckles to him self for a moment”yes babygirl we can what movie?” I take off my pants and shirt then I put the tee shirt on and get in the bed next to you.”Cabin in the woods daddy” I you with a smile”Are you sure babygirl you’ve see it a thousand times” daddy says turning to me.”duh I want to watch it daddy, its less scary the one thousands and one time” I say giggling. ” okay babygirl” as daddy leans over and kisses me.
“One day you’ll be laying beside me” daddy says.Daddy kisses my belly then he goes over to turn the TV off.
” Time for bed baby girl” I smile rolling on my side as Daddy slip back into bed with me.Snuggling close into Daddy” I love you daddy “”I love you baby girl”.”And daddy loves our baby too” he say as he rubs my belly
Then Daddy roll’s me onto my back kissing his way down my legs. Spreading them as he pull the blankets back .Daddy stops and breathes in my sweet aroma that was trapped beneath the covers.”Is that for me baby girl ?”Daddy ask”I smile, its only for you daddy. ”
As I spread my legs wider and eagerly push daddy towards my wet pussy.He just smiles and takes his time though ,having made love to me so many times he knows kitty is just getting started. Daddy gives my kitty a quick kiss and he comes back up to my nipples. Daddy linger’s sucking on my little nipples into his mouth. Daddy know this makes me all tingly. I start to move my little hips as I moan softly.
Daddy finally works his way down to kitty giving me the be patient look; as
I feel the slide of daddy’s tongue on kitty . Which yield’s a mouth full of my juices.
Daddy moves back up ,gently biting my nipple causing me to gasp.Before Daddy sucks it back into his mouth to ease the pain.When my hand slides down slowly to my pussy ,as it always does. My fingers touch kitty in hopes of satisfying her daddy slaps my hand.”Daddy”, as I let out a gasp.”Bad baby girl “as daddy has told me every night from the first night,”Your body is daddy’s not your own.”Yes daddy I’m sorry”, as I give daddy a sad look.
As all the other night I know what’s next hesitantly I lick my juices from my fingers before daddy tells me to.Daddy smiles,” Babygirl I love you” he say before taking my hard nipple back into his mouth. I smile back ” I love you daddy.” “Daddy there will be milk soon.”I say “Yes baby girl there will be” Daddy says smiling like he was the night we first made love.The night I became a woman to the world but daddy’s baby girl forever.
Daddy sucks a little harder thinking of that night and also hoping maybe tonight is the night they yield their drops of milk.I moan as I enjoy the pleasure knowing what daddy is trying to get.Daddy relent though, maybe tomorrow daddy think’s with a smile knowing kitty will be his reward tonight.
My sweet juices already glistening leaking down my little crack and cover my little anus.No longer shy about my body like that first night. I reach down for daddy not touching kitty but spreading her for him .
Daddy smiles as he starts at my little rosebud teasing it with his tongue, I squirm wishing daddy would leave that alone and go to kitty. “Daddy please no” I say to daddy. I try to wiggle away but daddy puts a hand on my tummy to steady me and to keep me in place. “Babygirl if that’s what’s daddy wants you’ll give it to him won’t you?” As he gives me a serious look. I put my head down and answer “Yes daddy.”
Daddy smiles and moves to kitty, its a slow trip as his tongue slips up between my lips .Stopping to slide inside of me only briefly, not nearly long enough as I want.
Daddy suck in each little lip cleaning my juices from kitty as he move toward my hard throbbing clit .I gasp and moan as daddy’s mouth reach it. Daddy’s sucking on it like he had with my nipples.Daddy’s mouth tease kitty more with his tongue.I squirm knowing what’s Daddy’s going to do next. He always slides two fingers inside kitty while he licks me.Except those nights were I’m bad. “Were you bad tonight baby girl?” looking at daddy knowing how I answer will either get me in more trouble or I can get pleasure. I look at daddy then I look away as I quietly say “yes daddy I was a bad girl.”I act sorry and reluctant but I know why daddy asked. I feel daddy’s fingers slowly slide inside my little wet pussy.
I tense a little as daddy takes my clit back into his mouth.I try to relax as I feel daddy’s finger press inside my rose bud ,it slides in easy from kitty juices.Daddy moans as he licks and sucks harder. His fingers moving faster inside both of my tight little holes.I lay panting as my body tense making daddy’s fingers in my pussy feel even better.Making the one in my rose bud hurt a little.Just as I cry out daddy removes his fingers and starts to suck up all my juices.
Daddy continue licking kitty as she quivers putting his fingers to my mouth as he always does.I quickly suck the two from kitty as I look at the other finger.Then I look at daddy, with a mischievous and curious look.Daddy smiles after all theses years my babygirl still looks so innocent.
As I take daddy’s finger into my mouth like it was the first time all over again.

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Ambushed

Tara Sammy and Kelly are life long friends and 2 of them have had sexual encounters with each other. They devised a plan to leave Tara no choice in the matter and this is that story.