She put her arms around  me and gave me a juicy kiss. As she was kissing me I could feel her hand going for my cock. I know she was checking it out. Yes, it was hard. As she stopped with the kiss she started moving down in the bed. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN. I knew where she was headed. Sure enough she put those 23 year old lips around my 6 inch dick. Wow, could she suck a dick. I really felt jealous of that dog that seemed to get all the suckin he wanted.

She just sucked long enough to get me to leaking  so I could slide up her little (I was hopping little) pussy. She was on top and she just slide right down my pole. She was so little in size, I could put my hands around her waist and move her around any where I wanted . Yes, she was tight. As she looked in my eyes, that little cunt squeezed  tighter on my dick and, Oh what a feeling. She was damn proud of herself. She could move faster than my 60 year old body and I could tell that she was actually going to cum on my dick. She was giving it hell and then just stiffen. She held it for a few seconds, smiled at me and started again.

They say that the young dicks can go 20 minutes without cumming, well it takes us old farts 20 minutes to cum. I think she came 3 times before I shot my load up that tight little pussy. She smiled and said “alright you old fucker”. We will do that again sometime. She got off and said everyone has got to be happy. You ready to see some good fucking? Not that you weren’t any good, but Max needs a little. All this sexual aroma is making him horny. Please go to the bathroom and get a towel. There is going to be a mess.

She rolled over onto her knees. She smacked her ass and said “come on Max”. He was just like me, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He was on that bed and had his nose in her ass and his tongue was going from her asshole to her clit. Hell, I could have done that. I started to think, hell that was my cum he is licking up. I’m sure she was adding some of her own, but I guess the dog would lick anybodies cum. She started moaning and she dropped her head to the bed. Max was still licking and I could see his cock was out and dripping. She said “alright Max”. That dog knows his commands. He was on her back and started stabbing at her rear.

After a few misses, he finally hit pay dirt. She let out an AHHHHH. She didn’t say that when I went in. His ass was in overdrive. He was pounding that monster cock into that hot little tight pussy that I had just gotten out of. It was a site to behold. I think I saw drool coming out of her mouth. His ass was giving her hell when all of a sudden he quit moving and Pam gave out another AHHHHH. His knot was in her. He didn’t  have long strokes on the way out, but he slammed into her hard on the way in. Every time he slammed, she screamed. I thought he had to be close. He seamed to have stopped pumping. Pam was just giving a low constant moan. I knew they would be like this until his knot became smaller. After about 15 minutes I could hear the plop as he came out. Damn, It looked like the dam burst. Their was cum gushing everywhere. I now know why she couldn’t swallow the cum fast enough when she was sucking his cock. He must have a fire hose. The towel did catch it all, and she took a short break.

I thought if I only had a movie camera! She finely  got up and went to the shower. I yelled  to find out if she wanted to go to breakfast. She said yes.

She dressed and with a smile on both our faces we went to the same restaurant we had eaten at the night before. We got a booth and the same waitress as the night before brought us coffee and menus.

She said “you people must be staying at the motel. I saw you in here last night”. What can I get you? I ordered an omelet and Pam had a fruit plate with yogurt. I thought ‘what the fuck. Is that how she stays so small?’ The waitress brought our food and we quietly ate our breakfast. As we finished and were just drinking coffee and we were the only customers in the place, the waitress came over to talk. She would never have done that with some old truck driver, but I guess Pam had something to do with it.

She told us she owned the place and it was just about to go under. I thought the food was pretty good but still there were no customers. We chit chatted awhile and she went back to cleaning the counter.

A few minutes latter a rough and gruffly looking man came in and went straight for the register. I wondered if we were being robbed. Just then the waitress came running out of the kitchen and yelled,” NO Patrick”. You can’t have the money. He opened the drawer and was taking the money and the girl was pulling on his arm when he gave her a shove, called her a bitch, and was out the door. She had fallen down and we went to her as she was getting up. She was starting to sob. As Pam put her arm around her, they walked to the ladies room. I guessed that was my signal to but out and leave them alone. I went and poured another cup of coffee. After a few minutes they both came out and came to the booth. The girl was still crying, and Pam still had her arm around her.

Pam said that the girls name was Tess. The boy that was here was here boy friend and he was a mean son-of-bitch by the name of Robert. He was all the time taking money from the register and going to the bar. He didn’t have a job and it looked like this is where all of Tess’s money was going. Pam also said that Tess’s money for the meat delivery today was in the register and Robert got it. She said that this is just about the last straw. She can’t stay open any longer and she hates it. She had been there for over 2 years and everything she had was tied up in her restaurant. She keep crying. One of the hard parts was that she had been living with Robert in his house that his parents had left him. She had no where to go and she hated the prick.

As Pam still had her arm around Tess, she told her we were in a motel room and was headed west to go to her parents house and were in no hurry. Tess would more that be welcome to stay with us until she got her affairs in order and could ride with us if she was headed west. Hell she could even stay with Pam at her parents house until she decided what she wanted to do next with her life. It looked like Tess was having trouble deciding on what to do. Pam said that we should go to the room before Robert came back and we could talk. Tess shook her head yes.

When we arrived in the room I sat on the sofa and Tess sat beside me as Pam went to the bath room. When she came out she sat on the bed. We talked for a long time. We found out Robert was using Tess for sex, the money, and was punching her quite frequently.

Tess found out the story about me and Pam. We didn’t talk of Max, but told her we had just met 2 days ago and was having great sex. We didn’t care if we ever left this place. You could tell Tess was rather shocked.

Tess looked to be in her mid to upper 30’s. Medium long brown hair, nice set of tits, about 5’8”, not fat but not slim, and a little meat on her ass. All in all, she looked pretty damn good.

As a great silence came over the room, no one was saying a thing. Finally Pam got up and walked over to us setting on the sofa and told me to get up. I did not know where she was going with this but she seemed to know what she was doing. As I stood up she reached for my zipper. Damn again I thought I knew what she was going to do. I was right, she got Jasper and pulled him out, shook him at Tess and began to  lather my rope. I was doing some UMMMMing and AHHHHHing and Pam was running all I had down her throat. Tess was watching it all. There was nothing getting by her. As Pam would groan I thought I heard Tess give a little groan also. I got to where my eye balls were disappearing up into my head and could take it no longer. I gave a big shout, grabbed her head, and started dumping my load. Pam had her arms around me ass and just held on. I could hear and feel her humming. Tess was watching and hearing also.

Finally Pam let go and turned toward Tess with that shit eatin grin on her face. As she moved closer to Tess she began humming again and blowing bubbles with my cum. Tess moved ever so slightly toward Pam, and then DAMN, DAMN, DAMN, Pam grabbed Tess around the neck and gave her a big sloppy kiss. They were both moaning very loudly. I couldn’t believe it. They were passing my cum from mouth to mouth, and seemed to love it. There hands were all over each other and there legs were intertwining. I thought seeing Pam suck a dog dick and then fuck a dog dick was the hottest thing ever but I was wrong. This 60 year old dick that just filled Pam’s mouth with cum was hard again.

They finally slowed down and came up for air and took a few deep breaths. Tess was the first to talk. She thought she might stay awhile with us and she had to go to the shower and finish what Pam had started. Pam told he she didn’t have to shower. Tess said she did. That bastard Robert had fucked her  this morning just before she was going to work and she had not had the time to clean herself. She could feel the cum running into her panties all morning.

I looked into Pam’s eyes and could see her devilish plan. I waited just a moment and went to Tess and put my arms around her and gave her a big bear hug. As I held her so  she couldn’t move, Pam had her jeans unfasten, hooked her panties and was pulling them off. As soon as they were off I  could smell the odor. It smelled like she had not cleaned her cunt in 2 weeks. Pam glanced at me, and I knew she smelled it also. There was that shit eatin grin and she dived into that smelly pussy. I had a hold of Tess and she was thrashing about like she was trying to get away. It was not long before I thought she was not trying very hard. She was yelling though.

Pam had her arms around Tess’s legs and her tongue must have been doing it’s thing. Tess’s ass was bouncing up and down and Pam’s mouth was hanging on tight. There was some foul language coming from Tess’s mouth and finally she put here hands on Pam’s head and pushed her away. MOTHER FUCK, that was good. Again there was that shit eatin grin. The smell in the room was so ripe that Max was stirring around. He knew there was some fucking going on.

Tess made a sniffing sound and said she was going to the shower now. Pam told her that would be OK and she would go to help her. They both smiled and went to the shower. I could hear the water running and I could hear some laughing. It would get quite and then there came that moaning sound. Then more laughing, quite and more moaning.

They were in the shower more that long enough to wash their bodies 3 times. When they came out, they looked exhausted. They both plopped on our king size bed, hugged, kissed and I think they took a nap

I took a walk outside to look around and give the girls a chance to rest. When I got back they both had on clothes and were gabbing up a storm. Pam looked at me with that shit eatin grin and told me they needed me for some plans they had for Robert. I was getting excited.

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Amy Davidson, on the other hand, was very pretty. She was smart, professional, red-headed, and spunky. She was built better than Kaley, but only 15 and seemingly very inexperienced. Amy was known to study books rather then study boys. I had seen her in her pajamas, but never in any revealing outfits since she was also so shy. Seemed like the only way I could guess what her little nude body would look like, was in my fantasy world.

Only a few times was I caught spying on them around the set, but not often enough for them to fully understand how much I wanted them. Then this one night…

As I watched the two young actresses study their lines on this one scene where they were in their bedroom, they both got into some very realistic performance. Kaley as usual, was dressed as she always was, tight jeans and tummy-revealing tank top. Also as usual, the top part of her thong panties were in full view. Amy however was simply wearing a conservative skirt and blouse. I still couldn’t stop imagining them together and my cock started growing to it’s full length of 9 inches. I was a bit proud of my dick… not a huge size, but still large enough to worry a few girls I had dated, and fucked. I began stroking it outside of my pants as I watched my sisters moving around their bed in their bedroom set. I expected nothing other than simply being a voyeur and nothing more. Tonight was different though.

I watched, stunned, as Kaley crawled onto Amy’s bed. In no time at all, I watched as Kaley slipped her tongue into Amy’s sweet mouth and then trail her kisses down her body. “Oh god.. Kaley, I love your tongue” Amy whispered. “Mmmm well I love your lips… both sets of lips”, Kaley responded as she started slipping down her younger “sister’s” body, stopping for a few moments to suck on Amy’s full tits… circling her hardening nipples with her tongue. Stopping only long enough to unbutton Amy’s blouse as she went. Amy laid back and pushed her head back into her pillow and groaned out loud “ooohhhh god ohh god suck my nipples” Amy whispered as her big sister took over, reaching behind to remover her bra. When I say Amy‘s gorgeous full tits, I just about blew my load in my pants. Kaley then slowly continued down her little “sister’s” body, stopping to kiss her belly button and then down lower.

I couldn’t see, Kaley anymore… but I knew where she was. Her head was under Amy’s skirt and as I watched Amy spread her legs and push her head back, grabbing Kaley’s head that was hiding under her skirt. I knew that Kaley was sucking and tongue fucking Amy. Amy was pushing Kaley’s head deep into her virgin little pussy, “OOOHHH fuck.. Fuck Fuck… I LOVE your tongue fucking me… it feels 6 inches long… push it deep… FUCK me deep..” Amy couldn’t help herself… pushing her own head back into her pillow even deeper. Kaley was deeply tongue fucking Amy’s little red-haired pussy and in just a moment, Amy held tight, her entire body arched in her bed and went rigid as she exploded all over Kaley’s tongue. Kaley moaned out loud “MMMmmmm, cum for me Amy, come on my fucking face” as Amy’s came so hard that I thought she might just pass out. I was unable to control myself as I groaned out loud.

Immediately girls turned toward their pretend closet in shock. Kaley jumped out of bed and opened the closet door the rest of the way. I had unzipped my pants during their fuck-fest I was left with a hard cock in my hand as I tried to cover up quickly. Amy jumped out of bed and pulled me from the closet. After several minutes of yelling and angry threats toward me, the girls calmed down a little when they looked down at my big dick, still hard as a rock and pulsing. I was just the sound man and didn’t really even know if Amy and Kaley knew my name. Well they did. “Mr. Jones, what the hell are you still doing here. We thought the crew had all left”.

Kaley quickly ordered Amy to grab me from behind and pin my arms back. Amy did as she was ordered, but then, shocking both Amy AND I, Kaley quickly went to her knees and stuffed my hard dick deep into her mouth. She grabbed my ass and just started fucking me with her mouth. I went ridged and Amy just stood there, holding me from behind, watching her tv “sister”, Kaley, sucking off the soundman like it was her last day on earth. Kaley was slurping and sucking my dick so hard and fast that I started screaming and came hard in her mouth. Kaley didn’t stop till I was I was completely drained. She then released her lips from my dick and showed both I and Amy, her mouth full of cum. Smiling, she then swallowed every ounce.

I was their slave for the night and for anything they wanted. Amy was still unsure of what was happening and what Kaley had in mind. Kaley got off her knees and led me to her bed. Ordering me to lay down on my back… she climbing onto my face. I had to taste Kaley’s pussy and looking up at her shaved wet pussy was enough for me to simply stick my tongue out and let her settle down on it. She nearly came when my strong tongue went straight into her cunt. I don’t think that she’d ever been with a man before, just a dumb teenage boy who knew nothing about how to make a girl cum.

Amy went for my cock to get it hard again. I don’t think that she had EVER sucked a dick before, but after watching Kaley, she caught on pretty quick. Within a minute in Amy’s mouth, with her hot tongue teasing the underside of my cock, I was hard again. Amy wanted to keep her virginity, after all, not only was she the innocent TV sister, she seemed to be pretty innocent in real life too. Too young for boys. But Amy also wanted to feel a big dick inside her empty pussy. She climbed up on the bed and straddled my rock hard 9-inch cock. She held it up straight and then slowly guided it into her little hole. It felt huge, even just an inch inside. She was afraid to push down further, but the heat from her wet cunt and my solid dick… she just couldn’t resist. Kaley looked over her shoulder as she rode my face… and encouraged her tv sister to fuck me. “Fuck him Amy, push down hard and start fucking him”.

Amy bit her lower lip and pushed hard down on my cock… piercing her virgin pussy. The pain was hard, but fast as she continued to push down on me. “Oh GOD damn… god damn it hurts” Amy cried out. my entire big cock buried inside her little body. She regained her urge and took a breath before slowly slipping back up my length before she started fucking me. She had never imagined this before.. But she knew what to do. She just started rocking up and down on me… with her tight pussy.. The inner lips pulling and pushing with her body. I had to take a break from my tongue fucking Kaley to yell out “DAMN… god Amy… oh GOD Amy… you’re breaking my cock”… I just felt that Amy’s tight pussy was going to break me in half. And as Amy’s cunt started creaming.. I felt her wet pussy fucking me.

Kaley was wanting more... She wanted her my strong tongue to make her cum…”suck me… fuck my cunt Jim… lick my clit… suck it… make me cum”. I lubed up my finger with her pussy juice and slipped it into Kaley’s little butt hole. It was tight, but I pushed my finger all the way in. Kaley grabbed my hair and fucked my face. In seconds… Kaley came and came harder than she had ever came before. Her pussy exploded… pulsing on my tongue and flooding my face. “OOOOOHHHH fuck fuck fuck…” was all Kaley could do. I could even feel her orgasm deep inside her asshole. Her hot rectum simply clamped down on my finger. She came a long time until her body limply slumped forward and she collapsed onto her pillow… giving me a chance to breath again. my face was dripping from Kaley’s pussy juice. Amy was ready now… she had been rubbing her hard clit against my cock with each stroke…. All she could do was give up and cum. “FUUCCKKKK… I’MM CUMMMINGG.. PLEASE LET ME CUMMM OHHHH FUCK” as her tight cunt pulsed with each spasm from her body. She leaned forward over my chest as she came over and over…

I couldn’t take any more. These two underage teen actresses had fucked my entire body and I had to cum. “Fucckkkkk, fuckkk I’m gonna cum… fuck… “ was all I could scream. Amy quickly lifted off my cock and like her older “sister” had done earlier… she buried my hard cock in her mouth as I arched up….”FUUUCCCKKKK”… Amy gagged hard as I shoved my exploding cock down her throat. Not only had she never sucked a guy off before… she had never even imagined swallowing a cock and having it explode down her throat…”uhmmmghh… choking… coughing and spraying the remaining cum… she let go of it… she just couldn’t breath anymore as she came off my cock and gasped for air. Kaley wanted some more cum so as Amy’s mouth left my cock, Kaley immediately took my cock deep down her throat to get that last few shots of sperm.

All three of us collapsed on Kaley’s bed.. Exhausted like they have never been before.. But now… maybe this will start something new and I‘ll get to do more than just hold a microphone over their scenes.

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As soon as the concert ended I heard my sister's hairdryer. I hadn't talked to her in awhile so I walked up the staircases and into her room, which was across from mine. She was clothed, in jeans and a tanktop, drying her blonde, long hair over her sink in the bathroom we shared. My sister is pretty attractive she has D cupped breasts, a slim form, a nice bubble-butt, long blond hair, green eyes, and tanned skin. Her hair style was feathered and she was wearing little make-up, just lipstick, mascara, and some blush.

"Hey Alexis." I said as I walked inside her room, she turned to look at me and smiled. "Hey Mikey, no date tonight?" My girlfriend was out of town, like I said previously, "Nope... what about you?" She shook her head as she turned off her dryer.

I didn't know what really to talk about because it was pretty bland between me and her, but we hung out a lot. I walked to her dresser and saw a romance novel. "Woah... what's this... Illicit Sins? Alex why are you reading this?" She blushed and snatched the book, "It's interesting, aight?" I snatched it back and turned to a random page reading, "Johnny slowly slipped the pink niple inside his mouth and rolled it with his tongue..." She tried to grab it again, and she hopped on my back trying to reach it from me.

I smiled and threw her down on the queen bed she had as she hit me, I pinned her down and she began fighting back. I began to pinch her love-handles and she started to squirm, and laughing histerically. While doing so, as I was pinned ontop of her, she in one point rubbed the crotch of her jeans up against my crotch and I became half-limp, half-hard. I paused and then thought nothing of it but then fighting back and worth she pressed her large breasts against my chest.

She paused as I fell silent. She was still smiling from laughter but soon her mouth ceased and became relaxed, my penis was almost fully erect against my jeans , but tilted down. I always hated wearing jeans when I had an erection,, especially since I was abnormally large for my age, 16 and 8 1/2. I've always been 8 and a half though, since I was fourteen.

It seemed like forever that we just stayed still but then she ignored it and started to fight back again, I began clippin' her sides once more and my hand slipped up her shirt against her bear nipple (she wasn't wearing a bra)... I began to rotate my hand, rubbing the side of her breasts and she moaned... Woah... this was kind of weird.

"I'm..." I began pulling my hand out, "uh...um...so-" She interrupted my by leaning up and brushing her lips against mine. This was a bit sinful not because incest, but because she had broken up with her boyfriend the previous day and I was essentially her rebound.

I didn't think much of it at the time though, I tilted my head and kissed her back, massaging her tongue with my own. A small moan escaped her lips as my hand slipped down her pants slipping against her slit.

After a few minutes of making out and fingering her she broke the kiss. She smiled and pulled off my pants, as hers were already half-off because of my hand down them. I kicked off the rest of my pants as she pulled hers off, I leaned forward and removed my shirt quickly, as the cloth flew over my head I noticed hers was off faster then myne.

This was my perfect view, though I never realized until then. She straddled me, and all I saw was the bed, her room, and her nakedness sitting on my cock looking into my eyes with lust. We didn't even speak, just let nature take over.

I quickly flipped her over to wear she was on her back of the bed quilt and spread her legs wider, she was extremely flexible do to cheerleading. She was on JV cheerleading though, while my girlfriend was on Varsity.

As her legs spread I bent them forward to where her knees bent and were up against her shoulders, well a little to the left and right of them. I pushed my 8 and a half cock inside her of her as she moaned, I apparently wasn't her first. This didn't bother me though.

I began to pump myself in and out of her as she laid back moaning and grunting, jirating her hips to the motion of my dick thrusting inside of her. Her tan body was so shiny and slick from the sweat in the room. It felt like a a hundred degrees. As she moaned I grunted a few times myself.

Her snatch felt like velvet, and was extremely wet with my cock getting mixed in her juices. A wave of her cum squirted over my cock and out of her snatch, but I wasn't close yet.

She moaned loudly again and grabbed my finger sticking it into her mouth and began to suck it, humming, "Mmm..." My breath was getting very heavy as sweat poured from our skins, rubbing against each other. I pulled my finger out of her mouth and began to suck on her soft, pink nipples as she grunted in pleasure. I didn't stop thrusting though. She moaned deep once again as I was almost reaching my peak.

My cock ripped through her flesh, stretching her cunt as I gave one magnum thrust, and began to shoot my load, but I didn't stop pumping. I kept on thrusting inside of her as I jizzed inside my own sister. She leaned back arching her back in pleasure as another orgasm hit her, her jism spilling all over my dick still inside of her.

She pulled herself from me and just panted, I grinned and laid down next to her. Why didn't I do this sooner? I have no idea. But this was the start of a great relationship between brother and sister.

(( I hope you enjoyed it I have a entire series written about Michael, whom is formally based upon me, with his relations at school - at with his family ;). anyways look for more on the series! ))

Barb was aware that Charlie was sexually interested and, well, quite frankly, Barb was totally turned by Charlie and his his 6'3" , 225# frame. She was also becoming quite affectionate with Buster and began to enjoy his 'affection' for her.

Okay now I should describe my wife, Barb somewhat - she is 5'3" 125# with a dynamite bubble ass and legs that are not long but compact and nice as well she has 38D brests that are just lovely to hold and play with. She is a farm girl and has that great wholesome look if you know what i mean. At the time of this story she was 24 years old.

One night as Charlie was driving her back to the hotel he asked her if she would enjoy a picnic by the river. Barb said "sure" as she hated spending all night alone in the room at the hotel.

Charlie laid out the blanket and so forth and the mood was kind of like quiet and electric. Charlie put his arm around Barb and she was okay with this as we had talked about her having sex with another man and I was cool with it as long as I got to hear her experiences in bed when she got home (this led to many other experiences as well)

Anyway Charlie started to kiss and feel Barb and she was now so horney she just let it happen. He laid her back on the blanket and began to work his way into her. he undid her blouse and bra and did a number on her lovely brests which were now out and totally naked. He undid her skirt and opened it and started to slide it off her. Now Buster got interested. When he slid her panties down (she wears those stay up nylons, but not much else). Charlie inserted his fingers into her and as he did Barb started to spread her legs wider to accommodate him and as soon as she did Buster was there with hid nose in her cunny and licking and smelling her. She said that then Charlie pulled back and just gave Buster room to explore her.

She admitted that she then just lost it sexually. She spread herself and allowed Buster complete access into her. Charlie was helping Buster have his way with her. He encouraged Buster to lick and he was working with Buster's cock which was now about 6' out of his sheeth. Charlie asked Barb if she ever had a dog before. She then admitted that actually yes, she did once when she was 15 back on the farm (another story).

With Buster between her legs and Charlie beside her and Barb by now totally naked laying by the river with her legs spread wide and now begging to be fucked - it happened. Charlie turned her over and got her on her knees for Buster. He put another blanket over her back and invited Buster to mount her and she thought that it wasn't Buster's first time with a woman as he easly mounted knew what he was in for. She was sure he grew to about 8 - 10" and he jabbed at her until he hit the enterance to her. He fucked her something furiously until he started to cun. He then swoll up and started to push his knot into her. She said she got a little scared as it was huge but he just pushed with his hind legs and pretty much drove it into her. Now she was taking his dog cum and a lot of it as well she was totally 'connected' to him for the nest while until his knot went down.

Can you imagine? My sexy wife laying on the bank of a river with a dog's cock way up inside her and now Charlie wanted his turn - but who else wanted a turn now? Charlie wasnt't very discrete with my wife and still had at least 10 days to help himself.

 Unfortunately for those rape gangs it was play for pay and my bill was usually fatal. Once it was my turn to play, I had a high old time snapping necks, tearing out throats and generally sending the survivors screaming into the woods to spread the word about this horrible monster with the magic pussy that turned into a killing machine. I have never understood that part of my program that forced me to allow survivors, but I have been told that this caused significant morale problems for the Red state folk to hear first hand just what we zombies were capable of doing to them.

 To this day it puzzles me about the attraction my breasts have for these people. The reason I refer to them as squeezies is due to the fact that my sex or is it rape partners seem to have a fascination for squeezing or fondling them while we are engaged in fucking. Of course my external genitals take plenty of rough handling as well, but it's merely part of the hunting process, and of little or no consequence to me.

 Now to some little known facts about zombies and how they reconstitute themselves. The head is the key to reconstitution; separate it from the main protoplasm body by a distance greater than one hundred and ten meters (no one seems to know why this particular distance is vital), and there can be no reconstitution and subsequent reanimation of the body, no matter what the condition. Here's the hard part to believe, protoplasm that has once been animated cannot be destroyed. This is the other key to how we can reconstitute, no matter what as happened previously to the protoplasm. This may sound like heresy to the Red state believers, but you might as well say that the protoplasm animated in the Lightning Chamber is eternal. How do those apples taste?

 Unlike humans, what we start with is all we'll ever have. In combat it is inevitable that small amounts of protoplasm are lost from the body through one reason or another. Usually they are too small to recover due to the nature of our assignment which has us constantly moving and seeking out the enemy. Where the protoplasm goes is moot as far as a combat zombie is concerned. However when we reconstitute, our bodies are made whole, it's just that they are minimally smaller. For this reason it will take something well out of the ordinary for a zombie to leave a limb behind. It does however happen. I once met a Mariah class zombie who was less than 1.2 meters in height due to some horrendous damage in combat. Even at that reduced size she was quite effective, especially in ambush and reconnaissance situations, not to mention those Red staters into pedophilia.

 Up until recently I'm not sure that the Red state folks had figured this one out completely. I had heard through the network that on rare occasins a zombie had fallen into Red state hands. More about our zombie communication system at a later date once I'm free of all these little issues that always seem to demand my full attention. Some of the more sadistic Red state types just liked to mutilate a captured zombie to the point that there was little if anything left to reconstitute or reanimate, and then keep the head for a trophy, thus unknowingly leaving the protoplasm in a permanent neutralized condition. Those unfortunates and the other few combat zombies that managed to get sucked down into quicksand bogs, of which there were many in this part of the country, made up the total casualties to date.

 The first time I got into serious trouble was almost the last, and considering what I'm facing for the rest of my unnatural life, perhaps that might have worked out just fine for me. I was making my way through the woods after having sent a group of Red state folks to the hereafter of their choice, when I encountered a local deadfall that put me out of commission long enough for this band of inbreeds to take control of my body. I distinctly remember tripping the wire, but I looked the wrong way and was struck head-on by this massive log that had come swinging out of the trees and knocked me cold. A zombie can take all sorts of hits without accruing too much damage, but the end of a two hundred kilo log moving at perhaps thirty kilometers per hour is another story altogether.

 By the time what passes for my brain unscrambled itself, I found myself being carried deeper into the woods. These good old boys sure knew something about knots, so I just took it easy and let them do all the work. I sincerely expected to find myself pulling a train of inbreeds for many long days before someone made a slip and I killed them all. Was I in for a surprise! This gang consisted of eight decidedly scruffy individuals who said little and proved to be rather strong. I was hanging from a fair sized tree limb and I'm not exactly a feather when it comes to weight. Every hour or so, two more of these characters would take up the burden of transporting me toward their encampment. After three changes of carriers we arrived at a clearing surrounded by huge trees. I could hear the sound of water running nearby, and filed this away for future reference once I killed them and made my escape.

 The first thing I discovered was these swamp people knew a hell of a lot more about zombies than anyone else I had previously encountered. On the other hand those other folks were either fucking me or dying, so I never did get a good feeling for what they did or did not know about my kind. Well one thing these folk knew was a method of putting me out of order temporarilly. When I came around I discovered that in my absence they had taken me off the tree limb and refastened me to a large log similar to the one that did me in originally. I also realized that there was a substantial dent in my head such as might have been formed by being struck with a stone axe  very much like the one that was on the ground beside me. Since it was partly covered with some of my tresses, I assumed that it had been the item that put me away for a time.

 The way I was fastened to the log also gave me pause. There was some kind of a metal collar around my neck that was attached to the log by what seemed to be steel spikes, the very same kind that were holding my arms outstretched across the log. I could see that pairs had been driven through what passes for bones in my upper arms, elbows, forearms and wrists. A pattern of three spikes had also been driven through the palms of my hands. In this position it was very difficult for me to get any leverage, especially since my wide spread legs were teethered to the ground in like fashion. These folks knew their anatomy, I had to give them that. What troubled me more than the way I was restrained was the fact that it made it very difficult for them to get at my vagina, which kind of took the wind out of my sails. What happened to my animal magnetism and good looks on the way to the camp?

 It didn't take long for me to get an answer to this question. I heard a commotion going on at the edge of the camp site. At first it looked as if two of the inbreeds had gotten into a fight over something.They were both half naked and rolling around in the dirt. What was so strange about this was no one else paid them the slightest attention. Then it became apparent that they were weren't fighting, they were fucking....each other! Case closed, as far as my ability to seduce this gang of alien beings was concerned. If all the Red staters had been like this little band, we zombies would have become an endangered species by now. Immediately it became apparent that they had taken me to their camp not for sex, but something more basic, food! I was the catch of the day, and from the looks of things, they planned starting on me just as soon as the big kettle of water came to a boil.

 One of the band approached me with a weird almost childish look on his deformed face. I just sensed what he was up to and unfortunately he didn't disappoint me. Out came this big pig sticker of a knife and the next thing I knew he was carving away at my squeezies, cutting thin slices of protoplasm from my teethered body. The fact that I made no outcry or effort to escape that very sharp inplement he was using kind of spooked him. He stopped what he was doing and hollered a few unintelligible words to his brethren. Soon I was surrounded by the entire gang who started pointing and jabbering among themselves concerning what was not happening where part of my breasts used to be. Not only do we not feel pain, we do not bleed, which can be very helpful in hand-to-hand combat where you don't want to be distracted by a fountain of blood spurting from where your arm used to be.

 One thing we can do, but it is not known to the average Red state folk, is speak. I have a fairly decent vocabulary and thanks to another little addition to my body, I am also capable of emitting some of the scariest shrieks, moans, howls, screams and banshee wails that anyone has ever heard. When properly used, it can be a show stopper. You can imagine the type of reaction you get from an opponent  who has just cut off maybe a hand or an ear and you let out with one of these sonic blasts. It sort of stops them in their tracks for a moment, just long enough for me to dispatch them to whatever lies beyond this life. I was already preparing for that moment when some noise would give me the edge I needed to get rid of these weird folk and go on my merry way, spreading fear and terror into the hearts and minds of my enemy. For the moment however, I remained silent and let them have their fun, such as it was.

 Another of the inbreeds decided to check me out a bit further, and urged on by the peculiar grunts and whistles that passed for language from his peers, he proceeded to pull out an even bigger pig sticker. Without even asking, he rammed it into my vagina with one swift motion and then opened me up from vulva to my solar plexus, quite an impressive strength move on his part. I was tempted to reward him with one of my sonic blasts, but refrained. Still the foolish grin that was plastered all over his face indicated that he and I were bonding quite nicely. At this point he didn't know how to react to a woman who did not bleed or make any sound when cut. Undaunted he made some grunts and whistles of his own and a couple of the band took off into the woods, leaving me to heal myself as inobtrusively as possible under the circumstances.

 The one carving off portions of my squeezies resumed his activity, making small whistles and even an occasional sneeze as he worked away on my rapidly depleted breasts. By the time the other two returned with armloads of leaves from the local trees and bushes, the gash the other one had opened up was already starting to close, which caused more grunts, whistles and sneezes, plus plenty of fingerpointing. I'm opened once again,and none too gently. The gang starts stuffing me with leaves as well as the slices of breast "meat"  they've carved from my squeezies. As near as I can figure, this has something to do with their plan for cooking and eating me. I'm not at all familiar with this process, but there is enough in my memory background to make it appear that this is what they are planning for me. I have no choice but to bide my time and wait for some kind of an opening that will allow me to dispatch this bunch and be about my business.

 The head inbreed didn't make things easy for me and I began to understand that he was a moron leading a pack of imbeciles. Without any warning he hacked off my right hand, leaving it nailed to the log. Then he did the same to my remaining hand. As soon as he hacked off one of my feet, I got the picture. His plan was to incapacitate me to the point that I coud be handled for cooking. Not a bad plan for a moron, but it has one little flaw.I'm almost as dangerous with stumps since I am a dedicated killing machine with tremendous strength and speed, despite some lack of agility due to the temporary loss of my limbs.

 He made things a little more difficult on his next pass, which resulted in me losing more of my arms and legs, up past the elbows and knees as near as I could tell. Now I began to worry about this little game that he was playing. If it went any further, matters would have taken a decided turn for the worse. I might still be able to take half of them out with just my jaws and teeth, not to mention a few well placed head butts, but mobility would have become a serious handicap and likely prevent me from killing all of them.

 With the second round of amputations, the moron made a fatal mistake and I immediately capitalized on it. There was only one set of spikes holding what was left of my arms and legs to the log and the earth. The moron should have cut below the spikes, not above them! However that was the kind of error that a moron will make, it's no crime. However in his case it made life very easy for me and most difficult for him and his little band. I flexed and popped the remaining spikes from the log. My follow through caught the moron's throat between my stumps, instantly breaking his neck. I rolled and got up on my leg stumps and took out a pair of bug-eyed inbreeds, tearing open one's throat and fracturing the other's skull with a head butt. I'd finish him off at my leisure after taking out the remaining five who had no clue as to how to handle me.

 I derived no enjoyment from killing this group, it was just something that I was trained to do and so I did it. Then I rested in this isolated glade and waited for my body to reconstitute and reanimate itself totally, minus perhaps a few millimeters or so off my height. Once that was accomplished, I began to follow the stream that I'd noticed when the now dead band of inbreeds had brought me to this place. Sooner or later the stream would lead to more Red state people who would succumb to my wiles and lethality.

   ( To be continued - rolf palsy)

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Chapter 1

It was the first and only day that I can recall that I slept in. It’s not why I remember the day so, but the day is probably why I remember that I slept in. It was her birthday. Her fourteenth birthday, and the day that she was to be inducted as Queen of Kalla. I don’t know why but the dream that pressed me to sleep longer then I should have, was of the day that caused Dakota to so prematurely acquire her duties as ruler.

My eyes broke open in panic with mother shaking me half to death. I was disoriented and scared. Mother’s hands slipped from my sweating arms. Reality faded back to me and when my mind caught sight of light breaking through the glass hole in the wall; my slowing heart broke into a sprint again. I ripped the sheets from above me and jumped out of bed. Mother’s cries of shame and fear back dropped my frantic race to dress myself; no time for bathing. Skipping from my bedroom attempting to fit my last shoe on, I headed for the kitchen.Â

Breaking through the swinging doors, I searched in shame where everybody stood waiting. Why did I sleep in, why today, of all days, the most important one of her life? Thankfully, two chefs were already waiting by the door for me. That would save me from having to walk between the dozen faces staring down at me. Holding my arms out, the taller of the two chefs placed the highly decorated silver tray in my grip. Speedily, I walked back up the grand staircase to my master’s room, eyes all around me staring.Â

Everybody in the palace knew me, at least if they had met Dakota, chances are they met me as well. And even while working in the palace without ever meeting the royal family, one would know at least of the highest servants under them, the ones who you must step aside to. I was Dakota’s head servant, my mother was her mother’s, the preceding Queen’s head servant, and a man named Phillip held that title for the prior King.

I stood before her door as the shorter of the two sentries before it pulled a key out and unlocked it. I looked timidly at the more handsome sentry who pretended to look away, searching for anything that might attempt unlawful entry.Â

Balancing the tray on my right arm as the shorter sentry turned and resumed staring away from the doorway, I turned the handle and pushed the very heavy solid wood door open. I slipped in and shut the door behind me.Â

I walked through the small front room and into the bedroom of the Princess. My chest exhaled a huge sigh of relief. She was still asleep. She also seemed determined to enjoy every minute of that twenty-five hour day.Â

Every organ in my body freed itself from the tense grip all the other servant in the house put on me. With Dakota, I was always free, she didn’t care if I was late or imperfect; she cared for me as a friend, which is what mother said was exactly what I existed for. The head servant’s primary goal is to be a friend first and a waiter second; at childhood, she had said, this is the most important rule of all. Since the age of three, I was a subject to the Princess. And at seventeen years, I was soon to become the head servant and best friend to the Queen of Kalla, one of most powerful empires on the planet. I was one of the farthest from royalty in the land but I held nearly as much power and influence as a royal, at least inside the palace.Â

I set the breakfast tray on the side table and rushed to the mirror to fix my hair. It wasn’t much more than a minute before I was done. I kept it short and comfortable. Dakota loved it. I had almost gotten in trouble because of it. Dakota became so entranced in my hair that she once began begging the Queen to have her own hair cut short. At a younger age with the Princess’s hair cut like mine, we would look very much like sisters, something that the Queen would not stand for. Mother talked to Dakota though and she stopped bugging the Queen about a haircut. I think that she became more aware of how the Queen began treating me while she pleaded to her that she wanted to look like her servant, a mere commoner.Â

I stood before the side of Dakota’s bed watching the young girl squirm around on her stomach in her sleep. As her friend and servant, it was me who was instructed to teach the happenings of puberty to the young Princess. I had only begun experiencing it a few years before her but mother had said that with my education from her, and with my own findings with my own body, I would be the best candidate. The Queen herself found the topic of sex all too enjoyable for her own being, but felt herself unfit for discussion of the moralities of growing into a woman to her developing daughter.Â

It was not easy for me to teach the Princess but she made it as easy as possible. Like the stories mother taught me of the Queen, Dakota followed quite well in the curiosity of her sexual being. I had learned the entire history of the royal family and every quirk of the current one so that I might have best served my young master, so rarely was I surprised with inconsistencies in Dakota. At first, she felt that I was too smart for her, but quickly enough, she embraced my knowledge and looked to me as the older sister with all the answers to her life. There were no secrets between us.Â

Staring down to her small squirming body pleasuring itself in a dream, I thought of the all the times that she had challenged me with her questions and without an answer, she pressed forward for an experiment to find one.

I looked to the large grandfather clock against the wall, the ninth hour it held. I moved to the bed unwillingly. I didn’t want to be the cause of breaking her dream short. I removed her sheet to her feet with the crumbled and kicked away blanket. Her face gleamed with the tiniest layer of sweat.Â

Dakota had complained before about waking her up in such dreams. I had always defended myself with what mother had taught me. Dreams are left unremembered if they end, waking up during the course of one is what is best, what allows you to remember and cherish them so. Dakota, reluctant to accept such an idea, but knowing after a fight with the Queen after being late one morning from me not waking her, that if being forced to wake up, at least raise her in a manner which would please her more. Having already the knowledge of both our sexual beings between us two, I had a pretty good idea what she was hinting at. Two weeks after that comment, I had acted and was confirmed correct in her true meaning.

Dakota had clearly been having a whole streak of these wonderful dreams for her cotton night pants had been removed and kicked down under her sheet to her blanket.Â

Dakota loved the feel of silk but when presented one birthday with a whole wardrobe of silk night clothes, she quickly learned that she did not like silk so much as to have it covering her entire body. The night pants and shirt were the doings of the King after a year of unsuccessful fighting with her to wear underwear, or to at least stop running through the palace in the morning in her nightgown. That was a year of tremendous stress for the sentries and servants of the house. Everyone one feared to even look at the Princess in horror of what the King might assume. Much tribulation was bestowed among the palace when the two piece pants and shirt were forced onto the young Princess.Â

Dakota now chooses to wear undergarments on rare occasions, choosing being the important word.  Forcing her to do anything will show just how royal she is. The Queen learned such very quickly when she personally dressed her with underwear for weeks and received reports after of servants and sentries around the palace finding the Princess’s used underwear lying around in plain view.Â

I set my hand on the sweat of the young Princess’s butt. Slowly I pressed my hand down between her legs and began massaging the tiny slit. An audible moan broke the room, a sign that surprisingly pleased me. I could please the Princess more than her own fantasies played out in a second world. Moving my small fingers up and down slowly over the heated bulge between her legs, I began applying more pressure. There was more liquid under her butt cheeks than just sweat, I could feel that clearly as the prints of my fingers became glazed with an almost oily substances radiating from the crack below them.Â

The increasingly heavy breathing from the Princess shifted from her small noisy nostrils to her now open mouth. Air flooded through the new larger opening. I continued rubbing the smooth untarnished skin. She would wake up soon.

With her mouth open, she accidently moaned herself awake softly. She opened her eyes just slightly and looked at me. She still had the small crusting eye fluids in the corners of her eyes, the light had yet to break fully into her pupils and break her mind open into the real world. I saw her close her eyes again. She wanted to play a little longer. If she didn’t think about anything, she could drift back into the dream she just left and live with her fantasy as I finished her off.Â

I climbed as gently onto the bed as I could. It was the softest bed I had ever touched. I hovered over the young Princess and slowly listened for a minute, maybe two, but no more. Her breathing shifted back into sleep. As easily as I could, I maneuvered my balance to my knees and took hold of her body. Her body was royal to every extreme; the softest skin I had ever felt with no blemishes, and all this with her own refusal to touch make up. The most the Princess used was a moderate moisturizer on rare occasions. Slowly I turned her body over onto its back.

I set my own body to the right of her and pressed my hand comfortably onto the whole of her exposed vagina. I pushed my hand into it and began caressing the bare bulge; only few of the softest hairs had grown in. My hand slid easily over it repeatedly from the lubrication seeping through her crevice. The Princess’s breathing quickened again. Without the stimulation of her nipples and stomach squirming on the sheets, she would wake easier out of her deteriorating fantasy. But I knew how to counter such loss of stimulation while having her wake up in time.Â

Her breathing shifted. Bad for me that was. She was reawaking, and on her back, she would receive the full light of the sun in her eyes forcing her into cognitive thought and preventing her from more sleep.Â

Quickly, I singled out my index finger and slid it over the little nub inside her slit. She was fading from her mental fantasy quickly but her physical one was just about to peak. I pulled my index finger back and arched it as to rest the tip against the top of her pleasure nub, her personal reference to it. Slowly I drove my finger into her while gliding the length of my finger over her nub. In and out I repeated with growing speed. Dakota’s breathing became panting. I had few seconds before she would wake.Â

I pressed my thumb onto the top of her bulge, squeezing the fatty tissue between my moving index finger and thumb. Her vaginal fluids ran down the back of my intruding finger and drained out the tiny opening it made into the open air; a tiny opening it was, but still an opening nonetheless compared to the incredibly tightly closed lips of her vagina.Â

In the fuzzy world between consciousness and unconsciousness, Dakota’s vocal cords quivered in moans as her hips began shivering. Neither of us two knew whether she was awake or not but the high of her orgasm pushed her out of whatever world she currently occupied and into a black one where the only one of five senses she used was her touch.Â

Her small legs squeezed together as her surprisingly strong vaginal muscles squeezed my index finger, almost as if they were sucking me in. Her twitching sweaty legs broke at the knees and began rising a bit as her butt cheeks pressed themselves into the soft mattress. The Princess’s head jerked about with her eyes scrunched shut as a constant tone reverberated from her throat. She was holding her breath. Her entire body was tense. I think I might have outdone myself today. I wish my birthday started out this well.

Her meek moans became pulses as her little hips bumped up and down. I wiggled my finger around inside of her. Her moans broke into spurted grunts. Her self-made liquids oozed over my finger as her orgasm peaked. Just to tease her a bit more, I ripped my finger out of her legs; I thrust it back in. She was in climax and I repeatedly jammed the entire length of my finger inside of her, took it all the way out, and jammed it back in. It was not an easy task; her contracting muscles sure did not agree with my teasing finger as they fought for it to remain motionless.Â

Dakota’s body began writhing a bit. She was crossing into a second, simultaneous orgasm. In and out, in and out; I jammed my finger through her body and fought against her strong vaginal muscles that gripped and sucked at my finger. More liquid spilled from her tiniest little slit and down her butt crack onto her sheets.

One last time, I jabbed my finger into her and pressed my palm into her engorged bulge.

Squeezing my palm into her swollen vagina, I felt her muscles begin relaxing. Her eyes opened and she stared at me.

“If only all my birthday presents were that incredibly great,” she gasped.Â

“You’re becoming Queen today,” I reminded in attempt to draw attention away from having just masturbated her.

“I’m still Dakota to you,” she cried as I slowly slipped my soaking finger from her vagina.Â

Continued...

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Finally, he leaves. It’s a little past 8:30 PM and you thought he would never walk out the door. Your son is spending the night with one of his school friends so you’ve got the whole house to yourself. You sigh a breath of relief as it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You’ve been planning this night all week. The house is clean, everyone is gone and you start running a tub full of hot bubbly water to soak in . Along side the tub you’ve placed a number of scented candles that you’ve been hiding from your husband for several days now. Next to the tub you’ve placed a book that you’ve been dying to read based on the suggestions of a female friend. You run to the front door to make sure it’s locked and to peak out the window just to make sure your husband did not forget anything and may be on his way back to the house. Yes, the coast is clear. You take the phone off the hook and proceed to make your way to the bedroom and undress.

You step out of your clothes which happens to be an old ratty sweat suit. No need in giving your husband the impressions that you’ve got plans. Slowly you pull the sweatshirt over your head and underneath you’ve got on your favorite Victoria’s Secret satin bra that you’ve been saving for such a special occasion. The way it hugs and shapes your breasts are unbelievable. Next you step out of the sweatpants to reveal a matching pair of panties. Standing there looking at yourself in the mirror you begin to admire your body and how sexy you look. Thinking to yourself that childbirth hasn’t been that bad on your body. Wishing you had someone to share it with, even though you’ve never seriously thought about cheating on your husband but the thought has crossed your mind. You run your hands over the material of the bra and it feels so soft. While your right hand is caressing your breasts the left hand manages to make it’s way down to your panties. Inside you slip a finger right under the elastic waistband and then another finger until your entire hand is inside. The sensation is enough to cause you to close your eyes and you drift off into a state of euphoria. While continuing to massage your breasts you notice that your nipples have become stiff and erect. WOW, a feeling you haven’t experienced in quite a while. You pinch them and become totally aroused. But what do you do about it? Nothing, but you can’t stop yourself because it feels so good. The hand in your panties ventures closer and closer to your cleanly shaven pussy. Although there’s been no sex between you and your man you still like to keep things nice and neat. As your fingers reach what they’ve been searching for and you can’t help but notice how wet you are. Your middle finger begins to lightly touch your clit and the pleasure you feel is enough to make your knees buckle a little. After bracing yourself on the dresser you begin to stick one, two and then three fingers inside your pussy. You would have never imagined that you could be so turned on all by yourself. Just then you think, your tub is waiting. And there’s no sense in continuing simply because there’s no one there with you. You come back to reality and put on your robe and make your way to the bathroom. The candles are lit and the aroma of vanilla and jasmine fill the air. The lights are off and the only illumination in your bathroom are from the candles.

Slowly you let the robe slide off your shoulders and finally falling to the floor. You remove your bra and panties and finally step over into the tub. The water is hot but not too hot to where you can’t stand it. Before you sit down you again run your fingers across your moist pussy and notice your are still aroused. At this point you become a little upset because although you are all alone you wish there was someone there to share this feeling with. Lowering yourself down into the tub and finally coming to rest on the back side of the sloped tub you release the biggest breath of air as you finally feel at one with yourself and the world. You can’t imagine being anywhere else but there at the moment. About 15 minutes later you finally open your eyes and pick up your book and start reading. Page after page you find yourself being captivated by the title character who you find out is a lot like you. In a loveless relationship with a man who constantly takes her for granted. A woman who was pressured into marriage due to the fact that in their small town he was the high school football quarterback and she was the head cheerleader and everyone just assumed they’d end up together. But what they don’t know is that he is a physically and emotionally abusive guy. On the outside he was everyone’s hero. The clean cut, all American boy. But behind closed doors he was an alcoholic who would constantly drive to the next town to the local strip club where no one knew him only to come home drunk and with the smell of another woman on his clothes. Drunk and full of himself he begins to push his wife around and beat her until he passes out. You sit there reading and thinking to yourself, “I wish my husband would come home and think he’s gonna put his hands on me!” As serious as that sounds you can’t help but laugh. Laying the book down on the floor you close your eyes again and begin to massage the warmth of the water into your legs and thighs. “Oh, that feels good!” Suddenly your mind goes back to when you were in the bedroom all alone and the feelings you were getting playing with yourself. Again, you start to massage your clit under the water and, yes, again those feelings return. You can’t help but finger yourself because it feels so damn good. The longer you play with your clit the better it feels. Again, one, two and three fingers travel in and out of your pussy until you feel something stirring in the lower part of your stomach. It’s been a while since you’ve felt that feeling and you want it to last forever. The longer you touch yourself the stronger the feelings get. Until finally you reach the brink of no return. Your back arches and you splash water all over the place managing to put out a few of the candles. You cum in one massive wave after another. Your whole body is shaking and quivering as you finally relax and come back to earth only to find yourself alone again. Looking over at the clock on the wall you notice that it’s a little past 10:30 PM and getting late. Thinking to yourself, “that was fun and I really needed that,” you step out of the tub and begin to clean up. You figure you had better put the phone back on the hook simply because your son usually calls and says good night when he’s with his friends. Although he’s 11 and a growing young man he’s still a little bit of a momma’s boy. But you find that character precious about him. The minute you lay the phone on the cradle it rings and you pick it up thinking it’s your little man. “Hello baby” is all you get out when all of a sudden you hear the familiar voice of one of your girlfriends. “Girl, we’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!” “What do you mean”, you reply. “Well, since the guys are out and doing their thang we figured why are they the only ones to have some fun.” All the wives and girlfriends of the boys have banded together and decided to make this a girl’s night out. You know, go get some dinner, hit a bar or two and have some laughs. You figure, what else do you have to do. You’re sexually charged and the sitting at home alone isn’t helping you any. “Ok, pick me up in about an hour.” You rush to put on some clothes, get your hair done and throw on a little makeup. You look absolutely stunning only to have had 1 hour to get ready. You again admire yourself in the mirror. Standing there is a tight little mini skirt that your husband likes to see you in but given the current situation you haven’t worn it in a while. It always fit your ass the right way. You’ve got on a form fitting bra that seems to push your breasts up a little higher making them stand at attention to any man looking. Over top of that you find one of your flowered print blouses and leaves a few of the top buttons undone to show off a little more cleavage than usual. You finish it off with a cute little pair of earrings a bracelet and a gold necklace. You look down at your hands and notice your wedding set. Do you wear them or not? Questions, decisions, what do you do? You figure to yourself that this is probably gonna be the last time you get to act like a single woman so you take them off and lay them on the dresser. After that you slip on a pair of 4 inch heels that really make your ass stick out. You think to yourself that you look like a hooker out on the prowl but at this point you don’t really give a damn. Tonight is all about you.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rings and when you open it you find five of your friends laughing and giggling. They’ve had a few drinks and are feeling the affects already. One of them looks at you and says, “damn girl, if I wasn’t straight I’d do you myself.” “Let’s go” another one yells. So all of you pile into the SUV and head out. First stop was to the local eatery where you all throw back a few drinks and a nice meal. Laughing it up and having a good time none of you notice that you all have consumed 4 bottles of cheap wine, quite a few mixed drinks and yes, a few shots of tequila. But the massive meal has delayed the affects of the alcohol for the moment. One of the girls mentions that she’s heard of a new night spot across town and thought it would be cool to go. It’s ladies night so girls get in free all night. Looking down at your watch you notice that it’s a little past 1 AM. The night is still young. All of a sudden you get a call on your cell. You look down and it’s your husband. Not wanting him to know you’re out with the girls you don’t answer it. You check his message a few minutes later and he says that he and the boys won’t be coming home until they get their friend on the plane. Just based on earlier conversation with him you know that his plane doesn’t leave until 11:35 AM. You figure you’ve got it made. A night out on the town and away from him. What else could make this night any better? As you make your way to the club your friends start asking you how you and your man were doing. You tell them things are not going so well. And that the two of you are basically like roommates living in a loveless home. Just then one of your friends speaks up. Yes, the slutty one in the group. Every group has one. She looks at you and says, “girl, we’ve gotta get you some dick before the night is over!” You turn to her and say, “naw, that’s okay.” Knowing that you took care of that before you left the house. Everyone in the truck begins to laugh and giggle. Finally you pull up in front of the club and everyone piles out. Barely able to stand up straight and leaning onto each other you walk up to the door and the bouncer says, “Welcome to Club Rain ladies, come right on in.” Inside you walk into the hippest new hot spot to hit town. Around you see a sea of people ranging from 21 on up. And there are quite a few guys in the place, just ripe for the picking. Looking over the crowd you think to yourself, “I’m a married woman and I shouldn’t be here.” It doesn’t matter that you took your rings off, you’re still married in the eyes of God. You look at one of your friends and tell her you think that the alcohol is starting to take an affect on you and you think you need to go on home. Even though the girls all want you to stay you persuade them and they reluctantly let you leave. The one girl who’s driving offers to take you home but you decline saying you’ll catch a cab and that you’ll be alright. You don’t want to spoil the rest of their night. As you’re leaving someone bumps into you and spills a little of their drink on your arm. Over the music you hear a faint voice say, “excuse me, did I spill my drink on you?” Looking up and finally coming face to face, eye to eye with this stranger you notice that it’s not a stranger at all. But someone from your past. “Randy, is that you?” I haven’t seen you in some years. Yes, it was him, Randy, the guy who had the biggest crush on you every since you two were little. People just always thought the two of you would end up together. He always told you how he felt but you kept putting him off. Was it fear that kept you from crossing that line or did your feelings for him run deeper than you were willing to admit? Either way, there he was. Standing right there in the flesh. He answers, “Tina, I can’t believe my eyes. “What are you doing here?” You tell him you and some of the girls were out on the town and you started to get tired and decided to head on home. Randy replies, “can I offer you a ride? I’ve got my car out in the parking lot. I was getting ready to go anyway. Either the girls in here are too young or they’ve already got 5 or 6 guys chasing after them.” This wasn’t really his scene either so the two of you head out towards his car.

On the drive home the two of you start to reminisce about your younger days. While the two of you are laughing and having a good ole conversation suddenly he gets quiet. You don’t notice because you’re talking through the alcohol. Suddenly he turns to you and says, “what happened between us?” You look at him with a puzzled look on your face. What do you mean, you ask? Randy replies, “I mean, what happened between us? How much more plainly can I put it?” Randy says that he really had strong feelings for you and that he’s always hoped and prayed that you would one day give him a shot to make you happy, but last he heard you were getting married. At that point he gave up hope of ever being with you. Running into you tonight was a chance coincidence but one that he was not willing to let go of. Not this time. Not again. He looks down at your hand and notices that you’re not wearing a ring. Suddenly he’s got a glimmer of hope and asks you what happened. Not remembering you had taken off your ring you tell him that the two of you were still together and doing so so. “But you’re not wearing a ring”, he says to you. “Oh, that”, you tell him that your husband is out with his friends and you decided to pretend you were still single. He asks you how’s it going so far? You answer him, “not so good.” “I’ve spent the last 4 hours with a bunch of horny drunk girls and now I’m on my way home.” As the two of you pull up in the driveway to your house it’s about 4 AM but not wanting to go to bed just yet you throw caution to the wind and say, “you wanna come in for a cup of coffee or something?” Suddenly, there’s a knot in your throat because you can’t believe that you just used that line on him. He’s gonna think you’re now trying to pick him up like one of those lonely guys back at the club when the DJ announces “last call.“ Randy looks at you and says, “Won’t your husband mind a strange man sitting in his house?” Knowing that you really don’t care you tell him your husband won’t be home until around noon. Into the house you go. As you approach the door you fumble with your keys. Nervous like a giddy school girl trying to sneak in after she broke curfew hoping your parents don‘t hear you sneaking in.

The house is dark as you try to find the light switch. Finally finding it you offer him a seat while you go in the kitchen and make the coffee. When you reach the coffee maker you remember that you haven’t gone shopping yet and are completely out of coffee. You return to the living to deliver the bad news only to find Randy standing at your wall of pictures. There’s one of your parents, several of your brothers and sisters, other family members and friends. But the one he’s looking at is the large portrait of you in your wedding dress. He turns and tells you how pretty you looked and how you haven’t changed a bit. You return his gracious compliment with a thank you and the two of you sit down on the sofa. He’s on one end and you’re on the other. For the next 45 minutes there’s a nice little back and forth conversation. You tell him about your life and how you’ve pretty much become a home body. And that your life now revolves around your son and your home. Not as much your husband though. If he’s not in the house watching some lame ass sporting event on TV then he’s outside washing and wiping down his metallic blue Dodge Magnum. That car he spends more time with than his wife. Randy tells you about his past. From one failed relationship after another. Endless relationships that never seem to go anywhere. Some were gold digging women only out for money and others were women looking for their next baby daddy. But all in all Randy was happy with how his life has turned out. He still says that he loves and misses you but now that you’re married he focused his attention elsewhere and finally came to terms that you just didn’t want him in that way. After a few more stories and a few more laughs Randy says, “well, it’s getting late I’d better be leaving.” What do you do? You’re hoping he’ll do something. Make a move! Any move! At this point you want to tell him you too have feelings for him but you don’t want to lead him on because you’re still a married woman. You’ve always felt for Randy but the timing was never right. When you were single he had someone and when he was single you was spoken for. Do you let him slip out of your life again without knowing what it could be like or do you do something? As you both stand and head towards the door Randy turns around and tells you how nice it was to see you again and how much fun it was to catch up with you. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek and he lays the softest peck on the right side of your face. You close your eyes and all you can smell is the soft scent of his cologne. One of your favorites. Curve! You throw your arms around him and hold him for what seems like an eternity but in all actuality is just a few seconds. As his lips leave your face you try to find the courage to tell him to stay, please don’t go. But nothing comes out. Tears start to well up in your eyes and all he can do is stand there with a concerned look on his face. He asks you what’s wrong and you tell him, “nothing.” Randy says that he’s been knowing you all his life and you’re not getting off that easy. He asks you again and you finally break down. You tell him that your marriage is all but over. Your husband hasn’t touched you in months and when he does it’s only for his pleasure. He doesn’t care about your needs. Only his. Randy is faced with the biggest dilemma of his life. On one hand he could resist you and force you to honor your marriage vows, for better or worst. Or he could throw caution to the wind and finally do what he’s been wanting to do all his life, make love to you!

While still holding him in your arms you look up at Randy and say, “I need you to make love to me like you’ve always wanted to.” Randy is floored but by the time he has a chance to say anything you plant your luscious lips onto his and something happens. Before you know it Randy is passionately kissing you back like never before. His hands running up and down your back while yours are caressing the back of his head. Both of your tongues are fighting for position in each other’s mouth like a one on one basketball game. The longer you kiss the hotter things are becoming. Randy reaches down and scoops you up into his arms like a groom carrying his wife across the threshold on their wedding night. Finally reaching your bedroom he gently lays you down on the bed. He doesn’t turn on the lights and the only light coming in is from the moon high above. It’s a clear night and there’s a warm breeze blowing through the open window. He can’t help but notice the tears still streaming down you face. Doing so, he leans over and kisses you on your cheek again, tasting the moist saline solution that consumes your face. You look up and him and he down at you and all he says is, “don’t worry, I’m here for you and only you.” Looking down your body he notices the buttons on your tight blouse are straining to be undone. Beneath that he eyes the most perfect pair of breasts he thinks he’s ever laid his eyes upon. He then goes back to kissing your cheek and then on down to your ear lobe and then your neck. You quiver as every time he touches you sends chills down your spine. Not wanting to stop you look up at him and whisper, “don’t rush, my husband won’t be home for hours.” With those reassuring words he slowly begins to unbutton your blouse. He uses one hand to brace himself slightly over you while the other explores your neck then your cleavage. Lightly outlining the form that has been created by your bra. Slowly he releases one button after another until finally your shirt is completely open and just a faint memory to what use to be covering your breasts. Not wanting to completely remove it just yet he gets off the bed and grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him. Your legs are weak but some how you manage to stand on your own. Randy is looking deep into your eyes and he tells you that all his life he’s dreamed of this very moment. The day he gets to undress you and no one is there to stop him. He reaches up and begins to pull your blouse off of your shoulders. Randy tells you that he wish he would have made a move the one and only night he spent with you several years ago. Maybe your life would have turned out differently. But he was afraid of rejection at the time. He looks up at you again just to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. The look in your eyes is his green light to proceed. Like a feather in the wind the silky blouse gracefully falls to the floor. There you stand in nothing but your tight little mini skirt and your bra that’s fighting to restrain your luscious breasts. He begin to kiss and nibble on your breasts not yet exposing what he’s so long dreamt of . With every touch on your body you arch your back that much more pushing your breasts into the material of his shirt. Then again he gives you one of the best kisses of your life. Towering over you he feels the soft touch of your lower back then gradually making his way upward. You know what he’s looking for. Jackpot! He reaches the tiny metal clasp that’s holding your bra in place. Being a guy he’s had a lot of practice with this part. He reaches behind with his right hand and gently unhooks your bra. You feel the release of pressure on your breasts and a slight rush of air escapes your lips. With his finger he tucks it under the strap on your right shoulder. Slowly he moves it over your shoulder then the next. Until your bra is able to fall on its own. Again, to the floor to meet the blouse. There you stand, all exposed to him and what seems like the world. No one else has seen your naked body except your husband in years. Funny thing is that he has still not looked away from your eyes. Finally he takes a deep breath and looks down. What can only be described as one of the seven wonders of the natural world he takes his hands and works his way up your side then around to the front where he finally comes in contact with your breasts. Cupping them in his hands he begins to massage them and fondling your nipples. The sensation you are getting from his actions and sending electric pulses throughout your entire body. You can hardly stand it. You momentarily black out from the pre-game pleasure. Next thing you know he’s working on the belt to your mini skirt. With one swift motion he manages to get it unbuckled and your skirt unzipped. He kneels down to his knees and looks up at you. He tugs on one side then the other until your skirt has made its way past your nice round booty. He takes a deep sniff as he can smell the scent coming from your pussy. It smells like heaven to him and he can hardly stand it. Slowly, Randy begins to kiss down your stomach until he reaches the top of your silk and lace panties. This time he uses his teeth to remove them. They’re moist and damp and he can taste you in them. His hands now cup your ass and he squeezes each cheek like he’s kneading bread dough. You grab his head as he begins to kiss up your thigh. For some reason he stops and pays more attention to that birth mark on your leg. You know the one. Shortly there after he begins his ascent upwards until he finally reaches what he’s been wanting for all night long. Your pussy is so wet until it’s actually dripping and aching for attention. One drop hits his chin and in an effort to not waste another drop he spreads your legs and moves under you like a mechanic changing the oil on a finely tuned sports car. With delicate hands he works to give you as much pleasure as possible. Your eyes are closed and your head is now tilted skyward. You’ve managed to lean back on the dresser. Yes, the same dresser that began your night of pleasure. You think to yourself that this is wrong, this is so wrong but it feels so right. Randy now dives in. His tongue licks your dripping wet pussy from front to back. He licks like there’s no end in site. It’s like the only oasis in a desert and he’s drinking up as much of the liquid as possible. Massaging your clit with his tongue causes you to moan loudly. You never thought something so wrong could ever feel so right. He continues to lick you until you can’t take it any longer. You start getting that strange feeling again in your lower stomach that you had earlier in the night. You know what’s gonna happen next. Randy keeps licking as you brace yourself and then you explode in what seems like the largest orgasm you’ve ever had. Not even your husband has made you feel this good. Even during the good days of the marriage. He licks up every drop. You begin to cry again but this time it’s tears of joy. Looking up Randy sees you in a state of total bliss.

After about a minute or two you look down at Randy and say to him, “thank you, not it’s my turn.” Now, it’s time to return the favor. As Randy stands up you begin to get a hold of his shirt and pull it apart like some B rated movie. Buttons are flying everywhere but he doesn’t care. You expose his chest which isn’t nice and chiseled like most guys but what do you care. You and Randy never were the super model types. In his eyes you could be a runway model and in yours, he could be in a fireman’s calendar. Thinking of this sort of makes you laugh because you see the humor in it. You run your hands across his hairy chest and kiss him with every thing you’ve got. Then you begin to unbuckle his pants. As they fall to the floor you can’t help but notice the massive tent that has been formed inside his boxers. His dick is fighting to be released so you help him out. Slowly you pull the material down to finally reveal what you yourself have been longing to see. Randy’s dick! It’s beautiful. Unlike your husband’s it’s got form and shape to it. Massive veins running along its length from base to tip. And a slight ooze of precum is now beginning to erupt from the top like a volcano ready to blow. You lean over and with your tongue you lick the tip of his dick and taste his fluid. Sweet yet salty. But you don’t care. It tastes like honey to you. You open your mouth wider and wider as your take him inside your succulent lips. Up and down sucking his dick like a popsicle on a hot summers day. You go so deep that at one point you actually try to swallow it. Randy has closed his eyes and he tells you that this is the best blow job he’s ever gotten. Your tongue feels like velvet on his sensitive dick. The only time you take it out of your mouth is to lick the underside of his penis and then on down to his balls. Taking each one into your mouth you make Randy moan with pleasure. Again you work your way back up to his throbbing penis and with your hands you slowly begin to jack his dick. Randy places his hands on your head and by running his fingers through your hair he tells you that if you keep that up you’re gonna make him cum. You haven’t been this aroused in years so his statement is like music to your ears. Randy tells you again but you don’t heed his warning. Then all of a sudden you feel his legs clinch and go stiff. His hands are now holding your head down so far on his dick until it feels like the head of it is inside your throat. You feel him twitch and then jerk. And then it happens. He releases a massive load of hot sticky cum in the back of your throat. Shot after shot pulsates through the shaft of his dick and escapes inside your mouth. The one thing you’ve never done is swallow another man’s cum but this time is different. You gulp down what seems like a gallon of his cum. Only a small dribble makes its way out of your mouth and down your lips. Randy still has his eyes closed when you release your grip on his penis and you slowly crawl up onto him. The two of you eye each other and as one final gesture you lick your lips to make sure you get every drop. Showing him how much you appreciate his gift.

You collapse on top of him and that’s where you both lay for a while. You, still feeling the after shocks of your orgasm and him trying to recover from his. He’s got his arms wrapped around you and you’ve got your head relaxing on his chest and all the while you’re playing with his dick. Suddenly you feel it twitch and slowly but surely it springs back to life. You think to yourself, “good, time for round three!” Round one was for me. Round two was for him. And now round three will be an all out battle. It’s time you did what you’ve been waiting to do all your life. Continuing to play with his dick it seems to be harder than before. Randy is laying there thinking to himself that this must be heaven. To have the woman of his dreams laying next to him, naked as the day she was born, playing with his dick. Suddenly the bed moves and all of a sudden Randy opens his eyes to see that Tina has now straddled him. She’s come to rest on his legs and all the while looking dead into Randy’s eyes still playing with his now rigid member. He knows what’s coming next. You slowly lift yourself up and place one hand on his chest for balance you take the other one and position his dick right at the entrance to your sopping wet pussy. Gradually you lower yourself and as his dick makes contact with your pussy you left out a slight moan. You can’t take it anymore so you let yourself go and impale yourself on his dick. It’s like you are a virgin all over again. You pussy is so tight simply because it’s seen little action over the past year or so. Again, when you and your husband have sex it’s over so soon after it begins. You’re breathless and stop moving so you can adjust to this oh so foreign object that is now giving you extreme pleasure. Randy’s hands are on your hips and you can feel his penis throbbing inside you. You readjust yourself and he hits one wall . You try to shift again and he hit’s the other wall. “Oh my God, this feels so good! Why didn’t I do this years ago?” You think to yourself. The two of you begin to move in motion. You raise yourself slightly off his penis then again impale yourself onto it but never once loosing complete contact with him. He’s meeting you on every down stroke with an equally matched up thrust. Randy is thinking to himself that your pussy is making his dick feel like it’s being wrapped in the finest silk in China. That’s just how smooth everything is. His eyes open and the vision of you riding him is incredible. He reaches up and begins playing with your breasts which are bouncing with every motion. Taking your nipples between his fingers you are loving the sensations he’s sending through your body. You lean over and begin kissing him passionately all the while still riding his dick like a cowgirl at a rodeo. You haven’t been made love to like this since before your wedding and this is something you don’t want to end. Breaking the kiss Randy rolls you over so that you’re now flat on your stomach and he’s got the perfect vision of your nicely shaped ass. He grabs your hips and pulls you up on your knees. You know what’s next. It just so happen that being fucked from behind is one of your favorite positions. With one hand on your ass he guides his dick again into your pussy. Your back arches as he begins to slowly and methodically fuck you from behind. Your eyes are closed and all you can think about is one stroke after another this man is taking you to places you’ve never been before. You begin to play with your clit as Randy picks up the pace. Randy continues his assault on you for what seems like 30 minutes until you feel something happening. That strange feeling is starting to come back. But this time it’s different. You’ve masturbated before alone at night and even in the shower but for some strange reason this one seems like the mother of them all. You can tell Randy is close to cumming too because his breathing has become erratic and his strokes are now uncontrollable jerks. But never the less he’s made a promise to himself that he won’t cum until you do. You scream that you are about to cum and that seems to be the fuel on the fire that Randy has been looking for. Now, he’s pounding you with everything he’s got. You can’t stand it. For some strange reason you begin to think to yourself that if your husband could see you now then he’d know how a real man makes love to a woman. Closer and closer you are getting to releasing your juices all over Randy’s dick then you hear him say that he’s about to cum too. He tells you he’s gonna pull out and you scream at him to stay inside you. You want to feel his dick empty itself inside you. Than it happens. You cum in what could be the biggest orgasm of your adult life. All you can do is scream. A scream that can only be rivaled by some B listed actress in a second rate horror flick. At that very moment Randy grabs both your hips and shoots his load deep inside your womb. You feel every spurt and it’s just enough to keep your orgasm going as well. Randy grunts again as another shot of cum leaves his still throbbing dick. As both of your orgasms subside the two of you fall to the bed totally exhausted and dripping with sweat. That was the best fuck of your life and all you can do is sleep. You lay there spooned right next to Randy with his dick still inside you. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you in total bliss as you’ve just been made love to by someone who truly loves you. As you lay there you can feel his cum mixed with yours slowly leaking out of your well fucked pussy. Then you remember that you are not on any birth control and Randy didn’t use a condom. What if you get pregnant? How are you gonna explain that one? At this point you don’t care. Right now you wouldn’t mind carrying Randy’s love child. Then the both of you fall asleep.

Several hours later you wake up with Randy’s arms still wrapped around you. You’ve got a smile on your face like never before. The sunlight is flooding through the window and the birds are chirping outside your window like a scene right out of a Disney movie. Suddenly it hits you. You jump up startled and frantic. “What time is it?” Randy manages to open his eyes long enough to look at his watch. He mumbles to you 11:45. You race to your feet and tell him that your husband is on his way home and that he’s gotta go, now! Randy quickly grabs his clothes and gets dressed. You put on your bath robe and rip the sheets off the bed not wanting your husband to get the slightest hint that you just had sex with another man on the same bed he sleeps on. Randy makes his way to the back door because you tell him that you’ve got nosey neighbors and they might see you walking out the front door. Your driveway is hidden by a number of bushes and small trees. He can get out without anyone ever noticing he was at your house. But before he leaves Randy turns to you and gives you one last kiss. Not as passionate as those during your love making but just enough. He tells you that when ever you need him you know how to reach him. He slips his business card in your hand and on the back is his cell number. You want to cry but can’t. Funny thing is that when you look up at Randy he’s got a tear flowing down his face. He again tells you that he loves you and assures you that what happened last night will remain between the two of you. He knows that he can’t have you all to himself but he’s so grateful to have had you for one night. If the world were to end today he’d die a happy man. He looks you dead in your eyes and says, “I love you Tina.”

After one last embrace the two of you part ways. Randy goes to his car and as you hear the engine start up you shut the door then look out the window as he backs out of the driveway. You sit down at the kitchen table and rest your head in your hands. This time you cry. All you can say is, “I love you too Randy.”

As Randy drives away he turns on the radio in his car and finds some mindless radio station to listen too. Funny thing is that the first song he hears is “As We Lay” by Shirley Murdock. He starts to chuckle and continues down the road. About a block or two from Tina’s house he notices a car coming over the horizon. As he gets closer he realizes it a metallic blue Dodge Magnum. The very same Dodge Magnum Tina told him her husband has. Never really meeting Tina’s husband he slows up and looks out the window. As he approaches the Dodge the driver looks back at him as well. It’s Tina’s husband. Randy recognizes him from several pictures that were back at the house. They make eye contact and you give him the customary head nod which he politely returns not knowing that you just made love to his wife all night long. Randy rides off like a man who’s holding the only winning ticket in the mega-million dollar lottery. But is this the end for him and Tina? Only time will tell.

I sat down and looked at Jamantha, she was still asleep with her legs wide open. I crawled over to her, filling the plugs press against my cunt. I lent down and licked her pussy. My tongue flick expertly over her clit while my fingers teased her ass. Her groans grow louder as my orgasm grown. I stopped licking and mounted her leg, grinding against it, hands gently rubbing her nipples. The plug moved around inside me as I grinded and I came at the same time as Jamantha turned onto her back. I kept grinding against the bask of her leg as my juices wet her and made my pussy slippery.

Amazingly Jamantha was still asleep so I started to finger her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop me so I jammed another finger in moving them around slowly. She loosened up a bit more so I put in another, I moved them around and felt her start to grind against my fingers. I pulled them out and heard an annoyed groan come from Jamantha. Smiling I reached into the box and pulled out a vibrator. I started teasing her ass with it then positioned it at her opening. With one hard push the whole vibrator was taken by her ass.

Jamantha woke with a scream, tears rolling down her face. I moved the vibrator slowly and her scream went from one of pain to one of pleasure. I leave the vibrator in her ass and she moves slightly to make it move. I climb on top of her and started rubbing my plugged pussy against her empty one. I fall forward onto Jamantha, kissing her neck and stroking her breast. Our bodies spasm into climax as we lay with our arms around each other.

I pulled the plug out and put it into the box. Out of it I pulled a long, double ended dildo. I pushed as much of it - about 7.5 inches - and started pumping my cunt with it. Jamantha pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and throw it away, she closed her hand around mine, stopping the attack on my cunt. She wriggled into the same position as we were in last night, this time with the dildo connecting us.

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We moved furiously for a couple minutes, the dildo sliding in and out of us but we were to tired to cum. We lay there panting for a few moments, leg entwined and dildo in place. I turned my head toward my computer and noticed that my web cam was on.

I disentangled myself from Jamantha, who was watching the end of last nights movie. I sit down at the computer and turned on the screen. A MSN window is still open. I suddenly remember last night before the party I was talking to Greg.

Shit I said he’s seen everything. fuck shit crap the mics ion. He’s heard everything. At that every second my phone went off. The txt was from Greg ‘I saw everything and I want in next time’. I sit down next to Jamantha and give her the phone. Her eyes light up as she reads the txt. She passes it back to me nodding.

I send a txt back. ‘when can you come round’?

 coments welcome at airforce_sis@hotmail.com

The End
 

The next morning her mom left for work Emily and Julie were off from school so they were home alone.  When Julie woke up Emily was waiting in the kitchen for her.

“I wanted to aske you some thing” Emily said as Julie walked in.

 

“What is it Emily” answered Julie.

 

“Well last night I herd strange noises coming from moms room so I snuck out side and looked in her window” Emily stops for a second “and I saw mom naked rubbing her breasts and vagina and sticking her finger inside herself and after I saw this I started to get a wet spot on my pajamas and I felt really weird I just want to know what was going on”

 

“Mom was masturbating she did this because she really misses dad because know he can’t give her sex so she has to pleasure herself and you got et because you were horny” answered Julie “do you have any more questions.”

 

“No” answered Emily confusingly.

 

“Do you want feel really good” asked Julie.

 

“Umm….sure I guess” answered Emily

 

“Then take you cloths off and sit on the table with you legs spread” demanded Julie.

 

Emily strips down and sits on the table and watches her sister undress this makes her feel weird again and she notices the table is wet below her.  Julie walks over and starts to touch her still developing breast Emily moans quietly in pleasure as Julie start to suck on her nipple and work her way down to her vagina. When she get to her vagina she stops and tell her sister to call it her pussy instead.  Then she starts to suck on her pussy moving her toung up and down over the slit then she pulled her pussy lips apart and licked clit this made Emily almost jump with pleasure.  Julie kept licking until Emily felt really weird and shot a stream of white liquid in Julie’s mouth Julie swallowed it and explained to her what an orgasm is.

Then she told Emily to stand up then she sat down and told Emily to lick her pussy Emily did until Julie came and shot cum all over Emily’s face then she kissed Emily and licked it all off as she finished licking it off they heard the front door open and noticed it was the time their mom usually got home.

and she said wow

and than are mom pulled up so we turn the compture off and i went to my room all night i was thinking about incest like what it would be like to fuck my sister.

and than long about mid-night there was a knock on the door i said come in and it was my sister.

than she walked over and set down on the bed and she said can we talk

i said ok

ashely looked at me and said can i see your cock please.

i just want to see it one time.

and all i could say was ok.

so i got up and got naked and my dick pop out

ashely said wow cool its huge.

she said may i touch it.

i was like ok.

she put her hand around my dick and started going up and down on it.

and than ashely said lets fuck.

she got up got naked and jumped right on me

i was like god this feels good and we fucked for like an hour and than i said ashely i,m going to cum

she got off me and grab me dick and started jacking me off

and than i shot the biggest load in the air i had ever shot.

        One day in fifth grade we were in my room, playing video games and listening to music.  We had finished a game when she said, “Beth,” not looking at me.  She seemed embarrassed about something. 

 

        “Yeah?” I answered.

       

        “Uh, do you ever touch yourself…you know…down there?”

 

        “Huh?  What are you talking about?’

     

        “You know, inside your panties, do you ever touch yourself there?”

       

        “Well, I guess so.  I mean, I take baths and stuff and I have to wash.”

       

        “I don’t mean that.  Do you ever touch it just for fun…just to make it feel good?  Does it feel good when you wash it?”

          

        Actually, she was sorta weirding me out.  “I dunno; I guess so.  Never really noticed.  Why?”

 

        “I do.”  She was speaking really softly, like she was afraid someone would hear.  “It feels really good, sorta makes me feel tingly and out of breath.  Does it feel good when you touch your button?”

       

        “What button?”

 

        She was beginning to lose patience.  Sara is a really good friend, but she can be bossy and impatient sometimes.  “Oh jeez, you don’t know anything!  Here, let me show you.”  And she began to lower her shorts. 

 

        “Sara!” I exclaimed, “you aren’t going to take off your pants right here, are you?” 

 

        “Well sure; you’re so dumb you won’t understand unless I show  you.”

  

        And she did.  She pulled her shorts right down, and the little white panties followed, and there I was, looking at her little pink cunny.  I had never seen anyone’s cunny but mine, and I hadn’t actually looked at mine much.  It was sorta cute, looked a little like a pink peach. 

 

        “Here, see, here’s my button,” and she pulled open the top of her cunny.  Sure enough, a little knob was sticking out there.

       

        “That’s it?  That’s all you were talking about?”  I wasn’t impressed.

 

        She grinned.  “Yeah, but watch.”  She started touching herself, not right on her button, but sorta around and below it, just tickling herself on other parts of her cunny.  And a couple of times she closed her eyes, obviously enjoying it.  Soon, though, she moved up and began circling the button with her fingers, and sure enough, she began to breathe more quickly and more heavily.  When she finally began to rub and push right on the button, she really panted and jerked, and finally let out a deep sigh and lay back on the bed.  It sure looked like she enjoyed it.

       

        “Oh wow, that was nice.  See?”  Well yeah, I did see, and it did look like she had fun.  “Why don’t you try it?” 

 

        I was afraid that my mom would come up and catch us, and also afraid that maybe I wouldn’t do it right and Sara would laugh at me.  She did stuff like that sometimes.  “Maybe later.  Mom might catch us.”  She pulled up her pants and we went back to playing video games and didn’t say any more about it.

 

        That night, though, I thought about it again when I was taking my bath.  For the first time, I noticed that it did feel good when I washed my cunny, and I guess I washed it a little longer and more thoroughly than usual.  After I rinsed off, I decided to do what Sara had done and see if it felt good for me, too.  I started touching myself, just using my whole hand and stroking my cunny really lightly, like petting a puppy.  She was right, it did feel sorta tingly, like something was tickling me inside my stomach.  I let a couple of fingers run through my little slit, and that felt good, too.  I was going to like this. 

   

Finally I moved my fingers up and touched my button, and I gasped and sorta jumped in the water.  Wow, did that feel good!  I can’t exactly describe it, but I wanted to do it lots more, and I did.  I began to massage it like she did, circling my fingers around it and sorta sneaking up on it, rubbing back and forth on the sides.  I tried pushing it side to side, and by that time I was really panting.  I started rubbing it really hard, and in another minute or so the tingles got really strong, like I got shocked, and my legs trembled.  Golly, it felt good!

   

        Of course, after doing it that once, I started doing it a lot, and I found other things that felt good.  Sometimes I would take some of my skin lotion and rub it on and just play with my cunny without touching the little button.  That way I could do it a long time and it just kept feeling good.  And I experimented and found out that I could put a finger into my little trickle hole and wiggle it around.  That felt good, too, but in a different way.  Sometimes that would make me really tingle.  And of course, when Sara and I reached puberty and started to grow titties, we could play with them, too.  Sometimes we did it together, and I think those were the nicest times.

   

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        A year or more later we were doing it in her room when no one else was home.  We were naked, facing each other on her bed, touching ourselves and seeing who could cum first.  “Beth,” she said.  Long pause when I didn’t answer ‘cause I was busy.  “What if we touched each other?” 

    

I was already breathing pretty fast, not paying much attention, but I did catch the “each other.”  Any other time I probably would have said no, but right then I was turned on and the idea of a different kind of touching was pretty exciting.  I didn’t answer, but moved over close to her and put my hand on her right titty.  It was pretty little, of course, like mine, but it felt all warm and squooshy and interesting in my hand.  Her little nipple was all hard, and I played with it the way I like to play with mine.  Just for a moment she stopped playing with her pussy (an older girl had told us to call it that), closed her eyes, bit at her lip, and began breathing even harder.  I felt her tremble, and reached over to stroke the other titty.  She leaned into my hands, pressing her tits into them, and it wasn’t long before she was gasping.  “Touch my clitty.  Please.”  The girl had told us what to call the little button, too.

  

        I moved a hand down between her legs and touched her pussy the way we both liked, gently stroking and teasing toward her clitty.  As I touched it she grabbed my hand and pushed on it, making me rub the little knob really hard.  In just a few seconds she began to push her pussy toward me repeatedly in the hardest orgasm either of us had yet had.  My hand was very wet.

       

        She just lay back panting hard for a little while, her body still jerking occasionally.  “Wow.”  Another twitch or two.  “Wow.  We should have done that before.  Give me just a moment more and I’ll do you.”  I was panting almost as much as she was.  It was really exciting to touch someone else that way, and I went back to working my own pussy with a vengeance. 

    

        “Here, let me do that.”  She pushed my hand away and began stroking me as I had done her, gently, but touching it all over.  “Feels different when someone else touches it, doesn’t it?”  I wanted her to touch my clitty but decided to wait til she chose to do it.  It wasn’t long til she did, rubbing it hard.  Then she surprised me, leaning over to lick my left titty and suck on the nipple.  Just a few seconds and that was all for me.  I began bouncing on the bed like a trampoline artist, panting furiously.  It felt like my whole body was on fire, and I just closed my eyes and let it happen. 

    

        “Wow yourself,” I finally told her.  “It was already feeling good, but when you sucked on my titty my body just went nuts.”

    

        “Yeah, I thought you would like that.  I wanted you to feel as good as I did.”

    

        We lay back on the bed together, gently touching each other all over, really not in a sexual way, just caresses.  But even that sent those little charges through our bodies.  It was a really nice afternoon til we heard her mom come in and had to dress quickly.

   

        It was a couple of years later, summer after eighth grade, I believe,  and we were walking home from the park.  “Beth,” she said quietly, “have you ever let a boy touch you?” 

  

        I didn’t have to ask what she meant.  By that time we had touched a lot.  “Golly no, have you?”

 

        “Well, remember a few weeks ago when we had the swimming party at Jeff’s house?  Bret Tate was looking awfully cute that day, and after we swam a while we sneaked into the house and ducked into a closet to make out.  We had been going a while and got pretty hot, and he sorta slowly slid his hand up and touched my titty.”

 

        “Gosh, what did you do?”

 

        “Why, I let him do it, of course.  No boy had ever touched me that way, and I thought it might be fun.”

  

        I was not too sure what I thought about this.  “So how did it feel?”

    

        “Well, he didn’t know what to do.  I think it’s the first time he ever touched a titty.  He just sorta sneaked up on it and when he found out I wouldn’t stop him he just grabbed it and squeezed a little.  Not so hard that it hurt, but he didn’t caress it and tease it the way you do.”  Her voice got even quieter.  “And that’s not all.”

    

        “Oh jeez, Sara, what else?  C’mon, don’t hold out on me.”

   

        Quieter.  “See, I knew he had a hard-on; I could see the way he was squirming around, trying to get it situated right.  And I just couldn’t resist.  I never touched one before, so I moved my hand down and touched it.  Actually, sorta wrapped my fingers around it, as much as I could through his suit.”

 

        “Omigod, Sara, what did it feel like?”

 

        “Well, it was really straight and stiff.  I couldn’t imagine having something like that in my pants.  I squeezed it a little bit, and it was really weird.  Like, it’s really soft and smooth on the outside, but when you squeeze a little, it’s really hard on the inside.  And it’s like the skin on the outside isn’t connected or something.  I’m probably not saying it right, but when I moved it around a little bit he seemed to like it, so I kept doing that.”

 

        “Omigod.”  I just couldn’t imagine touching a boy’s thing, especially when it was hard.  We had been taught a little about that in sex ed, but they really don’t teach you that part.  I was very quiet a little while, thinking about it.  “So what happened then?”

 

        “Well, we were still kissing – he really is a good kisser – and feeling each other, and after a while he sorta jerked a few times.  I think he came in his swim suit.  It seemed like that embarrassed him, ‘cause he stopped after that and wanted to go back to the party.”

    

        “Wow, Sara.”  I just didn’t know what to say.  I thought about that the rest of the way home, trying to imagine what it would be like to hold a guy’s thing.  Just couldn’t get it out of my mind. 

 

        A few weeks later I was walking home from town and met Jeff.  He and I had liked each other for several months and made out some, so when we got to my house I asked him if he wanted to come in for a soda.  I knew my mom would be out for the afternoon and I was thinking about what Sara had said and feeling sorta naughty.  I wanted to find out for myself.

 

        We sat in the kitchen and talked for a while, you know, the usual stuff, and I asked him if he had ever seen my room.  Subtle?  Well, maybe not, but it was the best I could do.  So we went up and I showed him my game system (his is better) and my CD collection (mine is better) and we talked a little more and sorta ran out of topics.  Finally I decided to dive right into it and see what happened.

 

        “Jeff,” I asked him, “this may seem sorta weird, but have you ever seen a girl naked?”  He turned a bright shade of red and sorta stammered.  Finally shook his head.  “Would you like to?”  His eyes brightened and he nodded.  “One thing, though.  If I take my clothes off, you have to take yours off, too.”  Well, that got him.  He wanted to see me, but he was too shy to undress, too.

  

        “C’mon, Jeff, it won’t hurt you.  I’ve never seen a boy naked, either, and I want to.  C’mon.”  To encourage him, I unbuttoned my shorts and began to raise my t-shirt.  He was hooked and began to raise his shirt, too.  I was not wearing a bra, so his eyes were soon bugging out at my tits, which were, and still are, a bit small, but round and very nicely shaped. 

     

He was dawdling, though.  “Jeff, get the shorts off, or I’ll put my shirt back on and we’ll forget it.”  I knew why he was dawdling.  He had a hard-on and he didn’t want me to see it.  “Do it, Jeff,” and I reached for my shirt again.  Finally he gave up and let them drop, and I could see the tent in his underwear.  God, even that was exciting to me!  I dropped my shorts, too, letting him see my white panties with the pink butterflies.  He stared straight at my crotch, even though he really wasn’t seeing much more than he would if I had my swimsuit on.  I think he could see the outline of my slit, though.

        

“OK, Jeff, we’re down to our underwear.  Let’s do this together.  Ready?  One, two, three,” and we both dropped our underwear to the floor and stared at the other.  By that age we both had just a little wispy pubic hair, but he could see my pussy just about as well as I could see his hard penis.  I was fascinated by it.  It just stood there proudly, pointing up and out and bobbing a bit as the blood pulsed (I didn’t know that then).  I really wanted to touch it. 

   

His eyes were glued to my body, too, and he couldn’t decide whether to look at my tits or my pussy.  He wanted to touch, too, and we were both breathing more quickly.  I smiled at him.  “Well, what do you think?” I asked him.  “Do you like what you see?” 

    

“You’re beautiful,” he told me.  “I never knew a girl could be so beautiful.  Wow.”  He just kept staring.

    

I walked over close and kissed him.  “You’re beautiful, too, Jeff.  Would you like to touch me?”  He nodded.  “Come over and sit on the bed.  You can touch me where you like.  Just be gentle.”  When he sat down, I stood in front of him and took his hand and laid it on my titty, showing him how to caress it and play with the nipple.  He learned quickly and soon was starting to get me heated up.

 

“May I touch, too?” I asked.  He looked down at his erection as if he had just remembered it, and probably that was true.  But he had conquered the embarrassment. 

  

“Sure,” he told me.  “Want me to show you how, too?”  He was definitely getting the idea of this thing.

 

“Yeah, OK.”  He took my hand and showed me how to rim the head and stroke that really sensitive place just below it.  Also how to lift his balls and squeeze them gently.  Then he put my hand around his cock and showed me how hard to squeeze it and how to move my hand up and down to give him pleasure.  After a couple of minutes, I saw that he was getting really excited, and I wanted more, too.

   

“Jeff, I’m ready for you to touch me at the other place.”  That was the fun part.  I just couldn’t wait to see how it would feel to have a boy touch my pussy.  I sat down, opened my legs wide and showed him how to stroke lightly all around my pussy and tease me.  Then I made his finger touch my vagina and let it slip through my slit, up and down, to make it really slick.  This was feeling good!  I let him do that for a while, then showed him my clit.  I had him circle it gently and move some of my juices there for lubrication, then told him to rub it, back and forth, side to side, getting more juice, pushing on it, going back to my vagina.  I even had him push his finger a little ways inside me.  God, it felt good!  I was panting and really getting close.  And during all of this I had kept jacking his penis and he was getting pretty  excited, too.

  

I won the race and bounced up and down on the bed against his hand as I had my orgasm.  He was pushing his cock hard against my hand and trying his best to come, and just a minute or so later it happened.  He began to shoot out white stuff, three, four, five times, getting it all over his front and my hand.  Very warm and sticky stuff.  It was fascinating to watch it shoot and just as fascinating to feel his penis going soft afterwards.  I just kept holding it.    

 

When it was over, we just sat there, still touching each other’s genitals, amazed at the experience and not sure what to do next.  “Jeez, that was wonderful, Beth,” he told me.  “I never did that before.”

 

“I haven’t, either, Jeff.  It was great.  “Don’t you want to kiss me?”  He grinned and leaned over, giving me a hug and a good long kiss with plenty of tongue.  This boy could kiss, too.  “Guess we’d better clean up,” I told him. 

  

I got a warm washcloth and we cleaned up each other.  He kept staring at my body.  “Wow, you’re pretty,” he said several times.  He washed my pussy far longer than it really needed, but I didn’t complain.  And my eyes didn’t leave that lovely penis, either.  As I washed it, it began to stiffen a bit.  I really wanted to jack him off again, but I didn’t.  On impulse, though, I leaned down and gave it a quick kiss.  Don’t know why.  That was a wonderful afternoon, too.

  

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I guess it was near the end of our soph year when Sara called one Sunday afternoon.  “Hey, can you come over?” 

  

Well, I was just bummin’ around, so I told her, “Sure, I guess.  Be over in a few minutes.”

 

When I got there she was waiting for me and took me straight to her room, closing the door.  “What’s the big secret?” I asked her.

  

She was talking almost in a whisper.  “I did it.”

   

“Did what?”

 

“I did it,” she repeated.  “I did IT!”

 

“Omigod, Sara, you don’t mean it!  Who?  Where?  When?  Omigod.  How did it feel?  Tell me everything.”  Well yeah, I guess I was a little excited.

  

“Yeah, I’ll tell you if you’ll shut up.  I’ve gotta tell somebody and who’s my best friend?”  I zipped my lips and sat quietly.

 

“It was last night.  Rich and I went to an early movie, then drove out to the old quarry.”  Rich was her current steady and the old quarry was everyone’s favorite make-out place.  “We were going at it pretty heavy, had our pants off and everything, and we were both pretty heated up.  I was jacking him and he had a finger in me, and when he wanted to go all the way I just couldn’t say no.” 

 

“Wow, what did it feel like?  Was it good?”

  

“Well, he was sorta in a hurry, afraid someone would drive up and catch us, so we couldn’t do it very long.  But it felt nice.”

 

“Did it hurt?”

 

“No.  You know I broke my cherry a long time ago with that dildo, and his cock isn’t any bigger than that.  But it didn’t feel like the dildo.  It felt really hot inside me.  I didn’t know it would feel hot like that.  And it was alive.  A real live cock, not just a piece of rubber.”

 

“Did you cum?

 

“No, we stopped too soon, but it was still nice.  I’m glad I did it.”

 

Well, you know where we are headed here.  After Sara lost her virginity I began to want to do it, too.  Only problem was, I didn’t have a steady and I didn’t want to do it with just any guy off the street.  I could only give up my virginity once and wanted it to be meaningful in at least a small way.   

 

I finally decided on Jeff.  We had stayed good friends and dated occasionally, and it seemed sorta fitting that the boy who had first seen me naked should be the one who took my cherry.  I wanted to plan this carefully, and it would not be done in the back of a car.  It would be in my bedroom, on a clean bed, and I would find a time when we would not be hurried and afraid of being caught.  I was a little nervous, though; I had not broken my hymen like Sara had, so it was going to hurt some.  Oh well, other girls survived it, and I was sorta pleased that Jeff would actually be able to see the evidence.

 

It took a couple of months to find a Saturday afternoon when my parents would be safely out of town all day.  I talked with Jeff a few days before and told him what I had in mind, and he was so sweet.  He took me in his arms and gave me the gentlest, most tender kiss I have ever had.  “Thank you,” he said, “we’ll make this something to remember.”  Jeff was not a virgin, so I knew that he would know what to do.

    

That afternoon, I showered, brushed my hair so that it almost glowed, and put on just the tiniest dab of perfume.  Then came the sexiest little frilly bra you ever saw, with a matching frilly thong that my Mom didn’t know I owned.  God, I felt sexy!  When I finished dressing I looked into the mirror and saw that my face was flushed with excitement.  I couldn’t wait.

  

Jeff was right on time, and I could see that he was freshly scrubbed and excited, too.  He took me into his arms and gave me a sweet, leisurely kiss just full of promise.  We strolled to my room with arms around each other, and I swear, I was in love.  I felt so good!  Guess Jeff did, too; he was already hard.

 

When we reached my room he took me into his arms and kissed me again, a much longer and more passionate kiss this time.  My heart was already racing and I was trembling with excitement.  “Let’s undress each other,” he suggested.  “Slowly.”

 

He leaned over and kissed me again, a little light kiss, as he unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off.  I was unbuttoning his shirt, too, finishing almost the same time, and slipped his t-shirt off, too.  I think he just about blew a gasket when he saw my bra.  That little frilly thing lifted my little breasts (which didn’t need lifting) without concealing much.  He was very hard, squirming and smiling.

 

We did much the same with our pants and then stood there, admiring each other and remembering the last time we did this.  His tent was larger this time, though.  “My turn,” he said, as he kissed me again and reached behind me to unhook the bra.  I was visibly trembling at this point, but not because of cold or fright.  I wanted him so badly. 

 

He lowered the bra very slowly, almost teasing himself as my breasts came into view, then leaned over and tenderly kissed each nipple.  I was wet and already felt that I was about to cum.  Only the underwear remained.  “Shall we do it like last time?” he asked quietly.  I smiled and nodded, and we whispered, “One, two, three” as we dropped them together.

 

And like the last time, we stood and admired each other.  His body was gorgeous:  trim, cleanly muscled, fit and ready.  As before, I stood and stared at his cock, tall and beautiful, saluting my body as only it can.  Jeff was looking at me the same way, and I saw a generous drop of pre-cum form on the tip.  He was ready, too.  I knelt down and kissed the head, sipping that drop, then gently urged him to the bed. 

 

We lay for a few minutes, kissing and caressing bodies, playing with genitals, loving.  “I want to taste you,” he told me. 

 

“I want to taste you, too.”  I moved over him into 69 position and took his cock into my mouth.  It tasted so sweet and warm and alive.  I very slowly moved my hand up and down the shaft as I laved my tongue about the head, sipping and sucking.  His movements told me that I was doing what he wanted.

 

Meanwhile, he was doing wonderful things to my pussy.  At first, his tongue just flicked lightly, touching and licking my outer lips and inner thighs, teasing me.  He kissed all around it, tickling it with his tongue, finally planting a very wet one right on my slit, sliding his tongue up and down.  I was not far from orgasm. 

 

I slipped off him and turned around.  “Now, Jeff, please.  I want you to go inside me, take my cherry, love me all the way.”  I was almost delirious. 

 

He reached over, quickly slid on a condom, and poised himself over me.  As he kissed me, I felt him position his cock at my entrance, and as he pressed down, I felt my hymen stretch, then resist.  “Are you ready, sweetheart?” 

 

I could only gasp.  “Do it.”  He kissed me hard, sucking and battling with his tongue, then pushed strongly forward.  I felt my cherry tear with a very sharp pain, then I was filled as never before.  I didn’t cry out, but my eyes were full of tears, not only for the pain, but because I had just become a woman and would never forget the moment. 

 

Once he was inside, he stopped, allowing me a breather and time to adjust.  Slowly he began to move in and out, going deeper each time.  The pain went away.  Soon he was completely in, stroking me powerfully, and I was panting uncontrollably.  “Ogodogodogod, Jeff, it’s so wonderful.  Ogod,” I gasped, “Oh.”  I began to push back to him on each stroke, and it was heaven.  He was kissing me and whispering sweet things and I was crying because it was too wonderful to be real. 

 

“Sweetheart, I’m awfully close.  How’re you doing?”

 

“Almost there, Jeff; it’s starting…NOW!!!”  I slammed into him as hard as I could, my pussy grabbing and squeezing him as orgasm claimed my body.  Over and over I pushed, and soon he grunted and jerked in his own moment of bliss.  For a little while we were animals, lost in the throes of the ecstasy that we shared.  I held him and crushed his body to mine, wanting us as close as possible in this most intimate of moments.             

 

Finally our bodies began to calm, and he kissed me once more before moving off to lie beside me and hold me close.  Neither of us could speak for a while.  I, at least, was simply overwhelmed.  Finally I raised up onto an elbow and kissed him.  “Thank you, Jeff.  I don’t think any woman ever felt more love as she surrendered her virginity.  I really will remember it the rest of my life.”

 

“I know,” was all he said, but I saw a small tear in his eye, too. 

 

We lay there cuddling for a long time, a half hour or more, speaking little, absorbing what just happened to us.  I believe it was special to him, too.  I hope so.