My Best BlowJob
This is a true story from the other night
This is a true story from the other night
READ THIS INTRODUCTION FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it’s here; the third chapter in the story. Now, this one is a little different than the previous chapters. I will say now it is about Alex playing one of her erotic little jokes, and it is less romantic than the previous ones. Remember that every one of these chapters is different!!!!!!!!
If you don’t like this one, you may adore the next one, and vice versa. Don’t start hating the entire book because you don’t like one chapter. I will even mention that one of them, not this one, has a short paragraph involving pee. If this isn’t your thing, skip it over, but it is still a romantic paragraph about accepting the flaws as well as perfections of a person you love. I have warned you!
I own none of this! It belongs to a man named Michael K. Smith, and I have no rights to it. I am simply uploading it because of my deep love for it. For me, it turns other erotic fiction to mindless drabble. If this is your first time reading this book, then I suggest you start with the beginning so you aren’t left behind. It’s you choice, but that’s what I suggest. And now, enjoy:
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Patty
by Michael K. Smith
[From Chapter 5; set in 1971; he’s 16, she’s 15.]
One comfortably warm afternoon in October, I was taking a nap in my room, having exhausted myself with several hours of freestyle practice. There was no one else in the house, so the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by girlish giggles on the stair, half woke me. Then some part of my brain registered that the giggling was a conversation between two different voices and I came fully awake, though some instinct kept me from moving.
I recognized the other voice as belonging to Patty Jensen, who was also on the swim team and was one of Alex’s best girl friends. Patty was a cute little blonde with large, blue, innocent eyes, a snub nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth filled with very white teeth. Her pale, wavy hair swung against the nape of her neck in a ponytail and she tanned nicely. She was shorter than Alex by a couple of inches but somewhat meatier (my unconsidered opinion before that afternoon); she had been one of the first girls in Alex’s class to buy a bra because she actually needed it.
Yet she was both a popular date and well-liked by the other girls in her group — no small achievement. She seemed to be smitten with the idea of love and sex but was still uneasy about the reality. She also exuded pheromones uncontrollably and the reaction and attention of the boys who wandered within range often bewildered her.
Alex ushered Patty into her room across the hall and gave her door a halfhearted shove; it stood open a foot, but privacy was not something we had ever taken seriously Upstairs. I lay on my bed in my cutoffs, casually eavesdropping, until I picked up the words “bikini” and “sexy.” What in the world was going on?
I rose quietly, silently opened my own door, and slipped into the hall. In ordinary circumstances, I wasn’t the Peeping Tom type. I never joined in when my gym class found new ways to intrude in the girls’ locker room. Why should I? I could see all the skin I wanted at home. But this was a different situation and a different girl, and in most ways I was still no different from any other fifteen-year-old boy.
I peered through Alex’s doorjamb to see where the two were. I could watch Alex openly at any time and she wouldn’t mind, but Patty was definitely an “outsider,” even though she had been invited Upstairs. They were sitting crosslegged, side by side on Alex’s brass bed, dumping out the contents of two small shopping bags labeled MALIBU BIKINI SHOP.
I knew that place; even the limbless manikins in the window were exciting! In each bag was a small bundle wrapped in tissue, and each bundle was unwrapped to reveal two remarkably tiny strips of brightly colored cloth.
Patty was smoothing out her new neon-red bikini on the bedspread in front of her. “My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this at the beach!”
She giggled and lifted the cups of the halter top so they looked like two miniature tents. Without realizing it, she tugged a little at the tips of her bra and compared the result.
Alex’s suit was just as brilliant a shade of cerulean blue, which I knew would contrast electrically with her hair and eyes.
“Well? Let’s try ’em on!” said Alex, scrambling off the bed.
“Here?” Patty looked dubious.
“Of course, ‘here’,” Alex laughed. “You’re going to wear that Do-It-Now suit at the beach in front of thousands of ravenous boys, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know what it really looks like on you first? Especially since they wouldn’t let us try them on at the store?” She was already unzipping her jeans.
“I have a full-length mirror in my room at home,” Patty pointed out.
“Uh-huh. And what was it you just said about your father? Besides, we need to help each other adjust the fit, for maximum effect!” Her voice was muffled by the knit top she was pulling off over her head, and then she was standing there in bra and panties, a hand on one hip, waiting for her friend to catch up.
Patty looked up a bit shyly and surveyed the sleekness of Alex’s body. I made a bet with myself that she admired my sister’s trimness — but that she also thought her own breasts would even up the score. If she could work up the nerve to strip.
“Well,. . .” Patty stood up slowly but then began rapidly shucking off her jeans and sweatshirt before she lost momentum. Both girls were facing generally in my direction and I was careful to stand back from the door crack a few inches. Patty seemed momentarily shocked when Alex dropped and stepped out of her panties. I was merely surprised; when had that happened?
My sister’s curly red-brown pubic thatch had been trimmed and regimented. Her crotch was now shaved bare at the sides and she was completely naked between her legs, obviously so she would only show at the beach what she intended to show. The effect was to make her appear even slimmer than she was, and a bit more vulnerable as well. I liked the effect. Alex stood calmly naked, waiting for Patty to finish undressing — she was giving her encouragement by example, I thought.
Patty dropped her bra and bent over to push down her panties. Her breasts swung out invitingly and I stored the image away as a mental polaroid for the next time I needed a fantasy. She stood up and took a breath.
Little Patty actually had a much nicer body than I had given her credit for. She had some extra flesh but it was smooth and lightly tanned; she was becoming voluptuous, not fat or flabby. I should have realized that anyone who could make the swim team in the first place would be in top physical condition.
The wider flair of her hips made her look like an Earth-mother-in-training and her stomach was flat and muscular. Her legs were proportioned to her lesser height. She wasn’t a natural blonde, though. Her pubic hair was a rich brown mat that entirely concealed her crotch and much of her groin. Her shoulders were broader than Alex’s, and while her breasts were much fuller than my sister’s, her small pink nipples stood up right where they should. She might be a little overbalanced, but there was no sag. I immediately revised my opinion of her looks.
Alex gave her friend’s breasts a grin and a nod of approval. “You have really nice tits, Patty. Not like these. . . .” She cupped and lifted her own pair as Patty blushed at the intimate compliment and then lifted her own breasts. They filled both hands. I knew quite well that my sister was perfectly happy with the shape of her own body; she was just putting Patty at ease.
I also noticed that Patty seemed to follow Alex’s lead in many of her physical movements. I began to suspect that she regarded my sister as a model of gracefulness and poise. (I certainly did.)
Then both girls turned back to the bed and began sorting out their new beach assault weapons. Patty had a rather larger ass than Alex, but it fit right in with the rest of her equipment. Alex got her suit on first.
The bottom part was cut as low in front as she could get away with; if she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair it would have curled over the hem. The top of the suit was a simple elastic bandeau that went on over her head. She didn’t need straps for support — but Patty certainly did.
Patty’s suit had a halter top with one shoelace-sized string around the back and another behind her neck. The bottom part had string ties at the sides that could gather the suit in from a conservative three-inch-wide band to a very narrow connecting strip. And the narrower the strip, I saw, the lower the suit would ride on her hips.
They each examined themselves in the long mirror and then stepped back and studied each other critically, measuring psychological effect and searching for the smallest flaws. I had to admit it: They were different types, but both girls were sexy and beautiful. I had personal preferences, but I could also think of a dozen guys just in my home room who would go to serious lengths for a chance to cuddle up with Patty at the beach.
Patty put her hands out to her sides and shrugged helplessly. “What can I say, Alex? You look terrific!” Alex blushed at her friend’s honest compliment but also managed to look pleased with herself.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” Alex said, and reached up to the top shelf of her closet to pull down a shoebox. When she stretched on tiptoe like that, the bottom of her bikini seemed about to slither down to her ankles. She was going to have to be careful in volleyball games, I thought.
After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. “I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks.”
She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman’s feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.
Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.
“That’s great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day — you got the moves down perfect!”
I was smiling, too. Alex could clown around but she was truly gorgeous — and she knew I thought so, and that made both of us feel good. But her parade across the room had brought her close to her bedroom door before I realized where she was headed. I made the mistake of stepping back from the doorjamb too late and Alex’s quick eye caught the movement.
In the second or two before she turned, her face showed surprise, then amusement, then thoughtfulness — and then mischievous delight as she suddenly had an inspiration. Two steps back toward the bed, humming “The Stripper,” Alex paused and rotated in a slow, exaggerated bump and grind while Patty crowed with laughter. And as she turned, she gave me a broad wink. She had an audience now and she intended to take advantage of it.
I had no idea what her instant plan might entail, but I was sure it would involve Patty. She wouldn’t hurt Patty, I knew; she liked the other girl too much as a friend. And if Patty was lucky, she would never know she had been the victim of a prank. My sister and I had many, many private jokes that the rest of the world was never let in on.
Alex was back at her friend’s side, now. She smiled and kicked the shoes under the bed, and then stepped back to look more closely at Patty. She parked one open hand on a canted hip — a calculated pose if I ever saw one — while Patty twisted her pearl pinky ring and waited a little nervously for Alex’s verdict.
“Patty, you look really nice in that suit — in fact, you look great! That kind of red means ‘Stop, Look, and Listen,’ and the boys are gonna do just that.” The little blonde beamed radiantly.
“But–” (Alex pointed a finger dramatically at the other girl’s navel) “–you’re wearing that suit much too conservatively!”
“What?!” Patty squeaked. “I feel almost naked already!” She looked down at the narrow red strips. “How can this possibly be ‘conservative’?”
Alex knelt on one knee in front of her and said in a mock stern tone, “They put these ties here for a reason, but you still have them let all the way out. Haven’t you seen those teeny little bikinis in action at the beach?” She began cinching up the string on one side.
“But those girls are in college, or at least high school juniors and seniors! I won’t be fifteen for another month!”
“So? You’re never too young to be sexy! Besides, think of the fifteen-year-old boys. They watch the college girls with the grown-up bodies, sure, but they know they’ll never get within ten yards of any of them. And then they’ll turn around, and there you’ll be, a dazzling blonde their own age in a red bikini, and their eyes will fall out on the sand. They’ll stumble all over themselves, and get tongue-tied trying to talk to you, and you’ll have to hold them off with a beach umbrella! Now that’s POWER!”
She had cinched up the strings on both sides of Patty’s suit while Patty’s expression said she was imagining the scene at the beach — and enjoying it. Now Alex pulled the front of the red suit two inches lower so it marked a straight line across Patty’s lower abdomen. Then she turned her around quickly, before she could react, and tugged the back of her suit lower as well, almost exposing the cleft between her cheeks. Patty was spun to the front again.
“Have to make the most of those tits, too,” Alex said as she stood up. She held the lower string of Patty’s halter top with one hand and began experimentally sliding the cups farther apart, exposing a much more generous cleavage. Patty stood helplessly, caught up in Alex’s radicalization of what she obviously thought was already a very daring bikini.
“Untie the bottom string.” Patty did as she was told but clutched the strings at her sides.
“We move the string farther up under your boobs to make ’em stand out, . . . okay, tie it again.” Patty’s breasts looked larger now and more nearly spherical. Alex stepped behind her.
“Now, we cheat gravity a little . . .” She untied the halter string behind Patty’s neck. “Lift your boobs, Patty; c’mon, use your hands!”
Alex retied the neck string and stepped back. “Now, go take a look in the mirror, kid — every boy you meet is going to have an instant hard-on. You’re going to have to wear a name tag: ‘Hi, my name is Patty, and please don’t come in your trunks’!”
Patty’s face suggested she had just survived a whirlwind, but when she saw her quarter-profile in the long mirror her mouth fell open and she stared.
Her bust looked to be a full cup size larger than it already was, and the skinny little sides of the bottom of her suit emphasized the earthy flair of her hips and made her legs look longer. In a word, she was luscious. She unconsciously arched her back a little more and cocked one hip. She looked speechlessly at Alex, who grinned and made an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger.
“What did I tell you? You believe me now?” She moved up close to Patty.
“Now — if you’ll trust me with a sewing machine, I think we ought to take in the sides of each of these about a half-inch. . . .” She tucked under the edges of each halter cup with her fingers and managed to stroke the surfaces of Patty’s breasts as she did so.
“I’m going to take in my top some, I think, and remove the lining so my nipples will show through.” She looked down at her bandeau as she pulled down its top edge as far as her brown areolae.
“I do have great nipples, don’t I?” Patty watched, somehow unaware that right now their breasts, bellies, crotches, and thighs all were less than two inches apart.
Alex moved her hands slightly and then she was casually, gently, lifting the weight of Patty’s breasts. The other girl seemed hypnotized; I knew the feeling. Alex sighed.
“Gee, I wish I had boobs like these.” No, she didn’t, but I was beginning to understand where Alex’s game was going. At fourteen, my sister was already an artist at seduction. She had a talent for it when she chose to use it, and I was the proof; when she wanted something from me she nearly always got it.
Alex withdrew her hands before her friend could think of anything to say and casually removed her own suit. “If you’ll leave that outfit with me for a day or two, I’ll brew you up some magic, okay?”
Patty was pulling off her suit, too — mostly because Alex had done so, but she didn’t realize that. She nibbled at her lower lip for a second.
“Alex? I’m glad I have someone like you for a friend.” She was sweet and sincere, and still astonished by her transformation in the mirror. “Why are you so much smarter about boys than I am?”
Alex gave her a surprised glance and then a genuinely warm smile. “I’m glad we’re friends, too, Patty. You’re one of the very nicest people I know. And I’m *not* smarter; maybe I just work at it harder.” I’ll bet you’ve also had a *lot* more practice, I thought, and smiled.
Patty really was a nice girl, besides being sexier than I would have expected. Then Alex put her arms around her in an affectionate girl-girl hug and Patty responded in kind. It would have seemed the most innocent embrace in the world, had they not both been naked.
Again, Alex quit first. She looked around the room for a moment while one hand absently stroked her tiny tuft of pubic hair. Then she looked at her crotch in apparent surprise.
“I almost forgot! There’s something else you need to do before you can wear that bikini.”
“What?”
“This!” My sister spread her thighs slightly, bent her knees, and pushed her crotch forward to display her cropped pubic patch.
“If you don’t trim it back, your hair will stick out the sides of your suit. Remember Mary Elizabeth’s first dive in the tank suit she borrowed from her older sister? It looked like her pussy was drowning and trying to escape!” Both girls burst into peals of laughter. I wished I had been present at *that* practice.
Patty fluffed her large bush thoughtfully. Without being aware of it, she was becoming used to being naked around Alex, who always walked and behaved exactly the same way whether she was dressed or not. Especially when she knew she was safe at home, my sister had totally lost what other people might regard as modesty, and her unconcerned attitude toward bare skin sometimes rubbed off on other people.
“You really think I have too much hair down there?”
“Well, you don’t have it shave it completely . . . although that *would* attract attention.”
Patty looked momentarily alarmed before she realized that Alex was teasing her, and then she smiled prettily. “Well, I can trim it down at home.”
“I thought you bought a Lady Something-or-Other electric because you kept nicking your legs? And I don’t think your dad would appreciate finding pussy hairs in his shaving cream. Besides, an electric leaves a stubble; it really itches.”
Patty looked baffled. “Embroidery scissors?”
“It’s not just the length,” Alex explained. “It’s the width. You need a strip of bare skin on each side and underneath. Also, with that much hair, when it gets wet, it soaks up water like a sponge and it expands. Like in the shower?” She stroked her index fingers down her own newly-mown crotch. Patty watched in fascination and continued to pluck at her own bush.
Alex looked her solemnly in the eye. “I’d be happy to do it for you if you’d trust me to, Patty. I’ll be very careful not to nick you. And if we do it here, your father won’t ever know about it, right?” I held my breath. This was the crucial point in what I suspected Alex was planning.
“Uh, nobody’s ever touched me there, except my doctor.” She was talking mostly to herself.
“Patty, your gynecologist is a man and he practically shoves his whole fist up in you, doesn’t he? Most of ’em do.” Patty looked a bit dazed, but nodded.
“I’m a girl and I’m your friend, aren’t I? Friends help each other out, especially with things you can’t really go to your folks about. And I’ll be very careful, I promise.” Alex was speaking softly and soothingly, now, and I could tell Patty was allowing herself to be talked into this adventure.
“Well,.. I guess you’re right. I guess I do have too much hair for a bikini. Besides,” she added with a self-deprecating twinkle, “I don’t think I could see what I was doing!” She spread her breasts apart with both hands and peered down between them. Her subconscious had come up with the perfect way of asserting her physical superiority to Alex in the one department she was absolutely sure of. She had even turned it into a sexy joke. Patty had definitely loosened up in the past hour.
“Okay, why don’t you empty off that chair while I get the stuff?” Alex was all business now. The chair she waved at was an old wooden kitchen piece, straight-backed and armless, repainted bright yellow. It served as a seat, stepping stool, clothes rack, and especially as a gathering place for junk. Alex was keeping her friend occupied while she went next door to the bathroom.
I stepped back against the wall as Alex came out of her bedroom. Thirty seconds later she was back with her safety razor and a new blade, her needlework scissors and a small comb, and two bath towels — and my shaving mug and brush (I had ambitions). I pointed at the brush and nodded in approval. Alex pointed to her eye, which meant “Watch and see.”
Patty was standing a bit nervously by the now-empty chair, fingering her pubic hair protectively. Her body language always spoke volumes and yet she remained unaware of it. Remaining naked herself, as another kind of supportive body language, Alex folded a towel and draped it neatly over the chair seat, and then adjusted the chair’s angle so my view would be unimpeded.
“Would milady care to park it?” She made a theatrical flourish and Patty sat down with her knees and feet together and her hands in her lap. Alex knelt before her.
“Umm. Patty, dear — I have to be able to get to the work site,” Alex explained gently and laid one hand lightly on the other girl’s knee.
With Alex’s quiet prompting, Patty finally got settled. She found herself scooted far forward on her coccyx with her pussy cantilevered over the front of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as for any gynecologist and her heels were hooked over the rungs on the sides of the chair. To keep herself from sliding off, she had a grip on the chair’s back slats above her shoulders, which also had the effect of lifting and pressing her breasts together.
I had wondered why Alex didn’t simply have her lie on a towel on the bed. Now I knew why. The little blonde was vulnerable and wide open to the world; she looked like a pose from HUSTLER.
Working slowly and carefully, Alex untangled Patty’s pubic hair with the comb and trimmed it down to shaving level. Then she quickly whipped up a mug full of suds and twirled the brush in it as she had seen me do. She slowly stropped the brush up and down between Patty’s legs — not only on the sides of her crotch but vertically across her clit and downward below her cunt, almost to her asshole. There was quite a bit of hair in front of Patty’s puckered little opening. Patty’s eyes flickered closed and her lips began to twitch; she was feeling something but she wasn’t going to admit it, not even to herself.
I watched in fascination as my sister slowly and carefully cleared a bare area on each side of Patty’s half-open cunt; I suspected she could work a lot more rapidly if she cared to. She seemed to completely ignore the protruding clit that emerged from its sheath of its own volition.
Alex did very neat work, squaring the thick tangle into a neat, brush-like vertical hedge and shortening its length overall. She also managed to lean her forearms frequently on Patty’s splayed knees and to drag her own nipples across the inner surfaces of Patty’s thighs. Several times she moved her head in close — just being careful, you know — and opened her mouth wide, breathing warm air directly onto Patty’s clit. She continued, meticulously shaving clean the entire area toward the back of Patty’s crotch.
Finally, she wiped off the soap with the other towel, being sure the coarse material traveled the whole length of her friend’s gaping cunt. She handed Patty a large hand mirror so she could view the result.
“Now we don’t want you to get razor burn — happens a lot the first time you shave.” She picked up a bottle of moisturizing cream from behind the chair, uncapped it, and dribbled a stream of the pale cream down both sides of Patty’s crotch, and then down the sheath of her clit.
Patty gasped and her toes curled at the touch of the cool, thick liquid. Alex slowly spread the cream up and down the creases of her crotch and her exposed lips. She spread it evenly over the clitoral sheath. The covering hand moved back and Patty’s clit, pinkish red and twitching involuntarily, emerged and grew.
Alex’s forefinger lightly smoothed the cream down the center of the cunt before her, touching but not penetrating the opening, and continued to the satiny area between the bottom of her wide-open pussy and the darker, ridged opening below. Patty was holding her breath, and so was I, but Alex’s finger stopped just short and lifted away.
The brush, Alex’s careful but persistent manipulation of her labia, the friction of the towel, and finally the soothing cream had all done their work. Patty’s breath was coming in erratic puffs as she gazed in amazement through half-closed eyes at her newly revealed crotch.
She passed her own hand over the smooth, soft surfaces and curves, even drawing one finger dazedly across the tip of her clit. It abruptly struck me that Patty’s general shyness, the apparent attitudes of her parents, and the thick, rapid growth of her pubic thatch probably had prevented her from ever getting a close look at her own genitals. ALL of this was a new experience for her.
Alex apparently drew the same conclusion and added it to her plan. Still kneeling on the floor between Patty’s knees, she spread her own legs and leaned back on her heels, her nipples visibly elongating. Her middle finger glided down into her own slit and disappeared, and she sighed lightly. “You know, trimming your pussy also makes it easier to get yourself off,” she said quietly.
Patty shook her head vigorously. “No, I don’t do that! My dad caught me . . . uh, playing with myself when I was twelve and he beat the crap out of me! Besides, it isn’t good for you.” What do you think has just been happening? I wondered.
Alex continued stroking herself, mostly for Patty’s visual benefit, but she gave her friend a sympathetic look. “What do you do when you get horny, then? And *don’t* tell me you never get horny!”
It hadn’t occurred to Patty that she could put her legs down; they were still spread wide and her clit was twitching more frequently. One hand held the mirror and the other began absently to stroke the neat pad of hair that remained as she studied its reflection.
“I just get frustrated, I guess,” she said softly. “Sometimes, though, when I’m alone, I squeeze my legs together and I feel a sort of tingle.” She didn’t notice that she had contradicted her earlier denial.
“Patty, it’s called ‘masturbation,’ not ‘playing with yourself,’ and it’s a natural part of sex — and sex is a natural part of life. *Not* masturbating is what’s abnormal! I’m still a virgin — yes, I am! — and I had my first orgasm a year ago by masturbating myself. And it felt wonderful!” Alex’s fingers were beginning to move up and down like slender pistons.
“You can’t just go on being horny and frustrated! Doing yourself takes the edge off. You can keep control of yourself with a boy when he gets you hot because you know you can always finish it later. Otherwise, some guy is going to get you so worked up you’ll let him fuck you just to get it over with, to release the pressure — and it might not be the right guy or the right time and place. Boys jerk off all the time, you know that, and it’s a lot harder for them to hide it! And if it’s natural for them to do it, why shouldn’t girls do it, too? Look at your body, Patty! It’s ready for you to get pregnant and have a baby. But you can tell it to be patient and still have all the fun part of sex.”
Alex’s fingers were acting independently of her mouth, caressing and tugging at her clit and pressing its sheath back to expose more of it. The tiny red shaft glistened moistly. Patty couldn’t take her eyes off that busy hand. She tried half-heartedly to conceal her own cunt by cupping her hand over it, but her legs were still splayed out.
“I don’t think I know how,” she said in a small voice with a sudden low sob at the end.
My sister wasn’t close to orgasm yet, I could tell that, but her fingers slowed and stopped. She could save herself up, remaining at a high sexual pitch but picking her own moment for a climax. I had seen her do that before, too, and it always astonished me. *I* certainly didn’t have that kind of control.
Alex stood and bent over Patty, her hands on the other girl’s shoulders. Her breasts moved in a shallow curve a few inches before Patty’s face. Her nipples were as erect and rigid as pencil erasers.
“Patty, I’ve never been a teacher before, and I’m sure no sex expert, but my pussy is something I know real well. I admit it — virgin or not, I enjoy sex. And when I do pick out the guy I want to pop my cherry, I’m going to be ready. No fumbling around, no confusion. I’m going to know what I’m doing.” She put a hand behind each of Patty’s thighs, lifted her legs from the chair rungs, and set her feet together on the floor. Then she pulled her to her feet.
Patty clutched Alex’s upper arms and put her forehead against her shoulder. She canted one hip, which pressed what remained of her pubic hair against Alex’s thigh; my sister’s crotch was in a similar situation. Alex glided both her hands up and down the small of Patty’s back and murmured soothingly in her ear as the soft sobbing continued.
Patty made a strange picture, standing there: naked and sexy, but shy, breasts trembling against Alex’s as she tried to control her tears, moisture reflecting from her eyelashes as she kept her head down in embarrassment — not because she was naked and nipple-to-nipple in another girl’s embrace, but because her clit was throbbing wetly and she didn’t know what to do about it. She was desirable and she knew it, but the very lushness of her own body frightened her. It sounded like her father wasn’t being much help, either. Watching through the doorjamb, I felt a surprising wave of sympathy for little Patty.
Alex had played her prank, exposing the most intimate parts of Patty’s body to me in great detail — which had hurt no one but would provide us with hours of conversation later — and arousing her friend’s untried sensuality into the bargain.
But Alex truly liked Patty and now she obviously intended to try to help her friend become less sexually helpless. The fact that she knew I was still watching was irrelevant.
Alex sat both of them down on the side of the bed, thighs again pressed side-to-side, and put her arm comfortingly around her friend’s shoulder.
“Patty, sex is supposed to be fun,” she began, “and I promise you it is, if you know what you’re doing. It’s not something you should be afraid of. I know — there are guys you have to be careful of because they get carried away, even if they’re sorry afterwards. And some guys are just selfish, unfeeling sons-of-bitches.” Patty nodded in agreement; I had a feeling she had run into a few of those, just as Alex had.
“But, Patty, that isn’t your fault and it doesn’t make sex bad. And most guys are okay. You’re a beautiful girl and they’re more likely to be afraid of *you*. That’s why they get tongue-tied and act silly sometimes. They just don’t know what else to do.”
Alex glanced for a moment at the crack in the door where I stood. “Let me give you an example. The boy I know best is the one I live with, okay? My brother, Michael. He and I get along — in fact we’re pretty good friends. Now, let me ask you: Do you think he’s good-looking?”
Patty looked up at her in surprise, as if it were a silly question. “Sure, I think he’s very good looking.”
“Okay,” Alex went on. “Is he sexy?” I wondered how many games she was playing? Or had the identity of the contestant simply changed?
Patty hesitated. “Yeah, I guess he is. I mean, I’ve never gone out with him, of course, but he smiles at me in school. But maybe that’s because he knows you and I are friends,” she concluded doubtfully.
“That’s negative thinking, Patty!” Alex smiled. “Anyway, I’ve seen a lot more of him than you have, and *I* sure think he’s sexy! If he weren’t my brother, he might even be the one I’d pick to give my virginity to.”
That got my attention. Patty looked a little startled but interested. Alex was stroking the inside of her friend’s thigh, but Patty seemed not to notice.
“I’ve seen him naked a few times, like in the bathroom. He has swimmer-muscles, too, remember. And a nice butt. And a very interesting looking cock.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
“Once, I watched him jerking off in the shower, because the shower door wasn’t fogged up too much to conceal it. His cock looked huge, and when he shot off it really made me hot! So I came back in here and fantasized about it and got myself off. You see what I’m saying? He came in the shower, by himself, and I came in my bed, by myself, and we both enjoyed it.”
“But I don’t know how to– to get myself off. I’ve tried just rubbing it — I mean, I . . .” She was admitting to more than she had intended but Alex laughed and squeezed her shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, I can take care of that! Scoot up here, Patty . . .” Alex pushed herself backwards, against the brass headboard and put her legs straight out in front of her. “Over here, next to me.” She put her hand flat on the bed beside her.
Patty hesitated again for a long second, then turned and crawled over next to Alex — who moved over an inch so the entire length of their flanks were pressed warmly together. Alex brushed the instep of her right foot against the sole of Patty’s left. Patty’s toes curled over.
“Now, follow me. . . .” My sister arched her back slightly and cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging and tugging at her nipples. She took a deep breath of enjoyment. “Think of someone whose hands you want to imagine on your body.”
Patty followed her example, almost over-balancing when she arched her back. Her nipples were pink little buttons, much smaller than Alex’s, but they also rose under the friction of her fingertips.
“I’ve done this before, too,” Patty sighed, “but it feels different this time. It must be because we’re doing it together.” They continued stroking themselves almost in unison for several minutes, and their breathing grew heavier.
“Alex, . . . this doesn’t mean we’re, uh, lesbians, does it?”
My sister threw her head back and laughed. “No, of course not! You’re a dear, sweet girl, Patty — but you’re not the person I’m daydreaming about right now, I guarantee!” I hoped I knew who *was* in her daydream.
“Now, move your hands where you want your dream-lover to put his hands. Remember, they aren’t *your* hands right now — they’re his.”
She moved her own hands smoothly down her sides, down her upper legs, then back up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was beginning to flush lightly wherever her hands passed. Patty copied her movements and her eyelids fluttered as her imagination replaced the touch of her palms with someone else’s.
“Patty, you wouldn’t believe whose hands I’m feeling on me right now . . .” Alex shifted her gaze directly at me and smiled provocatively.
She spread her legs wide apart, sliding the left one under Patty’s. Patty bent her knees and took a similar position. Both girl’s pussies were open to me, though only one of them knew it, and the sight of two such lovely bodies being systematically aroused was almost more than I could stand.
My cock had grown thick and erect, but I couldn’t jerk off or even unzip my cutoffs, for fear Patty would hear the sound. I had to be content with hiking up one leg of my shorts enough to expose the head of my cock, which I squeezed and massaged as quietly as I could.
At Alex’s lead, the girls had both hands in their crotches now, stroking their labia between their fingers and reaching far back to tease their assholes with an occasional light touch.
Alex nudged Patty to get her attention. “Getting juicy?” she breathed.
“Oh, yes. . . !” Patty’s head was leaning partly on Alex’s shoulder.
Alex thrust two fingers up into her vagina and brought them out dripping with aromatic wetness. She began to slide her shining fingers slowly up and down her clit, which already resembled a tiny red cock.
Patty took more time with her fingers, moving them in and out of her cunt, experiencing probably for the first time the internal friction. Then she also moved her attention to her clit. Her breath began to rasp, as her fingers moved faster.
“No, Patty! Take your time — stop for a moment if you have to! Make it last and last. . . . You’ve heard about boys who are virgins, who just stick it in and come immediately? They don’t know how to pace themselves and it’s over too quickly.”
Patty obediently slowed her pace and even turned her head on Alex’s shoulder to watch my sister’s technique. Alex was doing slow rings and figure-eights with two fingertips around her clit, returning to her cunt at intervals for additional lubricant. She had done this many times and knew exactly how to sustain her own arousal.
Patty returned to her own rising passion, but using more control this time. A few minutes later, Alex began making low animal sounds in her throat and bent her head back. Her fingertips were racing around the tip and shaft of her clit, now. Then she caught her breath, jerked slightly several times, and then relaxed with a sigh. She stretched her legs out without removing her hand and simply sat quietly for a few moments in the afterglow of her climax.
My own legs were trembling so badly I had to go carefully down on one knee to keep from falling.
But Patty had stopped her finger-work, engrossed in her friend’s orgasm. Alex looked down at her with a smile. She withdrew her hand from between her legs; her fingers were wet and shiny. She raised her hand casually and traced the moisture from her fingers across Patty’s upper lip.
“You want to know what it’s really all about, Patty? Inhale deeply. That smell will drive a guy completely out of his mind.”
Hell, I could identify that particular pungent aroma all the way out in the hall. I had brought several girls to a climax by masturbating them, and they all smelled different. And I knew my sister’s scent best of all.
Then Alex became aware that Patty had stalled out. She was flushed with sexual arousal but she’d lost her way and her fingers were moving almost mechanically. Her lips were compressed in frustration; she’d climbed almost to the top of the ladder but she couldn’t quite make the last step.
Alex put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her down flat on her back on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. “I’ll help you, Patty, you’re almost there, you just need a boost to climb over the top. . . .”
Alex covered Patty’s motionless hand and her whole pubic mound with her own hand and began moving the two in a pattern together. After a minute, as Patty’s respiration rate began to increase again, Alex slid her hand under Patty’s and took control of the blonde’s pussy. Patty’s eyes were closed tightly; she may have thought it was her own fingers that were back in action. Alex dipped her fingers into Patty’s cunt for more lubrication and went to work at the base of her shaft, gradually moving toward the tip.
I don’t believe she planned what happened next. It was just the appropriate sexual thing to do, I think. My sister looked down at Patty’s head lying on her arm and smiled, and kissed her full on the lips.
Patty’s mouth reached up eagerly and returned the kiss, and she made little sounds of excitement. She was so far out of it, I think she believed it was her daydream she was kissing. Her eyes never opened. Alex raised her head as her friend’s pelvis and legs jerked uncontrollably several times. Then a brief spasm shook her whole body as she gasped and opened her mouth and curled her tongue. A final extended moan escaped her lips and then all her muscles seemed to relax at once and she lay loosely.
Alex combed Patty’s hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. The other girl had beads of sweat over her breasts and belly and she was still panting. “God, I didn’t know . . . it could feel . . . like that. . . .”
She turned over on her side to face Alex, who was propped on her elbow again. I knew my sister wasn’t going to mention the kiss. Let Patty think it was her imagination. I felt the wetness oozing down my leg; I had climaxed uncontrollably during that kiss.
There were teardrops on Patty’s lashes again, but this time for a very different reason. Her first orgasm had opened up a whole new world for her, a new self-image and new possibilities. And she realized it, too, because she slid both arms around Alex, her face pressed between my sister’s breasts, and hugged her tightly.
Alex held her closely and stroked her back, then put one leg gently over her hip. Patty’s reaction was automatic. She slipped her thigh between Alex’s and pressed it snugly up against her crotch. They lay together like that for perhaps five minutes, each floating back down to earth.
They finally unfolded themselves and sat up crosslegged on the bed, laughing quietly. Patty’s face seemed fundamentally changed, somehow, and it took a moment to see that she looked truly happy for the first time since I had known her. She was relaxed and excited at the same time, filled with new confidence, eager to try out her new red bikini on the male public. I was happy for her, too.
I turned and crawled back across the hall, being as quiet as possible. I felt as drained as though I had been responsible for Patty’s climax myself, and I didn’t even *attempt* to stand.
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Two tall trees are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow
between them. One tree says to the other: “Is that a son of a beech
or a son of a birch?”
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The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies: “It is
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Ahmed is 68 Abigail is 18. Can he take a white girl, at his age?
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We made two contacts very quickly one a bit nearer than the other. This was a girl and we went there first. It wasn’t what you would expect though!
The second of One Long Weekend
Takin Care Of Business
This is a true story about me and my best friend. I have changed our names to remain anonymous.
My name is Josh; I come from a small town in upstate New York. There isn’t much to do in a small town except hang out with friends and get into trouble. My best friends name is Tim; if we’re not together then we’re probably talking on Facebook or texting each other. We’re both 20, I’m six feet tall, brown hair blue eyes and muscular, on the thin side. Tim is a little shorter than me with jet black hair and blue eyes and is thin as a post and almost hairless. My dick is just over seven inches long uncut and this is the story of how I found out how big Tim is.
One night I had the house to myself so I called Tim to see if he wanted to watch a movie, he was working late so he decided to have a shower before coming over so I did the same. When he showed up we sat around talking for a while then decided to look through my movies. After looking at what I had we decided there would be better movies on Netflix. Like always I couldn’t find anything good that we hadn’t already watched so I randomly chose a movie with hot blonds on the preview and tried it. I turned out to have decent actors and it looked like the story was going somewhere so we left it on.
Fifteen minutes into the movie we realized what we had done, we were basically watching porn. It wasn’t hard-core, but it was still porn. I was getting hard so I move into a position so that Tim couldn’t see my tent. I thought if I was turned on then Tim must be too. Sure enough, I looked down and there was Tim, arms crossed with a little bulge in his jeans. He moved just after I did so I didn’t get to see much, but at least I knew he was horny too. I was so excited, I had wanted to do this for a long time but Tim and I never seemed to talk about sex or porn except in passing.
Half way through the movie I had to say something, I was incredibly horny and had always wanted to see Tim’s dick. Neither of us are gay, I had a girlfriend at the time who kept me busy but I was always curious about what my guy friends looked like. So I said something.
“Hey, Tim.” I said
“What?” He answered.
“This movie is awesome; I didn’t think watching porn together would be this cool”
“This isn’t porn”
“Not really, but it got us both hard”
His eyes went wide but he smiled.
“True” he said “Why don’t we shut it off? I have to go to the bathroom”
I laughed and told him to wait a minute
“Wait a sec, why don’t we watch some real porn? We’re both horny anyways”
He didn’t look very interested but he didn’t say no.
“I’ve got a couple videos I wanted to show you” I told him
So I went online and found the three best porn videos I had ever seen and put them on the big screen, it only took half a second because I had seen them so many times. I put the first one on and sat down. The first was only a couple minutes long but it was probably my favorite of all time. I pressed play and sat beside Tim. As I sat I noticed a big smile appear in his face.
“Oh cool, I’ve seen this before” Tim said “It’s so good, but I didn’t think it was very popular”
“It’s not, but I guess we have similar taste in porn”
“Awesome”
After that Tim seemed Excited to keep going
“That was amazing, what’s the next one?” he asked
“Calm down, this one is from Sweden” I said as I sat down again
“Wow, they’re so hot. Good choice”
“Thanks” I said and laughed a little.
This video was longer so a couple minutes in I said something.
“Okay, I think we’re good enough friends to say this… My dick hurts from trying to hide it”
We both laughed hysterically for a minute and he said his did too. I spread my legs apart and moved the pillow I had on my lap so my boner was totally visible through my jeans. They were jeans so you couldn’t tell too much but it was obvious I had a raging erection. I looked over at him and saw him looking at my bulge, he then spread wide and pulled his jeans to get comfortable and I could then see his boner, I must say, it was exciting. I was so happy he was being so cool about it.
We both looked at each other and laughed a little and went back to watching the video. When the second video ended Tim said he had a video to show me. I said go for it, I love seeing new porn and he put it on. His video was also from Sweden, it was a threesome with the three sexiest people I have ever seen in my life, and it was pretty long too.
After a couple minutes of sitting there with our hard-ons trying not to move too much or touch ourselves too many times I said something.
“Have you ever wondered how big another guy is?” I asked
“Yeah”
“Well… I have wondered about you for a long time”
“Me too” Tim said
“Oh, well, how big are you?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never measured. How big are you?”
“I’ve never measured either”
I had, I just wanted to compare, I’m sure he knew exactly how big he was too.
“Want to compare?” I asked
“I guess” Tim said
We looked at each other and slowly felt for out jeans. I unzipped just as Tim did and we pulled out our dicks at the same time. Tim was uncut and about six and a half inches long. He was hairless all the way down to the little patch of black hair above his dick. His dick was a little shorter than mine but it was also much thinner so mine looked larger. After watching all that porn we both had some precum but Tim was dripping. I had never seen so much precum.
“Wow, nice dick” I said
“Thanks” Tim said “but yours is way bigger”
“Not really, just a little longer. You have so much precum, is there always this much when you watch porn?”
“Not always, but I’m pretty horny right now”
“Me too”
“Can I feel it? I’ve always wanted to hold a bigger dick.”
“Sure, but only if I can hold yours”
“Okay”
So we moved together on the couch and Tim grabbed my hard dick.
“Wow” he said as he pulled my foreskin down over the slippery head. Then I grabbed his and started jerking slowly.
“Oh my god, it feels so much better when someone else does it” Tim said as he started moving his hand up and down on my dick. I couldn’t believe how much precum he had, it was dripping all over my hand as I was jerking him.
“want to really compare?” I asked
“Sure”
So I sat up on my knees on the couch and got Tim to do the same. We knelt face to face with our dicks inches apart and took off our shirts. I slowly moved forward until the tips of our dicks touched and both our dicks jumped a little. I then grabbed them both and brought the tip of mine to his pelvis. Just as I thought, mine was only about an inch longer but much thicker. I felt his precum on my balls and I started rubbing our dicks together, mine on top of his at first, then I brought them both up so they were pressed against each other and I started jerking them together. Tim was so wet it was like we were using lube. Just as I was ready to change positions the video stopped so we both stopped and sat down.
I put the last video I had in mind on, it was a video of pulsating cumshots. I sat down on the couch again and Tim and I started jerking each other off.
“Dam this feels good” Said Tim
“I know” I said, “I think I’m going to cum”
“Okay, me too”
So we sat even closer together, so there was almost no space between us and slowed down. Watching the cumshots in the video and jerking Tim set me off. I always shoot hard but this time I shot at least eight ropes over my shoulder past Tim’s face and slowly pulsed to a finish on my chest.
“Wow, that was amazing” said Tim “I’m about to cum”
Tim shot twice as much as I did and it came out hard. He god cum on his chest and mine, he shot a good ten ropes without even thinking. After that we both kept rubbing each other for a while which soon turned to just feeling each other all over and after we got cleaned up we laid in my bed and took a long hard nap. I don’t know what Tim dreamt about, but I was dreaming about our next adventure.
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Club Fatale, Pt. 3
Chapter Four – The Commodore
The Commodore’s mansion was more like a stronghold then a palatial estate. I was reminded of circa-1600’s colonial forts, like those of Port Royal and St. Kitts. It had the same cliff-side positioning. To say that the mansion was well-appointed was an understatement. From the décor and artwork that I saw just walking in the front gate, I estimated a value in the vicinity of $20 million.
The terrace was not to be believed. It was flanked by statues of Greek gods all around, and looked down on harsh black rocks and frothing waves below.
But it was the female décor that inspired the most.
Two dozen white-collared women were scattered about in various states of undress. One and all, they were gorgeous: with the beauty of models and actresses. Some of them, I would say, even reached the level of supermodel. Not a single male was present. Even the servants that I saw were women. I counted a waitress, a bartender, a chef, a manicurist and a pair of masseuses on my first glance.
The rest of the girls were for decoration. Some were bound and chained, receiving whippings at their master’s pleasure. Others had been hung up by the ankles or by the long tresses of their hair. A young red-haired girl twisted in the wind, strangling slowly for the Commodore’s pleasure.
I did a double-take. It was Patricia, the tennis player I had met the previous day.
I shook my head in disbelief. I had arrived on Olympus.
“There’s the man of the hour!”
The loud, booming voice shook me out of my daze. And, with great reluctance, I tore my eyes away from the decadent feminine view.
The Commodore was a white-haired man in his early seventies, though he seemed hardy and hale beyond his years.
“Mr. Anderson, welcome!” He shook my hand in an iron grip. “I trust that you’re settled in?”
“Oh, yes, Commodore,” I replied. “I’ve been here nearly 20 hours, already. And jetlag has never seemed to affect me.”
“Did you happen to catch Bonfire Night, last night?”
“Yes, indeed,” I answered. “It was very intriguing. But I didn’t see you there. I’d have thought that such a spectacle would’ve drawn your presence.”
“Well, I like to provide the members with time of their own. I sometimes feel as if they treat me as more of a father or leader then a compatriot.”
“But you wish to be the commander,” I said. “Even your title expresses a kind of formal respect and dignity. I suspect that you enjoy your managing responsibilities far more then you let on, sir.”
“So I do, Mr. Anderson!” the Commodore said, smiling. “So I do. May I call you Evan?”
“Please do, sir.”
The Commodore and I passed Patricia, as we walked, and I was drawn to the desperate kicking of her long, slender legs. She seemed much taller now, stretching her neck on the gallows before me.
“You like?” the Commodore asked.
“Definitely,” I replied.
The lithe girl’s bosom shuttered at every breath. She gasped and wheezed, struggling for oxygen. Already her lips were turning blue.
The Commodore watched in silence; I in fascination.
Patricia’s eyes were on me: watching, pleading, and begging. It was altogether erotic to feel that weight, to know that I had the power to ease her suffering. Perhaps a few words to the Commodore and he would spare her for me. As it was in life, the greatest cruelty was often to do nothing. She took one last, shuttering breath and was still.
“Fascinating, isn’t it?” the Commodore asked.
I nodded, eyes locked on her still lips. I had been fantasizing about facefucking her off and on since I had met her. Now I would never get the chance.
“I still never tire of watching one of them pass,” the older man said. “I had been wondering what young Patricia tasted like. I suppose that now I’ll be able to find out.”
And he winked at me. I looked sideways back at him.
“I would be glad to have Sonya prepare her for you, Evan. You can never have too much Femme-meat around. What do you say we split her, half and half? ”
“That’s very generous, Commodore!” I said. “Thank you.”
Though I would never receive that blowjob, I took solace in the fact that I would be able to experience Patricia more intimately than I had ever dreamed possible.
The Commodore led me to a table and we sat. Emmanuelle was there, standing passively.
“Well then, Evan. You have your beach house, with all the amenities. You have your two starter Femmes, the sisters: sweet Jana and sweeter Karina. Emma has provided you with your collars, yes?”
I nodded and asked: “I noticed the colors of the collars. I was wondering about their meanings.”
“You’re a curious one, aren’t you?” the Commodore asked, with a smile. “What do you think they mean?”
I was about to reply that I didn’t know. But then, suddenly it hit me.
“It’s ranking system,” I said, as I ordered it in my mind. “It starts at black: no color. Then you give the newest members violet, the darkest of colors. Jacob said that he’s been here for a couple of years and his girl wore blue; Dan Gates claimed that he was here from the beginning. His girls wore red. And you, your girls wear white: the most colorful. All colors combined into white light.”
“By the gods!” the Commodore thundered. “Twenty-five years I’ve been doing this and that is the first time that someone has figured it out without being told! You really didn’t know, did you? No, of course you didn’t. I could tell if you were lying. And no member would tell you, not after being in the dark himself for so long. Add to that the fact that Emma is smiling like a proud mother and I can see that you really did figure it out!”
I looked at Emmanuelle. I expected her to try to hide the smile, but she didn’t. It was a pretty smile of pride and she let it beam on me.
“Well, what should I do?” the Commodore mused and turned to Emmanuelle. “What do you think, dear? Advance him a rank or two?”
“Two, my darling,” she said. “Jacob is blue and he still doesn’t understand the significance of the colors.”
“She’s right!” the Commodore boomed. “You are hereby advanced to Blue, though I’ve never advanced a man up two levels on his first day. I warn you, though. Don’t tell anyone the secret. If I find that you have, you will forfeit your levels.”
“As you say,” I replied.
“Emma will trade in your violet collars for blue later on.”
“Now,” he said. “On to more pressing business. You have been accepted as a provisionary member of Club Fatale. You are the 47th member in its history, and, currently the 33rd active member. You are the owner of a 2.4% share of the operation. I, myself, control a fixed 20% share of all operations. We currently provide a yearly dividend, but it is small, as most of the earnings are sunk back into operations on this island.”
My eyes widened. “You turn a profit here?”
“Oh, yes,” the Commodore said. “We have business in many parts of the world, some legal, some less so, but we manage to break above even almost every year.”
“I congratulate you on your business skills, Commodore,” I said. “I can only imagine the kind of overhead you have here.”
“Yes, well, it is costly,” he admitted. “Femmes are our major expense, of course. But we have developed a new way to lower cash outflows.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Breeding,” the Commodore said. “I have experimented with Femme-breeding on a limited basis over the past twenty years and it is now beginning to pay off.”
My mouth must have been hanging open, because the Commodore smiled and laughed.
“Perhaps you would care to aid me in my program, Evan?”
“What do I have to do?”
“From time to time, I would ask you to couple with a very special woman. Trust me, the experience will be erotic and unique. Any child conceived from the pairing would be the property of the Club. And of myself.”
“What about the males?” I questioned.
“Oh, we have ways of assuring the birth of a female child, Evan. It doesn’t work the other way around, though… But that it is of no consequence for business purposes.”
I was intrigued at the erotic and decadent possibilities of such an arrangement. I found myself nodding. “I agree, Commodore.”
“Excellent!”
“I do have some questions on the Femmes, Commodore,” I said.
“Ask away!”
“Well,” I started. “How exactly does one go about acquiring Femmes?”
“Ah, yes!” he said. “The rules! Well, first of all, there are five types of Femmes: graded C through AAA. Grade-C Femmes are used for staff positions mostly. Fucking them is completely within the rules and snuffing one of them isn’t particularly troublesome. Grade-Bs are of higher quality, but are still plentiful. They are available in the commissary for the modest charge of $100,000. Grade-As are of fine quality. Each member receives one per month, at no charge, and any additional acquired will be available in the commissary for the sum of $200,000. There is a waiting list, so if you are going to be doing some serious snuffing I advise that you get your name on it as soon as possible. In addition, three Grade-A snuff-puppets will be available in separate lottery drawings once per month.”
“And the others: Grades AA and AAA?” I prompted.
“AAs are rare and precious gems,” the Commodore said. “Any that become available will be auctioned off at the earliest opportunity. Purchasing one is not for the faint of heart, however. They often go for well over a half-million apiece.”
I looked at Emmanuelle.
“Ah!” the Commodore said. “You have a fine eye, son. Emma is indeed a Grade-AAA. The first, and one of the finest, that we ever procured. I paid several million for her at the auction block. If you are looking to find one as fine, I can only tell you that they come along, on average, once a year. As a consolation, I can tell you that every time a member advances in rank he receives a Grade-A Femme, which entitles you to two choices from the commissary, already! Have I made things clearer for you?”
I nodded. “Much clearer, Commodore. And thank you!”
“Good,” he said. “Now a drink!”
We were served an excellent Bordeaux by a youthful girl in a white summer dress, who knelt at our feet. I looked at her, admiringly. Her shiny black hair and white dress was uniquely cut to bare one shapely breast. It made her seem like a goddess.
“You like her?” the Commodore said. “Partake if you wish.”
“Thanks, but no. It would feel inappropriate, right now.”
“Evan,” the Commodore said, seriously. “There’s no such thing. Pleasures of the flesh are as natural as eating and drinking. They should not be denied or hidden away. They should be enjoyed and reveled in, celebrated and shared. Would it interest you to know that she is my daughter?”
Momentarily stunned, my glance slid to Emmanuelle. The gorgeous blonde’s eyes were locked on me, her mouth tight.
“Yes, Enya is her daughter, as well,” the white-haired man said. “And a better fuck in the known world I’ve yet to find. I partake of her all the time on this terrace, with her mother kneeling beside.”
“And you wouldn’t be upset at my intruding?”
“I wouldn’t, no,” the Commodore said. And his eyes flicked to Emmanuelle.
“But your wife would,” I said.
“I love Emma,” the Commodore told me, “but she doesn’t understand the truth of pleasuring.”
“And what is the truth?” I asked.
He leaned forward to stare into my eyes. “That sacrifice is the ultimate aphrodisiac,” he said, intensely. “Fuck her, now, Evan. Take all the pleasure that you want from her.”
I looked at Emmanuelle. She seemed serene on the surface, but I could see past the act. Her eyes practically begged me not to do it.
“Very well…” I said.
“I knew that you would reconsider,” the Commodore said and smiled. “What’s your poison, Evan? Ass, mouth or twat?”
“I think I’m in the mood for something a little more exotic,” I said as I mused. “How about a titty-fuck?”
The girl’s head was down, but I could see her lips quirk into a small smile.
“Ha, Ha!” the Commodore cooed. “A man of like mind! Enya, if you would see to our guest, please?”
“Of course, father,” the girl said in a small voice. Her voice was quiet, but had a temblor to it that was very arousing.
Enya slid over to me and got to work. She pulled down her dress and revealed both of her large breasts, which I squeezed. She pulled my cock out and slapped it between her tits. I moved my cock in between the massive orbs while I tweaked her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
It was heavenly.
Less than twenty minutes ago, I was being sucked off by Enya’s mother and now, here I was getting a tit-wank from one of her beautiful daughters. I squeezed her breasts around my cock and fucked in and out.
The Commodore gestured to Emmanuelle and she walked to him and sat on his lap. She watched the show with hot eyes upon her daughter and I. She wore an unreadable look, as he caressed her breasts through the material of her blouse.
“Enya’s quite the little vixen, isn’t she?” the Commodore asked.
I nodded as I continued to fuck her tits.
The Commodore’s hand roamed freely about Emmanuelle’s chest. He pushed her blouse up, revealing his wife’s tits to my wandering eyes. I studied them as I fucked her daughter’s breasts. As far as I could tell, neither pair could gain an edge on the other. Mother and daughter both had perfect, full tits.
I tore my eyes from Emmanuelle, as Enya worked on me with her chest.
“How many daughters do you have, Commodore?”
“Six,” he said and looked around the terrace. “At the moment. But no sons. I’m shooting blanks when it comes to that matter. And the doctors can’t seem to help me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.
“It’s no big deal, son.”
I looked up into Emmanuelle’s eyes. Her hand was under her skirt and she was openly playing with herself. My mouth fell open at the thrill, and I realized that Enya was getting me very close to release.
“You will have to excuse me for a moment, Commodore,” I said.
“Of course,” he said with a smile. “Take your time, son.”
I nodded, very close to the edge.
“Oh, oh, sir!” the girl exclaimed, voice trembling, as I came upon her tits. White streaks sprayed from my cock across her large, warm mounds and some of my seed landed on her face and lips.
She looked at me as she licked the come from her lips.
“Oh, god, thank you, sir!” she cooed.
“Bravo!” the Commodore cheered.
The Commodore motioned the girl to him and she stood, bent to his face and kissed him full on the mouth. His fingers played on her breasts and he scooped some of the come from the left tit and he raised it to her lips. I watched, aroused as the young girl sucked my jizm from her father’s fingers.
“There is a bit left, Enya,” he said, softly. “Give it to your mother.”
I watched as Enya moved to Emmanuelle. Emmanuelle suckled her daughter’s breasts, sucking up my come for the second time today and swallowing it; all the while, with her eyes upon me. Quickly, she flashed a look at her husband and he nodded with approval. She continued until her daughter was cleaned.
“Well,” the Commodore said after several minutes. “I have some business to attend to right now, so I will walk you out. Enya!”
Together the Commodore and his daughter walked me back inside.
“Your first order of business, Evan,” the Commodore began, “is to acquire a working knowledge of snuffing. I have just the teacher for you. A woman with some twenty years of experience in the field. You will see Angelique. I advise that you listen to her. She knows pleasurable things that even I don’t comprehend.”
“Sounds invigorating, sir.”
“Oh, and Enya will spend the next couple of nights with you so that you can experience her fully.”
My jaw nearly dropped again.
“I would, however, like her returned in working condition when it is time!” he cautioned.
I watched as the girl blushed, barely containing a smile.
My eyes went wide and my cock seemed to harden. Was the girl really amused at the prospect of me snuffing her?
“You are too generous, Commodore,” I said.
“Not at all,” the Commodore replied. “In return, though, I would enjoy a night with the Sweads: Karina and her sister. They are the most wonderful cocksuckers. And I really do enjoy watching Jana suck on Emmanuelle’s pussy. She makes her come like nothing I have ever seen. Perhaps I’ll have my daughters Erin and Evelyn joins us, as well.”
“You’re lucky, sir,” I said. “I almost snuffed Karina with my cock upon awaking this morning.”
“That has happened before, upon occasion. I suppose I had better get my piece of her while she is still with us! Good day, Evan!”
“I’ll send them right over, sir, and good day.”
I shook the Commodore’s hand and left with little Enya in tow.
Chapter Five – Pool Party
Emmanuelle dropped Enya and me off outside my condo. The tall blonde kissed her daughter on the cheek and wished her a good night. They talked for a few minutes while I collected Jana and Karina and bundled the sisters up. Emmanuelle eyed me once before she left: a look that left me wondering if I had destroyed all that had happened between us.
I took Enya on a walk down the beach. After a few minutes, I spotted Dan Gates and Jacob Nelson relaxing with drinks. Dan had the brunettes, Teri and Tori, with him and Jacob had the ever-present Kelly.
“Hey!” Jacob called to me. “How went the meeting?”
“Not bad,” I replied.
“We had a bet going, Evan, about your ranking in the Club. Dan wagered Teri and Tori against Kelly that you would come out at Violet. I thought that you would advance immediately. Tell me, did the old man raise you to Indigo?”
“No,” I said, smiling to myself. It looked like Jacob would benefit from my good fortune, as well as I had.
“He raised me to Blue.”
I could see Dan’s face fall and Jacob’s mouth hang open in surprise. He hooted with laughter.
“Imagine that!” the younger man said. “I’ve never heard of such a thing. It looks like I won the bet, after all.”
“Keep the girls,” the white-haired man said to Jacob. “I had my eyes on new ones, anyway.”
Dan gave me a dirty look. Taking his collars from the girl’s necks, he stormed off. I couldn’t really blame him for his frustration, but he had made the bet.
“Looks like you girls have got yourself a new master,” Jacob said. He kissed them each on the lips, lingering longest with Tori.
Jacob turned to me. “I really only wanted Tori. I would have traded Kelly and another girl for her, but he suggested the wager. He thought it was a sure thing, I think. If you want, you can have Teri.”
“That’s generous of you,” I said. “But I don’t know if it’s really fair.”
“How about this,” he began. “I have this redhead I’ve been tiring of: Cameron. I’ve been trying to trade her, but I can’t really find anyone who’s into redheads and wants to swap. I was just going to snuff her, but if you’d like…”
I smiled. A redhead. He must have read my mind.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Jacob smiled and slapped me on the back.
“So who is this you have with you? Wait a minute! The Commodore’s daughter, as I live and breathe,” Jacob said, caressing her with his eyes. He turned to me. “Don’t tell me that the old man just gave her to you?”
“Until the morning,” I said.
Jacob looked the young girl up and down. “It’s too bad that we can’t party together, little one,” he muttered.
“Who says you can’t?” the girl cooed.
“A white-collar?” he asked, almost to himself. “You could be trouble, my dear.”
She touched his chest, caressing lightly. “And if no one knows?”
Jacob nodded, considering.
“A private pool party,” Jacob said. “I know where the six of us can get lost for a while. Care to join us, Evan?” He looked hopefully at me. I realized the desperation he was feeling. He wanted Enya, very much.
“Sure thing,” I said. “If it’s a place where we won’t be disturbed.”
“Thanks, man,” Jacob said with a grin.
Pool House 3 was free. Jacob locked the door and pulled the shades so that we wouldn’t be disturbed.
We stripped off our clothes and jumped in. We swam for a while and played several water games. Then Enya spoke up.
“Let’s play another game, baby,” Enya said. She swam up and pressed her tits against his chest. “I and the girls each take turns seeing how long we can stay underwater, sucking you two guys off. We continue until one girl goes too long and passes out.”
“Are you sure about this?” Jacob asked. “That could be dangerous and I wouldn’t want to lose you, little one.”
“I can hold my breath longer than any of them,” she said, nodding to the others. “I’m not afraid of what will happen. Are you?”
I liked the idea and when Jacob looked at me, I nodded.
“Okay, let’s see what you got, girl!”
Sliding beneath the surface, Enya took Jacob’s cock between her lips and sucked. I watched her shimmering, submerged figure for a few moments before grabbing Teri’s head and pushing her under. She looked terrified at the prospect and the exhilaration of her fear made me instantly hard.
Nearly a minute passed and I could feel Teri struggling on my cock. Water games were obviously not her strong suit, so I let her up.
She gasped and retched.
Enya came up for air seconds later and took a deep breath. She seemed none the worse for wear. The girls switched. Kelly went down on me second, while Jacob took Tori. While she was waiting, Enya forced Teri to lick her pussy.
Kelly’s mouth was like a handful of wet silk: warm and squishing. She managed to best Teri’s time by more than half a minute.
Third round: Enya blew me while Kelly sucked Jacob off underwater.
Enya’s eyes were open and I watched her beneath the watery barrier. I imagined how amazing it would feel to just hold her and let her go. Would she struggle? Would she accept her fate? I wanted to find out so badly. But after nearly two minutes, I let her up.
She huffed and puffed and spit water.
“Final round,” Enya said when she recovered. Taking Teri’s brown hair, she thrust her under the water and forced her unto Jacob.
Meanwhile, I pushed Tori down and fucked her face with wild thrusts. Kelly swam up to me and we kissed, deeply. My tongue went into Kelly’s mouth while my cock did the same with Tori’s. Minutes passed and I was near the edge.
I held onto Tori’s head, luxuriating in her. I could feel her sucking and gurgling: growing weaker upon me. At the last moment, I pulled Tori up. She gasped explosively, spit and water spraying from her lips and onto my stomach. She struggled to shake the water from her eyes and blinked up at me, retching.
I heard thrashing beside me and looked.
Teri was in trouble. She was struggling with Enya: trapped and held on Jacob’s cock less than a foot below the surface.
“Let’s take this bitch all the way, baby…” Enya cooed to Jacob, sexily. “Don’t you want to, baby? Wouldn’t it be awesome?”
“Fuck yes,” Jacob hissed between clinched teeth. “Do it, girl.”
Enya’s slender hands held the girl down.
I watched as Enya looked into Jacob’s eyes and smiled. I watched the slender brunette convulse and go limp on Jacob’s cock. Bubbles drifted up to the surface and Jacob cried out and came in her drowning mouth.
“Do you want her?” Enya asked, sexily. “Or should I just drown her, baby?”
Jacob caressed Enya’s chin, lightly.
“Fuck her,” he said and kissed her.
I watched as Teri’s struggling slowed and she went limp. At that moment, I came, spewing my seed all over Tori’s face.
Enya smiled at me and then at Jacob. She pulled Teri’s head off of Jacob’s cock. Teri’s black tresses swam in the water like dark tendrils and a white cloud of come drifted in front of her face. A few pathetic bubbles escaped from her lips. Enya ducked beneath the surface and kissed the brunette corpse once. Then she released and kicked the corpse down to the deep end of the pool.
Jacob smiled at her and pulled her up to kiss him.
“Damn! This girl knows how to party, Evan!”
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This story is based on some true events.
Names changed and all.
My name is Chad James.
I have a nice business as a home repair specialist. I could fix about anything, or had other specialists who I could contact and I would handle the job. I worked in fairly wealthy neighbor hoods. I am 20, single, tall and slim and have sandy blond hair. I have a baby face, and lot’s of people think I’m as young as 16. I’m a ’cool’ guy to most women and I have no problem getting girlfriends, sometimes to many.
I got a call from a woman about her kitchen lighting. She wanted to move some lights around. Little did I know she wanted to look me over and never mind the lights. I knocked and she answered the door. She was about 5’5”, long shiny black pinned up hair and dressed casual, a low cut red sweater and black slacks. She had a slim hot figure and a beautiful face and skin. She looked like wealth. Her big house had fancy expensive furniture and all the trimmings. I noticed some nice big tits under her sweater.
She noticed I noticed too. I introduced myself and gave her my card. I said: “A…. Mrs. A. Rothman Gains called about some kitchen lighting to be moved?” She look me over and smiled, said…”Well…come on in.”
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The ‘Rothman’ family was one of the wealthiest in town. I made a mental note of the name ’Rothman’ before I got there. As soon as I saw her I knew who she was. Her last name was now Gains, another wealthy family, but she was the mystery girl,
Amy Rothman.
Rumor had it she was the lusty girl in the family, and liked young boys. I found out later her family paid her to stay out of trouble, and keep the family reputation all clean. She always had a body guard who kept any venturesome young males away. When she turned 30, she was now free from family trust fund rules, but the money stayed. She just turned 30, 3 days ago I found out later.
Well…this was going to be interesting.
She held my arm and walked me to the kitchen and poured 2 cups of coffee. She got right in my face and half whispered: “Sugar?” I was melting fast. I decided to play her little flirting game with her. I half whispered back and said: “Oh my…. yes…sugar would be so wonderful, I love the feeling of hot coffee, with sugar, warming up my insides.” (it was summer) (Ok Amy, your move I thought.) She raised one eyebrow and smiled. I swear I could read her thoughts
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(Well…. a hot flirting man, just the kind I like. I think I might have to fuck him this afternoon, to keep him coming back. If he tests ok, I’ll introduce him to my little private lady’s club. I think all the lady’s just might like to fuck him.)
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Oh…. she was up for this hot ‘flirting‘ game, I could tell. Back she came even closer in my face. She had that one eyebrow up and in a soft whisper this time said: (“…one lump or two?”) I countered with: (“Oh god, I just love two lumps.”) and looked right her big tits. She paused and then began to giggle.
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(Damn, he’s good, I didn’t see that coming. I’m fucking him for sure now.)
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She put in the two lumps and handed me the coffee, still a little stunned by me. She said, “Let’s go sit on the couch.”, and again held my arm as we went into the living room.
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I felt like a lamb being led to a cougars den.
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She sat me in the center of the couch, and she sat to my right, resting on the end of the couch with big pillow behind her head. She put her legs on my lap and smiled at me. Her hands behind her head, showing off her big tits in that sweater. She looked at me like…(’ok Mr. James, your move‘.)
I smiled at her…damn what beautiful face she had…and proceeded to remove her shoes.
I started rubbing her feet softly. Whoa!…she wasn’t expecting that! I watched her eyes go content and her breathing increase strong. She tried not to react and just looked at me still smiling, but just a little pink in the face.
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( …he can’t know I get all horny when I have my feet rubbed, and….oh god he’s doing it right now. Damn, he’s going to fuck me, instead of me fuck him!)
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We didn’t say a word as I started up her legs with my rubbing. I saw her eyes blink a few times and then slowly close. She had on black slacks as I worked my hands up inside her pant legs, rubbing them. She smiled with her eyes closed. Now I was up at her upper thighs, inches from her pussy. She was sucking air to breathe.
(now the fun part)
I said: “Well, I have to get going to another lady’s house, to fix her problem.” Her eyes snapped open and she grabbed my hand. “You’re not going anywhere Mr. James, you haven’t fixed my little problem yet.” I said “Oh?, didn’t you get your lights…. ‘turned on’…., Mrs. Gains?” She smiled real big and whispered: (“..don’t get cute Mr. James, now come here.”) She pulled me up on top of her and put my hands right on her big tits. Oh man did they feel good!…whew! She grabbed my face and kissed me like Romeo must have kissed Juliet. Those beautiful lips, all wet and soft and her tongue dancing in my mouth. My boner was growing right on her pussy.
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Amy thought…..
(Oh damn! (gasp) He’s perfect! I may just have to keep him all to myself….but now he must hear me out, I’ll put a smile on his face 24/7 and he’ll get paid for it handsomely!)
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She held my head and told me about her little ‘private lady’s club’ and how their were several ‘lady’s’ in it. All lonely housewife’s who’s husbands married them by contract, or just were never home for months at a time, doing their big business in Europe and all over. The secret ‘Lady’s Club’ was them, and Amy basically was a glorified ‘pimp’ finding discreet men for them. She said they paid big time for the men to ‘service’ them, and explained the details. First though, she had to test me out. (she lied, she just wanted to fuck me.)
I had a lot to think about.
A $1000 to $5000 dollars a visit! These weren’t old ugly women, they were all in their 20’s and 30’s!
Well, there wasn’t much to think about, now was there.
We slowly undressed each other right there on the couch. She had one beautiful body. I kissed her face, neck and kept going lower. She squirmed and moaned. I sucked her wonderful nipples and rolled them with my fingers, she’d never had that done to her before, and she felt her first nipple cum.
Her face was red with excitement. I dropped down, kissing all the way. She held my head at times, she couldn’t take the tingles. I licked her pubic hair and my tongue found her clit. She jumped and squirmed. She was almost crying with pleasure. I licked her pussy, (she’d never had her pussy licked, ever.) she became a wild woman. She moaned and pulled my hair, slammed her legs around me, pushed her pussy into me and squirmed, shooked and moaned loud! Her whole body trembled and wouldn’t stop. I thought we’d pass out from lack of air. She screamed her climax as I shot a super hot load in her tight pussy, over and over.
She lay there exhausted and trembling. She moaned to me she had never had such good sex in her whole life. Little did I know it was her first full sex.
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Amy’s exhausted thoughts….
(I can’t think…(gasp) he’s twisted my mind with those climaxes. I must have more of him. He knows just how to turn me on!, I almost passed out several times….I’m so weak now… I can hardly move….damn I feel so wonderful…I’ve never ever felt this good in my whole life…I must rest, but I don’t want to let him go… I’m dizzy…so peaceful…so nice to feel this way..
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In her past, her family would pick out guys for her, but they never fucked her!….ooooo…can’t do that with out family consent, they were told, and there was always that body guard. She was 30 yrs old and had only had sex once. It was a ‘quickie’ she snuck with their gardeners son. She was 25 and he was 14 and he was so afraid he couldn’t even cum.
I woke up around 2 am in her big bed and she was sucking my dick so nice. I started in again licking, feeling and kissing those big wonderful tits, we fucked all night, in all different ways. She was a noisy woman, moaning and like to talk dirty as she climaxed. ‘Fuck me good boy!‘ She like to call me ’boy’, and loved it if I held her down by the wrists. She would say: “..take me, boy, take me!”, She couldn’t get enough.
I slept at home all the next day to get some rest.
I put my business on hold.
Amy called. (Damn, she had a voice that makes my dick tingle!)
“Mr. James, come over at 1pm today, I want you to meet a ‘Lady’, and she wants to meet you. I’ll need your bank account number to set up a ‘trust fund’ for you.” She said.
My knees went weak. I slapped my face to see if I was dreaming.
At 1pm I arrived and Amy was dressed in a black full length robe and nothing else, (I found out later.) We kissed and she escorted me to the big couch in her den. She said that a ’Lady’ would be here soon that needs ’attention’. If you make her happy, your new ’trust fund’ will grow.
These ’Lady’s’ had code names. The girl coming was ’Delta’. Amy gave me the full rundown on this woman, What she liked, didn’t like and all the little details. I was to have no memory for any of the women. No questions, they just wanted a good fuck from a man. Each woman had their little desires, and Amy would fill me in on them. I would be known as Mr. James, business consultant.
This ‘Delta’ woman, had me wear a blindfold, so I couldn’t see her. Amy placed it on me and felt my boner. She whispered: (“If she doesn’t fuck you, I will, Mr. James.”) I waited in the den. I heard the door open and close. I smelled a wonderful perfume and felt someone sit down beside me. A woman’s voice said softly: “Can you handle a woman’s needs Mr. James?” I started in.
“Well….oh my…Delta, your perfume is making me dizzy, you have a sensual and sexy voice….(gasp)… its giving me chills. I can just feel your beauty in the air, without even seeing you….wow.”
I hear her breathing pick up fast. I feel movement on the couch. I feel her sitting on my lap and her arms go around my neck.
She whispers in my ear: (….”how dare you make me wet in the middle of the afternoon. (giggle) I need a man to play with, and him to play with me.”) I felt her take my hand and put it under her blouse. No bra and a I feel a warm set of big tits. She continues…(“I have to leave for now, but I’m sure making an appointment with you. I’ll want you to undress me slowly and kiss every inch of my body.”) I felt her gasping breath on my lips. She teased my lips with her tongue. I feel her hand feeling my boner. I hear her shudder and gasp a little. I squeezed her soft tits and fingered her nipples. I felt the heat from her hot breath.
Then…I feel her stand up and hear her take a big deep breath. I hear the door open and close. I wait. I hear some talking about ‘he’s just 16, but he’s a lover‘… then the door opens and Amy comes over and takes my blindfold off, smiling at me.
Damn, Amy is one beautiful woman. She says, with a big smile: “Delta is out there gasping for breath, what did you do to her?”(giggle) I just smiled.
Amy pushed me down on the couch and sat on top of me, her hot legs a stride me.
She stared at me with this devilish smile.
* What I didn’t know yet, was that she had a ‘thing’ for teenage boys, and I was filling that ‘thing’ just perfect. She told me later when she was about 13, she masturbated while thinking about having a young boy who would come in her room and secretly fuck her. Now those dreams of young boy fucking older girl were being fulfilled by me.
I watched her slowly drop her robe off her shoulders, she let it slide down exposing her big tits. I reached up and felt a beautiful set of bare tits as she took her robe clear off. I closed my eyes. I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. I didn’t even have to move as she took it off carefully. I felt her remove my shoes, socks, and slowly undo my belt, button and zipper. She carefully took my pants off and my underwear. That velvet couch was big and I felt her very warm beautiful body come down on top of mine. She reached down and put my dick between her warm legs and hot pussy, and clamped them tight around my dick. She started calling me by my first name, and softly whispered:
(….“Chad, I noticed you looking at me at school. Were you wishing you could be with me alone? I’m not married or anything and you could come over and come up to my room and talk. I have some things you’d like.”….)
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Amy thought….. (..’now I’m getting what I want, a young man who has to have me. Tell me Chad, how bad you want me….oh god… tell me over and over….do I excite you?…do you love my body?….you love my tits, I sure know that. You want to fuck me till I cum for you…say it…your mine right now, I’m taking what I want young Chad…make Amy finally happy.)
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She was fantasizing that I was about 15 or so. She ran her fingers thru my hair over and over. She had her pussy on top of my dick, and was moving back and forth on it. She laid her head beside mine and whispered in my ear. (….“please come over tonight, and I’ll let you play with my body, Ok?”….)
This beautiful woman had been good to me, and I knew what she wanted. I just had to fulfill her fantasy .
I rubbed her body and took the clasp from her hair, and let it flow down her back. I whispered breathlessly:
(….“I admit it Amy,…. I have been watching you at school, you’re the most beautiful woman I‘ve ever seen…(breath)… I get a big erections and have to hide it, but I just have to stare at you…..god….your so hot and beautiful you make me want you so bad. I’ve dreamed of being naked with you so many times.
Of course I‘ll come by tonight….. and I want to feel your body, kiss you and lick you all night long.” ….)
I felt her pussy juice running over my dick. By now she was squirming and hyper. She was gasping hard as she moaned. I could feel her heart pounding. Her hands trembled as she reached down and put my dick in her wet pussy. She said out of breath: “…Oh god Chad…(gasp)….please fuck me now!”…..
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On Saturday I went to see my naughty friend Brooke, arriving at her house I saw that no one else was home. Upon entering I could hear the shower running, making my way quietly down the hall to the bathroom I am thinking of getting a quick peek at the very least or maybe joining her. Silently opening the door I can see her thru the shower stall doors slowly washer her long red hair. Finishing with her hair, I stand and watch as she soaps up and starts washing first her nice big tits with big silver dollar nipples. She begins washing lower and the rest of her body, bending over to wash her legs almost pushing her sweet ass up agnist the shower stall glass. With a rising cock, I begin undressing noiselessly to avoid her knowing that I am there. Just as I about to open the shower stall and join her I see a ruined pair of pantyhose next to the trash can, picking them up I rip each leg off and with a devilish grin I silently open the farthest away shower door and step inside. Coming up behind her I cover her eyes with one hand and whisper “Hi sexy, I’m here to lick, suck, and fuck you to multiple orgasms”. Using one of the ripped off legs I blindfold her with her own pantyhose, keeping her facing the shower head I then place both her hands on the wall in front of her. Looping the other torn leg around the shower head pipe I tie her hands at each end allowing some movement but not too much. Turning her towards me I grip the back of her neck with my right hand I pull her to me for a kiss. My tongue caressing her lips before parting them and curling upwards and licking the inside of her upper lip. Parting her teeth I begin a duel with her tongue that leaves us both breathless. Left hand dragging fingernails up and down her back, across her stomach never going lower…always teasing her. Lower my mouth to her chin I begin kissing and nibbling my way first to her left ear then along her soft throat to her right ear. Down along her collarbone to the middle of her chest licking and kissing. Grabbing her wrists I push her hands to the wall as I suck a hickey in the middle of her chest. Biting my way over to her nipple I just bite down hard enough for her to suck in breath thru clenched teeth. Taking her other nipple in between my thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling as I go lower and suck on her succulent underboob hearing her moan as on one side she feels a little pain and on the other nothing but pleasure. Knowing that I will be out of her reach I sink to my knees kissing down her stomach to just above her excited pussy. Lifting her left leg and placing her foot on the soap holder I open her thighs and press my nose agnist her overheated crotch. Starting with my nose nearly in her asscrack I slowly pull myself forward drinking in her intoxicating scent before I kiss her left thigh almost at the junction of her crotch. Feeling her jerk a little bit at the touch of my lips I stick out my tongue tip and drag my tongue down a hair width away from her sweet pussylips down around her taint and up the other side before biting her right thigh at almost the same spot I kissed on her left. Sliding my tongue back to her taint, I flatten my tongue out and take a long swiping lick up her tasty tight hole, curling my tongue just at the end I manage to split open her stuck together nether lips, up to her clit which I begin to circle without actually touching her lil man in da boat.
After about the 3rd trip around her clit with her hips trying to push her clit into my mouth I center on her clit and using my teeth to lift the small amount of skin covering it, suckle the whole area into my mouth as I gently bite down and flick my tongue across the tasty treat in my mouth. Feeling her hips shudder in response to my manipulation of her clit, I slide my hands up one going to her ass and the thumb pressing agnist her tight puckered pink rosebud and the other hand sliding my middle finger deep into her clutching fuck flower. Feeling her lips agnsit my forefinger and ring finger as I slowly begin to twist and slide my fuckfinger in and out of her tight hot pussy, as my mouth suckles on her clit as a baby would on its momma’s nipple. I can feel and hear her sweet hot nectar begin to coat my finger and make squishing noises as my finger continues to move in and out at a slow pace. Letting her hard clit go with a pop I then begin to take long slow cat licks from my finger tasting her fuck juices up to her clit as I curl my finger and make a “come hither” motion that really causes her hips to jerk and buck agnist my face. Almost too soon I can tell from her labored breathing that she is gonna cum all over my tongue and fingers, along with her velvety tight rear entrance winking agnist my playful thumb I know she will soon be in the throes of an orgasm and I will have to hold her up when her legs give way. Just as my thumb presses in and enters her grasping tight ass, I hear her groan “oh fuck” and can feel her hot slick nectar pour around my fingers as her the waves of her orgasm overtake her and I straighten out my finger and press it agnist her cervix, I can feel every wave come crashing outward with another flow of sticky wet cum as I take and grip her ass in my hands to help support her weakening knees. Holding her agnist the shower wall I keep licking around my finger tasting her sweet juices as her orgasm begins to subside.
Allowing her a few moments of reprieve and making sure she can stand on her own two feet, I take and pull the loop of pantyhose over the shower head. Opening the shower stall door I pull her out of the shower by her pantyhose bound wrist. Forcing her to her knees I slap first her left
cheek and then her right with my hard cock. Keeping her hands above her head by holding onto the pantyhose I feel her begin to pinch and play with my nipples as she pulls her head back and searches out my cock with her tongue. Watching as she finds my swollen cockhead and opens her mouth to
accept and suck on my hardness. Letting go of the pantyhose I feel her begin to scratch and claw her way down my chest, along my stomach and down my thighs, before her right hand drags her fingernails over my sensitive taint causing me to thrust my cock deeper in her mouth as she caresses and
plays with my cum filled shaven balls. Feeling her silky lips slowly glide up and down my throbbing shaft, I watch as my saliva coated shaft comes to light from her sucking mouth, glistening in the bathroom lights, as I feel her running her playful tongue all around my cockhead before she again
impales my shaft into her mouth and my swollen head enters her throat.
Gripping her amber hair in my hands I pull her suckling mouth from my cock. I grab the pantyhose connecting her wrists and wind it around the sink faucet and water handles bending her over at the waist. Standing behind her bent over body I let my cock rest where it may which is across her
slick ass crack. Bending my knees slightly I bring my cock between her thighs; the upper ward curve of my cock follows her fuck crevice almost to a T. I begin to saw my cock back and forth along her pussy, ending with my cockhead pressed agnsit her hard clit; reaching down I pull my cockshaft
away from her and along it to slap back up agnist her, sending chills and shivers thru her body. Rocking back on my heels, my cockhead drags thru her pussylips searching for her opening. Splitting her nether lips apart, my cockhead finds her cum slick entrance; pressing into her I feel her tight opening spreading to accommodate my rigid cock. With her slick silky lips just enveloping my throbbing head I can watch in the mirror and feel her hips begin to move in small circles trying to swallow more of my cock. Holding back I only allow her a small amount of my cock, still teasing her I want her to almost beg for my cock to be buried deep inside her. Reaching around her hips I begin to play with her swollen clit, flicking my fingertips across it like strumming a banjo. Feeling her body shudder under my stimulation, I rock forward onto the balls of my feet burying my cock deep inside her clenching pussy and lifting her onto her tippy toes as I nearly slam her head into the mirror. Resting for a second balls deep inside her
I take and drag my fingernails from her heaving shoulders down along her spine to her sweet ass. Lifting her right leg and placing her knee on counter I can watch in the mirror as my cock slowly appears from deep inside her clutching tight hole. Glistening in the vanity lights I ram my cock back
into her just to slowly drag it back out. Over and over I do this ramming inside her and slowly dragging back out, letting her feel my mushroomed helmet sliding along her sensitive slick channel. Reaching up I take and remove the pantyhose blindfold from her eyes. Dragging my cock back out
from her spasming pussy, I look up and lock eyes with her. Watching her facial expressions as we fuck is almost as erotic as fucking her. Grabbing a handful of red hair I pull her back and kiss her, hearing her rip apart the pantyhose holding her wrists I feel her pinching my nipple and clawing my ass with her long fingernails. Locking eyes again I watch as her hand reaches lower and cupping my cum filled balls I feel her raking my sack with her nails, making me shiver. I hear her tell me to fill her pussy full of cum, to cum deep inside her and push her over the edge again.
With my balls sucked up tight agnist my cock base I thrust deep inside her, cock swelling as the first spurt of jism erupts from my cockhead bathing her cervix with my seed, pulling back slightly as she begins to clutch and orgasm around my cock the second jet coats the inside of her walls. Thrusting
deeply again the next 2 spurts bang weakly agnist her womb. I pull out slowly laying my cock along the soft crack of her ass as the last bit of cum bubbles out of my cock painting her tight pink rosebud with a dollop of man juice that I take and rub in watching her clutch and spasm in her orgasm as
her asscheeks squeeze and massage my softening cock. Leaning over and kissing her shoulders I raise up nibbling on her ear and whispering “I think we both need a shower now.” Of course we play around some more in the shower before climbing into bed and having even more fun…but that is for another story.
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April 11 Dear Diary, Wow, you should have been with us last week!!! Mr. Foxx took me along with him to San Francisco on business!!! Talk about a wild place, diary, I actually saw two men fucking out in the open in the park and nobody even gave it a second look!!! Mr. Foxx gave me one hundred dollars and sent me on my way to explore the city when he was at his meeting!!! I found this little place that advertised live dancing in private rooms, and since I’d never heard of anything like that before I went inside to check it out!!! I bought ten dollars worth of tokens, and a minute later I was in a booth watching a black man with the biggest cock I’d ever seen dancing in front of my little window!!! I slipped a five dollar tip through this little slot, and after he had grabbed it and added it to a large pile of bills on the floor, he came back to my window and began jerking off for me!!! He was really putting on a show!!! After about five minutes and six bucks worth of tokens, I heard a tapping through the wall of my booth, and when I turned to see what it was I was amazed to find that someone had stuck their cock through this little hole between he booths!!! I’m not the brightest guy in the world but I knew right away I was supposed to suck it, and that’s exactly what I did!!! I got down on my knees and put it into my mouth, and after no more than a minute or so I got my reward, a big load of sperm, right down the throat!!! Needless to say I returned the favor, and after having put my own hardon through the hole, I received the first anonymous suck off of my entire life!!! Anyway, that was day one, tomorrow I’ll tell you about day number two!!! April 15 Dear Diary, Mr. Foxx was in a pretty bad mood this morning before he left for work!!! He was mumbling something about tax day, and just to show him how much I appreciated everything he’d done for me I sucked him off when he stepped out of the shower!!! Mr. Foxx has a really big cock and I never get tired of having him blow his cum into my eager mouth!!! Anyway, at least he left the apartment in a little bit better frame of mind!!! Now, back to my trip to ‘Frisco, that afternoon back at the hotel I just couldn’t wait to tell Mr. Foxx about the great discovery I’d made at that dance place!!! He just smiled when I told him how I blew this unknown person who then returned the favor to me, in fact, he got so excited hearing about it he had me lay face down on the bed so that he could fuck me in my tight ass!!! Diary, you know how much I love a good reaming, and while he was fucking me he had me tell him over and over again how much I enjoyed sucking off that total stranger!!! He loves hearing about my overheated sex drive, so as I told him how I got down on my knees and took the thick hardon into my mouth, he nearly lost his mind as he fucked me like wild animal!!! Wow, we both came like gang busters!!! We then went out on the town and had a great dinner and walked hand in hand down Fisherman’s Wharf!!! In the twilight overlooking the harbor, Mr. Foxx slipped his hand inside my pants, and while kissing me deeply on the lips jerked me off!!! He’s just so darn sweet I just love him to death!!! Later that night when we went to bed, I put him gently into my mouth and used his big cock like a pacifier!!! What a trip!!! So long for now, Jamie!!!
April 25 Dear Diary, Last week I had to do the unthinkable, I had to fuck a woman!!! I didn’t want to, but Mr. Foxx made me do it, it was the wife of a client!!! Luckily I got to suck him too, but I before they let me have his cock, I had to fuck her cunt!!! This couple was invited over for dinner, and as usual I was totally naked, and this woman kept staring at my erection, it was really disconcerting!!! Anyway, I served the meal, and afterwards while we sat around and had our drinks, in a very even and hard voice Mr. Foxx told me told me to stand in front of the lady and be still!!! I knew right away what was gonna happen, and I just closed my eyes tight while she sucked my hard dick to orgasm!!! I didn’t care for it much, but really, when it comes right down to it, a suck is a suck, so I wasn’t complaining, that is until when I opened my eyes she had her dress up around her waist and her big hairy pussy open and ready for action!!! Good grief, diary, I prayed they didn’t want me to suck it, but Mr. Foxx then ordered me to do just about the next worst thing when he told me to mount and fuck her!!! I shivered a little bit, nervous as heck, but my master had given me an order, so even though I was reluctant, I slipped inside of her and rammed her until she was cumming like a maniac!!! God, I was glad when it was over, and much to my surprise, as soon as his wife had gotten her gun, her husband exposed his not too large dick, and after a nod from Mr. Foxx, I nearly inhaled it being so happy to be home with a nice hard cock!!! My thankfulness must have shown through, because the old goat erupted in a huge shower of cum all over the inside of my eager mouth!!! Everyone chuckled at my excitement, and even the lady knew what was up and thanked me for taking the time to get her off with my hard cock!!! Anyway, diary, all’s well that ends well, good night for now, Jamie!!!
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Not mine…a great author name love4sis
A wealthy bachelorette hires some fun for the evening.
This is the Third part of three part story.
My first sex story. hehe
My first story was badly written so I’m hoping to redeem myself with this one.
For privacy purposes name and any location information will be changed. My name in the story is
Dave by the way. Also forgive the strange format of the paper, I was using a bad program. Leave comments, tell me if I should write a sequel.
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I’d never really liked high school relationships, I always thought them to be full of drama, and
annoying shit that I didn’t really care to get myself into. I prefered to just get on with my life and go
to college, so I really had never had a girlfriend. I’m not a bad looking kid from what im told, 6’2 with
shaggy brown hair, a good build, 210 pounds which is a lot for my body type but most of it is in
muscle mass. The reason I stay in good shape is I’ve always been a football player, gotta keep my strength up. Anyways, I’d never put much merit into relationships until I met this girl, her name is Karlee, she’s a dancer and a damn hot one at that; shorter charcoal colored hair, very cute face with beautiful eyes, and a body that any man would chop his left nut off just to get in bed with. She has a small petite frame, standing around 5’3, from my guess I would say about a C cup bra size, and a very slim toned stomach topped off with a very tight ass. It’s to die for. There was only one problem, she was only 14 and a freshman, while I was 18 and a senior, not a big deal later in life, but at the time and from where I come from, we call that robbing the cradle.
The first day I met Karlee I was astounding at how cute she was, just watching her
gracefully move around the room with that perfect dancer style gave me a huge hardon. I was even more suprised at her age, a girl that young I would’ve been sure would have been just another annoying freshman but she was quite mature for her age and her looks made her look just as old as she was mature. I loved it.
One day I was in class, Karlee and I texting back and forth to pass the time when she
invited me over later that day to help with her math homework. I thought it was a fine idea
considering I loved hanging out with her not only to look at her great body but because she was
a genuinely fun person to be around, she just had that giggly charm that made everything seem
that much funnier.
So later that night around 9:00 PM I hopped in my car and drove down to her house, the
first thing I noticed was that there were no cars in the driveway or garage, I thought this strange
because she always had a sister or her parents home but I just shrugged it off and went up to
the front door. When I knocked she immediately threw open the door and threw her arms around
me in a tight hug, I could feel her boobs mashed against my lower chest and squeezed her
harder. Finally after she let go I noticed what she was wearing, she was wearing a loose pair of
navy blue sweat pants and a tight t-shirt which had the phrase “My eyes are up here.” plastered
right across the front. From what I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra, because I saw no evidence of it the way her chest bounced while she was talking animatedly to me. She dragged me into the house and shut the door.
“Hey do you mind if we just do the homework in my room? My room is the only one with air conditioning right now.” She said.
I agreed because with it being about 90 degrees out I wasn’t about to argue.
“My family is out for the night, they went to a movie so we have a couple of hours to work by ourselves.” She said
Weot into her room and I sat down on her soft egyptian cotton sheets and made myself
comfortable while she went over to her backpack which was in a chair across from me. She bent
over in her backpack apparently looking for her book but I wasn’t thinking about that, all I could
think about was the ample view of her breasts I was getting as she bent over. My suspiscions
were right, there was no bra underneath her shirt. By the this time I already had a hardon just
watching, she glanced up from what she was doing and kind of looked me up and down, then went
back to what she was doing, although I could’ve sworn I saw a grin on her face.
“I think I left it downstairs, I’ll be right back.”
She left the room and I breathed a sigh of relief, now I had time to position my cock to a
“safer” position in my pants so that it wouldn’t be so easily visible should I get more excited. After
I was finished with that I looked around her room and the first thing I noticed was her mathbook
sitting squarely on her desk.
“I’m back” She breathed.
I looked back towards the door and what I saw was breathtaking. There Karlee was wearing
nothing but a small red thong and a matching bra. I gasped at the sight and was frozen there, not
able to do anything. She walked towards me and she pushed me back on the bed where she
straddled my legs and started to kiss me widly, thrusting her tongue into my mouth forcefully. I
was shocked at first but now my body began to take over, I reached up and pulled her down on
top of me and started kissing back, the whole time she was grinding her wet pussy onto my
raging hardon, I felt like I was about to explode right there. Finally after 5 minutes we broke our
lustful embrace and she sat up, still straddling my legs and dick. She slipped my shirt off over
my head and she began to caress my naked chest. Ever so slowly she ran her hands down to
my abs and then she slipped off of me and onto the floor. Then she got down on her knees and
with a swift motion had my pants down to my ankles with nothing now to hold my cock but the
thin layer of fabric of my boxors. She unbuttoned the button restraining my aching dick and
pulled it out, she dasped at first at the size, being about 7 inches she wrapped her small hand
around the head and slid up and down, with each stroke increasing the speed slightly. The
sensation was amazing, after a little while I could feel the tingly sensation and I knew I was
close to cumming.
“Oh god Karlee, I’m gonna cum”
“I can’t let you cum like this”
She raised her head up and quickly took the tip of my cock in her mouth. Immediately
she downed 6 inches of cock and started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her tongue
around my cock as she went. Oh it felt so fucking good and I could feel the cum building in
my balls.
“Oh that’s so fucking good Karlee, don’t stop. Im so close to cumming”
This only urged her to go faster and I watched her boobs bounce up and down when
finally I came in her mouth. I thought she would spit it out but to my suprise she kept my cock
in her mouth and she kept sucking, lapping up every last drop of cum left.
“Now it’s my turn” She said.
Suddenly came the steady hum of the garage door as it roared to life. Followed by the
sound of a car engine pulling into the driveway.
“Shit, you need to go!” She said.
I quickly stood up and pulled my pants up then grabbed my books from the floor while
she put on a pair of shorts and a T. She walked me down to the front door and gave me a quick
hug and squeezed on to my now soft dick.
“Tomorrow night I’m going to need help with my History” She grinned.
I walked out into the hot weather with a little bounce in my step, suddenly I was
beginning to like this whole high school relationship thing…
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This is a fictional account of a man raising his teenage daughter, and this leads to an incestuous relationship. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on. This story does NOT involve forced sex or abuse, but is about a loving, tender relationship that could well happen. If you enjoy, please vote, and comments are welcome.
I knew I should have moved on and not be looking, but something held me, I stood still.
Her naked body was so beautiful, her breasts, larger than mine, held my eyes, I found I couldn’t drag my eyes away, I saw her lifting them as she dried around each one, God but they were beautiful.