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Fantasy

The Temptress: Chapter Two

Here is Chapter Two of my story, after all, I wouldn’t want to leave my readers hanging or wanting for more for too long. Hopefully, the response to these first two installments will be more positive than my first submission, “Death Throes”. Please vote and comment so I know if I should continue to submit the chapters I have already written. . . .or not.
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Chapter Two
Feeling Amean pressing harder and harder against her hand, L’tirashin removed it from her slave’s crotch. After all, L’tirashin thought, it’s not about me pleasuring her, but her pleasuring me. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building just past her still sorely vacant cunt, deep in the core of her being. But it would still be some time before her cum would explode through her senses and required more intense stimulation than what she was being given to thrill her that much.
Taking Amean’s hands away from their luscious handiwork was not easy for the Night One to do since they were both enjoying it so much. Finally, L’tirashin placed her hands on Amean’s shoulders and pushed her firmly downward until her slave was kneeling before her. Standing with her feet shoulder-wide, L’tirashin grasped the back of Amean’s bald head and pushed her pretty face into her dark thatch of pubic hair. As she looked down at Amean’s bare, milky-white skin, standing in stark contrast to hers with its midnight-hued, L’tirashin became even more excited by the highly erotic sight.
The sudden lack of stimulation by her mistress’s hands made Amean whimper a bit for her own loss but she knew what her role in this coupling was: that of the dutiful slave. As she got down on her knees, Amean found her face abruptly shoved into L’tirashin’s hairy mound. The heady and musky scent wafting up from her mistress’s wet pussy was almost as intoxicating as fey wine would have been. For a few moments, Amean just rubbed her small, delicate nose against L’tirashin’s bush, letting the thick, wiry hairs tickle her nostrils. When her mistress pushed her hips forward to meet her, Amean stuck out her tongue and rubbed it against the very top of L’tirashin’s wet cunt lips and clit, quickly and lasciviously licking over every bit of flesh her talented lingua could reach.
By the Dark Ones! the demoness gasped in her thoughts. This elf is indeed a dancer! The way her tongue moves is wickedly delightful!
Amean reached up and cupped the Temptress’s tits and kneaded them somewhat roughly as her tongue continued massaging L’tirahsin’s pussy lips. It was a different kind of sensation, though a very pleasant and exciting one, for Amean to be holding a pair of breasts which were easily the size of hers and Simvanna’s combined. And how the nipples stiffened and lengthened until they were almost half as long as Amean’s little finger was an even bigger thrill.
After a few minutes of rolling and pinching L’tirashin’s big nipples between her fingers and even tugging gently on her piercings, Amean began drawing her hands down her mistress’s body. Down her ribs, across her tautly muscled stomach, over her hips, and around to L’tirashin’s tight, round ass. It was only when Amean’s hands encountered the base of the Temptress’s firm, strong tail that she was reminded of L’tirashin’s otherworldly origins.
How strange, the elven vassal thought as she continued feasting on the thick-as-honey nectar of her captor’s pussy, that a being so different from me could be so much like me. On that thought, Amean’s face broke into a wide, mischievous smile, even though L’tirashin could not see it. As stealthily as she could manage, Amean slipped one hand up to her mouth and gave her index finger a thorough and generous coating of their mingled juices. Sure of its wetness, Amean carefully positioned her hand behind her mistress’s ass, ready to give her a pleasure that she herself greatly enjoyed.
When Amean pushed her liberally wetted finger into L’tirashin’s unsuspecting anus, the demoness let out an audible gasp of surprise. Once again, L’tirashin was taken pleasantly aback by her slave’s nigh-expert pleasuring techniques. But, this time, it was the mistress who was smiling. Her new sex slave was not alone in being able to surprise a lover.
Amean’s tongue sloshed around in her mistress’s freely flowing pussy, delivering tasty mouthfuls of delectable cunt juice to her hungry oral orifice. At the same time, she was also slowly working her finger deeper and deeper into L’tirashin’s asshole. Amean had managed to get her digit in as far as the second knuckle and was not about to stop until her finger was probing deep within the Temptress’s ass.
It was while Amean was licking and sucking on her pussy that L’tirashin decided to give her sexually servile servant a surprise of her own. With the same adroitness exhibited by Amean, the Temptress silently slipped her agile tail between the elf’s shapely legs. Thanks to her centuries of libidinous experience, L’tirashin knew from instinct how to precisely position her extra appendage for the intrusion she wished to achieve. As the Night One felt the heat within her rising even higher, heralding the approach of what felt like an especially intense climax, L’tirashin flicked the tip of her tail through Amean’s wet slit and against her stiff clit.
To the demoness, her slave’s response was as immediate as it was predictable.
Amean’s surprise caused her to shove the remainder of her finger into L’tirashin’s asshole as her teeth bit down hard on her mistress’s clit. Amean was fearful of the violent reaction she fully expected for her clumsiness—but it never came.
Instead, L’tirashin was in a state of pure bliss. Perhaps she would add this one to her already considerable harem of love slaves. Amean was demonstrating that she had quite a bit of sexual talent and experience to her credit and it seemed such a shame to let it remain unappreciated and unenjoyed. To the demoness, it seemed as if many of her other “prisoners of love” had become a bit wearisome and boring.
Yes, the Temptress decided, as a wicked gleam came to her eyes. It’s been far too long since my harem has been as invigorating and exciting as it was. Perhaps now is precisely when things should change. And this one will make a good start on that change.
As another hot rush of heat raced through L’tirashin’s pussy, the demonic vixen let herself fall back onto her throne just as she felt her legs start to tremble a bit. On reflex, her wings spread wide behind her and gently cushioned her short fall and partially concealing the horrific chair from view. Not for a single moment did the demoness let her grip on Amean falter. As she half-sat/half-fell, she dragged her favorite new sex toy along with her, keeping her slave’s head locked against her cunt.
Being pulled forward by her mistress, Amean’s vaginal flower opened a bit further and was now mostly exposed to the penetration being perpetrated by L’tirashin’s tail. As soon as Amean’s knees touched the floor, she felt her pussy lips pushed open by the blunt end of her mistress’s tail. The sensation of that first moment caused Amean’s senses to swim wildly and her eyes rolled up in their sockets.
While the young elf had had a fair share of lovers in her life, none of them had ever thrilled her the way she was experiencing at that moment. The demoness’s tail looked and felt very much like a huge phallus but, unlike a normal cock, the Night One’s tail could flex up and down, left and right, touching places deep in Amean’s pussy never before reached by any other. It was even trying to push its way into her even deeper, past her cervix and up into her womb. The walls of Amean’s pussy were beginning to spasm and ripple as numerous small orgasms danced through her lithe body, leading up to what she was hoping to be the gut-wrenching climax she was longing for.
L’tirashin was feeling rather randy as Amean tongued her cunt but she also felt as if something was. . .missing. . .in the sex play going on. Gazing at the ceiling far above was all it took for the demoness to realize what that missing something was. She had nothing with which to occupy her own mouth and tongue. L’tirashin smiled an iniquitous smile.
“You!” she said, pointing at Simvanna. “Come here!”
From habit, Simvanna responded to the summons a heart beat before she was even aware she was doing so. There was no doubt in the elf’s mind as to why she was being called over; the Night One was wanting her to join in and make the two-some a three-some. While this distressed Simvanna some, refusing to take part would only invite the Temptress’s wrath. Silently, Simvanna quickly crossed the chamber to the throne.
L’tirashin was well aware of a great number of things about Simvanna aside from the intense hatred she harbored for the demoness. But the same thing could be said about all her slaves. Whether they were part of the household staff, common laborers in the fields, or workers in the mines, numerous magical items throughout the demoness’s stronghold—and beyond—kept her well informed of nearly everything going on, without being obvious or intrusive. It did surprise L’tirashin that the normally humiliating experience of the “cleansing bath” had had little to no effect in breaking Simvanna’s spirit, and likewise how the elf had managed to conceal that fact so well and for so long. But sooner or later, something in Simvanna would break. Either Simvanna’s strong will would ultimately wear away or the still prideful slave would openly defy her mistress. If it were the latter, L’tirashin knew she would have no other recourse than to. . .
But such thoughts were for a later time. Right then, it was L’tirashin’s wanton desires that needed to be satisfied, even if only for the moment.
As her sister had done, Simvanna hurriedly approached L’tirashin’s throne, her eyes steadily locked on the floor. She hesitated at the bottom of the steps for a moment before ascending. In the span of a few dozen fear-inspired heartbeats, Simvanna was at the top and standing beside the hideous chair, trying not to look the Night One in the eyes without her leave.
At the moment, L’tirashin was hardly concerned about such trivial formalities. What she wanted was to taste the sweet juices of another woman.
“Strip,” L’tirashin commanded. “Straddle my throne then lower yourself onto my face. I want to tongue your pussy. Now!”
The Tempress’s emphatic command made Simvanna move instantly. With haste, the elven slave got naked then gingerly placed her left hand and foot on the bone-crafted throne and held her breath. When nothing happened, she pulled herself up but was mindful not to step on her mistress’s wings. Simvanna placed a foot on both of the throne’s arms and steadied herself for a moment before lowering herself toward L’tirashin’s waiting mouth. Simvanna hesitated a moment when she came face to “face” with the skull mounted at the apex on the backrest of the throne, as well as being able to see those that comprised the wall. A shiver raced up Simvanna’s back. She was not only much closer to the gruesome seat than she ever had any intention on getting but she was actually touching it!
And what they were doing! To be having sex atop of what was more or less a mass grave felt so completely blasphemous that Simvanna was sure she would be spending her afterlife in some “special” place in the Ten Hells reserved for just such defilers. The mere thought twisted the knots in her stomach tighter. Simvanna had also opted to face away from her sister, as she was still having a difficult time with the image of Amean’s delicate flower being pummeled almost mercilessly. But, Simvanna did have to admit that it looked every bit as exciting as it was disturbing.
L’tirashin had very little patience for waiting when it came to matters involving her slaves. The demoness reached up, grabbed hold of her slave’s thighs and pulled her down onto her eager mouth. As her tongue swiped through Simvanna’s moistening slot for the first time, L’tirashin found herself in a forgiving mood and decided it had been well worth the momentary delay. As she knew they would, the elf’s juices had a delicate sweetness about them. It had been the dark sovereign’s experience that the love juices from dwarves, orks, and humans frequently had either a lightly tart or sour taste to them, but almost never an elf. L’tirashin considered that it was perhaps because of their reverence for, and close connection to, nature that could account for the phenomenon. Ultimately, she chose to just enjoy it as much and as often as she could, instead of needlessly pondering the matter.
On Tiaceor, humans were the inventive lovers, dwarves had delightful stamina, an ork could throw a mean fuck into a girl at the drop of a dagger, and elves could protract a single sexual encounter into lasting almost a full day. L’tirashin enjoyed them all. She even had a few unique love slaves for variety: a male and female centaur; a big, bull minotaur; and a beguiled, young sapphire blue dragon—for those times when she felt like being really, really naughty—were just some of those who rounded out her extensive harem quite nicely.
L’tirashin diddled her tongue rapidly against Simvanna’s clit, eliciting a moan of delight from her. The Night One’s own sounds of pleasure were muffled by her mouth being busy with Simvanna’s pussy, as were Amean’s with her mistress’s.
Amean had since switched tactics and was licking both L’tirashin’s cunt and anus; first one then the other, then across them both, making the Temptress gyrate, wiggle, and grind her pelvis against her tongue. For her part, Amean was thoroughly enjoying the fuck her mistress’s tail was giving her slick pussy. In and out it plunged, faster and faster with each stroke and feeling as if it was gaining the smallest fraction of an inch every time it invaded her inner regions.
Simvanna could hardly help what she was feeling as the amazing sensations being provided by L’tirashin’s highly skilled mouth and tongue flooded her senses, taking Simvanna to ever-higher plateaus of ecstasy. The elf cupped her small boobs, first massaging them then pinching her nipples until they were taut and pink and pointed straight out like tiny lances.
L’tirashin’s long, dark crimson lingua delved deep into Simvanna’s cleft, piercing her like a wet, flexible penis. From the way her orally captivated slave was beginning to ride her mouth, she knew it would only be a short time before she would be drinking down her sweet effusion. The Temptress smiled as her tongue continued to dart and swirl in and out of Simvanna’s cunt. As she had done with Amean, L’tirashin had a pleasant little surprise in store for Simvanna. The demoness’s little oral surprise always managed to take the breath away from her female lovers, as well as making them squirt all over her face.
Without a word, L’tirashin split her tongue in two as she held it just beyond the lips of Simvanna’s succulent pussy. As she plunged her now forked tongue forward, one of the two halves slipped back into Simvanna’s waiting snatch while the other started burrowing its way into her unsuspecting asshole.
Simvanna gasped loudly when the dual sensation crashed over her like a wave, making her raise up a tiny bit in surprise. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as she let out a loud moan of delight. Never before had she experienced such a thrill! While her fear of the Night One had hardly diminished, Simvanna could scarcely deny the truth that her mistress knew how to lick pussy.
Amean was working her own tongue and finger very busily. At the same time, she was also thrusting her hips back harder and harder as L’tirashin’s tail slid in and out. In her mind, only two things mattered: orgasming on the Night One’s wonderful tail and supplying the best climax she could induce in her mistress.
The trio’s simultaneous cumming jolted through their bodies like crackling bolts of sexual lightning and their ecstatic screams sounded like a trio of wolvers raising their voices in tribute to Tiaceor’s moons.
Amean’s cunt juices were streaming down her thighs and the Temptress’s tail as the elf’s pussy convulsed and grabbed at the welcome intruder.
As L’tirashin came, her juices filled Amean’s mouth so full of her ebullition that it dribbled from the elf’s dainty chin as she tried valiantly to keep up with the flow.
Simvanna was sitting fully on L’tirashin’s face when thought that she was probably as close to suffocating L’tirashin as she would ever get ran through her mind. The willful elf smiled at the notion but kept on riding her mistress’s forked tongue, determined to force it inside her as deep as it could go, riding it as if it were a wriggling, double-headed cock. The sweltering heat of her orgasm hit her like a wizard’s fireball a moment later.
For a long while, the sexually replete trio just stayed where they were, quietly enjoying the afterglow between them. Previously fast-moving hands—and other things—now just caressed slowly and gently each other as light kisses were pressed against sex-flushed skin. As was usual, the demoness was the first to disengage herself from her lovers’ embrace.
“Mmmmm,” the demoness purred as she rose then offered her slaves her hands and helped them to their feet. “That was lovely.”
“Thank you, mistress,” the sisters said in unison.
“For providing me with such excellent sport, you may have the rest of the day to yourselves. But. . .” L’tirashin paused with a salacious smile on her lips. Seeing she held the rapt attention of her vassals, she went on. “Tonight, I desire the two of you to come to me again, in my private chambers, where we will explore as-of-yet untried avenues of pleasure.”
“As you command, my mistress,” Amean said with a genuine and exuberant smile. Despite the way they had been indoctrinated into slavery and being stripped so completely of everything (a divestment that still haunted her nightmares), perhaps many of the rumors Amean had heard about her mistress were either terrible exaggerations or outright lies. In the elf’s mind, she just could not see how someone who was supposed to be so wholly evil could understand the intricacies and nuances of love making as fully as the Night One. While the Temptress demanded absolute loyalty from all whome she commanded and ruled, it was no less than what she was due. Besides, there had to be some kind of order to obey and it was beginning to make less and less difference to Amean that it was the demoness who ruled over a part of the world.
Despite Amean’s enthusiasm, it was Simvanna’s silence that attracted L’tirashin’s notice even more. “What seems to be the matter, my slave?” L’tirashin asked as she placed her hands on Simvanna’s hips and lightly touched her forehead to the elf’s bald pate. Since L’tirashin stood as tall as a typical human male, this made her almost a full head taller than Simvanna. But the demoness may as well have been standing as tall as a tree before the elf. Simvanna could feel her fear beginning to re-assert itself and it was only because of her unbroken will that she was able to remain standing in the demoness’ presence.
A silent threat of death always hovered around L’tirashin like an invisible shroud. And even more so when she had taken a “special interest” in someone; much like the way she had with Simvanna.
“Weren’t you enjoying yourself just now, my sweet? Hmmmm?” L’tirashin delighted in watching the panic build in her slave’s eyes. She knew Simvanna reviled her very presence on this world and would gladly see the demoness destroyed if she could. Breaking the spirit of this one will be quite an excellent challenge, L’tirashin mused, and one I look forward to.
The strong-willed elf felt herself drawing inexorably closer to taking flight from the demoness but Simvanna knew she would never get very far. Even if L’tirashin let her run, she would probably be stopped in her tracks by the first magical or mundane trap she came encountered. Simvanna’s only two choices then would be either recapture or death. There was also the question of what would happen to Amean; the Temptress may choose to vent her rage on her sister, something the prideful elf would never forgive herself for allowing to happen. No, the near to despairing Simvanna thought, It would be wiser to remain. . .for now.
Just as Simvanna opened her mouth a little to respond, L’tirashin lifted Simvanna’s chin and forced a deep kiss on her flustered slave. As their tongues caressed each other, the demoness could feel her vassal tense up for the briefest moment before compelling herself to relax and “enjoy” the embrace. After a long, lingering kiss, L’tirashin released her.
“There,” the Temptress said with a satisfied smile. “Perhaps that will help you to make up your mind about joining your sister and I later.” With the same abruptness a change in the wind, so too did L’tirashin’s voice and manner. “Now, go!” she commanded the pair in an icy tone, as she dismissed them with a grandiose flourish of her hand. “I have matters of far greater importance to attend to than the likes of you.”
As the sisters bent to gather their cast-off dresses and take leave of their mistress, a gnarled, man-sized staff floated down from somewhere near the throne room’s dark and unlit ceiling and drifted silently into L’tirashin’s raised hand. In the blink of an eye, the demoness’s nudity was at least partially concealed by a tattered, blood red camisole that had been cut-off just below L’tirashin’s breasts. A matching loincloth did its best to conceal the Night One’s hairy bush but without much success. As Amean and Simvanna quickly made their way down the dais stairs and out of the chamber, L’tirashin addressed her remaining slaves.
“The rest of you are dismissed as well. You may return to finish up your chores, as well as the ones of those two, after evening fast.” Without uttering a word, the Night One’s slaves obeyed and vacated the room.
L’tirashin assumed her throne again but waited a long while before doing anything other than that, lest a prying eye or ear glean even the tiniest tidbit of knowledge that would be best left unknown—at least for the time being.
While she sat, L’tirashin took some time for contemplation. Her plans to bring this magic-rich world to heel under the control of her and her demonic brethren were moving ahead faster than she had dared dream. Within a century, Tiaceor would become a little pocket of the Abyss in the mortal realm!
But then, why was she feeling less than elated with her victories thus far? Even after all she had managed to accomplish, both on this world and back in the Everdark, why was she feeling so. . .alone? It was as if there was a permanent hole in her dark spirit that no amount of sex, power, or magic could ever fill.
Of course, she knew why.
And that emptiness would always remain.
It had been so long ago for her that it often seemed more like a life stolen from someone else rather then her own. Millennia ago, L’tirashin Jaduor: succubus; demon; War Mistress of the Doom Legions of Woeful Iscandar; and ruler of the nation of Demnos; had known true love. For the briefest moment, the Night One felt herself on the very edge of tears, something that had not happened since. . .
Enough!!! L’tirashin scolded herself. Remember: he betrayed you!!!
The Temptress straightened herself on her regal seat, regaining the composure she had almost lost. That life was ancient history on a world that no longer existed; an event she herself had witnessed. All that mattered was. . .now! And the future and her place in it. It was time for her to review her plans and. . .strike!!
As she lifted her enchanted staff, it glowed with a deep blue aura of power, streaked through with veins of scarlet. A moment later, all five of the audience chamber’s thirty-foot high doors slammed shut with deafening bangs and a like number of arm-sized keys turned themselves in their equally huge locks. L’tirashin then waved her magicked stave at the huge windows to her right. Rock suddenly materialized and sealed the openings from which she had enjoyed her earlier view of Xyn. Once assured of her desired privacy, L’tirashin finally summoned what she knew demanded such secrecy.
“Noakcha eeina shaamshi!” the Temptress commanded in the language of magic. The effect was immediate and breathtaking. In the middle of the vast chamber a lucent, ghostly image of the world of Tiaceor appeared. Each nation was represented by a different color and that country’s capitol was displayed as a shining blue-white star. Amid the brightly colored hues, only one nation, a whole continent was shown in black: Eleasheua. Demnos. L’tirashin studied the phantom planet as it hung silently in mid-air, slowly turning on its axis.
Yes. Far more important things to do, indeed.

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Fantasy

Kristinas taxi home

Kristina had been out for a night with the girls. She had been drinking vodka all night and was starting to feel ready for her bed.
She had spent the night dancing and flirting with the boys.
This along with the vodka had made her very horny, but she knew she had to wait to get home to take care of herself.
As she stood in the taxi line she also started to feel like she needed the toilet. Thinking that she wouldn’t take long to get home and she decided to wait.
Soon it was her turn and a blue BMW pulled up. She opened the door and got in the back seat. She looked at the driver and thought wow he is not bad. She told him where she wanted to go and the car pulled off.
“you had a goodnight then” he said.
“yeah it was good. I had a good dance a few drinks and flirted a bit what more could a girl want” replied Kristina.
“ha ha ha true. so are you a good dancer”
“yeah i’m ok but I think I dance to rude sometimes. People get the wrong idea”
“doesn’t sound that bad if you ask me”
As the journey carried on the made a bit small talk until Kristina said she needed to go to the loo.
As they were in the middle of nowhere the driver suggested he find a quiet place to pull over and she can go there.
Kristina agreed as she was dying to go.
The driver pulled off the main road onto a side street and the carried on until the were in a quiet industrial estate.
Kristina hurried out and ran behind a bush.
while she was there she took off her thong and put it in her bag. What the hell she thought i’ll be home soon anyway.
She got back in the car and sat back in the back seat.
“better” said the driver.
“much better thanks” Kristina replied
“good, besides i would fancy cleaning the seats later on” he said
“so you would have liked to watched me tho you kinky bugger” Kristina said
“ha ha maybe”
“naughty”
“nah i’m a good boy honest” he said
“shame” Kristina said sounding disappointed
“well depends on who i’ve got to be naughty with” he said
Now Kristina was relieved of needing to pee she started to get her horny urges back. She decided to start having a bit of fun with the driver.
She pulled her dress up a little revealing her thighs.
“so do you get many girls offering services so they don’t have to pay. By the way I’m Kristina” she said
“I’m Danny and yeah you do every now and then” he said
“so do you ever take them up on the offer”
“not really. usually ones who offer are a bit on the rough side. but every now and again you get a sexy lass who is well worth it”
“so wot if i was to offer you some entertainment”
“mmmmm such as”
“well i can start with show for you then see how it goes”
With that Kristina lay back in her seat and pulled down her top revealing one of her breasts and started to play with the nipple. Dannylegs adjusted the mirror so that he had a perfect view of her. He had noticed she had spread her legs as she lay back and noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He felt his cock starting to grow hard at the sight of this.
“do you like what your seeing”
“mmmmm yeah but what else do i get to see”
“oh dont worry there is more to come” as she said that her dressed was pulled down even further and she was playing with both nipples. She lifted one of her legs up on to the back of the passenger seat showing her shaven pussy lips.
She moved her hand down to pussy and started to rub her clit.
Danny was hard now. His cock was pressing tight against his jeans.
Kristina continued to play with her nipples and clit as Danny continued driving trying to find a place to pull over.
Eventually he found a deserted car park in a very quiet area. He undid his seat belt and turned to watch her.
Kristina was now starting to slide he fingers in between her lips as she did this she started to moan.
Her pussy was soaking and aching now. She needed to orgasm.
Danny reached across and lifted her other leg up so it was on his seat he started rub her calf’s and the inside of her thighs and started to kiss her ankles.
Kristina was becoming more turned on.
Danny reached out and grabbed her breast and started to play with her nipple. She was moaning harder now and his lips on her ankles and hands on her nipple she was rubbing her clit and pussy even harder. She could feel herself getting nearer to cumming.
Danny then slid his hand down to her pussy and started to finger her too. One of Danny’s and one of Kristina’s fingers were going in and out of her pussy at the same time. she was mega turned on by this and Danny could feel her becoming more and more wetter. He was dying to taste her and lick her nipples.
Then suddenly he slid his finger out of her pussy and moved it down to her tight little arse. His finger was so wet that as he was circling her tight little hole she could feel it starting to go further in. Now she was insatiable and her moaning became harder and her breathing heavier.
Soon enough she was writhing around and bucking away forcing his finger all the way into her arse as she had 2 fingers of her own in her pussy.
Suddenly she started to scream out and he knew she was cumming. Her pussy juices were running down to her arse keeping his finger wet.
When she came it was intense her whole body shook. Danny took his finger out of her arse and looked at her sitting there breathing heavy still and almost naked. He tits were moving up and down as the was breathing. He couldn’t wait to finish work so he could wank thinking of her.
“wow” he said “well you certainly don’t have to pay”. He turned away and moved to start the car engine.
Suddenly he felt 2 wet fingers come from behind him and move into his mouth. Her juices tasted amazing and sweet.
Then I a voice that sounded horny and slutty Kristina said “oh you haven’t finished yet” and her hand moved down to the bulge in his pants.
“I want that in me now”
Danny got out of the car and walked around to the back door.
He climbed in and lay down. Kristina moved instantly to the buttons on his jeans and pulled out his rock hard cock. She eagerly moved her head to down to the tip of his cock and started to lick it.
Danny moaned with excitement as Kristina started to lick up and down the length of his cock making sure it was completely wet. She then started sucking and playing with his balls. Danny’s moaning became louder he loved having that done.
She then moved her way back to the tip of his cock and teasingly wrapped her lips around the top and started to gently suck.
She then took a bit more of it in her mouth and started sucking harder. Danny could feel the pressure building in his cock.
He could tell Kristina knew what she was doing. She was amazing.
She started to take more and more of the length of his cock inside of her wet mouth until she had nearly his whole cock in her throat.
She sucked his cock and pumped the shaft with one hand and stroked his balls and in between his balls and arse with the other. This pushed him over the edge.
He said to Kristina “babe if you keep doing that i’m going to cum”.
Kristina looked up her eyes filled with lust ” i know, i wanna taste you. I want you to cum in my mouth”.
With that she carried on sucking harder than before. Danny knew he was cumming. He grabbed the back of Kristina’s head as he felt the surge starting suddenly his cock erupted. He could feel wave after wave of orgasm and Kristina swallowing every single bit.
Danny lay back feeling great. That was the best blow jobs he had ever had.
Kristina looked at him smiling “was that good for you sexy”.
“oh yeah babe the best I’ve ever had”.
“good i aim to please”.
Kristina that leaned over and started to kiss Danny hard one the lips. Their tongues inside each others mouths.
Danny moved his hand up and started playing with Kristina’s nipple. She started to kiss him harder again. She moved her hand down to his cock and started to stroke it. She could feel it becoming hard again. She wanted to feel it inside of her.
Danny moved himself to face her and lowered his head down to take one of her nipples in his mouth while he played with the other. Kristina was soaking and aching for Danny’s hardening cock inside of her again.
He lay back against the seat and told Kristina to climb on.
She lifted he leg over to straddle him and lowered herself down. Danny took her nipple back in his mouth again.
Danny could feel her pussy was wet the tip of his cock slid into her hole but the further it went the tighter it became. Kristina moaned with pleasure as she felt his cock push inside of her.
She the started to move her hips up and down she was riding him hard. Her tits we’re bouncing up and down. Danny was watchin her.
She flung her head back as she rode him. She was in heaven right now. She’d been gagging for this for ages.
Danny clenched his hands on her arse cheeks occasionally spanking her. With every smack Kristina fucked him a little harder and moaned a little louder.
Danny could feel he getting tighter around his cock. He knew this was a sign she was about to cum.
She screamed louder and grabbed Danny’s head and forced her nipple into his mouth and made his hand grab the other other one.
This was too much for Kristina and she screamed and orgasmed almost straight away.
Her hips slowed down now a she started to relax.
Danny told her to get up. He wasn’t finished with her yet.
He told her to get out the car. As she did he followed her out he walked around to the front of the car and told her bend over the bonnet.
She obediently did as she was told. As she bent over she exposed her lovely looking shaved pussy and fantastically shaped arse.
He was wondering whether to try slide his cock into her tight arse but thought it was a bit to much for now.
He positioned he cock right next to her pussy lips and started to ease his way into her tight little hole. She moaned softly as he started to gently thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.
His movements became faster and harder. He pulled her hair saying “do you like that”
“yeah babe I love it”.
“you want it harder”
“yeah babe fuck me harder. I wanna feel your hard cock fuck me hard”.
Danny got harder and faster. Kristina started to moan louder, he knew they were both going to climax.
He turned her over and lay her back on the bonnet and put her legs on his shoulders. He started to fuck her and kissed her.
He felt so deep inside of her.
They both started to moan and kiss each other hard. They both knew the other was going to cum.
And then it happened. Kristina orgasmed hard, Danny exploded inside of her.
Danny lay down on top of her, his cock still inside of her they kept kissing for a few more seconds. Until the broke away. Danny pulled himself out of her. His cock was soaking he walked around to the door and looked for somethin to clean himself with.
Kristina stopped him.
“here i’ll clean that for you” she bent down and licked the his semi hard cock all over until it was clean.
She the pulled her dress up and covered herself up properly.
She climbed in the front seat looking totally satisfied.
Danny started the car and pulled away.
“well that was the best taxi ride i’ve ever had” Kristina said smiling.
“mmmmmmmm well your the best passenger I’ve ever had”
“I’ll make sure to ask for you the next time I need a ride”
“It’ll be my pleasure sexy”
“maybe we could find somewhere a bit cosier with a bed too”
“next time we will”
“good I might go out next week now”
“babe anytime you wanna taxi you can text me, free of charge of course”. Danny handed her a card.
They arrived at Kristina’s house and she leaned over and kissed Danny hard one the lips. “Thanks for the ride babe”.
With that she got out and walked to her front door.
She lifted her dress and gave Danny one last flash of her arse before she went inside.
Danny looked in his mirrors before he pulled away. He noticed somethin on the back seat. Kristina had left him a little present. Her thong was still on the seat. He reached back and picked it up. It was still soaking from her pussy.

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Skyrim: The Adventures of Carhtalo Part 1 Extended. The Bandits

Part one ended up being more of a prologue than a real chapter, so I just took the first paragraph from “Chapter One” within the text, and built off of that. It starts off a little slow, then runs into some awesome action scenes, stick with it, if the sex is what you’re here for, you’ll get it. I promise.

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My Wife’s Best Friend-5

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Rachel kissed me good morning. The stirring woke Laura as well. Rachel spoke first.
“Is everyone ready for breakfast, or…?”
“Or what?” I asked.
Rachel smiled in response, a sly smile. Her left hand snaked under the covers. I felt her grab my morning hard on. She held it up straight (for Laura’s benefit) and stroked it under the covers.
“That sounds good,” I ventured.
“How about we have him for breakfast?” Rachel offered. Then, looking directly at Laura, added, “Together?”
Laura’s face showed definite interest. She nodded to Rachel before pushing the covers over the foot of the bed. Both women moved into position between my legs, pushing them wide apart to accommodate both their bodies. Rachel held up my erection and Laura kissed it. I felt the contact of her lips all up my spine. Rachel was an inch away, watching her friend intently. The kiss turned into a lick and Rachel joined in. While Laura licked at the precum gathering at the head, Rachel gave slow licks up and down the shaft.
I’ve had many blowjobs before, but that was the first one from more than one person. One tongue is fantastic, any man will tell you that. Two tongues can quickly drive you through the roof. I reached for the other pillows and piled them under my head so I could watch. Rachel and Laura fellated me in synchronicity. As Laura licked, Rachel stroked my shaft with her tongue. When Laura moved to lick my shaft, Rachel took the head in her mouth. She sucked on the head while her tongue moved rapidly against it. I started to worry that I would cum very quickly but realized that their intention was for me to cum in their mouths, not to last for their pussies. Rachel held my dick while Laura bobbed up and down over it, then Laura held it for Rachel to suck me.
At one point, Laura and Rachel licked the sides of my shaft together, their tongues moving in synch up and down on opposite sides. That pushed me to the edge.
“Girls, I’m going to cum,” I announced with a strain in my voice.
“Who gets to eat it?” Laura asked, the intent evident in her voice. Rachel wanted to share but the expression on her face showed something else. She didn’t want to give it up. She was thinking hard about something. After a few seconds, she spoke.
“Maybe we both can.” She looked to me as if asking permission but I didn’t know what she had in mind. She looked to Laura, inches away, as Laura’s tongue tasted more of my precum. “We could just keep licking and let him shoot on our faces.”
“I want to taste it,” Laura moaned.
“Me, too. We could …” She paused here, apparently gathering her courage. When she spoke, her voice was softer, practically a whisper. “We could lick it off each other, after.”
The implication of her statement hit my brain at the same time as it hit my dick. In response, my dick twitched. I knew Laura felt it. Laura’s eyes opened wider and she looked at Rachel, not me.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
The two women had their eyes locked on each other. Rachel smiled and gave a slight nod. Laura joined the smile. I held my breath. They turned in unison to my dick and began licking intently. Rachel, between licks, told me, “Let us know just before you shoot.” I nodded, unable to speak at that moment.
They licked, their tongues now touching each other from time to time. My dick was twitching, both from the feel of their tongues and the thought of what I was about to witness. It didn’t take long. I felt the tightening, the tenseness, the throbbing.
“Now,” I kind of groaned. I arched my back, trying as hard as I could to keep my eyes open during the orgasm. I wanted to watch this.
They both licked the front of my shaft, passing the tips of their tongues over my slit. I felt my dick pulse twice, then that warm liquid feeling took over. I cried out as the pleasure escalated almost to the pain level and saw the first spurt land across Laura’s cheek and nose. Rachel pushed in front and captured a strand on her cheek. The two tried to each catch as much as they could on their faces. A strand extended into Rachel’s hair near her ear. Each face had caught a sizable amount. The sperm was starting to run down their faces. Laura gave me a final suck before releasing my deflating cock.
Rachel and Laura got up on their knees, facing each other. Rachel put her hands on Laura’s shoulders. Laura put her arms around Rachel’s neck. I couldn’t even breathe as they leaned towards each other and … licked. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my two fantasy women licking my cum from each other’s face. It was indescribably erotic. As they licked, they leaned closer to each other. I saw their nipples touch and my dick desperately tried to get hard. If there had been any way, my dick would have gotten fully hard again. As it had been only moments since I ejaculated, the best it could do was a slight stiffening. Instead of lying limply against my stomach, my dick held itself barely off my skin. It didn’t matter. I was excited enough for it to feel ten feet long.
They moaned as they licked my cum off each other. They were really getting into it. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe I was so entranced by the spectacle. Laura followed that strand of cum to Rachel’s ear, licking right in front of the lobe – Rachel’s “special spot”. I saw my wife shudder and hug her friend a little tighter. Their breasts pressed more tightly together.
When my sperm was all cleaned up, they parted, still holding onto each other. They were kneeling facing each other. Laura gave Rachel a look I didn’t understand. It lasted for at least three seconds. Rachel raised an eyebrow, apparently giving consent for something. Laura leaned forward and they kissed. It wasn’t just a touching of the lips. It was a French kiss. Their naked bodies pressed against each other, lips sliding together wetly. Through their cheeks, it was evident their tongues were participating as well as they shared my taste. That did it. My dick couldn’t stand by and let that happen without getting hard. I was partially erect again.
The kiss lasted a long time. It seemed to last for hours, but was really only a minute or so. I couldn’t move, transfixed by the scene before me. My heart was pounding, my lungs screaming for me to breathe, my dick doing its best to stand up limply in salute. When they parted, they leaned back with their arms still loosely around each other. They regarded each other with a shy smile, a kind of “What have we just done?” look. Laura looked down, breaking the magical spell. Each drew a deep breath.
As if just then realizing they had an audience, Rachel looked to me. Her face was happy, but embarrassed.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said, a trace of laughter in her voice.
I spoke, my voice having a soft, dreamlike quality as if I didn’t want to break the spell, either. “I can’t believe it. But I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
Laura finally looked up, first to Rachel then to me. She also looked embarrassed by what I had seen.
“That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever even imagined,” I said, my voice a little stronger now.
Rachel crawled up my body and gave me a lingering French kiss. As she kissed me, images of the illicit kiss she had shared with Laura screamed through my mind. It did nothing to cool my growing arousal.
Rachel could feel me growing against her stomach. “Ooh, you really liked that, huh?” she asked warmly. I nodded. “How about a threesome?”
I couldn’t believe what my wife was asking. For that matter, I could barely believe the things we had done since the previous afternoon. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice wavering with uncertainty, maybe even fear. This was all happening so fast.
“Oh, maybe one of us sitting on your dick and the other one on your face,” my wife suggested, her words slow and drawn out. I saw Laura’s face perk up at that suggestion. “Does that appeal to you?”
“Does it appeal to me? You’ve just outlined one of my favorite secret fantasies,” I eagerly responded. I still couldn’t believe this was really happening.
“I’m game,” Laura added.
Rachel smiled. To Laura, she said, “You can have his dick first. I get it all the time.” She sat up to one side, waiting for Laura to mount me. For my part, I lay barely breathing. There was no need for foreplay. The girls were very wet from earlier and I was hard from watching them. Laura straddled my hips and used her hands to guide the head of my dick into her blonde pussy. I watched with fascination as her lips parted. When I made contact, she was so wet that her juices started flowing down my shaft a little. She pressed down, seating herself fully with a grunt. I was completely inside her now and the heat was incredible. It was even more obvious how much she had enjoyed the kiss she had shared with Rachel.
I couldn’t enjoy the sight of my cock spearing her for long because Rachel swung a leg over my neck. She took her seat facing me with her wet pussy over my mouth. I eagerly began eating her. The experience of enjoying two pussies at once is one of synergy. It is much more than just the pleasure of fucking combined with the pleasure of eating a pussy. The two events combined overwhelm the senses. Each is a wonderful treat. Together, knowing two women are getting pleasure from the act makes the feeling almost too wonderful to withstand. I had Rachel’s cunt over my face. I was tasting her wetness when I looked up. What I saw almost made me shoot off right there. Laura had leaned forward and was fondling her tits from behind. Seeing Laura’s hands playing with my wife’s body – and the expression of pleasure on my wife’s face – made it almost impossible to stave off my impending orgasm. Almost. I’m glad I made the Herculean effort, because it just got better.
I felt Rachel moving to get off me. She stood up over me (what a view!) and turned around, returning her pussy to my face. Only this time she was facing Laura. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but the sounds they were making made it obvious they were enjoying themselves, and each other. The knowledge that they were kissing and fondling each other above me only added to the excitement of the sex and oral sex that was enveloping me. After a few minutes of this, I heard the sound of a very wet kiss ending and Rachel spoke up.
“I want his dick now.”
I moved my mouth away from her pussy just enough to say, “Then you’d better hurry because you two have me right on the edge.”
They got up and changed positions. Rachel sat on my cock and that penetration had to be the wettest I had ever felt with her. Laura knelt over my face, facing Rachel, and their moans returned. I didn’t try to last. I just ate pussy while Rachel rode my hard on. Very soon, I tensed up and pumped my seed into my wife. No warning, no slowing, just ejaculation. Rachel moaned a little louder so I knew she felt it, but she never stopped moving over me. My dick soon slipped out of her, followed by a flood of our combined wetness. The two women kept kissing and rubbing their bottoms against me. After a while longer, they stopped and got off me. I’m sure I must have looked like a mess. It was sloppy being beneath them. My face was coated with their lubrication and my midsection was soaked with the remains of cumming inside Rachel. Rachel never hesitated. She leaned down and kissed me, surely smelling and tasting Laura on my face. Laura just knelt next to us and watched.
Rachel broke the kiss, her face still very near mine, and whispered to me. “I want to try it with Laura, just me and her. Is that OK with you?”
I thought I had been shocked before by what they had done. Now, she was laying the cards on the table. She wanted to have sex with Laura and she was asking for my permission.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, secretly hoping she would say yes. She did. I smiled broadly. “Can I watch?” I asked eagerly. She just smiled in return and got up. She reached out and took Laura by the hand.
“Stay on the side. Give us room. I want the first time to be just us.” She was talking to me but looking into Laura’s eyes. Laura looked like she wanted it as much as Rachel. I took up a place on the edge of the big bed. Rachel directed Laura to lie on the other side. Rachel got on top of Laura and they kissed. The sight of Rachel lying naked on top of Laura would have made me cum if I hadn’t just done so. As it was, it felt like I would soon have another erection so I could jack off while I watched.
Laura spoke to Rachel in a tiny voice, so quiet I could just barely make out what she said. “I’ve never done it like this before.”
Rachel answered, “Neither have I. We’re friends. Let’s just try it. If you want to stop, that’s OK. We’re learning together.”
That was all they said. It was like I wasn’t even there. They were in their own world, just the two of them. They started with a deep kiss. Laura moaned when my wife’s lips made contact. Their eyes were closed, Rachel’s hands on Laura’s face. Laura put her arms around Rachel’s neck. As the kiss progressed, Laura’s hands moved slowly up and down Rachel’s back as if she was enjoying the feel of Rachel’s skin. Rachel moved her body against Laura’s, enjoying her touch. Laura’s hands moved down to Rachel’s cute butt and that really warmed Rachel up. She was moving more now, and moaning into Laura’s mouth. Their lips parted and their eyes opened, but their faces were still only inches apart. A slow smile spread across both their faces. Rachel was looking into Laura’s eyes, as if seeking permission for something. She moved lower, kissing Laura’s face and neck. As she reached Laura’s breasts, Laura’s legs parted and Rachel slid between them. She slowly moved a hand onto each of Laura’s tits, caressing them slowly and sensuously. I could hear the sound of her hand moving over Laura’s soft skin. She smiled and leaned forward to take a nipple into her mouth. Laura closed her eyes to focus on the sensation.
I was hard again and now slowly started stroking myself. I knew that I had to keep the pace slow or the scene in front of me would make me cum in seconds. Rachel was kissing Laura’s breasts and sucking on her nipples, taking care to hold the nipples with her lips and pull on them. Laura seemed to be loving the attention. After a long time at her tits, Rachel moved further down Laura’s trim body. I knew what was coming next and still couldn’t believe what was about to happen. She continued kissing and licking, leaving a wet trail down Laura’s stomach. She paused at her navel before moving lower to the blonde patch of hair.
Laura’s eyes opened when Rachel arrived at her pussy. Rachel turned her face to the side and brushed her cheek against Laura’s silky softness. They were both making light moaning sounds as they each enjoyed the touch in their own way. Rachel planted light kisses on Laura’s mound, then one very light kiss directly on her slit. Laura gasped at the contact. Rachel wasn’t ready to take that step just yet, or wanted to tease Laura further, because she instead moved quickly to the end of Laura’s right leg. She started at the ankle, trailing kisses and licks back up to the crease where the leg joined Laura’s torso. That little hollow where Laura’s pussy nestled when her legs were closed received much attention from Rachel’s tongue. Laura was now wriggling her bottom around, anxious to feel Rachel’s tongue on her pussy, but Rachel was not to be swayed from her appointed course. Her mouth passed tantalizingly close to Laura’s pussy, so close in fact that the curly hair brushed Rachel’s lips. Rachel then moved to Laura’s left ankle to begin another slow, torturous journey back up to Laura’s body. When Rachel was licking the hollow at the top of the left leg, Laura, unable to wait further, tried to move Rachel’s head to the center with her hands. Rachel pushed her hands away. I could see Rachel smiling as she continued kissing. I could also see that Laura’s pussy was now oozing with her lubrication.
By this time, I was as anxious as Laura for Rachel to take the next big step. I was hard and my dick was leaking precum as I stroked. I seriously doubted that I would be able to delay cumming until Rachel started eating Laura’s pussy. Laura, unable to sway Rachel’s intentions, was now positively mauling her own tits and moaning out loud in time to Rachel’s tongue. When Rachel finally swiped her tongue over the lips to the slit, Laura and I both gave out sighs of relief.
I really wanted to put my face down on Laura’s stomach to watch up close what Rachel was about to do, or even join my wife between Laura’s legs and help out. I remembered Rachel’s last words to me and heeded them. It wasn’t because I wanted to, but rather because I loved her so much and wanted this moment to go as she wanted.
Rachel ran her tongue up Laura’s slit. I could see it in her face when she tasted Laura’s juices. It was a surprise but not a big one. She must be realizing that Laura didn’t taste much differently from her own pussy. She had tasted herself often enough after masturbating, on my face after oral sex, and by sucking my dick after I had been inside her. This was the first time she tasted another woman, however. The look was like a moment of indecision followed by making a choice. She pressed onward. On the second swipe of her tongue, Rachel pressed hard, parting Laura’s lips and passing the tip of her tongue between them. Laura practically howled, holding onto her tits and looking down between her legs in disbelief as her friend began eating her pussy.
That did it. I lost the battle. I came. Hard. Stroking my cock wildly, I shot off on the sheet as I watched the unbelievable spectacle before me.
Rachel’s tongue was exploring Laura’s pussy with a passion, flittering over her clit, sliding between her slippery lips, and probing into her hole. I knew what Rachel was experiencing – taste, smell and sight – but the fact that she was doing it made the scene something I’ll never forget. This was my wife having sex with a woman. I did notice that her motions were a little gentler than the way I usually did it to her. After a moment’s thought, I figured out she was doing to Laura exactly what she would like done to her. I tried to pay attention so I could please her as well the next time my face was between her legs.
She was definitely pleasing Laura. Laura was now thrashing about, clawing at the sheets. There was a wild look on her face. Either the pleasure she was receiving from Rachel’s mouth was that good or, like me, she couldn’t believe this was really happening either. Laura peaked suddenly. The transition was interesting to watch. Her legs tensed, then wrapped around Rachel’s head while her hands flew to the back of Rachel’s head. She was moaning something like, “Oh, fuck, please don’t stop,” as she firmly held Rachel’s head in place. Her hips started humping against my wife’s face and Laura screamed. I wondered what the people in the next room were thinking. Surely that had woken them up if they had still been sleeping.
Rachel must have understood what Laura was feeling and wanting at that point because she complied with Laura’s request. Her face was pressed to Laura’s pussy. I could see through her cheek that her tongue was moving. I guessed she was moving it against Laura’s clit. The pleasure must have peaked and become too intense to stand because Laura suddenly changed posture, pushing Rachel away and trying to close her legs. Rachel moved back and sat up on her knees; her face was coated in Laura’s cum. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her friend had cum all over her face. She was smiling proudly at what she had given Laura but Laura needed a little time to come down. She rolled herself into a ball on her side, her eyes closed and her breathing only slowly returning to normal. She kind of shuddered, aftershocks of the intense orgasm.
I wanted to speak, but didn’t want to interrupt the magic they were sharing. Rachel looked at me, her expression seeming to acknowledge me and give me permission to speak.
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My Wife’s Best Friend-4

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Laura swallowed hard. Her face was flushed. “Do you really mean this?” she asked Rachel, maybe asked both of us. I became concerned that she might not want to be with me. I felt disappointment. Well, most of me did. Part was still hopeful. “If you do, I want to do it. I really want to do it.”
Rachel looked back to me, then down to my waist. “Good, because Gary obviously wants you.” I was at full erection again. That’s kind of difficult to hide when you’re naked.
We all laughed at that, but I couldn’t deny her statement. I wanted Laura at that moment. I still loved my wife totally and completely, but I wanted to see what it would be like with Laura. I just couldn’t believe my wife was asking me to cheat on her – and that she wanted to watch me do it.
Laura broke the silence. “Well, if we’re going to do this, then let’s get started before anyone gets second thoughts.”
Rachel moved to the side as Laura shuffled to in front of me and pressed her body against mine as she kissed me. I will never forget the first time I felt her naked breasts against me. It was so familiar yet so foreign. I had felt Rachel’s body that way countless times. This was the first time I had felt Laura’s body this way. It was the touch of a woman, but a woman who was not my wife. The thought that this was someone other than my wife only made the excitement I felt grow. When our lips parted, I looked over to Rachel for reassurance. She was smiling brightly. She sensed what I was looking for and nodded. Laura slid down onto the bed until she was lying where Rachel had been a few minutes ago. She was in the wet spot. She looked so beautiful, lying naked with her legs together before me. I swallowed hard as Laura spread her legs, looking sweetly at me. I knew what both women wanted from me. I knew what I wanted. My heart was still pounding in my chest as I moved into position between Laura’s long lean outstretched legs. Positioning my dick at her opening, I held the shaft in my right hand and slid it up and down her lips to gather lubrication. My dick was so excited as it touched her pussy. I heard Laura moan but my attention was riveted on the sight of my dick pushing aside her blonde hair and spreading her lips apart. On the next down stroke, I pushed the head against her opening, feeling it seat itself. The view of her blonde curls against my shaft was making my breathing deepen. My cock was pulsing in time to my heartbeat, which was finally slowing. I guess I was realizing this was actually going to happen. I looked up to Laura, seeing her lovely face study mine. She looked very serious, but very happy at the same time. She could feel where my dick was. She knew the next push would cause me to penetrate her in a way I had never done to her before.
Rachel moved over and lay down on the bed with her head resting on Laura’s stomach. She had a front row seat at the main event. She reached out and felt my dick, her touch adding to the strangeness of the moment. As her fingers slid across my erection, I watched the blonde curls from Laura’s pussy brush against her fingers. Rachel’s finger reached out a little and brushed against one of the lips of Laura’s pussy. It was probably inadvertent, but I saw it. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my wife touch another woman there. I couldn’t believe my dick was against Laura’s pussy.
Rachel sighed and I could feel her warm breath against my dick. I’m sure Laura felt her breath as well. “Do it, Gary. Push inside her,” Rachel almost whispered. I pressed forward, feeling Laura’s pussy against the head of my dick. At first, I didn’t think it would fit. Her opening was smaller than Rachel’s. She had just had the dildo inside herself, but she was still tight. I pressed and she stretched. Then, suddenly, her opening gave way. Her body gave itself over to me. She yielded and admitted me. I felt my dick sliding slowly into a very warm, very wet and very tight place. A place I had never been before. Laura was a lot smaller inside than I was used to. She was so wet that I slid easily, but I could still feel the tightness. Laura started moaning, a single drawn out sound, as I stretched her in a way she obviously wasn’t used to.
I was watching my dick enter that blonde haired pussy. Once I was as far inside her as I was going to go on the first stroke, I reversed and slowly pulled out, fascinated by the sight of my shaft now shiny with Laura’s juices. Rachel was also watching, turning her head and lifting it up now so she could witness the penetration. When the head was almost out, I pressed in again. Rachel spoke in a dreamy voice, a voice that was clouded with fog, or an orgasmic haze. “That is so beautiful. I never knew it looked so beautiful when we did that.” She touched my shaft, now slick with Laura, and my shaft slid past her finger as I entered Laura’s body. I went a little deeper, but it was going to take several strokes to stretch her enough and enter her fully. If she would be able to take all of me inside her. She was shorter than Rachel so maybe her pussy wasn’t as deep.
Rachel stayed right there, watching and touching me as I slowly started fucking Laura. When I finally got enough of my dick to go into Laura that my dark pubic hair meshed with her blonde hair, Rachel moved up. She planted a kiss on my abdomen, then sat up and kissed my lips. I was kissing my wife while my dick was buried deeply inside her friend. The thought made my dick throb. Laura felt it and moaned. The three of us were joined in that moment. Laura started trying to thrust back against me, anxious to start screwing in earnest. Rachel moved back and looked at Laura, then to me.
“I’m going to move out of the way now so you two can do it. I’ll watch.” To reassure me, she added, “You two look so sexy together. I never knew making love looked so beautiful.” I turned back to Laura and saw her still watching Rachel questioningly. I guess it was difficult for Laura to relax and have sex with her best friend’s husband while the best friend was right there. Rachel leaned over and kissed Laura’s cheek. “It’s OK,” she told Laura. “I want to see you do this.” Laura smiled as Rachel sat back on her knees. Laura looked to me and I leaned over her, moving my hips in that ancient rhythm. Laura put her hands on my arms. Her touch was light, but showed no hesitation. All three of us wanted this and it was happening. I leaned forward a little more and the bed started squeaking as I pounded Laura’s body with more force. I was watching her tits now. They were swaying back and forth a little, so firm they could just barely jiggle in reaction to my thrusting. Laura was tight. I was glad I had just done it with Rachel. Otherwise, I would have cum before I was fully inside her. Having just cum, and the relief from earlier, allowed me to last longer. I hoped I could make Laura cum before I did. I leaned over a little more and kissed Laura. Her tongue immediately pressed into my mouth, penetrating me as I was penetrating her. Our lips pulled apart wetly and I reached lower to catch one of her nipples in my mouth. Sucking her soft nipple into my mouth was heavenly. Remembering who I was doing this to, I looked over to Rachel.
Rachel had a hand between her legs and that hand was moving back and forth. She was masturbating while she watched us. I had seen her masturbate before, but seeing her do it now, knowing that it was me fucking Laura that made her masturbate, only added to the eroticism of the forbidden act. Rachel smiled broadly at me and nodded, probably trying to keep reassuring me. Feeling a measure of confidence in her gesture, or maybe being more turned on by seeing my wife openly masturbating, I leaned back. Upright now, I lifted Laura’s legs onto my shoulders. Well, I tried to. Rachel is my height so her legs drape over my shoulders in this position. Laura is shorter, so her knees couldn’t reach my shoulders. As a result, her legs stayed straight up against my chest. The effect was the same. I could penetrate her deeper this way and the effect on her was made evident by her moans moving higher in pitch. One of her hands was fondling one of her tits. Rachel reached out with her free hand and held Laura’s other hand. The two women were connected as the three of us sought orgasm.
I pressed harder on one stroke and felt something different about Laura’s pussy. From her reaction, the head of my dick must have pressed against her cervix. It wasn’t painful for her, just a surprise, judging by her facial expression. Using my hands, I pressed her legs back now against her tits. This allowed me maximum penetration. I looked down to see my dick splitting her blonde curls as I moved in and out of her. I enjoyed the sight, so different from seeing my dick between Rachel’s dark-haired lips. It felt so good. It wasn’t the same as making love to Rachel. I loved Rachel. I was just having fun with Laura – but I was having a lot of fun.
I had lasted longer than I had expected, but the building feeling told me the end was near. The novelty of the situation, doing this with Laura instead of Rachel, took its toll. My rhythm changed, faster now. The sounds issuing from Laura indicated she wasn’t far behind me. Rachel picked up on the change and addressed me directly.
“Are you cumming?”
“Almost,” I practically grunted. I was only moments away.
Rachel nodded and moved closer to me. Using her left hand, she reached behind me and under, gently grasping my swaying balls. The effect was electric. Her touch on me, there and at that moment, sent me over the edge. Rachel’s right hand still held Laura’s hand. Rachel’s voice barely cut through the haze I was lost in.
“You’re cumming inside her,” she said, or maybe asked. I’m not sure. It was spoken softly. All I could do was nod in response. I guess she could feel the pulsing as I spurted. My cock was buried as far inside Laura as I could manage. I looked into Laura’s sparkling eyes and we watched each other cum. She moaned loudly now as the feeling of the warm sperm gave her the final needed push. It was a magical moment, shared by all three of us. Rachel fondled my balls, ever so gently, and further intensified my orgasm. It was getting difficult not to fall over onto Laura. I managed not to fall on her, though. When I returned to reality, both women were smiling at me and their joined hands were gripping each other tightly.
Laura broke the silence first. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she said with a tone of disbelief and maybe a touch of laughter in her voice.
Rachel released my balls and leaned over to Laura. She kissed Laura on the cheek, saying, “Thank you for letting me watch.”
I couldn’t believe how things were unfolding. Not only had my wife just let me fuck her best friend, she was thanking us for letting her watch.
My dick was soft now, and the gentle contractions of Laura’s pussy were pushing me out of her. My dick fell free, followed by a small flood of our combined juices. I moved out of the way, practically falling on the bed next to Laura. Rachel, however, quickly moved between Laura’s legs and got down on her elbows. She was watching my sperm flow out of her friend.
“It looks a lot sexier than it feels,” she said to me. “Now I understand why you like to look at me right after we have sex.” She was seeing the whole experience from a new vantage point and she enjoyed what she saw. I leaned over to Laura, my face inches from hers and thanked her. I planted a deep, passionate kiss on her mouth. I felt her tongue slip through her parted lips and seek out mine. We kissed in the afterglow of what we had just done. When we parted, I looked down her body to see Rachel still watching her pussy. The idea of Rachel looking at her that way started getting me hard again. It was slower this time, but I was responding. When I rolled over onto my back to rest, my dick didn’t flop wetly onto my stomach. Rachel noticed.
“Ready for more?” she asked with a wicked grin.
“How can I help not wanting more? I’m in bed with two beautiful naked women.”
“But can you keep both of us satisfied?” Rachel asked.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Laura replied.
The whole situation was getting more exciting by the moment. Could Rachel really be suggesting that being with Laura wasn’t to be just a one time event? In response to my mental question,Rachel crawled over onto me to kiss me. I could feel my partial erection slide wetly along her stomach and bush. I got harder when I realized the wetness we were feeling was from Laura’s pussy. Rachel pressed her body against mine and kissed me, wriggling herself against me in the process. In spite of just cumming with Laura, I was ready to have my wife again.
Rachel turned to Laura and offered, “We’re going to do it again. Want to watch – a little closer this time?”
Laura’s face lit up. “I’d like that.”
Laura got up, leaving a wet spot on the sheet. Rachel rolled over onto the spot where I had just made love to her friend. Usually, Rachel didn’t like the feeling of the wet spot on the sheets. Tonight, it didn’t seem to bother her. What made that even more amazing was that most of that wet spot was made by another woman. Rachel spread her legs so I moved into position between them, preparing to penetrate her. Laura’s voice stopped me.
“Can I put it in?” she asked. I froze and my dick throbbed. She was asking if she could put my dick into Rachel’s pussy. I looked first to Laura, then to Rachel. Rachel nodded. Laura reached out for my dick, now fully hard again. It was still wet from her pussy. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t have been able to perform again so quickly, especially after so many times today. The whole situation was so exciting that my body was responding in surprising ways. Laura held my erection in one hand. The other hand reached for Rachel’s pussy and spread it open. The sight of Laura’s hand touching Rachel’s pussy was driving me to new heights of excitement. I wondered if I would cum before I got inside Rachel.
Laura was pulling on my dick, trying to insert it. I moved with her, leaning forward. She didn’t insert it right away. First, she rubbed it up and down Rachel’s slit. I think she did it more to watch what that looked like than to gather Rachel’s lubrication. I was so excited now, watching Laura rub my dick against my wife’s pussy. She seemed to be putting a lot of effort into moving the head over Rachel’s clit, much to Rachel’s enjoyment. Finally, she pushed me lower and I felt the head captured by my wife’s opening. Still, Laura held on. I pushed forward, entering Rachel’s pussy. Laura relaxed her grip slightly, but my dick was sliding through her fingers into Rachel. When I pulled back, my dick was still sliding inside her grip. We did this for a few strokes, my dick spreading Rachel’s juices onto Laura’s hand. It felt like Laura was masturbating me with Rachel’s pussy. I didn’t know how much of this I could take.
Finally, Laura released my dick but mirrored Rachel’s earlier position by putting her head down on Rachel’s stomach. She was still watching my dick move in and out of Rachel’s lips with rapt attention.
“You’re right, this looks so sexy,” she breathed. Rachel moaned in response. I did my best to think of something else so I didn’t cum right away. Fortunately, I had recently enjoyed a few orgasms so I had a little time on my side. As I began screwing Rachel faster, Laura didn’t move. The motion was causing her head to bob as I thrust against Rachel but she stayed there… watching.
I looked to Rachel, who was watching Laura. Nobody spoke. It was almost silent in the room, our motion making the only sound. I reached out with one hand and stroked Laura’s cheek. The silkiness of her skin was delightful. She cooed in appreciation. I ran my fingers through her silky hair. Rachel put her hand on Laura’s shoulder. The three of us were again joined by touch.
“Let her know when you’re about to cum,” Rachel told me. Then, to Laura, “you’ll want to hold his balls when he shoots in me. It feels really good.”
Laura, still watching where we were joined, just nodded. After a few more minutes, she spoke again.
“This looks sooo sexy.”
“Mmm-hmm,” Rachel agreed.
Rachel lifted up on her elbows to get a better look herself. I lovingly touched Rachel’s cheek, just as I had touched Laura’s earlier. She looked at me and smiled. No other words were spoken until I was ready to cum.
“I’m gonna shoot,” I announced.
“Cup his balls, but be gentle,” Rachel urged Laura. She had to get up to reach, but Laura did just that. Her eyes were still fixed on the base of my dick sticking out of Rachel’s pussy.
Her gentle grasp on my testicles had the same effect as Rachel’s touch had before. I began cumming almost at once.
“He’s cumming inside you right now,” Laura announced. Rachel responded by attacking her clit with two fingers, desperate to cum with me. I could feel myself spurting but I wondered if I was really shooting very much after all the orgasms I had enjoyed that day. Laura kept fondling me and Rachel came loudly right after I did. Laura sat up on her knees and kissed me while I was still inside Rachel. It was strange having my dick inside one woman and my tongue inside another. Strange, but nice.
We both looked down at Rachel to see her smiling at us.
“I like sharing,” my wonderful wife announced.
“I’m glad you share,” I told her. I pulled out of her pussy and Laura moved into position to watch the aftermath of our lovemaking. As I thought, there wasn’t much, but a little whiteness could be seen seeping through her distended lips. Laura reached out to touch it. Rachel jumped when Laura’s finger contacted her pussy. Laura giggled.
“I just wanted to feel how warm it is,” she explained. Rachel relaxed. I marveled at how comfortable we had become with each other’s bodies in the last few hours.
After that last performance, I was finished for the night. Fortunately, the women were as well. While we were lying around, Rachel and I next to each other and Laura on her stomach between Rachel’s legs, I let out a yawn. The girls laughed, but Rachel said, “I guess I’m tired, too. How about you, Laura? Ready to go to sleep?”
“Uh-huh,” Laura responded. She got up and headed for the bathroom. I kissed Rachel before commenting that I needed to go as well.
“Go ahead,” Rachel urged.
“I can wait for Laura to finish,” I said.
Rachel made a moue. “So you can fuck her, but you can’t share a bathroom with her?” She smiled. “Go ahead. I’ll be there in a minute,” she added as she shoved me in that direction.
I tapped lightly on the open door before entering. I still felt a little shy in spite of the intimacy we had just shared. Laura turned to look.
“Come on in,” she urged. “There’s nothing here you haven’t already seen.”
“True,” I agreed. I peed while she washed her hands and face. When I finished and turned around, I saw she had been watching me in the mirror. She just smiled when she saw she was caught. She gave me a light peck on the cheek as I took my turn at the lavatory. She stood behind me, pressing her nude form against my back. If I hadn’t been so exhausted, I would have risen to the occasion. We walked back to the bed together.
“So how will this work?” I asked the ladies.
Rachel piped up. “I’m sleeping next to you.”
“I wanted to sleep next to him,” Laura complained.
“Ladies, ladies, there is enough of me to go around. How about I sleep in the middle?”
They were agreeable to that, so I turned out the main light and crawled over Rachel to lie between the two of them. Laura pulled up the covers as Rachel turned off the lamp. Rachel turned towards me and draped one leg over mine. I could feel the wetness between her legs against my leg. Laura did the same on my left, with the same results.
“This is nice,” I commented. Two contented sighs came in response. With that, we were all soon asleep.
I’d like to say we woke up during the night and screwed until dawn, but the truth is that we were all tired and slept through the night. The long drive and then the sex had worn me out. Laura’s day had turned into an emotional roller coaster when we had arrived, and Rachel was just plain tired. It was well after sunrise when we woke.
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Ravishing Her

This was just a spur of the moment story I wrote when my girlfriend/lover Jennifer was sending me dirty pics and my imagination got the better of me. Shhh, she doesn’t know it’s here 😉

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Deal with a Demon pt. 1

This story is about a demon man turning a femboy into his slave sissy. There will be plenty of anal and what not. All characters are above the age of 18. This story is based on true event that take place some time in the near future.

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First Black Man

This was in New Orleans, whilst on a week long conference. I had been travelling for over two weeks by the end of the conference, and feeling in need of some sexy fun. For some months my husband and I had debated various sexy escapades we could enjoy in the future, and the inevitable cliché of interracial fun was pretty high on the list. He had no desire to meet a couple or invite a female to join us, so we agreed that at some point it would (maybe) be a black male joining us. This incident rather shortcut that plan.
On the last night of the conference I had seen enough of colleagues for another year, so decided to skip the last night bash. The hotel had a spa which offered a massage service, and I had decided early in the week to enjoy a long massage on my last night in the city.
I had booked a 45 minute session as late as I could, which was the next to last session.
I took a shower before going down to the spa, and threw on a thin dress for the elevator ride. When I walked in I was greeted by a good looking black guy aged around 55 I would guess. He introduced himself as Jonny and showed me to one of the massage rooms. He left me with a huge soft towel, and told me I could keep my underwear in place or remove it. I think it was pretty obvious from my erect nipples that I was certainly not wearing a bra, but I smiled at him and thanked him for the option.
When Jonny returned I was lying on the massage table with the towel covering me from my breasts to upper thighs, and no underwear. Jonny began massaging me at my shoulders and neck, relaxing me in a few minutes, and then moved to my feet to work on my legs. He was a very good masseur and a charming man, who was both amusing and sexy. As he worked deeper into my tissue I began to feel a little aroused after two weeks of non stop work and over 10,000 miles of air travel.
When Jonny asked me to turn onto my front, I lifted the towel and just rolled over exposing my nakedness to him. He placed the towel over my butt, and began work on my shoulders and back, then started on my legs. When he started on my calf muscles he spread my legs slightly so that he could get his hands around my legs, and when he reached my thighs I felt a tingle in my pussy. His work was professional but also intimate, and as he worked further up each thigh I sensed a pleasant tension between us.
When he told me to turn onto my back again, I had no desire to cover my breasts so rolled over and placed the towel casually across my hips. Jonny being very correct arranged the towel across me, and recommenced his massage. As he worked at my shoulders I slowly lifted the towel inch by inch until I felt that he would have a great view when he returned to my legs.
He lingered at my shoulders as he worked on my torso, and eventually began working in my upper arms. In doing so he brushed against the sides of my breasts and then began gently caressing them arousing me ever more. When he told me that he would finish the massage on my legs I anticipated with pleasure his reaction to the view between my legs.
As soon as he began to massage my legs I parted my thighs slightly allowing him a near perfect view of my pussy, and he had barely begun treating my calf muscles when he moved to my thighs. Allowing him room to manoeuvre meant opening my legs a little further again, and when he reached the top of my legs I could feel his hands brushing gently against my labia. I was already very moist, and not a little horny, so my reaction to this was to tighten my butt muscles, and push my lips against his tentative touch. When he asked me to turn onto my stomach again I moaned aloud in frustration.
When he took his position at the head of the table, I decided to put my arms over my head and leave my hands on the table edge. Jonny rested against the table as he worked my shoulders again, and I could feel the heat of his muscular legs against my hands.
As he continued my massage I began to gently rub my fingers against his outer thigh. He was wearing sweatpants, and I soon found the outline of his jockeys. Following it slowly around his leg with my right hand I found a lovely bulge filling his pants. When I rested my fingers there for a moment he reacted by pushing gently against me, so I resumed my exploration with more confidence.
Using both hands now I moved his growing erection so that it stood flat against his stomach. In this position I could explore its length and girth, which was quite delightful.
He was now caressing my shoulders and neck, rather than massaging me, so I propped myself on my elbows to enjoy my next move. I pulled the drawstring on his sweats and slowly pushed both sweats and jockeys down over his hips. When his beautiful knob peaked out I was delighted, and whispered to him ‘That’s lovely’.
When I pushed his clothes below his butt his cock dropped into position pointing straight at my face. I cupped his sac in one hand and began kissing and licking his knob. His cock was a delightful size, not huge, just a great toy. When I took his shaft in my mouth it was a perfect introduction to sex with a black lover.
I kissed and sucked him for probably 15 minutes, as I was enjoying it as much as Jonny, especially when he began leaking juice onto my tongue. At this point I moved into a sitting position on the table, and then leaned back on my elbows offering him my very wet pussy. He stepped into place between my thighs and pushed his cockhead against my lips. When I raised my legs to give him easier access he pushed all the way home. As he began his slow thrusting movement, the sight that I enjoyed was wonderful – his black shaft stretching my lips as it disappeared and reappeared, each time covered with more of my love juice.
I came long before Jonny, but so enjoyed watching him continue to pleasure me, it was one of the most erotic moments of my life. As he gathered pace towards ejaculation, my own pleasure sent me to another orgasm just before he moaned aloud and I felt his cock twitch deep inside me. At that point he pulled his cock from me and fired a stream of semen all over my belly and pussy lips.
We barely had time for me to take him in my mouth to taste the last drops of semen mixed with my own juice, when his last client of the day arrived.
My legs were still a little wobbly in the elevator to my room. My thin dress was sticking to the semen plastered on my belly, and I was grateful that Jonny had the good sense to withdraw and ejaculate over me. It could have been a nervous couple of weeks had he not!!!!
I decided to keep this encounter to myself until I felt the timing right to share it with my husband, (which was after our first interracial 3sum). I guess it was not surprising that it felt much more erotic as a secret, than it did once shared.
I returned to the same hotel a year later for the same conference but Jonny was gone, and nobody could tell me where!!!

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Whoring Around Hogwarts

Hey I’m a student from Sydney who loves writing literotica. This is my first story so go easy on me! If you’re criticizing keep it constructive, I’m always happy to improve my writing. To improve my English I’ve turned off Spell and Grammar check on word, so there may be some errors. Chapter 2 will be uploaded soon.

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The Love of a Sister

Id be lying if I said I have never thought of my sister Audrey in a manner no younger brother should think of his big sis. But, then again, we haven’t always acted the way we’ve been told a brother and sister should act.
When Audrey was 15 and I was 14 we made out one night when our parents left us alone. It wasn’t a sexual type of thing at that point though. .we were just watching a movie together and I made a comment about how sloppy the man and woman on the screen looked as they kissed. Audrey said something along the lines of.. “have you ever kissed a girl yet?”. I said “no” and she moved closer to me on the sofa and said, “well, I have, and it really is a sloppy thing to do..wanna see“? Then she leaned in close, her lips slightly apart and pressed them to mine. Instinctively, I leaned my head slightly to the left and kissed her back. My first kiss. With our lips together, I urgently tried to control my racing mind and call upon the memory of all the kisses I had seen in the hundreds of movies I had watched in my life. Not a single movie kiss came to my mind, I was blank. I had no idea what I was doing, but I know I loved how Audrey’s lips felt pressed against mine. So soft, and warm with just a slight amount of moisture between us. Then, just as I thought this was all there was to kissing a girl, I felt her lips open a little further and, as I followed her cue, I parted mine as well. What happened next, to say was a shock, would be a huge understatement. As our opened mouths created a seal from which no air could escape, I felt her tongue slowly making its way into my mouth.. Without knowing what my job was, without even thinking, as if acting on its own, my tongue also moved to meet hers.. Our tongues met just inside my teeth line and slowly circled each ether, moving around and around in and between our mouths. It was all instinct from this point forward. My hands moved to the back of her head, gently caressing it and gently pulling it closer making our lips connect even harder. Our tongue movement became more fervent as we kissed each other deeper and deeper not even stopping as we each moved our heads from one side to another. We stayed like this for what seemed an eternity but no where near as long as I wanted it to last. I began to feel a funny feeling between my legs and realized I had a hard on like no other I had had before and there was a cold wet feeling in my boxers too… I sort of freaked out at this point, but I didn’t want Audrey to know so I just slowly pulled my lips away from hers and ended the kiss. Still face to face, only an inch apart, we stayed still, looking into each others eyes. She had a look of disappointment on her face, but there was something else there too. Something I didn’t recognize. Not knowing what to do or say, I just muttered..”wow”..and stood up and half walked, half ran to my room, shutting the door firmly behind me. That night, I jerked off for the first time with nothing in my mind except my sister. That night, I had the biggest orgasm of my life. That was 4 years ago. We never repeated that night or even mentioned it again to each other in all those years.
Now I am 18. A senior in High School, top of my class and heading for Stanford University in the fall. Audrey is 19, More beautiful than ever, and a freshman at the University of Michigan. It was a Saturday night, Audrey was home for the weekend to do some laundry and eat real food and sleep in her own bed. I was always happy when she care home. I couldn’t believe how beautiful she stayed as she grew into a woman. But, except for that one night all those years ago, I never really gave any true thought to ever being able to feel her lips against mine again. Sure I fantasized about it..I fantasized about it many many times. Many t-shirts were stained from the product of my fantasizing about my sexy older sister.
This weekend It was just her and I at home. Mom and Dad were gone on a retreat for 10 days. I was doing what I always did on the weekends.. Ignoring the phone calls and unrelenting requests to go out with my friends, choosing instead to stay home and prepare for the upcoming exams at school. Audrey was doing who knows what, in her room. I couldn’t help but letting my mind wander and wonder if she ever thought of me like I think of her. I started to get a hard on and slowly I laid back in my bed and let my hands make their way down the front of my pants, grasping tightly around my now rock hard cock.. I had just began to move it up and down inside my pants when a light nock came on my door. I jumped, startled, sat up quick, threw my laptop over my lap to conceal my boner and said, “come in”. It was Audrey, of course.. She had on the cutest yellow sundress, and as she stood in my doorway, with the lights from the hall behind her, I could faintly see the outline of her panties beneath it.. “hey bro, im bored.” she said, “I was thinking about going to the club or something, you want to go?”… still stunned at how beautiful she looked, and startled at the fact that moments earlier I was about to jerk off thinking about her, I stammered, “nah, I have a lot of studying to get done”… sadly, Audrey replied, stepping out of the doorway and entering my room, “that’s all you ever do, isn’t it? You really need to make some time for fun or your just going to explode and go nuts.. Ive seen it happen to people at school.” Now she was all the way in my room and standing next to my bed. She smelled wonderful, absolutely intoxicating.. “what club were you thinking of going to” I said, robotically as I tried to convince myself that a night of drinking with her would be much better than staring at my computer screen all night. “JR’s, just down the road. Come on” she pleaded, “Pleaeease”.. she was giving me her pouty face. There was no way I could say no. and there was nothing left in me that wanted to either. “OK, but just for an hour or two”, I really do need to study”..I gave in.
The club was loud and crowded, which was ok, because it made it easier for Audrey and I to drink without getting caught. We drank..waaay to much.. Every man in the room looked at Audrey, and I could see it in their eyes..I wasn’t the only one who saw her beauty. Audrey was sloppy drunk well before I was. Right in front of me I witnessed, with disgust, her making out heavily with a boy I sort of recognized from school. I think he graduated the year ahead of me though, with Audrey. I watched as they rammed their tongues down each others throats and hated every second of it, but did nothing about it out of fear that Audrey may realize my jealousy was more than just brotherly love. But, when the assholes hand started fondling her ass, I had enough. I stepped in between them and said, “I think we should get going now sis”… its all I could think of. Audrey looked at me, having a hard time focusing through the effects of the liquor, ran her fingers through my hair and said, pouting, “but I was just starting to have fun!” the boy she had been kissing then spoke up and said, “yea, we were just starting to have fun, get lost dude”… and put his hand to my chest in an attempt to push me away. Apparently he was more drunk then he realized and failed to notice, I was hardly a scrappy little weakling. I filled out pretty good myself in the past few years. I ran everyday, worked out in the gym..and treated my body just as I treated my studies… His shove to my chest didn’t’ budge me an inch. It also pissed off Audrey, who seeing the impending pummeling this guy was about to get, quickly stepped between us, put both her hands on my chest and said, “your right bro, bring me home”… instantly the rage that had welled up inside of me subsided. Her hands on my chest felt wonderfull..but I didn’t let on. Instead, I picked her up, and carried her out of the bar.
It was a short walk home, I carried Audrey the whole way, being careful not to put my hands in places they shouldn’t be. At our front door, I set her down to unlock the door and as I did she muttered something that sounded like, “you’ve got pretty sexy little bro”… I acted like I didn’t hear it though, mostly because I wasn’t sure if that was she said, or if that’s just what I wanted to hear. Once the door was unlocked and opened, I picker her back up, threw her over my shoulder, walked her up to her room and set her down on her bed. That was when I realized just how trashed she was. She was awake, but couldn’t even sit up on her own. With an air of chivalry, I gently laid her down on her bed and pulled a blanked up over her. As I turned to leave she said, “ I cant sleep in all these clothes, will you help me, please”… I was stunned… did my drunk sister, the woman I had lusted after all these years just ask me to help her get undressed? Could I control myself, my urges, my desires enough to do this for her and then just walk away? Of course I could. So I walked back to her bed, pulled back the blanket and helped her sit up in order to unzip the back of her sundress. I nervously, fumbled with the zipper and slowly moved it down, revealing the most perfectly shaped back I had ever seen. Once I reached the point where her braw strap was, I stopped and stared thinking, this one strap is all that separated me from the most perfectly shaped breasts on the face of this earth.. Without acting,, though, I simply unzipped the dress a bit further and asked if she could pull it off herself now. “UGH..I don’t think so, would you please do it for me?” she slurred.. Chuckling nervously, I said, Sure. Moving in front of her, one knee on her bed and one off, I slowly pulled the sun dress over her head and off, throwing it into a pile on the floor. There she was, in front of me, in nothing but a lacy black braw and matching panties, my sweet sweet sister. I couldn’t help myself any longer, I couldn’t control my tongue, without even thinking I said. “damn Audrey, you are absolutely perfect in every way!” and I meant it too, In all the movies I’ve seen, all the music videos I’ve watched and magazines I’ve thumbed through, never have I seen such a perfect specimen of a woman as her. Immediately I felt stupid and embarrassed for saying it, so quickly I added, “sorry”.. I don’t know what I expected her to say back, but I know it wasn’t this.. “don’t be sorry little bro, I’m pretty fond of your body too” and she said it with meaning. She said it without stammering, with a wonderful half smile on her face and looking me straight in the eyes. After a moment of silent, a moment of staring into each others eyes, a moment I never wanted to end, Audrey said, “do you remember that time we kissed each other when we were young”? I was in disbelief. Of course I remembered, I’ve replayed that scene literally thousands of times in my head. “ yes, we were crazy back then, weren’t we” I replied , trying not to show the passion in my voice I was feeling in my head. Silence again. “I think of it all the time” she said quietly, looking away, embarrassed. It was time for me to take control of this situation, and fast. I gently grabbed her chin and moved her head so she we were once again looking each other in the eyes and said, “so do I Audrey. All the time, that was my first kiss, and the best kiss I have ever had” and I smiled at her. Then, I started to get up. My intentions were to leave this wonderful night as it was and retire to my room. Audrey wasn’t’ ready to let that happen though. As I stood up she grabbed my hand and pulled me back to her. I lost my balance a little and fell into her making her lay back on her bed with me half on top of her and half off, our faces only inches apart. “kiss me again” she said. “please”. “just one more time.. I have to know if what I felt that night was just a fluke or if you really are the best kisser in the world”… I didn’t waste a second thinking about it. Softly I moved my lips to hers, slightly parted just as we had done before, all those years ago. Only this time it only took about a second before our tongues were touching, wrestling playfully with each other inside her mouth. I was in heaven! We kissed like that for about 10 minutes, when I began to get a cramp in my leg. so I pulled myself completely up on the bed and on top of her. Her breasts now fully pressed against my chest. Almost immediately as I did this Audrey’s breathing became more forceful and her kiss became much more passionate. I didn’t even think that was possible!
After about 10 more minutes of making out, Audrey pushed out from under me, forcing me on my back. She stared at me from the top, her lace panties pressed right on top of my now hard as a rock cock and began to slowly move her pelvis up and down my clothed shaft as we again kissed like lovers straight out of movie. I came a little almost immediately from the feeling and the knowing that my one and only sisters wet womanhood was rubbing against my manhood. My hands now had a mind of their own. I reached behind her back and grabbed her ass cheeks pushing her down harder on my shaft as I began to rock my pelvis to the right and left in perfect motion with hers. We were now dry fucking..I was dry fucking my sister! And amazingly, If Im not mistaken she was about to have an orgasm! Audrey started shaking all over, she couldn’t even continue kissing me, she buried her head in the pillow next to my head and violently jammed her pelvis up and down on my cock as her entire body trembled and shook. In my ear she said, in short broken words.. “oh my god honey, im coming..im coming!”…
After the orgasm had passed, Audrey looked at me, still on top of me, still slowly moving her pelvis up and down she whispered…”I know this is wrong, but I’ve wanted it for so so long…are you ok with all of this?” I just smiled, brought her lips to mine, and just before the met, I whispered, “yes Audrey, I am very much ok with all of this” and passionately slid my tongue back into her mouth. Seconds later, I felt my sisters hands undoing my belt, and unbuttoning my jeans. I did the only thing I could think of… none of this seemed real to me anymore.. I reached around her back and undid her braw. As the lacy black thing fell off her it revealed the most perfectly shaped breasts I already knew were beneath. Audrey had completely undone my pants and had moved off the top of me in order to pull them completely off , boxers and all. As she was pulling them off I said. “yours too then”.. and she did. I watched as she stood up beside the bed and let her black lace panties fall to the ground. Then, with us both fully naked she got back onto the bed and straddled me once again. This time here bare pussy lips were parted by the shaft of my bare cock. We didn’t move an inch. Not a muscle. We just laid there for a few minutes feeling our naked bodies pressed against each other. And..like a director was telling us what to do, at exactly the same moment, without a word, Audrey lifter her pelvis off my cock, reached down, grabbed it and positioned it just in front of her hole. But before she put me inside her she looked up into my eyes and said.” I love you, I always have”..and then slid down onto the head of my cock. Slowly working herself all the way down, working my shaft completely inside of her. I cant even describe in words how wonderful it felt to finally be completely inside my sister. She was so wet and so hot and still soo tight around me. We seemed like two pieces of a puzzle had finally been fit together. Up and down she slid on me. Up so just the head was still inside her and down completely moving left and right as she took me inside. We were kissing all the while, deeply and passionately. My hands were moving from her smooth as silk small ass cheeks to her perfectly small breasts and wonderfully shaped nipples. For hours we made love to each other. Sometimes with her on top, sometimes with me. We tried every position we knew of, stopping only long enough to orally pleasure each other. She swallowed my cum and I lapped hers up like a little puppy. I lost count of how many times we both came, but I do know that every single time it was at the exact same time as each other. I told her I loved her and always have and she said the same to me. I blew my load inside of her so many times I think by the end I didn’t have a single drop left.
We fucked, screwed, made love until the sun had begun to come up in the east. Then we slept next each other, naked for hours. At a little after noon we woke up together and fucked again and again. She didn’t end up going back to school until Wednesday and called in pretending to be my mother to get me out of class for those days as well. We never left her bed except to eat, but even then we screwed on the kitchen floor, the dining room table and every piece of furniture in the house.
That was 1 year ago. Since then, Audrey and I have made every opportunity to be together. I went to Stanford as planned, Audrey transferred to Berkeley to be closer. We got an apartment together and make love every single night.
I love my sister, and she loves me… Love is enough for us..and it always will be.

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