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The sleepover pt. 1

This is my first story, please do not be too harsh. Tell me if you want me to write more This is a true story but I have changed the names of all of the characters. The names of the People are made up and are not in any way linked to anyone else with the same name.

Fiction

Vickie’s Abduction part 4

They all agree that he has given them the most exciting sex of their entire lives and do not want to lose that. They all agree that he has shown them the pleasure of the dark kinky side of sex which excites them all.

Fiction

Grandpa’s Journals: The Cowgirl’s Confidence, Partr 2

The sun rose the next morning just as it always does, in the East at around 6:30 in the morning to a cloudless sky. The mountains gave off a pinkish glow from the sunlight splashing off the snow covered peaks of the Three Sisters, just miles away from Sisters, Oregon and the home of my son’s ranch just on the edge of the Willamette National Forrest. As my grand daughter came out to tend her horses, she walked with a special step to her stride. It was one of pride and confidence for she had, on the previous night, let herself turn all of her anger over her looks aside and had fulfilled something that she didn’t know that she had in her. She had stimulated herself into a marvelous orgasm and she had done it in front of me, her loving grand father.
I had watched from my perch just outside of her window and even though she had turned off the light to her bedroom, I could still make out, under the glow of the of a full moon, the white image of her naked body as she felt, fondled and stimulated herself into a full fledged orgasmic release. It wasn’t her first one but it was her best, most intense one that she had ever had. She no longer felt like the Ugly Duckling of the family. She felt, and rightly so, sensual and desirable to the opposite sex. She felt beautiful, she felt alive.
I heard her singing loudly to her horse and its foal and I wondered if they knew just how wonderful she felt this morning. I didn’t even know the extent of her joyousness until I joined her at the barn and she came up and gave me a rather seductive hug and kiss right on my lips.
“Wow,” I whistled out loud. “What’s gotten into you this morning?”
She just stood there, looking up into my eyes starring, smiling and almost laughing at my question. “I woke up this morning feeling like a real woman, for the first time in my life, I wanted to get up and shout it out to the world. I am a woman and I am beautiful and nothing can take that away from me!” she said with so much enthusiasm that I honestly believed her when she said it. She gave me another hug and then said, “And I have you to thank for feeling this way.”
“Me? What did I do?” I asked incredulously.
“When you touched my legs at the ice cream parlor yesterday I knew right then that you thought that I was beautiful, that I was desirable, that you wanted to touch me, to caress me, to love me. I knew right then that no matter what I thought of myself, that you thought I was worth looking at. And if my grandpa thought so then maybe someone else would think so also,” she explained.
I thought of what she was so excited about for a minute and then said the only thing that I could think of at the time, “I think so, Susan honey,” I said with a tear in my eye. “I think that you are beautiful.”
We finished with her chores and walked back to the house hand in hand. Susan thought for a second and then told me that she had to go into town this morning and she didn’t want me to join her. I thought that this was rather strange but told her that I had some stuff to do over in Bend so I would see her this afternoon and turned to go into my rig. I wondered what she had on her mind but I decided that I would find out if and when she wanted to tell me.
The rest of the week flew by. Thursday was the big day for Susan to get her braces out and she spent the entire afternoon having her cavities filled before her graduation on Friday. I had talked with my son about the Lasik procedure that I wanted to give her for a graduation present and although he said it was too much money, gave me his blessing to go ahead and make all of the arrangements. I scheduled it for the middle of June and filled out an envelope with a note inside to give her on the evening of her graduation. She knew that I was thinking about it because I had accompanied her to the local eye doctor but she had no idea I had finalized the procedure.
On Friday around 2:30 in the afternoon, she had her hair styled and when I saw her come out into the living room of the house, I almost started to cry she looked so marvelously beautiful. Her fresh clean smile was no longer distracting to the onlooker and her long curly red hair had a soft, shorter wave to it and it was much more attractive than it use to be. She wore a nice green dress that made the color in her face stand out and shout, “Hey, look at me because I’m beautiful!” and all of the rest made me want to bust my seams with pride.
Even her brother and father took notice of the changes in her appearance but her mother’s reaction was priceless. After looking at her daughter for a moment, studying her up and down, she said, “Where was I when you became so beautiful?” and broke down into tears.
The graduation went off without a hitch. Everyone yelled and cheered when their senior came across the stage to receive their diploma. Some people had more than one group cheer them on but when it came time for Susan to get hers, there was a strange murmuring fill the room as you could hear the whispers asking who this beauty was.
I did not cheer nor did anyone else. Every eye in the place was following her as she walked across the stage yet no one knew who she was. I wanted to cry I felt so bad for her but the look on her face told me that it didn’t matter to her one bit,. so as she got the diploma from the principal, I stood up and chapped and shouted out at the top of my lungs, “Way to go Susan, I love you!” She stared at me with a big grin on her face as it turned an instant shade of crimson.
That night I was so anxious to go to her window and wait for her to disrobe for me. I looked at my watch and it said that it was past 10:30, in fact it was almost 11:00 o’clock. Just as I was about to give up and walk away, the light came on in her room and I saw my pajama clad grand daughter walk over to her dresser and pull something long and thin out of little tube and place it right by the night stand. It was a tampon and that told me there was not going to be any shows for a week or so.
It was just as well because the temperature turned down right hot for the month of June. It rose to near 100 during the afternoons and it didn’t cool down until much later in the night. Susan had had her eye surgery and had come through it fantastically. She now looked so beautiful without the glasses that my heart skipped a beat every time my own eyes made contact with hers.
My son and Brandon took their horses over to the Triple J to board them over there while my daughter-in-law traveled to San Francisco to attend a protest over some poor, little heard of animal or insect or something. That left us to ourselves, all alone at their ranch to do whatever we wished.
It was the middle of July when Susan came over to my rig one evening and knocked at my door. She sheepishly asked if I wanted to go for a walk and talk a little. I told her “Sure,” and wondered what she had on her mind. We hadn’t done much since graduation as far as really being with each other. I didn’t feel invited to come to her window at night and we never got a chance to be alone much with her mother around so much. But now she was asking me to go for a walk and to talk, so I had hopes for a rekindling of feelings between the two of us.
We walked along in silence for awhile, just enjoying the evening’s warm breeze. She said that she had been so busy lately with the horses and all and I told her that I had been also, but I didn’t try to explain what I was doing in town all the time. But when she ask me if I remembered back in June when she went into town and told me that I couldn’t come with her, well, she said that she had gone to the family doctor to get on the pill and that now she had been on them for over a month. She stopped and looked up at me, right into my eyes and asked, “Will you make love with me Grandpa? Will you show me what it’s like?”
I was dumbfounded, I was in shock at the question but I was turned on as hell with excitement. “Are you sure you want me to teach you about sex?” I asked her with doubt in my question.
She continued to look into my eyes as she just nodded her head yes and said, “Uh huh.”
“I got you something, it’s just a little present that I picked up in town the other day just in case we ever had the opportunity to go, ah you know, be alone together, kind of on a date or something. I’ll give it to you when we get back to my rig and if you seriously want to know if I would make love with you, the answer is in the present. My God, Susan, I‘ve hate to admit it but I’ve thought of nothing else since I saw you that night when you turned off your lights and, well, you know.”
She just turned down her eyes and whispered, “I know. I wanted to tell you this for over a month but I wanted to wait until I was sure that they were working. The Doctor said to wait for a full month before, ah, having relations so it had been a month now so when do you want to do it?”
“Let’s take it slow and naturally,” I said, trying hard to hide my enthusiasm. “How about we go back to my rig, I can give you my present and we can take it from there. Maybe we’ll do it tonight, maybe we’ll wait until tomorrow night,” I told her.
“Or maybe we’ll do it both nights?” she asked with smile on her face.
I laughed at her joke and bend down and gave her a big kiss on her lips. She responded to this show of affection with her arms around my neck, jaw extended, open mouth kiss right back as we melted into each others arms. I was pulling her so hard into me that I worried that I might hurt her tender little waist line but as she sighed in between kisses and pressed her hips into mine, my hands grabbed her by the butt and I pulled her off the ground. In doing so, she swung her legs around my waist and pressed her crotch into my groin area, kissing me as hard as she possibly could.
We were so turned on when we broke off the passionate groping of our bodies and walked back to my rig that I had trouble knowing what to do or to say. Stopping her outside, I went on in to retrieve my gift for her and when I came back out with the box, I told her to go back to her room, take a nice cleansing shower and put on the outfit that I had purchased for her. When she was ready, she was to come on back out and we would see where it led us.
She got a devilish grin on her face as she took the box under her arm and fairly flew back to the house to follow my instructions. I nervously took a quick shower of my own as I put on some nice clean clothes and settled down to wait for her to return. I wanted a drink but decided that I would refrain just this one time because I wanted to make sure that I had a full remembrance of this evening.
I waited and waited for her return while fidgeting with my shirt and trousers. I ran back into my rig to change my shirt back to the more casual one that I put on in the first place and was coming back out wondering if I should go back in and change it back when she stepped around the corner of the 5th wheel and I detected the softness of the flowing dress that she was wearing.
The dress looked absolutely fabulous on her and I got an instant hard on just looking at her wearing it. The white, soft cotton blouse was loosely cut into a peasant’s style that came down over the shoulders and was held up by the elastic band running through it and her breast line. The delicate embroidering on the two inch collar that covered her breasts had eyelets sown into the fabric and softly hung over the breasts accentuating the smooth flowing shoulders of the wearer.
The full, flowing skirt was made from yards of the same material with the eyelets embroidered into the lower third of the calf length garment and it swished around her legs as she walked. But as she crossed in front of the setting sun, I saw the best of my purchase in the matching panties that I detected her wearing underneath the flowing dress. My heart skipped a beat as she twirled around, sending the hem of the skirt flying outward and showing off her white delicately tapered legs.
She grinned at me with excitement as she stopped her spin and then held out her arms and asked, “Well, what do you think?”
“I think you look fantastic!” I said. “But the question is, what do you think?”
She came over to me to put her arms around my waist as she looked straight up in my eyes. Resting there with her crotch pressed into mine she said in low sexy voice, “It makes me feel all warm and sensual, like I’m trying to be as sexy as I can be. Those little embroidered panties really turned me on just looking at them and to wear them just for you, well…”
I gulped a breath of air as I tried to visualize them on her beautiful little body but my mind was too busy to recall the vision back from my memory so I just smiled and gave her a big hug. She asked me if I wanted to take her for another walk in the sunset and I indicated that I would like that so we slowing walked arm in arm towards the setting sun as we both tried to get control over our emotions.
As we walked towards the mountains and the setting sun behind them, I placed my hand on her shoulder and caressed it softly as well as her neck. She cuddled into my touch and then reached up with her hand and placed it right on top of mine and gave it a little squeeze. I rubbed her back briefly as I took my hand away again to purposely feel for a bra but my fantasies were realized when I felt only flesh under the blouse.
She looked up into my eyes as if to say, “I’m not wearing one,” and gave me a little smile of knowing. I almost melted right there as we slowly came to a halt. She turned in front of me and I had to ask her, “Susan Honey, would you do your ol’ grandpa a favor? Would you stand right there in front of the sunset, spread your legs a little and pick up your collar so I can see you better?”
She just smiled a nervous sort of smile, bit down on her lower lip and picked up the collar on the blouse of her dress. She very slowly separated her legs to let the sun shine through and expose my eyes to the most wonderful treat. I took my time to inspect every little aspect of the silhouette of her wonderful body, its fullness, its shape and its tantalizing whiteness as it shown under the shade of the dress. I could make out the image of her nipples as they began to stand out from her pink areolas. I could barely see the matching eyelets that adorned the panties that covered her most sacred area as she started to squirm under my scrutiny. I then held out my hand and said to her softly, “Let’s go back to the 5th wheel and get comfortable.”
We walked back to my RV in silence for the most part and I let my hand wandered down to rest on her hip and waist area. I could feel the bareness of her soft skin and then I felt the firmness of elastic line of the waistband so I ran one finger around on the edge for about an inch on either side and got terribly turned on just thinking of this evening.
As we got back to the rig, I let my hand trail down as she stepped up to enter the 5th wheel and I lightly touched her hip and her rear end. I got this strange sensation of need from deep within my soul but I knew that I should go slowly, very slowly and tenderly. This was her big moment and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil it. So I stepped up and entered after her and followed her into the living quarters of the rig. There I stopped her and as she turned around I pulled her close and put both arms around her shoulders.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked her tenderly.
“I think so,” she answered in a soft little voice.
“Do you want to talk or have a Coke or anything?” I asked, suddenly felling like a young teenager on his first date.
She just smiled and shook her head “no” and then took me by the hand and led me towards to bedroom. I followed her into the room and when we got there, standing right in front of the closet mirror, I put my hands on her shoulders and started to give her a gentle yet firm massage. Looking into my eyes through the refection, she gave me a smile as she almost closed her eyes in appreciation.
I was kneading her shoulders with my firm hands and she was really enjoying the stimulation that I was causing her muscles but when I lowered my touch down to her chest area and inserted them under the opening to her top, she ceased her breathing and opened her eyes for just a second before moaning out loud and re-closing her them.
My hands found her skin to be lusciously soft and tender as they went down the inside of her blouse. But as they reached her full, firm breasts and settled right on top of them, I also had to remember to let out my air that I had been holding before I started getting light headed.
I found her nipples with my fingers and stopped to twist and pull on them just a little before taking all of her breasts into my palms. She had her head back on my shoulder with her eyes tightly closed, enjoying every second of the manual stimulation that I was affording her, as they cradled into each hand. I would heft them gently by bouncing them up and down but when I gripped them firmly into my grasp and pressed them flat against her chest, she opened her mouth and gave out a mighty groan of pleasure, letting me know what a glorious feeling I was bring to her.
I slid the elastic neckline of the peasant’s blouse down around her elbows, exposing her ripe breasts to my eyes and even more to my manual assault. She opened her eyes just long enough to observe my hands on her breasts and a quick glance up into my eyes before she leaned her head back into my shoulder and closed them once again to feel the firm groping of her beautiful full breasts. They were superb in every way imaginable; so soft, so firm and so white because of her fair complexion. But as I continued to massage them, I began to crave her more and more.
I began to kiss her neck as my hands continued with their work. She was staining her chin upward, opening her throat up to my oral assault. I began to remove her arms from the blouse of her dress, urgently pulling it down and thrusting her arms through the gaping holes until the blouse fell down to her waist where it gathered in a heap. Now she was bare from the waist up and I was devouring her with my eyes.
Feeling the freeness of the cool night air on the skin on her bare chest, she turned around and greeted me with her hips pressing into my groin as she threw her arms around my neck and drove her body into mine. She ground it into me as I ground back into her while I walked her back to the bed and gently laid her down. I kept her in my arms and softly lay down on top of her. She moaned out loud in between our kisses as I drew up my knee up to place it directly on her crotch.
She was kissing me hungrily now with the passion that was building inside of her as I was frantically trying to undo the buttons on my shirt. She opened her eyes and helped me with this endeavor and soon had it flying to the floor while fidgeting with my belt buckle. This time it was I who succeeded in opening up my pants and it was I who soon had them sliding down my legs and onto the floor. Now, looking down at her bare chest and those two perfectly giggling masses, I threw myself down upon them and took them deep into my mouth.
Gripping one in my tight fist with just the areola and her nipple protruding out between my fingers, I licked and chewed on that spot as she thrust up her chest to feel the thrill that I intended. I was mad with my lust for this girl and I was starting to build up to a gigantic orgasm when I suddenly stopped and told myself that this wasn’t for me but for Susan. I had to control myself and make this all about her and her desires. I had to slow down.
I got up to my knees and slid my underwear down and off of my legs. I looked down at my grand daughter lying there on my bed, naked from the waist up with the skirt of the wonderfully soft sexy dress that I had bought for her riding up her white trim legs. One was bent at the knee and was placed outward and the other one was spread out slightly. I could see her pale white skin show through the skirt and as she slowly opened her eyes to see what was next, I extended my hand out and down to rest it right over her bent knee onto her inner thigh and start the slow process upward to find the junction between the two.
Gathering the skirt up in a ball as my hand made its way up between her legs, I could see her two white thighs slowly come together into a “Y” as they met at the white cotton panties. The matching embroidered eyelets in the underwear allowed a few tuffs of red public hair to stick through the openings and I gained even more excitement from this exposure. My heart was beating rapidly just hearing her pant out her breaths and her hands clutched at the covers on the bed. As I touched her right on the junction, she cried out loud and sucked in on her tummy as she threw her legs widely apart.
I cupped her warm, moist place with my hand and pressed my fingers in between her legs as she continued to squirm out her approval. Rubbing the crotch of the panties right into the moisture was causing a stain laden spot to form on them as I moved my other hand up the outside of her hip, taking the rest of the skirt up to gather at her waist. Then, with both of my hands, I gathered up the entire dress into my hands, pulled the elastic waistband over her hips and down her legs, and soon had it lying in a pile right next to the one of mine.
Looking back up at her two straight white legs, then up to the vision of her two beautiful breasts and the distance between the two that was separated only by a thin covering of cotton fabric, my heart skipped a beat and my breath caught in my throat at the thought that I was soon be doing to and with this beautiful grand daughter of mine. I almost shed a tear of gratitude just thinking about it.
I leaned over and crawled up between those two legs, up until I was resting on my knees right at her wide spread knees, all the while, never taking my eyes off of the prize that was waiting for me. I reached out my hand and placed it right on her crotch once again and started to rub my fingers along her little slit, back and forth until she gasping for air and groaned out her excitement. As I continued to fondle her beautiful pussy through her panties, the moisture began to flow out of her opening and the aroma was more than I could take.
Reaching up to her waistband and pulling down on the panties, I started the long progress down over her hips and down her slim legs. She raised her knees and I slid them over her backside and off of her feet. Her red bushy pubic mound stood brilliant against her lily white thighs but as I placed her legs on either side of my knees, I knew that I had to taste her wonderful, wet pussy and taste it soon. Taking her by the knees with both hands, I spread her out and placed my face directly down on her hot little cunt.
She erupted when I first placed my tongue in between her lips, crying out loud, “OH MY GOD GRANDPA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I slid my tongue up to taste her little nubbin and that brought out another cry of ecstasy. She was thrashing her hips wildly up and down and to and froe in a panic to get away from the stimulation that I was forcing upon her. But suddenly, she dug in her heels and started raising her hips up in a rhythmic motion that told me that now was the time.
I worked my knees up to where they were resting just at her butt with my rock hard cock sticking straight out at her opening. Placing it right between her lips, I nestled it into contact with her vagina and slowly pressed forward. She held her breath as it started into its journey up between her reluctant outstretch vaginal muscles, deep into her womb where no one had ever ventured before. As it reached its full depth and stopped, she let out her breath and mumbled, “Oh Grandpa, it feels so good.”
I told her that I was glad and I wanted it to be good for her and that I would try to control myself but at that very moment, I could feel my loins start to give off that tale-tale sign of an impending orgasmic release and I knew that I had to hurry if I was going to get her off too. I withdrew it to its length and then reversed myself and rammed it home with meaning this time.
She grunted loudly but threw herself into my movement. She wasn’t used to having something rammed up into her vagina but she took to it almost instantly. She griped the covers into her two hands, spread her legs out wide and started ramming her hips up to meet my every thrust. As she built up to her release in a few more short thrusts from both of us, we jointly spewed out our fluids at the same time as we rocked the 5th wheel almost off of its stands.
Over and over she cried out at the top of her lungs, “OH GOD GRANDPA, I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO ME! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, PLEASE OH PLEEAASSSEEEE!” She arched her back and had one of the greatest orgasms that I have ever witnessed. She strained her hips skyward and accepted my every thrust deep within her aching vagina and every ounce of my spitting sperm as it shot out of my rock hard cock.
We both came down from our adventure into a state of exhaustion and slumber. I couldn’t remember being so turned on in my life, except for when I was with Lori a few months ago and I only hoped for this feeling would replay itself many more times before I had to leave. I settled down into my love’s arms to rest and to reflect. I felt so much love for her and then she whispered into my ear, “I love you Grandpa, I really do love you.”

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Fantasy

The Little Mermaid (Part 1)

I enjoy erotic fiction that is based on movies we know and love. I don’t see much of this these days so I thought I would change that. This is my first story so I hope you will be kind about your suggestions.

True Story

My cuz nikko 2

It was about 6:30 and Chelsea went home. Since we were family my mom stayed to talk to nikko’s mom. His brother was out and his sister was at a friends house. We were all alone up in his room with our moms talking downstairs.
“How long are we going to do this?” I ask him concerned.
Hes laying with his head on my lap. ” I dono. Y? ur not gonna tell anyone right?”
“of course not u idiot” I say a liltle agitated that he would think i would be the one to fuck things up.
“Right. Srry” he said sitting up getting really close to me. He holds up the condom.
“how did you know where those were anyways?” i asked
“Well, … I…just did K?” he said uncomfy.
“ok then” I say giving him a deep soft kiss.
We roll over into the middle of his bed he throws his stuffed pig collection onto the floor.
I pull off his shirt and feel his abs. OMG there is nothing that turns me on more than abs and he had a six pack.
“What are you doing” He asks looking at me funny.
“I love abs they turn me on” I said not looking away from them
“good because that i have. An ass i dont.” he said with a frown
“u do 2″ i said grabbing hs decent ass not much mind you.”its right there”
“o ic” he says as he gives me another kiss. He pulls off my shirt. I take off my bra.
Ironicly enough in the car i had honey dust. Which is a powder you put on your body and it tastes good when ppl kiss you. So at 6 i went outside and put it on me all over my body. As he kissed down my neck he sat up really quickly.
“Wat?” I ask pushing myself on m elbows.
“You…taste good?” he said confused
” O its honeydust silly” I said laughing.
” O ok i like it” he said as he kissed down my chest and down my body to my jeans. He unbuttoned them and kissed me to the edge of my pink underwear.”I love you Tori”
“i love you to nikko” I say as i take off his belt. He pulls off the last of my jeans.
” Do u want to put the condom on me or should i?” He asked stripping off his underwear as i do mine.
“um? don’t know how.” I said. I’m only 13 mine you so they dont teach you that stuff at catholic school yet.
” O” he laughs” I will then”
He puts on the condom and starts to wave his thing around.
” WTF r u doing?” I ask looking at his thing longingly.
” I dono. You ready for it?” he asks kneelng in front of me.
“O yes plez”
“front or back?”
“Front”
“Ok well her we go””
He pushes himself into me with such force i go back and wack my head on the head of the bed. ” Ow shit”.
” R u ok” he says
” fine just keep going” I say so thrilled to get him in me.
He starts to hammer me hard. And i soon follow his lead of the rythm.He gose in out in out his stomach wacking my legs as he gose forward.
My orgasm is cumming fast but i try to hold it untill a sign that hes cumming to.
” Tori?”
W..AT?” I ask not really wanting to talk
“I’m cumming are you?”
“yes”
“good
He hammers me even faster aned starts to give out quiet moans. He grabs the lilttle remote for his stereo and quickly turns on his stereo loudly to 93.3. His moans become louder and mine soon follow.
“OOOOO GGGOOODDD NNNIIIKKOOOO PINCH MY NIPPLES PLEZ” I say loudly but not loud enogh to be heard downstairs.
He pinches them and comes down and starts to suck them. This makes my body go nuts and start to give lilttle spasims here and there.
“GGOOODDD TTOORRII u turn me on so much.”
He says as he’s almost super speed humping even faster
“OOO YYEEESSSS” i yelp ” GO GO GO GO GO!!”
He puts his hand over my mouth yet again and keeps hammering.
“MMMHHHHPPPPP” he moans
And finally he cums as i do.
My back arches and e digs in even more then before.
“O my god” I gasp as i get enough breath to talk.
“I know” he said “You were amazing”
“me no u did the real thing” I said
“I know but you did such a good job turning me on” he said sliding out of me the condom fulled with cum.
He throws it away in his trash and i et up and start getting dressed
He comes up to me and stands behind me and kissses my neck
“Nikko” I gigled”that tickles Knock it off”
“Y ur so sexy i just want to suck on you all day” He said not letting up on my neck
“Excuse me but i thought it was my turn to

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Young Slut

I was 15, working as a camp counselor for a summer daycamp near where I lived. It was pretty sweet for a first job, you got to basically play kickball and dodgeball all day for money. The only problem was that the older kids in the 6-14 range weren’t that much younger than some of the counselors, so they gave you all kinds of shit.
One such kid was Kari. Kari was 13, and had the thin body of a track runner, topped off by small b-cup breasts. She wore low cut tank tops and flaunted herself often, making the older male camp goers, and some of the counselors have to adjust themselves.
She knew she was attractive, though still probably overestimated herself a bit. She had a lean face to match her body, dotted with freckles. Somehow, no matter what, she always managed to look like a skank. And she never listened. Ever. She knew her parents would give a ration of shit to whoever yelled at her.
“Kari, get back here!” I yelled. She’d gone sauntering down one of the hallways of the school we used. It had its advantages; we could use the cafeteria, the gym and all the equipment. However, much of the school was off limits to the kids. It was just too difficult to keep track of over 100 kids with 8 counselors.
She saw me, gave a smile, then took off running. Shit. I’m fairly athletic, but so was she. I’d be hard pressed to chase her down. I rounded a corner to find her halfway down the hall laughing. I did have one advantage, I noticed, I had sneakers on, her, flip-flops. Finally, after the next turn, she stopped in front of a door that said “Custodians Only.”
“I wonder what’s in it,” she said.
“Don’t you dare, you’re in enough trouble as it is.”
She gave a fake pouty face. “You know, I used to think you were cute, but now you’re just being annoying. Besides, what are you going to do?” She blew me a kiss, smacked her ass and walked in.
I quickly followed her, thinking it might lead to the basement or something. It was your standard janitor’s closet, about the size of a small half bathroom full of buckets, mops, various cleaning liquids and some basic tools.
“Boo!” She jumped out of one of the corners, not startling me one bit.
“Aw, no jump, you’re no fun.”
“So, you think I’m kind of cute hmm?”
“Not when you’re yelling at me.”
“Hmm. Show me your tits.”
“What?!” she practically yelped.
“Come on, everyone and their brother knows you’re not wearing a bra under that. I gestured towards her prominent nipples poking out. She grinned coyly at me, then grabbed the bottom of her pale pink tank top, lifting it slowly.
The taught, pale stomach of a runner appeared. I was delighted to see that while not overly present, her freckles weren’t restricted to her face. She slowly lifted it, pausing just beneath her small breasts. “All the way off,” I told her. She smiled devilishly and lifted it up and over her head.
I got a brief look at her dime sized areolas before her forearm covered them. “What are you, some kind of perv?” She challenged.
“Oh absolutely, I said, grabbing her arms and easily pinning them behind her back with one of mine, leaving the other free to roam.
“Hey!” she yelled, struggling.
“And you know what? I bet you are too.” My free hand ran up her stomach over her miniscule six pack to her perky boobs. Her nipples were fully hard now. I pinched one, and almost immediately she went limp. The struggles and grunts turned to a low moan. She jutted out her chest to give me better access.
“Going to play nice now?” She nodded, and I let her go. Her arms fell to her sides, and mine ran up hers. They caressed her soft skin, making their way slowly back to her breasts. I cupped them both, simultaneously, squeezing lightly. She squealed and giggled as I lifted her 90 pound body off the ground by them.
I grabbed her shirt from her hand and tossed it aside. “Pose for me.” She turned to face me, running her hands through her hair, giving her best model smile.
“Nice,” I said, clicking the shutter on an imaginary camera. “You could actually model,” I only half lied. She had a nice slender form, and the right look.
“Really?”
“I don’t know, let’s see those shorts come off.” She hesitated. “Come on, if you’re going to model, you’ve got to be comfortable showing your body. She thought for a moment before slowly sliding them down. They revealed the reason behind her hesitation. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She covered her pussy with both hands.
“Don’t be shy now.” Gradually her hands slid away to her hips. They revealed a smooth pink pussy. No hair in sight. To her shock, I ran my hand over that patch of skin between her belly button and her snatch. “When did you start shaving?” I asked her.
“A few months ago.”
“Why?” She shrugged at that, hands now clasped together behind her back.
“Turn around, let me see the rest of you.” She did a 180 degree turn, showing off her slender, but slightly rounded ass. I walked up behind her, and gave it a soft, but firm smack.
“Ooh,” she jumped and giggled. I pulled her in close, wedging my cock in between the to of her asscheeks. Her face flushed at the recognition of what was poking her in the back. I grabbed her arms once more, pulling them behind her. I slid one arm between them and her back, holding her once more. Her fingers brushed my cock, readily apparent beneath my athletic shorts.
I slid a hand from her breasts down her stomach, not stopping this time, I rubbed her pink pussy lips, one with each finger. I smacked her ass again. “Spread your legs.” She complied, sliding them apart on the concrete floor. I slid a finger into her tight crevice, then followed with another. She moaned at the feeling of being filled. I started to fuck her with them.
Her body was so light I damn near lifted her off the ground each time I thrusted them in. She convulsed as I finger fucked her, moaning so loud I thought someone would hear and investigate. Her hands found their way to my cock, trying to stroke it through my pants. She nodded. I let her go and stood her up straight. She turned around to watch as I slid my shorts and boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stripped my shirt off to give her a full view. She looked in amazement at my 7 inch cock.
I grabbed her shoulder and guided her to her knees. She looked up at me, nervous, the innocent look on her face belying her nudity. Both of her small hands were wrapped around the base. She stared into my eyes and opened as wide as she could, taking two inches of me in her mouth. She wrapped her lips tight and bobbed her little head.
I put my hands behind my head and watched her work for a few minutes, unskilled, but eager. I put my hand on the back of her head, pushing her down. She made it another inch and started to gag. She pulled off to regain her composure, stroking me before licking the tip and taking me again. She sucked some more before pulling off. She went down and licked my balls, sucking on them, then running her tongue all the way back up my shaft to the tip again.
“Mmm, you’re good at that for a young’n.” She smiled
I lifted her to her feet, and turned her around. I pushed her over, bending her onto a stool. She trembled slightly, knowing what I was about to do. I rubbed the tip of myself on her wet slit. “Oh god, yes,” she moaned.
I entered her, slowly and fully, causing her to inhale sharply. Her eyes clamped shut, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. I reached around and grabbed her breast with one hand and wrapped my fingers around several strands of her wavy brown hair with the other, pulling her head back.
Her voice had returned, emitting ragged gasps and moans. I slid my breast hand down to her hips, and fucked her harder. She was half screaming now. I smacked her ass, knowing that if two fingers filled her, she must feel positively overflowing with cock now.
She’d laid her head on the stool now, here eyes were clamped shut, her face was read, contorted into one of pain and pleasure. I felt her tiny pussy start to contract. “Oh god,” she screamed as it started to squeeze my dick even tighter. She ripped off a quick, but powerful orgasm that nearly brought me over the edge.
I had other plans for her however. Before she knew what was happening, I slid out, spun her and forced her to her knees. I pulled her head towards me, and she instinctively opened her mouth, taking my cock with no thought to the juices that covered it. She bobbed up and down quickly, matching the pace at which I’d been fucking her. Her tongue moved back and forth across my head.
When I felt myself getting close, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her off me. She continued stroking me, while her eyes flitted back and forth between mine and my cock. I rolled my head back as she sent me over the edge, shooting rope after rope of cum into her hair and on her face. She opened her mouth catching some with her tongue.
When all was done, she looked up at me, face and hair a mess, covered in cum. She grinned impishly and licked some of it off her fingers. She sat back, still kneeling, resting her ass on her ankles. I dressed as she began looking for her clothes and something to wipe her face off with.
“Looking for these?” I held up her tank top and black shorts.
I opened the door, tossed them into the hall a ways and walked out.

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Celebrities Fucking: Part -Kristen Kruek

Hey guys. This is a story i found somewhere on the internet that i touched up a bit and decided to post on here. It begins with Kristen Kruek from Smallville and a Canadian cop on the roadside, but the rest of the chapters expand to new celebrities. Enjoy!
(And dont worry, im still working on the Disney series. The Hannah Montana story is just about ready and then I’ll move on to the Suite Life on Deck, and then maybe a story or two for the wizards, and then a “Wizards on Deck with Hannah Montana sortof thing.)
Kristin glanced at her speedometer as she barreled down a rural, two-lane highway, and saw she was a good 25 kph over the posted speed limit. Her driver’s license was close to being revoked, and if she got another speeding ticket, her already high insurance premiums would go through the roof. On the other hand, she was in serious danger of being late for a photo shoot to promote her new movie, and she knew this was not a photographer you made wait for your lazy ass to finally show up. Deciding her professional reputation was more important than her driving record, Kristin punched the accelerator pedal to the floor and was thrown back in her seat as her silver BMW rocketed forward.
Kristin planned on maintaining her new speed until she reached the outskirts of the Vancouver metroplex. After that, she thought driving just above the posted limit would be more than enough to get her to the studio on time. As she drove along, she was nervously checking every side road she approached, as her one fear was having a cop sitting there, just waiting to nail her as she blazed on by.
Checking the side roads was fine, but what Kristin failed to do was consider the possibility that a cop might be hiding behind a billboard or some other obstacle. Still twenty miles away from the urban sprawl that was Vancouver, she saw lights flashing in her rearview mirror and began to slow while looking for somewhere safe to pull off the mostly deserted road. She selected a dirt road that was heavily lined with trees, and as she turned off the lonely highway, she looked down and evaluated what she was wearing as she planned to flirt her way out of a ticket. Kristin had never done that before, as she thought a woman using her sexuality like that was repellent, but desperate times called for desperate measures; she really, really couldn’t afford another ticket.
As soon as her car came to a stop, Kristin’s hands quickly unbuttoned her forest green Henley and then tugged on her faded denim miniskirt to pull it up as high on her smooth, tanned legs as she could without showing her panties. The only thing she had time left for after that was to bite hard on her lips to plump them up. Then she freaked out momentarily when she realized the officer could very easily be a woman. Of course, flirting still might work, as a woman could be a dyke, but one look in her side view mirror was enough to know the cop was a man.
In fact, Kristin thought, as she peered at her mirror for a second look, he’s a big, tasty-looking man with a noticeable bulge in his pants. She found herself unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired man that was striding up to her car. Not wanting to make the man nervous, she placed both hands on the wheel so he could see they were empty and then waited for him to speak. Her last thought before the cop arrived at her door was to think, Please, God, let him give me a warning just this once and I’ll be a good little driver from here on out. Just this once!
The officer stood just behind the front driver’s side door and tapped on the window. Kristin looked his way as he asked for her license and proof of insurance. He’d already seen walking up that her tags were current, and the driver’s license she handed over confirmed what his electronic check of the car’s license plate had told him: that the driver was named Kristin Kreuk.
“Miss Kreuk,” the cop asked, “do you know how fast you were going?”
“Please, call me Kristin.” She had already decided that honesty was her best bet; she couldn’t imagine a cop liked being bullshitted. “And as for the speed, I’m not exactly sure,” she replied, “except that it was too fast, whatever it was.”
The cop nodded slowly. “You could say that. You were doing double the legal limit when you blew by me doing one-hundred-and-sixty kilometers an hour.”
One-sixty? Kristin thought. Cool! I’ve never gone that fast before. And then it hit her: there was no way she was getting out of this without a ticket. I am soooooo fucked! Still, she was going to try flirting her way out of the ticket anyway. There’s no point in giving up now.
“Where were you going in such a hurry?”
“I have a photo shoot in downtown Vancouver that I’m just about to miss,” she said.
“Oh, is that so? Why is one photo shoot so important that you felt the need to disregard the rules of the road and endanger you life and the lives of others?”
“Well,” Kristin started to say, as she shifted toward the cop, hoping he’d take a good look at the tanned skin of her upper chest, “I’ve just recently completed a movie, and this photo shoot is for a major men’s magazine to help boost the visibility of the movie amongst a highly desired segment of the population.”
Kristin finally dared a direct look at the cop and saw his last name was Johnson. Johnson’s got a big johnson, she snickered, as her eyes finally looked up into his. Oh my, Johnson’s got pretty eyes, too. She just loved the large, expressive deep brown eyes that were looking down at his ticket pad as he started to fill out the top sheet.
“So what magazine were you going to model for?” Officer Johnson asked. As far as he was concerned, a major men’s magazine meant something like Popular Mechanics or maybe Sports Illustrated. She’s definitely hot, he mused, but the SI swimsuit issue doesn’t shoot in Vancouver, so she’s not shooting for that mag, and I doubt her tits are big enough to get her into Playboy.
“Maxim,” Kristin replied. When all that got her was a blank look, and the reply ‘never heard of it,’ she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. I would get the only cop under the age of thirty in the whole of British Columbia who has no idea that Maxim is basically a skin mag. I bet he doesn’t even know who I am. So much for trading on my name. It looks like I’m going to have to use more direct means. Screw subtlety!
“You know, Officer Johnson, that’s a mighty big gun you have there,” she purred. “I sure would like to see it.” The words were talking about his polymer Smith & Wesson Military & Police 9mm handgun, but her eyes were locked onto the nice bulge in the front of his pants. It was a hint only a moron could miss.
Screw subtlety, indeed!
Officer Johnson lowered his ticket pad and eyed the gorgeous brunette that was plainly eyeing him back. With the way she was leaning toward him, he was able to see right down her open blouse to her black lace bra with no trouble at all, and when he was able to tear his eyes away from the bra and the small mounds of titflesh it supported, he could see what seemed like kilometers of toned, tanned legs protruding from under her tiny skirt. When he combined what he was seeing now with the beauty of her face and luxuriant hair, he wondered if maybe Hugh Hefner might not want her in his magazine after all.
“That looks like a cock,” she gulped, “I mean, a Glock from here, but I can’t be sure.”
Johnson’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He’d never had someone he stopped act this sexually aggressive before, much less a woman of her staggering beauty.
“Take it out, please?” Kristin continued. “I’d sure love to touch it.”
“I, uh, it’s not a Glock,” Johnson replied shakily. “It’s a Smith & Wesson.”
“Whatever. Let me see it,” Kristin said, as she shifted from asking to commanding. It was a subtle move, one intended to put her in control of the situation. She figured the more she could keep the focus on his cock and sex in general, the better chance she had of avoiding a ruinous ticket.
“I…I don’t…don’t think I should.”
“But you’ll do it anyway…won’t you?”
Kristin’s voice was low, throaty, and burning with need. At least, that’s what Johnson heard. She wasn’t an actress for nothing. Years of pretending she desired various costars stood her in good stead now. Of course, it didn’t hurt her efforts one bit that Officer Johnson did happen to be rather hot.
Not at all.
Johnson could tell this situation was rapidly getting away from him, and that was something he couldn’t allow. He stepped a few feet back from the BMW, and the vixen within, to gain a few moments in which to gather himself, but was foiled when the driver’s door opened and those impossibly fine, miniskirt-clad legs swung out of the car and onto the dirt road.
“P-please remain in the car, Miss Kreuk,” Johnson said, as he continued to move away from her, and onto the grass on the other side of the car. He’d reverted to using a more formal mode of address as another way to distance himself from the tiny goddess who was even now standing and moving confidently toward him.
“I thought we’d established that you’d call me Kristin,” she replied, as she joined him on the grass, grasped his belt, and ripped it open. “Now are you going to show me your cock, or do I have to strip you like a little boy who needs a bath?”
Oh fuck, I’m going to Hell! Johnson thought, as his hands took over from Kristin’s and unfastened his pants. She stepped back to watch as his heavy belt dragged his pants down around his ankles.
“Boxers, too!” Kristin added cheerily.
When Johnson pushed his boxers down to join his pants, his aching erection sprang into view. Kristin eyes glazed over and she couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of a full foot of pussy-stretching magnificence. She was trying to imagine being impaled by that monstrosity when Johnson spoke up.
“You did say…youwantedtotouchit…” he said in a rush, not quite sure if he really wanted to let her continue or to escape with his professional dignity intact.
She nodded her head slowly, almost as if she was in a trance. Her eyes never left his rampant manhood. Not once. Not even for a second. Now that his cock was out in the open, she acted almost as if she was afraid of it getting away. She quickly knelt before Johnson and started fondling his cock with her small, delicate hands. What started out as a general groping quickly changed to masturbation, as Kristin stroked his massive shaft with both hands.
“Ohhhhhh, Gaaawwwwwddd!” Johnson moaned. “Fuuuuuccckkk me!”
That last comment was more a statement than a request, but Kristin was getting into the swing of things, and she was still very determined to avoid a disastrous ticket, so she said, “Fuck you? That may be getting ahead of the game a bit,” she dipped her head and licked the underside of his shaft from root to tip with one relaxed swipe, “but we’ll get there eventually, Big Boy.” Kristin looked up at Johnson and winked. “You can count on it; it’s going to happen.”
It then occurred to Kristin that she was about to fuck a random stranger. She didn’t even know his first name. So after bobbing down and sucking the spongy purple head of his cock into her small mouth and giving it a light suck, she pulled off of him and asked, “What’s your first name, Officer Johnson?”
Still unable to believe this was happening to him, Johnson groaned, “My name is Mud if anyone finds out about this. Anyone could see us out here!”
“Not likely,” Kristin countered. “Your car…” she licked his cock again, eliciting another groan, “…is parked at an angle, blocking most of this dirt road from view, and these thick stands of trees along each side of the road prevent us from being seen by anyone who’s not right at the end of the road itself. So take off your shirt, and tell me your name.”
A quick glance at their surroundings was enough to show the officer that Kristin was completely correct. Knowing she was going to have her way with him no matter what, Johnson threw caution to the wind and gave in to what was happening. He pulled off his uniform shirt and white t-shirt and tossed them down on the road next to his pants.
“My name’s Ian,” Johnson said.
“Ian,” Kristin replied, as she lightly scratched his balls. “That’s a nice name. Now lean back against the side of my car while I blow you.”
Kristin could have just gotten up and left at this point without a ticket, as Ian was too embarrassed to try to stop her. That’s without even considering his in-car video camera that would prove his doom if he wrote a ticket now and Kristin decided to challenge him in court. But she had no intention of leaving now, as thoughts of what she wanted to do with that prodigious, throbbing cock had taken over her mind and were heating her cunt. She had to have it. Photo shoot be damned, Kristin thought, I need that cock.
Kristin placed one hand around Ian’s cock just beneath its sensitive ring, and as she lowered her head to take it into her hot little mouth again, the hand slid down and then back up in time with the movements of her bobbing head. Up and down, up and down went Kristin’s head, and each time, she changed the direction of her head to alter which parts of his cock got caressed by her plump lips.
“Your cock iz d’lishus,” Kristin said, around a mouthful of cock.
“Oh…Jeeeeezzzzuus H. Christ!” Ian groaned. He couldn’t believe what was going on, or in Kristin’s case, going down. Only five minutes earlier, he’d been writing up a ticket; now, all he wanted was an orgasm.
After a couple of minutes of just using her lips, Kristin stepped up the pressure by adding her tongue into the mix. Down she went, sealing her lips tightly against the shaft until his cock almost rammed into the back of her mouth, then she gave him a good, hard suck and pulled back to the tip of his cock. Once there, she finished the move by wrapping her tongue around one side of the head of his cock, and then the other, as if she were licking the base of an ice cream cone.
Now that Kristin had decided to skip out on the photo shoot, she was taking her sweet time pleasuring Ian, but he knew something she didn’t: he hadn’t checked in with his dispatcher in awhile, and if he didn’t do so soon, they might send another patrol car to check on him. So, as much as he wanted Kristin to keep on working him over, he had to take charge and finish this or else they’d both be in hot water.
Once he’d made his decision, Ian leapt into action, grasping both sides of Kristin’s head to hold her close as her vigorously fucked her pretty little mouth. She was surprised by the sudden change, but she did adore strong men and secretly loved being used like she was nothing more than a man’s come bucket.
“Take my cock, you fucking whore!” Ian grunted as he abused Kristin’s mouth. Over and over he rammed his thick cock as far back into her mouth as he could, making her gag before pulling back and then fucking her all over again.
Ian was close to coming now, perilously so, and wanting to make his mark on this roadside slut, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started jacking off only inches from her face. Kristin groaned in frustration at the loss of Ian’s thick cock, but she kept her mouth open as she hoped to catch as much of his come as she could.
No dice.
When Ian came, he gave a guttural roar while pointing his cock here, there, and everywhere, managing to cover Kristin with ropes of his thick, white come from her eyebrows to the open V of her unbuttoned green Henley.
“Holy shit, that was hot!” he mumbled, as Kristin sucked his cock back into her mouth to get the last few drops out of his cock before they dribbled away.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Kristin replied, once she released his cock. “I can’t wait for the encore.” The back of her mouth was a little sore from the pounding it had just taken, but she was so wet that she couldn’t wait for him to get hard again and fuck her juicy pussy the exact same way.
That’s when Ian regretfully explained to Kristin about their need to get moving before they got caught by another cop. She pouted and whined just a bit, even as she gave in to the necessity of moving on. Once he helped her to her feet, he started to dress as fast as possible, while she got into the trunk of her car where she kept some ratty, old towels. Once she’d wiped the come off of her face, neck, and chest, she reached into her car to grab a notepad and a pen out of her purse. By the time Ian had redressed and was beating the road dust off of his uniform pants, Kristin had written an address and a brief set of directions for him.
“This isn’t over yet, Stud,” Kristin purred. “You owe me a royal fucking.”
“Yes, Ma’am!” Ian said.
“When are you off tonight?”
“Sixish…depends a lot on not having any major emergencies to respond to. And in a department that’s short on officers right now, it doesn’t take much for an emergency to become ‘major.’”
“Here’s to hoping you’re off on time then,” Kristin said, as she handed over the small sheet of paper. “That’s my home address. Be there tonight after your shift is over, but please don’t let anyone else see that address. The last thing I need is a bunch of people I don’t know coming to my door.”
“You don’t know me,” Ian pointed out.
“I’ve had your cock in my mouth,” Kristin shot back. “I think I know you well enough to let you have a shot at my pussy.”
“What about your ass? Do I get that, too?”
“You are a bold one,” Kristin allowed, “but if you want my ass, you’ll have to earn it.”
Kristin and Ian then shared a quick but fiery kiss before separating. Just as he was about to step into his patrol car, Kristin caught his attention, and said, “One more thing, Ian, wear your uniform when you come over.” Curious, he asked why. That got Kristin to wink. “Those handcuffs and that nightstick might just come in handy.” She blew him a kiss. “See you after six, Officer Cock.”
Now, Kristin thought, I just have to go home and make up a damn good excuse for missing the fucking photo shoot today.

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