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Diary of a Pain Slut – Week One of Five

When Maddi Miller gets caught doing naked self-bondage under an interstate bridge, the police take her to the psych ward of the local hospital. She is released but has to keep a diary as part of her thirty day evaluation and submit it to her therapist at the end of each week. This is week one of that diary. There are five weeks, each more or less stands on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous weeks.

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YOUNG SHAHIDA’S URGES

Today I m going to tell u the real story about my friend Shahida in her own words. I was the only sibling of my parents.My father got married to my mother who was a social worker.At that time her age was 19 wheras my father was 40 yrs old.Within 9 months I came into being.My father bought a little pathan girl who was to be my friend as well as my maid servant.She was 2 years younger than me but soon at the age of 14,she looked like a well developed woman of 20 with large breasts and bulging hips.I too developed into a young ripe girl but with less breasts and hips as compared to my maid servant whose name was Nusrat.My father often went out of the country for his business and my mother,being a social worker got a few male acquaintenances,specially uncle Anwar and uncle Manzoor who often stay at night in our house.They were also very friendly with me and eversince my childhood,before giving me my favourite chocolates,hugged and kissed me.I used to sit on their laps with crossed legs.But after I got younger,uncle Anwar started putting me in his lap with legs surrounding his waist.He hugged me putting his arms around my back massaging it with his hands and kissing me on my forehead and cheeks, included my lips in his kisses.I used to enjoy all of this without any hesitation on my part.Uncle Manzoor also do the same things except that he likes to place me in his lap facing his legs.In this position,he hugged me caressing my waist and my budding breasts.After I got young ,this all happens usally when my mother was out of sight.I think that u are getting bored, so lets hear the real fucking story. One night,getting thirsty,I went to the kitchen to drink water and in the way seeing that my mother’s room shining brightly at this late hour, and hearing mingled voices of man and woman coming out of the bedroom ,I came to sudden halt.Getting curious,with nimble footing,I went to the side window and looked inside.My eyes popped out of their sockets.I saw that On the side of the bed,with her feet on the ground my mother was leaning on the bed stark naked and equally naked uncle Anwar,with his stout organ in his hand,was inseting it in the vagina of my mother.They were exchanging words which I could not hear properly.Due to sudden surge of horror and fear,I backed away from the window.But soon my natural instinct brought me to the window and I saw that uncle’s long rod was fully engrossed in my mothers pussy.He was squeezing his breasts with his hands and his cock was moving in and out of her pussy and words of “Oh my god!u r great.my dear !Oh my goodness,lovely,wonderful”were coming out of my mother’s lips.My legs were trembling,my mouth dry and I was feeling wetness between my pussy lips.Now I knew that hard rod was the penis which poked between my thighs and buttocks when I got seated in the uncles’ laps.I put my finger inside my cunt lips and inserted it in my slit.It easily went inside.I started finger fucking my self just like uncle’s cock was doing to my mother’s pussy.”Oh my lover,I m cumming,oh my god,”My mother was lying flat on the bed due to his hard pumping and writhing vigorously while uncle’s cock was now out of her cunt and was pouring some white fluid on her spread buttocks.He spread this fluid on the buttocks and thighs of my mother.Then he lied flat on his back alongside my mother and they both got motionless.I was astonished to see that his rigid stout rod was resting on his belly in limp and flacid form of about 4 inches of length. Sensing that the skirmish was over,with stagering feet,I went to the kitchen,drank water and came to my room.I lied on the bed and closing my eyes,tried to visualise the whole scene of fucking between my mother and uncle Anwar.I didnot know when sleep prevailed upon me and when I opened my eyes,mother was leaning on me and trying to wake me.I was astonished to see her so very fresh ,and beautiful too. The next day when uncle Anwar came,mother was not at home.I went to greet him and as usual,he put me in his lap.My legs were encircling his waist and when he hugged me,I felt his semi-erect cock poking my crotch.I rubbed my buttocks on his cock teasingly and gave him a long,strong kiss on his lips.Then putting my cheek to his cheek,I whispered in his ears”Uncle! I saw u and mother in her bedroom the previous night.What u 2 were doing?”suddenly I was amused to feel his full erection between my thighs.”Nothing,absolutely nothing.What r u talking about,my dear “he answered in staggering voice.Pressing my crotch on his cock with a circular pushes ,I said”My dear dear uncle!You and mother both were naked.Mother was standing leaning alongside the bed and u were putting some long rod -shape thing inside her belly.”Seeing no way out,he said,”Oh that.We were playing a game,a very lovely game,nothing more.”I jumped from his lap,started taking off my clothes and said,”Lets play the same game with me.I saw all of ur game and really enjoyed it.Come on,take off ur clothes,I want to get the real enjoyment of that game.come on,hurry up.”Seeing my lush young body in its full naturalness,uncle’s eyes popped out of their sockets.Now he could not control himself.He lifted me in his arms and carrying me to my bedroom,said,”Oh,oh,my dear dear sweetheart!You don’t know how much i have waited for such a moment.But for such an occasion,bedroom is the proper place,not the lounge my sweetie.”He placed me in the center of the oval-shaped bed very very carefully.He started to caress my crotch area but I stopped him saying,”My dear1This is the first time that anybody is seeing me fully nude,and also the first time that I am seeing a naked man.You plz lie flat on your back and allow me to first examine your male body especially your handsome cock.””Ok,my darling,as you wish,”he complied.I sat between his spread legs and atonce took hold of his almost 9 inch long rock hard erection in my two hands. The rest of the story will be posted within days in SHAHIDA-PART 2.Plz give ur comments.

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Overnight Train

There’s something inherently sexy about travelling by train; even the London Underground can produce its own unique style of encounter in the crowded morning rush-hour. But I’ve written about that before; this time, I’m talking about long distance travel, overnight.

Fiction

One Thing Leads to Another: The Head Shop

Maria and Christine were lounging around the backyard getting ready to smoke a little pot. Maria found an empty Coke can and began to carefully shape it into a crude pipe. She flattened one side then made a few holes on it with a pocket knife. Christine handed Maria the bag of weed so Maria could place some on the makeshift pipe.

Fantasy

Sex Club

What a couple experience and discover about themselves when they come across a sex club. An experience they’ll never forget.

Fiction

The Rose Tattoo-My Anal penetration

The Rose Tattoo
by Rachel
Although this story was actually written by Katherine, but I liked it so much that I wanted ot post in on xnxx.com and me as the character, hope she will not mind..
Quietly I slipped behind the thin Chinese screen, the one slim concession to modesty offered by the proprietor of “The Needle’s Point”, an innocuous tattoo parlor on the south side of town.
Once more I asked myself what in the world I was doing there, why had I come to this particular place in the shadiest part of the city, but I already knew the answer. I wanted a tattoo. No, I needed a tattoo.
For the first time in my life I had an invitation to spend spring break on the beach in Daytona, and I couldn’t possibly show my suspiciously phallic-shaped birthmark to the world. It would be too humiliating…far too humiliating, but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me creeping into a tattoo parlor. So, I’d crept away in the wee hours of the night to this place…and here I was determined to stay until the deed was done.
And so I stood, slipping my panties off behind the faded vestige of a Chinese Mandarin while a far-from-Chinese proprietor prepared the inks and needles for my rose tattoo.
I’d chosen the rose tattoo for it’s delicate intricacy, it’s gentle blush, but I knew it’s fragile warmth would run a dim second to the muted crimson already on my face. I’d never shown my derriere to anyone before, particularly to a stranger. But I was in college now, wasn’t I? It was time to let go of the apron strings and live a little. If I wanted to wear a thong on the beach next month, then it was now or never, I told myself. I’d made up my mind!
Once more I peeked at the large, rough looking proprietor from behind the screen. This would be like going to a doctor, wouldn’t it? I mean, he sees women baring themselves every day. It’s part of his job. My pale flesh would be simply a canvas upon which to create, wouldn’t it?
I quivered, chastising myself for my cowardice. “Come on, girl…get on with it” I whispered to myself. “The sooner you step out from behind this screen, the sooner he can begin, and the sooner it’ll all be over.”
Heaving a sigh of trepidation, I tucked my panties in my purse and slipped it modestly under my coat on the seat before me. The feel of my short, silky skirt, swishing against my bare flesh felt decadent, almost sinfully evil, and I hesitated once more. Then I heard his voice.
“Are you coming?” he rumbled. “Everything’s ready. You’re the last one tonight, and I want to go home soon,” he warned. “Let’s go, okay?”
Quickly I made my way from behind the screen, fearful that I might provoke this massive Monet of body art and cause him to act heavy-handedly when I came under his needle. But the look in his eyes told me that I need not have worried. The deep brown of his gaze was gentle, seductive in a way that set my mind at rest. He was a professional. After all…wasn’t he?
My attention was immediately drawn to the fact that my practitioner had drawn the shades on the storefront while I had been undressing behind the ancient screen. This was obviously out of respect for my privacy, I assured myself…nothing more. And the sign, which had read “open” when I arrived, now faced the interior of the shop, its alter ego, “closed”, now facing the abandoned street from which I’d come. This too was both reasonable and logical, I told myself. It was late, and the shopkeeper was bound for home soon. I was to be his last customer of the night. Why shouldn’t he close the parlor?
Bolstering my faltering resolve, I stepped before the massive craftsman and asked the next question on my mind, the one that would set our progress in motion.
“What should I do now?” I asked, trying to paste a brave front over my quivering façade. “Do I lay on this table?”
The tattoo artist smiled, a disarmingly warm grin and shook his head. “No,” he said. “I’m afraid you’ll move too much on the table. You wouldn’t want to spoil your body art now, would you?” he asked.
I felt a tiny twinge in the pit of my stomach. Not on the table…well where then? I raised my eyes once more and noted that my practitioner was nodding in the direction of a large, overstuffed, leather chair stationed far off to the left and toward the back of the shop. “Over there,” he said, his voice deepening. “I have everything waiting for us.”
I swallowed noisily, an unladylike sound, and wiped my sweaty palms on the sides of my clinging skirt. Over there? Was I to sit in a chair while this mini giant plied his trade? That couldn’t be, I thought as I moved slowly across the floor. How would he…
And then I knew.
It was not I who was to sit in the massive leather support. For as I watched, my eyes widening, the shopkeeper himself settled his heavily muscled body before me and motioned toward his lap.
“Just lay across my knees,” he smiled. “I won’t hurt you. It’ll be over much sooner this way, and you’ll have a better time of it.”
A “better time of it?” I wondered. What did that mean, and why was the knot in my stomach tightening so uncomfortably now?
Timorously, I placed my palm flat against my stomach, the rush of butterflies overwhelming now, and approached the object of my trepidation.
“Right here,” he directed, patting his massive thighs as though he’d done this a hundred times. “Just relax. I’ll take care of everything.”
I glanced furtively toward the door. This couldn’t be right! I should give up this folly and leave, but somehow I knew I couldn’t. His eyes, the same warm, brown orbs that had so assured me from the start now welcomed me into his lap…cajoled me to spread myself atop his knees and let him do what he would. And so, placing my reservations on hold I bent low and positioned myself in such a way as to make myself available to his ministrations.
He began to spread his knees almost immediately, a wider berth upon which to rest my quivering torso, and I felt my trembling toes leave the floor.
“Relax, girl, relax. I’m not going to eat you,” he chuckled. “Why don’t you call me Ben,” he added. “And what should I call you?”
My lips fused together in embarrassment. Did I want to know this man in such a way, I wondered? But, to avoid answering…wouldn’t that be worse?
“Virginia…Ginny,” stuttered, trying to sound more mature than I felt. “Is this how you want me?”
Now it was his time to pause, his hand resting heavily atop the thin, silken barrier that lay yet between us.
“Ahhh…yeah. This is fine,” he murmured. “I just have to lift this out of the way.” And with that he slipped his hand beneath my skirt and curled it up beyond my waist until my quivering flesh lay before him and my rounded orbs fell beneath his palm.
“Yeah. That’ll do it, alright,” he breathed. “Now I just have to make sure your skin is perfectly clean before I start.”
Thus saying, he began to rub his dampened hands over my flesh, warming it until I felt a curious moisture begin to seep from between my thighs. What was happening, I wondered in shock? I wasn’t supposed to react this way! What would Ben think of me?
Quickly I raised my eyes to gauge his reaction, but found the same smile still warming his features. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed, I prayed as I felt the trickle increase. Perhaps he…
But then I felt his fingers begin to search between my thighs, sliding…stroking…probing the source of my embarrassment. “You’re very relaxed now, aren’t you?” he questioned intimately. “Just enjoy, little Virginia. I can take care of all your needs tonight,” he smiled.
I should have pulled away…should have gotten up and headed home without the adornment I’d come so far to get, but somehow my willpower failed me. Ben would take care of my needs, I thought. Ben would take care of me.
Suddenly I became aware of a buzzing sound, a low hum as my maestro’s magic needle came to life. Then, sliding the fingers of his right deeply between my thighs he anchored me, using his left to apply the crimson point to my exposed buttock.
Pain!
I tried at once to squirm, but his right hand held me firm, curling deep within the unruly auburn thatch that crowned my untried womanhood.
Again I felt the warm gush of my juices against his hand and flushed in humiliation. Ben must think me wanton, I cringed, a plum ripe for the plucking. But yet I stayed, the warmth of his fingers eliciting sensations both new and exciting to my inexperienced flesh.
Once more the needle descended, but this time another touch overruled its sharp bite. Ben’s fingers, once caressing so randomly, now focussed on the small patch of flesh that heralded my inexperience.
“You’ve never been…’kissed’, little Ginny, have you?” he questioned, exploring the barrier between my thighs. “Your ‘flower’ is safe with me, Little One. Don’t worry. There are other pleasures that I can share with you tonight, ones that will leave this gift unopened until you give it to the man of your dreams.”
Again the prick of the needle assailed my senses, but this time Ben began to massage the tiny nub I so often caressed in the dead of night, when I felt the unrequited yearnings of my sex. But this was different…so different.
The needle continued it’s tortuous hum, pricking my flesh, but now I had lost all touch with its passage. My maestro’s fingers had caused me to tremble, to flow copiously between his thighs as he continued to abrade my sensitive clit. My legs quivered, my nipples hardening, ignored as they hung heavily over his lap. Oh. How I longed to feel the full, hard length of him, now pressing so prominently against my tender belly. How I yearned to feel him deep in my wet and yearning body!
Suddenly, his thumb, wet and dripping with my juices, pressed my maidenhead aside and probed deeply into my hungering depths. Oh the joy! I squirmed against him, urging him deeper…and deeper yet. I was in ecstasy! I prayed that it would never end!
And the needle droned on, bringing with it tiny droplets of my blood…a small price to pay for such an experience.
The master of the art continued to fondle the rigid hub of my desire, but now his thumb, so wet, began to moisten the furrow between my buttocks. What was this, I wondered? To what heights was my guide now taking me? But yet he paused, his needle continuing its muted progression as my passions rose with his silken torment.
Finally, I could stand it no longer, and my diminutive frame began to shake, my voice rising in wanton abandon as I gushed profusely into his palm. It was then I felt it…yet another pain…one which both tore and enticed my body in its determination. His thumb, so inviting before, now pressed insistently against the portal of my narrower passage, the tight ring of muscle that guarded my anal aperture. I squirmed, shaking my head. “No,” I murmured…or did I?
I began to wriggle my hips, to shy away from my tormentor, but it was to no avail. Again he pressed, forcing wide the opening with his thick, course thumb, plunging deeply into the darkness beyond.
Tears, at rest until now, began to foul my cheeks. Surely this man couldn’t want…
But he did, and again his thumb thrust deeper, beyond my tender sphincter, probing and plundering as he held me fast. I felt torn, abused, but then once again his fingers began their titillating torment of my clit, warming me, consoling me.
“Relax, Little Ginny,” Ben whispered. “If you relax it won’t hurt so much. You can enjoy it then.”
Won’t hurt so much? Won’t hurt so much! How could this sort of treatment not feel as though the devil himself was taking his due? And yet, as his fingers caressed my clit once more, and the warm liquid once again began to flow between my trembling thighs, I did relax and the tight muscular barrier that guarded my nether passage began to relax as well. Finally, the massive invasion to which Ben had subjected me began to warm beneath his thrusts and I accepted his digit with an almost a heated welcome. This wasn’t so bad, I reconsidered…it was becoming enjoyable, in fact.
The needle began its hum once more, and the sharp bite of his tool began to sting with renewed intensity. Once more Ben began to slather my furrow with the hot, wet effluent of my sex. Wantonly, I parted my thighs even wider to give my artist greater access. I knew what was coming, or did I?
This time, I felt not only his thumb, but his forefinger as well penetrate my delicate anus. I screamed! Surely I was being torn asunder with each thrust! And yet he continued to hold me fast, pinioning my hips as he pumped mercilessly into my pain wracked flesh.
“Relax, Little One…relax. I’m going to make you feel wonderful. Just let it happen, Ginny. Open up to me, girl…open up.”
And then something totally unexpected happened. He stopped, and lifting me in his arms he carried me behind the chair and draped my heaving frame over the back in such a way that my toes swung free, and my buttocks were at his mercy.
I struggled. This wasn’t happening, I told myself. It couldn’t be…and then I heard the soft snicker of his zipper, and the muted thud of his pants as they fell to the floor and pooled around his ankles.
I opened my mouth to protest, but found his hand, hard and massive, covering my lips.
“Shhh…Little Ginny,” He groaned. Give it a chance. You were made for this. Darlin’. Relax, and let me take care of you…”
Then, once again his hand searched between my dripping thighs for the wetness he desired. Would he touch me again, I wondered, hoping to feel his talented fingers once more leading me to nirvana. But, not this time…not this time. This time I felt his cock, rock hard and immense, sliding against my hungering slit…tempting me…teasing me until it too was covered with my flowing stream.
Then, he retreated, and in one massive lunge, he thrust once more against my anal opening, forcing the head of his monstrous tool deep inside the chocolate rose between my buttocks. I screamed, and screamed again, and again he pressed his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh…it’s okay. Trust me, Little Ginny. Just relax and let it happen. You’re going to love this. Just trust me.”
He paused for a moment to allow me adjust to his brutal invasion, and then he began to move. Slowly at first, my muscles contracting, trying to repel him with each thrust.
He grunted.
“Let me in, Girl. Relax.” He ordered, reaching between my thighs once more and stroking my clit. “That feels good now, doesn’t it? That’s it…relax.”
His fingers, so persistent, now led me to drop my guard ever so slightly, allowing Ben to take immediate advantage, plunging yet deeper into my poor, tortured flesh.
I whimpered.
Again he continued to stroke and massage his fingers over my throbbing clit, and once more I felt my defenses fall.
Another thrust, and he impaled his thick, hard member halfway into my stretched and tortured body. Oh, the pain, I wanted to scream, but only the muffled sound of my voice against the palm of his hand escaped into the silence of the room. Had there ever been such torment, I asked myself…had there?
Still he continued his maddening ministrations between my thighs. Touching, cajoling until I felt my release once more at hand. No, I thought…I couldn’t allow myself that luxury. What would he do if I…
And then the world began to shatter within me, and I felt my body abandon all control as I quaked, moaning beneath him.
Again he thrust, hilting his organ deep inside my poor inadequate flesh, but this time my screams were confused and ambiguous. Was I screaming in pain…or joy? I didn’t know.
All tenderness fell away now as his passions overrode his hesitancy. He became like a rutting beast, ramming the outrageous length of his thick, hard cock into my anus. My nails dug into the fabric of the chair to anchor myself…so hard and fast did he pound his body against mine. My breath came in ragged gasps. How long would this continue, I wondered frantically? How long…
And then he reached out and grasped my hips, his penetrating blows now threatening to tear me asunder. He groaned, a bestial sound as I felt him pause for a second. Then, with renewed vigor he assault escalated until every whimper became a shriek, and my very bones felt in danger of crumbling.
Suddenly he moaned, long and loud, and I felt his hot sperm flood my body, filling me, gushing from my anus in hot torrents and down my thighs as he slumped against me, limp and sated.
Silently I lay still beneath him, not sure whether I had been ravaged, or liberated. His cock, still embedded within me, began to soften now, leaving behind a yawning emptiness that had once wrapped itself about him. I felt a loss, an abandonment. Surely he would guide me to the summit once more, I hoped. But it was not to be.
“Your rose is finished, Little Ginny, and so am I, I’m afraid,” he said. You need to clean yourself up now, and get home. It isn’t safe out there at night anymore. You could run into anyone,” he said, caressing my cheek.
Slowly I nodded. He was right. I needed to get back to the dorm, and right away. People would be looking for me, questions would be asked. But tonight was something I wouldn’t…couldn’t share. I’d take this night to my grave, a silent memory, a distant swirl of cataclysmic passion…but no one would ever know.
As I slipped stealthily into my dorm, and slid between the welcoming sheets of my bed, I felt once more the tender ache between my thighs. Ben had opened my body to new experiences, my mind to my own sensuality. He would be remembered long past the healing of my flesh. He would be remembered each and every time I looked into the mirror at the bright crimson adornment on my left buttock.
He would be remembered as the man who gave me my rose…

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Submitting

SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands

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The new game of strip poker

It was new years eve and like most people we had invited some friends over for a party. As the evening progressed there seemed to be more and more people, alot of which I didn’t know. The party ended around 1:30 in the morning new years day and oh! what a mess the house was. Though fairly drunk my room mates and I started cleaning up, not wanting to face the mess later. Sharon , one of my room mates began tellimg dirty jokes as we cleaned. I swear I don’t know were she comes up with them but, she soon had Tammy my other room mate and I laughing aloud and Sharon began a game of pinching our butts as we passed each other in the cleaning prossess. Sharon is cute with shoulder lenght slightly curly blonde hair, blue eyes, more than ample beasts, a nice shaped butt, and stands a full five feet eleven inches tall. Tammy on the other hand is very pretty with brown eyes, straight brown hair almost down to her perfectly shaped butt, she has small breasts but, as I see again this morning nipples that poke out nearly an inch . As for myself I have straight red hair down to the middle of my back, green eyes, what I feel are ample breasts which at this moment support very hard nipples, and what I think is a cute butt. All three of us continued to drink as we cleaned and the butt pinching turned to nipple pinching which was getting me pretty excited. When we finished cleanig up I though we would all go to our rooms and go to sleep but it seems that between the dirty jokes, nipple pinching and twisting none of us were ready for sleep yet. Sharon found a deck of cards and began to shuffle them. She had a strange smile on her face as she announced the game was going to be strip poker. When I looked over at Tammy I saw that she too had a strange smile on her face as will. I was both pretty buzzed and excited and agreed to play the game. As Sharon continued to shuffle she explained the rules. Five card draw, nothing wild, highest hand wins, the winner has two minutes to place each loser in any position they choose and remove an article of clothing, she also added that kissing, fondling, licking, and sucking were part of the game. Now not only were my nipples hard but I could feel my pussy getting very moist. She asked Tammy to go to the kitchen and bring back the baking timer. When Tammy came back with the timer Sharon began dealing the cards. I’m sure she must have set up the deck because she won the first hand with four aces. She set the timer for two minutes, stood up, walked to were Tammy was sitting and told her to stand up. Wasting no time she removed Tammy’s tank top and started playing with Tammy’s already very erect nipples thru her bra and at the same time began kissing her. At the sight of this I began unknownly to squirm in my chair, it seemed so sexy. When the timer went off Sharon gave Tammy one last kiss, turned to me and ordered me to stand. She removed my shirt and began fondling my breasts and deeply kissing me. I had never kissed or touched another woman before and as her hands pulled and twisted my nipples thru the thin fabric of the bra I was wearing I felt that I was about to lose control. Just then the timer went off again, she gave me one last kiss and returned to her seat. She dealt the next round of cards and won the round with four kings. I called her a cheater, she didn’t say a word in response. She stood up and again approched Tammy ordering her to sit on my lap facing me, she then removed Tammy’s bra, I now had a clear veiw of Tammy’s tits, her nipples were long and hard as rocks. I couldn’t help myself I started licking and sucking on her right nipple, her nipple felt so good in my mouth that I wasn’t even aware that Sharon was doing the same to Tammy’ left nipple. By now Tammy was squirmimg in my lap and softly moaning. Again the timer went off, and Sharon ordered Tammy and I to swap places with me sitting on Tammy’s lap facing her, she removed my thin bra and once again started pulling and twisting my rock hard nipples, she took one hand a pulled Tammy’s head towards my right breast, and with out any hesitation she began sucking my nipple into her mouth and Sharon went to work on my left nipple, now I was squirming in Tammy’s lap and about to cum when that dam timer went off again. I was breathing hard and my heart was racing, by now I knew the crouch of my panties were soaking wet. The next hand Tammy won. She had Sharon sit on my lap and removed her top revieling her large bra covered breast, her nipples protruding against the fabric I reach out a fondled her big tits, twisting and pulling her hard nipples and kissed her soft lips. Tammy just stood smilling and watched. The timer went off again. Tammy had Sharon remove herself from my lap and ordered me to stand, she removed my skirt and let it fall to the floor. She then began kissing me softly at first, then deeply with one hand on my left breast and the other reaching between my legs to my wet panty covered pussy, Sharon was helping herself to my right tit licking ,sucking ,and lightly bitting my nipple, I was moaning loudly now and moving my hips to the pace of Tammy’s rubbing of my crouch. I was about to cum when the timer went off again. Dam that timer! . I suggested we get rid of it but Sharon said it had to stay, after all it was part of the game . This time I won the hand and had Sharon stand, I took her bra off and quickly began licking and sucking her nipples moving back and forth from tit to tit like they were candy, I moved my hand down and started to rub her crouch thru her tight jeans, She started to moan as my sucking and rubbing became harder and harder. When the timer went off I didn’t stop and soon Tammy ordered me to stop. I complied even though I didn’t want to. My mind was spinning but somehow I remembered that it was now my turn with Tammy. She had on a low cut pair of pants that made her ass look perfect and I wasted no time in removing them. Underneath she wore white lace panties which I soon found were soaking wet as I rubbed her pussy. I kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before, working my fingers on her pantie cover pussy and my tongue in her mouth. This time I didn’t even hear the timer as Sharon made me stop. Tammy won the next hand, she went to Sharon, unbottoned her jeans , pulled them down and started licking, kissing and sucking on the crouch of her light blue tight fitting panties that were already wet with her pussy juice. Sharon was moaning loudly and moving her hips to allow Tammy better access to her warm wet panty cover pussy. Tammy somehow heard the timer and stop what she was doing, turned towards me, told me to stand, removed my panties, then she told me to sit back in the chair and put my legs on the arm rests, I of course complied closed my eyes and soon felt her fingers probing my pussy she started with one finger, then two, then three, I moved my hips to the pace of her fingers going in and out of my soaking wet pussy . The next thing I knew she was sucking on my clit, with three fingers in me and my clit wrapped in her lips I came and came and came. Before Tammy decided she was done she removed her fingers from my cum soaked pussy and stuck her tongue in as deep as she could, licking and swallowing every last drop of my cum. I didn’t know if I could continue playing this game, as I was already so satisfied but I shook my head to clear it and was able to keep going. My turn I won the hand. I went to Sharon, had her lay down on the floor, removed her panties and started kissing, licking and sucking on her inter thighs and as I moved up towards her pussy It was the first time I had ever caught the scent of a womans pussy, I now knew that I just had to taste Sharons pussy juices. I started to kiss all around her warm mound, then kissed right on it, using my tongue I parted her pussy lips and stuck my tongue in her as deep as I could, she tasted like heaven, I found her clit with my tongue wrapped my lips around it, sucked it hard as I could all the while licking it with all my might. Sharon’s hole body began to shake and her pussy started to quiver as my tongue worked on her clit, suddenly her legs clamped around my head as she violently jerked again and again. She kept cumming for a long while as licked and licked and sucked her clit. I don’t know when the timer went off but when I looked up Tammy was playing with her own pussy, I could not resist, I placed my mouth on her mound and licked and suck it until she came hard. By now I was exausted and we all fell asleep. I woke to Sharon licking my clit and Tammy sucking my nipples, I came harded and more than I ever knew possible. I certainly had a happy new year and hope yuo did too!

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My auntie’s Party

A story about love between 2 young boys. If such thing offends you, please don’t read this story and go read someone else’s story.