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

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

Fantasy

Revenge

She looked up at me, as if surprised to see I was still there.
“Oh, do you like that?” she asked.
She looked like she really wanted me to feel good. At first I was confused that she didn’t know what I would enjoy, then I remembered the only other cock she’d had experience with. She could probably fit that whole thing in one hand with room to spare.
“Oh, of course,” I said, “You’ve never done this with a real cock, have you slut?”
She shook her head, then turned back to my dick.
“Well,” I said, “The head is the most sensitive part. What feels best for a guy is putting pressure around the top, then sliding the skin up and down.”
She did what I said, and was soon slowly masturbating me with both hands. I felt incredible, but I wanted more.
“Stop.” I said.
After a few seconds, she stopped her hands.
“No, I mean, let go.”
She slowly let go, and crossed her arms under her chest. She’d been squirming for a little while now, trying to bring some friction to her wet pussy. I was pleased to see that she hadn’t tried to touch herself again, obeying my earlier command.
“You’re going to suck my cock now, slut.” I said.
Her eyes went wide with fear, and she sat back as I stood.
I got off the bed and finished undressing. She turned to face me, scooting closer so her feet were on the floor.
“I’m not sure about this.” she said.
I didn’t say anything.
“I mean…I’ve done this with my boyfriend, but his is…you know…and…” she said.
She looked away nervously. She seemed to be really afraid of my size, suddenly.
I grabbed her jaw, but more gently this time, and turned her towards me.
“Listen to me Jessica. You came into my room tonight, and begged me to show you my cock, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Y…yes.” she whimpered.
“You want this, don’t you? You want to know what a real dick feels like, don’t you?” I asked.
Still holding her face, I grabbed my dick by the base and shook it slightly.
“You want to taste this real cock, not your boyfriend’s little clit, don’t you?”
She nodded again.
“Say it.”
“Yes. I want to taste your cock…please.” she said softly.
“Really?” I said.
“Yes…please, I want to taste it. I want to suck your…your big dick. I want to know what a real cock tastes like…”
I stroked her cheek gently with my thumb.
“Good girl.” I said.
I let go of her face.
She nervously took my shaft in her hands again, slowly stroking its length. Without any more prompting, she leaned forward and licked the head. She made a little expression of displeasure at the taste of my pre cum, but went back for another one. She quickly started licking all around the head, sometimes wandering a little down the shaft. Her hot, wet tongue felt incredible. I let this continue for a few minutes before getting her to move on.
“Ok, slut, it’s time to put it in your mouth.” I said.
She looked into my eyes, and nodded once. She seemed somewhat stunned by this whole experience, but so eager to do a good job, to do what I told her.
She slowly tried to put the head in her mouth, just managing to get her lips around my girth. She pushed harder, squeezing my cock further and further. She could only fit a few inches inside. Her tongue was going crazy, and her hands were sliding all along my shaft. It felt so good, so warm and wet. She suddenly let out a long, lusty moan.
I started to thrust my cock forward a little, pushing back along her tongue. It was clear I wasn’t going to get any further until she’d had some practice, so I was content with my little thrusts for now. I was only able to enjoy the sensation for a few moments before I was aching for release. I hadn’t masturbated all week in anticipation of this.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, tears touching the corners of her eyes, but a huge smile on her face. She licked her lips, and wiped the spit from around her mouth.
“Did that feel good?” she said, breathing heavily.
“It did.” I said.
She smiled even wider and licked her lips again. I was amazed at how little it had taken for her to submit to me.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked her.
“Yes! Oh my God, it’s just so big and thick. The way it…pulses. Having it in my mouth is so fucking hot. I’m…” she trailed off suddenly.
“You’re what?” I asked.
“I’m dripping wet, right now.”
I already knew this, but it felt good to hear her admit it.
I smiled.
“Jessica, what’s it like when your boyfriend shoots his little load?” I asked.
She smiled again, knowing where I was going with this.
“It’s just…a few weak spurts. Like, a teaspoon’s worth.” she said.
I gently took her jaw.
“Do you want to see what it looks like when a real cock cums?” I asked softly.
“Yes, yes, please. I want to make you cum, I want to see you shoot your load.” she said, nodding vigorously.
I ran my other hand through her hair.
“Then finish me off.” I said, guiding her head back towards my cock.
She went straight to work, trying again to fit as much of my cock in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head back and forth irregularly, and lightly stroked my balls and shaft with her hands. The sides of my cock were scraping slightly against her teeth. This was my first experience with this, but even then I knew she wasn’t doing a very good job. I was just too big for her to get a real feel for it.
But it still felt incredible, and after just a minute or so I was ready.
“Just your hands, now.” I said.
She quickly backed off my cock and started jerking me hard with both hands, her spit working as lube. She was staring at my cock with an intensity I’d never seen before. Her breath was heavy and her face was flushed.
“Do you want me to cum on you, slut?” I asked.
She didn’t look at me, but started chanting under her breath,
“Yes, yes, cum on me, please, cum, cum on me, yes…”
I grabbed her head for balance and let the feeling overwhelm me. Hot, burning lines of pleasure jolted from the tip of my cock. It was incredible, ten times better that the last time I masturbated. I let out a loud groan of pleasure. The first shot splattered across her face, and a few landed on her tits. Without being told, she shoved my dick back into her mouth, desperately swallowing my cum. She started choking slightly, not used to the amount, but kept at it. I held her head there until I’d finished, then let her go.
She immediately fell back on the bed and started rolling around, clutching her boobs and rubbing her firm nipples. She was rubbing my sperm around on them, moaning and whimpering. She brought her arm up to wipe the sticky fluid from her face, and ran her tongue up across it. Her face was scrunched slightly in displeasure of the taste, but she moaned softly again, and continued grabbing her heavy tits.
I felt light-headed from the force of my orgasm, and she was really confusing me.
“Jessica?” I said.
She sat up and started squeezing her thighs together, still squirming.
“I’ve never felt this good before…please, please let me touch myself…I think…aahh, I think I’m going to cum soon…oh God I’m so wet…”
I was surprised that she obeyed me even now, her hands never once going near her crotch despite how much she obviously wanted it.
She was covered in my cum, begging me to let her touch herself. I took just a few seconds to appreciate the position I was in. My cock, which had begun to wilt slightly, was back at full mast within a few seconds.
I sat down on the bed beside her. I lay down, and she crawled to the other side to make room. I took her gently by the arm and guided her towards my legs. I got her to straddle me, sitting right up against my cock so that it pointed straight up, lying parallel against her stomach.
“Oh my God, you’re still so hard…” she said.
She was still fidgeting, a pleading look in her eyes.
“Come here.” I said.
She leaned forward to obey me, and as she did my cock ran along her stomach. She pushed it back until it was flat against my body, pressed between us. I pushed her up, and guided her until my cock was between her legs, her weight supported by her knees on either side, and her pussy resting gently on the under side of my shaft. She let out a small sigh when she first made contact, started letting out little humming moans with every breath. She was soaking wet. Her pussy juices began literally dripping down the sides of my cock, leaving little trails of moisture.
“Listen to me, Jessica.” I said, “Tonight…I’m not going to fuck you, do you understand me?”
Her expression instantly turned from a lustful haze to disappointment, and panic.
“But…please, I’m so wet, I-”
I tucked my fingers beneath her chin, and put my thumb gently on her lips, silencing her.
“No, not tonight. You haven’t earned it yet.”
She looked like she was going to cry.
“But… you have been a good little slut for me tonight. So I’m going to let you orgasm. Would you like that?”
Her face grew excited again.
“Yes! Yes, please make me cum, please, I’m so wet…”
I pushed upwards with my hips, sliding my thick shaft along the outer lips of her pussy. She turned her head, moaning at the sudden intense feeling.
I moved my body back, and just looked at her.
She took the hint and began to thrust her own hips up and down, sliding her wet pussy along the length of my cock over and over, moaning gently every time she grinded her clit against it.
She started slowly at first, savouring every inch, but soon began to pick up the pace. Within just a minute, she was humping against my cock with a quick and steady rhythm, her eyes closed tight in concentration. Her body was slick with sweat. Her huge tits bounced slightly with every movement.
I realised then that I hadn’t even touched her tits yet. I reached out and grabbed them, hard. She gasped loudly and opened her eyes. They felt good, so soft and heavy, and a little sticky from my cum. Her nipples felt rock hard against my palms. I quickly pinched them both between my thumb and fingers and squeezed.
She let out another loud gasp and closed her eyes, throwing her head back to let out a low, guttural growl. I couldn’t tell if it was in pleasure or pain, but I didn’t care. I squeezed harder for a few seconds, drawing another long moan from between her parted lips, then I let go. Her hands went to straight to her nipples and she began lightly pinching and rubbing them herself.
Her body was shaking more and more now, and it seemed like she was close to orgasm.
“Look at me, Jessica.” I said.
It seemed like she tried, but she was still screwing up her face in pleasure.
“Slut.” I said, grabbing her jaw, “Look at me.”
She did this time, gazing into my eyes.
“Do you want to cum, Jessica?” I asked.
Her voice came out in a shuddering, shaking breath,
“Yesss…please, I think….I think I’m…Oh God, I’m think I’m close…” she moaned.
“Do it…cum for me.”
Her voice caught in her throat, and her hips began to spasm, breaking her rhythm. She lay back slightly against my cock, forcing the girth further between her folds. She never looked away from me. I wanted her to face me, to look me in the eye so she’d always remember her first orgasm, and who gave it to her.
I reached behind her and grabbed her firm ass hard, digging my fingers in deep. She gave a throaty growl as I thrust my hips forward, providing even more stimulation.
Suddenly, with a loud, shaking squeal, she came. Her hips were still jerking back and forth, continuing the stimulation on my cock. She was panting hard, every other breath coming out in a ragged moan. She was still pinching her nipples, harder now, as hard as I had. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes, her eyes never leaving mine the whole time. As she rode the waves of her orgasm to the end, she let out one final moan, and collapsed against my chest, her head on my shoulder.
I held her for a while, my hands still on her ass, just enjoying the feeling of her warm naked body, still shuddering from the power of her orgasm.
We lay like that for a few minutes. Her pussy was still resting against my erect cock, the bottom of which was now completely coated in her juices. Once the little aftershocks that made her body twitch and quiver had completely stopped, she looked up at me.
I moved my hand up to her head, and idly ran my fingers through her hair a few times.
“Oh my God…that was so…so good…,” she sighed.
She closed her eyes and lifted her head, lips parted slightly, as if to kiss me. I held my hand against her collar bone to stop her. She opened her eyes, confused. She seemed disappointed.
“Get out.” I said.
She suddenly looked terrified.
“Wh…why? I mean…”
She looked down at my cock, still erect between her legs.
“Aren’t you… Don’t you want to…fuck me?” she asked.
I sighed again, and pushed her to the side. She rolled off of me, and turned to face me.
I didn’t look at her.
“I already told you, Jessica, I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
“But…please? Please, I want you to fuck me… I want to feel how…how a real cock-”
I turned sharply to look at her, silencing her. I didn’t want to hear my earlier words repeated back to me.
“No, slut. Not tonight. Get out.”
She bit her lip. She once again looked so desperate. But for once in her God damn life, she didn’t argue.
“OK. I’ll go. Can we do this again? Please?” she said.
“We’ll see…” I said, turning away from her.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. I lay down with my back to her.
She got up and walked to the other side of the bed, towards the door. She got dressed without her underwear, ignoring my sperm on her body. When she was finished, she turned to me.
“What should I do about…you know, the guy I’ve been…?”
She didn’t seem to want to say “boyfriend”. She hadn’t said his name either, I noticed.
I looked at her, and considered it.
“Jessica, you’re not my girlfriend.” I said.
“I know…”, she said with a smile, “I’m your…slut, right?”
She seemed proud of it.
“Look, I don’t give a fuck what you do with that needle dick, or anyone else for that matter. As long as you keep doing what I say, you can fuck whoever you like.”
I really meant this. I knew I didn’t have to tell her not to fuck anyone else, because I knew it wouldn’t matter. She was really obsessed with my cock by now. I doubted she’d even look at another guy. And being with her boyfriend again would only serve to remind her how big I was in comparison.
She seemed uncertain. I got the feeling she wanted to be given a command, something she could do to make me happy, to prove herself, to “earn” my dick, as I’d put it.
“There is one thing you can do for me though…” I started.
Her face lit up. I was right.
“Learn how to give a decent blow job. That was pathetic tonight.” I said, with a touch of disgust in my voice.
Her face fell, but she didn’t reply right away.
“I will.” she said, “I’ll practice, I promise.”
“Good.” I said.
She didn’t leave. It still seemed like she was waiting for something.
“Thank you, for this. Thanks.” she said.
“Was that really your first ever orgasm?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Yes, definitely.”
I laughed softly.
She hadn’t seemed sure about it before, but now she knew. Whatever faint shadows of pleasure she’d experienced alone, or with her boyfriend, weren’t even close to the real thing. What she’d felt tonight as she humped my huge cock, that was what an orgasm felt like.
“Well, you’re welcome. Now get the fuck out so I can sleep.” I said.
She nodded once. As she turned to leave, I noticed the fading pink marks on her ass that my fingers had made when I grabbed it. She left, closing the door gently behind her.
I lay back and thought about what had just happened. I hadn’t really planned how that had gone. My only real goal had been to make her beg to suck my cock, and that had gone very well. When it came to it, right after that, I knew I could have fucked her. I could have pounded her until she screamed. But I didn’t want to.
I mean, I wanted to, obviously, but on some level it just didn’t feel right. There had to be…more.
I wanted to see her even more degraded. I’d seen her beg, but I wanted to see how desperate she could really get.

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Locker Rooms and Pretty Girls

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It was a cold, drizzly Saturday night and the sounds of whistles and slap shots echoed throughout the cavernous hockey rink. There was a group of boys still on the ice, but only one was left in the locker room. Nick was exhausted from his practice, and he sat and surveyed the now empty changing facility. His friend Jake was the last boy to leave, and Nick was alone, too tired to strip quickly and simply wanting a long nap. Sweat drenched his body and he felt his gear stick to his body. He was a goalie, and had his skates, leg pads, pants, and Underarmor t-shirt still on. The room was stiflingly hot, and Nick knew he would have to shower before he could go out and meet his friends. He had gotten a text from his friend during the practice, reading: “my friend Sara is into you dude, you really should make a move on her tonight.” Nick giggled slightly after reading this, but he really had no interest, he was simply too beat from playing.
He wasn’t a tall boy, maybe 5’7”, 5’10” in skates, but he had a solid frame and powerful legs beneath his equipment. His skin was a pale white, and his hair was dark—he looked classically Jewish, though he was often confused for Italian, even Greek. In one way, at least, he was Greek, though it wasn’t the sort of detail he usually revealed to people. Nick slowly rubbed his arms and pulled his shirt up a bit to rub his abs. He could feel the sweat sticking, and he wanted nothing more than to feel hot water running down his bare skin. His penis barely twitched at the thought—there were few things more sensual than a shower to him. However, the showers at the rink were big, open rooms with a half-dozen showerheads, and they lacked the intimacy of his home shower. Nevertheless, Nick always got a kick out of showering next to five of his teammates. They would horse and joke around—a bunch of naked boys with a ton of pent up sexual energy. Now though, Nick was in the locker room alone, and he could relax and take his time.
Tenderly he peeled off his pads and skates, until he was wearing just his underarmor t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting sweatpants. Both were covered in sweat, and he longed to relax. He slipped a pair of flip-flops on and walked around the locker room, wondering what he should do that night. He ran his fingers through his hair and stretched lightly, trying to coax his muscles back into operation. Nick had always enjoyed the locker room—although some thought it was smelly or dirty, to him it was a place that felt like a home, a place where he could just relax and be a boy.
He sauntered over to the urinals and pulled down the front of his sweatpants, exposing his soft penis. He grabbed it with two fingers in his right hand and held it outward, yawning approvingly as he peed. He was proud of his penis—even soft it was smooth and thick, with a large pink mushroomhead and long, rounded shape. As he finished up he pulled up his pants, letting the waistband snap back against his abs. As he turned around to go to his locker and strip for his shower, he noticed the door to the room open. Nick was standing smack in the middle of the rectangular locker room when, looking to his left, he saw someone he never thought he would see in such a place—a girl, a drop-dead sexy girl.
A bit shocked, he turned to face the girl, who was about fifteen feet away and looked a bit bewildered, and opened his mouth to talk: “Um, are you looking for someone?”
She was, in a word, sexy. She had on a pair of flip-flops, a tight but wavy white skirt, and a blue tank-top with a slightly obvious push-up bra on underneath. Her legs and skin were tan, and her hair was dark and rich. She was short, but not too short, and Nick could tell from once glance that she was stunning. He wondered what in the hell she was doing in such a dark and smelly place. She smiled demurely, her full cheeks blushing slightly pink but obscured by her tanned skin. “Oh, yeah, sorry…” She seemed to come out of a trance; Nick had a feeling she had been looking him over. “I was looking for my friend Jake, but I guess he already left. Who are you?”
Nick was a bit impressed with her audacity. Most girls wouldn’t have the moxie to walk right into a boys’ locker room, let alone to stick around and make conversation. He took advantage of the pause in the fledging conversation to adjust the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and pull up his t-shirt to wipe his sweaty face. “Yeah, I know Jake, he left a while ago, he seemed to be in a rush. I’m Nick. I haven’t seen you around the rink before, are you Jake’s girlfriend or something?”
Secretly Nick was hoping she wasn’t. It wasn’t that she was just smoking hot, it was that there was something a little sad and mysterious behind her dark, confident eyes. Additionally, it was Nick’s, and almost every hockey player’s fantasy, to do it in a locker room. Not that that was actually going to happen, he thought, as he waited for her to finish aimlessly looking around the room and respond to his question.
Nick retreated a little bit, toward his gear, so he could sit down on the bench and look right to face her as she spoke. She was still about ten or fifteen feet away from her, and he didn’t want to come on strong and freak her out. Plus, she seemed younger, and a bit hyperactive—being in such a testosterone-filled place and all. She giggled. “No, no, I mean, no, I’m not. Once, a long time ago, but yeah, no, I’m not. I just wanted to give him something he left at my house.” She smiled and motioned to her pocketbook. “Oh, I’m Jessica.” She blushed at forgetting the obvious, and took a step closer toward Nick.
He stood up from the bench and turned around, trying to keep himself busy with his gear so it wouldn’t be that obvious that he was hitting on her. Jessica. It was a pretty name. Cute, not sexy. Nick couldn’t stand trashy, slutty girls—they were just never his thing. Though part of him was a romantic, another part of him loved the pure, raw, gritty aspects of sex. It wasn’t like he enjoyed using women, rather he got the most pleasure out of opening a good, innocent girl up to the rough and intense pleasures of physical lovemaking.
He tried to shake his more intimate thoughts from his mind as they struggled to start a conversation. He wondered why the hell she was still in the locker room. “Well Jessica, nice to meet you.” Nick smiled, stood up, and walked toward her. He extended his hand and shook hers firmly, briefly locking eyes with her as their skin touched. “So, are you still in high school? I’m a freshman in college. I’m only asking because, you know, it’s late, it’s probably past your curfew or something.” Nick flashed a quick smirk and stood with a hand playing with his waistband. He wondered if she had the sass to banter with him. “Well, Mr. College Boy, yes I am still in high school, but even if it was past my curfew, I’m here, aren’t I?” Nick paced around the room a little bit, trying to seem distracted and aloof. He spoke: “I was going to ask, why are you still in here anyway?” He smiled—there wasn’t much of an answer she could give.
Nick paced back to his gear and quickly lifted his sweaty t-shirt over his head, revealing a muscular, white chest with two pink nipples. He had a small patch of chest hair in the middle of his torso and the beginnings of a “happy trail” running down his mildly toned abs. He could tell she was both embarrassed and intrigued, and spoke quickly before she could respond to his previous question: “Hey, it’s a locker room Jessica, a boy has to change.” He smirked and wondered if she was at all thinking what he was.
Jessica was definitely admiring his body. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. He wasn’t a big person, yet his chest seemed so full and strong—she wanted to feel him on top of him, pressing down on her. She tried to shrug the thought away as she spoke, looking him in the eyes. “Well, if you really want to know, I don’t have any plans tonight so I was just killing time. You mind?”
Nick stood back up from the bench and grabbed his towel, trying to figure out his next move. Jessica was standing there thumbing the bottom of her tank top and shyly looking at him. He gambled and decided to take a chance. “Well, I can’t complain about a pretty girl in my locker room. Tell you what, if you don’t have plans, why don’t you let me take you to a movie or something after I change and shower—I have my car downstairs.” Now it was Nick’s turn to fidget around shyly. Jessica smiled and took a while before responding. “Well, since I’ve already seen you without a shirt and all…why not?” She smiled and took another step closer. “But it’s cold outside, can I wait in here for you?”
Nick wasn’t entirely sure what she was implying. Sure she was cute, and she wanted to go out with him, but that wasn’t a free license for him to do what he wanted. All he knew was that every time he looked at her lips, her perky boobs, and her tan legs, that he wanted to go crazy on her. “Sure you can, but I have to shower, so these sweats are coming off pretty quickly.” He laughed and grabbed his towel. “Turn around,” he commanded. She did as she was told and Nick took a moment to glance at her perfectly shaped butt in her tight white skirt. He wondered what color underwear she was wearing. He pulled down his sweats and boxers, tossed them in the locker, briefly glanced at his penis, and wrapped the towel low and tight around his waist. “Alright, all good.” She turned around and he winked at her. He could see her admiring his body, and he was not aware of the rather sizable bulge his soft penis made against the towel. She bit her lip quickly and muttered, “go get clean, dirty boy.”
Nick took a moment to contemplate his options, and took a quick step forward. “Hey Jessica, you might hate me for this, but you’re too cute for me to not do it.” He smirked and blushed simultaneously and leaned forward, placing his hand on her waist and pulling her into his body. He let his lips touch hers and he gave her a deep, long kiss. When he pulled back he could see she was shocked, and he muttered “sorry.” She smiled and was about to speak when Nick felt her hand wrap around his chest and pull him close. He caught her clue and kissed her again, letting his tongue caress hers. His hands wrapped around her small body and he pulled her into him, his bulge rising and his towel coming dangerously close to falling. “I….have to…shower,” Nick managed to spurt out while they were kissing. Jessica giggled and whispered in his ear—“You’re sexier when you’re dirty.” Nick pushed her back against the wall of lockers and re-adjusted his towel. He sauntered up to her and let his hand slide up her shirt as they kissed again. His tongue slipped out of her mouth and slid down her neck, wetting her warm skin as his hand explored her chest.
Nick could only think of one thing, feeling himself inside of this adorably innocent, and random, high school girl. He wanted to fill her up and make her scream. She was so small and perfect looking—he knew he could drill her until she broke. He wondered how good it would feel to cum inside her and how many orgasms he could give her before she couldn’t take any more. He pushed her up against the lockers harder and quickly ripped her tank-top off over her head. His hands massaged her now hard nipples and his tongue kissed her chest. “Hey Jessica, I really should take that shower, want to come?” She smiled and panted a couple times before responding. “Well, in one way I do.” She smirked and told Nick to turn around. He did so and waited eagerly for what awaited. When he was told to turn back around, he saw Jessica standing by his gear, butt-naked except for his oversized hockey jersey.
The erect meat in his towel was bulging and dying to breathe now, and as soon as Nick saw Jessica in his jersey, he let his towel drop to the ground as he moved toward her. He whispered in her ear as she nearly gasped from seeing the almost eight inches of cock he was packing: “Nice jersey, you could almost pass for a cheerleader.” He smirked and let his cock rub against her bare legs while they kissed intensely. She was panting now, and he knew what it was she wanted. “Jessica…are you a virgin?” Nick didn’t want to embarrass her, so he continued to kiss her as he asked this question. He could feel her body flush as she spoke: “….yeah…but I’m on the pill.” Nick didn’t respond right away; he let his hands aggressively rub her hard nipples as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. “Well, I think you’ll be able to handle it, but I’m going to have to spread you out and open you up.” He smirked and looked her in the eyes, her hand gently stroking his hard, long, slightly curved shaft. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he looked down proudly at the meat in her hand. It was thick and smooth, and very white with a now-massive pink head. He had dark pubic hair, and a pair of pink balls that hung formidably below his cock. In short, Nick knew he was going to make Jessica scream.
Seeing her in his jersey was such a turn-on for Nick he could barely contain himself, and he had to restrain himself from cumming too early out of pure excitement. He was disciplined, and slowly massaged her wet pussy with two fingers as they continued to caress each other. She was wet, and he felt the sticky discharge between his fingers as he mildly penetrated her, prepping her for the main event, so to speak. Nick had lost all sense of embarrassment. He was with a girl he had never met before, butt-naked with his rod of a cock out in the open, and he could have cared less. All he wanted to do was thrust inside of her cunt as deep as he could manage. He was relentless in teasing her with his foreplay. It went on for a good twenty minutes, until she was quite literally dripping on his fingers and his cock was beginning to leak pre-cum onto her soft hands. Nick knew they couldn’t dance around it any longer, and he managed to speak while rubbing her–gently massaging her clit: “Are you…ready?”
Jessica grinned and nodded nervously, and Nick knew it was his show from then on in. He smirked and spun her body around, pushing her hard up against the lockers and forcing her hands up against them. He pretended to strip search her, giggling a bit as his hands spread her perfect butt cheeks apart. He pulled up his hockey jersey on her so her butt was exposed, and he let his cock slap against her bare thighs. As his fingers spread her wet cunt apart, he leaned forward, groping her boobs as he whispered: “Jessica you should feel lucky, you’re about to get pounded by the captain of the team.” Smirking and feeling confident, Nick deftly maneuvered his thick cock into the tight dark opening inside of Jessica. He slid it in with a bit of difficultly, and after a quick check and a slap on the butt, he began to thrust slowly.
He wanted to begin softly, and build her up until she lost all control of her body and could think of nothing but the orgasmic waves of pleasure shuddering throughout her young body. He thrust back and forth, watching his now wet cock slide in and out of her pussy with a bit of difficulty. He could literally feel it stretching her out, and he felt her body tense up and redden with the pleasure. She began letting out stifled moans, and he slammed her body up against the locker and began to shake his hips faster, pulling her into him as he pushed forward to heighten his penetration.
He sped up, and moved closer so his thighs were touching hers while his cock squirmed around powerfully inside of her body. She was making more noise now, the moans turning into squeals and muffled screams, and Nick took great pleasure in watching his cock slide in and out of her, while his hands repeatedly spanked her smooth butt. As he spanked her harder, he could see the red marks appearing on her butt, and he leaned in farther to allow him to grab her butt-cheeks as he slammed his cock forward.
Nick felt Jessica’s cunt tighten on his rigid cock as he fucked her as fast and as hard as he could. His cock slammed against the walls of her pussy and he reached forward to roughly grab at her nipples. He knotted her hair with one hand and yanked it forward, bending his knees as though he was riding her.
Nick knew a petite, young girl like Jessica could only take so much. He knew he could hold on for a few more tries, but if he built her up any longer, she would simply explode and be done. So he knew it was time for her first climax. It wasn’t a matter of fucking her any harder; he couldn’t do that if he tried. Rather, while he was pounding her tight cunt from behind, he squeezed her thighs hard and maneuvered his fingers so they were stimulating her clit while his cock was powerfully sliding back and forth inside of her. Jessica began shouting, and lost all control of her movements. Her hands fell limp and Nick supported her with his cock, continuing to thrust as he felt her pussy tighten and then release warm juices all over his firm meat. Her body reddened and grew hot, and she exploded with him inside her and collapsed onto the ground, completely lost in her own ecstasy. Little did she know these were merely the beginning of Nick’s intentions.
II.
Though Jessica had been indulged fully with the climax of her first orgasm, Nick was still primed to reach his pinnacle of sexual arousal, and he wanted to wait for the perfect moment. Despite his occasionally selfish manly desires, Nick also took great pride in his awareness toward others, and genuinely wanted to give Jessica the ride of her life before he could take no more.
After he had pulled out and she had finished her moaning and shouting for the time being, she let out a soft feminine sigh of pleasure and collapsed on the ground, looking up at Nick and licking her lips seductively. Nick, naked, took a seat on the bench in front of her and tenderly moved her by the shoulders until she was on her knees and her mouth hovering temptingly over his again fully hard cock.
Nick smiled; he knew what girls really wanted. Leaning down and whispering in her ear, he said, “now be a good girl and suck me until I’m ready to pound you again.” Jessica looked back at Nick, pretending to be shocked but secretly relishing his demands. The nervous young girl looked down at the imposing tool in front of her and lowered her head, resting her hands on his powerful thighs and running her fingers over the small hairs coating them. He lips reached the head of his cock first and she began to demurely lick it with her wet tongue as it slowly slid down his thick shaft. His cock was so smooth and warm and filling to Jessica, and she wanted to stay on her knees and worship it while he began letting small moans of pleasure escape.
Her mouth was nearly too small to fully engulf his cock, but Nick grabbed her hair and lightly pushed her down, and he felt her mouth slide over his massive mushroom-shaped head. He let out a louder moan and shouted “suck me baby” as the seductively innocent young girl bobbed her mouth up and down on his manhood. He let his hands grope her chest, aggressively twisting and grabbing her perky and hard nipples with his smooth fingers. He was prepping her for another massive orgasm, and he wanted to make sure she would be shaking after this one.
He sighed as her mouth moved lower on his cock and her fingers cupped his formidable balls and lightly jiggled them. His penis was wet with saliva and a small bit of pre-cum formed at the head, which Jessica expertly licked off with her tongue. He let out a small giggle as she did this and he took the moment to survey the locker room, amazed at his own good fortune.
III.
Sexual arousal has a way of sparking creativity in some people, and Nick’s eyes were drawn to another part of the locker room as this young girl continued to clean his cock head. “Get up,” he grunted authoritatively, and gave her an aggressive kiss, groping her perky and firm breasts with his smooth hands. “I have an idea.” His fingers began exploring her pussy again, massaging her clit as he figured out the right way to communicate what he wanted. Before he could speak again, Jessica grabbed his shaft in her hand, tugging at it lightly and gripping his buttcheek with her other hand. Her lips and teeth gnawed at Nick’s neck, leaving light red marks on his sweaty skin. He moaned, unable to speak once more, and relented to Jessica’s control. She grabbed his hand and looked up at him, her eyes pleading for more of the pleasure she had never been given by another boy. “Lie down,” she whimpered. Nick obliged, understanding what she wanted, and grabbed a towel to toss on the floor. He sat down, his butt pressed against the cotton. Jessica seemed unsure of herself, wanting to take control but inexperienced enough to feel lost. Nick helped her crouch, his hands intertwined in hers. He grabbed the shaft of his cock in his hand and positioned it so it stuck nearly straight up, its forward curve making slightly harder for Jessica. He told her to lean forward and her lips nearly touched his as he pushed his body upward. After some fidgeting, they felt it thrust inside of Jessica. She felt his thickness more than ever; she could barely wiggle her tight pussy further down on it, but did so, wincing slightly. A minute of this discomfort passed, and Jessica began to tentatively ride Nick. Sensing she felt self-conscious, Nick massaged her breasts and began to pump his cock deeper into her. Her moans drowned out any apprehensions she had.
“Just relax,” Jessica commanded. Nick smirked and let almost every part of his body go limp. She moved her hips faster, the friction of her motion incredible for his now slick cock. Nick moaned loudly; Jessica tore her hands into his sweaty hair. He began pumping again, and used his free hand to rub her clit as best he could. The dual pleasure was intense, and Jessica was biting her lip to avoid shrieking. “Come on, squirt for me, squirt for me,” Nick sputtered between pants. Finally, Jessica dove down, her face buried in Nick’s hair, as she had the most intense orgasm of her sixteen years.
Her body collapsed on his, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead before rolling her off. Drops of a foreign, congealed-looking substance were on his leg, and he laughed inwardly at the disgustingness of sex. While it was, in a word, nasty, it was also powerfully attractive to them both, and Jessica, blushing, cleaned him off with the towel. Standing up, shakily, Nick took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. “You know, I could go a couple more times before I need to finish.” Smirking, he helped her up and squeezed her butt, ready to mark his territory.
Just as Nick was about to kiss Jessica again, a new sound entered the otherwise vacant locker room. The main door swung open. A boy, seventeen or eighteen years old, stood there in athletic shorts and a t-shirt, his mouth hanging open.

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My Aunts Big Surprise

This is my second story and i hope you enjoy it.
My name is Samantha, everyone calls me Sam. Every spring i go to my aunts place so that we can hang out and have fun together. Every year she has something to surprise me with, but this year I have a feeling will be different. Time will only tell.

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My Pet Boy

This is a piece of pure fiction oozing from the lucid imagination of its author and bears no resemblance to actual persons, places or events in the past present or future. I stood close to him as he bent down to reach for the cup in the cabinet. His round buns lightly brushed against my hard cock. He hesitated ever so slightly as he felt me and then straightened up and inched backward and made firm contact. As he sighed then I reached into his blue short pockets with both my hands. I spread my fingers around his thighs and encircled his stiffening dick with my thumb. I could see his smile in the mirror. Now he was pressing back into my cock and I kissed his neck. Mat karo naa? he said and leaned into my chest. His hands now reached back and grabbed my thighs. Kya nahin Karun? I asked.

True Story

The Fuel Stop

The Fuel Stop
This is a story about a journey home after a shopping trip that Chas and I went on recently.
We were on our way home after a good day out shopping. We had been in a lot of shops, and I had tried on several articles of clothing, always leaving the curtain of the changing cubicle open a bit for other men to see me change as when I took off my short tight dress I was naked underneath except for my black stockings and suspenders as I wasn’t wearing any underwear, giving them a good look at my tits and shaven cunt.
One guy that must of been in his fifties came up close to one of the cubicles and looked right in. I had taken off my dress so all of me was on show. He was rubbing the bulge in his trousers. He reached in and asked if he could touch me. I nodded to him. His hand reached for my breast and he sqeezed and mauled them, then moved down to my cunt where he began to rub then inserted two fingers up me, wanking me off until I cum.
After, I said one good turn deseves another and got down on my knees infront of him. I unzipped him and got his cock out and took him in my mouth. He groaned as I licked and sucked until he thrust his groin hard towards my face. With his cock up to his balls in my mouth he shot his cum into my mouth. He pulled out and shot another load in my face. As he put his cock away I wiped his cum from my face with my fingers and scooped into my mouth adding to what was already in there, then swallowed the lot as he watched. After, I licked my fingers clean. As he left he said to Chas who had been watching, “Fucking wild slut you have there, sucks cock real good,” then walked off.
We also had a meal at a restaurant, and Chas had fingered my cunt under the table, I love this and had to bite my lip as I cum several times. There was also the flashing I had done at various times in the street, bending over showing my ass, and a couple of times unzipping my dress right up the front and letting it fall open as we passed a building site or a group of men in the street.
On our way home I had given Chas a blowjob when we stopped in a lay-by, and then said I was in the mood for some more flashing to lorry drivers on the way back.
I undid the zip all the way down then pulled it together. As we pulled alongside a truck I pulled the dress apart when the driver looked down giving him a good eyeful of all I had. He tooted his horn and grinned. I opened my legs and began to rub my cunt, then inserting two fingers in to my moist slot and gave the driver a ringside view of me wanking myself to a climax. After this I gave him a wave and a smile and we sped on.
Several miles further up the road Chas decided to stop as we needed fuel and pulled in at a truckstop, as he was filling up who should turn up but the truck driver who I had flashed to. He recognised the car and came over, he said he had enjoyed the show and how about having a drink with him in thanks at the nearby bar. I was looking him up and down so Chas said we didn’t mind if we did, so we parked up and followed him to the bar.
There were about six more trucks, several old cars and pickups and at least a couple of dozen motorcycles parked up outside. We went in, most of the men looked at me as we went in, looking me up and down, at my stocking tops which were just visible at the bottom of the dress. The truck driver ordered three beers and we sat on the bar stools, my dress riding up higher showing the bare flesh above my stockings.
There were quite a lot of bikers, and quite a crowd of rough looking guys and truckers, and about a dozen women, who were obviously with the bikers. The bar was split in to three rooms, a games room, dance area, and the main bar.
Chas bought some more beers, and was talking to the truck driver and some of his mates, I had wandered off to the ladies and then into the games room. I heard the trucker openly telling the other drivers about my flashing, and say that the tart might be up for a fuck later.
I went into the games room and started playing pool with some of the men. As I bent over to try a shot my dress rode up at the back showing my stocking tops and the lower part of the cheeks of my ass, and that I did hot have any underwear on. The men were taking it in turns to show me how to hold the cue making sure they had a feel of my ass in the process, and making me jump as they slipped a finger along my cuntlips, or inside my cunt or asshole. One guy even slipped a pool cue up my cunt as I was bent over the table and wanked me off with it. I heard one women say to a group of watching men, what a slut the tart was, and she hoped they would fuck her senseless later on, they said she could bet on that. They played on for a while, and with me, then we all went back to the bar for another drink.
Chas and I got into a discussion with some of the truckers and bikers about the merits and thrills of motorcycles and the different models (Chas has one himself). Each of the groups is arguing their point. We had been on at this for about an hour or so, when this biker guy say,s “Tell you what, lets arm wrestle for it”. “Yea ok” one of the truckers reply. “Winner gets the argument and the first to fuck the tart,” he said to the trucker and pointing at me. “Deal,” the trucker replys without any thought to me. I start to say something, but it is drowned out by the noise as they start the challenge. There’s a lot of grunting and swearing untill after a few minutes the biker wins to a round of cheers from his group. One of the men says big Mick is going to shag this tart and it should be a good show, as he isn’t called big Mick just for his muscles.
The crowd all make for the games room, and there is quite a lot of shouting going on such as the slags going to get a good fucking now. I walk to the room with them and as soon as I get there I am stripped of my dress by the women in there. I am now standing there in just my black stockings, suspenders, and stilettos with my legs apart and my hands on my hips all of me on show to the leering crowd. “Ok, who’s the lucky bastard who gets to fuck me first,” I say laughing.
The guy who they called big Mick walks forward, pulls my head back by my hair and plunges his fingers up my wet smooth shaven cunt making me groan loud. “Looks like I’m that lucky bastard who gets to fuck this cunt before all the rest of the guys make use of it and stretch it into a fucking big meathole ,” he sneers.
“Hell,fucking big cunt you got slut, been well used I guess, be plenty here for all us. You truckers can make use of the whores body after we’ve all finished mangling her holes,” he shouted to me and the cheering crowd.
He soon made me cum loudly from his fingering and pinching my now large nipples. Everybody is cheering and making comments on how the slag loves it and fuck the slut legless Mick. I’m soon pushed on to my back across a filthy table, with my legs wide apart and Mick giving me a good tonguing to lubricate my cunt before fucking me, then after shoving his huge cock up to the hilt in my stretched cunt. I cry out with every lunge in and the attention he is giving my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples. All the while he is telling me what a big cunt I have, and how I must be enjoying having his big cock filling it up, and telling me I am one hell of a fucking slut. He slapped me across the tits.
“You fucking like that slut? Like it rough when you’re being fucked, hey slag. I recon you do.” he shouted in my face.
“Oh yes, I love being punished, slap my tits, slap what ever you like, just keep fucking my hard with your big cock,” I shouted back.
“Ha, Ha, you fucking whore, you’ll get what you want,” he replied, and on every thrust he slapped my tits to his rythum. My nipples were large and my tits red from the punishing ordeal.
The women are urging him on, and shouting to fuck the bitch real good, stretch her cunt wide. One of the bikers produces a video camera and starts to film the whole show, saying that they haven’t had a good gangbang for ages, the last women had only managed six, but it looked as this slag could take them all on. The video would be good to show at other meets, and he could make a few quid selling copes to other clubs.
I did not give a fuck that I had been the prize in an arm wrestle between this Mick and one of the truckers, as to who was going to fuck me first, or that when he had won I had been stripped naked by women there and then infront of an audience, and made to tell him infront of everybody to lick my cunt, then to fuck me hard, to ream my cunt out, to fuck this slut legless, then give me to the others to use.
Mick had stopped fucking my cunt, and had pushed my legs to my tits and had shoved his cock up my ass. I was grunting like an animal at the violation my ass hole was getting. I could feel Mick was about to cum as he rammed his cock in hard and groaning, I was screaming out as I was cumming, and he shot his load deep up my ass then pulled out and shot another large load of cum over my stomach and tits, he then leaned forward and told me to taste my ass and lick him clean. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked all his shaft and balls until there wasn’t a trace of cum left. Now lick my ass he said. I spread his ass cheeks wide and licked and slurped all along his crack, pushing my tongue up as far as I could up his ass hole. That wasn’t to be the last ass hole man or womans I licked out that night. After he had finished he then stood back and fastened his jeans, I was still lying on the table, legs apart with cum running out of my abused pussy.
Mick said he had finished with me for the time being, so who was next to fuck the tart. There was soon another cock pummelling into my cunt and another in my mouth, I was now getting what I wanted and deserved, being used for what I was, a slutty sex toy for the pleasure of whoever wanted to use her.
There was now a long line of men leading to me and a the cocks were pumelling hard and fast into my cunt. As soon as one pulled out another took it’s place. Another biker grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my mouth to his cock then pulling my head hard by my hair made me deep throat him.
“UUUGGGGGG, UUUUUMMMMPPPPHHHH, UUUUMMMMMMM, UUUUMMMMMM,” I grunted as his cock speed in and out of my mouth, his balls slapping my chin on every thrust.
“That’s it you fucking meathole, suck it hard. I’m going fucking choke you with it, you cum sucking whore,” he shouted at me.
After about fourteen or fifteen cocks had either used my mouth or cunt, I said why didn’t they turn me over and give my ass a good fucking. One of the women shouted out “come on men give the slut what she wants, a good hard ass fucking”, I was soon turned over and bent over the table, and was soon moaning aloud as a cock was pushed up to the hilt, his balls slapping against my ass as he rammed in and out, he was slapping my ass hard as he did so, telling me what a tight ass I had to fuck, and what a slag I was for being used like this. Somebody shouted out that it wouldn’t be a tight ass hole after they had all finished with it. All I managed to say between gasps was that I liked being a slag, a slut, and being used as one, so come on men line up and fuck me, get them cocks in my whores body and use it. One time I was sat astride one guy on the floor, his cock up my ass hole, as two young girls used my nipples and tits to lift me off his cock and plunge me back down on it. I screamed out each time as they were pulled and streached out of shape. All this earned me were slaps either across my face or tits, and told to shut the fuck up making so much noise.
After about ten had fucked my poop shoot, they then went on to use all my holes at once, cocks were every were. Two cocks at a time were forced up my cunt or into my ass. I was sucking cock after cock, sometimes two or three at once, cocks were in both my hands being wanked. My belly was full of cum from the amount I had swallowed. Other men were wanking on me or squeezing my tits and twisting my nipples. One women sat on my face and ordered me to lick her cunt. I licked and sucked her musty cunt, pushing my tounge up inside and nibbling on her clit untill she cum. Aother women had her man fuck her ass, then she sat on my face and I licked all the cum out of her ass. As I did this, my legs were held wide open and she continualy slapped my open cunt. I was cumming over and over again, a real cumslut and loving it. There was a lot of cum over the table so one of the truckers pushed my face down into it and shouted to me to lick it up. I licked and sucked at all that cum there.
“Yea, thats it, make sure you don’t leave any, you fucking piece of shit,” he shouted at me again.
More and more cocks were shoved in my ass until they decided that for the video some more spanking was required. A women came forward and said she wanted to do that, and said to me that she bet i would liked some pain, and with that brought her hand down hard on my ass. I cried out, and shouted yes, do it more. The women slapped again and again making the cheeks of my ass sting and glow red.
“Come on girls, lets slap this old slag around abit,” she shouted to the other women. They all came over and started to slap my ass and legs. A truck driver took off his belt and said to use that, the women took it. It made a loud crack as it came down across my ass, I was crying out aloud as it came down again and again.
They then decided my front needed some attention, so I was turned back over and spread-eagled over the table my arms and legs being held down and apart by four other women. They then took it in turns to use their hands and the belt to spank my tits, thighs, and cunt. I was writhing and moaning, arching my back as the belt or hand came down on my tits and shaven cunt, crying out that I was cumming all the time. “Yes, Yes, thats it you fucking bitches, whip my tits, whip my used cunt, thrash me, make me cum,” I was shouting out. Aother women slapped me across the face.
“Tell us your a piece of shit, a piss drinking shit whore,” she shouted at me.
“Come on, tell us,” she shouted again and slapped me across the face again first across one cheek then the other making my head roll from one side to the other.
“I’m a piece of shit, a piss drinking shit whore, my only use is to fuck and have mens and womens bodily fluids sprayed into or over my naked body, a meathole to be fucked when required,” I screamed out back to her.
Everybody laughed or cheered.
The cum leaking from my cunt splashed as the leather stung my naked cunt, I screamed out as it curled around on to my clit, and I strained against the women that were holding me. “I’MMM CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG, YES, YES, WHIP MY CUNT MORE, YEEEESSSSSSSS,” I cried out as I cum. The women were slapping my tits and cunt faster now. I had to be held down now by the men to stop me falling off the table from this onslaught of pain and pleasure.
A group women lined up and took turns to pull their jeans down and sit on my face, telling me to lick their pussys good, the crowd of men loved this and shouted to the women to rub their cunts down hard into my face. They did, grinding them down onto my face and mouth. They could all hear me licking and slurping on all the wet juicy cunts, pushing my tongue up inside them as far as I could. They then all slid their asses down until their ass holes were over my mouth. “Now lick our ass holes cunt,” the first one shouted, and she moaned aloud as I licked all along and up into her ass and poked my tongue deep into her hole. The rest of the women waited in line for this trashy sluts tounge work on them.
There was another cheer as a large strap on dildo of at least thirteen inches was produced and a young girl put it on and started to fuck me with it, then they all took it in turns with it, using my cunt and ass as they wanted. As one fucked my ass or cunt, another girl sat on my face so as to lick their cunt or ass, even the men took turns in having me lick their ass holes out. I watched a girl let a man shag her, then she came over and told me to lick and suck all the cum out, I loved this and was soon sucking hard, draining all the cum from this girls hole, and making her climax by biting and teasing her clit. Another was fucked up her ass, then she sat on my face as I sucked her hole of all the cum. All the other women were putting on quite a show either fucking me with the dildo or biting and pinching my tits and nipples or sitting on my face, my tits and cunt were still getting a good slapping , as was my face.
Finally everybody had used either of my three holes once or twice and were shagged out, but again for the video they all wanked over me, and the ones who could not cum again pissed over me,the women just spit over me and in my face. By the end I was covered in a mixture of cum, piss, and beer, rubbing it into my tits, cunt, and face, whilst wanking myself off with a beer bottle for the cheering audience. A beer bottle had been filled with cum, piss, and spit during the evening and was now poured over my head while I lay there.
“Right now, lick all the piss and cum off the floor now, cunt.” a guy shouted at me, and rolled me over onto my stomach in the mess with his foot.
Again, with my face and tits laying squashed in the mess as he pushed down on my back with his foot,I licked the gooey mess off the floor to a round of laughing and obscene comments. A women shouted to me to spread my legs and as I did so she pushed her foot between them and ground the sole of her trainer into my cunt then pushed the toe up into my soggy cunt hole.
“Fucking lick harder, you filthy cum sucker. Fuck, this is where a piece of trash like you belongs,” she shouted as she pushed her foot in further up my hole. I moaned out loud and continued to lick the slimey floor.
Just to finish the evening off, the bikers thought it would be fun to take us for a spin on their bikes through the nearby roads. We did this, but for a twist they would not let me dress. I must of looked a sight. A fortyone year old women, walking outside in public, wearing just some laddered black stockings and high heel shoes. My cunt, ass, and tits all on show and covered in piss and cum. A real dirty alley whore. I sat pillion on one of the bikes, but infront of the rider so I was well on show. They did not ride to fast so people got a good look at what I had on show. I didn’t half get some looks and cheers from people as we rode through the back streets and a rough looking council estate, with my tits and all on view.
When we got back, the truck drivers had their photos taken with a Polaroid camera with either they’re cocks in my ass, cunt or mouth, outside in the park with everybody in the back ground, to hang in their cabs. One had me in his cab with me bent over sucking his cock while his mate reached under me and was pulling my nipples hard so they streached out under me. A lot of photos were also to be hung up in the cafe.
The bikers said they had never had a gangbang anything like this, and would be the talk of the clubs for some time what with the video to show, and they said that they were having a meet with some other clubs later in the year down on the coast, so why didn’t we go along with them on Chas’s bike. They promised I would have a good time and get a lot of attention, especially with the video being shown there, even more fucking than I got here as there would be several clubs there. We agreed to go and said to get in touch via Email nearer the time.
Mike tells Chas that if I was his tart, I would be kept naked all the time to service him and the guys when they wanted, wherever they wanted. I laugh and say not to give him ideas, although it sounds like I would have a good time.
“Hey, after we’ve all fucked you, how about you put on a show fucking some dogs and horses for all the guys at the camp site that weekend,” somebody shouted to a round of cheers.
“Well maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll do just that.” I replied and laughed.
A roar of whistles and hoots went up.
“Ha, don’t worry guys, she will. The one thing the slut loves most is to be naked taking any and all the cocks she can in her holes.” Chas said, to another round of hooting.
“Ha, Ha, you make me sound such a fucking slutty whore, darling,” I replied and laughed.
I had a wash up at an outside tap at the front of the cafe to clean some of the mess of my self, then put my dress back on, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. I was exhausted, but we had a lot of memories of the night, and a lot of other men and women did as well I bet.

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The Elder Scrolls: Rise of the Sword-Runner *Teaser 2*

At the Battle of Whiterun – Much further on in the story probably the Mid-Point
Rickard looked behind him, 1800, Steel Armour clad Stormcloak War Chargers with Chainmail helms; his own company he founded with Jarl Ulfrics permission, backed by 500 Stormcloak Archers and 16 Catapults.
The War Chargers themselves were taught by Rickard Sword-Runner himself. He taught them how to fight from horseback with sword, spear, axe and lance, for only the biggest, toughest and best soldiers could join the War Chargers, each of them over 6ft 7in, they truly were a fearsome sight, and the only stormcloak battalion to be made up of soldiers from each of the holds, Falkreath, Whiterun, The Pale, Winterhold, The Reach, Eastmarch, The Rift, Haafingar and Hjaalmarch, and each were split up into 9 divisions whose steel kite shields and standard bearer bore the Coat of Arms of their respective holds.
But, what made the War Chargers different was that they were not made up solely of Nords, although they made up the majority, there were Red Guards, Khajiit, Wood Elves, Dark Elves, Bretons, Argonisns, people who were fighting for their homes, for their freedom, for Skyrim. To show all of Nirn that this is not simply a Nord Rebellion, but a rebellion for all who call Skyrim home, for all who have experienced the long cold of Skyrim, and have earned the right to call Skyrim, Home.
Rickard rode at the head of the column as it unfurled in a long line across the plains like a giant steel snake bristling with spears. Before them lay Whiterun, the Stormcloaks main force had already began the battle with the Dovakiin at its head as it rushed the main gates. The archers and catapults in Rickards company had readied themselves at had targeted the city, their arrows alight and boulders covered in tar.
Rickard raised his steel clad arm with his mailed fist into the air, the archers took aim, the seconds slowed and slipped by as time itself seemed to slow, then, his fist dropped, swift and heavy as a giant fiery wall lifted from the very earth in one motion, flying through the air in a flaming fury, smashing into the city with a roaring crash as the western stone wall of the wind district collapsed in an explosion of red glory.
Rickard looked to his right, upon a raised patch of earth stood four figures, two slender figures encased in silver-steel armour, silver blonde, and auburn hair flowing in the wind, as two others stood holding his own Coat of arms, A pair of golden lions rampant facing each other on a field of black with a white shield between then outlined in gold with a black cross on it, a red horse and steel clad knight stood at its centre, rearing wielding a golden lance
He spurred his steed forward up the hill, a huge crystal white war horse, almost 6ft 8in in height with a long golden mane and tail, encased in enamelled silver armour.
He rode up alongside the two slender figures, Linevia and Mjoll. He turned to face the bristling spiked steel wall behind him.
“My brothers and sisters!” He roared in a bombing authoritative voice of steel,
“See before you the feeble might of the glorious Imperial Legion” he called out as a rolling laughter spread through the ranks
“Today my brothers and sisters we show all of Nirn what it means to be from Skyrim. It matters not what colour your skin, furred or scaled, we are all the sons and daughters of Skyrim! These imperial dogs no nothing of the cold hard winter winds and waters of the north! These lands are where this empire was founded! Lets us show them that no longer will the north bend the knee to weak willed old men! Arise riders of Skyrim! Arise riders of the north! Feel the cold on your face and take heart in it! These are our lands not theirs this is our home!
Forward unto death
Forward unto glory
Forward war chargers!” He boomed as his mighty horse reared beneath him and the deep horns sounded Bummm-BOOOOM bummmm-BOOOOM bummm-BOOOOM
He tore his Spartan helm from his saddle, its black plume ridding down the helm.
He slammed it down on his head, spun around on his horse, kicked in with his knee and shot off like a bolt as the noise of reading lances and steel shields sounded across the hills, 1800 strong.
The riders rode closer and closer to the burning breach, black arrows flying overhead. Rickard thrust his shield arm out and as graceful as a water dancer 1500 riders broke off south headed for the Stormcloak camp with Mjoll at its head to help the the assault on the main gates
As they neared the breach the smoke began to clear 14 men stood in the breach, 9 legionnaires and 5 Guards whilst 7 more guards manned the wall with bows. Thrusting his Lance into the air before readying for the charge a group of 70 men in his own Battalion threw their spears, long hollow 6ft spears tipped in Silver with a lead counter balance at its base. The 70 spear like javelins cascaded down upon the wall breaking on the stone, sinking into soil, straw and flesh. four of the archers fell, picked off their feet by the monstrosities, alongside 3 of the ground men, all guards.
“Yea-AHHHHHH!” Rickard roared as he aimed his lance in his right hand at the Legate of this group of centurions.
The seconds slowed as the 400 men drew closer and closer to the wall.
12 meters.
8 meters.
6 meters.
2 meters.
1 meter.
BANG
Rickards lance drove through the Legates right eye, ripping straight through leaving a huge gaping hole in the right side of his face and his horse trampled a legionnaire in front of him and his lance drove into the heart of a Whiterun Guard and stuck, their feeble shield wall began to break as two legionnaires ran after him.
Rickard felt a sharp sting in his shoulder as an imperial arrow sank deep into it. A loud scream sounded as he looked back for an instant and saw the armer impaled with a bushel of arrows, fall from the wall whilst the rest of the men, 300 strong crashed into the Legions shield wall and it shattered, the men crushed beneath horse hooves like ma stone wall had fallen on top of them.
A group of 50 guards and legionnaires charged at them as Rickard looked forward again, unstrapping his shield he quickly shifted it to his left arm leaving it free as he drew The Ebony Blade from its sheath, weilding it with one hand like a man would a knife.
He let another roar escape his throat, the roar of the lion the Chargers called it so fearsome and frightening that 12 of the 50 legionnaires stopped in fear.
Thrusting The Ebony Blade in the air as he rode past the Hall of the Dead another volley of arrows were let lose into the Legion as Forty city guardsmen joined the battle from Dragonsreach and the Plains District, 21 legionnaires fell.
Rickard howled like a wolf as he swung the Ebony Blade at the fist man on his right, cleaving a gaping hole from knave to collar bone in the man as he swung round at the the left cleaving a mans head in two as the rest of the Chargers crashed into the Legionnaires.
His moment died as he got caught in a press of bodies, Rickard was swinging wildly at the legionnaires and City Guards, hacking and slashing, this way and that way.
His arm was tiring as he swung the great sword, spun his horse left am right, and the unending torrent of mace, axe, sword and arrow blows rained down on his shield.
A large man ran up to him wielding an Iron Battle-axe and roaring wildly as he swung heavily up, under his horse hoping it wasn’t armoured there. It was. His axe struck the leather strap holding the saddle to his horse, snapping it but not breaking through the mail.
Rickard spun his horse round to face the man but as he did so his saddle slipped from his horses back as it reared back and brought its hooves down on the mans helmed head, crushing it in the iron cage with a horrifying crunch.
Rickard hit the ground hard, his shield clattering across the stones to the great cream barked tree in he centre of the courtyard as his men cut through the Legionnaires, their numbers melting away like an ice-cube in a hot fire.
Rickard struggled to his feet as a sharp sting struck his body, an arrow, piercing the light mail between his cuirass and his greaves , sinking deep into his flesh as a man charged at him with sword in hand. Rickard swatted the sword from the mans hand, roughly punching the man in the head with a mailed fist. He spun round quickly as a man spun a great-sword at his head, he ducked, stabbed upward slashed right, cleave a gash in a helmed face, swung chopped an arm off, pain, hammer struck steel, spin parry stab, parry slice, parry cleave, block kick punch.
“Raiden” a ghostly voice called out
Duck, dodge, slice, stab, cleave, chop, kill
“Raiden” the voice called out desperately this time
Duck, dodge, side step. Too late.
An arrow embedded itself half an inch in under Rickards arm, the breath sucked out of him as he roughly tore his helm off and threw it down.
“Raiden . Peace. Remember the promise” the voice called again, and Rickard, once again Raiden, was gone.
His pain in his limbs was gone, the wounds too. He stood looking around him a sudden chill as he watched the Icy tundra around him, a girls giggles bounced around him as he turned around.
There stood a girl, 17, beautiful, her ling chocolate brown hair tied back in a pony tail with two braids running down the sides of her head, her aqua eyes staring at him smiling and full of happiness, her tanned skin shinning in the sun.
He looked down at he outstretched arms, a beautiful crystal, glowing lightly with all the colours of the rainbow.
“Take it Raiden, It’s yours. Remember your promise, never forget me” the girl said as she placed the crystal in his open palm, a silver chain roped through the top of it for a necklace.
A high pitch screech began to build up all around him as his head began to pound and everything began to vibrate.
The girls form became like glass, cracks, carving their way over her face and body. Then everything exploded. Darkness consumed him. Out of the darkness a man walked forth, the man looked at him, he looked to be 24 or 25, tall 6ft 8in, and heavily muscled his long golden blonde hair hung messy around his head, his electric blue eyes shifting constantly between electric blue and emerald green. A thin stubbly blonde beard strapped his chin and jawline. His voice was deep and commanding, yet strangely comforting and familiar
“Remeber who you are you fool!” He said as the black turned to bright white.
When his eyes opened he was surround by hundreds of figures, all wearing something different, all different ages between 17 to as old as 76, they all stared at him with the same face
“Remember who you are!” They said in unison and the white flashed again even brighter than before, and he was back again on the battlefield.
An arrow was heading for his face, his senses came back to him, he swatted it away as the archer was filled with arrows. Standing up and looking about him, 15 men lay dead around him, his blade coated heavy with blood.
He looked into his palm and there sat the crystal as bright and beautiful as it had been when he first saw it. Slowly he placed it over his head as it came to rest gently on his steel clad chest.
He stood up, and never before had his path been clearer to him.
He rallied his 11 best warriors to him including Linevia. An Argonian, two female Khajiit, an Orc, three Nords, two Dark Elves and A Redguard, Linevia a Wood Elf and himself, who they said was Atmorran.
He turned to the remaining two hundred and four warriors,
“Men, clear out this district before doing so in the Plains District, take as many prisoner as possible and harm no one who does not bear steel against you!” He boomed before marching towards Dragonreaches great Stone steps.
“Rickard are you alright?” A soft voice asked as he turned to face Linevia, her face coated with concern
“Ye-Yeah” he said unsure as they reached the top of the stairs.
Behind the stars stood four young men, 16 or seventeen, sweating profusely in their mail coats and scaled helms,
“Stay, st-st-st stay back” one of the said his eyes moist and red with tears as he waved his sword pathetically at the company
“Put down the blade boy, We won’t harm you” Rickard said, he pitied the boy
“Ha ha ha the noble Jarl fear us!” The or named Rangdush bellowed
“You- you, my father fell…” The boy said as his sword fell limp at his side and he pulled his helm from his head his red hair coated with sweat.
“What was his name?” Rickard asked kindly as he took a step forward,
“Joran” The boy replied as the others dropped their swords and sat down solemnly on the wood bridge “I saw your men drag him off” the boy finished as tears began to stream down his face.
“What is your name?”
“Essel, Essel White-Bane”
“Essel White-Bane, if your father Joran White-Bane was dragged of by *my* men then he is safe and will not be harmed, if he is already harmed my healers will look after them as they will do with all the injured of this battle”
“Re-Really?”
“Yes. Would you like to go to him?”
“Yes”
“Very well” Rickard finished as he looked to the satchel on his hip and drew out a phial filled with white powder and handed it to him as the Khajiit twins Rak-Shel and Ris-An removed the barricade
“What do I do with this?” eric asked as he looked at the Phial,
“Spread the powder in a P shape on your cuirass, leave all your weapons here, keep your hands in the air and leave the city through the breach in the wall” Rickard explained as he walked up to the doors.
The four young boys did as they were bid, green boys, unknowing of war, fools, Rickard thought as he pushed open the heavy wood doors of Dragonsreach and the four boys walked off arms in the air, towards the breach, unarmed and of no threat.
As he ascended the stars of Dragonsreach to the great hearth in the middle of the hall he saw Jarl Balgruuf standing defiant, his houscarls and thanes standing defiant alongside the Legion Commander an sever legion soldiers, 17 in total
“Surrender, the city is lost, your forces are scattered to the wind Balgruuf, there need not be any more killing! Surrender and you and your children may go to Solitude with an escort of my own, no harm will come to any of you” Rickard boomed to all of them
“You think me a coward!” Balgruff roared,
“No I think you are a fool who thinks he can stand against a combined force of two thousand men with only seventeen”
Rickard retorted as Quick-Eyes, the Argonian and Linevia fanned to the left an right arming their bows as the rest fanned out to Rickards left and right.
The legion soldiers began to lower their arms along with their commander,
“Smart man” Rickard said aloud
“I will surrender, if all those of my men who survived the battle may return to solitude with me” the Commander demanded
“If that is the soldiers choice they may, if it is not they will not” Rickard replied with a smile as the Legion Commander looked puzzled
“What do you mean” the Legion Commander replied cautiously
“I will give them a choice, you see, I plan to expand my… my forces to include a foot based division, if they choose to accept my offer I will train them myself and equip them myself” Rickard replied confidently as the Legion Commander could do nothing but nod in agreement
“Bloody Coward! Craven! TRAITOR!” Balgruuf roared in anger as the 12 Legion men dropped their weapons and left for the breach in the wall. Five warriors now stood at the top of the steps.
A long heavy sigh escaped Balgruufs mouth
“I.” The words caught in his mouth
“Surrender”

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