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Inside Me: C08

Inside Me
—– 8 —
After a lot of begging with mom to let Montana and her little sister stay over the Labor Day weekend, she finally gave me the go ahead to get permission from Ean.
I didn’t really know why I begged my mom so hard. Montana would help get Ean’s stuff out of me either way and I really didn’t want the two of them meeting each other. But some part of me did. Ean knew I was friends with her than. I couldn’t keep them apart forever. My absolute biggest fear was having predicted right how well they would get along.
Ean really did like Crystal a lot, I never saw them together but I could feel that he liked her from the way he talked about her to me over the phone when they were dating. She was almost perfect for him. Almost. Ean was trying everything on her. He was just too late. She was already damaged goods. Montana. If, and I hoped everything against it, if he took to Montana – she was still young. Untarnished. The only hope of me believing that Ean would think of her as too young went out the door with my virginity.
Ean said I was young, but I pushed him. I told him that age was nothing. He knew it already but I did my absolute best to reinforce it. Whatever barrier he had left crumbled as I dropped my body onto his penis.
Math class Monday wasn’t really the place to talk about cleaning out my vagina so we refrained until lunch. That was when I learned about a douche. I was getting pretty scared as she talked about it but she said she had done it once before. I didn’t know though. Sticking a tube that far up into me and squirting water to flush out my brother’s cum.
First of all, I didn’t want anything inside me except my brother and his cum. That carried over into the second of all, I felt guilty washing him out of me. Montana said that there wouldn’t be much left anyways, but probably enough to send of a red flag to a gynecologist.
The conversation carried over from lunch where I walked with her to the middle school. It was about a fifteen minute walk.
“Yeah, mom usually douches when she’s on her period and dad is in one of his happy moods.”
“Is, is that the one I’m using?” I asked a little scared and disgusted.
“No, I found hers and asked what it was and for some reason she bought me one. You’ll use that. I only used it once and I was clean to start with. I just wanted to see what it was like.”
I smiled awkwardly. For some reason, I was comforted that I was going to use her douche. At least more so than using her mom’s.
We reached my old middle school just as masses of kids began funneling out. They all looked so young to me. I guess being around high school people all day made me expect all kids my age to look like that. Even though I was just barely out of that middle school.
A young girl came running up to us. I put the excitement in her face and somewhat familiar characteristics into what was most probably Montana’s sister.
“Is this her, his sister?” she jittered in an almost annoying little girly voice. I had to blush a bit from the attention though.
“Yes Bentlee.”
“You’re really pretty,” she told me. That must have turned my face a deep shade of red. “I can see why your brother likes you so much.” She just wouldn’t stop. Blood was pouring into my face.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Montana said as if it just popped into her mind, “Bentlee was in the room with me the last time I called. You know, when I had to yell at you.”
The little girl was beaming at me as I tried looking away. I wished so much she wasn’t there right then.
“Don’t worry,” Montana said looking at my undoubtedly purple face, “she’s part of the club too.”
“What club?” I asked not really wanting to know.
“Club Ean!” Bentlee almost shouted. It was the most uncomfortable situation I had been in in a long time. It was incredibly embarrassing but at the same time, it made me feel really special. I was Ean’s sister. I felt so popular. At least with them.
Montana must have seen my extreme discomfort and started leading the way to her home.
Bentlee stared at me the whole way to her house beaming with a bright smile. I wondered how much Montana had told her about Ean and I. Montana seemed to notice her little sister.
“Don’t mind her. She would give anything to be in your position. She liked Ean ever since he started dating Crystal but when she found out about you two, she got some crazy idea in her head that Ean likes all younger girls and now she thinks she has a chance with him.”
“I’m only one year younger than her,” Bentlee protested.
“Two years Bent, you’re only twelve,” her older sister scolded.
“Yeah, for only two more days,” she scoffed.
“Besides, you don’t have what it takes up here,” Montana said tapping her head.
I felt almost like a third wheel, but I knew that I was the whole focal point of the conversation. We arrived at their house and I had to shamefully realize that I was surprised at how well off they were. Montana’s appearance didn’t really project well what her house did.
They weren’t overly rich or anything, they were easily at my level. I guess though with Crystal, money would become a little tight. When dad died, he had insurance and workers compensation. That pretty much was putting and going to put Ean and I through college wherever we wanted.
We entered and went straight up to Montana’s room. Bentlee tried following but her sister pushed her back and closed the door.
“Does she know what we’re doing?” I asked embarrassed.
“Yeah, pretty much. But I don’t know why she wants to watch.” Montana got onto the floor and pulled out a box from under her bed. She opened it and pulled out something that almost looked like a weird baby’s rattle in a plastic bag. She pulled it from the bag and handed it to me. “This one is a bulb one or something; my mom has one with a giant bag on it and a long hose. She said this one was easier for beginners. Now we go to the bathroom.”
I followed Montana to her door and out of it as she opened it. Bentlee was almost hugging it. I really didn’t want to be the one holding the thing in my hand as she stared from it to my face. I hurriedly walked into the bathroom before Montana. She shut the door in her sister’s face and turned around to take the thing from me.
“I cleaned it before after I used it, but we should probably do it again.” She headed to the sink with it and turned the water on.”
“When did you use it?” I asked curiously.
“About a year ago,” she said while rubbing it down with soap and water. I stood there uncomfortably not knowing what to do. I watched her filling it up with water, then she handed it to me. “Ok, now I guess you lie in the bathtub and then put it in you. Then you gently squeeze until it’s all gone. You can probably use the bath faucet to fill it up with warm water and do that for a few times until you feel clean. I’ll be outside.”
I looked hard at the douche in my hands unsure of everything. I didn’t want to be alone in my new friend’s bathroom overflowing my vagina with water and spilling it out into her bathtub.
“Why, why did you only do it once?” I asked.
“Well, I looked it up online afterwards and apparently it can cause infections and possibly make you infertile.”
I immediately pushed the object back into her. “No, I’m not doing it then.”
“Calm down. That’s only a possibility if you do it a lot. This is just once. And you’re going to the gynecologist tomorrow so they will be the first to see if anything is wrong with you and fix you up before you even notice anything. It’s better than them finding your brother’s sperm in you.”
“No, I don’t trust myself. The last time I put something inside me on my own, I almost destroyed my insides. The first time I put something in me, I thought I broke my virginity and I did partly.”
“Well, do you want me to call Ean to come over and have him do it for you?”
I was getting scared and it was showing. I never knew putting a penis or even a hairbrush inside me could cause so much pain but it did when I tried on my own. I knew what that thing, that douche, could do if I put it inside me. No way. But I had to do it. That’s what was scaring the daylight from my face.
Montana was just looking at me oblivious of what to do. I had gotten the go ahead from my mom for her to spend the weekend at my house and I knew I could persuade Ean. She knew that too. She would want to help me anyway regardless of that.
“Well,” she started, “I’ve done it before so I have experience. I could do it again maybe, for you.”
My weakened neck sprung up for my eyes to face hers.
“I’ve seen my sister naked before and myself, so it’s nothing new. Just have to push and squeeze something inside you. I’ve done it to myself.”
I really didn’t want what was happening to me but it was the only way. It was a moment where I would put my trust in her to a test. Montana looked pretty uncomfortable with it too. I could so easily strip naked to my own brother as he stared at me emotionless but it was this hard for me to take my pants down in front of a girl friend who was as uncomfortable as me.
“Only, only if you really don’t mind. I don’t want to make you,” I said uneasily.
Montana looked up to me and smiled awkwardly. “I don’t mind. It’s what girl friends are for. Besides, your Ean’s sister; it’ll probably be the closest thing to seeing him down there you’ll ever let me get.”
I didn’t know whether to smile or grin. It didn’t make much sense to me how she figured that. Just because we were related. But it did make me feel special.
“Ok, you have to take you pants and underwear all the way off. Probably your socks too. I can refill it for you in the sink but your feet will still probably get wet when it runs out of you.”
“Can’t we do it on the toilet maybe?”
“Well, I did mine in the bathtub. If you did it on the toilet, I might not feel as confident.”
“Ok, bathtub than.”
Obviously, my shoes and socks were the first to go. Then, I came to my more revealing clothes. I lingered on my belt but soon that was unbuckled. I popped the button on my jeans and shyly unzipped the zipper revealing my panties to Montana.
She noticed me uncomfortably eyeing her I think and turned around. I pushed my thumbs under my panties and slid them down with my pants. I dropped them to the ground and stepped out of them. Montana turned back around and looked.
“Wow,” she said; then catching herself, she blushed.
“What?” I demanded. “Tell me, we’re friends, tell me.” Was there something wrong with me? What surprised her? She said she had seen herself and her sister naked before.
“Well, I just thought you naturally had smaller breasts. I didn’t know you were actually that young.”
I immediately looked down to my vagina. I had pubic hair, not a lot but it was there. I was fourteen though. I had seen the drawings in the health books; I was young compared to them. I pushed my hand over myself covering that region from her view.
“I’m just late, that’s all.” I was so embarrassed. I regretted it all already.
“Don’t be shy. Ean obviously loves you. Any girl in the world would be crazy not to want to be you. You have the Ean gene.”
She was seriously obsessed with my brother. “He’s only my half brother you know.”
“I’ve seen pictures of your dad; I know where it comes from.”
“Can we just hurry up,” I begged as I climbed into the bathtub. Montana walked over to me and got on her knees as I reclined back.
“Ok, just bend your knees a little bit and keep them open. And trust me, young really looks good on you.”
The last thing I wanted to be doing while opening my naked legs to another girl was blush, but Montana had apparently made that her goal. From there, it was mostly silent between us. I was trying my hardest not to panic and Montana was trying her hardest not to mess up.
Slowly, she pressed the tip of the plastic tube into my slit. She fumbled around a bit before pulling it back out.
“What’s wrong,” I choked.
“Nothing, just a little dry.” She reached up and grabbed a bottle of conditioner. Popping open the lid, she squeezed just a little bit onto her fingers. She closed it and set it off to the side. I watched her nervously as she coated the tube with a thin layer of the soap.
She wiped the rest from her fingers on the side of the bathtub and lowered the syringe back down between my legs. Slowly, she eased it in. It was almost gliding in. She turned her head to me and smile. Feeling how smoothly it rolled into me and how well things were going so far, I smiled back.
“Does Ean feel like this?” she asked.
“He’s much bigger, and warmer.” I could feel the base of the plastic syringe push into my slit.
“Here we go,” she said. All of a sudden, I felt myself fill up with warm water. I looked down to Montana’s fingers squeezing the rubber bubble just outside my vagina. I was lost in the feeling.
More and more water poured into me. Then I could feel it starting to pour out of me. The warm liquid ran out of my hole and down my butt crack. I could see a small stream running down to the drain. Montana pressed harder on the bubble and water began almost splashing out of me. I could hear it like a small river falling an inch to the ceramic floor.
I looked up to Montana who was staring intently at my privates. I didn’t know what to think of it. All her focus was on my vagina as it poured free the liquid she squeezed harder and harder into me. I watched her fingers meet as the water ran out of the bulb.
Slowly, she slipped it out of me staring at it. She watched intently as the entire length pulled from my vagina glistening with liquid. The tip popped out from me and she looked over to me looking at her face.
“Sorry,” she blushed, “I just never did it to another girl. Definitely not one as pretty as you.” My face burned in heat from that comment. I didn’t know for what reason though. Had I had my pants and underwear on, I would have taken it very innocently. But I didn’t have those on and I didn’t really know how to take it. “If you’re comfortable now, you can do it and I’ll just wait outside.” She looked truly flushed with embarrassment.
“No,” I said sympathetically with a little bit of curiosity in my voice, “you keep doing it. It’s just so new; I wouldn’t be comfortable by myself.”
“Ok.” She turned around quickly and headed to the sink. I looked down at the stream of liquid still dripping from me down toward the drain. It looked clean. Maybe a little bit of what could have been semen. It might have just been my mind wanting to see it though.
Montana came back and dropped to her knees. Again, she moved the plastic nozzle to my slit. Slowly, she pressed in. I watched her as she tried her best to look casual, not staring to intently at what was happening but not knowing where else to put her eyes. The base of the tube touched my lips and she began squeezing. This time, she started off harder.
The warm water flooded into me again and almost immediately began falling out. Montana began looking more and more uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to do for her. Our positions had switched somehow. I was the one so exposed yet she looked worse off than me. I guess maybe because she was the one right there. Her hand was an inch from my most sensitive flesh and one wrong move could put her in a very awkward situation.
I didn’t know what I would do if she touched me there. I guess I would have just accepted it as an accident. I couldn’t get mad at her. Not after what she was doing for me.
Montana filled it up two more times before we both became so uncomfortable that we agreed it was enough. She handed me a towel and I got up to dry and dress myself as she spent her time cleaning the thing off and out.
Montana opened the door and her little sister almost fell back into her feet. Bentlee had been sitting down with her back leaning against the door.
“Don’t you have a life,” Montana scowled to her.
“I thought you were coming out earlier, why were you in there so long, did you watch her do it or something?”
“Why do you care so much?”
“Did you see any of his stuff come out of her?”
I pushed at Montana to retreat to the privacy of her bedroom. I really did not want to be the subject of that conversation. Bentlee looked up to me beaming. Montana and I hurried into her room ignoring the rest of what she was saying.
As Montana walked over to her bed to put the thing back in its box, I struggled to think of something to say that would take our minds off of what just happened. She pushed the box back under her bed and turned to me.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell Bentlee anything about it.” She paused in thought real quick. “So, look around, what do you think I’ll need to bring to our slumber party.”
I smiled at the change of subject and started gazing around the room.
That whole day had ended well enough. I fell asleep that night with some very weird thoughts, but in all, I was very glad it was over and I was cleaned out and ready to face the gynecologist.
The next day at school was as repetitive and tedious as usual. I had my one friend though and that brightened up math class and lunch; although we didn’t really talk much that day. I went home that day to find Ean watching TV. My appointment was in an hour and mom didn’t pick me up for school.
“Maeghan,” Ean called as I tried sneaking back to mom’s room. I was so afraid that he was about to tell me that he was taking me to the appointment.
“What?” I asked a little worried.
“What’s this about a slumber party mom’s telling me I’m in charge of?”
“Umm, I keep forgetting to ask, but, is it alright if my friend and her sister come to stay this weekend? You know, we talked about it before.”
“I never said I was up for it.”
“Please Ean. I’ll do anything.” If he rejected me, Montana and her sister would kill me. I had told them I was taking care of everything, and all they needed to do was pack for it. “I know you’ll like Montana.” That was my trump card but unfortunately I had no idea how to use it right.
I was positive he would like Montana. I didn’t know if he knew that but I suspected he did. I really didn’t want him to like her though. But she was trusting me to keep her away from her aunt’s house.
“I guess I can do it, if you really don’t want the whole weekend alone with me.”
Damn him; making me choose between him and my only other friend.
“Trust me Ean, I’ll make alone time for just us if that’s what you want.” I smiled seductively innocent. He just grinned back.
I saw mom turn the corner down the hallway from her room and come toward me.
“Sorry honey, I lost all track of time.”
“Where you going?” Ean asked curiously as if he felt left out.
“Doctor’s appointment,” I said before mom could say anything.
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My First Taste of Cock!

My First Taste of Cock!
My adolescent years were probably no different than most kids back in the
40’s. At Scout Camp, there were the customary “circle jerks” when the
Counselors finally turned in and even some of them shared in that ago old ritual. I
had several friends who shared with me their escapades of exploration with either
a brother or sister, We would listen to their talk and rub our cocks as the various
scenarios were related and hear about sisters or brothers talking about a friend
sucking cock or licking a pussy and some time “actually doing-it.” I recall how
excited I would get and that “special feeling” I got from stroking my cock while
listening. The older guys seemed to have all the “stuff” they wanted and delighted
in telling the stories, and seeing a “kid”: cum for his very first time. Most often,
we would return to our cabin and continue to talk and stroke our hard excited little
cocks.
My best buddy live on a hill overlooking the town and his parents owned
and ran a restaurant. When I would sleep over at his house, we would horse
around and play games till late into the night. His parents bedroom was at the
other end of the house and we had some privacy. We’d talk about the older guys,
and what they had said or one of our other friends who would share a story about
watching his sister undress or suck her boy friends cock at night on the front porch
of their house. We would watch each other as we stroked our cocks and talk
about our differences as my cock was “uncut” and his was circumcised. He would
ask me if he could touch my cock and stroke it, then telling me I could do the
same with him. So we did play around some and experiment to see what would
get us hard. He was the first to actually cum and I was able to get some goo out, a
few weeks later. The night time talks were really exciting and the morning we
really cut loose horsing around a s the house was empty because his parents left
early each morning for the restaurant. We were both on the JV wrestling team at
school and the “rough house” that we did would usually end up in his bed or on
the living room floor. He was bigger and stronger than I was and he usually
(always) ended up pinning me! He would frequently straddle my chest with his
knees holding my arms down at my side. The play and wrestling we did would
sometimes get us excited and oftentimes our pj”s or undershorts would have come
off and our cocks would be semi hard from the workout. Phil liked to boast and
would show his complete dominance over me by rubbing his cock across my lips
and face. I would fight like hell to get up and tell him to stop, but he would hold
me down and again and again humiliate me by flaunting his circumcised cock in
my face.
I would fight as hard as possible and my face would be beet red. When
he finally released me, he would tell me he just knew I enjoyed it probably more
so than he did doing it to me and then, we would go on to other things.
Afterwards, when I was back home or in school, I would recall the events vividly,
I’d think about what Phil had done and could recall with great
clarity, the soft velvet texture of his cock head against my lips, the erotic aroma
from his hard man sized cock. I liked it, no, I lived for it, I really did and I would
think about and fantasize about what would he do or how would he react “if” I
stopped resisting and just parted my lips, opened my mouth and sucked his cock
the next time he did that to me! My curiosity was short lived, I stayed at his
house the very next week-end. I was excited, and it was I, who initiated the
wrestling, knowing full well the outcome (pun intended). When Phil had me
pinned on the living room floor, he pulled his hard cock from his pajamas and
again rubbed his cock across my lips. I fought like before, but not as hard. He
literally bathed my face with his spongy cock head, the smell, Oh, that smell of
cock, drifted through my nostrils and I was “ready.” I opened my mouth and his
smooth tube-like, warm cock slipped between my lips and into my mouth. It was
even better than I had even imagined and the expression on his face was priceless!
It was the first such sucking activity I had ever done. I thought I new the
rudiments of sucking cock from the typed written stories I had read and that were
being passed around at school. Also, the pictures I had seen on playing cards.
From the expression on his face, I knew too he was enjoying it very much.
I knew I enjoyed the feeling of his cock in my mouth so much better than having
him rub it against my face. With his cock deep in my sucking mouth, I felt I was
in control. He was even more excited than I imagined and in just a few minutes,
his cock recoiled, jumped a bit and expanded as he was filling my mouth for the
very first time with his warm boy cream. He pumped and I swallowed to keep
from choking but I had to swallow several times before he was finished. He was
really pleased and I was to duplicate that scene several times in the next few
weeks. He finally reciprocated about 10 days later and I must say I enjoyed the
feeling of my cock in his warm mouth too. After that initial episode, there were
times when he would tie me up in his walk-in closet and make me suck his cock
or play with my cock until I would spurt my cum and he would catch it in his
hand. He would sometimes take some of my cum on his finger and coat my lips.
“How do you like the taste of your own cum?” he would taunt at me. I too had
my turns of tying him up and playing with his cock but I usually ended up sucking
him off as my prisoner! We continued our play for about 14 months I guess then
drifted into other things and not much sex play after that. We were jocks you
know and playing sports and that sort of thing wasn’t good for athletes to be so
active sexually or so we were told.
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Matrimony Part 1 (Pilot)

So after the success so to speak of my last short series I was like “Shit, I better come up with some ideas”. This is probably way out of my depth as I’m writing about people way outside my demographic, but I’d love to see what you guys think about my attempt. Trying to put some variety out there at the moment as I don’t want to just keep releasing ‘teen guy teen girl’ stories. If it’s a miss ill work on something else but if not I’ll keep writing this one for you guys. Peace.

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Naked in the night

It had been a hot day. Even now in the evening the temperature had dropped only a little.
A slight breeze ruffled the curtains at the open window as Yvonne and Rob prepared for bed.
Yvonne, just out of the shower, had the slightest hint of lightly perfumed soap about her fresh, smooth skin.
She slipped her tiny nightie over her shoulders, letting the delicate, pale pink, semi-see through garment fall lightly over her body.
Making a bow of the ribbon tie at the front of the nightie, she next pulled a pair of very brief, matching pink panties up over her slender legs.
Rob looked at his wife, the beautiful little nightie showing a good amount of Yvonne’s small, white breasts temptingly visible courtesy of the way that she’d only loosely tied the front of the nightie together.
His eye roamed down to the tiny panties that his wife wore, then down her so sexy legs.
His cock swelled and swung out before him.
He glanced at the window with the curtains still wide open. He thrilled at the thought that anyone looking from outside, would be able to see his lovely, sexy wife as she moved about the room.
A notion came to his mind, and giving Yvonne a cuddle and a kiss, he suggested that they go outside for a while.
Rob slipped on a shirt and pulled on his pants but when his wife looked to put something more modest on, he told her to go as she was.
Opening the door, they stepped from their holiday apartment.
Glancing at the neighbouring units, Rob noted many open windows and doors as the occupants tried to find some cooling air. Some windows were lit by the lights inside. The sound of a TV in one house competing with soft musical strains from another. Now and then the sound of voices and laughter could be heard from one of the many lit windows nearby.
Immediately in front of the apartment, Rob and Yvonne were in shadow. It would be unlikely that they could be seen if anyone should be outside and looking about. Once away from that protective shadow though, they would be in the open with just a few bushes dotted about the small patch of lawn, and a nearby streetlamp throwing its light on the general area.
Rob took his wife’s hand and went to lead her forward.
Yvonne pulled back and giggled as she exclaimed that she couldn’t go out dressed as she was.
Rob persisted in his attempt to lead her out into the open, telling her that she looked beautiful and sexy.
“But what would anyone think if I should be seen,” she exclaimed.
“They’d think that you were a fabulous little sex pot,” her husband laughed. “Besides,” he added, “no one here knows us anyway.”
Yvonne laughed happily, enjoying the thought that she should be described as a fabulous little sex pot.
It was true for both of them that they always felt more inclined to be sexually adventurous when away from home on holidays. At such times any immoral act would be unlikely to find its way back home to be a subject for gossip.
Rob pulled gently on his wife’s hand, and this time Yvonne let herself be led out of the shadow and onto the lawn at the front of the unit.
“Oh my God,” she giggled, “I hope that no one is going to see me dressed like this.”
Yvonne allowed herself to be led right to the front of the lawn, adjacent to the pavement.
“Oh, what would anyone think of me,” she again exclaimed in her excitement.
This time her husband answered much more explicitly. “They’d think that you were a dirty little slut,” he said.
Yvonne giggled and agreed that they really would think that of her.
Rob held his wife and kissed her lovingly, letting his hands roam over her breasts and down onto her cunt.
His hand slipped down the front of her panties, over the closely cropped pubic hair. He found the wet slipperiness of her cunt, and, knowing that his wife’s cunt always became so wet and slippery whenever she was sexually excited, he knew that she was now ready to be led further in this sexy game.
Yvonne nervously glanced about her, ready to flee back indoors should anyone appear.
Her husband too, glanced about and then tugged the ribbon tie of his wife’s sexy little garment so that it came undone and the front of the little nightie fell open, fully revealing Yvonne’s breasts.
Yvonne gave a little squeal of surprise as she clutched at her nightie. Rob took her hands and moved them to her sides, letting the nightie fall open showing her nakedness underneath.
Yvonne pretended to be flustered and embarrassed, but in truth she was greatly excited at being even more exposed in this public place.
“Who’s this dirty little whore showing herself off in public,” her husband teasingly laughed as he led her onto the actual pavement and walked her up and down.
Yvonne giggled and felt a trickle of juice run down the inside of her thigh.
“What a dirty little harlot,” her husband continued mockingly. “Perhaps she’ll take her panties off next, and show her cunt to everyone.”
With this, Rob hooked his fingers in the waistband of his wife’s panties and made to slide them down over her hips.
“Oh darling! I can’t!” Yvonne exclaimed, giggling merrily and clutching at her panties.
“C’mon, you know you really want to be a dirty little whore,” her husband urged.
Yvonne held onto her panties for just a moment, then, her body filled with surging lust, she let her hands fall away and her husband quickly slid her tiny, pink panties down over her legs.
The very short hemline of the nightie, trimmed with delicate lace depicting little pink hearts in a white lace surround, came to just on a line with Yvonne’s hips. Now the lower half of her ass cheeks could be seen, while at the front she was totally naked from her feet to her exposed cunt, up over her firm belly, right up between the gaping front of her nightie to her exposed breasts.
“What a filthy little slut you are,” her husband said in such an admiring and appreciative tone.
Yvonne had long ago found out that males were not all of the romanic type that she’d read of in trashy novels while still a schoolgirl.
Her explorations on the internet had soon opened her eyes to the fact that many men had great admiration for women who flirted with immorality and perverted sexual games.
She’d been amazed at, and had taken quite some time to understand the fact that some men had a great desire to degrade and defile the one that they loved so dearly.
Yvonne had come to realize that her husband was one of that latter type, and she had rapidly come to realize that it suited her own sexuality to be exactly the sort of woman that he desired her to be.
For Rob’s part, if he had loved his wife so dearly when they had first married, he now loved her so much more that she played the game and let him defile her purity and chastity. The fact too, that Yvonne outwardly appeared so modest and decent, added a delicious wickedness to the times when he pushed her towards acting like a whore and a slut.
The sounds from the surrounding houses and holiday apartments continued to drift on the still night air.
Their holiday unit was just fifty yards or so from the beach road,where an occasional car cruised by.
The sound of waves on the wide, sandy beach made a pleasantly relaxing background just audible when one listened for it.
Another car could be heard slowly driving on the beach road. Suddenly, unexpectedly, the car slowed at the corner and began to swing into the road in which our two lovers stood.
Yvonne gasped and could do nothing more that clutch at her husband and try to conceal herself behind him.
The car came by them and began to accelerate along the road, the driver apparently not having noticed them as he’d followed the beam of the car’s headlights which had illuminated the far side of the road.
Yvonne laughed and relaxed once more, the nervous panic that had suddenly gripped her dissipating as rapidly as it had come.
Rob was filled with very different emotions – emotions of increasing lust and excitement. He now had his eyes firmly studying a semi-darkened doorway at the front of one of the houses opposite.
The reason for this great interest being that as the passing car had turned the corner, its headlights had briefly swept across the far side of the street. In that brief glow of brilliance which had lit the buildings, Rob had noticed two men standing in a doorway, and very definitely looking directly across the road to where he and Yvonne were standing.
Rob, taking his wife’s hand, led her from the pavement out onto the road.
Yvonne, still believing they were unobserved, sexily and laughingly allowed herself to be led.
Across the road to the far gutter they progressed. You could say that Yvonne was not only physically heading towards the gutter, but figuratively speaking, was morally heading towards the gutter as well.
The couple stepped from the road to the far pavement. Yvonne was so busy nervously glancing to left and right, that she still had not seen the shadowy figures watching from their dark vantage point.
Now Yvonne was no more that fifteen yards from the two men.
Rob stood slightly behind his wife and eased the sides of her unfastened nightie well open so as to fully display her naked body to the men. He cupped his wife’s small breasts to highlight them, then slid his hands down his wife’s body and stroked the insides of her thighs before fondling her cunt.
The two men had in fact been watching Rob and Yvonne from the very first moment that they had appeared outside their unit. The men had been sitting on their doorstep enjoying the night air rather than the warm stuffiness inside the house. They had seen the couple appear, and had looked admiringly at Yvonne in her very brief and sexy little nightie.
The men had seen Yvonne’s slight reluctance to venture out into the open. They’d thrilled when they saw the man undo the front of the woman’s nightie and expose her breasts, and when they saw the man take the woman’s panties down, they’d both immediately risen to their feet to obtain the very best view and to stroke their hardening cocks.
The men had thought to conceal themselves when they’d seen the couple approaching across the road towards them. They’d been certain that if their presence was detected by either of the couple, then the woman at least would flee back across the street, and that would be the end to this very sexy display that the men were so enjoying.
It was incredible that the couple, rather than go straight across the street, were moving at a slight angle as if they were intent on ending up right before where the men stood. It slowly came upon the men’s understanding that, in actual fact, the guy who was intent on leading the woman in their direction, seemed to be looking at them. Had he seen them? Was he in fact showing the woman off to them? It became more and more apparent that he actually was.
Once the couple stood out on the pavement before the men’s house, and the man began fully displaying the slut’s body to them, there could be no further doubt. The thing was though, that the woman still appeared to be completely oblivious to the fact that she was being exhibited.
Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonderfully displayed.
Rob now grasped his wife’s arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her.
“Look straight ahead darling,” he whispered.
Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward.
“Look at the doorway,” her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men standing there.
Yvonne gave a little shriek and her automatic reaction was to flee back to their apartment. This action was thwarted by her husband’s firm grip.
Yvonne half struggled, her eyes fastened upon the two men.
A part of her mind told her to flee, this was the part conditioned by her chaste upbringing – but the other part of her mind was taking in the gorgeous, big, hard cocks that the men were stroking. This part of her mind told her that she would soon be touching and licking and sucking those wonderful cocks, that they would soon be filling her body as they fucked her. She stopped struggling and stood looking, shamefully aware that her nakedness was fully exposed to the men’s view.
Yvonne felt her husband’s gentle forward pressure behind her. She took a step forward. Then another as her husband, still holding her firmly, pressed forth.
Closer to the men – just a matter of nine or ten yards.
Yvonne felt her husband easing her nightie, which was concealing very little anyway, off her shoulders. It fell to the ground. She was naked.
Yvonne lowered her gaze in shameful embarrassment as her husband led her right up to the men.
Her gaze, while unable to look into the men’s faces, was now directed towards their magnificent hard cocks. She lusted for them. She wanted them. She couldn’t wait to be fucked and to suck those gorgeous, gorgeous cocks.
Her mind was in a whirl. She heard her husband offering her to the men. She was now being mauled, touched, fondled, her most intimate places being explored.
Yvonne’s head was still lowered in embarrassment. Those gorgeous, hard cocks kept brushing against her thighs. She longed for them. She couldn’t wait any longer. Should she touch them? Should she fondle them as the men were fondling her? Would she look a slut if she touched them? She didn’t care, her hands lightly took a cock in each. They felt so good, so hard, so lovely. She squatted down and moved her mouth to the hard, round, swollen head of one of the cocks. She pressed her slightly parted lips onto the end, then pressing forward, eased her mouth slowly over its superbly solid length.
“Fuck! The slut’s definitely ready for it,” she heard one of the guys say.
She felt her head being firmly held and her mouth being fucked by that wonderful, hard cock slipping between her lips and sliding right to the back of her throat.
“Let’s get the slut into the bedroom,” a different voice said, and she was pulled off the cock and taken into the darkened house.
The men led the way to the bedroom.
Yvonne now felt a fresh bout of embarrassment as the electric light came on and she was thoroughly surveyed by the men.
“Fuck! You’re lovely,” one of the men told her.
Yvonne raised her eyes to his face and smiled sweetly.
Around and around, turned this way and that. Yvonne was studied, touched explored. Her legs, thighs, belly, breasts, arms, neck and head – nothing escaped attention. She was turned, bent over, made to squat, stood up again with legs apart, then with one leg up on the bed, her pussy felt and fingered, her breasts pushed this way and that. She felt like an animal at the livestock market being inspected prior to sale, all of which made Yvonne more and more embarrassed but more and more lustfully excited.
In reality the inspection lasted no more than a minute before Yvonne was made to kneel on all fours and she felt hands gripping her hips and a cock gliding easily up into her slippery pussy.
“Ah! What a fabulous cunt,” she heard the guy groan lustfully as his cock sunk its full length into her pussy.
At the same time the other guy had positioned himself before her, and taking a firm grip of her head, his cock slipped into her eager mouth.
Pushing her tongue just slightly forward so that it covered her lower teeth, and keeping her mouth just slightly opened so that her upper lip was pressed back over her upper teeth, Yvonne worked with tongue and lips, sucking her cheeks in to form a soft, fuckable pout with her mouth.
She sucked and sucked, pressing her head forward each time the guy pressed his cock forward so that the cock slid in right to the back of her throat.
Regulating her breath so that she held it each time the cock probed the entrance to her throat, Yvonne was able to stay from gagging, and soon had the guy moaning and panting as his cock and balls came to the point of pouring forth his semen into her mouth.
“Oooorrrrr fuuuuuuck,” the guy groaned in an absolute ecstasy of lust as he pulled his cock from Yvonne’s mouth so as not to cum too soon.
“Fuck! What a fabulous fucking cock sucker,” he groaned. “I’ve never known anything like it before.”
He rested a moment to regain his composure, and then once more began to fuck Yvonne’s mouth.
It only took a minute and once more he was moaning and groaning as his balls felt about to pump his cum out with such velocity that it would have surely drowned the slut.
Again he pulled away before he reached the point of pumping his cum forth.
Yvonne looked up at him during each of these pauses. She was panting with lust as she thrilled to the gorgeous, big, hard cock that was plunging in and out of her now sloppy pussy. The cock slurped in and out making obscene sounds as it slid through the slippery mucus which was literally dribbling from Yvonne’s vagina.
She panted and made soft moaning noises of delight at the fabulous treatment she was receiving.
She held her mouth open, licking her lips and wanting the cock to come back to continue her mouth fucking.
“Are you ready,” she asked in a soft, sweet, and sexy voice as she looked up at the guy before her.
“Fuck! You’re a real fucking nympho aren’t you,” the guy exclaimed as he slowly regained enough composure to once more enter her eagerly awaiting mouth.
Yvonne sucked his cock into her mouth, sucking and using her tongue to full effect on the underside of the fabulous thick penis.
Surely I’m not really a nympho, she thought to herself as she lovingly sucked at the cock.
She considered how sometimes, on rare occasions, her husband and her went for two or three days without fucking – that’s not like being a nympho she thought to herself.
Admittedly she did masturbate a lot, usually not more than once or twice a day though. She quickly let these thoughts drift from her mind as she lusted and fucked with the two men.
What delight Yvonne felt as the big, hard cock slid relentlessly in and out, in and out of her pussy. It was longer and thicker than her husband’s and she really appreciated the extra size, feeling it stretching her so that she felt wonderfully filled by the cock, and with the head of that cock that she so adored, just now and again pressing lightly against the wall of her uterus deep, deep within her as it all but bottomed out in her lusting, dribbling, and so receptive pussy. At the same time she had the lustful delight of being continually face fucked by the second of those two magnificent cocks that were so beautifully abusing her body.
Yvonne rocked back and forth, continually shoved this way and that by the huge, hard cocks that continued on and on fucking and fucking her pussy and mouth. The men’s hands kept mauling her naked body, feeling her breasts, feeling her pussy, sliding over her soft, smooth skin to explore every part of her.
Lust filled her mind and her body. She listened to the men panting and grunting as they lusted over and in her. This was no more than crude, debauched, lustful, sex with the two men satisfying their animal desires to dominate and to fuck. Yvonne herself was in a delirium of corrupt, wanton indulgence of her excessive sexual appetite.
Just half an hour earlier, Yvonne had never laid eyes on these men. She knew not their names nor anything about them. She had barely even glimpsed their faces and yet here they were fucking and fucking and fucking her – and she wanted it, she cared not what or who they were, she just craved for their gorgeous cocks to keep fucking and abusing her for ever.
The two guys swapped position and Yvonne next had the guy’s cock all covered with her pussy slime entering her mouth. She sucked it lovingly.
“Wait until Charlie and Ziggy hear about this'” the guy mounting into Yvonne’s pussy laughed to his mate.
Yvonne’s husband immediately took interest and asked about these two men that had been mentioned.
Being told that they were two guys staying in the next door apartments, Rob asked if he should go and bring them to join in fucking his wife.
The two guys agreed that he should, and so Robert, excitedly eager to have his wife fucked and degraded to the fullest extent possible, hurried off leaving his wife being fucked cunt and mouth.
Finding the apartment that he’d been directed to, Rob told the guys that their friends in the house next door, had a dirty slut who was turning it on, and that they’d asked Rob to let them know that they could join in if they wished.
It turned out that the only hesitation the guys had, was caused by the fact that they had a couple of their mates with them at the time.
“That’s not a worry,” Rob exclaimed, excitedly solving the problem for them, “bring them along too. The slut that they’ve got in there is such a dirty fucking whore that she’ll take on any number of you.
Moments later Rob was eagerly and lustfully leading the group of four men into the house where his wife Yvonne was being so thoroughly abused.
Yvonne was stunned when the chatter of these four new guys suddenly filled the room as they entered. That made six men – seven counting her husband Rob!
The newcomers quickly stripped naked to reveal their hard, lust filled cocks all ready to fuck this slut’s every body opening. They eagerly gathered around her and six pairs of hands where soon mauling her all over.
Soon Yvonne had two new cocks entering her mouth and pussy, then two more as the men constantly swapped position first fucking her sloppy cunt, then her so delightful mouth, then mauling her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her ass.
Soon her ass was being fingered by man after man as she continued to be cunt and mouth fucked.
The natural progression then, was for her to have her ass fucked as well as pussy and mouth.
She laughingly squatted down onto one guy’s cock as he held it erect and ready for her ass to slide down over its hard, lust gorged length. Leaning back onto her elbows and forearms, Yvonne then brought her knees up and apart so that the next guy could get in and continue fucking her pussy.
Having those two cocks wonderfully penetrating her two lower holes, Yvonne tipped her head back in preparation for a cock to plunge down her gullet.
Yvonne was gagging and choking, tears coming to her eyes as a cock plunged vigorously in and out of her mouth and right down into her actual throat.
She could feel the cocks rampant in her pussy and ass. She could feel them stretching her, especially the one in her bottom. She could feel them both deep within her body, pushing up each canal and almost rubbing together with only the thin membrane wall separating her two fuck tubes.
Yvonne’s body was surging with lustful sensations as she hovered so desperately close to orgasm.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her mouth was filled with gooey cum as the cock began to pump spurt after spurt of its cum forth.
Yvonne lustfully slid her tongue around and around in the mucky stuff. Licking it about and tasting it as she swallowed it down.
The cock, still quite hard, slid slowly from between her lips. The guy’s cock then slapped heavily across her cheeks a few times before wiping the last remaining globs of white cum over her face.
Yvonne smiled up at the man, lightly moving her lips in a sexy kissing motion towards him.
No time for more of that though. Another cock was immediately filling her mouth. Yvonne sucked the new cock and licked lovingly, lustfully, sluttishly.
Yvonne loved this attention. She was the centre of the men’s world at that moment.
Vaguely she thought that she heard her husband asking the guy’s if they knew of any others who might want to use her. In her lust she would have taken any number of men who might come to fuck and use her.
Pussy and ass were both cummed in, making them sloppy and messy for the next cocks to enter, and enter they did. Once more Yvonne had three cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and bottom.
She was deliriously happy with this treatment. She responded to every shove of every cock, all the time wanting to satisfy every lustful move of the men.
Her brain was not consciously thinking of anything other than the wonderful cocks which were fucking her, yet somehow she slowly became aware that her husband was no longer there. She didn’t care. She had everything she could ever want.
She’d no sooner made this discovery about her husband, than he entered the room with another four men, all looking eagerly and expectantly into the room at the scene of such absolute debauchery.
This new group of men quickly began to strip so as to get their share of this depraved, perverted harlot.
The incredible orgy of moral corruption went on and on with Yvonne being fucked and fucked and fucked, continually, degradingly, used as no more than a living thing for the purpose of satisfying the men’s lustful desires.
Mouthful after mouthful of gooey semen she consumed.
Cuntload after cuntload of adulterous sperm filled her pussy and her bottom until every cock had satisfied themselves, some even using her more than once.
Yvonne lay there naked, fucked, hair dishevelled with cum matting it into a tacky mess. Her face with white cum dribbling down over it. Her pussy and ass oozing cum along with her own juices.
She was panting, exhausted, so wonderfully happy. She heard talk of tomorrow when there would be even more men to fuck her. She dreamily looked forward to more of the men’s lecherous treatment.

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Fantasm

A Day in the Life of a Biker Gang

Dixie put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly, getting everyone’s attention. He saw the sky beginning to brighten, and it was time to leave. He pulled his pants closed and shrugged into his leather jacket.
“Come on, assholes, time to go!” he shouted, and kicked Boinker’s feet as he went through the door, waking him up. He went outside under the purple sky and kicked his chopper to life with a snarl and a roar that alerted everyone inside. He saw Tommy come running out with his pants flapping loose and the redhead over his shoulder. She was buck naked and mostly unconscious as he sat astride his bike and kicked it alive. The girl was sitting facing him, and he tucked her legs up behind him to keep them off the exhaust. That was kind of him, Dixie noted.
Alfa had his pants and leather on, but he had two girls over his shoulders as he came out. “Here.” he said, handing one of them to Boinker when they reached their rides.
“We ride!” he shouted. The little brunette held tight against his back as he put it in gear and spun out in a semi-circle before hitting the road. The rest of his pack was right behind him as they roared down the road, eating up the miles.
About noontime, Dixie spotted a pullout and blasted his engine three times with the clutch in, letting everyone know they were pulling over. The only other vehicle there was an older RV, with a family of three in it, husband, wife, and teen age daughter. The husband gathered his women close to him by their picnic table as the bikes roared in.
“Honey, those girls with them are naked.” Judy Patterson said to her husband Earl.
“Don’t look, Becky.” her father instructed. “Nobody look at them. Don’t give them an excuse to come over here.”
They watched the bikers park all together, the the girls on the bikes were all injected with something that made them smile as they went to sleep.
“Howdy folks.” Dixie called out, and Earl gave him a little wave as he ushered his family back to the RV. “Where ya headed?”
“Gotta go!” Earl called out, but Mickey and Joe were standing between them and the vehicle.
“Hey mister, before you go, could you maybe spare a little gas?” Mickey asked, stepping closer to them. He was off the sidewalk and onto the grass border now. Joe went around the other side of the RV and out of sight.
“Uh, sorry, I don’t have any extra.” Earl said. “How about if I give you a ten and you can buy some at the next station?”
“Not sure I can make it that far, mister. That’s why we stopped here.” Mickey told him. Earl shrugged, put his arm around the waists of his wife and daughter and started back to the RV.
“I’m sorry, really I am, but like I said, we can’t help you. If you’ll excuse us…” Mickey stepped in front of them, blocking their way.
“You gonna leave me here stranded?” Mickey asked. “That just ain’t right, man.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Earl asked. “I don’t have any gas in a can for you, and I offered you money. Please just let us leave in peace.”
“I’ll tell ya what you’re supposed to do. If you was to be a good guy and all. A good guy would let me siphon some outta your tank. A REAL good guy would offer to share some of that fine pussy you got under your arms.”
“You want… I’m not a good guy, I guess.” Earl said angrily. “Good day, sir!”
As Earl tried to walk around Mickey, the biker punched him right in the nose, breaking it and sitting the older, heavier man on his ass beside the picnic table.
“Yeah, I ain’t a good guy, either.” Mickey said, laughing. “Hey, bitch, where YOU going?” He reached out his arm and snagged Judy around the waist, catching her as she started to bolt for the RV.
“Becky, RUN!” Judy screamed at her daughter, startling the girl out of her shock. Becky darted to the side, then made for the driver’s side of the RV. She was behind the wheel when she realized the keys were in her father’s pocket.
She saw Dixie appear in the window, grinning at her.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” he asked her in his most charming voice.
“Becky.” she told him, hesitantly. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“Hell, I ain’t gonna hurt you, little girl. Unless…”
“Unless what?” she asked fearfully.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked her. She nodded, biting her lip.
“Then it’s going to hurt a little.” he admitted, grinning again.
“Please no!” she begged, beginning to cry. “Please, anything but that!”
“Anything?” he asked her. “If I promise not to take your virginity, will you suck cock for me?”
She swallowed hard, considering, then nodded. “I’ve never done it before, but yeah, I’d rather do that than have you… fuck me.”
“Come on out of there, then. Come on out here and get on your knees.” he said, opening the door for her. “Come on, unless you’ve changed your mind. I don’t mind dragging you out of there and taking your asshole first. Not a bit.” he said, grinning. He stepped back and gestured to the ground in front of him, inviting her to step outside. “All you have to do is suck some cock, and I won’t fuck you in the ass. Deal?”
Her face looked grimly determined as she hopped down. “Deal.” she said.
He took her hand and led her around the front of the RV, back over to the picnic table, where her father was just beginning to come around from Mickey’s punch. His face and shirt were covered in his blood. There was no sign of her mother or the other bikers.
“Where is my mom?” she asked. “Daddy, are you okay?” Dixie grabbed her arm and prevented the girl from going to the stricken man.
“They’re both fine.” Dixie told her, pulling around to face him. “Now, I believe you have some cock-sucking to do.”
“No, wait, not in front of my fath-” Dixie slapped her and cut her off.
“What, you think I’m going to leave him here by himself so he can escape? Don’t be so stupid, slut. Now get to sucking, or I’m taking that little asshole first. I already told you that.”
He pushed Becky to her knees roughly, pulling his pants open with one hand. “Show your daddy what a good whore you are…”
“Let her go.” Earl said weakly, struggling to get up on his elbows. He could see his daughter on her knees in front of the biker. One fist was holding her hair, the other was pointing an enormous erection inches from her face. Rage filled him, but his body would not obey his brain’s commands just yet.
“Daddy, I have to.” Becky said, pleading with her voice. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but Dixie tightened his grip in her hair and forced her to face his cock again.
“No, you don’t Becky.” Earl gasped weakly. “Let her go, you animal!” he said.
“Do it, Becky.” Dixie encouraged her. “Come on, baby, show your daddy how good you can do it. Show him, and I promise I won’t do that other thing.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I have to.” she said miserably, then opened her mouth and took him in willingly.
“No, no, baby, no, don’t do that!” Earl sobbed. He tried to get up, but he was too dizzy and ell back down. “Let her go, you bastard!”
“Ohh, yeah, baby, you suck it good. Have you done this a lot?” Dixie asked, moaning.
Becky took her mouth off him and shook her head.
“No, this is my first time.” she said honestly. ‘You really think I’m okay at it?”
“Hell yeah!” Dixie agreed heartily. He looked at her father and grinned. “No way is this your first time, baby. I bet you’ve done this to dozens of boys in your school, haven’t you? I bet your quite the little slut when your daddy’s not looking, aren’t you? The only shame you have right now is that daddy IS looking. He’s watching you suck my cock right now, Becky, I can see him.”
Dixie let go of the girl’s head, and she kept going all on her own, bobbing her face up and down, sliding her lips all along his length. Earl was livid with rage, but helpless to do anything but watch.
“Oh, yeah, he can’t look away, Becky. I’ll bet he wishes it was HIM your were sucking off right now.” he said. Becky jerked back in alarm, looking over at her father.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, slut.” he said, grabbing Becky’s hair again and stuffing his cock back in her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about what he’s doing, Becky. We sure have HIS attention!”
“Please let her go?” Earl begged. “Please? I’m begging you…”
“OH MY GOD NO, TAKE IT OUT OF MY ASS!!!” they heard Judy scream from the woods a short distance away.
“No, Judy-” Earl said, struggling to get up again. “Oh, Judy, no, no…”
Dixie pushed Becky back onto her ass and took two long strides over to where Earl lay, then kicked the man as hard as he could, right between the legs. Earl screamed and doubled up.
“Oops.” Dixie laughed. “Just when it got all hard, thinking about lil ‘ol Becky’s mouth. Well, maybe she can kiss it better for you.”
“How about it, Becky?” Dixie said, turning back to her. “Kiss it better for your poor old daddy there.”
She cast a terrified glance at her father, then shook her head. “No, I… I can’t! It’s wrong!”
“Becky, run!” Earl gasped, still doubled up.
“If she runs, I’ll kill you.” Dixie said, looking right at Becky. “She has exactly one minute to get over here and start kissing you better.”
“No, please no!” Becky begged, but Dixie just crooked his finger at her, beckoning her forward. He pointed at her father’s groin, a stern expression on his face. She shuddered and crawled over.
“Get his shorts off, honey.” Dixie ordered her. Becky blanched at the command, a stubborn look on her face. “Get his shorts off, or I’ll kick him again. Do you want that?” Becky paled and shook her head quickly, reaching for her father’s waistband.
“Show him your titties.” Dixie told her, after she had pulled her father’s Bermuda shorts down to his knees. “He needs something to get it hard again after I kicked him down there.” He drew his foot back, threatening another kick, until Becky obeyed his order.
Becky sat up on her haunches and unfastened the top three buttons on her blue sundress, then pushed the short sleeves down her arms and let the top half fall to her waist.
Dixie whistled appreciatively as she bared her breasts. “Damn, girl, I don’t know if it’s working on him, but it sure is on me!” he laughed. “Come on girl, bend back down there and get to sucking!”
She turned and looked up at Dixie, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please don’t make me do it to my Daddy. Can I just do it for you again instead?”
Dixie knelt down next to her, grabbing another fistful of hair at the back of her head. Her hands flew up to ease the pain of his grip, which did awesome things to her titties. He pushed her down into her father’s groin.
“I told you to suck the cock, slut!” he said, forcing her face to touch Earl’s soft penis lying flaccid against his thigh. “Take it in your mouth and suck it! NOW!!” he roared.
Becky squirmed in his grip, trying to free herself of his painful grip and trying to ignore the heat of her father’s dick pressed against her cheek.
Earl was trapped, Dixie’s free hand was gripping his throat and holding him down. Every time he tried to struggle, Dixie would tense his grip and strangle him, until Earl quickly learned to just lay still and not struggle.
“In your mouth, you little slut, get that cock between your lips!” Dixie ordered the girl, moving her head into position. Becky obediently opened her mouth and took it in, hearing her father choking.
Earl was a devout Baptist, and had been all his life. He didn’t hold with “perverted” sex, and had never considered asking his wife Judy to do that to him. He would have thought less of her if she had ever expressed any interest in doing it, too. If she had tried when they were courting, he would have broken it off right there.
When he felt the mouth of his daughter close over him, softly sucking, his body responded to the stimulation, much to his horror. Dixie was moving her head up and down, and grinned into the man’s face.
“Tell her when you’re about to come.” Dixie told him. “Give her some warning, so she can get ready for it.”
“No, please, don’t make her do that!” Earl gasped. “Becky, baby, I’m so sorry, Daddy’s so sorry, baby girl, Daddy’s sorry!” he cried. “Please, sir, I’m begging you, let her go! Don’t make her do this!”
“I’m not making her do anything. Sucking cock was her choice.” Dixie replied. “Do a good job, Becky, make that cock you are sucking on cum in your mouth. Swallow every drop, and I’ll keep my promise to you. You have my word.”
He let go of her hair, and to his great surprise and horror, Becky kept going, sucking his cock with renewed vigor. Dixie had both hands on Earl’s chest now, physically holding him down.
“Becky?” Earl gasped, panicking. “Becky, stop that! Stop that right now! Becky, I can’t…” He fell silent, gasping, trying to distract himself, but failing. “Becky, baby, stop it, I’m sorry, baby, I’m… I’m so sorry!!”
Becky felt torrents of hot, sticky saltiness coating the insides of her mouth suddenly.
“Swallow it, Becky.” Dixie commanded, so Becky obeyed. A few more spurts erupted, and she swallowed those, too, then let her father’s cock slip from her lips as he finished.
“I’m so sorry, Becky, can you ever forgive me?” Earl whispered miserably.
“It wasn’t your fault, Daddy. He made us do it.” she whispered back.
“Enough.” Dixie said, pulling the girl to her feet. “It’s my turn now.”
“No wait, you promised!” Becky wailed, resisting his grip on her arm, but he was much too strong for her and dragged her back to the RV. “You liar! You promised!”
“I promised not to fuck your asshole first, and I won’t.” Dixie said, pulling the back door of the RV open.
“Not bad.” he said, looking around the big room inside. “Let’s get this the rest of the way off.”
He pushed her sundress down over her hips, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. “And the panties. You won’t be needing these on any more…” He peeled them down off her hips and let them fall, as well.
“No, wait, I…” she said weakly, covering her crotch with both hands and hiding from his sight by turning slightly. She looked up at him.
“Could I just… could I suck it again?” she asked shyly. “Actually, I didn’t mind it so much. Not really.”
“You want to do it again?” Dixie chuckled. Becky nodded shyly, hesitant to admit it. “Are you willing to beg for it? Talk to me dirty, and beg for it?” he asked her.
She got on her knees and nodded. “Please? Please let me s-suck your cock?” she stammered.
“I don’t know…” he mused. “I think you’ll have to suck off three cocks to escape spreading your legs for me. Are you willing to do that?”
She blanched, but she nodded. “Yes. I’ll suck off three cocks.” she told him.
“And swallow all the cum?” he asked. “I’m warning you, if you spill even one drop of it, all three of us will fuck you, starting with your asshole first.”
That made her remember the taste of her father’s come, and she nodded again, grimacing as she unconsciously licked her lips. “I’ll swallow it all.” she promised.
Dixie saw the look on her face and laughed. “You little slut, you liked it, didn’t you?”
She shook her head. “Of course not.” she said. “You made me do it. I never would have done, otherwise.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.” he agreed. “You were a prissy little goody two shoes before tonight. But that doesn’t change the fact that you enjoyed doing it.”
“But I didn’t!” she protested, whining. “You made me do it!”
“I didn’t make you like it, though, did I?” he asked, smirking.
“I didn’t like it.” she said sullenly.
“Well, when you suck the three cocks to fulfill your end of the bargain, you better make me BELIEVE you like it.” he told her. “Stay on your knees and pretend to like it right now. Beg me to let you suck my cock.”
“Okay.” she smiled. “You were right before, when you said I enjoyed it. You were right, and I lied to you. I did enjoy doing it.” she said. “I liked sucking your cock. I even liked sucking my daddy’s cock, once I got going on it. I liked it when you moved my head up and down with your hand in my hair, too. I liked that you were MAKING me do things.”
“Did you now?” he muttered under his breath, but she heard him anyway.
“Yes, I did.” she said. “You want to know something else? Secretly, I want you to make me do more things, too. If I HAVE to, if you are MAKING me do it, then it’s not my fault, right?” She looked up into his face eagerly, looking for approval.
“You little slut.” he laughed. “Come here. Come over here and turn around.”
She got up and went over to him, a little fearful. She kept trying to look at him over her shoulder as he spun her around. “Look out the window.” he told her.
He put her hands on the back of a chair, then changed his mind and had her bend over, putting her palms flat on the cushion instead. The top of the back of the seat was right against her lower belly, holding her up as he gently kicked her feet apart.
“Oh, what?” she grunted, feeling him grope between her legs with his fingers. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up.” he told her. “You have no choice in this.”
She felt something hard probing between her labia, then it entered her, making her grunt with the sudden pain of being stretched open down there.
“No, no, wait!” she cried out, but he ignored her. She felt him pushing steadily inside her, the brief sting of her hymen tearing bringing tears to her eyes. “Ohh, no, why did you do that?” she wailed. “You promised!”
“I told you to shut up, slut.” he said, beginning to fuck the young teenager trapped under him. “Don’t worry; you’re going to like this part, too.”
“Unngh, I… it’s already begun to feel good.” she moaned, feeling his big cock moving inside her. “Do it a little faster!”
“Like this?” he asked, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. “Are you going to come on my cock if I keep doing this?”
“Ohh, YES!” she wailed out. “God, don’t stop, don’t stop! I’m, I’m… UNNGH! OH GOD!!” she screamed, spasming so hard he had to use both hands to keep her in place. He pulled his cock away and let her go as she finally settled down.
“Hey, there you are.” shouted Rocky, pulling his bike into the pullout. “I was passed out in the back room. Thank god I found you guys! Did I miss anything?
“The usual.” Dixie told him, clapping him on the back. “Since you got to sleep in, you get to gas up all the bikes before we pull out of here. Siphon it out of this rig here.” Dixie slapped the side of the RV and went back inside.

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The Lost Tribe

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Missy: Day Eleven

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Lishas first time

Lisha gritted her teeth another boring french lesson listening to Mr Jhonson rant on about french verbs and nouns.
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She looked across the room at Joe. She allways did when she was bored, he was undeniably hot and she oftern masturbated over him. Tall and strong with bright blue eyes, Lisha went bright red as she noticed her pussy getting warm just thinking about him. Lisha herself was short and had good legs and a large round ass she was a virgin but knew loads of guys wanted her.
She was just getting used to the idea of having to learn french when the schools fire alarm went off “thank fuck!” Lisha thought. She and the rest of the class began makeing their way to the school feild. On the way she began chatting to joe at first they talked about how shit the lesson was, but then joe blurted out “I know that you watch me in class” lisha paniced and tried to think of an excuse for herself. “it’s ok lisha” said joe with a huge grin on his face.
Then out of the blue he grabbed her by the waist,drew her close to him and kissed her full on the lips. Lisha didnt resist she was inlove with the whole situation “come one in here!” said joe and pulled her into an unused classroom. Once inside he locked the door and began undoing his pants. Shocked but turned on Lisha pulled her top over her head and began unclasping her bra. The sight of joe’s large throbbing member made her virgin pussy ache for him. She promptly revealed her perky b cup breasts to him, he lay her down on a desk and began slowly sucking and massageing her nipples and breasts she let out a small groan of plesure.
The heaven that she was in from his teasing of her breasts made her compleatly unaware that he had removed her pants and knickers, she lay naked before him. He kissed her mouth and then began kissing lower, untill he reached her pink teenage pussy he began to lick her pussy and she cried out in plesure, never had she felt so goood in her life. She was so wet now, she was willing to do whatever he wanted her to.
She felt his member at her pussy lips and nodded to him to signel that she was ready to lose her virginity. No sooner than her nod he was inside her violently fucking her pussy, she was in heaven, consumed in the pleasure, she felt like his whore and she enjoyed this idea lisha cried ” oh fuck yes joe violate me im your slut!”
He was near his climax she could feel it coming, lisha too was close to cumming and she could feel the buildup like a wave of Plesure crashing over her. He finaly let out a low groan and his load was let loose inside her, it felt sooo good to have joes sticky seed all inside her that lisha orgasmed she came for the first time ever in her life she had Popped her cherry.
Lisha lay back panting and thourghly Plesured. But joe had other ideas he asked lisha to turn o er so she lay on her front, she did so eager to see what he had instore for her now. She suddenly felt something that was compleatly new to her, lisha had heard about a lot of dirty stuff but this never crossed her mind before. She could feel joes tounge slowly licking her arse hole. It was weird but somehow very pleasurable, this might even feel better than his licking of her pussy she wAs so turned on by this that it surprised her. In truth her arse had allways been her best feature it was big round and smooth and she enjoyed joe licking and sucking at her other hole. She was in so much plesure from this treatment that she came again this was when she realised that she needed more ” fuck me up there joe up my tight arse hole” joe said “seriously are you shure its ment to hurt really bad” but lisha was persistant and insisted on it, joe began to slowly push his dick into her ass and discoverd that it felt good around his dick.
Lisha was enjoying her dirty adventure and she began to cry out to joe “‘ fuck my arse fuck it harder and faster” she screamed out with a mix of pain and plesure “oh yes oh yes joe fuck my arse fuck me harder
harder!” he began to thrust as hard as he could and he felt her body rock with another orgasm from his persistant pounding of her anus. She was panting now she lay sprawled across the desk out of breath but wanting him to continue their fuck session he finaly shot his load into her ass and lay down beside her on the
desk panting and out of breath. They both smiled At each other. But lisha who needed to know asked him the big question ” was this just an easy fuck for you a simple way to get sex from mE or was this serious, i guess what im asking is what did this mean thats whAt i need to know. Be ause i’ve liked you for a long time and i just want to be with you.” joe looked over at lisha and saw a girl on edge waiting for his awnser ” of course this wasnt just for sex i love you lisha and i want to be with you too” and they both got up and went to the school feild where their classmates asked them questions like where they were and why they were sweaty. Lisha looked over to joe and smiled if they only knew she thought.

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Sins of the Flesh – Part 3

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Taking Beth part 1

Beth is finding it difficult dealing with her brother being inside and then he gets beaten up. Beth is then blackmailed but finds giving into the demands of the prisoner and being controlled by him to her liking