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DIARY OF A GIGOLO 3

After a wide range of experiences as a gigolo, I developed a preference for a certain type of client: elegant, sophisticated women aged around forty five years old, with bodies anywhere between size ten to fourteen and not overweight. They were often a long way from home on business.

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Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Marching Band (Part 3)

Leave a like or a a dislike, and comment giving me idea or constructive critisism. I need it! Thanks! | After taking it to the next level with Becca, Matt starts on the rest of his adventure, where he encounters a girl he’d never expect.

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The Rapist Begins

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Don’t worry one bit if you haven’t read part one. It’s no good. I hope to make up for it with part two of SASKIA : MY FIRST ANAL RAPE. Enjoy  Okay, so just to recap, I had a huge crush on Saskia (long blonde hair, deep piercing blue eyes, beautiful perfect size breasts, an ass to die for and the legs of a truely dedicated ballet dancer). My dad and his friend matt had a little surprise for me : they kidnapped Saskia and left me to do whatever the fuck I pleased with her, which ended with me anal raping her in Matt’s little rape room.
Here’s what happened next :
I stared lustfully at the bitch as she fell off the bed like a barbie that had been pushed off by its five year old owner. I’d just force-fed her a very powerful sleeping tablet so I could take a break and think about what to do next. I decided I’d think about it over a beer, so I got up and headed for the door. Just as I walked past the bed, a very loud message tone beeped out of Saskia’s pathetic remains of a shirt. I reached down and fished out a cellphone before reading a casual message asking about where Saskia was and whether she was still coming to the mall today. I started to reply a casual apology when I realised this could be quite fun. I decided to steal Saskia’s identity for a bit and told Robyn ( The very hot Bi-sexual sender) that she should come over to Saskia’s place to meet her boyfriend. As I sent the text message, I called Matt and told him I needed to borrow his van, which he luckily couldn’t have cared less about in his state by now. I could hear my dad asking for another round of shots and by the sounds of things they hadn’t finished their previous one.
As I pulled the black van into Saskia’s driveway and closed the gate with the keys we’d recovered earlier when we kidnapped her, I heard a soft moaning sound. The problem was, it wasn’t Saskia. And Robyn wasn’t due over for another two hours at the very least. I slowly got out the van and locked it, taking care to be sure Saskia was well and truly tied up. I crept around the back of the house and looked into Elke, Saskia’s sister’s bedroom. There on the couch was a young teenager boy with Elke naked on top of him, fucking him like a rabbit. I pulled out my phone and started taking a video while rubbing my hard on slowly. Elke moaned and starting humping faster while grasping the guys hands and placing them on her buttocks. Then she got up, turned around and bent over.
‘Fuck me from behind!’
This guy didn’t need telling twice! He stood up and immediately started pushing into her ass. They both moaned in ecstasy and before long Elke was grunting and moaning lustily while her partner silently thrusted roughly into her ass and out again. I zoomed in on my camera phone to see Elke playing with her tiny titties, pinching and pulling them with one arm. Perfect, now to get involved! I ran back around to the front door and walked in as quietly as I could. As I approached Elke’s bedroom, the moans became louder and before long I heard that unmistakable flurry of screams. Elke was cumming fucking hard. I peeped in to see her pinned down on the bed with her head being forced into the pillow and the guy still fucking her like he wanted her ass to bleed.
‘Ooooooooooooooooh’ Elke screeched.
Just then a phone above the bed started playing and the guy dismounted Elke to reach for the phone. I ran down the hall and found the bathroom where I hid in the shower. I could hear the boy’s voice as he walked down the corridor and past the bathroom. I could hear the tv turn on in Elke’s room and decided now was my chance. As the boy stopped talking and hung up, I pulled out a tranquilizer filled needle and stabbed it into his neck just as he began to turn around. The effect was immediate and he was laying on the floor within 2 seconds. I carefully crept over to Elke’s bedroom and peeped in. She was lying with her ass in the air on her bed, facing away from the door. I noticed her arms were tied to the bedhead and she had just dropped the remote. I decided my physique was almost identical to the boy’s so I undressed and stroked my dick a few times before climbing onto the bed and grabbing Elke’s hips.
‘Thank God you’re back, I’m so fucking horny!!’ she said and wiggled her ass against my swollen member.
I started rubbing her ass and pushing my middle finger into her shitter.
‘oh fuck…’ she started ‘oh –FUCK’ she screamed as my member began to sink into her ass. I grabbed her hips and pulled her lower half into the air, pushing my cock deeper into her shitter.
‘mmmmmmmm’ she murmured as I thrust in and pulled out slowly. I pushed her head into the pillow and she raised her ass even higher. Fuck yeah! I began thrusting into her ass really roughly. God it felt so warm and tight! Not as good as her sister though. I lay on top of her and began to thrust forward and backward rhythmatically. I felt her ass muscles clench onto my dick as I pushed the deepest I could go and then relax as I pulled back. I began thrusting harder and grunting like a beast and Elke began to mimic me, writhing around under me, trying to find a way to push my dick further up her ass. I put one hand over her chest, rubbing one nipple and then the other, pinching them really hard and pulling roughly like I wanted to tear them off. She gasped in pain and ecstasy as I thrust forward harder and pulled her nipple very hard.
‘MMMH!! MMMH!! MMMH!!! MMMMMMMH!!’
‘Oh, oh, ah, ugh, ugh, UGH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh!!’ screamed as another orgasm hit her and sent her into complete heaven. Okay, now she’d had her fun, time to get the party going! I grabbed her hips and pulled her up again and started pounding as hard as I could up her ass, pushing and smacking into her ass. I greabbed a handful of ass cheek meet and squeezed really hard. I could hear Elke starting to panic and squeal in pain as I pushed hard and faster. I looked down and pried her ass cheeks apart and watched as my dick completely filled her shitter up and then I pulled out and looked partly into her gaping hole as I started to thrust again. ‘You like that, bitch?’ I whispered, picking up rhythm and forcing her back end as far back onto my dick as it could go. ‘Hmmm, you LIKE THAT?’ I screamed, slapping her ass harshly, causing her to squeal in pain again. I threw myself onto her, pushing my dick even further up her spinchter and kissed her neck lustily. Then I bit down on her neck, and pumped ever faster, sensing my orgasm was getting close. I clamped my jaws down tightly to stop myself from screaming in absolute bliss and made her screech instead, trying to force her head above the pillow so she could breath.
I pulled her head harshly up and head her take in a gasp of air and then arubtly smacked her head down again just as she began to try and scream. As my balls slapped yet again into her sweet little juicy ass, I felt a harsh tingle and thrust one last time, this time pushing her legs apart, grabbing her body and using it like a doll to bury my dick right up to the hilt. I felt my dick explode like a fucking bazooka bullet and shot my load far up into the depths of Elke’s shitter. Stream after stream after stream of hot, stringy cum shot up her spinchter as I moaned in satisfaction and Elke squealed in pain. I looked down as I tried to recover and spotted a dirty pair of her panties lying on the ground. I picked them up, and being the perve I was licked the pussy mark. Oh, what a fucking fantastic taste! I balled up her panties with a shit stain on the outside and pushed the dirty panties into Elke’s mouth.
‘Eat up, bitch!’ I barked as I sell-taped her mouth shut and got off the bed. Okay, now where to put Saskia? And what to do with the boy?
I got up and walked down the corridor to find the boy still lying there, not moving at all. Shit, that stuff works!! I checked his pulse just in case and then picked him up over my shoulder. Looking around, I spotted a cupboard. I opened it up, threw him in and then closed and locked it. Next, I put the key under the cupboard and headed for the door that led outside. That should keep him there while he takes that four hour nap. As I walked out, I listened to the moaning and groaning Saskia was making inside the van. She was one loud little cunt! Thank God I taped her mouth too or she’d have the whole fucking neighbourhood outside the gate! I unlocked the van and opened up the door very swiftly and quietly. Out fell Saskia, still blind, tied up and shut up (well, apart from her moaning and groaning of course). She hit the ground with a loud thud and a rather sexy grunt. Oh yeah, I couldn’t wait to get my cock stuck up that pussy! I picked her up and carried her into the house, dumping her on the couch and searching for my other tranquilizers. When I’d left earlier, Matt told me to take his tranquilizers just in case. No matter how drunk her ever got, always serious!
Now, what time was it? I looked up at the clock to see I still had an hour to wait for Robyn. Well, I was horny again and my favourite show was on. I grabbed the now reclothed Saskia, pulled down her underwear and flipped her skirt over her back. She started squealing like a pig.
‘Wah, wah fuckin wah! Shut the hell up bitch!’ I screamed and smacked her ass with all the force in my arm.
‘MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!!’ she screeched through her taped mouth and made a pathetic attempt to kick her legs at me.
‘Bitch, I know blondes are stupid, but seriously! Can’t you feel the rope around your legs?’ I asked, smacking her ass again. Okay, pussy time!!
I slid my finger over the top of her ass crack and stretched her cheeks apart, revealing her bloody red, recently popped ass cherry. I ran my finger slowly down the middle, over her hole(she sort of jumps in place) and down to her pussy.
‘mmmmmmmmmmmmmh!!!!’ she started again.
‘Okay, Saskia sweety, if you don’t shut up, my dicks going back up that ass of yours!’ I barked. She let out a little whimper and fell into silence. I flipped her over and gazed down at that sweet little pussy of hers. Just a few tiny blonde curls covered her only left over virtue. I stroked down her soft, pale lips and she let out another whimper again, this time carrying on for a very long time. I put my finger over her asshole and she shut up instantly. Back to her pussy! I started rubbing her lips, which were swelling really quickly. I pushed the top of her vulva apart to reveal her crowned jewel. The clitoris.
I put my finger in my mouth and then started rubbing over her little clitty, making her moan really softly. I let my other hand slide up over her belly and up her shirt. Finally, I reached those titties. I went up and roughly grabbed her right tit before locating her nipple and circling her aerola really slowly. She started moaning again, now out of pleasure for sure. I Slowly pushed my finger up into her slit and she froze up, then relaxed. So warm, moist and tight! Just then, that unmistakable smell of pussy hit my nose. Oh, the beauty of it! I started finger-fucking her at a fast pace, rubbing the whole of the top of her vagina as I went. She started trying to pull her legs apart but wasn’t able to. Fucking dumbass bitch…
She was soaking wet now ; her juices running down her right leg. I picked her up and dropped her on the floor then pulled her panties to about 3 quarters of the way down her thighs. I whipped my dick out started pushing and rubbing it against her lovehole. Now she was willing to pipe up again.
‘MMMMMMMMMMMMMMH!!!!’
Okay, fuck this! I thought as I positioned my cock at her entrance and rammed my dick as far up her pussy as it would go. Fuck, she was so tight! She squealed again, but now I couldn’t care. I started working my dick further up her pussy, pulling her ass apart, slapping and grabbing her butt cheeks roughly. As I thrust in for the fifth time, I felt my balls slap against her legs. I was completely in. I decided Saskia’s grace was over and started ramming into her ass at hyperspeed. Animalistic grunts escaped my mouth as I fucked her like a jack rabbit, Pushing in and slamming against her ass as she squealed and cried, then pulling out and pushing right up again. I heard her start to moan, but these moans weren’t of fear or pain. I could hear lust in her voice. I reached under her shirt and started pinching her nipples, rubbing and grabbing them as roughly as I could. She started squealing and humping back at me, moving what parts of her body she could as roughly and quickly as her body would allow. ‘Mmrh, mmrh, mmrh, mmrh, mmrh’ she kept grunting as I rammed my cock up her ass. I picked her up and undid her shin ropes, then picked her up (cock in lovehole) and carried her to the couch, Saskia still fucking back onto me like mad. So much for the good little church girl.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me while she bounced up and down rhythmatically, squealing and moaning in pleasure. I let out a low moan and started pulling her down harder onto me. Fuck, I needed to cum!
Just then, my balls tingled and without warning I started squirting my baby batter up into her no longer virgin pussy. She moaned in ecstasy and her vagina began milking my dick, pulling all the sperm it could from my dick. She was having her orgasm as well. She writhed around as much as she could and continued to try and fuck me while I sat there and tried to regain myself. Eventually, Saskia stopped humping and fell onto the side of the couch, spent as if she were a credit card at Christmas. I watched as a mixture of cum, blood and pussy juice trickled down her leg. I also noticed that in front of me was a line of liquid on the floor. Holy fuck, she was a squirter!!

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My Uncle’s Freckled Cock

I want to start by saying only some of this true and the other is what I wished had happened. I love reading Incest stories and this is the closest I ever came to that. I wish I had push the matter I think I would have enjoyed it.
I had just found a book of my Mom’s right before Christmas about Incest in families. It was a collection of stories about incest. The book was a family that fucks together stays together. I was horny after reading the book that I masturbated all day long. I read it every chance I got and would finger myself while I read. I started looking at family members differently, but none made me aroused. I thought it was a good book, but that was something that I would never do in real life
I love Christmas it is my favorite holiday and this was the best one ever. We usually start @ my home around 4:30am and open present from Santa. We then get dressed and go to Grandma’s house for breakfast. The entire family goes there and that is about 30 people. My Uncle from DC comes in later in the morning. We usually wait until he gets there then we leave. He got there a little earlier this year and we got to spend more time with them. I had not been aroused by family members but with my Uncle it was different. We had just started to open presents and he bumped into me and I felt a thrill go up my spine. I was confused about the feeling and then it was time for breakfast.
We set down to eat and I was sitting next to my Uncle and could not eat. I was thinking about that feeling so I couldn’t eat. My Grandma always makes these special donuts for the Christmas breakfast and you have to eat to get them. My Uncle said you better eat or you won’t get a donut and they melt in your mouth. I was not confused any more about how I was feeling because what he said just made my pussy wet. I started thinking about my pussy and melting in his mouth and juices started running down my leg. I was worried that people would start to smell me so I got up and went to the bathroom. My Uncle must have been worried about me because he followed me. I told him I was fine and would be back in a minute. I cleaned up my pussy juice as best I could and went back to finish my food. He had gone from the table when I got back so it didn’t take me long to eat.
Everyone final got done eating and we had time to sit and talk before we had to leave. I noticed that my Uncle was not there anymore, so I went to look for him. I went outside to the porch he goes out there to smoke sometimes but no luck. I then go back in and decide to go the bathroom and masturbate. My Uncle had the same idea he had his pants down and I though he was pissing. I said I’m sorry and went to leave but out of the corner of my eye I saw him running his hand up and down his dick and my eyes went wide. I have seen my dad a couple of times running from the bathroom so I know what a dick looks like. My Uncle’s looked different I know now that the difference was it was hard. My Uncle turned away from me. I went back into the bedroom and said I would wait and I pretended not know what he was doing. That part is real this is what I WISHED HAD HAPPENED.
I cannot believe this is happening to me I’m trying to get my dick down and she shows up again. God if this is a joke I don’t think it’s funny. I got so hard at breakfast when I started to smell cunt juice. I went to see what was wrong with Tina and I realized then it was her I smelled. I could not believe how horny that made me. My sister would cut off my dick if she thought I was thinking of her daughter like that. I left then and rushed to finish my breakfast before she got back. We went into the living room and I heard my wife and my sister talking about how much Tina masturbates. My sister was asking my wife who is a pediatrician for advice on how to handle it. I had to leave before they noticed I was hard again. I heard Tina come back into the kitchen. I went back to the bathroom to fix my problem.
He then surprised the hell out of my by asking me to come back in. I went back in and he turns to me and was still stroking his dick. Have you ever seen a cock before Tina? No I’ve seen my Dad’s a couple of times but don’t tell he would be mad if he knew I peeked at him. What is that on your thingy and I walked over to get a closer look. Tina they are freckles like on my face I have them all over. Mom said I get my freckles from you sorry but I hate them. Tina do you have them on your thingy? I don’t know I have never checked. We will have to check to be sure because I have some special cream that might get rid of them.
God I’m sorry and I hope my sister never finds out but I cannot pass this up. Tina come here and help Uncle Ron make the cream. What do I need to do I hate freckles. First thing we need to do is lock the door because you’re Mom loves your freckles and would be mad if we get rid of them. Tina this has to be our secret and it might take a couple of times to get rid of them all. Uncle Ron I will do anything ok 1st Tina I need you to take over for my hand so put your hand on my dick. Uncle Ron it will not go all the way around. Tina then use both hands.
I had to pace myself because when Tina put her hands on my dick I almost cummed right then. I knew I could not waste this chance so I thought about something else instead. Uncle Ron do I need to run my hands up and down like you were. Uncle Ron said yes but he sounded mad when he answered so I tried to do a really good job. Uncle Ron seemed to be breathing hard and I squeezed his dick to reassure him that it was ok. Tina could you do that with your hand again I think that will help with the cream. Do you mean squeeze it more and he said yes. Uncle Ron you sound funny what’s wrong with your voice. Tina I have to talk funny to make the cream. Tina this is not working fast enough we need to try something else’s.
You want me take my hands off no but I need you to kiss it as well. Tina bent over and put a big wet kiss right on the head of my dick. Just then a little pre cum came out and Tina yelled Uncle Ron I see the cream. Tina that is just a small amount we need much more for it to work. Tina maybe if you sucked it like a lollipop that would get more. It is kind of big Uncle Ron I don’t know if I can get it in my mouth, but I will try. Tina opened up her mouth and took the head in. Tina try to lick with your tongue as well remember like a lollipop. It was pretty big but I got the hang of it. I laugh it will be like a tootsie roll uncle Ron and the cream will be the surprise. Tina don’t talk so much or we will never get done so please put it back in your mouth. Tina was doing a really good job and I was close to cumming. Tina see if you can put more of it in your mouth. Uncle Ron I cannot do that and hold it at the same time. Ok I will hold it for you and Tina got more in her mouth then I thought she would. Tina I think it will help if I pull it in and out of your mouth. Uncle Ron you are right it will be just like me hands. Tina I want you to try to put your mouth all the way down to the hair at the bottom. Do you think you can do that? I will try Uncle Ron but I’m not sure. Tina went down and started to gag I moved my dick a little so she could breath. I was stroking her mouth pretty good know. Tina that is working great it’s almost time. If you get to the hair I’m sure we will have enough cream to start working on the freckles on your face. I started to notice my pussy was wet again and I don’t know why so I stopped. Uncle Ron something is wrong with my thingy it’s all wet. Tina get back to work and I will deal with your thingy. Uncle Ron pulled down my pants and put his hand on my thingy. Tina your right it is very wet so I will clean you up right after you get the cream. I could not believe that I just felt my 10 year old niece pussy and it was wetter than my wife ever gets. I’m so lucky Santa came to see me in a big way this year. Tina was really going to town on my dick a few sessions and she is going to be a pro at sucking cock. Tina holds on the cram is almost here. I could feel her lips @ the base of my cock and I started pumping my cock as fast as I could. Tina when I tell you to take your mouth off my cock do it right away so we don’t lose the cream. Tina all my god stop now here comes the cream. Tina pulled her mouth off my cock and I sprayed all of my cum on her face. Uncle Ron we got cream yesssssssssss what was that I cannot understand you. Tina take my cream and spread it all over your face so we get it on as many freckles as possible. Uncle Ron I got some in my mouth is that ok. Yes Tina actually you might want to eat some to be safe in cases you have some freckles in your mouth. I also need some to check down @ your thingy and I need to clean it too. Uncle Ron your cream taste like salt but I like it. Good I will make more for you later.
Tina you need to lay down for me to get to your thingy. Uncle Ron the floor is cold can we put a towel down. I got a towel and Tina laid down I still could not believe my luck. I just got the best blow job of my life and I was going to get to eat pussy. My wife is a stick in the mud about sex and will not do anything but missionary. Tina I need for you to open up your legs and save me some of that cream. Uncle Ron there is just a little bit left I hope it will be enough. I’m sure it will be Tina but I’m going to need your help again. I need you to put your hands here and hold them there. I was getting her to hold open her pussy lips. I need to check to see how bad the freckles actual are down here and I need to take a picture. I got out my camera phone and snapped away. I even got a picture of her face it still had some cum wads on it. Ok now I need to clean you up. Uncle Ron Grandma keeps her wash rags on the stand behind you. Tina I cannot let my Mom smell you’re thingy on her towels. I will have to clean you up myself. Uncle Ron sometimes Mom will spit on her hand and clean my face maybe you could do that. Tina that is great idea but what can I do to wipe it up. I sometimes use my tongue to lick clean my face but I cannot reach. Tina you are full of good ideas. I will spit on your thingy but Uncle Ron I cannot reach to lick it off. I will help and lick it up for you so I got down between her legs. Tina remembers to hold it open for me it will make it easier. Uncle Ron my hands are getting tried Tina I’m the one doing all the work. Ok but could you hurry it up. Tina lift up your but off the floor we cannot use the towels to clean with, but we could use them to make your thingy closer to me. I pushed the towels under her but and then spit on her pussy several times until it was very wet. Uncle Ron that feels really good what you just did. Tina hold still I need to get it cleaned up. I put my tongue on her pussy it was hot as hell and started to lick up and down slowly. Tina legs went stiff and she said Uncle Ron that feels even better. I didn’t want to touch her clit to soon I wanted to just enjoy the feel and smell of her pussy. I stop for a while because I was in an uncomfortable position and she yelled please don’t stop cleaning it. Uncle Ron please that feels so good. I went back to licking and fucking her with my tongue. I could not believe what I was feeling but she was moving her hips up to meet my tongue. She had let go of her pussy lips and was pushing hands down on the floor to pick up her hips further. Uncle Ron that feeeelllll sooooooo goooood pleasssssssssss dooooon’t stop. I then went for the clit and she was so turned on her pussy farted right in my face. I was again rock hard and started eating her out as fast as I could. Tina was amazing even though she had never done this before she was a pro. She wrapped her legs around my head and grabbed my head and pulled my face into her pussy. She was grinding her pussy in my face and begging me not to stop. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started doing a BJ on it. Uncle Ron I loooooooooove Yooooou pleeeeeeeeeese donnnnnnnn’t stoooooooooop. I felt her cum come rushing out and it went all over my face and shoulders and my chest. I had heard of girls who squirt but had never had one do that. It took her a mintue to calm down and the she notice I was all messy. Uncle Ron now you need to be cleaned off so lick it off Tina it’s your fault anyway. Tina sat up and got to work cleaning me off and then she noticed my dick was hard again. Uncle Ron you have more cream for me and to my delight she put it right in her mouth. Tina go all the way to the hair but I didn’t need to tell her. She was @ the base within two downward strokes. Tina was also doing something I had not taught her and almost made me cum. Tina was rubing my balls with her hands and then I told why don’t you put them in your mouth. She let my dick go and put the one in her mouth while she rubs the other with her hand. Uncle Ron they feel so funny be nice to them Tina they make the cream. I started rubbing my dick in time with her tongue on my balls. Tina come on up I think you should drink the next batch of cream for it to really work. Tina didn’t have to be told she went down all the way to the hair. Tina you need to suck in really hard with your checks and swallow @ the same time so you don’t lose any. Tina sucked in really hard and I felt it commmmmming. Swallow allllllllllllllllllllllllll of it Tinnnnnnnnnnnnnnna. I gave her a couple of mouths full and the pro didn’t lose a drop. I then kissed her like a woman not my ten year old niece, because that who is now. She is my woman and I planned on enjoying her for years to cum.
Later that day I talked to my sister about Tina coming to stay with us for a couple of weeks. Tina will be out for Christmas for 3 weeks do you want her to come down now. Yes we can take her to see the White House and National Zoo. I had other plans of course and my wife was going to be out if town during that time. I told my wife not say anything because I told her my sister needed a break. Linda said ok because she knew it had been tough since Jim left her.
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Mr. Wong’s Curios: Dragon’s Eye Amulet

“Khaheh!” The dust in the back room was so thick, it was choking. I found the box of stuff Mrs. Wong had asked me to get and brought it out to the front desk. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes, thank you.” Her voice creaked out, sounding uncannily like the rusty hinges on the doors of her shop. I work at Mr. Wong’s Curios and Antiques. It’s an old store that the late Mr. Wong set up in the seventies- I think. When he died a few years back, his widow, Mrs. Wong, took up running the store. I think it helped her deal with her grief, gave her something to do. When I needed a job over the summer, I noticed this store and even though it didn’t have a “Hiring” sign, I asked Mrs. Wong if they had any jobs available. To my surprise, she hired me as an assistant. I helped stock inventory, dust, and run the cash register. Some evenings I even closed the store. But I had never opened, until now. Mrs. Wong was visiting her family in China and she was leaving me in charge of the store for three weeks.
I glanced at the grandfather clock behind us, it was nearly nine in the morning. “Mrs. Wong, you need to go! You’ll be late for your flight.”
“Okay, okay. Such good boy, watching out for old lady.” Before leaving, she asked for the fifth time if I had the keys, knew how to run everything, and would make sure to be on time every morning. For the fifth time, I told her I did and I would. “Okay, okay. You know I not have extra money to pay you.” I smiled at her as she looked slightly embarrassed.
“I told you, it’s okay, it’s not hard and you pay me plenty as is.” Mrs. Wong nodded, then reached in the box I had carried out for her.
“This for you. It very old but I think you find like it.” She had a necklace in her hands. It was an old, leathery string, wine red. On it was a small black ring, with a golden slit running through it. “This Dragon’s Eye amulet.”
“Thank you, but you don’t need to do this.” She insisted and I reluctantly accepted the gift. Then I gave Mrs. Wong a quick hug, since she wasn’t very fond of them, and she headed for the door. I slipped the necklace on as she stepped out. “Have fun!” She called. I smiled. She must have been excited, I had never heard Mrs. Wong be that loud before. The rest of the day went pretty quickly. A few customers came by, no one too troublesome, and for once I got to listen to the radio stations I liked. The store closed at six usually but around five thirty, my phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hey, c-can you pick me up? Jake just… he just broke up with me.” It was my sister, she sounded upset. That wasn’t unusual for her but this sounded serious.
“Where are you?”
“Spring Park- by the swings.”
“Okay, stay where you are. I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Wong wouldn’t have minded me locking up early, especially under the circumstances. I emptied the cash register, placed the money in the safe under the old hour glass I liked, and locked all the doors. Then I got in my truck, an old Ford Ranger, and drove to Spring Park. I found my sister by the swings, like she’d said. “Hey, Amanda. You okay?”
“Sure…” The words sounded devoid of energy, listless. Somehow, I could sense that she wasn’t sad- just angry.
“What’s got you so mad?” I asked, sitting down in a swing. She took the swing next to me and looked into my eyes with her big, brown ones.
“It’s goddamn Jake. He just breaks up with me again and again and I just go back to him every time. He lies to me or sleeps with some skank and I just pretend like it didn’t even happen.”
“Amanda, everyone in the family’s told you what a jerk he is. I know this is harsh, but maybe the person you’re angry at is you. Why do you let him treat you like that?” Her face fell, she just looked down at the sand beneath her feet.
“I guess, I just don’t think I’ll find anyone else. When he’s good, he’s pretty good. I haven’t dated a lot. I worry I won’t find anybody else. Plus, I think it’s my fault since I won’t let him…um, you know.”
“Sleep with you?” I finished, uncomfortable.
“Yeah.” Amanda looked back down at the sand. She seemed insecure, something in her posture just told me. I caught her glancing at her chest, then at her lap, lastly, she crossed her legs, as though hiding something she were ashamed of. That was it! She was feeling unattractive, ugly.
“Sis-” I brought my fingers under her chin, raising her head to look at me. “You don’t need to worry about him. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, and you’ll find a guy who’ll treat you right.”
“I don’t even know what that means.” She glanced at me with, what, curiosity?
“You’ve never been on a good date before? Like dinner and a movie and a kiss goodnight?” I asked dubiously.
“Not without the guy making a pass or, you know, glomping my muffins.” She smirked.
“Agh! You couldn’t have phrased that any differently?” We laughed. “Tell you what, I’ll just show you. I’ll take you on a good date, then you’ll know.” I smiled at her.
“What? You’re my brother! That’s too weird!” She was fibbing, I could see she was excited. I called the house. I told our Mom that Jake had broken up with Amanda and I was going to take her out, get her mind off of things. She told me that was just like me, being sweet or whatever, and to be home by ten thirty. I told her we would.
“Follow me, Mademoiselle.” I said, taking my sister by the hand and helping her up. She giggled and I led the way back to my truck. I threw some junk out of the passenger seat and got the door for her. Then I got in, started the engine, and drove. I already knew exactly where our destination would be.
“Where are we going?” Amanda asked, pushing my shoulder playfully.
“Duh- surprise.” I responded, rolling my eyes at her. I got another push on the shoulder for that and had to check my direction to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic. Soon, we were at the best restaurant in the city.
“Oh my God, La Calombe! Wait, no! It’s too expensive! You can’t!” Amanda tried to protest but I could still see the excitement etched in every line of her body. I got out of the truck and got the door for her. “I’m not dressed nice enough! I look horrible.” My sister ran her hands along a tress of her hair, something she only does when she’s nervous. I helped her out and shut the door behind her, locking the truck with the push of a button.
“Amanda,” I said, resting my hand on her cheek. “You look beautiful. You deserve this. Now come on, I want some of those thin, little breadsticks.” I took my sister by the hand and led her to the door. A doorman let us in. I asked the maitre de’ for as nice a table as he had available, and gave him twenty dollars. I realized afterwards that that was probably the silliest, cheapest attempt at a bribe he’d ever received, but he seemed to understand the situation and brought us to a table at the center of the restaurant, directly beneath their massive, crystal chandelier.
Dinner was delicious, even if I couldn’t identify every dish. The string quartet sounded beautiful and Amanda and I were able to have one of the best conversations I’d ever had with my sister. She told me about how college entrance exams were worrying her, about how she didn’t want to be like everyone at school but didn’t want to be left out either, and how she would’ve rather been an artist than a journalist, but art majors didn’t make any money making actual art. Throughout every moment, Amanda was smiling and the crystal chandelier lit up her eyes with a thousand starry points.
When we left, I checked my phone, it said it was only eight twenty. “We still have two more hours. But, if you’d rather, I can take us home.” I was only playing, I knew she’d never agree to go home, but I needed to show her what a considerate, good guy would do.
“No! I don’t want to go home yet. I want to stay with you. This has been the best night I’ve had in… well, a long time.”
“Alright, I know what we can do.” We weren’t far from Lake Brinnegan. I knew a spot by the shore that would look great on a clear night like the one we had. I opened the door for Amanda and helped her in. As I leaned forward to make sure she was in all the way, I was surprised. I felt something warm and soft and wet on my cheek. Then it was gone. My fingers went to my cheek and my eyes to my sister. She’d kissed me.
“That’s your reward for dinner.” She smiled and after I recovered, I shut the door for her. It had been really expensive but I didn’t care, every dollar was well spent. I got in the truck and started the engine. We drove to the Lake in silence. Amanda knew the way, so it wasn’t a surprise, and I was too in shock over the kiss to pay attention to anything but the road. Amanda had never been the type of sister who kissed you, not even as a little kid. I was always a “yuck-o boy.” The kiss she’d given me had been quick, but not a peck. It had lingered for a moment. Did that mean anything? And more importantly, why did it matter to me? Nervous, I couldn’t even look at Amanda.
By the time we got to Lake Brinnegan, and pulled up to the shore in reverse, I had recovered mostly. I grabbed a slightly musty blanket from behind the passenger seat and we hopped out of the car. Amanda was already in the bed of the truck by the time I shut my door, there was no way I could’ve gotten to it in time to get it for her. I hopped up as well and spread out the blanket. The stars were all out and the moon was a silvery curve above the trees. I had chosen a spot for from the houses that dotted the lake, so we could see the sky perfectly and its flawless reflection on the water.
We laid down and looked up the stars. I clasped my hands behind my head and splayed my elbows out, relaxing at best as I was able. I wished I had kept pillows but that might have sent the wrong message to people who saw them. “Oh well.” I sighed, out loud by mistake.
“What?” Amanda asked as she wriggled around on the blanket, trying to get comfortable. I figured that now was as good a time as any to act out the clich?f naming stars.
“Do you see that star up there?” I asked, unclasping the hand furthest from her and pointing upwards.
“That bright one?” She asked sitting up.
“Yep, that’s Aurora Borealis.” I said. Amanda laughed out loud, losing it for nearly half a minute.
“That’s the North Star you bone head!” She snickered and laid down again, resting her head on my clasped arm. She snuggled up to me. I didn’t like it that it made me a little aroused. I wasn’t a total rookie but I hadn’t had many attractive girls “snuggle” with me. I managed to stay cool.
“You cold?” I asked nonchalantly.
“No.” I glimpsed her head turn towards me out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look at her. Our eyes met, each staring deep into the other. She was so beautiful and now she felt beautiful. I could see it in her slightly blushing cheeks, the corners of her lips, and especially in her gorgeous brown eyes. Yet there was more than that, something else, what was it? I felt her breath on my face. I leaned towards Amanda. What was I doing? She tilted her head as she came to me. Our eyes closed. What was it? Contact.
I felt her lips upon mine. They were soft and warm, like pillows after a good night’s rest. I gently pressed my own against them. I felt her sigh, felt her warmth breath exhaling. Every inch of my body tingled. I felt my head spinning and I only wanted more. I reached my free arm around and ran my hand through her hair, letting the silky threads cascade through my fingers. We moaned together softly. That snapped me back to reality. I broke the kiss off.
“Amanda, we can’t do this.” I said, as forcefully as I could. My breath was gone. I could still feel her on my lips.
“Why?!” She cried out. Every fiber of her body screamed distress, panic.
“You’re my sister. This isn’t right, it isn’t legal.”
“Tell me you care about that!” She asked me, her beautiful face coming so close to mine again. I could just- No! I turned aside, looking at the trees.
“I care about you. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t want you thinking this is how all guys act.”
“That they’re sweet to me? That they listen to what I say and treat me right? That they act like they love me? I shouldn’t think that?! Right, of course, I should’ve known!” Amanda moved to hop out of the truck bed. I moved faster than I knew I could, catching her just above the elbow.
“Don’t go.” I whispered. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t take it.
“Why shouldn’t I? You just said you didn’t care.” Amanda spat back. She was trying to hide her pain behind anger. The pain was from shame. I thought it was from kissing me, her brother, but it wasn’t. She felt empty again, worthless. It was etched in the glint of the moon on her irises.
“I do care.” I said as loudly as I could.
“Sure, yeah, I’m your sister and all that. You want me to be happy and you love me and all that.”
“Amanda!” I yelled, surprising even me. I pulled her towards me and moved to her. As she spun, I placed my other hand on her waist and caught her, pulling her against me. Her eyes were wide with surprise, uncertainty, and hope. Hope most of all. “Amanda, I do love you. I love you so much.” I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against hers, all the while thanking God that I hadn’t missed.
This kiss was different from the first, there was passion. There was fire in the kiss. Our lips melded together and our moans echoed their movement. She pulled lightly on my upper lip and I pressed her against me, no longer caring that a certain part of my body had swollen rapidly. She released my lips and I immediately pressed against her, pushing her down onto the blanket. I rested my hands on either side of her and she slipped her fingers through my hair, pulling me down against her. I felt Amanda’s lips relax and I pushed my tongue between them. My sister’s moan only excited me more and I pressed further, finding her tongue and inviting it to dance with a flick of my own. We wrestled and twisted our tongues together, moaning louder and louder with each movement. Finally, we broke apart for air and I looked down at my sister, at Amanda.
She was breathing heavily, excited and aroused. She smiled at me and indicated for me to come closer with curling of her index finger. I leaned in and she placed her lips beside my ear, just grazing it in the most excruciating way. “I want to tell you something but it’s a secret. I’ll only tell you if you make me a promise. You have to swear to do something for me.”
“Anything you want, Amanda. I promise.” Perhaps I should have given the request more thought but I was so excited, so utterly out of my mind, that I would have said yes to anything she wanted.
“Okay, do you want to hear the secret now?” She pulled back and looked at me, her face taking on a serious expression. She was feeling something raw, something that she considered absolutely vital to her identity. I nodded gravely. She moved forward, just slightly, and looked deep into my eyes. “I love you.” I smiled and she followed my lead. I leaned down and with abandon kissed her again. I was surprised when she drove her tongue past my lips and deep into me. I moaned and brushed my hands down her sides as I rested on my knees. Amanda let out a long, throaty sigh and, grabbing my by the neck, pulled me on top of her and off my knees.
Our lips met again but I quickly broke away and found the nape of her neck. I flicked my tongue against her milky, flawless skin and elicited a noise from my sister. I repeated the action again and again, running my mouth up and down her neck, until my sister had dug her nails deep into my jeans and was grinding her hips against my member as hard as she could.
“Y-your promise!” Amanda choked out between moans.
“Mhmmm.” I murmured as I sucked on a particularly sensitive spot.
“AHH, y-you, I mean, AAH! I want you to do something NOW!” She cried out at the end as I flicked my tongue against the spot I had trapped between my lips. I grudgingly let go and looked at Amanda again.
“Anything you want.” She turned to face me, the same look of seriousness on her face once more. She pressed her hand against my chest, then slid it down, lower and lower, till she clutched my erect member. Amanda smiled again and her eyes took on the sexiest look I had ever seen.
“Make love to me.” She crooned and squeezed me. I grunted, it felt so good. I was done arguing but I wanted to make certain that it was what Amanda really wanted.
“You haven’t done this before, right? I mean, you’re a virgin?” She nodded, slightly bashful. “And you want me to be your-” Amanda cut me off with a kiss. I sighed and leaned into it. She began to rub up and down on me. I shuddered and allowed her to continue. I brought my hands to the edge of her shirt and, after a nod from Amanda, lifted it up. She arched her back for me, allowing me to raise it all the way to below her shoulders. She had beautiful breasts, enclosed within a pink, pushup bra. I felt myself shaking as I reached towards her chest for the first time. Amanda lay back, allowing me total access to her body. I slipped her right cup down, then held her breast. It was so soft, but firm and it filled my hand completely. I pinched her nipple and Amanda moaned for me while I slipped her other bra cup down. Soon, I was squeezing and twisting her areolas until Amanda was almost screaming. Wanting to drive her over the edge, I placed a knee between her legs, forcing her to grind against me. Next, I bent my lips down to her right breast and took her nipple in my mouth, flicking my tongue against the tip.
“AHHH! God, YES!” She screamed. I sucked harder, taking more of her breast into my mouth until I couldn’t take anymore. My tongue thrashed around, caressing every part of the breast. Once I felt her nipple completely stiffen, I switched. I repeated the process on her left breast and all the while, I felt the warmth of my sister frantically grinding against my knee. At last, I switched back to her right breast and took as much of it as I could into my mouth, all at once. I flicked my tongue against her again and again, squeezing her other nipple with my left hand, and lastly, I reached between her legs with my right and rubbed my finger tips against her at a blinding speed. “AH, DON’T STOP!” Amanda yelled. I sucked down, squeezed and rubbed as hard as I could, all at once. She was so close, then she tipped over the edge. “I’m CUMMING!!!” She screamed. Her back arched off the truck bed, and she held my head to her chest as her body convulsed and shook for nearly thirty seconds. As the orgasm passed, she fell against the blanket, exhausted. I lay down with her, and took her in my arms. She was glistening with sweat.
“That was- that was… oh my god, thank you so much. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Did Leah teach you how to do that?” Leah was my ex-girlfriend. I shook my head, I had always just known. That, and porn was quite an education if one looked in the right places. “I love you.” She whispered in my ear.
“I love you too, Amanda.” I whispered back. I felt a hand rubbing at my crotch. “What are you doing?” I smiled at my mischievous sibling.
“I have to return the favor don’t I? Just, don’t be too disappointed if I’m not as good as you.”
“You’ll do great.” I smiled and lay down. Amanda undid my jeans and slid her fingers beneath the waist band. I lifted my hips and she slid the pants off, with a little wriggling and the removal of my shoes. Next, she yanked my boxers down impatiently, exposing my throbbing dick.
“Wow, it’s big.” She said, slightly awestruck.
“It’s not that big.” I smiled. I was a little above average but nothing freakish.
“It’s bigger than Jake’s.” Amanda added with a frown. Then she leaned down and licked up along my shaft. I grunted loudly, it felt amazing. I couldn’t believe I was doing this with my sister. “Mm, tastes better too.” She smiled. She rubbed her hands together quickly, and breathed on them, to warm them up. The she slid her fingers around my shaft, one by one, and pulled my cock up. I moaned at her touch. “Now, tell me what you want me to do.” She grinned down at me.
“You do whatever you’re comfortable with.” I smiled back at her.
“No! If you want me to do something, you tell me exactly what it is… and don’t hold back.”
“Amanda, I can’t-”
“Do it! You earned it and I know you want to or…” Amanda pursed her lips just above my head and let a small thread of drool fall onto it, like syrup. “Do you not want to see your sister swallow?” That pushed me over the edge.
“Amanda, suck my cock.” Amanda bent down and kissed my head, then moved up and down the shaft, licking every inch of my dick. She pursed her lips as tightly as she could and pressed them against my tip. Slowly, she pushed down harder and harder, it felt so tight, so incredible. I was amazed I hadn’t come yet. As the pressure became almost uncomfortable, I lost control and my hips bucked, thrusting my dick deep into sister’s mouth. Her eyes went wide with surprise but we were both moaning at the sensation.
Amanda paused, unmoving. I took the unspoken hint. “Suck it, Amanda. Bob up and down on your brother’s big cock.” She obeyed immediately. I watched her lips travel all the way up to the base of my head and then back down to an inch from the bottom of my shaft, as far as she could go. She lifted her lips and then took my cock again, going faster and faster each time, then wrapping her hand around the bottom of my shaft. She began pumping as her lips sucked down on me and her tongue coiled around my shaft like a snake. It was so good, I began pumping with her head, thrusting my dick deeper into my sister’s mouth with each dip. When I felt her start to moan, I knew I was close to cumming.
“A- Amanda, I’m close to- AH!” I moaned as my sister dove all the way to nearly the base of my dick. Just then, my phone started ringing. I managed to fish it out of my pocket but before I could answer, Amanda snatched it out of my hand and threw it to the far corner of the truck bed. “Amanda, it’s Mom-AH- AHH!” She bobbed her head up and down again and again, her nose brushing against my crotch each time. She cupped my balls with her free hand and kneaded them. “FUCK, AMANDA! YES!” At the verbal excitement, Amanda decided it was time to make me come. She squeezed my balls, pumped up and down on my shaft with her other hand and sucked hard with her mouth, as far down as she could be. “I’m CUMMING!!” I screamed to my sister and I felt myself begin to orgasm. Each rope of cum shot out like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hands were clenched in my sister’s hair and my vision swam. I fired cum deep into my sister’s mouth again and again. Nine, ten, and the shots just kept coming. By fifteen, they had died down slightly. I was done by the seventeenth. I collapsed against the truck bed, only barely noticing the ping of the voicemail alert.
I looked up and saw my sister with her cheeks full, looking down at me.
“You don’t have to-” I began but before I could finish, my sister had tilted her head back and swallowed my entire load. She showed me her empty mouth with pride and I took her in my arms.
“Was that good?” She asked.
“The best orgasm of my life.” I said awestruck, echoing what she’d said. Smiling, Amanda laid down beside me and for a minute we just held each other. Her eyes were so beautiful. I saw nothing but happiness in them. She was content, full of love, and with the desire to love. She was perfect. We were perfect. After a few minutes, I grabbed the phone, which was just within arm’s reach.
“Crap!” I exclaimed.
“What time is it?” Amanda asked as she kissed a trail down my neck.
“It’s nearly midnight!”I listened to the voice mail from Mom. She was not happy at all. She sounded upset and asked where we were, why we hadn’t come back, and to call or come home as soon as I got the message. I called her back and said that I had been helping Amanda feel better, which was true, had lost track of time, which was also true, and that it was completely my fault, which Amanda frowned at but which I felt was true. Mom was still angry when we hung up, but I had defused the situation for the most part. I kissed Amanda softly.
“Sorry, we’ll have to finish this another night. If you want to.”
“Of course I do. I love you and I can’t wait.” Amanda kissed my nose and giggled.
“Same here.” I whispered, and kissed her forehead lightly. Then we dressed, got in the truck, and drove home.

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Fantasm

Rediscovering Cassie

I came in to my ex girlfriends life at a weird time in her life. She was younger and never had been treated right by a man, I made sure I was nothing but a decent vanilla boyfriend. It sounds silly, but I felt like it was the right thing to do. I opened doors, bought her nice things and kept it plain in the bedroom. It was years after when I had learnt she had the same kind of kinks as I did, and what kind of fun things I could get away with.
Cassie was housesitting with a close friend of hers. It was not an ideal setup; they lived like bachelors, eating mostly pasta and drinking frequently. I was invited around as a casual catch-up, just for a few drinks and maybe a movie. As I arrived, the housemate was on his way out, off to a club for the night, I figured he would not be sleeping in his own bed tonight.
The house Cassie was housesitting was old, but in a good location. You walked into a sunken lounge by the window, and the main bedroom was next door. It was a small place, like a cottage, and had the old visible wooden columns in the roof you would see in European style cabins. It was a nice place, if only a little run down. The front was overgrown, and gave the house a weird haunted look.
I was a little early, so I caught Cassie in her towel after a shower. Her medium length dark-red hair was only a little damp, as if she had kept it out of the water. From the curves in the towel I could recall her body; her large tits and round butt stood out. She was not tall, only up to my chest, but she knew how to use it. I gave her a hug, and she went to go slip into something loose and comfy. A long dress with no bra is what she chose. I didn’t think much of it, I guess we were still very comfortable around each other.
A couple in drinks in she started to get close, and talk about how things used to be. She had just gotten into than out of another relationship, and began to complain about how he was so boring in bed. Cassie mentioned she needed someone a little more commanding, and maybe a little rougher. “I know what you mean. I love to get a bit rougher, but you can’t just spring that on someone”
We had surprised each other. It was quiet for a moment, but I had an idea. I went back to the car, and came back with a long rope I had used to tow a car. Cassie flashed an unsure look, I told her “It’ll be fine, I just want to show you something I like. Nothings going to happen”.
I tied her hands firmly behind her, then tied them to her back, wrapping the ropes over her chest and shoulders. The ropes fit her snugly, even if they were a little rough, and she could barely move her arms or hands. She stood and and looked into a mirror “Woah”.
Cassie gave a little struggle and walked back to me “This is pretty cool, but you should help me out now”.
Its something only James Bond and Indiana Jones would think; her words say no, but her eyes said yes. With a little force to her shoulders I put her on her knees and tied her ankles together. I stood up and ran off; but quickly came back with a broom handle and some scissors. I also spied a blindfold when walking past her housemates room, the kind of blindfold insomniacs wear that block out the light completely. By the time I had gotten back she was standing on her bound feet, although wobbly. She gave me a curious look than I pushed her gently so she fell face first onto the couch. I caught the rope and eased the fall, but she was completely vulnerable. “What are you doing?” She muffled, frustrated.
“You’ll see”.
Quickly I put a blindfold on her, and used the remaining rope and broom to bind her legs to spread. She still had the dress on, so I cut it off her. She protested at first, but once I cut her tits from her dress she turned red and quiet. When I was finished, she was tied legs spread on her knees. I looked at my handiwork, and let my hands explore her naked body. I played with her with no protest except for a weak movement away whenever I hit something sensitive, and light moans and quiet squeals. Then I was inspired. I went in to the main bedroom to find the toy I had bought her years ago. She still had it, but now it had a friend. I also grabbed her heavy noise-canceling headphones. I put the vibrator on a low setting and tied it inside her. She began to react immediately, and then I put on the headphones. A look of panic ran through her for a second, before she was distracted again by the toy inside her. I sat down, got her phone and made some calls.
I watched for nearly twenty minutes, she flushed hard and her body began to shake. Cassie had a an orgasam, and after began to gently ask if I was still here and to help her. She was clearly getting anxious. I placed a chair in front of her, sat down and grabbed her hair. She had soft hair, like I remembered, and strong. A quiet yelp came from her mouth before I moved it onto my cock. I let her perform head naturally for a while before getting frustrated at her, she was getting distracted by the vibrator. I grabbed another handful of hair and began to push it down. With a steady pace I began to fuck her mouth. I started with long, slow pushes, so her throat could get used to my cock. I used her mouth roughly and I could hear her gag, and warm saliva began to drip off her chin. I stopped for a second to let her breathe and made her suck on my balls.
Cassie hated testicles and she refused right away. I leant her back and pinched her nipples with my finger and thumb. They must have been sensitive now as Cassie gasped. I ran to get a peg, and placed one over her right nipple. I put her mouth to my balls again and she weekly put them in her mouth and played with them with her tongue. It was not long before I replaced them with my dick and again rode her mouth. In a final heave I got my dick deep into her throat. Cassie panicked and her throat muscles tensed, and I came. She gagged, but swallowed what she could. I pulled away by left the chair. “Please… untie me now” she whispered, but the door knocked. The pizza had arrived!
Cassie had no idea there was a man at the door, let alone I had made phone calls. I put on some pants and went to the door. “That will be $19.50 for the pizza” he said, handing me a large box.
The pizza boy was a teenager, and I could see the P plate on his car. He was not unattractive, but clearly in an awkward phase of puberty. I patted at my pockets and made shrug like I had no money. “I’m sorry then man, I’ll have to take that back” he replied awkwardly.
“Wait, I need this for later. I think we can work something out, come in for a second?”.
He pulled a weird face, but followed me in anyway. In two steps, he could see Cassie, bound and mouth gaping. He went pale, and I placed my hand over his shoulder. “Deal?”.
Without saying a word he stumbled out of his pants and put his dick to her lips. She reacted and opened her mouth and began to suck. She pulled a curious expression for a second before making another which meant she knew it was not me. Before she could back out, I explained that she liked it rough, and the teenager pushed the back of her head onto his cock as deep as she could go. Her whole body reacted, then her body betrayed the vibrator made her orgasm again. A moment later the pizzaboy was pushing his dick down her throat again as he made an awkward noise, cumming. It looked like Cassie had a harder time swallowing this load, as it probably had been stored for months. The pizzaboy gave me a relaxed look and without saying anything, got up and left.
Cassie eventually let out whisper “Who was that? Are you still there?” before the door knocked again. I opened it to two more pizzaboys, both looking confused.
“Did you order these two pizzas” a tall black man said, gesturing to the two single pizzas from two pizza places.
“Ah, yes.”
“Well, thats eighteen dollars for me”
“And nineteen for me” said the other pizzaboy, another awkward looking teenager.
I did the same song and dance as last time, telling them I had no cash, then to come inside. The black guy looked like he was going to punch me for a second, but his expression quickly changed when he saw Cassie. “Deal?” I repeated.
“Deal” Said the black pizza man. The other guy made a face and said “Wait, in front of you? I have to wait. I dunno man”
I thought for a second while the black man got comfy in the chair and said “just take somewhere else”.
He walked over and saw the toy coming from her pussy, and the puddle under her. He played with the ropes holding it in for a second and shyly said “… uh, these look, um, hard to untie. What if I took her, uh, other hole”.
“Go for it”.
The black guy ticked the right box when it came to stereotypes, he pulled out a massive thick cock from his jeans and lined it with her mouth. Cassie made a face when he pushed it at her lips, like she could smell something awful. However a quick slap of a tit she gave in and let him put it between her lips. He leant back and let Cassie do the work. The other pizza guy felt Cassies back and then her ass for a while, before taking a small portion of lube from his wallet. He rubbed it on himself and lined himself up. The tip was in before Cassie knew what was about to happen, and her whole body reacted. It clearly hurt, and her jaw tightened for a second. Neither the black pizza man or the other pizza guy seemed to care, though. The black pizza man began to take over for her and started to thrust violently into her gullet. Matching his pace as best he could the white pizza guy sped up his thrusts into her asshole, her whole body shaking at every stroke. Her hands and feet clenched and waved desperately behind her as her body was ravaged. An orgasam took her body as the anal guy came inside her, and the black guy used the loosening of her throat to go deep, but pulled out to cum over her face, getting over her nose, mouth and chin.
The now awkward white pizza guy quietly dressed and left, while the black guy proving to be a stereotype in more than one way gave a loud “Woo!”, slapping Cassies ass. He left before he had his shirt on. I now had three pizzas, ready for my small party. I dragged Cassie over to the couch and got her started on my balls again, resting my feet on her back as she licked and sucked. Ten minutes passed and I decided to start on the pizza as it started to cool, but before I got a piece to my mouth the door knocked one more.
I was well overdue for a catch up with Tyrone and Phil. They were old friends, and we had shared much together. However we were very different people and ran in very different crowds. It was no real accident we didn’t hang out. Phil was only fun in small doses. Shorter than me, with long greasy hair that ran in to and equally ugly beard. He was also a mild psychopath. Tyrone was my height with short hair and faint stubble. Tyrone was until earlier this year, a woman; however had only one of the two surgeries to show it. He had no tits, but still had a cunt. He was also still taking testosterone, which someones made him single minded.
Phil and Tyrone both recognized Cassie, saw her forced position, and smiled. “Thank FUCK” Phil barked “I’ve had a shitty day. Fuck, a shitty WEEK”, he rubbed too long fingernails down her back, leaving a mark, then smacked her ass hard.
It left a mark. Tyrone watch for a moment before dropping a large knapsack. He was distracted and it dropped harder than he expected. When it hit the floor, something started to vibrate, which Tyrone quickly reached into turnoff. “I appreciate this John”.
We watched Phil smack Cassie’s ass and tits for a while before we really started getting ready. He replaced the peg with his teeth, and Cassie gave a weak scream. There was a small table, which we flipped upside down and draped her mattress over it. We untied Cassies legs to reposition her, then retying them spread far apart to the table legs. In this position, she couldent keep her torso up, which was fine.
Phil’s dick was nothing special, but he was vicious with it. Without taking his pants off he pulled his dick from his fly and grabbed Cassie’s hair and forced her to take it all in at once. Cassie took it with ease. Phil grabbed the toy and ripped it from her, sending a sharp jolt through her. Smiling, he climbed under her, forcing her into a cowgirl position. He grabbed her neck to keep her moving and made short, hard thrusts, letting the open zipper rub against her inner thighs.
Tyrone was less afraid of nudity, and striped. It always blew me away to see him naked; a fairly plane skinny white male body, but with a vagina. He pulled a toy from his bag, a thick double ended strapon. It was as thick as his arm, and on one end, the same length. He called it his WMD, weapon of mass destruction. Tyrone got on the couch and spread his legs wide, so that he could rest them on the table legs. With little force he pushed Cassie’s face to his cunt. For a second Cassie made a confused gesture, but couldn’t keep it while she was getting fucked like a machine gun from below. A little more force from Tyrone and she started to nervously lick.
This left one place for me, and I took it with force and gusto. I never got Cassies asshole while we dated and I planned to make the most of it. The awkward pizzaguy opened her up, but I was a little bigger and thicker than he was. I used a little lube but Cassie still jerked in pain as I went in, and Tyrone rolled his eyes at me, I was farther distracting Cassies licking. It seems to get easier for her as we went, and eventually Cassie shook with an orgasam.
We all went hard and Phil was the first to come. He grabbed Cassies tit with one hand, digging his nails in, and bit onto her nipple with the other. She screamed into Tyrones cunt again, and he said, frustrated “Alright man, trade you?”.
I nodded and kept fucking her tight ass while Tyrone got the WMD and carefully put inside of himself, and strapped it to his thighs. It was truly a sight of shock and awe seeing the size. I pulled from her asshole and sat on the couch. Cassies body dropped, and let herself pant, as if it was over. A drool and cum mixture began to pool out of her mouth.
I picked up her head with a handful of hair, and lined my cock up to her lips. She could tell where my dick had been and she pulled her mouth away from it. Tyrone positioned himself behind Cassie, and began to lick out her asshole. She made a gasp, and I used it to go into her mouth, and all the way down to her throat.
Cassie began to shake again, her body ready for another orgasam, and before it hit Tyrone put half of the huge rubber dick inside her asshole. I was too deep in her throat for her to bite down, and instead she swallowed the head of my dick in shock. Tyrone began to fuck Cassie, little thrusts at first, leading into big long ones. Loud slaps of his hips hitting hers as he pounded away, digging his fingers into her ass for grip.
Tyrone began to shake and made a very effeminate moan as he came. The long deep thrust shocked Cassie again, and she swallowed the tip of my dick again, but this time it was much tighter and warmer, and I came. We all sat back and watched Cassies panting, scratched and sweating body. I knew she was exhausted, and she was now mine.
I untied her legs and put her on her back, so that her tied arms were under her. Phil dragged her head so it fell from the side of the mattress. He put his balls to her lips and squeezed her nipple hard with his nails, she yelped and began to lap away at them. Phil masturbated while she sucked his balls, then fucked her face, grabbing her tits and savagely using them for leverage. I had one of her legs and used a foot to gently masturbate, her saliva still coating my dick as lube. Phil came violently in to her throat, and left her tits red with nail marks.
Tyrone used Cassies other leg for leverage as he rubbed their pussies together, until they both orgasamed again. Hard again, I forced Cassies knees next to her head, and fucked her slowly and hard, forcing her to cum one last time, before I did. I got her vibrator out again, with another that Tyrone had brought, and plugged her holes back it, and put them on full. They buzzed loudly, and you could hear them almost fighting eachother. The effect showed on Cassies face, as her body softly spasmed.
Phil and Tyrone packed up, Phil gave me a twisted smile “Yeah, fucking wild. Lets not wait so long next time yeah!”.
Tyrone agreed “Thanks man, these hormones make it hard for me sometimes. Needed it.”
I let them know it was all good, and told them they were welcome. They left, leaving me alone with Cassie once more. I watched her until another two orgasams went through her, and saw that they were getting painful. I turned the toys off, removed them, and started to untie her.
I removed her earphones, then the blindfold. I looked at her in her eyes, they were red with tears.. She looked like a mess, the little eyeliner she had worn had run and her hair was in clumps from sweat and cum. As I looked at her and she looked at me, there was a quiet moment of understanding.
I undid her hands, stood up, and gently pushed her to my cock. Without argument, she took it, and sucked hard. When she felt me build up, she started to force my dick deeper, gagging herself. Her eyes watered and long bits of saliva dripped from my balls, but she kept going until my last load shot out onto her tongue.
I stood, walked to the bedroom and gestured for her to follow. Cassie followed, wide-eyed and quietly. She understood now that in a way, part of her belonged to me, and she would do whatever I told her. I could not help but think of all the things I could do to her. Things I will do to her.

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