Published Sex Stories

Dirtyboy127 on Incest Stories

My Mom and Dad divorced when I was real young. I lived with my Mom, Kathy, from the time of the divorce, and Dad moved a few states away. I grew up with my friends constantly commenting on my Mom’s beauty. My best friend always did everything with us. When we were 13, he confessed to me that from the attic window of our house a person could look directly down into our outside shower. He told me he watched my girlfriend showering after swimming in the bay. Most of the houses in our neighborhood around the Jersey shore have outside showers for washing the saltwater off after swimming. Using the information my friend provided me, I planned to watch my girlfriend the next time we went swimming. My Mom, girlfriend, and I went swimming the day after I acquired this new information. We f

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inished swimming, and I went in to go to the bathroom. Hearing the water running, I ran up to the attic. I peered out the window expecting to see my girlfriend, but was met with the sight of my Mom starting to remove her red bikini.

For some unknown reason I just couldn’t seem to turn away. I fleeting thought ran through my head about waiting until my girlfriend, but was quickly dismissed as I watched my Mother reach behind her back undoing her red bikini top. I was frozen with the desire to see more. I was also getting a rock hard dick by what I was watching. With the top removed, my Mother stepped out of her red bottoms. My Mom stepped into the steamy water wetting her long brown hair. I watched as she soaped up her body, around her voluptuous tits, and foamed the small brown patch of hair between her legs. I was held captive by the sight of my mother’s wonderful body. I knew my Mom was sexy, but never truly knew until that day. As I watched her in the shower, I undid my swim trunks releasing my youthful erection. I masturbated to the sight of my own Mother naked. I was 13 at the time, but I never missed an opportunity to watch her over the next 5 years. She showered outside quite often even without swimming. It may have been seeing her remove the red bikini for the first time that caused my infatuation for her in red.

We may have been older me at 18 and Mom at 36, but my desires remained the same. My Mom was 5’4”, firm with perfect breasts, an hourglass figure, nice ass, and shapely legs. One of the features I liked best about my Mother was how her calves ran into her narrow ankles followed by very sexy petite feet. She usually accentuated her legs by wearing high-heels that had tops that wrapped around her ankles. I’m glad my Mom worked in a professional position because she wore heels and a skirt almost everyday to work.

I came home from work one day to find a note from Mom. It read, “Dear Mark, Dinner party tonight after work with the girls. Leftovers in the fridge. Don’t wait up. Love, Mom“. At around 11:30 p.m., I received a call from my obviously intoxicated Mother. She asked if I could possibly pick her up. I said it wouldn’t be a problem, and headed out the door to get her. I arrived at were she was, and found her in the bar waiting for me. She must have decided since I was going to drive to have a few more drinks for the road. My Mom rarely ever drinks so I guessed she was a cheap drunk. I walked her to the car. The whole time we walked I couldn’t help but notice her attire. She had on a red satin short dress, red lipstick, red nail polish, and red ankle wrapping high-heels. As she road next to me in the car, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her beautifully tanned legs. She reclined the seat a bit, and she put her head down. I tried to control my erection, but it was pointless with my Mom sitting next to me looking like a goddess. It only took a moment before my Mother was fast asleep next to me. I tried to wake her after we got home, but it was of no use. I knew I would have to carry her in and put her to bed.

I carried my Mom to her room laying her down on her bed. I undid the straps to her heels, and I pulled them off. My Mother had her toenails painted the same color red as her fingernails. I found her painted toenails to be a perfect compliment to her soft, suntanned feet. I gently caressed her feet for a moment as I got a rock hard erection. I had noticed her skirt had ridden up her legs a little. The site of my Mom was driving me crazy. I left her there to go to the bathroom and masturbate. I took my clothes off, and I began to stroke my dick. I fantasized about the way my Mom was dressed. I pondered whether my Mom was wearing matching red panties. I decided, since I just carried her from the car to the house and she didn’t wake, I could sneak a peek as to what she was really wearing under her dress. I snuck back in to her room leaving my clothes in the bathroom.

My Mom hadn’t moved from the position I left her. I started rubbing her feet again to test if she was still asleep. When she didn’t budge, I gently ran my hand up her leg to her hemline. I gently slid her dress farther up her thigh until her panties came into view. She was wearing the most beautiful pair of tiny, red lace panties. I pushed her dress up even farther until it was up past her waistline. I sat like this for a while just admiring the view. I noticed that my Mom had a perfectly trimmed brown bush underneath the panties. I was in pain my dick was so hard. I started to tease my cock stroking myself just a bit. As I stared at my Mom’s crotch, I stroked myself a little harder. Soon, I shot my cum all over the side of my Mother’s covers. I hoped it would dry before morning. This whole time my Mom never stirred.

I barely began to get soft before my hard-on was back with a vengeance. It slowly put my hand down on my Mom’s thigh near her crotch. I wanted to try to slip my Mom’s pretty red panties to the side so maybe I could get a quick look at her pussy. I slid the tip of my finger down just inside the edge of her panties, and with ease they moved out of the way exposing her beautiful pussy. I could see her all of her, her brown hair, her pink lips, and the bud of her clit. I almost jumped as her legs spread apart opening more of her womanhood to my view. I noticed it looked like my Mom’s vagina was drenched with wetness. Her never moving, I tried to get away reaching up with my other hand to touch the wetness between her legs. My fingertip barely touched her, and I got a lot of her juices on my finger. I brought it to my nose inhaling deeply on her sent. I licked my finger tasting her wonderful taste. I wanted more there was no denying it. I put my finger back again. I touched her a little more. She still lay there undaunted. I gently began working my fingers around the outside of her lips. My fingers were so wet I slipped inside her just a hair. As I did this, her legs spread even more apart giving me better access to her. I slid my finger into my Mother even farther. I got in as far as the second knuckle before slowly pulling it out and sliding it back in. I noticed my Mom’s red painted toes curl into a little fist and then release. Nervous she may wake, I pulled my finger out of her and sucked her juices off of me. I put her panties back over where they belonged and quietly tiptoed toward the door. What happened next scared the hell out of me.

As I was about to reach for the doorknob, I heard someone behind me say, “Thank you for putting my panties back. They were beginning to pinch in that position.” I almost shit. I was busted standing naked with a hard-on in my Mother’s room after invading her privacy. I turned around trying to think of some dumb excuse. I was met by the gaze of my mother sitting up on the bed, and swinging those pretty red panties around her finger. I timidly got out, “Mom, I…huh” She sat for a moment with this evil little grin still spinning the panties around her finger. She broke the silence with, “You know it does taste even better coming from the source”. She flipped the panties at me, stood up, and pulled the red satin dress over her head. She flopped back down on the bed with her legs spread. Her evil little returned, “Well, are you gonna come over here and make Mommy cum, or am I going to do it myself?” I went to her there on the bad and put my mouth between her legs. I ate her sloppy wet pussy to orgasm sucking hard to get all her juice out of her. I was amazed at how wet she was. I had never felt a pussy that wet before in my life. She was soaked. Her scent was most appealing. I could have just laid there inhaling on her. But she had other ideas.

My Mom grabbed me and pulled me up onto her body. She looked into my eyes and very seductively asked me to fuck her. “Mark please fuck me. I want you to, but I won’t ask you to do something you don’t want. If you are afraid to go any farther I will understand. However, I want you to know that I want to. I will have no regrets. Most importantly, I want you to understand it will not affect my relationship with you. Nothing will ever change that,” she whispered to me with her eyes closed. She had her legs wrapped around my waist and crossed behind my back. The head of my cock was just touching the entrance of her vagina, and with every beat of my pounding heart it twitched making contact with her flesh. “This is what I want Mom”, I told her as I slammed deep into her with one powerful thrust. I was fucking her hard as we bounced off the bed. I was not the most vocal when screwing, but Mom was. All I heard was, “Fuck me Mark, that’s it, harder, harder, try to break me in half with that beautiful cock. Oh my God, you’re making me cum. My son is making me cum. Give it to Mommy.”

I was getting very close to feeling an orgasm coming on. I told her I was getting close. As I was pounding in out of her wonderful feeling pussy, she told me in a panting voice, “Mark, you have one more decision to make. You need to decide if you want to cum inside or outside of me. I personally want you to cum inside me. I really want to feel your cock pulse with cum deep inside me. The decision is yours alone. If you want to cum inside me, you need to know I’m unprotected. I’m fertile, ovulating, and will get pregnant. I want to feel you pump your cum into me so badly though.” In a soft voice whispered into her ear, “Inside”. She pulled her legs tighter around my back holding me to her as I shot a huge load deep into her pussy. I pulsed and pulsed as I came inside my fertile Mother.

I pulled out of her and sat between her legs. She sat up a little and I noticed a bit of cum ooze out from her pussy. She noticed the look of concern as I stared at it. That was when she said she had a few confessions to make. “Mark,” she said, “I want you to know the only drink I had tonight was when I waited for you to pick me up. I don’t want you to think I’m drunk. I hoped if I pretended to be asleep that you would try something. I was getting so turned on feeling your hands explore my body. I know you watched me for a long time in the outside shower. I also watched you out there. I think you need to know that I really do want to get pregnant. I want to get pregnant by you. I waited until just the right time when I was most fertile to try this. The most important confession I have to tell you is that you are adopted so don‘t be afraid if I am pregnant. Your father couldn’t have kids so we adopted you. This is the only time you will have had sex with me as my son. From now on, if want to continue, you could have sex with me as my lover. I have always loved you. I stopped dating years ago when I found how my feelings for you were.”

We had sex two more times that night. Mom did get pregnant. We have since sold the house, and moved to a different town. Kathy is now my wife, and we have two beautiful kids together.


Hot Firetruck Sex

Romantica on Wife Stories

Since joining the local fire department a few years ago, my wife and I have always wanted to have sex in one of the fire trucks. Well one night we found ourselves alone in the lounge and after a few drinks, my petite brunette wife said, “Now’s our chance, we’re doing it in the truck”.

We proceeded to the bay and I opened the door to the cab of the engine. My wife was wearing a sexy short dress

My Mother-in-Law

MIQ on Incest Stories

I have been married for more than 10 years. Being the only son-in-law in the family, my relationship with my mother-in-law has always been good. She is in her early 50s, about 5ft tall and quite honestly with just an average body.

I have always seen my mother-in-law as a typical decent mother with sagging breasts, a tummy with a paunch and an ass that shows her age.

All this view changed one day.

It was about 1pm  in the afternoon when I dropped by at her place after meeting a client of mine. Tired and hungry after a long meeting, I had expected to get some hot meal from her. I rang the d

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oorbell and within a few minutes she opened the door.

After changing some pleasantries and a quick chat, I sat down at the sofa and turned on the TV. It seems she is all alone this afternoon, my father-in-law has gone out about half an hour earlier to attend a meeting in a nearby town.

As she went into the kitchen, I noticed that she had just had her bath with her hair still wet and the towel hanging at the chair. Wearing a long dress which she normally does after her bath, she came back to the living room with a glass of cold water in her hand.

As she bent down to leave the glass on the table, her dress was hanging loose giving me an unexpected full view of her breasts. Stunned at the sight, I kept looking at them not giving a thought if she might notice my staring. This is the first time I had actually seen her full naked breasts. I must say that for a woman in her 50s, she has breasts that are still firm and definitely not sagging at all. Her tits are brownish red and perky.

She left the drinks on the table and began arranging the stack of magazine on the table, all this time bending down. It was like she wants me to continue to see her breasts.

My 7inch prick is reacting very fast to this sight. The bulge in my pants is getting very obvious. She finally finished arranging the magazines and as she was about to go, gave me a smile and went to her room.

I had always harboured a thought wanting to see her naked. Although she may have just an average body, just the thought of fucking her can make me hard and cum easily. I got up from the sofa and slowly made my way to her room door. It was left slight opened. Through the opening, I saw a sight that made me breathe very fast.

There she was standing naked with just a panty on. Her naked body was in full view in front of me. She had her back to me and the view was just magnificent. Her ass may not be model like, but they are firm enough to grab and squeeze hard. I just stood there looking at her putting some powder on her body and getting ready.

It was at this point when she turned and saw me looking through the door. A moment of silence followed before she grabbed the dress she had on earlier from the bed and covered herself. She just looked at me. I knew that this is now or never.

I just opened the door and entered the room. She asked what I was doing. Before too much was said, I started taking off my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. Just me in my boxers standing in front of my mother-in-law which I am going to fuck. She told me to get out and that my father-in-law might come back. There was no turning back now.

I grabbed her and pushed her to the bed. As I grabbed both her hands, I started kissing her mouth. She struggled a bit, trying to refuse me. I moved on to her breasts and started kissing and fondling them. She started to moan and kept saying this is wrong. I continued squeezing her breasts and sucking her tits. Her moans started to get louder and her resistance getting lesser. I let go of her breasts and went further down. She tried to stop me from pulling down her panties. I was just going wild at the thought of fucking her that nothing can stop me. With a slight force, I pulled down her panties all the way and exposed her beautiful vagina. The sight of her vagina and trimmed hair made me lose control.

I spread her legs apart and started to lick her cunt. Her cunt was so wet that I had to wipe them dry a little and started to eat her again. She started to moan louder when suddenly she just got up and pulled me to her. She pushed me on the bed and went down to my croth. Taking my hard dick in her hands, she started to kiss it wildly and started giving me a blowjob. It was just mind blowing. I pulled her legs to me forming a 69. She had no idea what this was. I told to keep sucking my prick. I pulled her cunt to my mouth and started tongue fucking her. She was in ecstasy the way she moved her ass.

All this action was just too much for me. I can feel my balls were about to explode. I got up from the bed and placed her doggy style at the end of the bed, my favourite position. Grabbing her ass, I pulled them apart to get a full view of her cunt and ass. For now, it will just be the vagina to get fucked. I slowly pushed my head into her cunt and stopped halfway. She was moaning in ecstasy. With slow movement I puished my dick all the way in until her ass touched my balls. She moaned harder and told me to be gentle. She said that "your father-in-law is only half your size."

After a few slow movements, I had lost my patience and started pumping her as hard as I could. The sound of my balls ramming againgst her ass and her moans made me even wilder. With one final thrust, I unloaded all my juice into her. She moaned and asked me not to stop. I pumped her as hard as I could for the next few minutes and finally took out my spent dick and lay on the bed next to her. Her eyes still closed, she said that she had never been fucked that way ever.

I kissed her on the mouth and told her to expect more of this from now on. As I got up and stood beside the bed, she opened her eyes and looked at me. Wiping her cunt with her panties that was on the bed, she sat up and put her hands on my hips. She pulled me to her and started to lick my dick. 

As she got up, she took my hand and went to the bathroom for a bath.  

I knew that after this everything has changed between me and my mother-in-law. My visits to her in the afternoon are more frequent now and it always ends up with an afternoon bath. It was after one of these afternoon that I finally managed to fulfill my other fantasy.

My fantasy to fuck my mother-in-law came true. Now I want to fulfil my other fantasy.... to fuck her in the ass.

  

Start of Something New

x0FoRbiDdEN0x on Incest Stories

--NOTE: This story is completely FICTIONAL.

    I awoke from my deep slumber to sounds of my parents' shouts. "They're at it, again.." I thought to myself. For a while now, all my parents did was fought constantly. I was only 15 years old at the time, but I understood what was inevitably going to happen. Sure enough, my parents did divorce.

    I have always had a close relationship with my father. He almost always gave me everything I wanted & more. So, of course, I decided to live with my father after the divorce. I was so distraught over my parents' divorce, but my dad was always there to console me. Let me give you a

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quick description of my 15 year old self.. At 15, I stood 5'3" & weigh around 140 pounds, I wasn't heavy, but I did have extra meat on my bones. My breasts were 38DD's &stood proudly, with no sagging. I wasn't a bad looker if I do say so myself. I got quite a few looks from boys & men. My father was quite a looker himself. He was about 5'9" &weighed about 180 pounds. He had stronger muscular arms accented with an arm band tattoo. He has short light brown hair &he always shaved his facial hair. He worked out every week at our local gym, plus he swam every day during the summer in our backyard swimming pool. Everyone always said I got my looks from him.

    For a while now, I've been fantasizing about what he would be like in bed. Ever since my hormones kicked in, I've wanted to give him my cherry. Well, one night, I was following my nightly routine of masturbation, & of course, I was fantasizing about my big, strong Daddy. I was trying to stifle my moans as I was furiously friggin my clit while rapidly fingering my moist cunt. As my body froze in orgasm, I moaned something I did every night. "Oh, Daddy !" This night, though, I moaned it too loudly, as I was about to find out. My bedroom door busted open with my dad breathing heavily. "Shit," I said to myself. "Are you ok, Baby ?" He asked, looking very concerned. I panted, trying to regain enough sense to speak. Before any words could come from my mouth, he must have registered what I was really doing. "Oh my God, Baby, I.. "I'm sorry, I'll uh, let you get back to that..." I slightly smiled to myself as he closed the door.

    A few minutes later, I had cleaned up the sweat & sweet nectar from my body. I put a fresh thong on & threw on one of my daddy's shirts. I checked myself in my mirror & smirked. I looked good, there was no way he could resist this. I quickly ran downstairs to the living room where my father was watching a war movie on the tv. I sat by him & cuddled up next to him, laying my head on his strong arm. I noticed almost immediately that he felt very uncomfortable with me so close to him, now. "Daddy.." I said in my soft, provocative little girl voice. "Hm, what is it, Sweetie ?" He answered quietly. "Uhm, about earlier.." I started, but I didn't know how to finish the sentence. "Don't worry about it, Hun. I've forgotten about it." He looked down at me & gave me his warm fatherly smile. "Ok, Daddy, thank you." I smiled & raised up & gave him a small peck on his soft lips. My pussy instantly started to tingle. I started to feel more brave & I kissed him again, only with passion. He started to pull away. "What are you doing, Olivia !" He spoke sternly.

    I sat there, unable to speak. "Daddy.. I uh.. I.. I'm sorry. I've always liked you, Daddy." There, I finally said it. I bit my bottom lip afraid of what he was about to say. His expression softened after a few minutes. I let out a breath of relief. He embraced me in a tight hug. "Oh, Baby, I feel the same way. We just can't, it's wrong, so wrong. I can get into a lot of trouble." He sounded so sincere. I melted into his arms. "But, Daddy, I love you, shouldn't we share that affection with pleasure ?" I smirked to myself once again. I was going to sleep with my dad & it was going to be tonight.

    It took him a while to respond to my comment. "Baby," he said as we parted from our hug. "I love you so much, & I've lusted after you for a long time, I would love to make love to you, but it's just so wrong." This angered me alittle. Here he was, telling me he wanted to, but he just wasn't going to. "Daddyyy.." I spoke with a little of my famous pout. "It's only wrong if someone finds out, & I won't tell anyone. I'm a virgin, Daddy, & I only want you."

    That hit him. I noticed a bulge in his khaki pants, only it wasn't a small bulge, it was huge. My dad was hung ! He must've been at least 9 or 10 inches but about 1 1/2 or 2 inches a round. I was instantly creaming. I bit my lower lip as I remained staring at his large cock. He noticed me staring at the monster & laughed. "You like Daddy's nice cock ?" All I could do was nod my head. My eyes didn't leave the monster as I removed the shirt form my body. I heard Daddy gasp. My nipples were hardened from my intense longing for my Daddy's monster cock. I felt my father reach for my breasts & begin to massage them with his strong hands. I moaned with pleasure. "Do you like that, Baby Girl ?" He moaned as he mauled my large breasts. "Yesss.." I hissed. My cunt was flowing with its juices as my Daddy molested my breasts & nipples.

    My hands found their way down to my father's pants. I managed to unbutton & unzip his pants & his monstrous cock bounced from it. I smirked & licked my lips. I was hungry. Hungry for cocjk. My Daddy's cock. I began slowly, just licking to huge mushroom-like head. Then I began to lick the long, thick shaft, first underneath, then all around. I finally moved to his heavy balls &started to tongue them. I heard my dad moan. "That's it, Baby, lick my cock & balls." He said this in a gruff tone, somewhat sexy. I then smirked at him &looked him in the eyes as I raised my head back up to the crown of his cock. I opened my mouth wide, then I stopped. "Do you want it, Daddy ?" I teased him. He slammed his hand on the back of my head, forcing me to take him al the way down my throat. I gagged alittle at first, but got use to the feeling of invasion by the monster.

More to come..

 

My Brother and I

incest_taboo_virgin_16 on Virgin Stories

It was around 6PM when mom and dad left for their vacation and left Steven in charge of me. I always hated when they did that,I was never allowed to do anything or have anyone over and it was torture spending more than 15 minutes with my brother.He was 25 and still lived with me and our parents.I have to say he's good looking though;short black hair,gorgeous green eyes and a body to die for and a lady killer so to speak.I on the other hand am 14 and I have long brown hair,brown eyes,36C boobs and a tight ass...innocent little virgin who has never been kissed or even touched by a boy.

After my parents left my brother headed to the kitchen for the liquor

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cabinet;wearing his ripped jeans and a black wifebeater tank top.I just rolled my eyes as I walked in behind him going to the fridge for a soda wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of tight shorts.

"You know when they come back your gonna be in some shit right?Especially since your drinking dads most expensive bottle" I say as i hop onto the kitchen counter.

"Well, he wont know cause I'll go get him another bottle"my brother said with a smile as he moved between my legs to grab a knife to open the bottle.

As he moved away from me,his strong hand rubbed against my exposed legs and caused a shiver that went right down my back as he poured both of us a shot and smiled handing me one.We bothe drank them down and moved into the living room where my brother finished up the bottle as I laid my head on his lap,his hands traveling up and down them as i felt his cock growing under my head.I looked up and smiled to him as i sat up and kissed his lips.

"I'm going to bed its late"I said as I stood from the couch seeing the disappoinment on his face.

"No...come on baby sis stay with me"he says as he stands up and wraps his arms around my waist.

"No,I have to get up early tomorrow" I say as I look at the clock and see that its almost 2AM.

"Fine...but you can sleep in my room" my brother says as we walk upstairs and when we get to his room he unbuttons my shorts and lets them fall to the floor as I roll my eyes and lay on his bed not wanting to argue.

Before I know it my brother is laying in bed with me naked.Kissing on my shoulders as he quickly turns me onto my back and starts making out with me,rubbing my clit through my panties as I try to push him away.He continues until i'm moaning and pleasure as he rips off my panties and aims his 12 inch long 3 inch round cock to my virgini pussy before I can tell him to stop...

*to be continued*

Tracy gets her older brother 2

babyoil1975 on Erotic Poems

   I had just unloaded into my little sisters, Tracy, tight, young pussy and she was wrapped around me, holding onto my neck and her legs around my waist. My eight inches still buried in her. “Oh, God, Steven, this is the most wonderful feeling I have ever had”. We started kissing again, this time with a little less urgency. Her pussy was clenching my cock like a fist and she was still having little orgasms. I needed to re-adjust my grip on her as she was starting to slip. The wall was about all that was holding her up. I reached under her ass further with both hands and hoisted her up. One of my middle fingers felt the very back of that leaking cum soaked slit getting it just a little wet. ‘Let’s see’ I thought and mov

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ed it back to the little bud of her ass and slipped it in. As I did I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she groaned, MMMMMMMmmmmm, way back in her throat. ‘I want to have more of this’, I thought, got us away from the wall and carried her over to the day bed. I sat her on the edge of the bed and she lay back, all the while looking at me. I slowly, no, reluctantly pulled my cock from her amid her whispered protests and my promise of more to come.

   I leaned over her and placed my lips on hers kissing her deeply. She reached up to put her arms around me, but I pushed them back to her sides. I then started in on her neck and slowly moved down her boy licking and kissing along the way. I cupped one breast in my hand and sucked and kissed the other The nipples on Tracy’s pert tits were standing straight up demanding attention and I gave them all they needed and more. I was now lightly biting the nipples and with each one a small moan of pleasure passed through her throat. I moved further down leaving those lovely tits alone for now and was having a tough time taking my time as I wanted a taste of that, until just recently, virgin pussy. I truly love eating a girls pussy and the fact that it was filled with my cum made it all that much more inviting. I was now on my knees with a leg on each shoulder and got my first good look at the object of my desire. Shaved clean! ‘Lovely’, I thought. There was a trickle of cum coming from the bottom and running into the crack of her ass. That is where I will start, I decided and raising and spreading her legs in I dove. When my tongue made contact with the rosebud of her ass there was a sharp intake of air from her. I pushed and finally got my tongue past the ring of her asshole. I wiggled it back and forth a few times letting her know that was what I wanted. “Oh, Steven, that feels good.” I was glad to hear that as now I knew that at a later date I would be balls deep in that still virgin ass.

   I pulled my tongue from her ass and flattened it against that little piece of skin separating it from her pussy and moved up, getting a taste of my cum. As I got to the opening of her pussy I cupped my tongue and pushed it into her sucking my and her juices into my mouth. Oh, it tasted sooo good. I held the bounty in my mouth and raised up to share it with Tracy. I was also pushing her legs back towards her shoulders and got to her mouth to kiss her and let her, also, taste our combined nectar. I slid my again hard cock along her sweetness as if fucking her, only keeping my steel outside. As our tongues danced delighting in the taste of our first coupling she was soon close to another orgasm. I stopped kissing her and moved back to her smooth, hairless pussy and started to lick her in earnest. I took Tracy’s clit into my lips and sucked until she was right at the edge and then let go, letting my tongue dive into her letting the sensation drop a level, only to do it one more time. Each time I was on her clit she would shake, “Oh, God, Steven, let me come, LET ME COOOOME.” Her squeals of ecstasy encouraged me to keep it up even more, keeping her as close as I could without sending her over the top. I looked up at her and could not see her head as her back was arched high in the air in anticipation of release. One hand was full of the bed cover, bunched in her fist and the other was kneading her tit and pinching her nipple. “Steven, Steven, STEEEVEN MAKE ME COME, PLEASE LET ME COOOOME”. I had been eating her sweet pussy and ass for quite a while and hearing beg for release, I could keep it from her no longer. I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs and took that sprout of a clit in my lips and sucked it as if it were a small cock. “YES YESS YESSS. RIGHT THERE. THAT’S IT. I’M COMING I’M COOOOOMING” Had I not had hold of her as I did I would have lost her. Tracy thrashed on the bed, a women possessed. I stayed glued to that sweet pussy using my tongue to keep her going into the throes of orgasm. “OH MY, OH MY, OH MY, STEEEEVEN!!!! SUCK MY CLIT! YEEESSSSSSS! I LOVE THIS! GOD, THIS IS SOOO GOOOD!.” I got off that quivering pussy and put my lips on hers again at the same time pushing my rock hard cock back into her. No virgin resistance this time and started fuck her hard. I raised my head to look at my sister and her eyes were closed tight, each hand squeezing her nipples and her head going from side to side. Tracy wrapped her legs around me and started fucking me back, her hips coming up to meet my every thrust. My balls slapped her ass on every stroke and after just a couple of minutes I could no longer hold out. “TRACY, I’M GOING TO CUM!” “CUM INSIDE ME STEVEN! I WANT YOUR HOT JUICES DEEP INSIDE ME!!! I WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE YOU FUCK!!! FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!” I pushed into her as far as I could, threw my head back and groaned “TRAAAAACY, I’M COMING” and again sent stream after stream of hot cum deep into my sisters hot, tight, young pussy. As we subsided from our lovemaking I pulled out of her and we laid together with her head on my chest, my arms around her holding her, my sister, my love.

Phil Stevens

Train day one

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The train was filled with tired people. 6PM was never my favorite time to use public trasportation. I sat down and relaxed, staring out  the window. I felt very... sixteen. The train vibration made my dick hard. There was no one sitting opposite me, so I didn't bother hiding it. On the next station, a guy walked past my seat, glanced at me and stopped. He walked back, and sat in the seat infront of me. After a while, I noticed he was staring at me. I asked if I knew him, but he shook his head, without lifting his gaze from my crotch area. I sat there confused for a few moments, and he began to speak. What came out of his mouth took me off guard. He wanted me to suck him off, and he wanted to pay for it. That's exactly how he said it. At first I thought he was pulling off a lame joke, an
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d I laughed. His eyes never left my hard dick, and his facial expression never changed. He then offered an amount of money that made me stop laughing. I was always bi curious, but I never thought I'd want to do a guy. Strangely, my dick started pulsating. I was so turned on by all this, I started feeling dizzy. I said okay. He got up and rushed into the toilet. I took a deep breath and followed him in.
His pants were already on the tap, and he was jerking off and panting. He moaned for me to kneel down. I hesitated a minute, then dropped to my knees. He grabbed the back of my head and rammed his big, sticky cock into my mouth. Nothing felt so good. He fucked my mouth for two minutes and I felt his warm cum splash out. I licked his dick clean and sat there, not knowing what to do with the sperm in my mouth. He motioned for me to take my shirt off, and I did. Then my pants. I was naked in a train toilet, sucking dick.. Who would've thought.. I spat the cum on my chest and spread it around. This was the first time I realized how erogenous the nipple area is. My dick never felt so solid. His penis was hard again. He sat on the toilet seat and I went to him. I started jerking him off. He was much bigger than my six inches. It felt great to hold such a big dick. I massaged it for a few minutes, then he turned me around, got up and said he'd give me twice as much if I let him fuck my asshole. I didn't even think about money at this point. I turned around and moisted my hole with his sperm. He rushed inside and my whole body spasmed in the quick forward-backward motion. He slapped my thighs, and touched my back, played with my balls and spat on my ass for fifteen minutes. He rammed a couple of times slower and took his dick out, brought it to my face from behind and came on my right cheak. I scooped up the sperm and pushed it in my mouth. I swallowed. He sat down, panting. I did, too, jerking off my own, smaller penis. Jets of cum shot out of it, on my chest. I gathered it, too, and drank it, enjoying. He put his clothes on, threw the money on me, still on the floor, and got out. I lay there for a while,wondering what just happened.

Rock Paper Scissors Part 2.

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rock paper scissors part 2

The next day I decided to spend the morning by the pool, just to see
if Amy and her friend might need my 'services' once again. Sure enough,
Amy's friend came by, wearing the same bikini bathing suit.

Hey mister, how are you feeling? I sure had a great time yesterday.

So did I, was that really your first time with a guy?

Oh yeah, def, I'm still a little sore down there, but in a good way
y'know?

Yup, sure do.

So listen, there are still things I wanna try with a real cock, how
about just you and me this time?

Ok, sure, want me to follow you back to your place again?

Yeah, lets go right now.

So once again, I'm following a 13 yr old back to her bedroom for some
sexual adventures. Once

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we get in her bedroom, it's off with the bikini,
only this time she goes to her knees and pulls down my bathing suit so
that my rock hard cock is right in her face.

I never got to taste it last time, I just gotta know how a real cock tastes.

And with that, she takes hold of it by the shaft, and starts to lick the head of
my cock with her tongue, then engulfs the entire head, plus another inch into
her mouth. Her tongue is circling my head, and her lips go back and forth, it
feels wonderfull.

Wow, doesn't taste bad at all, I thought it might, since guys pee out of these
things.

I start to rock my hips back and forth into her mouth, as I feel myself getting ready
to come.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?"

"Maybe next time, I do wanna know what that's like, but now I wanna feel you come
inside me like you did with Amy, Also I wanna try and make myself come. Get on my
bed, just like last time"

I lay down on the bed, and once again she straddles me and puts her full weight down on
my cock.

OOOH yeah, damn this feels good, Oh fuck, I just love riding your cock.

I can see her face straining, I stroke her face with my hands, then down those silky
shoulders, to her breasts, then down her sides to her ass, and her legs. She's gotta
have the softest skin I've ever felt.

Hey mister, can I tell you a secret?

I'm thinking, this is the strangest time for a conversation.

When I sit on my dad's lap, I can feel him getting hard, it feels good, sometimes
at night I fantasize about riding my dad like I'm riding you right now. I wanna
close my eyes and pretend I'm doing my dad, is that ok?

If you can believe it, I think my cock just got ten times harder.

Ok, sure, sounds like fun.

Ok, cool.

So she closes her eyes, and I can tell she's in her own little world.

Oh daddy, fuck me, yeah, make me feel good, please daddy, make me come.

She starts to grind down real hard on me, she grabs my hands and puts them on her tits
squeezing them hard.

Oh please daddy, come inside me, just like you do to mommy,

I can't hold out any longer, I start to come inside her, just like she wants.

Yeah daddy, that it, come in me, god it feels so good, you're making me come, oh god
I'm coming UUUUUNNNNNGH OOOOOOOHHHH

I could feel her groin just tighten and explode around my cock as I shoot my come inside her.

She opens her eyes at last, almost dissapointed that she sees me instead of her real dad.

Thanks mister, I hope I didn't embarass you. I really want my dad to fuck me for real and
this is the closest way I'll ever get to doing it. Next time can you come in my mouth?

I'm so glad I live here.

 

comments welcome

Sex with Audit Girl- Karachi

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Hi Friends,

Danial from karachi, 30 yrs old, working as Head of finance in a reputed company.

I am a qualified Chartered Accountant. I was working with an Audit firm as manager audit and we use to go to client site for Annual Audits. Any cute giel wanna be my friend can contact me at silent_magma at hotmail.com. This is one of the experiences when I went to audit the accounts of a Computer In

Sex With Strangers 4

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I have been talking to several guys online, in hopes of hooking up with them. Usually I'm in a chat room, and ask to be invited to view their webcam. Mostly I get declined, but sometimes I meet someone that is open minded enough to let me view. And let me tell you 2 things. I haven't seen a cock I didn't like, and I haven't failed once in making them cum for me. The only problem I'm facing is actually getting them to come visit in person. I guess if you give it away for free, they don't have to work to get it. I'm easy that way.
Being easy, I always look for situations that will allow me to take a dick in my mouth. I have had success in two places so far with repeated events. The first place is the local porn shop. Lets face it, if you are horny... that's the place to find horny guys.
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The second place is the truck stop just off the highway close to where I work.
The first time I went there, I was suprissed at the size and features it had. Not just a restaurant, but showeres, changing rooms, video booths, private phones, my mind was reeling about all the options. I've had 3 encounters at that place. I am usually awake till 4 or 5 am most nights being I work a swing shift. So one particular night I decided to check out the place. I ate a late meal there, and in my mind I was going to be as open and available as possible. If someone looked at me, I would smile and say 'hello', when I took a piss, i tried to look at guys in the face just to let them know. But it happend for me in the parking lot. I was walking through the parked trucks. Some of them were running, some were silent. I was walking down the rows of trucks and between 2 trucks that were running, there was a guy taking a piss. He kinda shocked/scared me and I jumped a bit and let out a laugh of embarassment. I opened the conversation by inquiring why he would piss there and not walk inside. He laughed and said he like to feel the air. "Me to" I replied and he asked what I was doing, in which I said "I don't sleep well and like to walk at nights, usually when I'm drinking." He asked if I was drunk tonight, which I wasn't because I was driving. I took a big jump and mentioned that it was getting cold, would he like to go inside to finish talking. I was thinking 'inside the truck stop' but he said "Sure" and climed into his truck, leaned over and unlocked the passengerside. "Well.." I thought to myself, "this is what I was here for, right?" So I climed in. It was kinda messy, and smelly, and well, very lived in. The guy was older than me, in his mid 50's I'd say. Unshaven by 4 days. He had a worn tshirt with a rather protruding pot belly. He was wearing grey sweats and slippers. Not all that sexy for a guy, but I figure that if someone is really going to appreciate a blowjob, it would be him!
We talked a few minutes about his job and mine, and he caught me looking at his crotch, which had a wet spot from where he leaked from taking a pee. It was him that broke the ice by asking if I was a 'queer', in which I replied "no, but let's just say I'm not totaly straight either". "Well..." he said, and got up, and went and sat in the back of his truck on his bed. He leaned back agains the wall, kicked off his slippers, and shucked off his sweat pants. "Let's see how 'not queer' you are".
Time for talking was over.
I moved down between his open hairy legs. There was a little light on over head, so I could see pretty much everything. His fat belly hung down enough so that all I could see was his cock head sticking out between his thighs. Just below them were two hairy purple balls. It kinda looked like 2 eggs, his cock head and balls. I moved his legs apart farther so I could get in there. He smelled like 3 days without a shower sweaty. A very musky stale kinda of scent. At first it was nasty, but after a few minutes I really began to enjoy it. At first I tried to suck his cock head, but it was an odd angle. I told him to lay down on his back, which he did. He layed with his head to my right and his feet to my left. I started to touch and play with his balls with my left hand while I sucked and licked his cock with my mouth. His balls felt so warm and hairy, I liked how heavy they felt. I licked them a bit and enjoyed their saltiness. He was just laying there all quiet, not making a sound. I would take my right hand and try to work his cock while I sucked his balls, and it started to grow. It was so amazing to see a tiny soft cock grow thick and hard because of me. I was facinated. I would kiss his cock head, lick up and down his veiny shaft and stroke it with my right hand all the time massaging and rubbing his balls with my left hand. I switched between sucking cock and balls. My new friend was just laying there not making a sound, with for me was like I just had my own set of cock and balls to play with, without any guy attached! I was aroused to, not that I wanted sex, but that I was getting to do what I loved. I was worshiping cock once again!
Once he was fully erect, with me moving his belly and legs apart so I could fully see it, I guessed him to be maybe 6 or seven inches long, and a good inch-n-a-half round. I loved his cock! I placed my right hand on his belly, and held his balls with my left hand, and I went to town with my mouth on his cock. I had built up enough saliva and suction that i was securly clamed around his cock and I pounded his cock with my face. I fucked him with my mouth as hard as I could. Once in awhile my excitement would break suction and it would kinda make a 'pop, smack' noise, but I would slurp up as much saliva and get back to work. All the while this guy was pushing his hips up and laying very quiet. He had his eyes shut and arms up under his head, just layed back and relaxing!
I could feel his balls tighten, and his hips squeeze tight and lift up a bit. He gave no warning, no word, or even a grunt that he was going to cum. I was sucking up and down when I felt his first burst of cum. I imediatly knew what was happening, and I increased suction on his cock head, with my left hand I gently cupped and squeezed his balls, and with my right hand I grabbed his shaft and pumped slowly up and down with increased pressure. I milked his cock for all his semen. I ran my tounge around his cock head to stimulate him fully in between swollowing mouthfuls of saliva mixed with cum. I slowly pumped up and down with my hand and drank up his cum till I was satisfied he was finished. After that, I licked up around his still hard cock till he was clean. I sat back on my knees  to see what he thought. But instead I told him "that was fantastic, thanks for letting me do that. I really love sucking cock and just so you know, it's not for the money, I don't want any. I just really do love sucking cock." Finally he made some noise, but it was only in getting up and putting on his sweatpants that he huffed and puffed. He was still pretty much erect when he did get up and still had a woodie sticking out of his sweats. "You're pretty good, I know a few guys around here that would really appreciate you!" That was a suprise to me, because I never thought of truck hopping! But I really wasn't ready for that.... yet. I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call next time he was going to be 'cuming to town'. and that maybe we could arrange a few extra truck hops.
I jumped out of his cab wondering how many people there knew what I had just done, and did. I walked on air all the way to my car. I could taste his cum in my mouth as I smoked on the way home.
I am addicted to cock sucking. And even more so is meeting random strangers just for that purpose.


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Under My Thumb

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I joined the Navy fresh out of high school.

Good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York.

The steel mills were shutting down.

Heavy industry was re-locating down south and paying only one third of the previous wages. 

 

When my tour of duty was over I took the civil service test for Correction Officer and passed. 

My permanent assignment was at a Class-A Max, and eventually, I lucked out and got a wall tower on days. 

This was the perfect assignment to get out of population and to pursue my first love...reading. 

 

By the time that I was 33 years old, I was debt free and I had modest savings and the start of a good portfolio of mutual funds.

My house was paid off in full. 

To my determent, I started to go bald in my twenties and at 33 this was a foregone conclusion.

Nevertheless, I was fairly good looking at the time: 200 lbs/ 6' 2" tall.  

I was also single...having yet to find the right girl.

 

People have always told me that I was such a nice guy and they couldn't believe that I was a Correction Officer.

The public perceives us as uneducated brutes.

This misconception is reinforced by the liberal news media bias and the current pop culture components of our society.

I explained to these people there is a time to be tough and when that time comes you do what has to be done.

 

In 1985, I first saw my future wife Lisa at my cousin's wedding reception.

I was 33 at the time and Lisa was 22. 

Lisa was wearing an emerald green strapless dress that enhanced her beautiful green eyes.

The dress also complimented her shoulder length red auburn hair. 

She wore her hair layered in those days with long bangs.  

When my cousin Sam introduced us, I shook her hand but didn't let go as was proper.

Instead, I escorted Lisa to the dance floor and bowed with a flourish saying.

"Beautiful angel from heaven would you do me the honor?" 

 

I spent the entire evening dancing with Lisa.

I was infatuated with her.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. 

I made up my mind that whatever it took I would win her over.

 

During our engagement, Lisa refused to give me oral sex, although she enjoyed receiving it. 

That didn't change after we were married.

Disappointed, I never pushed the issue.

 

During our third year together, she decided to grow her hair out to all one length, being tired of the bangs and layers. 

I always preferred this style of long hair on women, especially my woman.

By 1997, she had beautiful and thick waist length red hair.

Her hairdresser, Holley did a marvelous job.

Lisa's hair was precisely cut and styled, to all one length, being cut blunt and straight across the bottom.

It was as soft and smooth as an angel's wings... my Angel's wings. 

 

As we were financially well off, Lisa quit her job as a receptionist to be a stay at home wife.

She was not the greatest housekeeper and could barley cook.

However, Lisa excelled at spending money.

This meant that I was working plenty of overtime to keep up with her bills.

Clothing, jewelry or things for the house and a new car every three years... I drove her old ones.

I didn't care because I only wanted to make her happy.

Lisa was my wife... my lover...my angel. 

 

Against my better judgment, Lisa talked me into buying an expensive toupee. 

I took a lot of good-natured teasing, and some not about my rug; I wore it to please my angel. 

 

In the spring of 1997, Lisa decided to attend the community college.

The reason as she put it,  "I want to broaden my horizons".

In the fall of 1998, an incident occurred that changed our lives in ways that neither of us could have foreseen.

 

My car broke down on the way to work as the universal joint almost gave way. 

I telephoned the facility from the Goodyear Tractor Supply and advised them of the situation.

I requested to use a PL, which stands for personal leave day.

There was an open slot on the PL Board and I was given the day off. 

I was only 2 miles from home.

After the tow truck left I decided to walk home and surprise my wife.

I had put on 50 pounds over the years.

I told myself because of my height I was able to carry it well.

We all rationalize something.

At my last physical, 6 months prior, my doctor told me that the test results were good.

Nevertheless, I could stand to lose at least 20 or more pounds and I walked home knowing the exercise would do me good.

 

Lisa would not start the next semester of college for another week.

Since I was walking, she wouldn't hear me pull up in my car, so I would quietly tip toe in and surprise my beautiful Angel.

We could spend the afternoon making love and then go to see a movie followed by dinner in her favorite Italian restaurant.

 

When I was in sight of my house, I observed a black corvette convertible parked across the street.

Suspicious, I checked it out.

The top was down and the factory bucket seats were covered with expensive sheepskin seat covers.

The staff-parking sticker from Lisa's college was affixed to the windshield.

 

Her English Professor owned such a car.

I met the man twice when I attended the college open house.

She thought that Professor Ares was brilliant, worldly and charming, while I found him vain, pompous and condescending. 

 

Professor Ares was a tall and slim man in his early thirties and I would estimate that he was about 170 lbs./6' 4" tall.  

He was fastidious about his appearance right down to his manicured nails.

Luke wore colognes with names I probably couldn't pronounce and wouldn't purchase if I could. 

Professor Ares favored $ 100.00 haircuts and expensive silk ties, set off with a 2-carat diamond/ platinum stickpin.

The Professor favored hand sewed monogrammed white shirts with diamond cuff links and $1000.00 plus/ suits. 

His black hair was full and thick and he wore it on the long side.

He was clean-shaven with dark eyes and long eyelashes. 

I had to admit, he was handsome... almost to the point of being pretty.

 

When I got to the back porch, I could hear soft music coming from my bedroom. 

I quietly entered my house, leaving the back door open.

Once inside, I opened my bedroom door a crack and looked in to see my wife's lover was lying naked in my bed.

The bastard was on my bed and his eyes were closed, a lascivious smile on his face. 

Lisa was naked and performing fellatio on him, and her beautiful hair was fixed in a simple ponytail.

Luke's foul hands were stroking that ponytail, which angered me all the more.

 

Enraged almost beyond reason.... I kicked the door, slamming it into the wall and breaking the plaster behind it.

The loud explosive sound froze them both into inaction and stunned confusion.

 

I strode into the room...  pulling Lisa away from him and sending her sprawling.

 

Mastering my berserker's rage, I threw a sheet at Lisa to cover her shame.

 

"Get dressed you son of a bitch!

I said to Luke.

"I'm going to give you a chance to defend yourself.

Then, I'm going to pound the fucking shit out of your sorry ass.

We will see then who is the better man."

 

Turning my attention to my cowering wife, I hissed through clenched teeth.  

"I'll deal with you later."

 

With false bravado the fop professor stood up.

Luke was laughing and clapping his hands as he walked towards me and that was comical in it's own right.

The brilliant professor didn't have the brains (good sense) to get dressed.

In retrospect, perhaps it was is contempt for me, the common man, shared by many of his ilk in the elite liberal academia.

 

"I must hand it to you, you ludicrous buffoon."

Can you believe it, that's what the naked idiot said to me!

"That was quite the performance and I thought you lacked the imagination for such theatrics, such...comedy. 

Nevertheless, you bald, fat, old fool, I'm obviously the better man, I possess your beautiful wife, do I not?

You have been cuckold, not I.

I am a black belt you cuckold imbecile.

Nevertheless, I will not soil my hands and lower myself to engage in fisticuffs with an unlettered, unwashed brute such as you.

Violence is the opiate of the mindless beast, you clueless oaf.

If you dare lay a hand on me I'll have you arrested and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

 

I reacted immediately to his mocking laughter and my anger was cold, tempered and calculated.

I smiled at him, and this was not what he expected because Luke to a step backwards, looking unsure. 

 

Stepping forward, I slapped Luke with my open palm.  

I mocked him, calling him a poltroon and a fop.

My words stinging his ostentatious ego as my hand did his pretty face. 

 

"The only black belt I see in this room is the one on your pants, Sensei." 

 

Among inmates in prison, slapping a man in the face is the ultimate expression of contempt and disrespect.

It is referred to as a bitch slap.

Failure to immediately retaliate would only lead to more of the same.

All would extort the punk.... and eventually... he would be raped.

 

I continued slapping him violently now, and alternating between the palm and back of my hand.

My bitch slaps were jerking his head from side to side.

I was moving him about the bedroom in a dance of emasculation and humiliation.

I was easily blocking his ineffectual clumsy punches and kicks.

 

I soon left him cowering on the floor. 

Luke's knees were drawn to his chest and he was sobbing and sniffling like a woman.

I now turned my attention to my adulterous wife.

 

I pointed to the mewling wretch on the floor and said.

"Look at your young stud now, Lisa, as handsome and trim as I am not.

I give you Luke, the absolute epitome of manliness in your eyes.

Luke: the magnificent stallion of your canal-depraved adultery.  

Luke: the mewling inspiration of your deceitful heart in celebration of your adultery. 

I give you Professor Ares... Ares, does the irony escape you, Lisa. 

The living reincarnation of the ancient Greek God of War, yes, that Ares!"

 

Or if you prefer his Roman counterpart, Mars.

The valiant and brilliant professor, despoiler of cities and conqueror of nations.

I said, mocking them both and laughing.

Your lover and protector...  your champion!

The man who would have me arrested and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law for his sake but not for yours.

Such an inspiring sight Ares makes.... weeping on the floor. 

Go to him, Pandora.

Be the proud standard-bearer and shield maiden to this absent manhood professor.

 

She remained frozen on the spot.

I went to my top dresser drawer and removed my US Navy Kabar Fighting Utility Knife from its leather sheath.

The knife was a gift from my father upon graduating boot camp.

I kept the blade well oiled and razor sharp.

 

I walked over to Lisa and grabbed her long silky ponytail.

"Perhaps your champion the black belt would like a decoration for his war helmet.

Traditionally in ancient times, dyed horses tails were used, but this will have to do.

 

I severed her ponytail from her head just above the elastic tie to keep the ponytail in place.

Her remaining hair fell forward, covering her shamed face.

Her once waist length hair was now barley touching the nape of her long neck.

 

I wasn't through with the miserable offal.

I picked Luke up by the hair and made him stand on his feet.

Open your mouth, punk, or I will cut your testicles off!"

I was bluffing, however the poltroon did not know that.

 

I shoved Lisa's severed ponytail into his mouth so it hung down evenly from either side of Luke's face.

I then ordered him to bite down, telling him to keep it there or else and cut the elastic hair tie.

 

I then threw the knife at his feet, the point burying itself in the floor.

He flinched, but didn't dare move or meet my eyes, his perfect white teeth clamped down on Lisa's ponytail.

"Your sword, War God!'

 

I stepped back and folded my arms, waiting..................................

 

"I thought as much.

I believe we have established who is a man and who isn't, you foul, mewling wretch.

In your case, having a functioning penis doesn't necessarily make you one."

I calmly, espoused.

 

"We need to explore your assessment of me.

Specifically, and I quote you in part;  "unlettered and unwashed brute."

Unwashed brute as I just demonstrated, perhaps?

However, you lecherous poltroon, I must take exception to unlettered.

This mistaken notion needs to be dispelled and shown the light of day."

 

I explained calmly and reasonably.

"Let us go outside and discuss it ...bitch!"

I grabbed his testicles, squeezing with my implied threat, and led him like a tamed gelding to his parked muscle car. 

The knife remained stuck fast to the floor.

Following close behind, and wrapped in the sheet, Lisa stood in the driveway and watched, making no attempt to stop me.

 

I threw her emasculated lover over the hood of his black Corvette muscle car.

I then gave Luke a spanking on his bare buttocks with my open hand.

 

While spanking him, I quoted John Dryden, from Alexander's Feast (1697), "None but the brave deserves the fair."

I quoted from J.M. Barrie in his Rhetorical Address at St. Andrews in May of 1922.

"Courage is the thing.

All goes if courage goes!'

As I slapped his shamed red buttocks.

Luke's teeth were still firmly clamped on the ponytail.

 

I included Ernest Hemingway, in Men at War (1942). 

"Cowardice as distinguished from panic is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination".  

 

As the police arrived and got out of their patrol cars, standing to watch, I finished with Charles Churchill's "Night" (1761)

"Keep up appearances, there lies the test.

The world will give you credit for the rest.

Outward be fair, however foul within.

Sin if thou wilt, but then in secret sin".

 

I stepped away from the Corvette, putting up my hands and displaying my palms to assure them that I wasn't armed.

 

The effete professor retreated to the drivers side seat, covering himself with sheepskin seat covers, wet from his urine. 

Lisa's ponytail, my thoughtful gift to him was thrown carelessly to the ground.

Snot and tears were running down Luke's face.

His eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his buttocks red and purple with bruises.

I am pleased to say not to be undone by his sore testicles.

 

One of my neighbors, Patty Green, telephoned the police. 

Patty explained the situation and was laughing while giving the blow-by-blow details and requested that they take their time. 

Patty's husband Bill, a retired city fireman and now Town Justice of the Peace, captured the entire episode with his camcorder.

Ironically, this actually saved me from going to jail or being sued.

 

Fortunately, I knew both the responding officers.

While initially laughing, but trying to maintain their composure, they took my statement and statements from the mentioned witnesses.

When they tried to interview the punk for a statement, Luke refused to get out of his car or give them one.

Surprisingly, Lisa refused to cooperate as well. 

 

Although, I strongly objected, the officers allowed the absent manhood professor to return to the house and get dressed.

I was very agitated at the thought of him in my home again and as a result, I started to have chest pains and was rushed to the hospital by ambulance.

 

After a two-day stay in the hospital, and extensive testing, I was diagnosed with stable angina.

This time, John, my doctor, ordered me to loose 60 lbs or it could worsen and I would be on medication for life.

I left my toupee in the wastebasket of my hospital room.

 

My neighbors and connections kept me from prosecution and I was given an appearance ticket for disorderly conduct and I plead guilty to a violation and paid a fifty-dollar fine.

 

As I said, the copy of the tape prevented me from being sued, why risk further public humiliation.

I wasn't the only one with connections. 

I was brought up on departmental charges for conduct unbecoming an Officer.

I could either resign, retiring at half-pay or be fired. 

I resigned.

 

One month later, I was served with divorce papers.

With the help of her lover, Lisa retained a high priced lawyer.

We settled out of court.

 

I agreed to give her everything except for my book collection.

I have an extensive collection of Folio Society and Easton Press, to name a few publishers. 

I kept the contents of my study.

This included the barrister bookcases, my reading lamps, and leather chair with matching ottoman.

The agreement also included my antique oak roll top desk and my oak futon.

She agreed to waive her attorney fees and sign off on my pension.

 

My attorney thought I was crazy, wanting to negotiate a more equitable settlement.

I refused to listen.

I was hurt and angry.

I was cuckold and made the fool.

I wanted things over and done with.  

It wasn't about the money................it was never about the money! 

I could always make more.  

I dominated and humiliated my hated enemy, Luke.  

I forced him to crawl at my feet.

The coward..............the hostage of my conquest was paraded on the streets.... a testament to my victory over him.  

It was never about the money.............it was about honor.

He would remain forever the ransom-less hostage...redemption denied!

 

I moved out and found a small studio apartment.

I did some major repair work for my landlady, Margie, a mature woman in her seventies.

This kept my hands and mind busy.

It did nothing for the tear in my soul.

In consideration for this, and for maintaining the property, I lived there rent- free and took my meals with her.

I had a brief affair with Margie's daughter, Mary.

Mary was a lovely recently divorced woman with her last child now away at college. 

Her husband, a high school math teacher, was a verbally abusive bastard, calling her fat, stupid and worthless.

She was a kindergarten teacher and was anything but those things.

As Mary said, "Enough is enough, so I left the asshole."

 

Our affair lasted for about a year.

I was upfront with her about being on the rebound and Mary the same, we, two people... hurting. 

The sex was wonderful while it lasted and most importantly, we were a great comfort to one another.

 

Meanwhile, Lisa put the house up for sale, including all the appliances and remaining furniture. 

When all the assets from our divorce settlement were calculated, she walked away with over $ 400,000.00.

Lisa and her lover moved to California where Luke found a position, teaching.

 

I always wanted to open up a bookstore and be my own boss.

Twenty-five years plus of punching a clock was enough for me.

But first I need to do something about my health, so I started walking.

I walked everywhere possible and in no time lost the sixty pounds.

Mary started walking with me, although our affair now over, nevertheless we remained good friends.

She lost about 25lbs, a plus for her as well.

 

After 2 years, I had the down payment saved for my bookstore.

I took out a loan, and bought a large brownstone for taxes.

I remodeled it, and was soon in business for myself.

I hired my old landlady, Margie to help out part time.

 

I lived on the third floor in two of eight rooms not counting the bathroom and kitchen.

The second floor was for storage and overflow from my store.

My needs were simple, I had my books, but.............

 

I mentioned before that I was once self-conscious about my hair loss. 

I bought top-of-the-line electric hair clippers with all the attachments and guide combs. 

I kept my hair clipped close to the scalp with those clippers.

Vanity denied became a strength...I was now content with how God made me.

 

Three years after my divorce, Lisa walked into my bookstore about an hour before closing.  

I was putting some books away and my back was to her and I did not see her walk in.

She politely asked if the owner was available.

I recognized Lisa's voice right away.

Although it was obvious that she didn't recognize me.

Having lost sixty pounds, with a close cropped head, and that ridiculous toupee gone. 

 

When I turned around, the surprised look on Lisa's face was most satisfying.

I too was surprised.

She had put on some weight, perhaps as much as twenty pounds.

While we were married, she was always dieting.

She spent hours at her heath club exercising.

 

I liked Lisa this way, slightly plump and buxom. 

It had softened her features and rounded her figure.

Yes, buxom and voluptuous definitely suited her at forty-one... going on forty-two. 

What I didn't like was what she had done to her hair.

It was no longer her beautiful natural shade of red auburn. 

It was jet black, the same color as Luke's. 

It was styled in tight frizzy curls of different lengths.

Lisa's hair was shorter around her face and longer in the back.

Even her bangs were curled.

At it's longest her hair barley touched her shoulders.

In fact it looked like an afro-mullet or if you prefer an afro-shag mistake.

This had to be Lisa's fop lovers doing.

Either by preference or malicious design, Luke had ruined her beautiful red auburn hair.

 

We stood there and looked at one another for a time.

Finally, she broke the silence.

 

"I came here to ask you something, Adam."

 

I just looked at her, not knowing what to say next.

The last words that I spoke to Lisa were in the bedroom when I said, "I will deal with you later".

 

"Do you hate me, Adam?

I can't blame you if you do, but I need to know.

"Do you still hate me?'  

 

"Did you come all the way from California to ask me that question?

I was starting to get angry.

 

"You committed adultery!"

You filed for divorce and took damn near everything that I ever worked for. 

I gave you everything, including my love.

Do I hate you?

I said, raising my voice.

You want to know if I hate you?

I replied, almost shouting at her and then catching myself, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I remembered Lisa as a young woman and how she loved me and how happy we were then.

Nothing good would come from berating or brow beating her.

 

When I opened my eyes she was starting to cry.  

"Stop that will you, Lisa? 

I said, quietly, and then I walked over to lock the door and reverse the open sign.

Please stop crying and then I'll answer your question.

No, I don't hate you.

I'm over those feelings now.

I have moved on with my life. 

Is that what you needed to hear?

Then I'm glad I made you feel better about yourself.

You now have your closure.  

Now you can go back to your handsome lover. 

I wish you well Lisa, I really do and I hope nobody ever tears a hole in your soul. 

I unlocked the door and then I turned my back to Lisa, dismissing her.

 

Then the floodgate of tears really broke loose.

 

Lisa started crying uncontrollably and that wasn't like her. 

Soon she was hyperventilating as well.

The only other time she acted like this was when her father died.

She was in bed for a week.

This wasn't an act.

Something was seriously wrong. 

I did the only thing I could do.

I carried her up to my apartment and let her lie down on the futon.

I gave her a glass of water and some ice in a washcloth for her forehead and sat with her, holding her hand.

When Lisa calmed down, I went downstairs to the bookstore and telephoned her sister, Janice.

Janice would come and take her home with her.

 

To make a long story short, and yes I realize that sometimes I am long winded.

The short version is that Luke convinced Lisa to let him invest the money for the sale of the house and divorce settlement.

On paper the investments were making fabulous dividends.

Janice and her husband, Mark took a second mortgage on their house and let Luke invest their money for them as well

Luke and Lisa lived lavishly until her money ran out.

And then Luke left her taking literally everything and leaving her with insurmountable debt.

 

"I can't come and get her, Adam, my husband won't allow her in our house.

I have my children to think about."

 

I went back upstairs to my apartment and found Lisa quietly waiting. 

I informed her that Janice had told me everything and I offered to let Lisa stay, temporarily.

Lisa's face lit up at my offer.

 

She got up off the futon to hug me and I folded my arms, preventing her.

"Thank you for the second chance, Adam."

She said, taking a step back.

 

"You know of course that you will be working in the bookstore?"

 

"I will do anything you say, Adam."

 

"You will not be getting a salary, just room and board."

 

"I understand."

She replied.

 

"You will have to keep the apartment clean...no, make that, you will keep the apartment spotless."

 

"Anything you say, Adam."

 

"I have no great expectations that your cooking will ever improve, Lisa."

 

"Yes, Adam."

 

"Lisa, as I said before, I will take you back temporarily and give you a second chance.

However, if things work out, I will never remarry you.

We may live together, but never again will you be my equal. 

You need to understand that right now.

 

She started to speak and I stopped her by gently putting my hand over her mouth.

 

"Be silent, Lisa Marie.

I'm not done speaking yet, little girl."

I enjoyed the shocked look in her beautiful green eyes.

I had never talked like that to her before.

 

"You will do as I say in all things, without reservation or hesitation.

Further more, you will always tell me the truth. 

Your life will revolve around me now.

You will submit to me totally. 

Those are my unconditional terms.

I'm going for a walk now.

If I find you here when I return, I'll have my answer." 

 

When I returned 2 hours later, and I found Lisa sitting on a kitchen chair with her hands folded on the table, waiting.

I thought to myself, this just might work out after all.

I have Lisa exactly I want her now, under my thumb.

 

I walked up and placed my hands on her shoulders to prevent her from standing.

 

"Are you afraid of me now?"

I asked.

 

Looking down, she whispered.

"Yes, Adam." 

 

Letting her stand to face me, I gently took her chin between my thumb and forefinger. 

I lifted her head to meet my eyes, and said.

 

"Look at me and tell me the truth.

If you are afraid of me, why did you decide to stay?

 

Swallowing, then licking her lips, she said.

"You...you beat and humiliated him, and had him crawling on the floor.

You were so angry.

I didn't know what to think.

He bragged that he had a black belt.

He didn't fight back much and was crying.....................................

 

"What else?

Finish your sentence."

I said.

 

"I was terrified that you were going to kill him."

She was trembling and looking down.

"I never realized how dangerous you were until then.

You were always such a gentle and mild man.

In all the years we were married, you never even raised your voice to me.

When you were angry with me, you always went for a walk.

When you took that big knife out of the drawer, I thought for sure that you were going to kill both us.

 

"You were willing to fight for me.

You gave Luke a chance to be a man and I left you... for him? 

I'm so ashamed, Adam.... I am so ashamed.

How can you even look at me now, and yet you are taking me back."  

 

"That is still tentative.

I tugged Lisa's over processed hair to annunciate, the word "tentative."

 

"I am ready to submit totally in every way."

I have nothing, Adam, nothing!

No money, no credit, no possessions, nothing, Adam...only you.

 

"You do not have me. 

Do you really think that you can just walk in here and cry on my shoulder and then things would be as they were?

I'm not that same man, but then I'm not a bitter man either.

Let me show you a print I have hanging in my study. 

I purchased it after you left me to put things into perspective."

 

I led the now buxom Lisa into my study and made her kneel on the oversize sheepskin rug by the fireplace.

The print was hung above the fireplace mantle.

 

"This is a full size print taken from a painting by John William Waterhouse.

I had it framed in oak to match the furniture.

Are you familiar with the subject, the theme?

Do you know who the woman is in this print?"

 

I knew the answer from her silence.

 

"Of course you don't know whom Waterhouse is.

You are a progeny of the liberal and sensationalized popular media/pop culture components of our society.

I lament many of the youth growing up today.

If the current media talking heads were to disappear, who would tell them what to think?

For the present they are so cocksure in their beliefs that the lessons of history are lost to them.

 

Your choices in television and reading material for example:  

Oprah Winfrey, Jerry Springer or Rick Lake and their ilk; the National Enquirer, Vogue or the Star...PABLUM!

You tried so hard to emulate those pictures of shallow young woman and became a slave to fashion.

You lusted for those trim, handsome young men on television, in magazines or in the tabloids, when my eyes were only for you.

My eyes were only for you, my fallen angel.

You broke my heart, and tore a hole in my soul.

I blame myself for that.

I let you, and allowed things to get out of hand and I know better now.

I am not telling you this to hurt you, only in reflection to tell you how I feel...to make you understand.

 

"But I regress.

The woman in the print is Pandora. 

Pandora as envisioned by Waterhouse is very beautiful.

Wearing the simple yet elegant Greek woman's dress of her time, the "chiton".

Pandora's long hair is pulled back in a chignon.

As I recall you would never wear your hair up for me, saying the style was for old women.

When in fact it, these types of hairstyles are elegant and timeless."

 

"Beautiful Pandora is sitting on the marble bench, just a little peek she tells herself.

All the plagues and sorrows known to humanity were released once Pandora opened the jar.

There was one little sprite trapped within the jar as well.

The Sprite was called Hope, and hope has sustained mankind against the evil that Pandora had wrought.

Pandora opened the jar betraying the trust of the gods."

 

"Your Marriage Vows were the spiritual equivalent of Pandora's jar.

Your tryst of deceit and the betrayal of a sacred trust was the same as the mythological Pandora's. 

Do you remember your vows, Lisa, to love and to cherish and to forsake all others? 

Like beautiful Pandora you released the scourge of adultery upon yourself. 

And like Pandora's husband, Epimetheus, your scourges stung me as well.

First and foremost of the scourges, was your deceitful heart."

 

"I only want you to love me as you once did.

I am drawn to your strength and passion.

It compliments your gentle ways.

I was so spoiled and stupid, I mistook gentle for weak and uninteresting."

 

"And now?"

I asked.

 

"I am terrified of your subdued rage.

Just under the surface and yet I am aroused by it.

I will be happy to take whatever you give me, whatever you decide.

Please forgive me?"

 

When I placed my hand over her mouth earlier, Lisa meekly complied. 

I suspected that she would eventually submit. 

 

Her confession confirmed and defined her position in my life.

She would remain my chattel by mutual consent.

 

"Do not move from this spot, little girl."

I went downstairs to my bookshop going to the counter on which the cash register sat.

I returned with the antique green glass quart mason jar full of stones and brought it back upstairs.

I use this mason jar, the kind with the glass top and wire clamps as a paperweight for the days receipts.

 

When I returned, I dumped the small, marble sized stones into a pile on the floor in front of her.

I could see her bottom lip start to quiver.

Obviously she remembered and recognized the water washed lake stones. 

 

"Do you remember when we were courting, Lisa?

Of course you do...those summer days on Lake Ontario and Lake Erie

We hiked along the deserted beach shores searching for pretty stones.

How you delighted when we found one together and our special kisses?

One stone for each special day, and then when we were first married?

When we made love on the nearly inaccessible and sheltered deserted beaches not apparent from the shore.

And the fires we built at night with driftwood while we watched the stars.

Then we traveled and visited all of the rest of the Great Lakes?

On our honeymoon, I rented a sailboat and we sailed to the mouth of the St. Lawrence.

Did you ever wonder what happened to those stones?"

I said, getting down onto the rug next to her.

"Do you think that that you can put everything back in the jar?

I placed one stone into the mason jar and said.

This stone I am putting in the jar is adultery, and we are locking it away.

Pick up a stone and put it into the jar.........very good, put the cover on and lock it tight.

What did you place in the jar?"

 

"Hope?" she asked, hopefully.

 

"Very good, hope."

I replied.

"Were is your luggage and your purse."

I asked her.

 

"I have no luggage, just the clothing that I am wearing."

She replied.

 

Please get your purse, because we are going to the basement."

I said to her.

 

Once there, I grabbed her roughly and kissed her mouth long and deep.

I stepped back to enjoy the shocked look on her face.

She still tasted the same.

 

I took large piece of cardboard and said.

 

"Stand on the cardboard, and strip little girl, and I mean everything, jewelry as well."

 

She quickly complied, taking off her, slacks, blouse and sandals.

Her bra and panties soon followed these items.

 

I unzipped my fly, exposing my manhood.

I grabbed her hair firmly at the back of her head, burying my fingers in her dry over processed curls and forced her to her knees.

She began sucking and licking, looking up at me for my approval.

 

"You're doing fine." 

I assured her as I removed a pair of barber scissors from my pocket that I purchased during my walk.

 

"Your present hairstyle doesn't suit you and I will soon change that"

Taking my time as she sucked my cock, I grasped each frizzy curl between my fingers.

I pulled it straight and cutting it free from her head. 

I dropped each of the shorn curls to the floor, the pile growing with each snip.

 

When I had finished taking my pleasure with Lisa's mouth, her haircut was completed.

Extending my hand to her, she took it and I helped her up.

 

"It's almost midnight.

Please clean up the mess."

I said, pointing to her pile of shorn hair.

"Manners aside, from now on when I say please to you don't assume it a request.

You will do what I ask promptly and cheerfully."

 

"Yes, Adam!"

She said, gravely.

I rubbed her head, the remaining hair about an inch long and somewhat softer.

I could see hints of her natural red color at the roots.

 

"I was never verbally abusive to you, and I am not about to start now.

I remain a gentle and polite man, and starting now a firm disciplinarian as well. 

 

I watched my naked buxom chattel clean the basement floor and then dump everything.

Clothing, purse, hair, everything into the incinerator.

I then filled the incinerator with garbage and waste paper and cardboard from my Bookstore, before firing it up. 

 

Pointing to the cardboard on the floor, I politely asked Lisa to go down on her hands and knees.

 

"Good girl, now lean forward and put your head down. 

Perfect, now lift your ass higher, a little more...stop, hold that position and don't move until I tell you otherwise" 

 

I enjoyed the feeling of her plump ass cheeks quiver as they met my palm.

The sharp slapping sound was music to my ears.

 

"You had had this coming for a long time, little girl.

It has nothing to do about money.

Luke did not swear an oath before God and witnesses in church, you did!"

 

I continued talking to her, while slapping her bottom.

"While you are here, you will get more of the same for disobeying me.

If you act like a spoiled little girl, I will punish you like one.

You are free to leave at any time."

"Do you want to leave?"

 

"No, please, Adam, I..."

 

"Do you deserve to be spanked?"

 

"Yes, Adam?"

 

"Ask me to spank you."

 

"Please, spank me, Adam?"

 

"Ask me, again"

 

"Please spank me, spank me hard.

I deserve to be punished."

 

She was soon sobbing, her tears soaking the cardboard.  

Lisa held her position like a well-trained Irish Setter bitch from impeccable bloodlines. 

 

When her buttocks were beet red, it was time to stop.

I had no intentions of leaving bruises. 

Warning her to hold point, I went into my bedroom to get undressed and took a leisurely shower.

 

I returned with a jar of cocoa butter that was chilling in the freezer.

I gently rubbed it on her sore bottom and exposed pussy lips.

I probed Lisa with my fingers, playing with her flower until her vagina was swollen and dripping.

I caressed her clitoris until I sensed that her orgasm was starting to peek.

I then took her from behind, ramming hard and deep, paying no mind to her freshly spanked ass.

Lisa's momentary cries of discomfort were replaced with squeals of pleasure, followed by the loud moans of orgasm.

 

"Your adultery has been locked in the jar with hope.

If you do as you are told and please me, I will allow you to place another stone in the jar.

When the jar is full, you may share my bed.

For now, you will sleep in my study on the sheepskin rug by the fireplace.

 

In the morning she was given the task of cleaning the apartment from top to bottom.

Not that it needed to be cleaned as I keep on top of things. 

She needed to learn to clean a house properly once and for all.

 

Besides, it was a pleasure to watch Lisa clean in the nude.

If I found the smallest thing wrong, I made her do the job over again.  

I made a mental note to remodel the bathroom and kitchen in white tile.

 

That evening after supper, I had Lisa kneel before me in the empty bathtub.

Using my clippers, with the 1/4"(6mm) guide comb in place, I clipped her hair to the same length all the way around.

 

Then I had her stand while I shaved her pussy bald with the clippers minus the guide. 

I lathered and shaved her pussy twice, until Lisa's had a smooth hairless pubis mound.

"You will be required to keep your pussy shaved from now on.

I want it done at least twice a day."

 

She then cleaned the bathroom again leaving it spotless. 

Afterwards, I praised her for a job well done.

She came out of the bathroom with a towel around her middle fresh from the shower.

Lisa didn't need one for her hair.

 

I gently pushed my thumb into her mouth and she began sucking.

I shook my head, frowning and looked down.

She immediately went down on me and began sucking hungrily eager to please me. 

This was the same woman who never gave me head the entire time we were married. 

Lisa was looking at me with her beautiful green eyes, those same eyes begging my approval. 

I rubbed her head to soothe and assure her that everything was fine.

I told her that I would keep her hair clipped to 1/4"(6mm) until her natural red auburn color grew out.

Then, in time, if she were a good girl, I would let Lisa grow her hair out.

 

Afterwards, we sat in the kitchen drinking tea until bedtime.     

I quietly told Lisa some of my plans for her.

I explained to her that I would talk to her sister's husband, Mark. 

I would try to broker a compromise so that she could spend time with Janice and her nieces. 

"I will do my best, Lisa, but I make no promises." 

 

"What will I do about clothing, Adam?

We need to talk about that, don't you think?"

 

"No, not at all."

I replied.

 

"But I thought...."

 

I reached across the table and put my hand gently over her mouth.

I then removed my hand from her mouth and started stroking her breasts, playing with her nipples.

I had so much lost time to make up for.

 

"Yes, Adam."

 

"Tomorrow I will go shopping to get everything you will need.

Your clothing will be what I prefer.

You no longer have any real say in that department. 

Therefore we do not need to talk about it.

You may make suggestions of course and I will listen.

Until the jar is full, I suggest that you refrain from making any suggestions about that subject. 

 

"You want me to learn to clean the house properly first, don't you?"

Lisa asked.

 

"I do, that and maintain it as I have always told you too in the past.

If you keep up with things, there will be less work for you in the long run.

Then I will allow you to work beside me in the bookstore.

 

"Go into my study to the bookcase on the north wall."

 

"Which wall is the north wall?"

 

"The wall with the bookcases having books on poetry.

Please select a book from those cases and bring it here."

 

Lisa jumped up and quickly returned with her selection, and then sat down beside me, as close as she dared...testing.

 

"Is this book alright, Adam?

 

"Poems of Childhood" by Eugene Fields, what an interesting choice.

Open it and choose a poem and then read it to me out loud.

Then continue selecting poems and reading until I tell you to stop.

Everyday you will choose a short poem and memorize it until you can recite it perfectly without the book."

 

She started reading out loud.

The first poem that Lisa read was "Little Boy Blue" not from the nursery rhyme little boy blue with the horn that most people are so familiar with.

She read the poem as instructed and did a pretty fair job.

When Lisa finished, she closed the book quietly and gave me a thoughtful look.

I let her choose some others until I was too tired to stay awake much longer.

 

"It is bedtime, and as it is Sunday tomorrow, I will be sleeping in until noon.

The store is closed and I allow myself this simple pleasure.

When I awake, you will be bathed, have shaved your pussy, plus anywhere else you shave, and then you will stand inspection.

Hard- boiled eggs, toast and black coffee, will be ready for breakfast, thank you. 

The Sunday paper will be in the Bookstore security gate at the front door entrance.

Leave the inner foyer door ajar after you punch in the code for the security alarm."

I said, taking out a piece of paper with the code, 5, 4, 7, and 2 from my robe pocket and handing it to her.

"You will please get the Sunday paper and have that on the table with our breakfast."

This was actually a test to see if she did exactly as she was told and get the paper, naked.

I would know for certain if she didn't.

 

"How will I get the paper, Adam?

Someone might see me through the outer glass door.

I don't have any clothing.

You want me to, I mean, naked...I can't.

 

"You can and you will.

I said, getting up and touching her face.

"Good night, Lisa."

 

I woke up with a big grin on my face.

The coffee was brewed, hot, strong and black, just how I liked it.

I poured two cups of coffee, adding sugar and milk to Lisa's cup, as she liked it and took a sip of mine.

The table was set nicely for two, with the book of poetry from the night before at Lisa's place setting.

She remembered the orange marmalade that I always put on my toast.

Breakfast would be ready momentarily as the eggs were already peeled and cooling in the bowl.

Everything was perfect except for that damn noise...

 

I went downstairs to get my beautiful and naked Lisa trapped between the doors. 

She was crouched in a corner and trying to cover herself with the Sunday paper as best she could.

 

Trying not to laugh, I let her in and then reset the alarm.

 

Once upstairs, I said.

"Your coffee is poured, just the way you like it.

Sit down and relax.

I'll finish making breakfast.

 

"You knew that was going to happen, didn't you?"

She asked, accusingly.

 

"Don't use that tone of voice with me, Lisa Marie.

Do you wish to be spanked again?"

 

"No Sir."

She answered, looking down.

 

"I gave you the code and I warned you about leaving the door ajar.

When you got trapped, why didn't you punch in the code?"

 

"I did punch in the code nothing happened!"

 

"Of course something happened, the alarm went off and woke me up.

I requested to sleep until noon and it is only 11:45 AM.

Did you reverse it?"

 

"No you didn't tell me to do that!

I did exactly as you told me, even going down there naked.

What if somebody saw me?"

 

"They would have seen a beautiful buxom woman?

I walked up to her and put my hands around her waist.

 

"Thank you."

Lisa said, somewhat mollified, a hint of a smile starting to show.

"Do you think I'm fat now, Adam?"

 

"The truth is I deliberately did not tell you to reverse the code and you are not fat.  

You are buxom and voluptuous.

You are also not the young girl of 22, as when I first met you.

You are a woman of 41 now, just as I am a man of 51.

Of course your body is going to change.

I know about your total hysterectomy.

My insurance was billed by mistake.

It doesn't matter to me and you are no less of a woman in my eyes.

No doubt Luke, hinted, implied or out right said something to you about both those things.

If Luke were here right now, I would pummel him again. 

I would pummel him for putting those cruel thoughts of doubt into your mind.

And, Lisa?"

 

"Yes, Adam."

She answered, her voice breaking.

 

"I forgive you, however, you will obey me and you may hug me now whenever you wish."

 

Lisa put her arms around my neck and hugged me.

She was crying, her wet face was pressed against my neck.

I held her for a while, stroking her poor short hair.

Finally, wiping her tears, I pulled out a chair for her to sit down.

And as promised, I made the toast and we sat and ate our breakfast. 

 

"Sunday is now my only day off and I like to sit and read the newspaper, quietly."

I explained to her.

"You are welcome to sit and read with me as long as you are quiet."

 

It was a nice quiet breakfast and I was reading the business section, when.

 

"Then you don't think I'm fat?

She asked from out of the blue.

I put the paper down.

 

"I could come up with half a dozen platitudes or clichés and you still might not be satisfied.

I could offer you flowery speeches and in your mind they still might be disingenuous assurances.

I could try to spank that ridiculous thought out of your pretty head for doubting my veracity. 

I will answer your question with a question.

Have I ever lied to you?

In speech or in actions, have I ever failed to show you how I feel about you?"

 

I got up from the table and offered Lisa my hand, helping her up.

I took her gently in my arms and kissed her.

Then, I walked her to the far wall and made her stand in the corner.

 

"You will stand here until I tell you otherwise.

If you are quiet and a good girl, I will not make you stand there for the rest of the day.

I am going to finish my paper and you will please remain quiet. "

 

Afterwards, on her own, Lisa went down on me licking and sucking on my cock.

"Slow down, and take your time."

I said.

"Just like that, use your tongue on the tip, now in a circular motion.

Now, lick the shaft...very good.

Try licking and kissing my balls.

That feels wonderful.... yes keep it up, God I wish your hair was longer.

Keep on sucking all of it and use your tongue while you are sucking."

I exploded in her mouth and my orgasm was incredible.

I was so happy that she went down on me without asking, that in my exuberance, I managed to break a rung on my chair.

Oh well, it was worth it.

 

Lisa put two stones in the mason jar that afternoon.

I shared two special kisses with her as I was walking out the door to get her clothing. 

 

I returned with four nice housedresses, all in fine pima cotton.

One was short sleeved the other two had three quarter sleeves and the last, full long sleeves.

All four dresses were cut to fall at the knee or just below.

I also bought Lisa undergarments and the necessary toiletries.

 

She opened her bag of toiletries first, removing her shampoo, conditioner etc.....

I have seldom seen her so happy with such simple things, including the hairpins and elastic hair ties.

 

She chose the dark green dress with the three quarter sleeves to wear first.

She then modeled for me, turning slowly and smiling and then going into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

 

"You look lovely in that dress, my dear.

I called to her from the kitchen.

"I will enjoy seeing you wearing nice dresses that I chose for you from now on

These are very modest and proper to remind you that you are my woman and a lady. "

 

She came into the kitchen and hugged me.

I had to admit to myself that I missed her hugs.

I also missed her long hair.

I could tell that Lisa got the hint with the elastic hair ties and hairpins.

 

"Adam, will you show me your Bookstore?

She asked, happily.

All the housework is done. 

You can teach me the job when the store is closed.

It will save time and will be more efficient that way.

I will know where everything is so that I will be ready when the time comes."

 

"I am going to run a few miles and then take a 20-minute nap. "

I told her.

You are going to get the owners manual for the stove and read it.

When I wake up you will tell me what you learned.

There is a Betty Crocker Cook Book as well as the manual in the drawer by the refrigerator.

Find the recipe for roasted chicken, potatoes, onions and carrots and then memorize it.

When I return from my walk, I will quiz you on what you learned, and I will consider your suggestion."

 

She memorized the recipe, repeating it back and I set her to the task of preparing supper.

There was no television (I didn't own one) telephone calls or hair appointments, or any appointments to distract her.

I did not stand over Lisa and check her every move.  

She sat in the kitchen with her poetry book waiting for the timer to ring from time to time reminding her to baste the chicken. 

As a consequence of no necessary distractions, our dinner was exceptional, simple but exceptional.

My generous praise was an incentive to encourage Lisa that she could cook if she put her mind to it.

 

Two weeks went by. 

Lisa was always up 90 minutes before me preparing my breakfast and getting ready for inspection.

There would be no more lying in bed until 11:00 AM or noon for her now as those days were over.

I am an early riser, waking up at 5:00 AM, and I generally am in bed by 10:00 PM.

 

Lisa stood naked before me every morning and evening.

I would make sure that her legs were silky smooth and her armpits hairless.

I paid particular attention to her vagina and ass area, sending her back to shave it over unless they were perfect.

If I had to send her back twice, she was spanked.

Whenever practical, discipline was deferred, giving her time to contemplate and worry about the upcoming punishment.

This mentioned deferment was very effective.

Usually, if I was not pleased with the inspection, Lisa skipped one meal as punishment or was not allowed to listen to the radio

or play the stereo.

The result was that she turned to books more and more to occupy her free time.

As I said, Lisa was restricted to the third floor and not allowed outside, except on the roof to hang out the wash to dry.

I only ate two meals a day now to help keep fit.

The loss of one meal for her was a big deal, the same for music.

She absolutely hated standing in the corner.

The loss of a meal also meant standing in the corner until I was finished eating.

 

After another six months had gone by, she was comfortable with the rules and my routine, and her hair is growing out nicely. 

It was like we were courting again except I did not have to take her home.

I was getting more hugs and kisses then ever before and Lisa could not wait to start working more hours in the bookstore.

I have allowed Lisa to come downstairs to give Margie her paid lunch break.

And with Christmas fast approaching in just three weeks, Mary was helping out weekend evenings as well.

She was aware of my brief love affair with Mary, as Margie had inadvertently let it slip.... or perhaps not so inadvertently?

I could find no fault with anything she was doing; the mason jar was one quarter full.

I am allowing her to sleep on the futon now, the next step, with me in bed.

 

One early Sunday afternoon I was cooking brunch for us.

Her sister Janice and the children were going to spend the afternoon here and then Janice would take her girls to the movies.

Mark wouldn't have anything to do with Lisa, but he loved his wife and in the end accepted a compromise.

Janice was an exceptional housekeeper and Lisa wanted everything to be perfect as this was their first visit.

This was something that Lisa never cared about before.

 

She walked up behind me putting her arms around my waist, hugging me.

"Adam, may I go to the movies with them?"

 

"Well, that depends, what is the movie rated?"

I asked, putting the eggs and bacon on the plate and handing it to her.

 

"It is rated G for General Audience and age appropriate for the girls.

And if it's OK with you, may I to go shopping with them, afterwards?"

 

How much money will you need?"

I asked sitting down at the kitchen table and she sat across from me.

 

"May I please have forty dollars?

She asked

 

"Yes you may...eat your breakfast, it is getting cold."

I picked up the paper, and put it in front of my face to hide my smile...........................

 

Before they left for the movies, I took Lisa's nieces downstairs to the bookshop and let them select a book each as a gift.

Wendy chose; "Make Way For Ducklings" and Debbie, the youngest, selected "The Cat In The Hat."

They were both lovely and well-mannered children, Wendy just turning 6, and Debbie, precocious Debbie was going on 4.

I lamented the fact that I never had any children and that her nieces were too young to remember me since my divorce.

 

Lisa came downstairs with Janice wearing one of her long green housedress, a garter and stockings and black pumps.

Lisa's natural virgin hair was about 5 inches long now, and her face was makeup free.

My only concession to her was to allow her to pluck and shape her eyebrows, plus apply clear nail polish on her short natural nails.

 

"Janice, would you please wait with the girls in the car, I have to talk to Lisa about something."

 

After they left.

"If there are any change in your plans you will telephone me."

 

"Yes Adam."

 

"Here is one hundred dollars; a fifty, two tens, five fives and five ones.

There is enough there to buy yourself a purse/ wallet combo and makeup if you wish.

Do not put the makeup on, and be sure to bring back all the receipts.

Your nieces are delightful children, and are welcome to visit here anytime.

 

"Yes, Adam, thank you for letting me go and having my family over for a visit.

She said, hugging me tight.

 

I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth long and deep.

 

"One more thing, little girl, are you wearing panties?

I asked, running my finger through her short hair.

 

"Yes of course I am?"

 

"You will take your panties off.

You will not be wearing them on this little excursion.

Your dress is long enough and no one will know except you and I."

 

Lisa blushed a marvelous shade of red... however, she also complied by handing over her panties too me.  

 

"This will remind you that even in public or with your family you are my woman and under my thumb.  

Have a nice time and remember you are a lady, my Lady.

But first give me a kiss goodbye.

I do enjoy your kisses, my dear. 

I grabbed her roughly again, kissing her mouth and then giving her ass a slap.

When you return this evening, I may make an exception this evening and let you sleep with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    Funny thing technology, it can work for you or against you. The internet for example - marvellous opportunities for communication and research, but it also enables people to trace you - some that you may quite possibly prefer couldn't! Outraged husbands you have cuckolded, ex-wives seeking all those withheld alimony payments. The group of retirees you fleeced of their life-savings with that fake investment scam.

    But then there was Amy!

    For those of you who have read my last published account "On The Banks of the Ohio" you will know who she is.

    Not twenty-four hours after that story appeared last week I received an email from Amy herself who incredibly, had read the account

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, and which she wrote in her email had emotionally drained her, as she re-lived in her own mind, all we shared so intimately that afternoon almost eight long years ago.

    We have neither corresponded or been in contact with one another all that time.

    Just twenty-four now herself, her communique filled in those missing years whilst mine back to her, achieved a similar purpose. She wrote of her regret that we were apparently never to see each other again and that for quite some time afterwards, she had cried herself to sleep wishing she could have spent more time with me. Fortuitous though it was that she had not fallen pregnant that day. Such an eventuality quite obviously not the ideal upshot, with two years of school yet to run.

    I confided to her that my on-going journey to Columbus and beyond that evening, was not without great sadness to myself and that had it not been for my strict work itinerary, my impulse was to go back to New Richmond and tell her that which I felt, despite the inappropriate age-difference.

   "Well I don't live all that far from there now," she emailed, "Do you still feel like coming back to tell me?"

    Having been a creature of impulse all my life, I was on the first plane out of Sydney, Tuesday morning.

    Barely four weeks since I completed the same thirteen-and-a-half hour haul out to 'Frisco en route to Denver, at least I could look forward to a different forwarding flight - to Columbus this time. I felt like a drive - which was just as well, Springfield is some ninety-five minutes due west of the city (OK, eighty minutes the way I drive) along Interstate 70.

    Picking up a Chrysler Sebring from a cute little brunette, resident at Thrifty's sales desk at Columbus International, I hit the highway, wondering what seven years or so might have done to my recalled images of young Amy. Then I glanced in the rear-vision mirror. Yikes! what had those same years wreaked on my crowning glory, not to mention that unsightly roll gathering prominence around my waistline. For a moment I hoped that her looks had faded too - somewhat levelling the playing field, I rationalised.

    The Marriott Courtyard on South Fountain, sandwiched between West Main and West High Streets is a class act any way you look at it and the food they dish up in the Meta Urban bistro there is worth a stay in itself.

    Unpacking the small amount of luggage I had brought, I called Amy's cellphone, it being mid-afternoon.

   "Hello," she answered, almost shyly. The soft voice sounded exactly as I remembered it.

   "Is it too late in the day for hotcakes?" I enquired.

    I suspect she was about to say "Pardon me?" but then I heard a little gasp of surprise instead.

   "Is that you Noel?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you in Springfield already?"

   "Well either that, or you're talking to some incredibly well- programmed hologram sweetheart," I told her. "Yep just checked into the Marriott Courtyard Hotel - you know where that is?"

   "Oh yes," she answered, "Want me to come over now?"

   "Up to you," I countered. "You can just send me an email instead if you prefer." She giggled...the most delightful of girlish attributes.

   "I'll take my chances," she whispered.

   "Silly girl," I replied hitting "end call." Wonderful thing international roam!

    Not forty minutes later, the lightest of knocks on my door.

   "Thank God, my hot-cakes at last." I said, swinging wide the door to my suite.

    Takes a lot to surprise me. What stood on my thresh-hold definitely surprised me. Now she looked only nineteen...if that! Same hair, same face - same beautiful figure..absolutely nothing changed. I was almost embarrassed to be there.

   "OK Amy," I muttered "This some sort of illusion? You got George Lucas' Industrial Light and Magic working on your case? What's the story here?...you hardly look a day different!"

    Her blushing just made her look younger still.

   "Well, I guess you may as well come in sweetheart." I told her, taking her arm and propelling her into my room. Catches like this you definitely don't toss back in the river.

   "Would you like a drink Amy?" I asked, glancing towards the mini-bar. "Nothing less than ten bucks a can I'd be guessing. Maybe if we both have one they'll discount the bill at check-out?"

   "Why don't we go out and have something?" she suggested, smiling prettily.

    I wasn't really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now approaching her mid twenties. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was cut much the same as it had been all those years ago. Worse, my fully depraved faculties were wishing she had worn that sexy little school uniform again. I thought it best not to mention this particular fact.

    Putting my arm around her waist, I found a pair of lips in close proximity to my own. Does a cat pass-up a sparrow within a paw's reach? No way - nor was I likely to allow so golden an opportunity to pass unchecked.

    She tasted even better. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.

   "Yeah, well about that little walk," I coughed nervously. Another few moments like this and the "do not disturb" sign would have been getting a work-out!

    Again that cheekiest of smiles. I just grabbed her hand and we took off.

    Strolling northwards along Fountain Avenue we came across a hospitable little eatery called "Station 1." Whilst not exactly a five star restaurant....it is after all, eat-in or take-away, the menu was good and the décor acceptable. I had me an enormous ham and turkey club sandwich that was big enough to need scaffolding, while Amy settled for their "Philly Cheesesteak" - a tempting steak, onion, peppers and provolone creation that would satisfy anyone nudging starvation. We shared a plate of french fries.

    Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to "Dubya's" likely short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so.

    Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately conversation of a wholly different nature seemed to be indicated and thus we returned to the Courtyard.

    Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed while I shifted a few things into the cupboard, she giggled softly.

   "This is way comfier than last time I was with you."

    Whether by design or accident, I rather think the latter, I could hardly fail to notice suddenly that the hemline of her skirt had shifted well up her thighs and if that wasn't a glimmer of enticing light-colored material snuggling up there just beyond the periphery of my up-skirt vision, then fancy was outstripping reality.

    I sat down beside her.

    "You thinking what I'm hoping?" I asked her softly.

    "Uh huh," was all she muttered. It was all she had to.

     The thing about lacy little blouses is, they're such fun to unbutton. Most especially when beneath, one comes across the skimpiest of silky bras that the designers have so thoughtfully equipped with a front clasp. Even as Amy lay back on the coverlet, her hair splayed attractively all over the pillow, I kissed her still rather petite breasts through the almost transparent material whilst dexterously unhooking her bra cups. Sliding them aside, her pretty breasts lay exposed to my vision just as they had all those years ago. I desired them equally and even as I drew down softly on her right nipple, feeling imminently, the softness swell between my lips, I could sense her body tensing momentarily - not with any trepidation I knew, but rather the knowledge of what was to come.

   "You are the most beautiful girl Amy," I whispered to her, running my hands across both breasts and teasing her nipples to the erect stage I think we both wanted to see them. She looked up me with the same vulnerable appeal that she had that day when still sixteen and I caressed her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

    I think it was at that point it turned serious!

    She made no move to resist me as I tugged that tight little skirt higher, exposing fully now her pastel blue undies...which, if not a girl's most erotically charged undergarment, is the gateway to unfettered pleasured fantasy.

    Applying the gentlest of friction to the front of her panties I revelled in her escalating desire and slipping my hand beneath the waistband, located the true heat source, concealed as it was 'midst a downy softness that no man-made fibre could replicate.

    Hastily peeling her panties down I separated her labia and commenced a lateral caress of her wonderfully soft and moist inner lips. Her wide-eyed acceptance of her immediate fate fully approved and date-stamped.

   "Do I have to tell you what I felt that night Amy as I drove away from New Richmond?" I muttered softly, kissing her intermittently.

   "I had tears in my eyes all the way back to Columbus," if you really want to know." She looked up at me, those same tears in her eyes now.

   "I want you Noel," she whispered barely audibly. She needn't have!

   "Yeah? Well guess what? I ain't rushing off this time sweetheart." I told her. As I spoke, I parted her legs and having already extricated what might be considered, my "tool of trade," positioned myself where I knew others must inevitably have been....though none could ever claim to have been there first. It wasn't an aspect needed further contemplation I figured.

    It's kind of an old cliché to say we were then "lost in the rhythm," yet this is how it was. Not a case of two biologically driven teenagers answering the call of lust. No "obligatory" union between long marrieds that rarely gets out of first gear and definitely no fumbling amateurs hoping for the best, yet discovering the least. We made love, pure and simple and at the point she clung to me as I substantially raised her fluid level, she smiled up at me with that sexy "cat that just finished off the cream" expression that girls are so good at.

   "That was soo loving," she whispered, fully in a post orgasmic haze now. I was floating too, on an ocean of my own making. This was no more than the aperitif.

    I think I had her naked in less than a minute and under the covers, where I joined her for early afternoon mass. Pulling her astride me, it was very much a case of "Father Forgive me for what I know I'm going to do!"

    That hot little mouth was more than willing to share its pent-up desire with my own. Kissing her with all the passion I could accrue, I had to admire her complete mastery of the occasion. Spreading her legs to the max to thus allow her access to guide me deep inside her, I was left with my own hands free with which to explore her youthful body and its many interesting crevices.

    No matter what your experience in these things, all girls are different and each one weaves an individual magic all her own. I have had the greatest fortune to have been dealt the opportunity to caress many young girls hot little bottoms, some of dubious age I will be the first to admit. Each and every one has been a treasured moment in time and Wednesday's exploratory of Amy's sexy little rear-end was definitely no exception. There is actually nothing greatly more arousing than smoothing your way over a young girl's rearward curves, even as you thrust up hard inside her. Her vulnerability at such times is extreme and its kinda fun also to wonder what her father would be thinking, if only he knew.

    With her firm breasts making the most delightful contact with my upper chest and her hair all over my face as she wriggled contentedly, I can't actually picture a more pleasant position to be in.

   "Three more thrusts should do it," I was thinking somewhat proudly. As it happened, two was all it took and even as she ground her hips against mine to better facilitate that final delivery mechanism, I pulled the hair from her eyes, so's I could watch her expression as I pumped everything I had left deep inside that most private of feminine receptacles.

   "You're trying to kill me Amy, right?" I spluttered between my on-going respiratory distress, "Death by pleasure - that's the intent here I'm guessing."

   "Can't you keep up with a twenty-four year old?" she giggled softly.

   "Twenty-four?" I replied. "I'm pretending you're almost fourteen sweetie, what's your problem!"

   "You're disgusting," she fired back, "But c'mon I want you to fuck me again." She wriggled her hips once more, as if I even needed further encouragement.

   "Ohh, this is getting serious Amy," I muttered. "You're using the "f" word now. Have you no shame?"

   "Not with you," she giggled as I manoeueverd her on top of me, but on her back this time.

    There is no more vulnerable a position than this for a girl. Her breasts wholly at your digital mercy, her pussy too...especially if she opts to spread her legs to the limit of her muscular capability. If you can't get her pregnant in that pose - give it away my friend.

    From my viewpoint, pretty much going through the motions, given my fully depleted stock but Amy was far from replete.

    Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I'm not sure it wasn't my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my seven inches of penile insert was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done.

    "Don't stop, don't stop." She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance of controlled emotion. Unsure just how long I could maintain this level of aggravated sexual conduct myself, I began to kiss her neck and this, to my everlasting gratitude, brought forth the desired conclusion.

    I held her breasts tightly, even as she was transported by one tsunami of an orgasm. I felt it radiating outwards...I think I even contributed a last few cubic millimeters of sticky stuff myself. Can't be sure though.

    The next eight hours we simply slept together blissfully. Amy cradled in my arms with her back to me as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. Sex is great but closeness is everything.

    As I said to her when we woke just a few hours ago.

   "Where the Hell do we go from here?"

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Hi friends mera naam ankit hai. Meri age 22 yr hai aur mai nagpur ka rahne wala hu. Ye meri real life ke bare me hai.
Meri ek bachpn ki saheli hai Divya. Hum school life se hi saath padhte the. Hum achhe dost the. Ekdam close frnds. Wo mere ghar ke paas hi rahti hai to humara ekdusre ke ghar aana jana rahta hai. 12 th ke baad hum dono ka ek hi clg me engineering ke liye no laga. So hum bohot khush the. Divya dikhne me jyada sundar nahi hai par. Bohot modern hai. Hum sare boys ki wo school me pahli pasand thi. Infact mai bhi jb 12 th me tha to use imagine karke muth marta tha. Baat 2nd year ki hai Divya ke do break up ho chuke the. Wo apni love life me bohot serious hai. Wo 3rd time relationship me aayi thi. Divya aapni sari baate muzse share karti thi. Jaise uska 1st kiss, 1st d

Desperate Horny Housewife

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This is a true story.

 

I’ve been married for ten years and although I should be very happy with the life I have as my husband provides me with all the material things I could need or want I’ve been unsatisfied and sexually frustrated for the last four years. My husband has a very good job but does work long hours and even when he is home he often works. When he is not working he is more interested in spending time with our two children than with me. We have sex at most once a month, sometimes going up three or four months without having sex. When we do have sex it’s nothing special, he usually fucks me doggie style and doesn

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’t last as long as I would prefer. Since I don’t work I often masturbate during the day when I get home from the gym.

 

I’m 36 years old now but I’m the same weight I was when we got married, 115lbs and at 5’5’’ tall I have a slender body. I’m pretty with dark hair and blue eyes. I work out five times a week and have kept my petite body firm and tight. I have well defined long legs, tone arms, a flat belly and a very firm round ass. I keep my pussy shaved bald because I like it smooth and I think most guys appreciate a bald pussy when they go down on a woman, not that my husband goes down on me often! My tits are a large b-cup, but they look more like a c-cup on my thin frame and they are very perky and firm with big puffy nipples that get erect if the wind blows, I’m that horny! I constantly get told that my tits look great. I have been hit on numerous times at the gym by dozens of men and I’ll admit I do flirt with lots of them which is why I often masturbate when I get home, but I’ve always been good.

 

About a year ago I joined a swing site, I guess with the hopes that I could talk my husband into letting me fuck other men or meet other couples to swap with, but I never had the courage to tell my husband about the site. About three months after joining the site I made a surprising discovery. My neighbor’s 22 year old son (David) from down the block had a profile with face pictures. I’ve known him since he was 14 and he has turned out to be a very sexy guy. He’s 6’2’’ tall, about 190lbs, dark hair, muscular body and very hot. He also had naked pictures and sex pictures and I saw he had a huge cock.

 

I started fantasizing about him all the time and made excuses to see him and whenever we talked my pussy got wet. Finally after a few months I got the courage to start chatting with him online not letting him know who I was of course. Even though I had no face pictures on my profile I was still very nervous because I was afraid he’d recognize my body. I had naked pictures of my body on my profile and even though he hasn’t seen me naked he has seen me in a bikini, so I thought he might recognize my body, but he never seemed to know it was me.

 

We talked a lot and I opened up to him about how unfilled my sex life was and about how my husband ignored me, but I never gave him any details that he’d know it was me, in fact I’d say a few things to throw him off. He’d webcam for me and let me watch him masturbate, which I loved. I did tell him that my husband’s cock was small especially compared to his, which he always enjoyed hearing. He never pressured me to meet him, in fact I thought he was so sweet and understanding.

 

Another thing I found frustrating about my husband is he never did anything around the house as far fixing stuff. He wasn’t very handy and didn’t enjoy manual labor. He’d just hire someone to do the work, so when spring arrived and we needed work done around the yard and house I suggest we see if David wanted to do it. My husband thought it was a good idea since he figured he wouldn’t cost much. I approached David about the work and he agreed saying he could use the extra money.

 

I loved having him around and always made sure I looked nice and sometimes I couldn’t help myself and I’d flirt with him ever so slightly and I did catch him a number of times checking me out. One day I was dressed in a very tight gym outfit right before I was ready to go to the gym. I saw him staring at my tits as my nipples were clearly visible pushing against my white tight top. That excited me and I guess I went a little too far flirting with him because after about ten minutes of flirting with him he asked, “So have you ever actually meet anyone from the swing site or do you just like watching guys masturbate on their cam?”

 

I was speechless and felt my face get warm as it turned red. With the biggest smile on his face he told me not to be embarrassed and I tried to play dumb. He told me, “Rachel, we can go inside and I’ll show you the site. I’m positive it’s your body, which as I’ve told you online I think you have an incredible body.”

 

At this point I didn’t even want to deny it. I asked him, “Have you told anyone that I’m on that site?” I added, “I’ve never cheated, but I am desperate for good sex…any sex, but I don’t want anyone knowing.”

 

He replied, “No I haven’t told anyone and never will.” He added, “You know I’ve always thought you were hot and had a crush on you since I was a freshman in high school. I think your husband is an ass for ignoring you! You deserve so much better!”

 

I was touched by what he said. I asked him, “So what do we do now?” I was nervous so I admit that was a stupid question since I know what we both wanted to do.

 

He responded, “Let me take you inside and pleasure you all afternoon. I’ll do everything we talked about online.”

 

I said okay and we went inside my house. Once inside out of the view of any neighbors we quickly undressed get other and kissed passionately. I lead him to my bedroom as his hands were all over my naked body, I couldn’t wait to get him in my bed! He laid me down on the bed and knelt down between my legs and began licking my bald pussy. It felt so good and he even let his tongue wander to my asshole, which my moans told him I enjoyed so he made it a point to keep returning to my asshole each time spending longer and longer. When he finally made me cum his tongue had been working my asshole for 15 minutes straight as he fingered my pussy with three fingers. It was a great orgasm!

 

After I finished cumming he stood up and his thick 8 inch cock was fully hard. He asked me if I wanted him to wear a condom but told me he didn’t have any with him. I didn’t have any either and told him he didn’t need to wear one even if I did have a condom. He climbed on top of me and slowly inserted his big cock into my soaked pussy. We stared into each other’s eyes as he slid his cock all the way into me. It felt so good feeling a cock inside my pussy and especially having one as large as David’s. It must’ve been over twelve years since the last time I had a big cock, damn did I miss the size! It was also much more intimate than being on my hand and knees being plunged from behind like my husband always does to me.

 

He fucked me slow and deep as we kissed and he talked to me so sweetly. He told me how good it felt to be inside my pussy and how much he has wanted to fuck me and for how long he’s been waiting for this moment. Every word he said and every touch and every thrust of his cock made me fall harder for this charming young guy. I was so starved for affection and sex I was having a hard time separating my emotions from the hot pounding sex as he gradually increased the speed at which his cock was pumping my pussy! I’d like to say I felt guilty cheating on my husband for the first time, but actually my only feelings when I did think of my husband was how much bigger and better David was and how overdue this was. My husband brought this on and I knew this wasn’t going to be the last time I fucked David or cheated on my husband with other men. As I was getting my brains fucked out I felt a sense of liberation!

 

Within minutes of David fucking me faster I felt a big orgasm building. I told him I was going to cum and begged him to fuck me harder. He did exactly as I told him and pinned my wrist down and started to jackhammer my pussy and my firm tits bounced back and forth uncontrollably. My pussy immediately exploded and he pulled his cock out and watched me spray my juices all over him and my bed. I hadn’t squirted like that in years and never by my husband.  He then pushed his big thick cock back inside my cunt and continued to pump my pussy hard. For the next 15 minutes I experiences wave after wave of orgasms overcome me. It was the biggest orgasms of my life, definitely better than anything I ever felt with my husband! I was moaning so loud that later David mentioned the entire block probably heard me!

 

When he was finally ready to cum, and I can’t tell you how thrilled and impressed I was he could last so long, he pulled his cock out of me and returned the favor shooting his cum all over my body. Stream after stream of thick white cum splashed onto my face, tits and stomach. After he finished ejaculating all over me he stuck his still hard cock back in my cunt and began fucking me more. My young stud fucked me for another 10 to 15 minutes until we both started to cum at the same time. We kissed as my pussy clamped down on his cock milking it as he shot his cum deep in my pussy, it was so incredibly intense and beautiful!

 

After that we laid in bed for like 15 minutes both trying to recover. We discussed how much we both just loved fucking each other and we agreed we fuck as often as we could. Eventually he sat up and was ready to dress and leave, but I pulled him back and told him I still had some free time and wanted to play with his awesome body. He obliged and just laid back down as I lick, kissed and sucked every inch of his body. He loved having his nipples sucked which my husband didn’t so I enjoyed doing that to him. As I was licking his balls and stroking and sucking on his cock he also let me lick his asshole, another thing my husband didn’t let me do because he is so homophobic.

 

David not only let me tongue his asshole but he moaned loudly showing he really enjoy it, which turned me on. When I went back to sucking his cock I circled his asshole with my index finger and when I started to push my finger against his asshole I expected him to stop me, but he didn’t so I continued to push until my finger penetrated him. As my finger sank into his ass he let out a deep loan moan.

 

I asked him, “Are you okay with me doing this to you?”

 

After he said yes I started finger fucking his ass as I stroked his cock. I asked him, “Have you ever had this done to you before?”

 

For some reason I was expecting him to say no, so when he said yes I was surprised and was very curious to hear all about it. I asked him numerous questions as I slide a second finger into his ass and although it was difficult to talk as I fingered his asshole he answered every question. I found out that he actually likes older women and has fucked a few and one hot woman in her 40’s got him into having his ass fucked. He admitted to getting fucked by her with a strap-on. I didn’t have a strap-on, but I did reach into my nightstand and pulled out a medium sized dildo.

 

I asked him, “Can I fuck you with this? Can you handle this size?”

 

He told me, “You can fuck me with that if you like, but start me off gently and you need to lube it up good.”

 

After I lubed the dildo I had him grab behind his knees and pull back his legs. I had perfect access to his asshole and pushed my rubber cock up his ass. I loved watching his face and watching the dildo sliding in and out of his ass at the same time. I started him off slowly as he requested but kept fucking him faster, waiting for him to tell me when to ease up, but he never did. I was impressed at how hard he was taking! I stroked his cock as I fucked him in the ass very fast. He looked so hot struggling to handle the cock pumping his ass! I totally loved him for letting me do this to him and told him how hot all of this was.

 

My arm was actually getting tired from thrusting the dildo in and out of his ass, but I felt precum start to ooze from the head of his cock and could tell by his moans he was going to cum so I pumped his ass deeper and faster. He then grunted loudly as cum squirted from his cock with such force. He hit himself across his face with stream after stream with the last couple of streams landing on his muscular chest. It was so most incredible thing I ever did to a guy or witnessed.

 

After he finished cumming and I removed my dildo from his ass and he said, “So much for being gentle with me.”

 

I apologized and said I got carried away but he told me, “Don’t worry as you can tell I definitely enjoyed it though I’m a little embarrassed since I’ve never cum like that before while getting my ass fucked.”

 

With the biggest grin on my face I told him, “Don’t be embarrassed I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever done to a guy and I’m glad I made you cum!”

 

He laughed and said, “Yeah I can tell by that grin on your face you are pretty proud of yourself.”

 

I laughed saying, “Yeah I am proud and you should be happy because tomorrow when you come by I’m going to let you fuck my ass even though I don’t think I can handle your big cock up my ass, but you were such a good sport plus my pussy will probably be too sore tomorrow to fuck since it has been basically out of commission for years because of my lame husband.”

 

His eyes lit up at the though of fucking my tight little ass and he promised to break my ass in gently and also promised to keep give my pussy a work-out on a regular basis. We cleaned up and I changed my sheets as soon as he left. The next day he squeezed his big cock into my asshole as I was on all fours. He fucked my ass for a half hour straight as he pumped my pussy with the same dildo I used on his asshole the day before. It was the first time I’ve ever gotten my asshole and pussy fucked simultaneously and the sensation was intense! After a huge orgasm he told me he was going to eventually get me a second guy so I could experience it with two real cocks.

 

We now fuck about three times a week and the best part is my husband is always paying him for the work he does around the house, little does he know he’s paying this young stud to fuck his wife.  David also talked me into forming a joint profile with him as a couple on the swing website and it wasn’t long after that I had my first of many MFM threesome as he sets us up dates with lots of single guys of all age and race. We also swap with other couples too and he’s got me to have sex with women. It’s amazing what a slut I’ve become and I’m loving every bit of it!

 

Janie's BIG Day

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“OOOOHH, YES SIR! Oh give it to me good, master Billy! Oh sir, I’m going to cum! OH, OH, OOOOOOHHH!! Oh sir, that was the best! You’re such a virile, strong man, master Billy. See those little windows in the bottom corner? This is what happens when one of those sweet things gets careless, and greedy.

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires- Chapter Six - The Common Room

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Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Six – The Common Room

 

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

 

Story Codes: mmmf, mf, x-gang, cream pie, exhib, hp, magic, orgy, preg

 

Draco Malfoy had the Spel

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lbook of Desires; a book he knew would be put to good use at both meeting his needs and getting back at his mortal enemy, Harry Potter and his friends.  As he flipped through the thick leather-bound book, he realized the power it could have over the students of Hogwarts.  Not only would he have the ability to get any pussy he wanted, he would be able to use it against anyone who crossed him, student or teacher.  Malfoy however, now knew what had happened to his mother and was furious.  Ron Weasley had used one of the spells from the book to influence his mother to have sex with him in the restroom during the Quidditch World Cup.  The odd disappearance of his mother and her flustered return from the bathroom after Weasley came out sweating was a clear indicator of the book’s involvement.  It was on the basis of this encounter that Malfoy had decided to get back at Ron Weasley and his entire family.  Embarrassment seemed to be the best method to achieve that goal; so as Malfoy and the rest of the students of Hogwarts settled into Hogwarts for the school year, he was already planning his course of action.

 

Malfoy read the book for the entire night after the sorting of houses; he was intent on finding the best possible spell or potion to make sure everyone at Hogwarts could see who the Weasley’s really were.  Since Ron had fucked his mother, Malfoy had decided that the best way to get back at Ron was to have Ron’s best friend Harry and a couple of his other friends fuck his little sister Ginny in front of him and the rest of Gryffindor House.  Malfoy wouldn’t take part directly, but he would find a way to have a front row seat to the show.

 

After hours of reading and planning, Malfoy finally decided on the best spell, time and location.  Malfoy knew the best location for maximum exposure would be the Great Hall, but since the teachers and other students would be there, and would likely intervene before Ginny and the rest of the Weasley family learned their lesson, he knew he had to find a better location.  The second best location would be the Gryffindor House common room and the best time would be in the morning, just as everybody was coming down for breakfast.  He’d have to break into the Gryffindor common room in the early hours of the morning and cast the appropriate spells on the various parties while they slept.  The plan was complex and two-fold; he’d need to use a spell and a potion for the plan to work.  Malfoy would also need to enlist the help from a fellow Slytherin House member, for the plan to go off without a hitch.  He’d use the spell on Ginny Weasley and the potions on Harry Potter, and a couple of other Gryffindor boys.

 

The spell description read:

A dangerous and potentially damaging spell, which turns the intended target into an insatiable slut, bent on having as much sex as possible.  This spell works only on the female sex, and leaves the intended target immobile until the spell takes total effect.  Warning!  This spell has no time limit and no counter-spell.  The only way for the spell to be lifted is for the intended target to be completely satisfied.  Satisfaction for the target is not achieved easily and their memory of the encounters under the spell will remain forever.

 

The spell work was simple; a few wand movements and the word ‘Hornilificus’ and Ginny Weasley would become immobile for several minutes before the spell kicked in and her need for sex would overpower her.

 

The second part of the plan involved another fairly simple potion; a potion which would have the effect of creating a powerful attraction to the target of their choice.

 

The potion description read:

Have you ever desired what you knew you could never have; a stranger, a secret crush or even a close friend.  Does their icy cold attitude make it impossible to break that shell-like exterior?  If you ever wanted someone to submit to your every desire with no ill consequences, then this potion will satisfy your every need!  This potion will release your intended target’s every sexual inhibition until they become your total sexual slave!  Warning, the intended target will only be sexually uninhibited for the intended benefactor, No one else!

 

The potion was simple, requiring only hot water, hair from Ginny’s head and a simple spell that would turn the potion into a powerful aphrodisiac that would last a total of one hour.

 

Malfoy would use the help of Pansy Parkinson to pull of his plan.  After Pansy cast the ‘Hornilificus’ spell on Ginny and carried her downstairs, Malfoy would take a few hairs from her head and make the necessary potion.  He would then go upstairs into Potter’s dorm, and give him and two others some of the potion while they were still sleeping.  The potion’s effects would be immediate; forcing the three boys to seek out Ginny Weasley and fuck her brains out.

 

The plan was complex, but with the help of Pansy, the plan could go off without a hitch.  Luckily, Malfoy’s father had given him an invisibility cloak for his last birthday, and it would be perfect for the task at hand.  Malfoy would sneak up to the Gryffindor common room and wait at the entrance until he heard the password.  He’d then make his way up to the common room after midnight with Pansy and enter using the invisibility cloak and the stolen password.

 

Malfoy relayed the complex plan to Pansy, who would do anything for Malfoy, and after Malfoy stole the password the next day and memorized the essential spells and potions, they made their way up to Gryffindor House under the invisibility cloak at five in the morning.  Draco had left the Spellbook of Desires locked in his chest, not wanting anyone else to get a hold of his prized possession.  When they reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, Malfoy whispered the password from under the cloak to the Fat Lady, who, tired and unconcerned, let them in without thinking.  Malfoy and Pansy made sure the Gryffindor common room was empty before pulling off the cloak and getting to business.  Malfoy found a small cauldron and stirred hot water into it, while Pansy cast the spell on Ginny and brought her downstairs.  Malfoy quickly cut three hairs from Ginny’s unconscious head before placing them in the cauldron and casting the spell on the contents.  Malfoy then poured most of the contents into a large cup before making his way to the boy’s staircase and opening the fourth year bedroom quietly.  Malfoy tiptoed into the room; moving over to Harry and tipping a mouthful of the potion into his mouth.  Harry woke up immediately, making Malfoy jump in shock.  Harry stared at Malfoy for a second, before pulling off his sheets and running out the door towards Ginny.  Malfoy then moved over to Seamus Finnigan and poured some of the potion into his mouth as well before doing the same with Dean Thomas, who both woke up immediately and followed Harry out the room.

 

Malfoy, overjoyed at the success of the plan so far, ran out after the three boys, hoping to catch the entire act as it happened.  Malfoy had brought along a small camera, perfect for making a nice moving photo album of the orgy that was about to happen.  Malfoy met up with Pansy after making it downstairs, and was astonished at how quick the three boys had rushed to Ginny to start and undress her.  They had her on the Gryffindor homework table, with all three of them climbing on top of the table with her and tearing off her clothes.  They were so fast in fact, that Ginny hadn’t even awoken from the spell.  As Harry ripped off her pajama top and Dean and Seamus pulled off her bottoms, Ginny finally began to wake.  Nobody seemed to even notice Pansy and Draco, as Ginny opened her eyes to see Harry ripping off her bra and two other boys pulling off her tight pink panties to reveal small firm breasts and a completely bald thirteen year old pussy.  Ginny’s eyes opened wide, not in shock, but in excitement as Harry began kissing her.

 

Malfoy’s cock hardened at how hot Ginny was.  He had never even thought of fucking Ginny himself, but knew now that she would make a perfect target for him at a later date.  In the meantime, he and Pansy watched Ginny being ravaged by the three Gryffindor boys.

 

Harry continued to kiss Ginny while he used his hands to massage her tiny tits.  Seamus and Dean meanwhile, were both jamming their fingers into Ginny’s tight pussy.

 

‘Mmmm’ Ginny moaned, feeling the several pairs of hands molesting her teenage body as Harry continued to kiss her.

 

Taking this as a sign, Harry pulled off his own pajamas, throwing them to the side before straddling Ginny’s face and moving his already hard cock towards her mouth.  Ginny gave him a quick wink before Harry guided his five inch cock into her warm slick mouth.  Harry took no time at all before he was slamming his entire five inches into Ginny’s open mouth.

 

As Harry started fucking Ginny’s pretty face, Dean Thomas had shifted over to the side of Ginny, undressing himself and letting her take hold of his five inch cock and stroking it softly with her small cold fingers.  Dean groaned in pleasure as he felt Ginny’s fingers stroke back and forth over his cock.

 

Seamus meanwhile, had continued to use both his fingers and his tongue to further excite the young horny Ginny.  After a few minutes of furious finger and tongue fucking, Ginny finally came from all the stimulation, squirting a small amount of her sweet tasting juices onto Seamus’s waiting tongue.

 

Inspired by Ginny’s sudden orgasm; Harry, Seamus and Dean all decided to change things up a little.  Seamus got under Ginny and made her sit on his waist while Harry and Dean moved knelt beside Ginny’s face with their cocks positioned on either side of her face.  Ginny looked down into Seamus’s eyes before she felt him lift up her waist with his hands and impale her on his stiff cock.

 

Ginny cringed in pain, as she felt Seamus’s shaft penetrate her deeply.  She moaned as Seamus continued to pull her waist down onto his cock.  Just as she finally got accustomed to having his entire cock in her; Harry and Dean had both leaned forward, forcing Ginny to take hold of both of their cocks and begin stroking and sucking them.

 

By this point Malfoy was snapping several pictures of Ginny getting tripled teamed.  Every time his camera flashed, he could’ve swore he saw Ginny look back at him and wink, almost as if she was enjoying being caught on film.  Both Ginny’s sluttyness and her amazing body, were really turning on Malfoy by this point, making his cock grow several inches.

 

Pansy had been watching the scene unfold for several minutes, lightly brushing her own pussy through her dress as Malfoy continued to take pictures.  All of a sudden, Pansy felt Malfoy’s hardening cock brush up against her firm ass.  She moaned at its warmth, as she reached back and starting fondling Malfoy’s cock and balls with one of her hands.  Not wanting to impede Malfoy’s view or distract him while he continued to capture Ginny Weasley in her embarrassing situation, Pansy turned around and got onto her knees so she was eye level with Malfoy’s now fully hard six inches.  She undid Malfoy’s belt, unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear, and as Malfoy finally acknowledged what she was doing, she took hold of his cock and started to stroke him off.

 

Malfoy closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Pansy rubbing his cock, but all Malfoy was imagining, was Ginny Weasley stroking his cock instead.

 

Malfoy opened his eyes to see that things had changed a little in front of him.  Ginny was still moaning like a little whore, but now Dean Thomas was positioned behind her ass, preparing to slam his cock into her tight, virgin ass.  Malfoy nearly blew his load as Ginny looked back at Dean and raised her ass up a few inches to better accommodate him.  Seamus had stopped thrusting into her to let Dean better position himself at the entrance of her ass.

 

‘Stick it in my ass!’ screamed and extremely horny Ginny.

 

Dean needed no encouragement; as he prodded her tiny asshole with the tip of his black cock.  He had no intention of taking it easy on Ginny’s untried ass; plunging a total of three inches into her in his first thrust.

 

‘Ahhhhhh!’ groaned a beleaguered Ginny, feeling Dean slam his cock deep inside her anus.

 

‘Unggghhh’ screamed Ginny only seconds later, feeling a second rush of juices flow through her and gush over Seamus’s shaft, as his cock remained motionless, deep inside her spasm stricken pussy.

 

While all this was happening, Harry was still having his cock serviced by Ginny, who although having two cocks stuffed into her, still continued to play with Harry’s shaft and balls.

 

Pansy was still pumping away at Malfoy’s cock, getting a few moans of pleasure out of him, just before opening her mouth and sucking on the very tip.  She had sucked off Malfoy a few times in the last year, even letting him fuck her whenever he wanted but the situation in front of her, had really turned her on.  She gripped the base of his shaft before engulfing half of his cock in a single movement.  It took only seconds before she was passionately deep-throating Malfoy, as she continued to fondle his tightening balls.

 

As Pansy sucked him off, Malfoy was still taking pictures; making sure he got some good pictures of Ginny getting triple stuffed, having every single one of her holes filled.  Just as he was about to enact the second and most important part of the plan, he felt his own balls tighten, his cock swell, and an orgasm overwhelm him.

 

‘Unghhhh’ grunted a taxed Malfoy, not even thinking about warning Pansy, who had his entire cock buried down her throat.  Malfoy stopped taking pictures as he unleashed a considerable load of his warm cum into Pansy’s slick mouth and throat.  Malfoy stared at Ginny and imagined cumming down her throat, as he continued to pump load after load into Pansy’s mouth.

 

Pansy couldn’t help but gag, as her throat was filled and her airway cut off.  She pulled off his cock, letting Malfoy spray the last two streams of his warm cum onto her waiting face.  Not wanting to disappoint Malfoy, Pansy quickly scooped the excess cum from her face and swallowed it, before pulling up his underwear and pants and getting back to the business at hand.

 

Malfoy didn’t even acknowledge Pansy’s hard efforts as she turned back around and watched the four members of the orgy switch positions again.  Now Ginny was flipped around, with Seamus underneath her and his cock buried to the hilt in her ass, and Harry lying on top of her, struggling to force his entire five inches into her quivering pussy.  Dean remained at Ginny’s side, letting her stroke him off while she continued to be double pounded by Seamus and Harry.

 

‘Time for the second part of the plan!’ said Malfoy excitedly, putting the camera away and lifting the invisibility cloak over both he and Pansy.

 

‘FIRE!!!!!’ screamed both Malfoy and Pansy at the top of their lungs.  Their plan was to alert everyone in Gryffindor House to the exploits of the four orgy members.  Ron, with the rest of the students from Gryffindor would run down the stairs as fast as they could, alerted by the screams of fire.

 

It was perfect timing, as Ron and the rest of the house, ran down the stairs.  Ginny was moaning louder than ever, and Harry, Seamus and Dean were all beginning to pant.

 

‘God, Gin… I’m going to cum’ yelled Harry in front of the rest of house, panting loudly, and ready to explode.

 

‘Me too!’ grunted Seamus, forcing his cock in and out of her ass.

 

‘Me three!’ groaned Dean, as Ginny stroked him off even faster.

 

‘What the fuck Harry!’ shouted Ron, with a shocked look on his face.  The twins, along with the rest of the house were staring in disbelief as all four orgy members were continuing on as if nobody was watching.  Unbeknownst to the rest of Gryffindor House, Malfoy and Pansy were both struggling not to laugh underneath their invisibility cloak.

 

‘Cum in me… Fill me up Harry!  I want it so bad!  Fill both my holes with your hot cum!’ screamed Ginny as she felt herself go through an orgasm, coating Harry’s already spasming cock with her own warm juices.

 

‘UNGHHHHH!’ grunted an extremely turned on Harry, firing what felt like a gallon of his hot sticky cum into Ginny’s extremely receptive pussy.  He could feel himself fire off stream after stream of his potent seed, deep into Ginny’s unprotected womb.  Harry and Ginny’s cum started leak out of her quivering pussy as Harry exploded the last few strings of his cum into Ginny’s clutching pussy.

 

‘Fuck!!!!!’ groaned Seamus, feeling Harry and Ginny’s juices run onto his own shaft and balls.  He fired his own extremely large load of semen into Ginny’s gaping anus.  Seamus too, filled Ginny up quickly, spattering her rectum full with his own hot cum.

 

Ginny was in heaven as she went through her own orgasm and felt both Harry and Seamus fill her holes with a massive amount of cum.  Harry got off of Ginny and removed his shaft from her swollen pussy right before Seamus lifted Ginny off of him, letting her fall hard to the homework table.  A massive amount of Harry and Seamus’s cum poured out of Ginny’s holes as she continued to stroke off Dean, whose orgasm was rapidly approaching as well.  Harry and Seamus’s cum poured out of Ginny and pooled together on the table.

 

Ron, the twins, and the rest of Gryffindor were still in a state of shock as Harry and Seamus watched Dean go through his own orgasm.  There were some murmurs in the background however about Ginny’s actions.

 

‘What a whore… Look at that slut… I never knew… I bet she gets it all the time’ mumbled a number of people, still watching the scene unfold.

 

‘Unghhhhh!’ grunted Dean, letting Ginny point his spasming cock at her face and stroking him off as fast as she could.  Dean unloaded an adult sized load of his own cream onto Ginny’s pretty face, covering most of her face with his cum.  Just as Dean fired off his last load of his hot cum into Ginny’s now open mouth; all three boys seemed to come to their senses, bewildered at the situation they were in.  The potion’s effects had finally lifted after an hour of filling their sexual needs.  Not only were they completely bewildered and confused at where they were; they all realized that they were completely naked.

 

‘Where am I?’ asked Harry, looking down at his softening cock and noticing everybody staring at him and his other three fuck buddies.  Ginny exhausted, simply fell unconscious, with her face plastered with cum and both her holes dripping with semen.  Dean and Seamus picked up their clothes and ran upstairs, realizing the position they now found themselves as awkward and embarrassing.  As they ran past the group of gawking Gryffindor students, some of them tried patting them on the back and praising them for their amazing work.

 

‘You’re supposed to be my friend… and look… you’re fucking my sister like she’s some kind of whore!’ shouted Ron at Harry, who was still trying to figure out what had happened.

 

Hermione, who was standing in the background, ran to Ginny, covering her up and trying to clean her up as best she could.  Hermione wouldn’t admit it, but she had been really turned on at the sight of her friend Ginny being taken advantage of by three boys including Harry.  With the help of Hermione and a few other Gryffindor girls; Ginny was taken upstairs to her room in order to help her recuperate.

 

Harry, unable to explain his actions at the moment, pulled on his clothes in front of everyone, and ran past the gawking crowd and up into his room.

 

Malfoy, still hidden underneath his invisibility cloak with Pansy; couldn’t have planned a better ending to his scheme.  Not only was Ron now pissed off at Harry; Ron’s sister may have even gotten pregnant from the encounter.  Now everyone knew that the Weasley family was a bunch of sex addicted sickos.  Malfoy had enjoyed himself thoroughly and as he crept out of the Gryffindor common room and down the spiral stairs with Pansy under the invisibility cloak; he was already thinking about his next scheme.

 

As Ginny was carried to her bed and placed under her sheets, no one knew that the strange sexual affliction that had taken her over, had not been lifted, and because Ginny had not been completely satisfied, the sexual spell controlling her actions were still, very much, controlling her actions.

Not A Celebrity Pt. 01: Katie Holmes

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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I don’t know Katie Holmes or have anything to do with her. Comments are always welcome and appreciated and you should feel free to share.

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Not A Celebrity: Katie Holmes
By Muhabba

"Katie? Katie Holmes?" the dark haired woman asked from her office door.

"That's right," Katie said as she stood up from the sofa in the small waiting room. "And you're... I'm sorry. Is it Ms. Jones or Ms. Zeta-Jones?"

Keri - Part Six

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Keri - Part Six

Eric continued to be a visitor to our house for the next year or so. For a while he left college, and then returned. I was in my senior year, and Keri was contemplating going to college. In the meantime, she continued to live with me as my love and complete naked, bound sex slave. Please understand, Keri was not kept bound and tortured twenty four hours a day. We loved to go to restaurants, shows, and cultural events. There were quiet times when we would just sit and read, watch videos, talk about politics, and enjoy each other presence. Keri dressed stylishly, although her skirts were a little short, her high heels shoes were standard, and she did show more than a little cleavage. It was understood that her sexual slave

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ry was the most important thing in our lives. No matter where we were, or what we were doing, Keri was my sex slave, and I could do anything I wanted with her, at any time. The word “no” was not in her lexicon. Life was good, however, it would soon become complicated. When Eric returned to college, he was again allowed to visit Keri and myself, and participate in our activities.

I could tell he was becoming quite enamored with Keri. On one particular evening, we were both working on her. When he arrived at my house, I had already prepared Keri. She was naked, wearing the obligatory high heel pumps. She was standing in the living room, with her hands tied and stretched above her to an “eye” bolt in the ceiling. Her legs were bound together and she was stretched up tight. I had tied her about a half an hour before Eric arrived. I took great pleasure in sitting there looking at her.

Even though Keri had been my lover and slave for several years, her beauty and submissiveness continued to amaze me. Her skin was warm and silky, while her breasts had continued to mature and become more beautiful.. Keri’s breasts would considered on the large size, yet they were firm and very sensitive. As I sat there with a rigid cock, I told her to turn slowly in her bound position so I could see her. Even with her legs bound, she managed to slowly turn for my appreciation. I could see faint whip marks on her breasts and ass. Closer inspection revealed very faint whip marks on her creamy thighs. Her black hair and blue eyes matched her creamy complexion.

I had showered, but had not bothered to get dressed. I got up and after I kissed her, then gagged her with my favorite penis gag and was fondling her. My rampant cock rubbing against her, Running my fingers in her heated pussy was causing her to become more excited. About a year earlier I had scraped up enough money to have her pussy fur permanently removed. Her silky smooth cunt was soaking and I could tell she wanted to cum, but I would not allow her to do so. She was softly moaning into her gag as she swayed in her bondage..

The door bell rang. I gently slapped her breasts and went to the door. I greeted Eric, and invited him into my house. He was not surprised to see me naked When he walked into the living room, he spoke to me, but walked straight to Keri and hugged her, kissing her gagged mouth. He took his time squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples. As he rummaged through her smoldering pussy, he was gently spanking her ass. Keri was being pushed to a higher level of excitement. While Eric was doing this, I sat down on the couch and slowly stroked my cock. Eric paused a moment and removed his clothing. Like mine, his cock was in a turgid state. Keri, looking over her gag, was looking at her two naked tormentors. Her eyes revealed the trepidation with which she accepted her torments, yet there was clearly the look of lust, knowing we were going to use her sexually.

Eric seemed impatient, and questioned, “So, Jack, what’s our action? What are we going to do to our little slave tonight?”

“Ooooh, I think we’ll do something a little different tonight.. Let me show you.”

I picked up a couple of rather nasty nipple clamps and approached Keri. These were spring loaded clamps, connected with a small silver chain. This chain was short, by design. When properly installed on sensitive nipples, the chain was taught. Meaning, if I were to fondle one of Keri’s breasts, with the nipple clamped, the chain would pull in the other nipple, thus both nipples would be tormented. It was a devilishly fiendish device. I kissed her gagged mouth as I squeezed her breasts. Turning to Eric, I asked him to help me.

“Eric, suck in Keri’s left nipple. Make it nice and hard.”

He quickly went to his task. Keri watched with mixed emotion. She loved having her nipples sucked, but knew what I was going to do. Her eyes showed both excitement and some fear. A very erotic combination. When her left nipple was rigid, I had Eric moved to her right nipple. Keri’s eyes were closed and I placed the nipple clamp to her left nipple. As I let the clamp close, her eyes jerked open and she moaned, grimacing in pain. About that time Eric moved away from her right nipple. It, too, was now rigid and waiting. Keri watch as my hand moved to the exposed helpless nipple and watched as I placed the clamp on it. The moan was deep and a tear formed in her eye. These were nasty little clamps, and I knew she felt every bit of it. I grasped her left breast, causing the chain on the nipple clamp to jerk and pull on the clamp on her right nipple. Eric seemed a little shocked at the pain Keri was displaying.

“Hey, man, aren‘t those things a little too mean, you know, too tough on her“, he asked.

I replied, “No, I don‘t think so. I have used them before, and she was able to handle them. If they did not cause a little pain, then why use them? Keri knows I alone decide how much pain she endures.”

Eric paused again, “Yeah, yeah, I guess so.”

I turned to Eric, “Here‘s what I want you to do. Pick up that medium flogger whip there, and start whipping her sweet ass.”

Eric did as I asked. At first his strokes were slow and light. Gradually he increased the speed and force of the lashes. Keri started moving her ass. At first she moved with the lash of the whip. Later, as the blows became more serious, she seemed to try to move away from the whip. This was common for her. But, tied as she was, Keri was unable to avoid the lash.

As Eric was whipping her, I was fingering her pussy, and playing with her clamped breasts. Finally, Keri was in the zone. The feeling of the whip was melding with the feeling I was giving her in her cunt. She was consumed with the pain of the whip and clamps while her pussy was being set on fire. When I figured she was lost the reality, I took the clamp from her left nipple. She screamed into her gag. After a few seconds, I took the clamp from her right nipple. Her scream was more pronounced. I had Eric move around and told him to whip her breasts. By now, Eric was a master with the whip. His lash was true and struck her beautiful breasts. From behind, I continued to rummage through her cunt. Keri was in the ozone and moaning continuously. Her breasts bounced and shuddered under Eric’s whip. The silky skin was turning pink and her nipples were painfully rigid. After a couple more minutes, I called the proceedings to a halt. Eric seemed confused.

I untied Keri’s wrist ropes from the ceiling, and untied her wrists. Quickly, I retied her wrists behind her back. I grabbed a couple of rather long pieces of rope and handed them to Eric, instructing him to follow me to the Keri’s bedroom. Since she shared my bed, her bedroom had been turned into a type of bondage torture chamber. Keri was so aroused, she was teetering on her high heel shoes and needed help to walk to her room. I picked her up and carried her to her fate.

I placed her on her bed, with her bound wrists pinned under her. I instructed Eric to tie the two pieces of rope to her ankles. We then tied her ankles to the bed posts, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. Keri had a dreamy lust filled look in her eyes as we made her helpless. She was mewing softly into her gag.

Picking up a light weight multi-thonged whip, I started to slowly whip her heated pussy. Even though the whipping was painful, Keri’s hips were moving with my whip. I think I could have made her cum with the whip. When her pussy was a nice pink color, I stopped the cunt whipping. I turned to Eric who was stroking his cock.

“O.K., here’s what we are going to do. We are going to “gang fuck” Keri. We are going to take turns fucking her. Each man will fuck her until she is ready to cum, then he will stop. We will let her cool down a bit, then the other guy will fuck her the same way. Lets see how long we can fuck her without letting her cum.”

Smiling, Eric replied, “I think she about ready now. Lets give it a try.”

I motioned for him to be the first to fuck Keri. He pushed his cock in her steaming cunt and started to fuck her. As he was doing so, I was toying with her breasts and kissing her face, and gagged mouth. Keri was very near to being in the “ozone”.

Keri’s hips were moving, charging toward a climax when Eric stopped and pulled his cock from her. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly. Her hips were still moving as if she was receiving some invisible lover.

I picked up the pussy whip and walked over to Keri. I reached down and patted her pussy. She looked up at me, and then at the whip, She knew what I was going to do, and I did. I started slowly whipping her pussy, only this time I whipped harder, causing more pain than pleasure. I was bringing her down a little bit. When I figured I had lowered her libido, somewhat, I climbed between her legs and thrust my rampant cock into her cunt. It was if Keri had been touched by a cattle prod. She moaned deeply and pushed her pussy up to me. I fucked her. I fucked my beautiful sister, Keri. Her breasts were moving as I fucked her. I grasped and slapped her breasts as I fucked her. She was moving her hips, meeting my thrusts. She wanted to cum,. I stopped, and pulled my cock from her. Tears came to Keri’s eyes and she moaned deeply. You could see the disappointment in her eyes. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted to cum.

Eric climbed on her and started again. This went on for about 20 minutes. Keri was about to lose her mind. Now, that she had been so aroused, and set up for the next act, we stopped fucking her.

Eric and I stood beside her bed, looking down in a very aroused Keri, and stroking our red hot cocks.

“O.K., there is a change in plans. Now we are going to “gang fuck” Keri, and lets see how many times we can make her cum.”

I don’t think Keri heard me as she registered surprise when I climbed onto the bed. She was whimpering and crying. She need to cum, and thought we were going to continue to deny her a climax. As I worked my cock in and out of her magnificent pussy, she was humping me, trying to cum. I did not stop, and in a matter of about 30 seconds, she came. It was massive and explosive. She was beautiful.

I got off of her, and gave her no time to settle down. I told Eric to get on her. He did so, and in a about a minute, Keri was cumming again. I watched her. Keri was her most beautiful in the midst of a climax. Her face was etched with the exquisite pleasure she was feeling. Eric and I continued to gang fuck Keri until she had experienced fifteen climax’. We then decided to let ourselves cum. I was first, and after all that had taken place, I thought I was going to pass out when I came. I collapsed on Keri’s magnificent body. When I collected my self, I got off, and Eric took my place. In a matter of seconds, his cock exploded, filling her steaming cunt with his issue. Keri came again as Eric was experiencing his climax. Keri was exhausted. In matter of seconds, she fell into an exhausted asleep. I removed her gag. We left her on the bed, her wrists tied behind her, and her legs spread wide, her ankles tied to the bed posts with the evidence of our sexual assault visible in her pussy..

Eric and I walked back to the living room. He sat on the couch while I got us a couple of beers. I sat on the easy chair across from the couch. We were both still naked. We talked about what we had just experienced with Keri. Eric did not know Keri was my sister, but he did know we were not married. He broached a question.

“Jack, I have never been alone with Keri. I wanted to date her, but you said no, because she was your lover and sex slave. I understand that. I guess what I am asking, is…, is it possible for me to have Keri for an evening, or a night. I would like to experience having such a hot sex slave by my self.”

I thought for a minute, and answered him. I had only let Keri be with someone, by herself, with Damon when we were much younger. I had not thought about it since. Off hand, I could see no problem. It was exciting to think about Keri in the hands of another person, without me to protect her. It would really test her slave mentality. She would have no choice, and would have to submit to what ever Eric wanted to do to her. This was intriguing.

“Yeah”, I replied. “I think we could do that. How about one day next week.”

Eric’s eyes showed his delight. “How about Tuesday? Can I have her for the night?”

“HMMmmmnnn…”, I replied. “Yeah, I suppose so. Come by here at about 8:00 Tuesday evening, and I will have her ready. I want her back here before noon on Wednesday. Let’s face it. She is the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to be without her for very long.”

Eric was ecstatic!

“Now, you know the rules. You have been with her long enough to know you are to never injure her. I expect you will give her pain and discomfort, but no injuries. I want her to be restrained at all times, preferably with her hands behind her back. She is to stay naked, and must wear high heels all the time. No sex act is prohibited. I don’t like ass fucking, but I have put butt plugs in her from time to time. If she says ‘no‘, or resists in any way, I want her punished. I don’t want her out in public, you must keep her at your house. I will send her away with you bound and naked. I expect her to return the same way.”

Eric thought for a minute, “Wow, you are really strict with her. I’ll do as you say, but don’t you ever cut her any slack?”

“No, I really don’t. I have read a lot from writings of other slave owners that a slave must know what the rules are, and that any violation will bring punishment. Keri and I have talked about this at length. She has been my slave for several years. She loves the way we live, and how I treat her. I don’t plan on changing things now.”

“Do you love her as a person, or just as a slave”, he asked.

I thought, and then replied, “It’s much more complicated than that. We love each other very much, but we also love our life style. She loves being my slave, and I adore her. I want very much to be her master, so I do just that. Sure, its kinda rough on her at times, but the rewards for both of us is tremendous.”

Eric seemed satisfied with my explanation, but I wondered about his curiosity about me being so strict and demanding of Keri. We talked more about Keri, and the things that we have done with her. I was satisfied that he would take care of Keri, under the terms I had outlined.

CONTINUED……

Ms. Marvel: Help From Her Hero

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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own the Ms. Marvel comic, Captain Marvel comic or the characters from them. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

This story is based on the original short-lived comic series.

Story Code: M/FF,

Ms. Marvel
By Muhabba

She was Kamala Khan, Ms. Marvel, defender of Jersey City, neophyte Avenger, protector of the people! And she had an algebra test first thing in the morning.

MsMcadams my milf slut

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“ Hey Man is it cool if I stay at your place ? “ Alex Smith asked his best friend jack while they walked home from school one fall afternoon.

“ My moms ducey boyfriend is staying over again and you know how much I hate that guy” Alex sighed with frustration

Alex Johnson was tall and lean he stood about 6’1 and had light brown hair, with piercing green eyes. He was built with a swimmers body,had a very lean torso and long arms and legs. He always looked like he had just walked out of a Abercrombie and Fitch catalog with his strong jawline and ruggedly handsome looks. His nose and cheeks were littered with freckles that he had inherited from his father but a majority of his looks came from his mother's side.

“ Yeah sounds cool! I got the new copy of Call of duty for my PS4 it's

symbiotic sex plant part two

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                 But I feel movement outside of me too, from the tough root’s that have replaced my panties. I don’t know what happened to my panties, I guess the plant ate them. Then, out from under my skirt snakes two pencil thin tendrils, spiraling up my lower abdomen, then my belly, then up to my chest. I try to rip them off, but like the rest of the plant the tiny hairs have rooted into my skin. The scientist and his lackeys gasp, then start scribbling notes, the assholes. The tendrils, with strength disproportionate to their size, force their wandering and waving tips upwards, as if looking for something. As the tendrils near my breasts, however, they suddenly break from their spiraling pattern and gently feel me up. The tendrils then savagely lash themselves around each of my breasts, tightening, and the tip of both tendrils swells into another flowing bud. The buds open up, and with powerful suction they both attach themselves to my erect nipples. I shout out as another orgasm causes me to spray my wetness all over the “panties” the plant has made for me, though it is all quickly absorbed. Despite my need to recuperate, the plant continues teasing me. Then, the sucking buds attached to my breasts bite me, as if along the outside of the little sucking mouth were rows of sharp teeth, but upon examination I see that they’re actually tiny roots digging into the skin right outside of my nipples. I feel the roots branch out a little into my breasts to more surely anchor them, but they barely go skin deep. The heat in my pussy is immense, and my mound has swollen embarrassingly. I can feel my juices flowing freely, but the plant of course eats it all up.

                Then I notice my breasts swelling slightly. I probably wouldn’t have noticed were it not for my heightened arousal. As the plant continues sucking on my breasts with heavy pulses, I feel a little milk start to leak from me. My breasts continue swelling, and the amount of milk leaking from me becomes thicker and stronger with each pull from the plant. Meanwhile, the tendrils in my ass and pussy continue to move, and as I cry and moan and grunt I come to the realization that the vines have resumed growing inside of me. More tendrils now shoot down my legs, and several others up my torso as well. The vines from the plant are covering my body now, wrapping themselves down my legs and up to my chest, spreading out to my arms and up my neck, though leaving nothing to the imagination, especially when they start eating all the rest of my cloths. These vines seem more flexible, and even so the roots that form my panties seem to soften and limber up. Little heart shaped leaves start sprouting all over my body from the wirey vines.

                “Interesting, it seems to be adapting,” comments the doctor. I cry out as the plant tweaks my clit hard, and starts kneading my breasts, forcing out more milk. As I’m writhing there on the ground, I’m aware of several flowers budding then opening up all over me, and these actually look like real flowers. I’m being forced to cum again even as my breasts continue to swell when all of these bright-violet flowers seem to pucker, then spit something at the doctor and his lackeys. I realize with a start that they’re small, black seeds, and that several of them go down the two lackeys’ open mouths. Dr. Animal takes that as his cue to leave and takes one small step backwards before the doors slam shut. Immediately the two lackey’s freak and turn to the door, but their access cards no longer work. When the plant spit seeds into the doctor’s mouth it probably put the room on lockdown.

                The men don’t have much time to shout though, as the plants seem to be growing inside of them. They start trying to make themselves throw up, but my guess would be that the seeds have already taken root. The nearest one takes off his white operating gown to reveal a bulging, wriggling, stomach and tendrils of the plant are obviously already forcing themselves through his digestive track. His belly seems to be alive with a long, thick snake making it’s way through his digestive track, wriggling all over his belly. At first, the plant seems to know not to test out the esophagi (plural of esophagus) of the doctors, since that would surely suffocate them, but I’m suddenly shocked to see another tendril start to snake out of their mouths. The doctor’s are actually throwing up now, but they only accomplish dry heaves, since the plant probably absorbed all their food already. At the same moment a much thicker vine erupts from their asses almost explosively, though their pants maintain their integrity. I can’t help but smile at their choked screams.

                Their shouts quiet quickly though, as the vines in their mouths thicken rapidly, expanding their throats and cutting off their air, but quickly they start breathing again as two rows of six small holes appear in the same tentacle, some of them venting air and others drawing it in. The tentacle in their mouths  reaches for the sky and branch’s out, big heart shaped leafs sprouting all over it.

                The vine in their ass splits into two branches, one drilling straight through their pants and into the ground in search of dirt and the other branch curves up between their legs, and judging by the doctors reactions, the nature  of the plant, and the bulge in the pants, the second  half attaches itself to their penis’s.