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This is not written by a woman, but from a woman’s perspective. I thought I would try to stretch myself. Ladies, let me know if I got it right.
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Zac’s Story 7
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Gepetto Falls Off the Wagon
Snow White was sitting on Pinocchio’s face, grinding her hips like a pestle and grunting “Tell a lie! Tell the truth! Tell a lie!” Gepetto permitted himself one long, lustful survey of her porcelain buttocks, impaled on Pinocchio’s nose, before closing the door in disgust. The little bastard, he thought. I make the boy out of nothing but an armload of planks, give him the gift of life, and what does he do? He whores his novelty nose to a train of slutty princesses and blushing damsels. First there had been Little Red Riding Hood, that jailbait minx with her tote bag full of goodies and her thighs scissored around the lad’s pencil neck for hours at a time. She had stamina; Gepetto had been kept awake entire nights by her wolfish howls. And then Briar Rose, who had woken up with years of repressed libido bursting her breast: far too much for that staid prince and his chaste good-morning smooches. She’d wanted it all, had ordered the boy through cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, and doggy-style nosejobs along with positions Gepetto couldn’t have identified with the aid of the Kama Sutra. Their affair had reached a level of kinkiness Gepetto had never imagined. Briar Rose had nearly flooded him out of his room when they’d experimented with watersports, and then the brat had the nerve to ask Gepetto for weatherproofing.
After that energetic fling had come Cinderella, with her shy-girl act, ragged Emo wardrobe, and pumpkin-sized hooters. She had almost turned the casual sex into a relationship. Then one day Cinderella had squealed to a stop outside the house in her mouse-powered sports car and climbed though Pinocchio’s window to find him giving a throbbing snoot-ride to her fairy godmother. Pinocchio had tried to weasel his way out of it, but the same feature that kept him up to his eyebrows in muff had proved his undoing. By the time he had finished explaining, his nose had been so swollen even Alice, with her talent for making holes stretch, couldn’t have fit it anywhere.
And now Snow White, the hottest disenfranchised princess in all of Fairyland. God damn. According to Sleazy, whose foul mouth and vivid imagination had gotten him banned from all the storybooks, Snow White could take all eight dwarves in a night and still have enough energy for three rounds behind closed doors with a Rampant Rabbit. But Sleazy had been known to lie almost as much as Pinocchio; according to the woodsman, Snow White never touched those dwarves. The one thing Gepetto knew for sure was that she gave Pinocchio’s face regular and thorough workouts.
Aw fuck it. Gepetto knew the score: he was jealous. The last time he’d lubed his crankshaft, Rapunzel had been wearing a bob. And look at her now: Gepetto couldn’t help remembering the time he’d been working on the fence in the front yard and glanced in the window to spy her mounting Pinocchio. Blond hair that cascaded over the two of them like a shifting blanket and a completely shaved snatch, gleaming with dew. It was almost more than he could bear to think about. Just listening to the wooden brat reaming his way through the Fairyland phone book was the closest Gepetto’d come to a sex life in decades. If he weren’t so disgusted by the lad’s antics he’d probably have been whacking off with his ear to the wall, imagining that it was his own lined face plumbing all those pink and puckered girl-parts. Maybe he could drill a hole in the wall… Too late to find out if the rumours were true about Little Red Riding Hood taking it in the butt, though, unless she came back for another round.
Gepetto rummaged noisily in his cabinets, hoping to remind the kid he was still alive but knowing Pinocchio wouldn’t be able to hear anything with Snow White’s thighs clapped over his ears. He emerged with a bottle of apricot brandy and a chipped mug. He had given up drinking years ago, hoping to make himself a role-model for Pinocchio, and look where it had got him. Why deny himself any longer? Life had to hold some pleasures. The bottle had been in his cupboard for ages; the three bears had presented it to Gepetto in appreciation after he made them a wooden cage for that thieving Goldilocks. Goldilocks: even she’d be grown up by now. Wouldn’t be a surprise to find her getting the nasal probing one of these days. The right combination of fibs and part-truths and Pinocchio’s face-mounted dildo would probably be just right.
With a sigh like an asthmatic tea-kettle Gepetto plunked his tired ass onto the workbench and poured himself a generous shot. Then another. He kept knocking them back until the bottle was empty. Shit, was that all he had? He tossed aside work gloves and sketchbooks until he found several dusty bottles of cheap vodka and whiskey. Not the good stuff, but it would do for an all-night bender. If he wanted to restock on quality hooch, he’d better make something else for those bears. Or maybe the three pigs had a stash. Those talking pork chops always needed something built, the way they went through houses.
Make something – yeah, that’s what he should do. No more wallowing in self-pity. He was Gepetto, the finest damn woodcutter in the land. Who needed the ungrateful brat? He could build a new and better marionette, one that didn’t fuck off with half the neighbourhood. Gepetto grabbed his toolbox and staggered towards the woodpile. Not just a surrogate son, this time, or a pathetic little buddy – a broad. Why should Pinocchio be the only one around here getting laid?
Gepetto assembled several blocks of wood – torso, arms, legs, head, and a short connecting plank for the neck. It took all of his willpower to start carving at the head, the way he normally did. This wasn’t going to be a block of wood with two holes and a pair of tits, he told himself. It would be a masterpiece, like the boy. Better than the boy. Gepetto worked with maniacal energy. “Busy as a beaver,” he cackled to himself as he chipped and shaped his wood. The clich?urned into a chant: “busy as a beaver, as a beaver, a beaver, beaver, bea-ver, BEA-VER…” Woodchips rained onto the floor and sawdust coated Gepetto’s beard. His wrists ached but he drove himself onward, stopping only long enough to gulp the occasional frantic mouthful of booze. His mallet rose and fell in a rhythmic blur, the chisel penetrating and shaping wood with urgent but tender ease. Gepetto worked without fatigue, fuelled by lust and alcohol. Hammering sounds drowned out Snow White’s frantic grunting, then later Pinocchio’s satisfied snores.
Gepetto stepped back to study his progress so far. The creature taking shape under his hands was beyond beautiful. Wide eyes with lashes like flowerbeds, full lips of dark rosewood. The cheekbones sculpted her face into a luscious pear shape framed by a torrent of sandalwood hair. The limbs were smooth and delicate yet muscular; he had modelled the legs after Gretel’s. Strong thighs and calves from tireless walking, supple, with elegant feet. The torso was proportioned but unfinished: Gepetto had saved it for last so he could concentrate on it exclusively, make it his finest work.
After two deep, mind-clearing slugs of whiskey he was ready for the challenge. Gepetto chose his best carving knives and started with a perfectly round but discreet indentation for the belly button. Then he set to work shaping the breasts into buoyant half-globes, like grapefruits lifting their faces towards the sun to say hello. He teased them into peaks topped by nipples alert with passion and promise. Not as prominent as Cinderella’s eye-popping rack but subtler. Gepetto was convinced Cinderella was magically enhanced, anyway.
Gepetto switched to a fine whittling knife for the details of the pubis. He was decorating the cleft with a cloud of curving hairs when a wicked thought struck him: he’d give her a landing strip! That would be far sexier and more womanly than Rapunzel’s little-girl look. And then the labia. Gepetto was sweating as he incised a delicate slit between the legs before feathering it into lacy folds and crinkles and topping it off with a budding clitoris: the cherry atop the sundae.
Before he could get too entranced by his own creation Gepetto flipped it over and shaped the ass into ripe mounds. Using his hammer and chisel with deftness a pointillist painter would have envied he split it with a deep, straight crack, then canted the edges. And then, the finale. Probing to the bottom of the crack with his thinnest awl, working by touch alone, Gepetto produced a ring of tiny creases, even and symmetrical, radiating like petals from the pistil of a tantalizing flower. Gepetto stood for a second and gawked, slack-jawed. The ass was stunning: it possessed its own gravity. The woman herself was an orrery, a perfectly aligned set of spheres: breasts, mound, buttocks.
Gepetto mopped his brow. His heart thudded and his cock strained against his woodworking apron. What would he name her? Julietta. That had the right ring to it. Gepetto was ready for action. He groped under the workbench for the bag of magic dust gifted him long ago by good-witch Glenda, the dust he had used once on Pinocchio and then never again. He scooped a handful and sprinkled it over the mannequin, then waited, holding his breath, while she stirred. The wooden woman turned over and sat up, blinking and looking around her. Gepetto was transfixed by the movement of her breasts as she breathed. Her dusky nipples hardened in the cool of the workshop’s night air. So like flesh: she was far more realistic than Pinocchio! As the doll pivoted to dangle her feet over the edge of the table, Gepetto stared at her cunt. Had he really sculpted that? A neat arrangement of downy pubic hair framed the soft bulge of labia majora. And those slim inner lips, just barely protruding in a teasing display of pink. Julietta shifted, taking in Gepetto and her surroundings, and her thighs parted, pulling the labia apart into a vibrant, gleaming vista that reminded Gepetto of his first dawn.
Introductions and explanations would have to wait, because Gepetto could not. He stripped off his leather apron and yanked his belt free, letting his trousers tumble into an ankle-deep canvass pool. Under the workbench he kept a pot of grease – that would do the trick. He slathered a dollop over his glans and a handful over Julietta’s crotch and levered her upper body back onto the table. Then he parted her legs by shuffling forward, trousers snagging at his feet, until he was between her thighs, pressed up against the warmth of her belly.
One smooth thrust and Gepetto’s modest (at best) dick was embedded to the balls in Julietta’s crevice. Julietta gasped with surprise and delight, her fingers digging into Gepetto’s shoulders. Gepetto moaned. The tunnel was so deep and tight; it gripped his cock with fierce strength. He eased himself back out and then plunged in again. He clasped Julietta’s hips and lifted them off the table as he began a frenzied thrusting. “Oh yeah, oh yeah baby,” Gepetto grunted as his cock hammered in and out of Julietta’s virgin hole. “Who’s your daddy? Huh, doll? Who’s your daddy!” Gepetto built to a frantic rhythm, his buttocks clenching with each deep stroke. He released Julietta’s hips with one hand and rummaged for the grease again, coating his fingers. While his prick soaked in the warmth of Julietta’s pussy he reached beneath her trembling hips and fondled her ass until his fingers had wormed between the cheeks. He rubbed his gooey fingers in circles around the firm ring of her anus, spreading lubrication. His forefinger dipped inside and Gepetto wiggled it, trying to match the urgent quiverings of his cock in Julietta’s quim.
Julietta was panting, tossing her head from side to side. Gepetto struggled not to come. “You want wood, baby? I’ll give you wood!” He spun Julietta over and slipped out of her oozing vagina. Taking her ass in a fierce grip he rubbed his greasy cock between the smooth mounds of her buttocks, exploring the deep cleft like a snake probing the burrow of its prey. The engorged head of his prick nestled against her puckered rosebud and he pushed. Julietta made a shocked yipping noise, arched her back, and shimmied her ass towards Gepetto, engulfing his entire penis. Their moans mingled with the creaking of the table as they rocked themselves together. Dear God, her ass was tight! It reminded Gepetto of that drunken night years ago when he had tried to fuck his wood vice. Of course, the wood vice hadn’t thrashed with delight, squirming and rotating against him while alternately clenching and relaxing around his shaft.
Gepetto’s balls were slapping against Julietta’s slick pussy lips and swollen clit as he drove himself harder and faster into the depths of her asshole. He released his grip with one hand to slap her ass, keeping time with Julietta’s pants and contractions. He could feel the climax building within him; the need to come was almost intolerable. His cock burned. With a guttural howl Gepetto exploded into climax, pumping gout after gout of thick semen into Julietta’s ass. The relief was minimal; Gepetto’s penis still throbbed with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. No, it was pain! Gepetto felt as though he had thrust himself into a wasps’ nest. He looked down as he slid out of Juliette’s anal grasp, and screamed.
When Pinocchio and Snow White tip-toed out for breakfast, they found Gepetto curled in a pool of blood at the feet of a sobbing, exquisite woman made of wood. While Snow White draped a blanket over the woman’s shoulders, Pinocchio looked down at his creator with pity and a touch of scorn. The poor fool – had he never noticed Pinocchio sanding and varnishing his nose twice a day? Now the old man was dead of the worst case of splinters Fairyland had ever seen.
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Fixing Problems (Revised)
ok im sorry about the last version of this(i really wasnt thinking of the age diffrence,thanks for reminding me),im a new writer so im not that experienced but i will respect your judgement in the comments. enjoy 🙂
My name is Sean, I’m ‘6,3’, brown hair, a little bit tanned,and a little muscular but not so much it makes you think i go to the gym everyday. I’m 16 and currently in high-school, and i usually get straight A’s. I also live with my mom and my sister. My Shit-head of a dad left when my little sister was born. And my mom doesn’t mind reminding us every once and a while how our dad doesn’t worry about supporting us. She tries to keep it from us, but we heard from our aunt that our dad was cheating on our mom long before me and my sister was born.
My sister,Rosey, is 2 years younger me then me,so i always refer her as my little sis. She is ‘6,0’,long brown hair that goes to the mid of her back,and the cutest face you could think of. she is a well tanned and haves curves that goes all around. She also has C36 breast that just beg for attention and a well rounded ass that any guy would want to be around (or their hands atleast) She could get any guy she wanted,but just because she has this body doesn’t mean she’s some kind of slut. she’s the effect her body has on guys,but shes really kind and fun,and she knows how guys can be. Of course shes dated a couple of guys before, but most of them were jerks pretending to be “Mr. Nice” or “Mr. Considerate”. I’ve never been attracted to my sister in any way before,but that all changed,and THIS is how it happened
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I just came home from another date fail. The girl I was with, Chelsy, Seemed like she wanted to go on another date,but i wasn’t. She was one of those girls who would talk through the whole date and not let you say a peep. She was nice,but a chatter-box. I closed the door ( a little to louder then i meant to) and walked to the living room. I sat on the couch,put my feet up on the coffee table,reached for the remote,and tried to relax and forget about my so-called date. Unfortunately my sis heard the door and had a feeling something was up. Our house wasn’t small but it was quiet. It was a two-floor house,with plenty of room,that’s how the sound of the door echoed off the walls.
She asked me how was my date,already knowing the answer. That’s one thing i always enjoyed about coming home from a failed date, my little sis always wanted to comfort me. “Another fail” I told her,but she a quizzical look on her face,so I explained to her what happened.?Ahhhh sorry bro, but you shouldn’t worry about It, you have it lucky? This time it was me who gave her a quizzical look,then she smiled and said ? Your an amazing guy who,unlike most of the guys at our school,try to treat a girl right. Any girl would be lucky enough to have you? I smiled back and for a split second I wished she wasn’t my sister because I would ask her out in a instant. I know its wrong, but there’s no other girl like Rosey. She’s always so sweet and comforting,that if it was legal I probably would ask her out. But I quickly brushed the thought aside,if I keep thinking like that who knows what will happen.
I look her in the eyes ?Thanks sis, I truly am lucky enough to just be your brother,you always know how to cheer me up? She gives me a heart warming smile, then I say playfully? You know,when your not annoying the crap out of me and hogging the remote!? She laughs but pushes me against the side of the couch and grabs the remote. ?You mean THIS remoter bro?? She says as she stands up,and then runs off through the house giggling when I get up to chase after her. Its easy to catch her when she starts to go up the steps, I jump every 3 steps and tackle her. I grab the remote and stick my tongue at her, then she does the same playfully but didn’t think about how close our faces were. Before I even noticed her tongue brushed against mine,and I feel as a tingle go through my mouth, down my spine,to the tip of my cock as it twitched. We both just stare at each other in shock for a few seconds,not knowing how to react. ?EWWWWWW EWW EWW EW EW!? Rosey whines as she pushes me off of her,and continues to over react to it in a way that tells me shes being playful
?Now I got your germs!?
?No I got your germs,now I’m going to become a alien zombie!?
?umm excuse me I don?t have any germs and you gotta stop watching Sci Fi?
?Oh no its to late, I can. . . . ehhhh . . . . my body. . . . CHANGING!?
She giggles ?Hey I’m kinda tired,I’m going to take a nap. Night Sean? She says while I finish my Oscar Performance material. ?K,night Rosey? I say as she closes the door,and I’m not sure but I think I also heard her lock her door,which is weird because she never locks her door, because in this house everybody just knocks. But I just think nothing of it and go watch some TV. I turn it on and try to watch something on the Disney channel but I didn’t even pay attention to it. I was too distracted by what happened earlier. Then I started to think if I could feel her tongue again,to feel it wrap around mine,or my tongue exploring her mo-NO what am I thinking? I shouldn’t think of stuff like that,its wrong.
I decide to go to bed early like Rose,and probaly like my mom would too when she got home. Shes a very successful woman, she owns her own company. But sadly neither me or Rose knows what she does. She says that she’ll tell us when were older,so naturally we think its probaly a company that makes alcohol or something and shes trying to protect us from it. But anyway, I go to bed trying to get my little sister off my mind. I lay down and try to go to sleep,i usually jerk off before I go to sleep as the horny teen I am,but tonight I’m to worn out and confuse to do it.
I wake up in the morning to the smell of breakfast. I try to go back to sleep but I can’t resist the smell of it, I can’t tell what it is but I CAN tell that my mouth is watering. I get up and walk down the stairs to the kitchen to see Rosey cooking eggs,bacon,and of course,pancakes! She see’s me and smile ? Morning sleepy-head, I wanted to help you forget about last night and I was hungry so I made us breakfast!? She said as she flipped a couple eggs. ?I’m just about done,and I don’t worry I know how you like your eggs? I smile but stop because I was starting to drool,but I go up to her and kiss her on the cheek. We both get out our plates and start to eat one of the most amazing meals I?ve ever had in my life. When we finish I chuckle as I spot some syrup on Rosey’s mouth down her chin. I tell her and she wipes it off with her finger and sucks on it with her mouth. My cock twitches under my pj’s after seeing how erotic it was just to see her suck syrup off her finger.?Mmmmm sweet? She says after sucking the syrup off,and I try to hide my now growing hard on.
I try to change the subject ? Hey is mom still here??
?No she left when I started cooking?
?She went to work this early??
?She said it her company was working on a important project?
?K?
?I’m bored,you want to watch a movie??
?Sure but YOUV’E got to make the popcorn?
?but I MADE breakfast,its the guys turn to do the cooking,unless you cant handle putting popcorn in a microwave? She got me there,so I got the pop corn and put it in the microwave while she puts in a movie,Cloverfield. I try to get rid of my erection. I bring over a big bowl of pop corn (infront of my hard member to try to hide it) and when I sit down she unfortunately,decides to sit in my lap and hold the popcorn. DAMN. Mid-way into the movie she starts to move around trying to get comfortable and then she suddenly stops. At that point I know she can feel my hard cock,especially after she says? Is that because of me?? She then turns around and looks at me in the eyes then at the tent being made in my pj’s. I think to myself fuck it might as well tell her and hope she doesn?t get disgusted with me ?Yes it is,but its also because I didn’t jerk off this morning or last night like I usually do. ?But I still had something to do with it right?? I nod not expecting what she said next. ?Well if I caused you any problems then I should be the one to ‘fix’ them? She says as she rubs my cock through my pj’s ?Wait no you shoul-? She presses her lips to mine,and what ever voice left in my head trying to tell me this is wrong instantly got quiet. I know I have feelings for her,so why not let her take care of me? I wanted to see how far I can get. She stops kissing me ? I know its wrong but after yesterday I realized I have feelings for you,and I want to please you? she says while getting my pj’s down releasing my cock and hitting softly on the nose. She smiles ?I?ve never seen one of these before,its really big? truefully its only 8 inches but I’m still proud. She then slowly starts to stroke me,slowly at first then more steady,getting the hang of it. She see’s my balls and starts to roll them around with her other hand whil stroking me. ?Does this feel good big brother,do you like the way your little sister is playing with your big juicy cock?? I don’t know what got into her but I liked it. I nodded. She then says ?Speaking of juicy, what it tastes like? I almost exploded when I heard that,and again when she started to lick my shaft, paying special attention to the head. Then she got bolder and put the whole head in her mouth and started to suck,and trying to go deeper. ?Mmmmmmmmmmmm? She moans while closing her eyes,that’s when I went over the edge. The vibrations from her mouth on my cock,and the fact that my little sister ENJOYED sucking my cock made me explode with out warning,but she felt my cock swelling up and by balls swelling in her fingers and she guessed what that meant. She took her wonderful mouth off my cock with a loud wet ‘Plop!’ and I sprayed 5 loads of cum on her face. I never came like that before,the whole thing was so erotic to me.
1 load went on forehead,another on her chin and two both cheeks,and one more on her mouth. Then I started to get hard again when she started to scoop up the cum with her finger and suck all of it off while moaning! She see’s my cock and sucks it off one more time to clean me off from any left over cum. Then she strokes my cock slowly and says ?That?s enough for now,but I cause any more problems,let me know so I can ‘fix’ them.? she then walks out of site and up the stairs,leaving me in shock but then before going to her room she yells?By the way,let me know if you have anymore of that white stuff,it tastes REALLY good!? She closes her door and leaves me to think of what just happened and what might happen next.
*** thanks guys for reading and let me know wat u think and any suggestions 🙂 and if u want a part 2
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My ballet teacher touched me true story
To be honest, I do not know if this was the first sexual assault of my young life, but I have began to remember my sorted past… This will be the first of my collection.
My mother always made it a point to keep us kids in some kind of program to learn and better ourselves. At the age of two and half or three I was enrolled in a beginners ballet class. The instructor was a retired professional from Austria and despite our age he was very firm with all of us, me especially… Back in those days they did not know anything about ausbergers and mild down syndrome.. I never spoke, and was always off tasked, struggled to pay attention… I was the perfect target…
My mother usually stuck around to watch us, but many times she did not and she would drop me off 30 minutes early… I would dread these days… I wanted to cry, “please don’t leave me,” but I struggled expressing my self and I feared what he would do..
This teacher was smart… At first he did not do anything and he never said much… He just took me into the play room and sat me in a chair. He kept the lights off and would not allow me to play with any toys, or move.. He just stood there… Once when he left I played with some of the toys and put them back. However, most of the time I fallowed orders, because despite the fact he had not hurt me physically I did fear he would…
Then one day it happened, I was as usual, off in my aspie world and not dancing with everyone… The instructor firmly grabbed me and knelt me down on one knee… I could see his hand go up and “SLAP!” his hand came down across my thigh… The sound of the beating echoed through out the little auditorium and all the other three year olds watched… They did not cry… I was the tallest, strongest, kid in the class and if he would hit me… he would have hit anyone… I was in shock… and being an aspie did not display my fear and shame…
When my mother came she took me by the hand and as she walked me out I actually spoke, “mommy, the teacher hit me” and my mother laughed and said, “oh stop making up stories.” In that moment I knew my parents would not protect me… I was alone… My teacher knew this too…When he hit me, and received no complaints from my parents my teacher knew I was his…
The next day my mother had to run errands and left me 30 minutes before class… My instructor was in jeans and a tee shirt, not his leotard…. As soon as my mother left he took me to the play room and closed the door… sat me in the little chair.. He never gave verbal commands, he expected me to know what to do and with his energy he forced me to do it… He walked towards me and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, he held my face and pressed his cock head against my pouty lips… I looked up at him with pleading eyes and slowly opened my mouth… he placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pumped… My mouth was so tiny I could hardly breath. It was stuffed full….There was a look on his face I did not recognize.. He closed his eyes tight, his breath was ragged….. All I remember is the texture… and how much I wanted to be anywhere but there… Then he slowly took his cock out of my mouth, stuffed it into his pants, and left, closing the door behind him… (I’m sure now he went to jack off in the bathroom)
As relieved as I was when he left…. It was the most horrible, lonely, empty feeling I had ever experienced…. I knew I could not escape…. My mother would not believe me and even so.. how would I explain it? I knew the words…. I just couldn’t…. I just couldn’t…
Every time my mother left me I knew it was going to happen and I wept inside… He was never rough with me… never pulled my hair… never beat me except that one time… He never pushed his cock into my throat…. But he treated me like an object…. He did not talk to me, touch me, he just stuck his hard cock in my mouth, sometimes he would grab my face or the back of my neck and force me to look at him with his cock stuffed in my mouth… He wanted to see my pouty lips rapped around it…. He waned to feel my tongue swirl around the shaft…He wanted me…It made me afraid when he looked me in the eyes….
One day when I was left alone, my teacher as usual, took me into the play room… I believe it had been going on for a long time at this point, I may have been four or close to it… He sat me in the chair and unzipped his pants.. I could see him quickly pull his cock out and push it past my soft baby lips. The texture on my tongue and mouth was apparent.. and by this time I knew what he wanted.. but my mind had shut off… I would flick my tongue over the tip and around…just hoping to get him excited enough to leave… I could feel his hands resting on my shoulders as he gently pulled in and out, carful not to hurt himself on my teeth… Then I could feel his hands slowly slip from my shoulders… I was terrified, “oh gosh what is he doing?” I thought as his hands trailed down my chest to my non existent breasts… I could feel him massaging my tiny toddler breast.. They were just tiny risings of flesh, but they were there… I did not know breasts were a sexual thing as a child but I was self conscious. I could feel his hands glide over them as he found my little nipples… He grabbed them both and started to pull them gently… he flicked my nipples with his thumb nail…. I was terrified but I could feel my body shaking with pleasure… Oh god it felt good…. I was ashamed that I liked it…
As he rubbed and yanked them my body felt in shock, the pleasure ran through my body like electricity… Then his hands again began to move…This time I was getting afraid… He ran his hands over my tummy down my legs, he rubbed my thighs and pushed me back into a slouching position… He stared at my little pussy… I’m sure he had been admiring it for a long time… The little leotard hugged my cunny like a bathing suit… Slowly his hands moved up my thigh and he placed his large hand over my pussy… He palmed my entire vagina with his hand and could still move it under my bottom too… He just left his hand there enjoying the warmth… I was so scared I thought I would die…
Then he took two fingers and started to trace my pussy lips through the leotard… I let out a little gasp as he traced the outline of my flower…Then he slid his fingers in my lips, pushing the fabric in, searching for my little clit.. when he found it he began to gently diddle the tip… I was still terrified but I could not believe how good it felt. With the other hand he reached under my leotard and grabbed a naked nipple, pulling and flicking it roughly.. I began to whimper and he pulled his cock out of my mouth… he bent down and began to lick by breast, flicking across the nipple, sucking it, slowly biting the tip, until I was close to an orgasm…
Then he pushed my leotard aside and stared at my naked baby pussy. Free of hair, it was soft and smooth and he ran his hands over it… Then he grabbed my fat little pussy lips and opened them wide.. He looked at my baby cunt without expression… but he loved it.. I was still trembling as he brought his mouth down to my cunny… slowly her grabbed my little clitty as he licked the length of my pussy… He threw his hand over my mouth as he began to devour me. I whimpered… because I was so scared but it felt so good… I was so confused…
He then started to lap at my clit, taking the tip of his tongue to my little clit and flicking it hard… I almost screamed… No doubt he gave me my first orgasm…He continued to tug and diddle my clit as he moved down and traced around my love hole… I did not know there was pleasure there, but there was as he grabbed my bottom and pulled me to his face, plunging his tongue deep inside me, wiggling it around, yanking my clit with the other hand… oh my god…. I was terrified but I could feel his tongue wiggling, pumping in and out, he gently nibbled my pussy with his teeth as he tongued me.. finding the base of my clit and my baby pussy lips…. Taking my entire pussy in his mouth, scraping my clit again and again on his teeth…. My legs twitched with all the passion a three year old could feel as my pussy gushed on his face….
Then he got up and went to the bathroom… leaving me to clean my self up… I did the best I could and got in my chair as a small tear began to form in my eye…Never had I felt so much pleasure, and so much lonliness.
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Pleasure and Pain (Part 4)
A gentle nudging of my shoulder woke me from a most wonderful slumber. “Justin,” my sister said. “Wake up. It’s your turn.”
I opened my eyes to see my sister crouching in front of me. My eyes were instantly drawn to her pussy, which was spread wide open from the position she was in. It glistened a healthy pink. She noticed where my eyes were looking and blushed before standing up.
“Yeah, okay,” I said after a moment. I didn’t really feel like moving but I guess I didn’t really have a choice.
Rising to my feet, I headed over to the computer and clicked on the action card. It flipped over to reveal pain. It seems my fun was over for the time being.
When I rolled the dice the number 4 came up.
“Take your testicles and place them on a hard surface such as a table and then have another player smash them with a hardcover book. Your penis must not get in the way or the process will be repeated.”
“I wanna do it,” Jessica said with determination. “To get back at him for cumming in my face.”
I gulped audibly. Thus far we had been playing for a chance to win the money. But now it seemed like Jessica wanted to get revenge. It seemed like she actually wanted to hurt me. I didn’t want to have that happen.
“Actually,” I said, speaking up, “I’d rather one of the other girls did it.”
Jessica frowned at that. “Whatever. I’m sure I’ll get another chance to bust you later.”
“So who do you want to do it?” Jillian asked.
Even though my balls weren’t hurting from round 1 anymore, I still remembered how much it had hurt at the time. I wanted to diminish any anguish I might have to experience. So on the one hand there was my sister, who being my sister would potentially go easy on me. On the other hand, Jillian had a major thing for me and she might go easy on me for that reason. In the end I chose Jennifer. She was family. She’d take it easy on me, right?
“Okay,” she said as she headed over to the bookshelf. There were a lot of books on the shelves, and several of them were hardcover. I figured she would take one of the ones from the middle shelves; one of the novels my father liked to read. Instead she reached for the bottom shelf and brought out Webster’s unabridged dictionary. All 1100 pages of it.
I guess I was wrong about her taking it easy on me. “I think that’s a bit extreme,” I said. “Why don’t you take one of the smaller ones?”
“This fit’s the criteria,” my sister replied as she struggled to bring it over to where I was standing. It must have weighed over 20 pounds.
“What should we use as a hard surface?” Jessica asked gleefully.
“Here,” Jillian said as she walked towards the end table next to the couch. She moved the lamp off of it and brought it over to where the rest of us were standing.
“Put your balls up there squirt,” Jennifer said.
I refused to comply.
“Oh for heavens sake,” Jennifer said rolling her eyes. “Jillian, get his nuts up on the table for me will you?”
“Sure,” Jillian said as she reached for my low hanging balls.
Even though I didn’t want her to come near me, I let her do it anyway just so that I could feel her handling my balls. My joy was short lived however, because a moment later my nuts were resting on the table and her hand was gone.
Jennifer was just raising the book up to give my balls an almighty smashing when I shouted out “wait!”
She paused mid swing. “What?”
“My dick is in the way,” I said indicating my limp dick.
“So do something about it,” Jennifer replied.
“I got it,” Jillian said, once again coming to my rescue (doom?).
She started stroking my cock, and sure enough, after only a few seconds of her soft warm hands jerking my meat, my dick started to rise out of the way. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed at my penis, as if she were talking to it directly. Then to my surprise, she bent down and kissed it on the head.
My cock lurched, and Jennifer must have seen that as her signal because all of a sudden Webster was hurtling towards my nuts.
THWOCK!!!
The impact was deafening. The pain was blinding. My mouth popped open but no sound came out. I couldn’t even see my balls underneath the massive book that had just smashed into them.
I started to fall to the floor, but my balls were trapped underneath the dictionary. As they tried to pull free from their tormenter, my balls pulled the dictionary with them, and as I collapsed to the floor, the dictionary came with me, landing on my nuts for a second time.
As I groaned feebly, I heard the girls laughing at this. I saw them standing there giggling and furiously rubbing their bare pussies. They really seemed to get off on my pain. I guess I was glad that somebody was enjoying themselves.
Gingerly, I moved the dictionary off of my nuts and gently felt my balls to make sure they were okay. Other than being a bit swollen (and very painful to touch) they seemed to be fine. My inspection was interrupted by Jennifer gasping.
I looked up to see her fingers plunging in and out of her juicy snatch. Then with a scream, she jammed them all the way in and her whole body started thrashing about. Her orgasm was so powerful she practically collapsed to the floor. I can’t believe my own sister had cum from smashing my balls!
I just stared in awe at my sister’s spasming body as her juices ran down her thighs. It was definitely a hot sight, and I would have enjoyed it much more had my balls not been aching so much.
“If everyone is finished enjoying themselves,” Jessica began, her own fingers still lightly rubbing her cunt, “then it’s Jillian’s turn.”
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Jillian got her first pain this time. And a level five no less.
“Soak a towel in water, twist it into a ropelike structure, and then have the strongest player smack it into your bare breasts for 45 seconds.”
“That actually doesn’t seem so bad,” Jillian said as she started to remove her bra; the last article of clothing anyone in the room was wearing. Her bra fell away, revealing a pair of perfect milky orbs, topped with two candy pink nipples. They looked like the type that were made for sucking.
“I’ll go get the towel,” Jennifer said as she headed for the kitchen.
Jillian didn’t think it would be too painful, but I knew differently. When I was younger and used to go to camp, often times after swim, I would be subject to ‘rat-tail snaps’ as they were known. One of the guys would smack his wet towel into my but. And even through my bathing suit, it still hurt. Jillian was going to be getting it on her sensitive bare breasts, and for 45 seconds. I found that I was looking forward to it.
Jennifer came back in with a bath towel that was twisted up and soaking wet. “Here you go Justin,” she said as she handed me the towel.
I took it from her and looked at Jillian who was staring at me apprehensively.
“Be gentle,” she said quietly as I approached her.
I had no intention of going gently. I wasn’t planning on killing her with it, but after all the pain I had received so far, I relished the idea of dishing out some of my own.
I drew my hand back, preparing for the first swing, and looked to Jessica, who had my stopwatch in her hand.
Her eyes flicked up to meet mine and she gave me a flirty grin. Then she pressed the button and said “go!”
The moment the word left Jessica’s mouth, my wrist flicked and the towel went zinging right into Jillian’s large right breast. It hit the nipple dead center and I watched in awe as ripples spread throughout her boob meat, causing the whole boob to reverberate with the blow.
Jillian was also in awe, but of a different kind. At the moment of impact, her mouth had formed an O and her hand had come up to clutch her breast. I guess she hadn’t been expecting it to hurt so much.
As she was moaning her pain and massaging her breast, I smacked the towel into her exposed left breast. She cringed and let out a small shriek as her other orb was exposed to the onslaught.
Now she was massaging both breasts.
“You have to move your hands for me to continue,” I said as I wound to the towel tighter.
“It hurts too much,” she pleaded, her teary eyes looking into mine.
I felt a little sorry for her, but a part of me was also relishing her pain. So I used the same card they had been using on me the whole time. “If we’re going to win the 100 thousand, you need to co-operate.”
She reluctantly moved her hands, and I whacked her right breast again.
“Ow!” she screamed out, and her hand instinctively came to clutch her injured breast again. But this time she immediately removed it.
After a few more hits, she was actually beginning to cry, and I softened my blows just a little bit. But not too much; we did after all have an audience, and I didn’t want to jeopardize our chances of winning that money.
I had just hit Jillian’s left breast with another blow when Jessica called time. By this point Jillian had tears streaming down her cheeks and her tits were bright red.
As soon as Jillian had called time, she started to massage them, trying to rub the pain away.
I was feeling very bold after this latest experience, and that’s what made me say what I said next. “I think I can help you with that pain a little,” I said to Jillian.
“How?” she asked through tear streaked eyes. “May I?” I said, indicating her breasts.
She eyed me warily for a second; after all, I was the cause of her new found pain. But after a moment she nodded her head and removed her hands.
I slowly moved in, and gently placed my hands on either side of her breasts. Then I moved my head in and started to suckle on her nipples. Jillian was startled for only a moment before she started to moan her pleasure.
“Ooohhhh, that does feel nice,” she cooed in pleasure. Her hands went to the back of my head and held me tightly as I feasted on her precious breasts. I switched from one to the other a few times before, hands still on my head, Jillian pulled me up and gave me a sexually charged kiss that almost blew the top of my head off. Her tongue was in a frenzy, exploring my mouth like a poison victim looking for the antidote. I groaned back into her mouth as I returned the attack, and for a good minute, we stood there making out like two lust crazed animals, which I guess is what we were.
“Ahem,” Jennifer finally said. We broke away gasping as we both looked at my sister. “Intermission’s over,” she said, a grin plastered across her face at witnessing our antics. “It’s my turn.”
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Jennifer got another pleasure card. This time she rolled a 1. “Have a player of your choice do a sexy dance for 10 seconds.”
“What a rip-off,” she protested.
“Better than nothing, I guess,” Jillian said with a shrug.
“Barely,” Jennifer returned.
“You,” she said pointing at me. “Start dancing. And lots of pelvic thrusts. I wanna see your dick bouncing around.” Her tone was angry. I guess she felt she was being cheated. Well, there was nothing I could do about that.
Jessica said go, and I started dancing. I wasn’t very good, but it didn’t stop the girls from drooling over me. My dick swung, my ass shook, and the girls followed my every move with lust in their eyes. But almost as soon as I had started, it was over.
“That was so cheap,” I heard my sister mumble. “Only ten fucking seconds.”
“Okay,” Jessica said as she went to draw a card for herself. “Maybe I can provide us all with a little more entertainment.”
She drew a pleasure card, her third in a row. And this time the dice landed on six. “Have sexual intercourse with the player of your choice for two minutes.”
“Holy shit!” Jennifer exclaimed when she heard what Jessica had to do.
“I’m a virgin,” Jessica said softly, almost to herself, as she stared at the card.
I was too, but that wasn’t so strange. After all, I was only 13. But I wouldn’t be a virgin for long!
Without my even realizing it, my dick had gotten hard as an iron bar. My dick was anticipating sex with Jessica just as much as I was.
“I guess you guys should just do it,” Jillian said. And I could’ve sworn that there was a touch of jealousy in her voice.
“Yeah,” Jessica agreed, although her fear and trepidation were quickly being overtaken by animalistic lust. She actually subconsciously licked her lips as she turned to me.
“Where are we going to do it?” she asked, looking around the sparsely furnished office.
“Why doesn’t Justin sit on the computer chair and you straddle him,?” Jennifer suggested.
“Ok,” I said and took a seat in the chair.
As Jessica was walking over to me, her eyes suddenly flew wide open and she stopped short.
“I’m not on the pill,” she exclaimed.
“Uh oh. What do we do?” my sister asked.
“It’s only for like two minutes,” Jillian said. “You can keep yourself from coming for two minutes, can’t you Justin?”
“Yeah,” I said, thrusting my chest out in a manly pose. “I can handle it.”
“I’m still not sure,” Jessica said, biting her lower lip nervously as she stared at my dick, which was sticking straight up out of my groin.
“I looked at the uncertainty and lust that was warring in her eyes and played my trump card. “One hundred thousand dollars,” I said seductively.
Like a barrier had been broken, the tension in Jessica’s face melted away. “Oh, fine,” she said and walked right over to me and spread her legs. Her pussy was now directly over my raging dick. Maybe a foot was all that was separating me from heaven.
Jillian picked up my stopwatch. “You have two minutes,” she said. “Ready, go!”
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the virus pt 2
srry took so long real life interferred
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A faithful and loving husband finds his life interrupted by the presence of a beautiful stranger
Salvation Ch. 14 Taking Stock
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England
The Bitch In The Bar
A fight for dominance
Young America (Friendship)
Three teens explore their sexuality in suburban America
Sex with my Mum’s friend
A young boy discovers the joys of sex with an older woman.
The 3 Weeks of Sexual Pleasure Pt. 1 (MOM)
A series of stories that are of the incest variety and MILF
Little Miss
Brown eyed beauty
Adjustment Services – A father corrects his delinquent daughter
This is a taboo and incestual story of sexual humiliation and body cleaning. For all you rape and sex junkies, there is no actual intercourse in this story. There are still plenty of other fun things that can be done to the body though, so read on.
Alma Delia
my daughter misbehaving leads to me fucking her
A Beautiful wish
This is another spin off of The Genie Chronicles. This is not mine. It belong to the writer, 800bigorrila, on Storiesonline.com. While I work on my flawed story I decided to put this on here. I know that the first series is on her by Maya Sanjay but here is the sequel.
Slave Part 3
Slave Part 3
Kneeling on the hard floor of the punishment room my body burned and stung all over from the whipping I had just received, my knees and hands were numb against the floor and my whole body ached agonisingly from keeping so still for so long. I was crying silently from the effort I was putting in to following Master’s orders. After what must have been three hours Master strode back in to the room and spoke to X.
“Has she moved at all X?”
I prayed that X would say I hadn’t. I had tried so hard and didn’t believe I had failed.
“No Master.” She replied. “Mistress has not moved.”
“Thank you X, you may go back to your cottage now.”
X hurriedly backed out of the room. Master approached me and grabbing a handful of my hair, pulled me to my feet. Pain shot through me as I began to regain feeling in my hands, knees and feet and my still limbs were stretched out. Still holding my hair Master kissed me roughly on the mouth before letting go.
“Kneel up” he ordered, “Let’s see if you’ve learnt your lesson. Head back and open your mouth.”
I did as I was told, desperate to please Master this time. I certainly didn’t want Master to punish me like that again! I could feel myself shaking; terrified I wouldn’t be able to do what was expected of me. Master was clearly not going to be as patient with me as he had been the first time either. He removed his clothes, tossed them on the floor then grabbed my hair again and roughly yanked my head back even further.
“I don’t want to see you spill a single drop this time” he ordered “or I may have to reconsider you position as my Slave. I don’t want Slaves that can’t manage what’s asked of them. I’m sure X will train up very nicely as your replacement.”
Master had never spoken to me like this before and I was scared. I could not imagine living any other life than serving Master. I also knew that Master found X very attractive. I had to prove my worth to him. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Master placed his cock in my mouth and immediately began to piss down my throat. I swallowed desperately at the hot liquid he was gushing into my mouth; I was struggling to breath but managed to keep going. Master groaned with pleasure as he emptied his full bladder into his human urinal and I felt the flow beginning to subside and eventually stop. I desperately gasped for breath as Master removed his cock from my mouth.
“Much better Slave” he said to me. “I will keep you for now.”
He began to get dressed as I remained knelt at his feet.
“Both you and X will be at my house in 30 minutes.” He stated, and left.
I went downstairs to find X. As I walked in to the kitchen she obediently dropped to her knees and lowered her eyes to the floor.
“You will shower me know X.” I told her. “Master is expecting us in less than half an hour.”
I headed to the bathroom and X followed me on her knees. I lay down on the bed as I waited for her to prepare my shower.
“Your shower is ready Mistress” she said quietly, and I stepped into the warm flowing water. I stood there with my arms and legs spread, waiting for X to begin washing me. She soaped a sponge and began to lather me up. It was agony as the soap and water covered the welts that had formed all over me after my whipping and my muscles ached almost unbearably under the warmth of the shower where I had kept still for so long, but I knew Master would expect me clean. I had X wash my hair then after my shower she dried it and helped me dress; she then went for a shower herself.
We arrived at Master’s front door exactly on time and he told us to enter; we both crawled in on our hands and knees and positioned ourselves at his feet.
“Bend over the arm of the sofa with your head in my lap Slave.” He said to me softly. I was glad to hear him speak like that, he had frightened me earlier when he had been harsh with me and I was pleased things seem to be returning to normal.
“Slave has done very well today X and I feel deserves a reward; as her submissive you will be the one to give it to her.” Master continued. “Open your legs Slave; X is going to learn to pleasure her Mistress.”
I did so and Master ordered X to kneel behind me. Tentatively she lifted my skirt up my back exposing my buttocks and pussy to her. She placed her hands on my ass and gently parted the cheeks. Very slowly she touched the tip of her tongue to my rapidly moistening pussy. A shiver ran through me as she ran it up towards my clit, letting it flick against it for just the briefest second before running it back round my wet hole. Her hands gently massaged the sore cheeks of my ass as she continued to explore me with her mouth, she had begun softly lapping at my clit now and I gasped with pleasure as she gently began to run a finger between my cheeks and circle it around my tight but receptive anus. X began to press her finger against my tight hole and I pushed back against her, encouraging her to penetrate me further. X willingly obliged and was soon firmly sliding her finger in and out of me; she also began eagerly sucking on my clit. I was in heaven and knew I would soon be desperate to orgasm. Master knew this too and I was thrilled when he said,
“Come whenever you wish Slave, this is your reward and I want to watch you enjoy it.”
Seconds later the wonderful waves of orgasm swept through me, starting in the intense heat of my throbbing groin and sweeping through my whole body. X continued to plunge her finger in and out of me and her mouth continued to give my pussy plenty of attention right through until I ended cumming and went limp. Master lovingly stroked my head in his lap and I could feel through his trousers that he had enjoyed watching his two submissives together.
“Master?” I asked tentatively, “may X and I have the honour of sucking your cock?”
“Yes Slave you may, but I would like you both naked first.”
I stood up, as did X and we both began to slowly undress each other until we were both standing naked before our Master. On his command we dropped to our knees and at once began to pleasure him. I took Masters erect cock in my hand and guided the head towards X’s lips and at once she began to kiss and gently lick at it. Pre-cum was already beginning to appear at the tip and X lapped at it eagerly. I glided my hand slowly up and down the shaft as X continued to lavish her attention on the head, which she know had inside her mouth and was gently sucking on and flicking her tongue over it, I slid my hand down to allow her to get more of the length into her mouth, which she accepted hungrily, Master moaned as his cock slid to the back of her throat. I lowered my head and took one of his balls into my mouth, using my tongue to turn him on even more. Master had by now taken hold of X’s head and was pressing it downwards into his lap, I could tell X was having to deep throat him to accommodate his length and I could see that it wasn’t going to take much longer before Master shot his hot load down X’s throat. I was right, Master groaned and forced X’s head even further down as he bucked his hips upwards. Cum dribbled out the sides of X’s mouth as she valiantly tried to swallow it all, and I could hear her gagging on the quantity of it hitting the back of her throat. X must have enjoyed it though as once Master had finished a smile played across her lips as she used her tongue to clean his juices from around her mouth.
I was beginning to become proud of the way X was progressing as a submissive to both me and Master. My jealousy I had felt about her relationship with Master had subsided and I was developing a genuine fondness for her. She was obedient and keen to learn and I felt the time had come for her to undergo the same collaring ritual I had undergone when Master had first taken full ownership of me. I went to ask Master’s permission for this to take place. Around my neck I wear a silver chain that bears Master’s initial showing his ownership of me. When I spoke to Master he felt it would be best for X’s chain to show both his and my initials as she was to submissive to us both and he gave me permission to go into town and choose it myself. I went to the jewellers and ordered a silver chain identical to the one I wear and the initials of Master and I was told it would be ready in a week’s time.
A week later I collected the necklace from the jeweller’s and took it to Master for approval. He liked it and ordered me to fetch X at once saying he would perform the collaring himself.
I returned to Master’s house with X following me. Under her coat she was already naked, ready to present herself to Master. As we entered the house X dropped to her knees and followed me on her hands and knees. We both knelt at Master’s feet whilst he sat in his chair, X in front of him, me to one side.
“Slave,” Master asked, “Has X agreed to submit entirely to us both?”
“She has Master.” I replied, looking over at X who had her eyes firmly on the floor.
“X, what is the purpose of your existence?” He asked her, just as he had asked me, long ago.
“To serve both my Master and Mistress.” X replied.
“Then kneel up” he commanded her.
X obeyed at once and Master told her to lower her head. On his command I lifted X’s long, beautiful blond hair out of the way, and Master fastened the chain around her neck.
“This chain signals our ownership of you. You now belong to us and you will obey us at all times, without question. If you do not, you will be punished. If you please us, we may choose to reward you. As long as you wear it you are ours and we will protect and care for you.”
And so our arrangement was sealed, Slave and X, both knowing their place and committed to serving their Master and he committed to caring for them.
THE END (for now……………………!)
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Birds of a feather, chapter 2
(OOPS, I FORGOT)
First time sharing my wife
Sharing my wife fantasy comes true
A Ghostly Haunting-Chapter Three
After Vicky has left Ashley has gone to take a nap when she has her first ghostly encounter. Mom and daughter then enjoy a fun night together, when her mom began to have sexual thoughts about her.
How To Eat A Pussy
Hey, I have a lot of respect for all you guys who
like to eat pussy because there are too few of you out
there. And I’m not the only woman who says this.
Furthermore, some of you guys who are giving it the old
college try are not doing too well, so maybe this
little lesson will help you out.
When a woman finds a man who gives good head,
she’s found a treasure she’s not going to let go of too
quickly. This is one rare customer and she knows it.
She won’t even tell her girlfriends about it or that
guy will become the most popular man in town. So,
remember, most guys can fuck, and those who can usually
do it satisfactorily, but the guy who gives good head,
he’s got it made.
Most women are shy about their bodies. Even if
you’ve got the world’s most gorgeous woman in bed with
you, she’s going to worry about how you like her body.
Tell her it’s beautiful, tell her which parts you like
best, tell her anything, but get her to trust you
enough to let you down between her legs.
Now stop and look at what you see. Beautiful,
isn’t it? There is nothing that makes a woman more
unique than her pussy. I know. I’ve seen and tasted
plenty of them. They come in all different sizes,
colors and shapes; some are tucked inside like a little
girl’s cunnie and some have thick luscious
lips that come out to greet you. Some are nested in
bushes of fur and others are covered with transparent
fuzz. Appreciate your woman’s unique qualities and
tell her what makes her special.
Women are a good deal more verbal than men,
especially during love-making. They also respond more
to verbal love, which means, the more you talk to her,
the easier it will be to get her off. So all the time
you’re petting and stroking her beautiful pussy, talk
to her about it.
Now look at it again. Gently pull the lips
apart and look at her inner lips, even lick them if you
want to. Now spread the tops of her pussy up until you
can find her clit. Women have clits in all different
sizes, just like you guys have different sized cocks.
It doesn’t mean a thing as far as her capacity for
orgasm. All it means is more of her is hidden
underneath her foreskin.
Whenever you touch a woman’s pussy, make sure
your finger is wet. You can lick it or moisten it with
juices from inside her. Be sure, by all means, to wet
it before you touch her clit because it doesn’t have
any juices of it’s own and it’s extremely sensitive.
Your finger will stick to it if it’s dry and that
hurts. But you don’t want to touch her clit anyway.
You have to work up to that. Before she becomes
aroused, her clit is too delicate to be handled.
Approach her pussy slowly. Women, even more so than
men, love to be teased. The inner part of her thigh is
her most tender spot. Lick it,
kiss it, make designs on it with the tip of your
tongue. Come dangerously close to her pussy, then
float away. Make her anticipate it.
Now lick the crease where her leg joins her
pussy. Nuzzle your face into her bush. Brush your
lips over her slit without pressing down on it to
further excite her. After you’ve done this to the
point where your lady is bucking up from her seat and
she’s straining to get more of you closer to her, then
put your lips right on top of her slit.
Kiss her, gently, then harder. Now use your
tongue to separate her pussy lips and when she opens
up, run your tongue up and down between the layers of
pussy flesh. Gently spread her legs more with your
hands.
Everything you do with a woman you’re about to eat
must be done gently. Tongue-fuck her. This feels
define. It also teases the hell out of her because by
now she wants some attention given to her clit. Check
it out. See if her clit has gotten hard enough to peek
out of it’s covering. If so, lick it. If you can’t
see it, it might still be waiting for you underneath.
So bring your tongue up to the top of her slit and feel
for her clit. You may barely experience it’s presence.
But even if you can’t feel the tiny pearl, you can make
it rise by licking the skin that covers it. Lick hard
now and press into her skin.
Gently pull the pussy lips away and flick your
tongue against the clit, hood covered or not. Do this
quickly. This should cause her legs to shudder. When
you sense she’s getting up there toward orgasm, make
your lips into an O and take the clit into your mouth.
Start to suck gently and watch your lady’s face for her
reaction. If she can handle it, begin to suck harder.
If she digs it, suck even harder. Go with her. If she
lifts her pelvis into the air with the tension of her
rising orgasm, move with her, don’t fight her. Hang
on, and keep your hot mouth on her clit. Don’t let go.
That’s what she’ll be saying too: ‘Don’t stop. Don’t
ever stop!’
There’s a reason for that, most men stop too
soon. Just like with cock sucking, this is something
worth learning about and worth learning to do well. I
know a man who’s a lousy fuck, simply lousy, but he
can eat pussy like nobody I know and he never has
trouble getting a date. Girls are falling all over
him.
But back to your pussy eating session…There’s
another thing you can do to intensify your woman’s
pleasure. You can finger-fuck her while she’s enjoying
your cunt-licking talents. Before, during or after.
She’ll really like it. In addition to the erogenous
zones surrounding her clit, a woman has another
extremely sensitive area at the roof of her vagina.
This is what you rub up against when you’re fucking
her. Well, since your cock is pretty far away from
your mouth, your fingers will have to do the
fucking.
Take two fingers. One is too skinny and
three is too wide and therefore can’t get deep enough.
Make sure they’re wet so you don’t irritate her skin.
Slide them inside, slowly at first, then a little
faster. Fuck her with them rhythmically. Speed up
only when she does. Listen to her breathing. She’ll
let you know what to do. If you’re sucking her clit
and finger-fucking her at the same time, you’re giving
her far more stimulation than you would be giving her
with your cock alone. So you can count on it that
she’s getting high on this. If there’s any doubt,
check her out for symptoms. Each woman is unique. You
may have one who’s nipples get hard when she’s excited
or only when she’s having an orgasm.
Your woman might turn flush red or begin to tremble.
Get to know her symptoms and you’ll be a more sensitive
lover.
When she starts to have an orgasm, for heaven’s
sakes, don’t let go of that clit. Hang in there for
the duration. When she starts to come down from the
first orgasm, press your tongue along the underside of
the clit, leaving your lips covering the top. Move
your tongue in and out of her cunt. If your fingers
are inside, move them a little too, gently though,
things are extremely sensitive just now.
If you play your cards right, you’ll get some
multiple orgasms this way. A woman stays excited for a
full hour after she’s had an orgasm.
The last advice I have for you is this: After
you’ve made her come, make her your slave by giving her
the best head she’s ever had, don’t leave her alone
just yet. Talk to her, stroke her body, caress her
breasts, pinch her nipples. Keep making love to her
quietly until she’s come all the way down. A man can
get off and go to sleep in the same breath and feel no
remorse, no sense of
loss. But a woman by nature requires some sensitivity
from her lover in those first few moments after sex.
Oral sex can be the most exciting sexual
experiences you can have. But it’s what you make it.
Take your time, practice often, pay attention to your
lover’s signals, and most of all, enjoy yourself.
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Sara’s Awakening Part 2
Through daddy’s eyes
Sarah left me 9
Sarah changes the our lif style for the better
Wife teaches me
My journey into the wonderful world of open and exhilarating sex started out very slowly. Like most men, I seem to be constantly aroused and ready. This unfortunately is not quite the same for all the women I know.
My wife and I initially had some great and almost regular sex. Like most cases though, this started to wane and almost became non existent. There were times when we did not have any intimate contact for up to 3 months. I know because I counted.
So I needed to find an alternative way to get off. I had quite a few magazines with explicit pictures to bide me over. Some also had great stories of antics some people had gotten up to. Soon I discovered that reading these descriptive essays were very stimulating. It was through these that I learnt many people and couples hooked up via the internet.
So I started secretly surfing porn site in an attempt to feed my hunger and curiosity. My first few attempts were very limited. We only had a dial up connection and internet fees where we are from are horribly exorbitant. I also had no clue how the internet worked. It took me a long while to find any form of free sites.
Everyone seemed to know of one or the other “amazing” site. I was too embarrassed though to ask my mates how to get there or how to find any porn on the web. So initially I was confined to awfully slow downloads at short daily intervals. This helped none in learning more about the net too.
Fortunately though the international company I worked for decided to get every employee an email address and that coincided with a little training as to how the net works. Needless to say that it was made quite clear that the computers and access to the net were not for personal or pornographic use. But this at least went some ways in showing me how to get around on the information super highway.
And slowly I got to discover more and more free stuff too. I admit, I abused my position in the company a bit to gain access when nobody was around. I found some great sites of swingers and other adult events in South Africa. My eyes (and cock of course) bulged at the sight of some of the pictures posted on these sites. And it soon became easier to find other similar sites. These sites also advertise other sites and being the complete novice I clicked on ads and was transported to other sites. Some even with truly bizarre stuff going on! It is quite amazing what you can find out there!
I have always considered myself very open minded and quite liberal. Nothing though could have prepared me for what you can find on the net. As time progressed, I became more adept at cruising around the porn sites. With the event of time people too became more open and respondent about porn sites and soon my mates were exchanging tips and even web addresses they had been to. Some friends were more than eager to hop online and show others where to find tons of free porn material. And this is how I discovered some great sites.
As I got more familiar with the use of the internet and various sites, I discovered more and more alternative sexual tastes and appetites. Gay porn has always been around and didn’t bother me. Remember – I have an open mind, but some of the stuff I found was just totally unheard of, so I had to drop in on some of these and see for myself. I found gay porn and the relatively normal to hardcore sex too. That was cool and exciting and got my rocks off most of the time.
I dreamt of getting involved with swingers and the likes and regularly frequented their sites. My wife, at least to me, seemed pretty run of the mill type sex so I never dreamt of telling her some of the fantasies that were forming in my oversexed mind. After all, she would explode with anger, call me some sicko, ridicule, belittle and embarrass me in front of my friends and have me castrated, then ostracised!
So it became my little world. I would yearn to get away to find time to delve into the “forbidden” fantasy world of my porn. I eventually stumbled onto a site that catered for almost all tastes. Here I found more new styles, types and tastes. People having sex with animals, old people having sex with young ones and each other, fat people, skinny people, pale people, hairy people – the list goes on. Then suddenly there were Trannies. I had no idea that these existed, but I just couldn’t help looking. Here was a guy with tits – or is it a chick with balls and a cock? Some of them really looked stunning too!
Here my journey into the forbidden (at least according to my upbringing) started, but I couldn’t help it. I was inexplicably drawn to this porn. It shook me. How could I, the gung-ho, tough, sporty, outdoors, don’t cry type of guy, be turning gay? I hated myself. I decided to hide this from everyone and deny it to myself too. But every time I surfed for porn, I always ended up with several “normal” sites open, BUT always Tranny sites too.
And that just got me so excited. Don’t know why. Don’t know how. I found myself drawn into the bisexual, gay and tranny world. It was this magical, invisible, uncontrollable magnet. Fuelled by countless stories I have found online, my fantasies suddenly started to include couples where the men unashamedly got it on with each other too. I just couldn’t resist reading more and more stories.
There were so many interesting tales on the web – and quite explicit too. Almost all of them told of presumably true events. I started to believe I was not as freakish and outlandish as I had recently thought. There were real people out there with the same interests and desires as me, but how to find them? How was I ever going to get connected with them?
Well, that’s actually where this story really starts. Again I found the answer on the internet. There are tons of dating sites out there with many people looking for connection, companionship, love, relationships, etc. In the same vein there are thousands out there looking for sex and the internet caters for us all. There are pretty straight forward sites offering hook ups for people and there are specialized sites for bondage, gay, blue, green, you name it.
I signed up with a site that catered to people looking for sex. Here were men, women, couples, gays, lesbians and trannies looking for relationships or even just a simple quick roll in the hay. This seemed very hot and exciting. Until my wife one day confronted me about the sex site I was a member of.
She had found out about this. She knew where I surfed and what I looked at. She knew my handle on the sex site as well as my password and had logged on using them and discovered what I had been up to there. She wasn’t angry or reprimanding – then surprised me even more. She showed me a profile on the site of a couple looking for what I wanted.
It turns out she registered us as a couple, including photographs and the whole nine yards. She had obviously known about my secret fantasies for a long time and has known for ages what I desired. Now it was time for both of us to experiment – TOGETHER. My god, what a fantastic woman!!!
No more sneaking around. Now we can play and explore with each other and with others. This is brilliant. Obviously I was quite taken aback at first. Shocked, embarrassed – but soon I felt liberated.
We surf the site together, looking at profiles. Studying these, trying to read what these people are into, especially as many don’t quite come out and tell what they want. It is so exciting. We take photos of ourselves, in different positions, doing different things.
I eventually got to go to an adult store, not for myself, but for us. This time instead of magazines I bought a slim double ended purple dildo. This could be fun. There could be various uses for this.
The look on my wife’s face was pretty sweet when I showed her our new toy. It was like a child with a new toy: surprised, not quite sure what to do with it, but visibly intrigued and a knowing smirk lurking in those sweet green eyes. We finally got to try out this novelty last Wednesday.
After our customary daily login to our favourite site, Mandy suddenly asked me where I had hidden the double ended toy. I quite demurely snuck it out of it’s hiding place and presented it to her. “Wow” she stumbled “It seems pretty big – and long” she continued.
With some apprehension I walked into the bathroom to wash the toy. Obviously I was excited at the prospect of trying it out with Mandy, but what exactly were we going to do? I had visions of teasing her with it. I could of course double it up and see how she liked to be pleased in both holes simultaneously. Would she like that? What did she want?
I got back to bed to find her eagerly sitting up, waiting for our playtime to begin. “Do you have any lube?” Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. Luckily I did find some.
“Where shall we start?” I stumbled.
“Well, grease it up and make sure you have enough too.”
“Me?”
“Yes, Babes. I want to try it on you. I’d love to sink it into your arse and fuck you with it. Think you can take it?”
“I’m not sure, Honey.” This is not quite what I had expected the first time round, but I did want to play with her and experiment in this game. After all, I did have fantasies of getting involved with another man too.
I smeared a liberal amount on the toy, as well as my arse. “How are we going to do this?” I asked unsure.
“How do you want to?” She responded. When I didn’t quite answer, she continued “Just lie across the bed on your back. Lift your legs and leave it to me.”
This was the moment of truth. I must admit that I was quite excited and my prick stood testament to that. It lay hard across my abdomen. While stroking my rigid cock she placed the fake cock at the entrance to my arse, initially gently stoking it, testing. Slowly she applied pressure and pushed it in a little. Twice I lunged away with a flinge of pain. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, obviously concerned.
We have come this far, I thought to myself. She has allowed me the privilege of expanding our sexual horizons. I can’t quit here. I can’t disappoint her. “Try again.” I stammered, “nice and slow. “If I can’t do it now, we can try something else.”
Again she applied pressure. She was ever so gentle and then it just seemed to slip right past the tight ring of my sphincter. It was in. A surge of pain did shoot through me again, but this time it was very short. It was almost gone in a flash. She smiled down at me “You took it in, Honey. Our cock is in your arse!” She was visibly enjoying this.
Slowly I started to relax. This was not that bad. I felt her hand around my erection. My God, was I hard! I can’t remember when last I was that hard. She was slowly stroking my cock while at the same time sliding the dildo in and out gently. Shit, was it possible? I could swear I was getting even harder! This felt really good. I did not expect to feel this much pleasure. It is impossible to describe the pleasure that was cursing through me. It was just absolutely brilliant! My eyes closed and I lay back to enjoy these new sensations. The slow in and out thrusting of the fake phallus in my arse and the solid grip of her hand on my pulsating cock – it was still new to me, but I was actually enjoying this.
I felt her shift position. I sat up slightly to see what she was up to. She smiled at me as she held the dildo and then placed the other end against her pussy lips. In all this excitement, I had not done anything for her, but then again, I couldn’t really do much either. Not with her controlling the toy in my arse. Mandy held my gaze as she slowly and deliberately inched the remaining end of the purple toy into her sweet snatch. Once she had a couple of centimeters in, she started to rock back and forth slowly. Oh shit, this was awesome. It felt wonderful. Here was my gorgeous wife fucking me in the arse with a dildo and at the same time the same dildo was giving her pleasure too.
Her eyes rolled back slightly. A wry smile appeared. She leaned backwards and started to shove onto the cock more forcefully. The more she rocked, the more I felt it slide in and out of my no longer virgin arse. What a fantastic feeling. I lay back, closed my eyes and bathed in the blissful feeling of having this hot woman give us immense pleasure. I heard moan and groan with pleasure. We didn’t speak much. There was no need – just the two of us enjoying ourselves, together.
Then I thought I saw a bright flash through my closed eyelids, then another. I opened my eyes to see Mandy holding the camera. She was taking pictures as the dildo slid in and out of us. Yep, she really was enjoying this. While gently riding the cock, she turned the camera to inspect her handiwork. She was so carried away by the scene and the moment that the first pic was of the ceiling. Then she managed to get some brilliant shots of our first toy fuck. Through all this she even managed to shove my cock into her sweet pussy, along with the toy – riding my cock and the dildo at the same time, while fucking me in the arse!
After a while I started to get a little uncomfortable. Seems we had been enjoying ourselves so much that neither of us had noticed that we had consumed the entire toy between us! I eased the dildo out and placed it on the floor. Now I needed to get my rocks off. My cock was so hard I could’ve used it as a hammer. So I hammered it into her hot, wet pussy. Neither of us lasted very long. We both came quickly and loudly.
Covered in sweat and panting profusely, I collapsed next to my stunning wife. It took us quite a while to catch our breath. “Now wasn’t that great?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I replied. “That was awesome.”
“Better than sneaking around on the net and looking for sleazy sex?”
“Much” I admitted.
“Well, next time I hope we can do it with someone else here too.”
I beamed from ear to ear. “I sure hope so, my Love, I sure hope so.”
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The Repair Man & The Horny Wife
Wife goes ahead and does something wrong
Secrets of an Officer’s Daughter part 5
Things are about to heat up once again
Family Affair – ch. 4
Aunt May stood there smiling at both of us, Becky and I sitting there naked on opposite couches facing each other. My erection showed no signs of fading, standing straight up between my thighs seemingly reaching for my abdomen. Mom told Aunt May, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some iced tea,” as she turned and left the den, the sound of her footsteps on the treads of the stair following her up to the kitchen.
Aunt May looked at each of us and said, “Here, stand up. Let me get a good look at you. I haven’t seen you naked like this since you used to play in the back yard wading pool.” Becky and I stood and met each other in the middle of the room, standing there on display for Aunt May. “Well, you’ve both definitely grown up since then. Becky, you look like you really take after your Mom – you’re about the same size and shape as she was when she was your age. And Joe, you look like a typical seventeen year old with a perpetual boner.”
“He’s like that a lot,” Becky snickered.
“That’s pretty normal, I guess,” Aunt May replied. Stepping within arm’s reach, May reached out with her left hand and cupped Becky’s left tit, lifting it gently. “Yes, a lot like your mother’s at your age,” she said before reaching out with her right hand to grasp my penis, pushing it down against its desire to stand up near my abdomen. With her touch I felt more hot blood rush into my already fully erected penis as she said, “And a very firm erection, Joey,” before letting go of each of us and turning around to go upstairs. As she left, Becky and I sat back down, side by side this time, on one of the couches.
“That was weird,” I told Becky. “Like nothing was out of the ordinary.” We sat there silently for a few minutes until Becky picked up the TV remote and turned it on to begin flipping through the channels. As she flipped, I glanced down at my still erect penis then at her tits before leaning over, turning my head, and sucking her right nipple into my mouth. Sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as I could I began to chase laps around it in my mouth with my tongue. Becky continued to flip the channels for a few more moments before putting the remote down and reaching for my penis. “Let’s go in my room,” I said, dropping her tit from my mouth. Without another word, we both got up and walked out of the den and into my room, Becky leading me by her firm grip on my erection. I shoved my door closed as we headed to my bed. I pushed her onto the bedspread covered mattress before diving onto her full length and kissing her deeply, our tongues chasing each other in our open mouths. Sliding down her length, I raised a tit to my mouth to suck on and kiss momentarily before tracing a path down to her neatly trimmed ‘V’ of pubic hair with my tongue and lips. Me between her legs, she swung them up to rest her thighs on my shoulders as I dove face first into her pussy and began to tongue her lips from front to back, probing a little deeper with each pass of my tongue. Beginning to squirm, Becky was using the leverage of her thighs on my shoulders to thrust her pussy into my mouth as I reached around her legs to fondle a tit in each hand. My erection was rubbing on my bed as I moved to meet her thrusts and I felt myself getting more and more aroused, but Becky beat me to the punch, groaning then stiffening and shaking through her orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer and as soon as she finished shaking I jumped out from between her legs and began to mount her. She grabbed my penis, aiming it into her pussy as I dove onto her and buried myself to the hilt in her hot wetness. “Oh damn,” I groaned as I felt her heat envelope me, her pussy squeezing and releasing on my penis. Raising up on my hands and knees, I started thrusting, hammering her with abandon, my animal lust driving me toward release. With her legs wrapped around my hips she was urging me on, pulling herself to meet my every thrust as I hit her like a pile driver out of control. Damn, I felt like I was about to explode then lost my rhythm and began to thrust erratically as I burst over the top and began to cum. Stopping I buried myself as deeply as I could feeling myself pumping my load into the center of her being. As I collapsed onto her she began to cum again under my head to toe embrace, shaking me on top of her with her tremors.
We were locked in deep, probing kiss as we coasted down from our mutual pleasure when we heard Aunt May, “I’m thinking this isn’t the first time you two have done this. Am I right?” I instantly rolled off Becky to see our aunt standing in the open doorway of my bedroom.
“How long have you been standing there?” Beccky demanded.
“Long enough to watch you both have a hell of a time,” she replied softly. “Does your mother know about this?”
“Know about it? Hell, she’s been fucking little Joey herself,” Becky replied with a fair amount of sarcasm in her tone.
“Hey, no need to get nasty with me. I wasn’t criticizing, just asking,” Aunt May shot back. “If you guys want to fuck each other’s eyeballs out, it’s not my business.”
By this time, Becky and I were both sitting on the side of my bed until I stood up and approached Aunt May. “So you’ve got no problem with our fucking each other whenever we feel like it?” I asked her. Looking back at Becky sitting there on the side of the bed, I saw my cum beginning to leak out of her onto the bedspread, which we hadn’t bothered to pull down as we chased and satisfied our lust.
When I’d gotten within reach of Aunt May, she reached out and grasped my sloppy semi-erect penis and looking me straight in the eye said, “No, no problem. If I was younger I’d probably fuck you myself, Joe.”
I heard Becky behind me say, “You’re not too old, May. You want to fuck your little nephew, Joey? Go ahead, Aunt May. You might enjoy it.”
“Why you’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you Becky?” Aunt May asked over my shoulder.
“Probably no nastier than you,” I heard Becky say as her voice got nearer to me. I looked over my shoulder and saw her approaching behind me. “Come on, May. You must’ve been enjoying it if you stood there watching us that long. Did you enjoy watching, May? Would you rather watch us fuck or get fucked yourself, May?” Becky harangued. May released her grasp on my penis and backed up a step as Becky reached behind her and quietly shut my bedroom door. “Come on, May. How long has it been since you’ve been layed, fucked real good? You saw Joey in action. He put a real good fuck on me, didn’t he? You want some of that for yourself?”
Looking at Becky I could see cum running down the inside of her thigh and fire in her eyes. Aunt May looked back and forth between Becky and me. When she looked at me I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders at her.
Becky continued, “Well come on, Aunt May. If nothing else, just get naked with us. You’ll enjoy it. Get naked and relax. It’s nice, you’ll see. You ever been naked with other people?”
“In a sauna a couple of times,” Aunt May replied. “It was nice.”
“Sure it was nice. This isn’t any different,” Becky drove on. “Joey and I will just go watch TV and you join us when you’re ready, but the new rule is ‘No Clothes in the Den,’ okay? Come on, Joey.” I followed Becky across the hall to the bathroom where she began to wipe the cum off of her thighs.
“Are you nuts?” I asked.
“You watch. I bet she’s a horny old bitch. She’ll be sitting down there naked with us in no time at all. You just watch,” Becky responded as she threw her third wad of toilet tissue into the bowl and hit the flush handle.
Later we all ate dinner together, Becky and me sitting at the table naked, Mom and Aunt May ignoring the fact we were naked. Afterwards, Becky and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen as Aunt May said, “I’m tired. I think I’ll go get a shower and get to bed.”
Finished in the kitchen, I headed downstairs to get myself a shower as Becky headed upstairs. Shower finished, I was sitting in the den when Becky bounced in, naked save for towel wrapped around her head. She sat down next to me, pulled the towel off letting her wet hair cascade down, then began to brush it out. As she moved her arms, held up over her shoulders it made her tits bob and weave in time with her shoulder movements. I couldn’t help but reach out and fondle them one at a time with my left hand. “You guys just can’t keep your hands off a girl’s titties, can you?” she asked me playfully.
“Not when they’re this cute,” I replied.
Television droning in the background, Becky was still brushing her hair and I was still lightly fondling her tits when Aunt May walked into the den. I stopped my tittie play, Becky stopped brushing her hair, and we both turned to look at her. She had a kimono robe on, a red pattered, satin like kimono, tied at the waist, gaping partially open on top exposing a great deal of cleavage. The thin smooth material of the kimono did little to conceal her shape. Struggling to cover her ample hips it gaped open at the bottom like the top, showing the insides of her thighs. I could see the outline of her hanging tits and that coupled with the show of cleavage left very little to the imagination at all.
Looking me right in the eye, May untied the waist belt of the kimono and slowly opened the robe. As she did, her full, untrimmed bush of dark brown pubic hair came into view followed by her tits as she let the robe slide off her shoulders. She dropped the robe on the chair and stood there, hands on her hips. “Is this what you meant by ‘no clothes in the den’?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied as I took in the view of her body. She was overweight but retained a female shape and I couldn’t take my eyes off those tits. They looked huge to me. Sitting down on the couch opposite Becky and me, May let her legs relax, thighs apart, shining that bush at me as she sat back against the back cushion. Her tits sagged slightly to each side and I felt my penis begin to engorge.
“Isn’t being naked great, Aunt May?” Becky asked. “Not a care in the world. Besides, look what you’re doing to Joey.”
“That hadn’t escaped me, Becky. Does my old cow like body do that to you, Joey?” she asked me.
“I guess it does, huh?” I replied. “I like your tits.”
“Aren’t mine good enough for you anymore, Joey?” Becky teased.
“No, I mean, I like them, too. I guess I like all tits,” I stammered back.
“Typical male,” Aunt May said. “If you like them so much, do you want to see what they feel like, Joey?”
No answer necessary, I quickly got up off the couch and stepped over to Aunt May. Stooping down in front of her I reached out with my right hand and slipped it up under her left tit, lifting it gently. It was heavy, real heavy, and the nipple, looking down slightly where the tit hung naturally was in my palm as I juggled the funbag in my fingertips and hand. I could feel an erection building quickly between my thighs. I wanted to suck that big nipple and without hesitating I leaned forward which rolled me onto my knees and pulled it to my face. Sucking as much of that brown, dimpled areola into my mouth as I could I rolled the nipple around with my tongue as I sucked gently. I heard Becky behind me, “I think he likes that, Aunt May.”
May’s only response was a soft “um hum” as I continued to suckle her tit. Spreading her thighs, she began to shove my head down, down past her bulge of a belly, down until my face was in her large bush of pubic hair. Scooting herself toward the edge of the couch she presented herself to me and I readily dove in, tongue searching for her pussy lips as my nose rooted around in her thick dark hair. There was a scent of bath powder in my nostrils as I my tongue found its target and began to lightly lick her lips from front to back. I felt her hands on my head as she urged me on, pulling my mouth more tightly to her pussy and I took the hint by beginning to probe with my tongue, deeper and deeper reaching hot wetness as I tongued as deeply as I could. Searching forward I found her clit and after tonguing it wrapped my lips around it and began to suckle on it. I felt May begin to rotate on the couch to lie down and began to turn with her to maintain my liplock on her clit but soon felt her hands on me, guiding me onto her on the couch in a sixty-nine position.
Following her lead I soon had my head down between her thighs, sucking on her clit again as I felt her hands on my penis, stroking, fondling my testicles. Continuing to suck her clit I reached around her thighs and began to finger her pussy, first two fingers of each hand gently teasing, probing as I felt her mouth on my penis. Her hands on my ass she pulled me toward her face as she rapidly stroked my penis with her mouth and tongue. Oh man, I was about to cum, rising quickly, then there, feeling myself pulse in her mouth, feeling like I set loose a large load of semen in several strong pulses of my aroused penis. I could hear May swallowing as I finished my orgasm and continued to suck on her clit and finger her pussy. She was lightly sucking on my penis, milking it dry as she began to tremble and shake under me. With a muted groan, muted my my penis still in her mouth, she rattled through an orgasm that seemed to last forever before calming down. I stopped sucking on her clit and just laid there with my fingers still in her very wet pussy as May pulled my penis out of her mouth saying, “Damn, that felt good.”
Glancing over at Becky I saw that she was feverously masturbating as she watched me and Aunt May.
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Drunk night
True story of my first anal experiance
