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OBSCENE PHONE CALL

“Hello darling,” breathed the obscene phone caller. “If you can guess what’s in my hand, I’ll give you a piece of the action.”
“”Listen Dude,” drawled the lil’ Texas lady, “If y’all can hold it in one hand, I ain’t interested.”

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Wild Riding to Dublin

This tale, though recounted with vengeance in my heart, occurred at an early stage of my marriage to James, when I was still naïve and before I discovered what a serial philanderer and all-round fucker he is.

Fiction

Emotionless

Ed is waiting for his girlfriend Laura for a date. They have planned this as a milestone of their relationship but perhaps she is not as excited as he is.

Fiction

Halloween Surprise pt1

It’s been a while since this happened but I remember it like it was yesterday.
I had just turned 17a few days before my favorite holiday. I’m a good looking guy, 5’6” maybe 140 lbs. Not the biggest guy in HS but not the smallest either. I have what I call camouflage colored eyes. Sometimes their brown, others green depending on what I’m wearing. I have a nice slim toned body from track and always loved being outdoors.
Yep, Halloween was right around the corner. Trying to come up with a good costume was always a tough thing to do. I needed help coming up with a good idea or two, asking my friends and family, easily discarding their ideas of zombies, bums or a football player… I asked a few teachers at school. My English teacher, Mrs. Roberts laughingly suggested I dress up as a cheerleader. It’d be different but I don’t see myself doing it for obvious reasons. But after telling my girlfriend, she was all over it and decided to make this her thing to do! I couldn’t argue with her as excited as she was so I went with it. We had plans to go to her older sister’s Halloween party at her Dorm upstate so no one would know me and it was all for fun anyway.
So the morning of the party came. Sherry, my girlfriend, brought the costume over along with hers. She told me last minute she was going as a Vampiress. I couldn’t wait to see her in her costume. We fooled around a little then about 2 we got down to business of getting dressed up. She had me shave my legs and the little bit of hair on my arms and face, armpits came next, which I argued about but eventually lost. Oh well, get into character right?
Once all that was done, it was time to get dressed. First, satin panties, then cheerleader knickers, short white and blue skirt. Bra and some silicone breast forms. Well, the forms kept moving around so Sherry decided to glue them in place. After that was done, the bra went back on, followed by the tightest sweater I ever wore. I have somewhat short hair, so she pinned a black wig on my head. She followed that up with some knee high socks that went above my knees and finally some uncomfortable high heel shoes. Thinking I was done, I went to look in the mirror, that’s when she tackled me… literally! “Not until I’m done!” she said. Sherry sat me down in front of her and went to work putting make up on me. After what seemed like forever, she said I was done. But I was not to look until she got dressed. It took her about an hour, where I had time to take a few shots and drank a beer. By this time, the satin panties and the weight of the breast forms were making me incredibly horny. Finally, she said lets look in the mirror. I gotta say… she looked hot, kinda like a blonde Elvira. Surprisingly, I looked passable… even cute. A little slutty but I was kinda buzzed so it was all good.
I took a few more shots and we were off. I brought a 12 pack along for the ride and only had a few more left when we got to the party. Once there, I was extremely nervous but thanks to the alcohol, got into character. Sherry was playing her part too and we were both having a good time. A few times I seen guys talking to her, doing jelly shots with her, even grabbing her ass. I was not happy about that but was having my own good time to do anything about it. About half-way thru the party I noticed I pretty much always had a small crowd around me and guys handing me drinks. A little later my crowd grew quite a bit. Sherry also noticed this and got extremely jealous and decided it was time to go before something happened.
Once we were in the car, she was yelling at me for being such a slut. “What?” I thought, no one grabbed my ass or tried anything. I mistakenly told her she was jealous because I looked so much better than her. After that I got the silent treatment. “Fine” I thought and finished the last few beers. We needed to stop for gas and she told me to do it. So I got out, went in to pay for the gas and realized I didn’t have any money. I went back out to the car, but she was gone! The bitch left me there! And I was dressed up as a slutty cheerleader!
I wanted to call someone but couldn’t. Wtf am I supposed to do… I went back inside, sat down and drunkenly tried to figure out my options, which weren’t many. I sat there for a few minutes, head down when this big truck driver said to me, “It looks like your friend left you, want a ride?”
“Are you kidding? Of course I do. Thank you so much!”
We walked over to his big rig, he opened the passenger door for me and helped me climb into the cab, squeezing my ass at the same time. Honestly, I kinda like it. Being treated like a woman by this huge man. He climbed in and we started rolling. He kept sweet talking me, telling me how beautiful I looked. How hot I was making him! I didn’t know what to say, I think all I did was blush.
We were about halfway to my house, a good 45 minute drive left to go, when Joe, the truck driver said he had to take care of some business and pulled over. I thought he was gonna get out and water the plants. You can imagine how surprised I was when he jumped back into the sleeper and yanked his pants down, pulled out an enormous cock and start stroking it. What the hell is happening? Even more shocking was the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it or the fact that I was pinching the nipples on the breast forms and rubbing my crotch like I had a clit!
So here’s this guy stroking his HUGE cock while I watched with all the interest in the world. After a few minutes he said his arm was sore and could I take over? I think I jumped in the sleeper and had his cock in my hand in less than a second. What the hell was I doing? This cock had to easily be 10 inches with the largest mushroom head and here I was stroking it, mesmerized by the size, the feel and the girth of it.
Without know what I was doing, the next thing I know, I’m tasting it and enjoying it. I slowly start taking more and more of his cock into my mouth and loving it. I’m drooling all over his knob and using that spit to lube the rest of his shaft. I was so into what was in my mouth, I didn’t notice he was playing with my asshole, squeezing my fake tits or even noticed I had a very erect cock of my own. He’s oohing and aahing, fingering my tight asshole, which was feeling amazing, no pain or uncomfortableness, it even seems like my asshole was drawing more of his fingers into me.
After a few minutes of this he stands up and flips me around on my knees and lines that monster of a cock up with my ass. I realized what he was doing and tried to get out of his grip but was unable to, he was just too strong. As he slowly sunk inch of incredibly hard inch into my backdoor the more I felt like this is where I was supposed to be. Sounds weird, I know. But this just felt so much better to me than putting my slim 5 incher into Sherry. Once I could feel Joe’s massive balls resting against my silk panties, I knew I was his bitch. He took his time and let me adjust to being stretched so thoroughly then began to pick up his pace. Next thing I hear is me moaning like a whore while bucking my hips back to meet his, trying to get every part of his cock inside me that I could. He loved this and turned onto his back, pulling me on top of him so I could ride his cock for all I was worth. I took him deep and shallow, slow and fast. Whatever felt good, I did. Joe told me he couldn’t take it anymore and pushed me off him, stood up and grabbed my face and blasted a huge load on my face, in my mouth, in my wig, the sweater. (which had so much cum on it, I had to was it 3 times to make sure it was all off.)
I laid in the sleeper for the rest of the way back, cum drying all over me, my ass felt like it was beyond empty. When the truck stopped again, I got up, Joe gave me his phone number and got out of the truck and Joe pulled off. Me still in a stupor, trying to figure out exactly what happened and why did I like it so much?
I had a moment of clarity and realized I never told Joe where to drop me off at. I looked around but couldn’t figure out where I was. I noticed a seedy looking motel across the freeway and an odd looking shack of a building directly in front of me. No sign or anything, just a nondescript white building with 4 or 5 cars parked in the area and a lamp post….
Hope you liked my story and want to read the rest. Leave comments, good or bad and if your interested I’ll post more!

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Fantasy

Shower Dominance

I was just about finished washing the grime of a hard day’s work out of my hair when you pulled open the shower curtain and squeezed yourself into the stall with me. I smiled at the sight of you. I can never get enough of the soft curves of your body, especially the curve of your lips as you give me a lascivious smile. Turning to close the curtain, you back your body against my chest. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close so we can share the warm water. The feel of you turns me on and I feel my cock rising. Taking you by the hips, I pull you closer so you can feel it pressing into the crack of your ass.
I reach a hand up to cup your breasts and lean my head down to kiss your neck. Your soft moan encourages me to continue while you pour the shampoo into your hands. Setting the bottle down, you stretch your arms up and behind you and run your fingers through my hair, lathering me up. You carry on long enough to make the soap start running down my neck and shoulders. I back up a step to rinse it off but I keep my hands on your hips, holding you in place until the shampoo is all running down the drain.
Once clean, I pull you back into the water with me sliding my rigid cock between your legs. I can feel the heat and moisture coming from you and it turns me on even more. I kiss your neck more and reach for the shampoo myself. I want to return the favor and I love running my fingers through your hair. Within moments, I’m gathering your locks up into my hands, caressing and squeezing them, and soon I slip my body around yours so that the water rushes down onto you directly. Gently I take your chin in my fingertips and lift your head back, smoothing your hair back with my other hand to keep the soap out of your eyes.
That done, I move to one side, turning you to face me as I do. I grab both of your wrists and raise them above your head and against the wall. This is my favorite part. I think it may be yours as well. I love to have control of you, move you according to my will and desire. I love to push you against the shower wall, lean down and press my face into your breasts. I kiss my way down your neck and chest, making a spiral with my tongue around your nipples before pulling one into my lips. I pull it into my mouth far enough to lash it with my tongue while sucking it and your moans of pleasure gratify me beyond words. A few moments more and I repeat the process on your other side.
I’m overcome with lust for you and I step closer, pressing your body against the wall where you can’t escape me. Growling my desire, I use my legs to push yours apart and thrust into you, one long and firm stroke. I bury myself to the hilt in you, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure. It’s been too long since I was intimate with you and after only a few strokes I come, streaming ropes deep into your pussy.
You seem disappointed at first, until I take a cloth and pour soap onto it and begin softly cleaning your body starting at your neck and working down your body. The scent of jasmine fills the shower as I spread the washcloth across your skin. Once finished, I turn you to face the wall and lather the soap across the slight curves of your back. I follow the gentle lines of your spine down to your ass, and gently parting your legs again, I reach through and clean your pussy and thighs where my seed is flowing down.
By the time I’ve finished covering your body in soap and pulled you into the water to rinse, I’ve recovered myself. I feel the stirring of my cock rising to join with you again. I hold you close to my body, still with your back to me, and caress your throat with one hand. I slide my other hand across your breasts and down soft curves that highlight your abdomen and hips. My questing fingers finally slip toward your pussy, and I’m determined to bring you the pleasure you just gave to me. Even under the water I can tell you are wet with anticipation, and I do my best to not disappoint. My middle fingers find your slit and press into it, where I find your clit.
A little gasp escapes your soft pink lips. I take my time with this, despite my urge to gratify myself again. I caress your clit and slide my fingers in and out of your pussy, taking long strokes with my fingers. I know just how you like me to do this for you and I’m putting my full effort into pleasing you. Obviously, it’s been a long time for you as well, so it doesn’t take long until your little gasps of pleasure become ragged panting for breath and your soft moans become muffled cries. I feel the pulse of your orgasm and the flood of your juices cascading down my fingers. You shudder and arch your back and at last break through my self-control.
As your back arches and your ass sways back toward me, I slip my rock hard cock between your legs, using my own hand as a guide. Overcome again with my desire for you, I press hard into you, driving my cock as far forward as I can. I quickly grab your hips and pull them back even more. You lose your balance slightly and brace your arms against the wall.
Driven mad with my lust, I take advantage of your hands bracing you and take a step back, dragging your hips with me until my shoulders rest against the opposite wall. Using that leverage, I thrust in and out of your pussy as hard and as fast as I can. I’m able to last much longer this time, thanks to your slippery pussy and my earlier orgasm.
I plow into you like a man possessed, taking perverse delight in watching you try to brace yourself on the opposite wall, watching your face and tits press into the tile. The water turns cool as I continue on. I snarl and slap the handle on the faucet, ceasing the flow of water over our bodies. Our humping rattles the basket hanging from the shower head and a bar of soap falls onto the floor of the shower.
I grasp your hips tightly to me and take another step back. “Pick it up,” I command you. Confused, you try to look back at me, but I simply press a hand against your back, bending you over at the waist. Still pumping, I hold you like this, bent over, presenting that sweet ass to me until you realize that this position is turning me on so much. Forgetting the soap, you simply grab your ankles and start talking dirty. “Is this the way you want to take me, baby? That’s right, you can take me any way you want. Fuck your little bitch, baby, slam that cock into my pussy.”
That’s all it takes to finally push me over the edge. Growling, I make one or two final pushes into your slick, hot pussy; then pulling your hips against mine as hard as I can, I make a last press and blow my load deep into your cunt.
The sheer relief I get is nearly overwhelming. I feel your knees start to buckle and guide you down slowly, until you are bent over the edge of the tub and I’m kneeling behind you, my cock still buried. There is a sheen of sweat on our bodies from the exertion we’ve just made.
I rub my hands across your back, enjoying the view afforded me with your sexy ass high in the air. Almost immediately, I can feel my prick stiffening, and with an almost apologetic, “Sorry baby, I can’t help myself,” I start thrusting in and out again. Your body twitches spasmodically; still too sensitive after the railing I just delivered. I don’t care. I want to come in you again and in your current position, I have all the leverage I need to make sure that happens.
Fortunately for you, it only lasts for a few minutes. It is hard to hold you still enough for me to ensure that my dick is pressed against your clit for each full stroke, but I want to try to give you another orgasm, if I can. You begin bucking, too sensitive to keep this up. Easily enough, I grab your hair like a horse’s bridle and slap your ass every time you twitch. I rise to my feet, squatting to give myself more leverage. Your moans and screams turn me on beyond belief. It is so much the better that I got you to finish again, because that final orgasm is what brings about my own.
I stand up, sliding out of you as gently as I can, and step out of the tub. I reach for the softest towel on the rack, wrapping it around you as I help you to rise. I expected you to be angry after the last rutting, but when you raised your head, the smile you gave me was wicked.
I wonder how much rest I’ll get before you decide to get even…

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My Last Season

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Enjoy.

Fantasy

Hot neighbor affair 5

In the morning, when I woke up, I felt a sudden urge to pee. I got out of my bed and head out of my bedroom to my bathroom. As soon as I came to the toilet seat I found out my cock still had Monica’s lipstick all over it. My balls were too smeared with a couple of lines of that luscious red lipstick. I did what I came for, washed my face with a few hands of cold water and I tried to take a deep breath to replay what really happened last night. I was really happy because I did a thing that every teenage boy these days wants to do. I fucked a milf. Well, not really fucked in a physical term, it was more of an in-the-mind fuck. I knew I have to go shower myself, but then I felt really hungry so I decided I’m going to make myself a sandwich and some coffee first. That was the plan for a start of a brand new day.
As soon as I came to my kitchen, there was a note on my kitchen table. It wasn’t the note that really took my first sight I made when I entered the kitchen. It was the thing holding them. The note was in a bright orange stiletto. Right there on my table. I was very intrigued with this kind of an announcement. First thing I did I took a glance at my clock on the wall and it was already half past ten. I really slept like a baby. Then I heard a little music coming from outside. As I rushed to my window to see what is happening I stopped at my table just to take my message holder. As soon as I leaned over the window I realized my neighbor was already awake. She even took one speaker from her stereo and mounted it on her window. She was even playing some funky house and I was very pleased how my day started. I took the note from her shoe and there it wrote: “Hi! Thank you for last night… I would really like to make tonight’s show even better. If you agree, please come and lie on your chair like you did yesterday. And yeah, please take my heel with you…” Then she made a kiss on the bottom. A kiss full of sparkly gloss.
As I read the whole note again and again as if I have to learn it for my school recital, I came to my living room and the first thing I did I sat on my couch. Then I realized she left her tights on my couch. As I touched them my first thought was “Wouldn’t it be fine to try them on..? ”. I really had a big urge to do that. I’m no cross dresser but this is what I felt. I got up from my couch and started fondling with those tights. I pulled them right over my legs and as I pulled the upper part over my ass my dick started pumping.
– “Your ass looks much better in them than mine! ” She said from my window.
She scared the hell out of me so I really didn’t feel ashamed of my outfit. I didn’t know what to do, it was already too late to run.
– “I might do, but your legs really look much better wearing them don’t they..? ”
– “Well, if we gave you some heels…”
– “No, no, I don’t do that! ” I started defending. “This was just out of curiosity…”
– “I don’t mind baby, I don’t mind at all! Are you coming out..?”
– “Yeah! I have to take a shower first, I feel really dirty…”
– “Ok, but don’t come out to get a tan in those tights, wear something tight… or nothing…” she said as she turned around and went away. I went to have my so much waited shower and as I came to my bathroom I was still wearing her tights. They felt really good, as almost I’m wearing her on me. I turned around to see my ass in the mirror and she was right. My ass did look good in them. I laughed to my reflection in the mirror and took them off.
My shower felt so good. I could be under that stream of water for ever but I had something much better in my sight. As I got out of my shower I looked myself again in the mirror and I saw I don’t have to shave yet. I quickly went to my room to find something tight, the second option; not wearing anything was off course out of the question. As I went through my drawer I found a pair of black tight boxers. I haven’t wore them for a while because they were really too small. I decided to wear them. As I pulled them on with some more power than usual, I found out they were so tight that they stretched so much they became almost completely see-through.
– “Let’s see what does my slutty neighbor think about this?” I said as I went to my backyard.
There was already a glass of juice beside my chair. And I realized she pulled it a little closer to her part of the backyard. Probably to have even better view of the show that’s about to happen. I lied down and started putting my lotion on me. As soon as I was finished with rubbing the lotion, I lowered my sunglasses and started checking my sexy neighbor’s backyard.
I was out for some time and I started to question myself did I come too early or something. She wasn’t coming out so I tried to remember what she wrote on the note but as always I forgot about everything that was written. I turned my head to my side and I tried to get some rest than. After around fifteen minutes, I heard the music stopped. There was a moment of silence then I heard something that really lightened me. It was “Deja-vu” from Beyoncé and Jay-Z. I was always for a little bit of Deja-vu. She didn’t want all of our neighbors come to see the show so she turned the volume down but we could still hear it pretty clear. I was obviously some r’n’b – soul – hip-hop compilation of hers. Because she came out pretty soon waving her hips as she really enjoyed it. This time her basket was full. She wore some tight, low waist hot pants made out of a pair of jeans. They were cut under her ass so much you could see almost half of her ass. They looked more like some type of Brazilian bikini. I knew they were home made because she removed the whole waistline too. At front you could see the edge of her bush coming through her opened zipper and at her back her black thong fell out as she knelt to the floor. She was wearing a pair of black open toe heels that had some rivets mounted at her 5 inch + heel. She tied her tight T shirt right under her tits, and she was wearing no bra. You could see her nipples poking, trying to get out. She started pulling out all kinds of sexy lingerie in all colors of the spectrum. After she pulled out more than a dozen pairs of thongs and laced panties, she pulled as much bra’s. Then she hanged a lot of stockings with all kinds of patterns. This was a real show, and It was made all for me. Then she pulled out a black fishnet body suit. As she hanged it she went to see me.
– “Is everything ok baby..? Do you like what you see..? ”
– “I very much do, madam, please continue… ”
She blossomed as she heard my words. She turned around and made a step to the side with her left leg, so she was standing pretty wide. She than leaned all the way to her front her boobs touched her knees. The part of her pants that should cover the part through her ass to her pussy was nothing but a tiny strap of jeans barely keeping the front and the back end together. She same happened with her thong strap, she moved them aside with one hand and then pressed the other on her pussy. She didn’t even remove her hand but with a slight twist of her middle finger she slid it right in. She pulled it out and in again for a few times and I could really see how wet she was. Her long middle finger was soaking wet as she pulled it out. She turned around and went straight to the side of my chair, knelt down and asked me.
– “Do you want to taste my pussy honey..?”
– “I sure do madam!”
She than once again stuffed her middle finger to her pussy all the way till her palm was pressed on her outer lips. She then pulled it out and took it straight to my mouth. I sucked on the whole finger and the taste was delicious.
– “You look so hot in those pants boy!” she said as she looked at my bulge. “I’d fuck you so hard right now… but… there’s more I want to show you and try with you before that”
– “I agree madam…”
She went back to her basket and pulled out a pair of red, cut-out tights, than a pair of white ones and a pair of tiny fishnet leggings. The sun was almost at her part of the backyard so she just turned the drier a little more for me to see it better. She hanged all of her clothes in an order so I can see every little thing. Then she turned around and said: “Enjoy baby… until later… ”. I was very pleased with what was on my sight and I didn’t want to leave but the sun started to burn my skin and I had no sun lotion on me so I went in and took a shower again to cool down my skin. And my thoughts. As I was doing this, I left all of my doors opened… not much has passed and she was at my door, looking at me and licking her lips. I turned down the water and turned to face her. She was now in my bathroom, her back against the wall and legs spread wide. She had her right hand on her pussy and her left was coming all over her tits. I put some shower gel on my hand and started rubbing all over my chest and my stomach. As soon as my hand reached my dick she lowered her ass to the floor and started fondling her pussy harder. I stroked my cock slow so my kinky neighbor could enjoy every move I make. My dick was all foamy so my hand really felt like some girl’s soaking pussy. As I was doing it I was watching Monica and I noticed she started fucking her swollen pussy with her finger. She then lowered her other hand to her clit and she instantly rolled her eyes and then closed them. She opened her mouth wide and stood like that for a second, her hands still working hard around the epicenter of my lust. She than looked at me for the last time and started shaking. A hard orgasm went through her body as she mounted her second finger to her pussy. She didn’t move for some time than looked at me lustfully.
– “You make my pussy so horny boy… you’re making me crazy!” she said and turned around. She was out of my house as a lightning. I was still stroking my dick but had no show in front of me so it really wasn’t such a joy as if she was still right there. I turned around and finished my shower. I came to my room and there was a note on my bed. She must’ve did this before she came to my bathroom. She wrote: “Tonight, at 10 o’clock, come to my room, I’ll leave all of my doors and windows open… just for you… ”. “Ok, we’re moving the show to her apartment than…” I said to myself. I wasn’t liking the change of our position because I felt pretty confident at my apartment. I didn’t know how would I feel under her roof, on her territory, under her rules… but, I wasn’t missing this there was no chance!
It was around 3 pm and I just washed my dishes and the glasses from last night. We drank almost the whole bottle while performing our little shows for each other. I didn’t even notice our glasses being filled. So I took the other bottle she brought and I left it in my fridge so I don’t come empty handed tonight. I was just about to go and get ready and go out to buy her something when I heard a commotion in the next door apartment. I rushed to my window to hear better but all I could hear was a man and a woman fighting, I couldn’t find out whose voice it was. It kept going on and on so I finally gave up and I hoped it was not my sexy neighbor. But I was wrong. As soon as I had put on my t-shirt and my pants I heard a knock on my window.
– “I’m sorry baby, but we have a problem…” she whispered.

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A Surprise From My Wife

A Suprise From My Wife
Part 1
Fem Dom, LIght Bondage, Ass Play, Strapon, Bi, MFMF, Wife
It was my 27th birthday, and at the time I didn’t realize that it
was going to be the best birthday I have had yet. I had a great
morning of relaxing and being pampered, and sometime in the
afternoon my mother-in-law came by to take the kids for the rest
of the day.
Once we had the house to ourselves things really started to get
interesting. She sat down on the couch with me and wrapped her
arms around me. Before long we were kissing deeply, our lips
parting so out tongues could meet. She was rubbing the bulge that
was already growing in my pants when she whispered that she wanted
me to go to the bedroom.
I was all excited, wondering what was going to be part of my
birthday treat this year, so I wasted no time going to the bedroom.
She followed me in and told me to strip down so that she could
give me my surprise.
Before I knew it she was on top of me, still fully dressed, kissing
me deeply as I lay underneath her naked. It was surprising how
aggresive she was being today, which was quite out of the norm for
her. While distracting me with those luscious lips, she pulled out
the restraints that were already tied to the bed. After she had my
first writst tied to the bed, I knew what she was doing but was not
about to object.
My cock was rock hard, laying there on the bed, watching her as she
finished tying up my other hand. She stood up next to me, and
without saying a word, started to slowly undress, taking off her
dress ever so slowly.
Her milky white breasts looked so enticing as she let her dress fall
to the floor. My wife is a beautiful woman, by no means a model, but
still an incredible looking woman. Fair skinned, with long brown
hair, she was not the type that one would think had such kinky
mannerisms in the bedroom. Her 38 D breasts weren’t as perky as
when we first got married, but her nipples still looked so tasty,
already sticking out a bit, getting harder by the minute. Her tummy
was still flat, and the only thing she had on underneath that dress
was a pair of black lacey ‘boyshort’ type panties.
She was soon back on top of me, rubbing those breasts over my body,
letting me taste each nipple. When she worked her way down to my
cock, she started rubbing her breasts around it. Working up slowly
to a faster pace, soon I was titty fucking her soft breasts. She
smiled up at me with those beautiful lips.
“Are you enjoying your birthday present so far?” She asked me,
licking her lips.
I smiled, “Of Course” was all I manged to say, my cock still
throbbing between her breasts.
“This is only just the beginning” She smiled again, and then moved
lower and engulfed my cock into her mouth. It was heavenly, she
is soo good as sucking cock. Her lips wrapped around my shaft, she
started slowly bobbing up and down on my cock. Her tongue felt so
good sliding around the tip of my cock, and soon she would be back
down, taking my 7 1/2 inches all the way into her mouth.
While she was doing that expert job on my cock, she reached down
and grabbed the lube she had already placed at the foot of the bed.
Lubing up her finger, never stopping sucking my cock, I suddely felt
it slip between my ass cheeks. Knowing what was coming next I tried
my best to relax. She rubbed her finger on my asshole but never
slid it in.
Without missing a beat, never stopping that wonderful blowjob she
was giving me, she had reached back down and grabbed a little silver
bullet vibe. She stopped sucking, and looking up into my eyes, she
started to slowly press the bullet against my asshole. It slipped
right in and it seemed that almost if on cue, the doorbell rang.
I opened my eyes again, wondering who could be at the door now, but
more just hoping they would go away. The bullet slowly slid farther
inside me on its own as she stood back up. She tucked the rest of
the cord and the controller under me, and walked out the bedroom
door, grabbing a robe as she went.
I lay there with my cock throbbing, it was still glistening with her
saliva. And at the same time I could feel that silver bullet inside
me, I realized that it was turned onto the low vibe setting, and it
was humming inside my ass. The slow vibrations pulsed through me
as I lay there still tied to the bed.
My wife walked back in the room, “It was just Chris and Charlene”
she said.
“Oh, and you didn’t invite them in to play?” I asked with a laugh.
We have never played with another couple but it had been a nice
pillow talk fantasy for us.
“Who said I didnt?” she replied. And as I looked up, Chris and
Charlene walked through the door, a large grin on both their faces.
“Well you sure look surprised,” Charlene said, “you didn’t know that
she asked us to come help with your birthday preset?”
All I could do was stare, still aware of the bullet vibrating in my
ass, and my cock pulsing there for everyone to see. Chris sat down
in the chair in the corner, while Charlene took a step closer to my
wife, and slid her robe off her.
They kissed standing there at the edge of the bed, my wife in only
her panties. Charlene layed her down onto the bed next to me and
helped her slide the panties off. As my wife lay there naked, she
started to rub her hands up and down her own body. Her friend now
moving to the foot of the bed and slowly taking her clothes off as
well.
I had always thought Charlene had a sexy body, but as she slowly
stripped I started to realize how much of a knockout she really was.
Her skin was tan and firm, and her breasts were small but perky. As
she took of her bra I saw that she had no tanlines, and beautiful
dark nipples. She slid her panties off too, revlealing a nicely
trimmed pussy. Just a small strip of hair was all she had, and
once again, no tan lines.
She didn’t waste any time kissing up my wife’s legs, slowly moving
farther up until her head was between her knees. Charlene was up on
the bed with us now, and her tongue slid all the way up to my wife’s
pussy. She was very skilled, and as she licked and sucked and did
her magic, my wife moaned louder and louder. She came incredibly
hard, moaning, almsot screaming, out loud. As she came down from
the high of her orgasm, she looked over at me and smiled. We strared
into eachothers eyes, seeing only eachother for those brief moments.
As we broke eye contact, we both looked down and Charlene was
strapping on a dildo. Chris helped her with the straps and she
turned back to us, “are you ready for this?”
I grinned, it had always been a fantasy to see my wife get fucked
with a strapon, and this one looked great. It wasn’t huge, but
still a good size, probably 6 or so inches, and it looked so sexy
hanging there off such a tanned body.
Charlene smiled and stepped to the end of the bed. She reached
down, and grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed.
The wrist straps tightening around me, my arms forced up above my
head. And it took a second, but I realized that the strapon wasnt
for her, it was for me. She never paused, and she grabbed my legs
and put them up to her shoulders.
“Ohhh Mike” she smiled as she noticed the cord hanging out my ass,
“have you been getting ready for me?” She pulled the cord slowly
and I could feel the vibrating bullet slowly slide back down my
ass until it slowly slipped outside. In a heartbeat is seemed, I
immediately felt the tip of that strapon pressing against my asshole.
My wife was whispering in my ear, telling me to take it like a good
boy…

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Happy and gay! – Part 1

This is a story about my one and only gay lover. I was never gay and I still am not. I haven’t ever been with any other man other than my lover. Though girlfriends I had a plenty. I still love women, but this guy turned me bi curious.

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My Loving Step-Sisters (Revisited) [Part One]

Hello, all! I began writing this story back in 2016, but life ended up getting in the way of finishing it. Recently, I remembered this account, and returned to see just how big my original series had become. I have decided to rewrite the few chapters I had already posted, and finally finish the series that many had been waiting to see an end to. I don’t imagine that any of you have actually seen the original, but that doesn’t matter. I hope you enjoy!

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Losing virginity to my best friends hot mother

Hey, my name is Steven, I’m 19 years old, a tall blonde haired guy with blue eyes and extremely white teeth. I happened to be very skinny which is in most cases is not funny as a guy, you want to be strong and athletic especially as you grow older. My best friend was a girl who looked more like her father then her mum, ‘cause her mum was extremely beautiful and she was, in all honesty, kind of ugly. I feel really sorry for her, but since we’re friends it doesn’t matter all that much. However, I always had this crush for her mum… she had tall black hair, blue eyes, average sized boobs a nice well rounded ass and beautiful feet. Oh yes, I forgot to mention I have somewhat of a foot fetish… not the creepy kind though I did like to watch at feet once in a while. I’ll be telling you how I lost my virginity to this beautiful mother on a nice hot summer day.
It was the last the day of school, Carla, my best friend, told me we should celebrate this by watching a movie at her place around 6 pm. I agreed we should but told her it would be a little bit hard to get home after a certain hour since the bus wouldn’t come after 10pm. She told me it was no problem and that I could spend the night at hers, her mother is okay with me sleeping over, she knew we wouldn’t be having sex since we were really good friends. But the man that I am I did think about it once in a while… I just never had the courage to make a move. I finished up class earlier then Carla did since we both had different subjects we studied but I was welcome to come over earlier is what her mother said, so I would be going to hers at around 2pm and just wait for her to come home.
I was sitting in the bus waiting to get out at her place, when I arrived I quickly took my back and walked to her house and knocked on the door. Her mum opened the door and smiled; “well hello Steven, aren’t you early.” I smiled back, walked in and started undoing my shoes. “so how are you Steven, had a great last day at school?” said Carla’s mum. “yeah” I answered while struggling to undo my left shoe. I got up and asked “And how are you, miss Kennedy?”
She sighed; “oh Steven all this formality, you should know I am named Jane by now.” I laughed and said: “oh well, I am sorry miss Jane” and I started walking to the living room. “But to answer your question” she said while smiling “I am great.” I knew she was lying, her husband had left her 3 years ago and she was desperately searching for another man, or at least that’s what Carla told me. I sat down on the couch and Jane sat down next to me too. She took of her socks and lay down her feet, she caught me looking at them and said: “do you like my new nail polish?” Her feet were really beautiful, her toe next to her big toe being slightly taller and her nails were covered in black nail polish: “yes, I love black nail polish on woman” I said smiling. She was used to me talking this way and giggled: “you’re the sweetest boy, Steven.” I blushed, and tried watching the TV, but it was off. I smell of her sweaty feet were filling my nose and my dick became a little hard, not the kind someone would notice, luckily. Jane looked at me and said: “so, Carla won’t be coming home until 6pm, what would you like to do?” A quick thought went through my head, oh if only I could have sex with her my dream would come true. Obviously you don’t say such a thing to your best friends mother so I quickly answered: “ well, I don’t know.” She laid down one of her feet on my legs the smell filling my nose even more. “I heard you can do some great massages from Carla, now I would like to experience that.” This came as a total surprise to me, I mean I did gave Carla a massage once but only because her feet were sore, and I disliked hers. However, I wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by so I grabbed her feet and start rubbing it. “yes, I’m quite good at it here let me show you.” I started to rub her feet slowly, and softly going from her heels to her nice looking toes.” She moaned a bit, hmm this is really, really good steven. Meanwhile my dick became rock hard and I tried to hide it. “She looked me in the eyes with a seductive expression. Was she enjoying the massage this much, I wondered? I still had issues hiding my boner so I moved one leg up the couch making it nearly invisible or at least that’s what I thought. She quickly looked at my dick, and said with a low seductive voice: “Steven, I’ve seen you look at me.” I was shocked to hear this and replied with a surprise and somewhat of an admitting tone in my voice: “w-what do you mean?” Jane moved a bit and surprisingly started rubbing my dick with her other foot while whispering “ I know you’ve got a crush on me, we’ve got around 3 hours left steven, what do you want to do?” I was stunned, was this actually happening? Her feet started rubbing my dick a bit harder and I became hard as a rock … it felt great. I definitely knew what was going on at this point, so I grabbed the foot I was rubbing earlier and started sucking her toes: “I want to have sex with you” I replied. She smiled and started to undress while she was still rubbing my dick with her right foot. Her left foot tasted amazing, a sweaty and delicious sweet taste filled my mouth and I could see her bra by now. She got on her knees and took off my shirt and looked at my nipples… she started sucking and licking them. It felt surprisingly good, I didn’t expect it to feel this great to be honest but I softly moaned while she kept doing it. Meanwhile she kept rubbing my dick with her hand, and I tried to undo her bra. She kept licking my right nipple and she drooled while doing it, my belly was filled up with her drool but I didn’t mind. Once the bra was removed she got up and sat down on my lap with her pants still on. She was dry humping me and placed her left boob in my mouth. I began sucking it, my heart was beating really fast at this point. She moaned and I could feel her being wet through her pants. She sucked my earlobe and whispered with a horny voice, “I want you to rim me, I’ve got my asshole cleaned earlier this day.” She softly bit my earlobe and got up to place her boob in my mouth again and kept dry humping me. I sucked her nipple and started spinning my tongue around it, meanwhile she stopped dry humping me and tried undoing her pants. She took my hand and placed under her pussy, it was all wet and warm. By now my dick was so hard I never even knew it was possible. “don’t stick any fingers in there yet” she told me softly and she got up pulled me down so I was laying down. She undid my pants but kept my underwear on, she moved her ass towards my mouth and I knew what I needed to do. I started licking her asshole, and it indeed was clean so I slowly moved my tongue up there and started “eating” it. She moaned and gave me a horny look and undid my underwear. She was breathing on my rock hard dick and carefully placed her lips on my dick while spinning her tongue around my glans, it felt great. I was kind of nervous, but I didn’t came right away. She noticed so she did something I didn’t expect at all, Jane stuck one of her fingers slowly up my asshole and started rubbing my prostate. I wanted to stop her from doing it but it felt amazing, she stuck my penis up her throat entirely. I couldn’t hold it any longer, I moaned really hard and came in her mouth. I heard her swallowing my sperm, she got up once again and smiled: “this is your first time, isn’t it steven?” I blushed and told her: “yes, it is indeed my first time but with your guidance-“ “oh you talk to much Steven, let me shut you up.” She started sitting on my face with her pussy on my mouth. It smelled great, and I immediately started licking her clitoris, however my curiosity was really big so I decided to stick my tongue in her pussy. This taste and feeling was amazing, it was a little bit slimy but warm. She moaned really hard: “oh my god, yes you’re a good boy, lick my clitoris again.” I decided to stay in there with my tongue a little longer and then move forward to her clitoris. She was okay with it and kept moaning, I felt a little bit of cum coming out of her, but I knew there was more to come out. So I started licking her really fast, she started moving her hips and was breathing and moaning really fast now. She became real wet at this point and the next thing I know she started squirting in my mouth. It tasted really, really good, sweet. It just kept coming and coming and I drank it like I was drinking a glass of water. She kept moaning really hard and for a moment I thought, but what if the neighbours hear this? She noticed a worry face and seemed to understand me, don’t worry Steven, no one can hear us. She moved her pussy down to my dick which became rock hard in an instant again, meanwhile kissing me passionately. She was rubbing her wet vagina over my dick and stuck her tongue in my mouth, luckily I didn’t taste anything of my own sperm and I kissed her back. While rubbing her wet pussy over my dick she took it with her hands and stick it into her pussy. It felt warm and wet, we had no condom but I didn’t care at this point. She started moving and I felt the glans of penis rubbing against her wet inner pussy. She looked seductively at me and said: “ since this is your first time, I will do all the work.” I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, there was no better feeling in the entire world. She kept moving and moving real fast now, meanwhile she was moaning and breathing heavily. I felt sperm moving it’s way up, when I was giving myself a handjob I would stop it so I could cum quietly but she didn’t stop and no one would hear us. My belly was all wet of her pussy and we were sweating really bad but I didn’t care, Jane moved her head towards my head while quickly moving her hips. Even though she would be doing all the work I would go up and own with my hips aswel. She softly moaned in my right ear, and said: “we’re going to come together.” She started moaning really hard right now and I felt cum coming out over pussy, I was so horny I came again at that same moment and we both moaned really hard. She kept laying on top of me and I was really soothed at this point. She looked seductively at me once again moving one eyebrow up saying: “we’ve got 2 more hours left, let’s go upstairs.”
Ladies and gentleman, this was the first part for now… my English isn’t all this great but I wanted to try writing this anyway, I really hoped you enjoyed it and let me know if you want to have the next part!

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Caught with Porn Pictures by a Female Teacher

Caught with Porn Pictures by a Female Teacher
__I’m Ms. (Tami) Clark. I’m a new female high school graphic arts teacher. I had attended this very high school just 3 years earlier. We had computer art and non-computer art. I had one male student that was very handsome and really good at any kind of art. I found myself taking a personal interest in him. I took him to paint scenes for the drama department. We were doing some set design one day alone on the stage.
He had his notes and drawings for his suggestions. Without thinking I put my hand on his back and said: “Oh Mich, these are so good.” It startled him and he dropped his note book. Out fell other drawings of his. I squatted down to help him pick them up. His eyes zoomed in, right up my dress. He was one student I didn’t mind taking a look up my dress. We both smiled and pick up all his stuff. I spotted some of his other drawings. He quick tried to grab them.
They were drawings of a guys hands groping girls tits and pussy‘s. I said: “Mich, I’m a grown woman, let me see them please.” He was embarrassed but handed them over to me. The art work was outstanding. The detail, the colors all were professional looking. I whispered: (“Mich, these are beautiful, did you do them from your imagination or did you look at a picture?”) He smiled a little and whispered nervously:
(“Ms. Clark…the girl …..well..a….she is you, and…a… the hands are mine. I kinda used you as a model and my own hands as a model. I‘m sorry if I did anything wrong.”)
I took the pictures and put them in my note book. “I want to study these, do you mind?” I said. He said: “I don’t want to get in trouble…but, go ahead. Am I already in trouble?” I said no, not at all, but lets just keep these between you and I, ok? I realized my hand was on his back again. He took my other hand and studied it carefully. He said: “You have beautiful hands Ms. Clark. I look at them a lot, but never this close. He held my hand like it was gold or something, very delicately and now my hand began a slight tremble.
He now held my hand with both his hands. His hands were warm and I was losing it going in a little trance. I tried real hard to withdraw my hand but it was just to beautiful the way he felt it.
“Could I use them as a model for some future drawings?”
How could I say no to that. I had to whisper: (“…yes Mich, but we’ll have to be very private and discreet about it. Ok?”) He looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes. He looked around. We were alone on the stage. He quick kissed my hand and took off running.
My mind was breaking all the school rules. Touching a student. Letting him touch you and on and on. He had simply been the first student to ever make me aroused. I stood there and felt the wet in my panties as I could still feel his warm hand on mine. I couldn‘t help it, I felt very sexually attracted to him. I tried not to, but instead of enforcing the school rules in my mind, I was thinking of ways to get around them.
He stayed on my mind a lot now. I had to find a secret place to model my hands for him. At school was out, way to risky. My house was the only place and at night, so prying eyes would not see him coming and going.
That night I sat on my couch. I took out the pictures he had drawn to study them. My god he was good. I looked carefully. The girls clothes were mine ok. Those were his and my hands also. I looked at one and where he had his hand on mine as it was over my pussy. His other hand was up my skirt squeezing my leg. No faces were in the pictures, so no one could tell it was us. No rings or jewelry Nothing to I.D. us.
I began to stare and fantasize…..feeling his hand over mine on my pussy was so hot looking. My leg began to tingle looking at the picture of him squeezing it. I wondered what it really felt like to be groped by him. I was getting aroused by his picture.
The next picture was his hand inside my unbuttoned blouse. He was behind me. His one hand was inside my bra with my nipple showing. I had my hand on his arm, just resting on it, not struggling to remove his hand. I must have looked at the picture for 10 minutes with another fantasy coming up in my head.
I stopped. I went and put my robe on. I took a big breath and went back to my couch to look at the next one. I opened the folder. I looked at the next picture…
I gasp and closed the folder.
My heart started pounding at what I saw.
It was my waist and upper legs, with a dress I owned pulled up to my waist. My panties were pulled part way down and His fingers were in my pubic hair. My fingers were on my clit. In the picture I was touching my clit as it showed he had a finger in my pussy.
He some how made our fingers look wet. My other hand was guiding his fingers in my pussy. His other hand was feeling my bare tit. How he got it so vivid, I just don’t know. How he was able to capture it with out me actually modeling it?
The picture was so sexy I was instantly wet knowing it was me in the picture. I have a full bush of pubic hair and he drew that too. How could he have known that?
I stopped right there. It was my bed time and I needed to lay down after seeing that picture. I tried to go to sleep. I kept seeing my and his hands on me. It was better than a photograph. He placed us so every thing was in the picture just perfect. Shadows gone and almost each pubic hair was showing, and some he drew…. looked wet. I thought how I sure didn’t need to get all horny over a student, but he was different. I had to deal with it, I was falling for him.
I hadn’t masturbated in a long time. I gave ’myself’ permission to do it this time, so I could get to sleep. I put my hand down in my panties and started in. I was already wet and it felt slick and warm. I used two fingers to work in my pussy and massage my G spot. I was never this aroused before when I masturbated for relief. I imagined him on top of me with his erection in me this time.
I wrestled with my thoughts telling myself ’you shouldn’t be doing this…..if you get caught touching him, major trouble and even the police.’ My fingers and pussy just kept right on pleasuring me.
I finally had to give in and started finger fucking myself fast and deep. I squirmed and moaned until I felt that orgasm come and take my body and twitch it and leave me panting.
I fell asleep feeling his erection in me and his warm hands feeling my tits…
Mitch……
Mom had gone to bed and I got out my hidden drawings. Ms. Clark would really faint if she saw these. I had her and I naked and fucking in one, her giving a faceless guy (me) a hot blow job. Her face was splattered with my cum with her mouth open. It only showed her beautiful mouth. I had lots of them but I loved to draw me groping her best.
Now getting a close look at her hands and feeling them I was really inspired to draw a super hot one of us. She was so beautiful, sexy and those soft sweet looking hands. I pictured them wrapped around my cock, jacking me off with her lips wide open to catch my cum in her oh so sexy mouth.
I was drawing the picture in my head and arranged it just right. When I had it just right…there was a problem. Her beautiful face was in the picture. I realized… I wanted her face in the picture. Where can I get a picture of her face to get all the final details I wanted.
I had to sneak one with my phone camera.
Tami……
I had to secretly set up a time to get him over to my house at night. I kept him after class. I locked the door and talked to him quietly. He was so hot looking it was hard to be around him and not, get wet. Those hot pictures of me and his hands kept looming up in my mind.
I thought back how my uncle use to tickle me and feel so close to my tits. It excited me as I giggled I let him feel more, but pretended to be pushing his hand away. He once took his finger and put it inside my panties and rubbed my clit.
I never forgot that feeling of excitement I felt that time his warm hands held me. I remember watching his hands inside my panties fingering me, just like one of Mich’s pictures looked like.
No one knows, or will ever know what all my uncle and I did in the closet. I got aggressive with him wanted him to let me feel him too. His warnings about getting caught didn’t stand in the way of me wanting to do more sex feeling stuff. I was a determined girl, and spoiled at that.
I got my way with him.
Now it was happening again, only way hotter now with Mich. No one ever knew it, but my uncle licked my pussy in that closet. He was the sexiest man ever in my mind then. Now I wanted Mich’s tongue to do the same, without getting us caught. I had no willpower to stop what was about to happen.
—-
I told Mich to ask his moms permission to ‘sleepover’ at his new friends house, ‘Bobby Clark‘. A non-existent kid. If she called here I would answer as ‘Bobby Clark’s mom, and she could talk to you to verify you were here. Mitch was stunned at the idea of spending all night at my house. “Ms. Clark, your so clever I….”
The look in his eyes was priceless. I could see his admiration for me making him so excited. I knew he was thinking about where our hands would be, posing me for his picture. Our smiling at each other for those long moments was a classic time for our memories, and we both knew it. I watched his erection grow in his pants.
I squeezed his arm and sent him on his way. I watched him holding his notebook over his erection. That gave me a smile and a twinge in my pussy, knowing I had caused him to get that sexually excited over me. My pussy felt so warm and wet.
Friday night came. As soon as it got dark, I heard tapping at my back door. I had all the blinds shut and only the light from the stairs on. He came in with his backpack and drawing book. My god…. my heart was beating fast. I realized then I had it bad for Mich. Falling for a teen guy student was excitingly dangerous. I had a flash fantasy of us in my bed. It jolted me and I gasp as I helped him put his stuff down.
First we had to talk on the couch. I wanted to prepare him for what I had in mind. At this point he would do anything I ask him to. I couldn’t help but feel the total control over him. This brought up a sexual feelings in me I never had before.
Mich…….
I was sure now I was totally in love with Ms. Clark, and it felt wonderful. I had to find a way to let her know, without her just patting me on the head and fluffing it off. We sat by each other on her couch. She had on a white low cut blouse, a red short skirt and her hair piled up on her head. She was turned towards me with one knee up on the couch and her arm up on the back of the couch. I had on my regular school clothes except I had on shorts with a elastic waist. I had my note book over my crouch to cover a hardon I knew I might get.
I looked at her beautiful smiling eyes and then looked up at her skirt. I saw a big patch of pubic hair between her sexy legs, just like I imagined. I know she saw me looking. I had planned out what I was going to say to her and how I felt about her….but now my mind went blank. I looked at her cleavage and pictured my hand feeling her soft looking nice tits.
She was watching my eyes and talking real sexy in a low tone. She took my hand and said: “Mich I want to let you know….” I just leaned to her and kissed her softly. She just let me do it. She sucked a big breath and it all just happened.
Our arms went around us and we both gasp for air. I was kissing the most beautiful girl in the world. She sank back slowly pulling me on top of her. She whispered: (“…oh Mich, we have to talk about this. We have to keep this top secret and never let anyone know about this….your so special to me….feel me Mich….feel me all over.”
Tami……..
I wasn’t expecting him to lean over and kiss me. My whole body buzzed in shock. He just made it so easy for me to get to what I wanted. Him and I in bed, having beautiful lovers sex. I had to discuss many things with him so we never got caught doing it. My mind tried to think of everything at once. The kiss had jumbled my thinking…now all I could think about was him on top of me and my arms around his warm body. Damn…he knew how to turn me on so good. His fingers ran through my hair, felt my face. He softly kissed me and my tongue came out to meet his.
Oh how I had wanted this and now I was indulging in the pure pleasure of having him on me, with his big erection pressing between my legs. I ran my hands under the back of his shirt and felt his warm skin. Then down his shorts and felt his cute ass.
He started sliding down kissing my cleavage. I unbuttoned my blouse for him. No bra to restrict his own indulgence. He was so gentle as he kissed my tits and nipples. I lay there feeling his hair and slowly squirmed.
I dare not think about where I wanted him to kiss next. I could orgasm so easy right now, I wanted to save it for his….oh god…
He’s sliding down further now, kissing his way down. He’s feeling my legs. This is the peak of anticipation. I want him to lick my pussy so bad.
Mich…….
She was just letting me do all the things I had fantasized about, and more. Now I was watching my hands feel her for real. I was kissing her, feeling her, kissing her tits, kissing her tummy and headed down to her pussy….now…. for real. I loved to feel her squirm under me.
I didn’t care about ’rules’ of any kind, I was knocking on heavens door.
Tami……
It was so hard to think with all the pleasure I was feeling. Watching him lift my skirt up was almost more than I could take. I parted my legs and waited to feel his tongue travel up and down my wet slit. He sure didn’t disappoint me. I held his head and squirmed as he did just that.
A flash of my uncle went through my mind as wonderful memories came back. It was part 2 in my sex life in a world of mind shaking orgasms peaking inside me. He knew just how to please my pussy. It was all happening so fast and I felt like I was on a bullet train to happiness. I rested my legs on his back and began the natural movements that would lead to that peak feeling I wanted.
I had only had oral sex in my life. My uncle said to save that final act for a special guy that would come along in my life. He was so right…and now here he was, licking my pussy right now.
I was going to fuck Mich and make him mine to keep. My orgasms started coming as the words burst out of mouth… “Oh Mich!” and the trembles started. Perfection of his oral sex had me so ready for him.
I pulled him up on me and pushed his shorts down. I wrapped my fingers around his erection and my trembling hand guided it in me. He had the trembles just like me and our breathless lips met. We groaned and a flurry of our hands and arms rushed to wrap us together. It was happening.
Mich…..
So this was what heaven was like. Wrapped together with the ultimate girl and my hardon in her warm wet pussy. Her pussy moved inside like welcoming my hardon. Our bodies started moving together in a floating feeling. I felt like a rocket was about to take off and we were on it.
I thought….life doesn’t get any better than this…….
Tami……..
It was euphoria on top of euphoria. We were a perfect match and here it came to blend our souls together. I had wanted to have sex with my uncle and imagined it so many times, this was the real thing as my pussy felt what I had wanted for so long. To have his hot body on mine was the peak of ‘us’ and we were going to cum together.
He whispered breathlessly: (“….I love you Tami. Your so perfect. I’ve dreamed about you so many times, but now your real and ….ooooo…yes…I’m gonna…oh Tami…it’s happening…”) We both began to fuck as hard and deep as we could. He squeezed me so tight I saw flashed of beautiful light as we kissed and I felt his hot cum gushing in me. I climaxed so hard I started shaking all over. Our sweet moans filled the room as the indescribable feelings took us by surprise and jumbled our brains with euphoric pleasure. I mashed my lips to his and our tongues made love to each other. Tears of joy ran down my face as we kept fucking to squeezed the last drop of pleasure out of us….and beyond.
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I had a talk with Mich’s mom. Before I could try and explain how I felt about her son…she smiled and interrupted me. “Mich is totally in love you, Ms. Clark. Your all he talks about, dreams about and I’ve found drawings and drawings of you hidden in his room. He couldn’t have picked a more beautiful and wonderful woman than you. What you two do is your concern. I’m just a happy mom.
I sat stunned.
Mich came in the room and we went up to his bedroom. He had a camera on a tripod set up to take pictures. He had a remote button and pushed it. The camera began to take still pictures every so often of him groping me, feeling me, kissing my body and…..I felt faint as he lowered me to the floor. He began to undress me…at the camera clicked away….it was too much as I just pulled him down on top of me. He smiled and whispered: (“ ..to bad I can’t draw feelings..”)
Up went my skirt, off went my panties. Out went my legs, up went my knees and in went his tongue in my wet pussy. When we couldn’t stand it anymore, we both guided his cock in me. We heard his mom’s car start up and leave. The sounds that came out of us were awesome. Two lovers driving for the same goal, to fuck and fuck some more. Our clothes got ripped and I dug my fingernails in his ass and held tight. It was happening again only better….when we thought it couldn’t get any better. I locked my legs around his and pulled as hard as I could as I climaxed and shook as time seemed to stop. He flooded me with his cum. I could feel each shot going in me. I felt him get weak and moan as I joined him in a unknown world of splendor…..
Days later, we sat on my couch with our arms all wrapped around us together and watched the pictures of us his camera took. The computer says there are 200 pictures in the file, so far we’ve only made to about #12 before our hands start groping us. I grope him now. I snuggle up to him and put my hand down his pants. I feel his hot growing hardon. I put his hand in my panties to feel my warm wet pussy.
I whisper: (“…can’t you keep your hands off me ‘Student‘?”) We smile and then have a long hot wet kiss. He whispers so sexy in my ear and says: (“…are you going to report me, ’Teacher’?”), as he rolls over on top of me.
I always gasp, …. and say: (“…only if you stop.”)

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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.
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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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Fantasm

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“Dear Heather,
I just read your latest story and, God!, what a turn on! I had to beat off half way through and again at the end, and I’m still hard as a rock! Your writing drives me right through the roof! Your stories are just so realistic, so believable, and I think I know why. It’s because you put so much of yourself into them. I can just tell that these are really your own fantasies and that you would love to live them out! I would love to help you, too. Why don’t you tell me where you live, and I’ll come and visit you. I can make all of your fantasies come true, just the way you want. I’ll rape your pussy. I’ll rape your ass. I’ll rape your mouth. I’ll fuck you till you bleed! Just tell me where to find you and I’ll give you all the fucking you want!
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Heather sighed and shook her head as she finished reading the e-mail. Most of the messages she got were okay. Just comments on her stories, either positive or negative. I loved it; I hated it, that kind of thing. Once in a while she got a message from someone suggesting a plot line for a story. Occasionally she chatted with other Internet authors, trading ideas or commenting on each other’s stories. But on mercifully rare occasions, she got one like this. Some sicko that couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.
She had received other messages from Slyguy123. At first, they had seemed harmless. Praise for her stories. Admiration for her writing style. But slowly, over time, his true self began showing through, dark and evil. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in fantasy. He was interested in rape. Real, terrifying, sadistic. And now he was suggesting she should tell him where she lives so he can visit her? So he can rape her? How could this idiot think she would even consider such a suggestion? This clown must have no concept of reality at all. Not a single clue.
Okay, so she wrote erotic literature for the Internet, and most of her stories dealt with rape. She wrote them because she enjoyed writing them, and because it aroused her to put her fantasies on paper. That didn’t mean she wanted some psychotic head case to actually get his hands on her. Nobody in their right mind would really want to be raped, regardless of their fantasies. In one of her stories, she had the main character, Miranda, burned at the stake at the end of the story. Did this idiot think that she wanted that to happen to her, too? Some people were just so stupid!
She deleted the e-mail without replying and gave it no further thought.
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Slyguy123 was sick. He was perverted and sadistic. However, in spite of what Heather thought, he was not stupid. In fact, when it came to computers, he was a genius. He had hacked into some of the most secure sites in the world and was never caught. He wrote viruses that were devastatingly lethal and unstoppable. And now, he was working on what would be his greatest achievement. He was developing a tracker.
The tracker was a program that could be appended to any e-mail message, invisible to the recipient. It would monitor the phone lines that carried the message from modem to modem, recording route changes and directories. It would monitor and track the progress of the carrier e-mail through the Internet system to its final destination. When the e-mail was opened, the tracker would immediately send itself back to the computer from which it had started. And, just like the police tracing a phone call, the tracker would return with the home address of the recipient of the original e-mail.
This would be a technological breakthrough. Once he had it perfected, he would be able to name his own price for the program. Governments, police agencies, intelligence groups, even private citizens would love to have the tracker. They wouldn’t get it, though. Slyguy123 wasn’t interested in money. He had enough to meet his needs. He wanted the tracker for other, more personal reasons.
Slyguy123 was totally obsessed with developing the tracker. He was also totally obsessed with Heather. He had copied her photograph from the website where she published her stories and had printed it out. He had numerous copies of it posted around his computer room in various sizes. One was even blown up to poster size. He thought of Heather and her delicious fantasies every day. He knew that he was meant to be with her. That he was meant to fulfill her fantasies, her dreams. And he would. He would make her see that he was right. He would make her bend to his will. All he needed was his tracker.
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“Dear Heather,
I had been hoping to hear from you before this. It’s okay, though. I understand why you haven’t replied to my messages. It’s because you’re shy, isn’t it? That’s why you have to write about your fantasies, isn’t it? You’re just too shy to tell anyone about them face to face. That’s okay. You won’t have to worry about that for long. Soon, my dear, soon I will be with you, and then you will no longer have to fantasize. I will rape you just like you’ve always wanted. Brutally. Viciously. Repeatedly. Oh, yes Heather, I will drive my rock hard cock into every hole that you have. I will fill you with my cum. I will rape you until you can’t stand anymore, and then I will rape you again. By the time I finish with you, you will be limp, spent and exhausted. You will love it! I’ll bet just thinking about it has you sopping wet, doesn’t it? I’ll bet you can’t wait to see me. It will not be long, my love. It will not be long.
Yours,
[email protected]”
Heather read the e-mail a second time and trembled. He sounded so positive, so sure that he could find her. Was there anyway that he could know where she lived? Had she inadvertently given him any clues when she had responded to the first few e-mails he had sent, the ones in which he sounded normal? She concentrated on it, thinking back. No. No, she hadn’t given him any information. Nothing that could lead him to her. But why did he sound so … so sure that he could find her?
Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was just completely full of shit. He could be just trying to scare her, to make her feel fear. She had him pegged as being sadistic, and maybe this was just part of his sadistic little game. Try to make her afraid, try to terrify her, and then laugh and beat off thinking about her being afraid.
But what if …… what if he could find her? What if he had somehow figured out where she lived? Maybe she should call the police. Call the police and tell them that … what? That she wrote rape stories for the Internet, and now some sicko was writing to her about rape? They would probably tell her that she had to expect things like that if she insisted on writing stories about rape. They would tell her that he was just some sick asshole writing about his fantasies, just the way she wrote about hers, and there was nothing to worry about. And even if by some miracle they did believe her, what could they do? How could they find him based on nothing but an e-mail address? They couldn’t. No. There was no sense in calling the police. There was nothing they could, or would, do.
Heather read the message again. He sounded so sure of himself. So positive that he could find her. And what would happen if he did find her? She had no doubts about that. He told her quite clearly what he intended to do to her. He would rape her over and over. Rape her until he had satisfied his perverted desires. And then what? Would he allow her to live? Or would her kill her in some sick and sadistic manner? Heather thought she knew the answer, and she felt a shiver travel up her spine.
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Slyguy123 thought that the tracker might finally be ready. He had worked on it long and hard, and the program seemed to be functional. It was time for a test. He would send an e-mail to a friend of his, someone whose address he knew. Then, if the tracker came back with that address, he would be ready.
“Jerry,
Just thought I’d drop you a line to see what’s going on. Things here are pretty much normal. Maybe we can get together for a beer later in the week.
Sly”
It was short, but that didn’t matter. He could have sent a blank e-mail. It was the attachment that was important. Setting the cursor over the paperclip on the menu bar, he activated the pull down menu. Selecting the proper file, he double clicked on it to append it to the e-mail. In this case, however, there was no indication on the e-mail that there was any kind of attachment. It was effectively invisible.
He hit “SEND”, then lit a cigarette and sat back to wait. It shouldn’t take long. It was Sunday, and Jerry, a true computer geek, always spent Sundays glued to his screen. He wasn’t really interested in Jerry’s response. The tracker should activate itself as soon as Jerry opened the e-mail. The tracker, in fact, should return home before Jerry even finished reading the message.
He had just finished the cigarette when the small envelope appeared in the lower right corner of his screen. Opening the e-mail, he saw the message in plain text.
“Tracker complete: Address of recipient:”
But there was no address. The space where Jerry’s address should have been was blank. Slyguy123 sighed. A minor set back. The tracker had been invisible, and it had activated itself and returned to its home computer. That was the big thing. He just had to fine-tune the program. Sooner or later, he would succeed.
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“Dear Heather,
I am amazed that you have not yet supplied your address to me. After all, we both know that you want me to come for you, don’t we? I am the culmination of all your fantasies, all your desires. We were made to play out our drama together. Are you just playing hard to get? Do you wish me to pursue you? Will that add excitement to our game? Very well. I will play the game the way you wish. It will only make things that much better for the both of us when I sink my cock in you for the first, but not the last, time. Yes, the first time. I so look forward to the first time, my dear Heather. Soon. Soon.
Always,
[email protected]”
Heather shook her head in amazement. This guy was not only sick, he was delusional. He was definitely a few bricks shy of a full load. Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to find her? Could he honestly believe she actually wanted him to rape her? It was so bizarre! So utterly bizarre!
Or could it be … could it be that he was only trying to scare her? Maybe that was how he got off. Contact women over Internet and slowly scare them. Build a terror in them over a period of time. Maybe instilling the fear of rape was enough to satisfy his warped desires. That would certainly be easier than actually trying to find someone who might be anywhere in the country. Hell, anywhere in the world, for that matter. Still …
She couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom. Was she just being silly? Worrying about nothing? She wanted to believe that. Wanted to believe that there was nothing to really fear. But she couldn’t.
********************
He spent the better part of a month working on the tracker. Slyguy123 was nothing if not patient. He went over every line of code, tweaking, fine-tuning, and adjusting. Finally, he thought he had worked out the last of the bugs. He typed a short e-mail.
“Jerry,
Did you see ‘Independence Day’ on TV? last night?
Sly”
Once more he attached the tracker program to the e-mail and hit send. Now he only had to wait until Jerry opened the e-mail. That was all it would take, the simple act of opening the e-mail.
If it only worked. He gazed at the poster-sized picture of Heather hanging from the wall. She would be his, to do with as he would. He would use her in every way imaginable, and in some ways most people wouldn’t imagine. He’d had a long time to fantasize about her, to daydream. Every day that went by, every dream he concocted, added to his plans. His imagination was running wild, and the things he planned to do to her … oh, the delicious things he planned to do to her!
And slowly, the things he did to her would become her fantasies, too. She would realize, oh so gradually, that they were really soul mates, destined to share their dark dreams. He would rape her in every way, in every orifice. And then, when he was done, there would be the final dream, the final fantasy. This time, though, it wasn’t his fantasy. It was hers. She had detailed it in one of her stories, and he knew it would be her greatest pleasure. It would be his gift to her.
He lit a cigarette with trembling hands. The thought of her, quivering and squirming beneath him, was racing through his mind. What would her voice sound like? What would it sound like as she begged and pleaded and whimpered? He was only half way through his cigarette when the envelope flashed on the screen. He opened the e-mail and read the message.
“Tracker complete: Address of recipient: 1524 Crestmont Drive, Indianapolis, Indiana.”
Perfect. The tracker was working.
********************
Heather was working on a story when the small envelope in the corner of the screen indicated that she had an incoming e-mail. Not wanting to break her train of thought, she continued typing. Whatever it was could wait. Her thoughts were flowing, and the words were fitting together so well. Her alter ego, the fictional Heather of her stories, was being brutally raped in an alley. Her attacker was reaching his limits, approaching the edge. Heather was squirming, trying to escape, when the rapist let go and flooded her insides with cum. Heather finished writing the scene, concluding the violent rape, and leaned back in her chair.
She took a deep breath to try and calm her. It always seemed strange the she should become so aroused by her own words. Still, she had taken it as her own adage that if the story line didn’t turn her on, it wouldn’t turn on her readers, either. And Heather believed she owed something to her readers. If they were going to take the time to read her stories, then she should make sure the stories were as good as she could make them.
Taking another breath, she glanced at the envelope in the corner of her screen. Maximizing the e-mail program on her screen, she saw the message was from Slyguy123.
Damn! Why didn’t he just leave her alone? Couldn’t he find someone else to torment? She hadn’t answered any of his e-mails in months. You’d think he’d be tired of this one-way conversation by now. What kind of rush could he be getting from this? Was just sending the e-mail enough to get him off? Was he so devoid of life that the mere act of sending an e-mail gave him gratification?
She tapped her fingernail on the table as she stared at the screen. Stupid bastard. Maybe she should answer this one. Maybe she should send him an e-mail that would rip him a new asshole. Let him know just how disgusting and reprehensible she thought he was. Call him every rotten, insulting name she could think of. Question his manhood, his sexual orientation. Insinuate that he was impotent, a eunuch. Maybe that would get him to quit e-mailing her.
Of course, there was always the chance that such a maneuver would backfire on her. It might irritate him and make him even worse than he was now. Maybe she should just delete the damned thing without even opening it. Just ignore him completely, not even read his sick e-mails. How hard would that be? Every time one came in from him, just delete it without opening it or reading it.
The e-mail from Slyguy123 was hi-lighted in blue. Heather moved the cursor to the “X” on the menu bar to delete the message. But if she did that, then she wouldn’t know what he was thinking, what he was planning. That is, if he actually was planning anything. He was probably just full of shit, but could Heather take that chance? It would be much better if she could get him to stop. In the most fateful decision of her life, Heather moved the cursor to the message and double clicked to open it. She sucked in her breath as she read the single line,
“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”
********************
It was late at night and Heather was driving home from work. Her eyes kept darting to the rear view mirrors both inside and outside the car, watching for any sign that she was being followed. For the last month, ever since receiving that last, short message from Slyguy123, she had been on pins and needles.
“It is time, Heather. I am coming for you.”
That was the last she had received from him. Not another word of any kind. For some reason, not hearing from him now seemed worse that hearing from him. At least when she was getting his e-mails, she could assume he was at home, wherever that might be. But now, with nothing coming in, where was he? Still at home? Traveling to get here?
Or could he be here already?
Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he was tired of his little game and decided to end it. Maybe that last message was just his swan song, one last stab of fear inflicted on his victim before moving on to someone else. Maybe he was already working on some other woman on the other side of the country. Maybe.
Heather glanced in the rearview mirror again. There was a vehicle several car lengths behind her. A truck or a van, she wasn’t sure. Had she seen it before? Something about it seemed familiar, but what? Yes, that was it. The headlights. The headlight on the passenger side was brighter than the one on the driver’s side. Had she actually noticed that earlier, or was her mind playing tricks on her? Was she being followed or not? One way to find out for sure.
At the next intersection, Heather made a right turn. Staying within the speed limit, she watched her rearview mirror. The vehicle with the mismatched headlights made the turn behind her. Okay, she thought, that’s one.
Heather approached the next intersection and made another right turn. Still within the speed limit, she again saw the other vehicle make the turn. Cool. That’s two. She was starting to feel nervous. Coincidence?
Reaching the next intersection, Heather made her third consecutive right turn. She felt sweat beading on her forehead as she watched the rearview. Once again the vehicle behind her made the turn. That’s three, she thought.
Heather approached the next intersection and once more made a right turn. She had circled the block, and was now back on the road she had been on when she first noticed the vehicle behind her. She watched her rearview. If whoever was back there also made the right turn, she would be sure that she was being followed. If that were the case, she would put the gas pedal to the floorboards and drive like hell to the nearest police station. She watched the rearview. She saw the vehicle approach the intersection and turn … left.
Heather sighed. Okay. Had this just been a case where whoever was driving that vehicle realized they were going in the wrong direction and circled the block to turn around? Or had they actually been following Heather and, realizing what she was doing, broke off? It seemed almost too coincidental that they should circle the same block as Heather unless they were following her. Still, it COULD be a coincidence. Either way, they were no longer behind her. She would stay doubly alert from now on. And she would damn sure watch for those mismatched headlights in the future.
********************
Heather stepped out of the shower and toweled off. It was nearly three months since she had heard from Slyguy123, and over two months since the incident with the vehicle with the mismatched headlights. Every day the memories of his threats had dimmed, receding into a mental distance. She was now convinced she had heard the last of him. The sick bastard had probably found some other woman to terrorize. It was time to get back to normal.
Heather enjoyed going to movies alone. She could relax and get into the stories without interruption or distraction. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband. She did. She just needed a little time to herself once in awhile, and going to a movie was certainly harmless enough.
Padding to the bedroom, Heather put on a black satin bra and panties. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she slowly pulled on black thigh-hi nylons. She enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie under her clothes. It made her feel pretty and desirable. It was almost an ego boost for her. Again, harmless enough. Heather put on a light blue silk blouse and buttoned it. She then pulled on a pair of navy blue slacks and pulled up the zipper. She finished the outfit with a pair of navy blue pumps.
After kissing her daughter good night and saying goodbye to her husband, Heather closed the front door behind her and walked to her car. She started the engine, moved the gearshift to “D”, and pulled into the street. It was a warm, clear night and traffic was light. She made it to the theater in less than fifteen minutes.
The theater had two parking areas, one in front and one in back. Although there were several parking spaces available in the front lot, Heather pulled around to the rear lot. She kept driving until she was at the far back end of the lot. There, she pulled into a space, moved the gearshift to “P”, and shut off the ignition.
Heather could have parked in front, but it was a little too … open … for her. She enjoyed smoking a joint to mellow out before going into the movie, and the back of the rear lot was the safest place for that. She took out the tightly rolled marijuana cigarette, placed it between her full lips, and lit it. Sucking the smoke deep into her lungs, she held it for several seconds before slowly exhaling.
Heather sat quietly, smoking her joint and letting her mind wander. Such a nice night. So relaxing. Finishing her smoke, she put the roach in the ashtray and closed it. She debated pulling the car to the front lot now, but rejected it. Such a nice night. She would enjoy the short walk to the theater. Getting out of the car, she made sure the doors were locked and started walking across the lot.
*******************
It was quite dark when Heather left the movie theater. She had thoroughly enjoyed the show and felt completely relaxed as she walked across the moonlit parking lot. She was humming quietly to herself as she reached her car. What a beautiful night, she thought.
In the midst of her thoughts, Heather felt her blood run cold. She had heard a rustling in the bushes directly behind her car. She looked around quickly. She was alone in the rear lot. Suppose it was he? Suppose he had found her? Oh, God, why hadn’t she moved her car to the front lot after she finished her joint? Why had she been so stupid to leave it all the way back here?
“Who’s there?” she called out as she rummaged in her purse for her keys, but there was no response. Her hands trembled as she searched for the keys.
“I … I have a gun!” she called out as her eyes darted left and right. It was a lie, of course, but whoever was in the bushes wouldn’t know that. Maybe it would buy her enough time to get into the car and lock the doors. Her fingers trembling, she fumbled her keys and dropped them. She heard the rustling again as she grabbed her keys from the concrete and again tried to fit them in the lock. Her heart was racing and her breathing was rapid and shallow. Come on! Come on! Get the damned door unlocked!
And then, just as she got the key into the lock, she ran out of time. She felt terror race through her and her stomach constrict as the dark shape moved out of the bushes towards her. Her eyes bulged and she wanted to scream. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t be!
The figure moved into the light. Head leaning to the side, tongue dangling from his mouth. She could hear him panting. Heather leaned against the car and tried to slow her breathing as she and the dog stared at each other. And then he turned and trotted away.
Damn! That scared the shit out of me, she thought. She felt silly now. Afraid of the dark, just like a little kid. That sick bastard had her jumping at shadows. She unlocked the car door a slid in behind the wheel. She put the keys in the ignition, but didn’t start the engine. She wanted to calm down before she tried driving. Unbelievable, to be so scared by ….
… hands grabbed her from behind. Over her shoulders and under her arms. She screamed as she felt herself being lifted from the seat, her back arching as she was pulled over the back of the seat. She continued screaming as she fell headfirst into the backseat of the car.
There were hands on her, forcing her over onto her back. She lashed out, trying to rake her fingernails across the eyes of her attacker. She felt a fist smash into her face and tasted blood in her mouth. Still she fought, flailing with arms and legs.
“Stop it! Don’t do this! Oh, God, HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one heard, no one came. She felt the hands break open the zipper on the front of her slacks. He grabbed the waistband of her slacks and panties and jerked them down over her thighs, then past her knees.
“Leave me ALONE! Oh PLEASE leave me alone!”
He pulled off her slacks and panties and threw them to the floor. Her legs free, she tried to kick him, but didn’t have the room in the cramped backseat of the car. He grabbed her blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Tearing her bra open, he pulled it and the remains of her blouse from her body and threw them to the floor with her slacks and panties. He threw himself on top of her, one hand grabbing a fist full of hair while the other grabbed one of her breasts and twisted cruelly.
“DON’T!” she screamed. “You’re HURTING me! Owwww! STOP it! Please STOP IT!”
He crushed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She gagged as the intruder forced it’s way deep into her mouth. She had her hands against his chest, trying to push him off of her, but he was too heavy. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart. Her body was twisting and squirming under him as she fought to escape.
He buried his face in her neck and she felt him snaking a hand between them. His hand went to her crotch, rubbing between the lips of her vagina. “Nuuhhh … oohhh … STOP!” she screamed as he jammed a finger up inside her. His mouth dropped to her breast and he viciously chewed on her nipple, sending waves of pain through her.
“DON’T! Oh please DON’T! You’re HURTING me!”
He was undoing his trousers, pulling out his cock as he prepared to rape her. She felt the fear and frustration raging through her. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
“Get OFF of me!” Heather screamed in vain. “Oh God, get OFF of me! You can’t DO this! You just CAN’T!”
She felt him pressing the head of his cock against her vagina. She dug her heels into the seat of the car, trying to get enough leverage to throw him off. She twisted and turned, pushed against his chest, tried to move her hips away from him. Nothing worked.
“Oh, no! Oh, please NO!” she begged as she felt him forcing her open, felt the head of his cock start to enter her. “No! I don’t … don’t want … you IN me! Let GO! Get … get OUT of me!”
He was fucking his way into her, driving deeper with each thrust of his hips. She hadn’t been ready, hadn’t been aroused, and the penetration was painful. Heather felt as if her insides were being torn open as he pounded farther and farther into her. Tears burned her cheeks as the reality of what was happening sunk in.
“No! Don’t! PLEASE … don’t! No! … No! … NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Heather arched her back and screamed in pain as he finally drove the full length of his shaft into her body. “Oh, God, please STOP it! nuuhhh … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Get … get … OUT of … of me! P-please! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
He was driving into her brutally, viciously. His hands roamed over her body, twisting and squeezing. Heather continued fighting, squirming and kicking, trying to push him away. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She ground her teeth. She felt the perspiration beading on her body. She cried out in pain each time he impaled her.
“No … more! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … P-please … no … MORE! … nuuhhh … It … HURTS! … Oh God! … It … h-hurts!” Heather pleaded futilely. The animal on top of her didn’t care if he hurt her. He enjoyed hurting her. He drove into her repeatedly with long, hard strokes, using his cock as a weapon against her.
It was so dark that Heather still hadn’t been able to make out the features of her rapist. Could it be him? Could Slyguy123 have actually found her? Terror swept through her at the thought. If this were someone else, if this was a rapist who had just randomly selected Heather, then he would probably use her and leave. If it were Slyguy123, though … he would use her,and use her, and use her, and finally kill her. Oh, God please don’t let it be he! Please not him!
To be continued…

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