ackground I could hear Jordan and Courtney cheering us on. Somehow, I felt a little more than truth or dare in his kiss.

I slid my tongue smoothly into his mouth, teasing his tongue with mine. After a little more than a minute, Courtney told us to stop. We pulled away, smiling and joking with each other about the kiss.

Laughing, the four of us continued our game, until I looked at the clock that read midnight. “Hey guys, I’m getting tired.” I said. The others agreed. Yawing goodnights to each other, we split up and went in separate directions to our bedrooms.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that kiss between me and Romeo. It had been all I could do not to take him right then and there. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It read 3:43 in the morning. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on sleep when I heard someone knocking at the door.

“Come in,” I said, annoyed. Romeo opened the door and walked in. “What’s up? Can’t sleep?” Forgetting that I was dressed only in a bra and panties, I sat up.

“Not really. I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

“You wanna join me? I can’t sleep either.”

“Yeah, okay.” he walked over to the other side of the bed and pulled back the covers. Slipping beneath the blankets, he laid his head on the pillow and turned to look at me. “What were you thinking about?”

I hesitated, trying to word my sentences correctly. “I was thinking about tonight. About…” my voice trailed off.

“Yeah, same here.”

“So…” I tried to make what I was trying to say come out correctly. “You’ve never done anything…sexual?”

“No. Why, have you?”

“Yep. I’ve had sex with a girl, French kissed, made out, and given head to a guy.”

“Geez! You’ve done that? You got to be kidding!”

“I shit you not.”

“About tonight…I mean, the kiss. I kinda…liked it.”

“To tell you the truth, I did too,” I answered with a smile that could not be seen in the darkness.

I turned on my side to look at him. Then, slowly, we moved closer to each other.

“Don’t think, Romeo.” I said before pulling him into a kiss. This time he made the next move, by flicking his tongue on my lip, pleading for entrance. I opened my mouth and his tongue slid in. We stayed like that for over a minute, until finally we pulled away just to catch our breath. He smiled mischievously at me before speaking.

“What do we do next?” he asked me.

“Just follow your instincts,” I answered before pulling him down on top of me. I literally felt like my heart was going to beat its way out of my chest when he moved his mouth down to my neck. I moaned as he rained kisses down on my body. I grabbed his hand and led it to my breast, and he began kneading it through my bra. He reached underneath me and unhooked my bra. Then, pulling it off and tossing it aside, he replaced his hand with his mouth. I moaned loudly as he sucked on my breast, then continued his trip south. He left a trail of kisses down my stomach, then pulled off my panties and tossed them aside. He stared at me wide-eyed.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” I said,

“I’ve only seen this in porn on the net,” he answered.

“Ahh, I see.”

He looked at my clit, then, kissed me in the most sensitive spot there. I swear I must’ve screamed. I felt his tongue like silk licking me all over. Moaning and gasping and panting, I clutched my pillow so hard that my knuckles turned white. “Stop!” I exhaled.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I can’t come yet, though. The night’s not nearly over.” I flipped him over so that I was straddling him. “Now it’s my turn.” His breathing became shaky as I left a trail of kisses and bite marks down his neck. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then, my mouth found his chest and he moaned as I swirled my tongue around his nipple. I looked up at him. “Do you like that?”

“Oh God, don’t stop!” he yelled.

“Your wish is my command.” I kissed his stomach, then ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of his boxers. He reached down and pulled them off. He was already hard. And damn, he was big! I felt him fist his hand in my hair as I took him in my mouth and began sucking him. He jerked upward, and if we hadn’t been doing what we were doing, I would have thought he was having a seizure!

As I sucked him, he ran his hands through my hair and finally screamed that he was coming. I took my mouth off of his dick and lay down on the bed. He got on top of me and managed to whisper, “Baby, are you ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, the taste of him still lingering on my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him in me. He slid his hardness inside me. I felt a little pain at first, but soon it was gone and I felt nothing but pure pleasure. I closed my eyes and let out sighs of ecstasy and contentment, pressing myself against him so he could go deeper. I moaned when he hit my most sensitive area.

“Oh God almighty!” I screamed. I moved with him, yelling for him to go faster. Harder and faster, he fucked me three ways from Sunday. Finally, I felt a feeling building up inside me, like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Before this night, I had only had that feeling with my vibrator. Finally, I reached the point of no return, and, letting out a strangled cry, I came.

I felt Romeo thrust even harder and then he came too, shooting his load in me. My nails dug into his back as he emptied himself in me. For my first time, that had been pretty damn good!

Romeo dropped down on the bed beside me. We didn’t speak, we didn’t have to. For the longest time, I stared into his big brown eyes, then, he whispered, “Same time tomorrow?”

All I could do was nod. I kissed him, then fell asleep with my head on his chest.

t & helped keep my mind off of the boring routines but eventually my legs were trembling & I was moving not for exercise but for the pleasant sensation between my legs. 

 

     I am alone in the weight room… now.   The girl beside me on the treadmill mouthed sounds of disgust when my finger stroked up inside the leg of my shorts a little longer than necessary to scratch & huffed her way out. 

 

     I’ve had a good workout so the coolness of the cheap Naugahyde couch feels good to my legs & tummy.  Sweat continues to bead up & roll off of my shoulders, back & thighs.  The protuberant seams, as I lie down on the couch, catch between my legs & flips across my pussy & a clitty that has long since come out of its hood seeking attention. 

 

     Letting one leg drape over the side I hump slowly along the cushioned edge of the couch, letting the seam stroke me.   My butt rises up with each sliding hump down onto the cheap couch.   My fingers dig into the phony leather.   I grip the sides of the seat as my hips hump quickly like a lapdog on his mummy’s leg.   Unable to resist, I strip my white shorts off & resume humping the soft smooth cool seams of the sofa’s edge.   Only in my sports bra & tiny, pussy-patch panties the friction feels wonderful.   My little pussy patch is smearing my gooey cream on the sofa.  

 

     Murmuring what my imagination is conjuring, my libido races wildly.   My ass quivers as my crotch bumps against the couch faster & faster.   I scream in little yips of pleasure as my clitty pops as if snapped by a rubber band.   A staccato ripple from between my legs drives me to hump wildly… trying to squeeze a real orgasm from my needy cunt.

 

     Just as my fingers begin an unstoppable grasping and clawing at the divan   the door opens.   M erstwhile disgusted workout buddy has returned with man about 40 & a very young teen… maybe 12 or 13.   They stare at me but I am lost in a powerful orgasm.   I am barely aware of them beside me as I thrash about on the couch.   I am vaguely aware of hands on my shoulders stripping my bra away but I cannot stop cumming.   The pimply little boy teen is nervously kissing my mouth, his daddy is sucking my nipples & the girl who was so disgusted is trying to untangle the thread that was my panties.  

 

     My orgasm begins to subside & I see the man & boy stripping their shorts off while the little blonde is fingering my pussy.   The man steps to my head and grasps my hair.   He pushes his son forward shoving his little cock in front of my face.   It is pretty, if small, almost hairless quivering there.   In my state of mind I automatically open my mouth & accept his offering.   Having just started to saw it between my lips… to slide it deeper, he groans in exasperation and grasps my head uncertainly.   I open my eyes wide in surprise as his little dick phlupps amazingly huge knotty gobs of boy sperm onto my tongue.   His daddy kneels beside me & says, “suck him right you little whore”.   I use all of my skill & technique, still a bit confused but instinctually right at home.   I suck his dick gently as he softens in my mouth.   I slurp down the boy’s huge load in several gulps.  

 

     Letting him back up out of my mouth, I see the girl kissing along my thighs so I just spread my legs for her & motion for Daddy to come here.   He slips his hairy cock between my breasts & strokes a bit but doesn’t last much longer than his boy, jetting thin streams of almost clear semen up under my chin.   Not until his orgasm is over is he able to step stiffly forward, robot-like, to clumsily poke his cock in my mouth to suck like I know he wanted all along.   I suck his fatter but also short dick until the girl squeezes the last from his cock into my mouth.   

 

     Kissing me passionately, she pushes me onto my back quickly mounting me pussy to pussy.   She is violent in her fervor.   This is a family of fast cummers.   She hunches my fat cunny, painfully pounding onto me as a man, punishing me for being a woman.   In about one minute she pops three quick little Oh! Oh! Oh!s before falling off of me backwards like a male bunny-rabbit.  

 

     I sit up on the sofa and look at them.   The whole family is standing there as if embarrassed.    They look away for a second before gathering their clothes & disappearing quickly out the fitness room door.  

 

     I am a bit shaken.   It all happened so quickly.   In a few moments I am laughing so hard my sides hurt!   Still giggling and wiping tears of mirth from my eyes I reach for & don my still wet bra.   As I pull the shorts into shape to slide my legs through (the panties have disappeared) the door opens a crack.   I watch to see what new adventure is imminent before it opens slowly & the boy sheepishly enters again.   I smile at him & he uncertainly approaches.  

 

     “Hello”, I begin…   He is as red as an apple & can hardly speak.   “C-can we…. uh, would you… Daddy sent me back to….   I look at his trousers & they are tented with another stiffy.   I laugh again & just roll over onto my elbows & knees.   Pointing my butt at him, he seems uncertain at first but after looking directly at my bald slice for 30 seconds he shucks his pants come & shoves his little pecker right to the hilt.  

 

     As this cute little man bumps away at me silently from behind, I begin to giggle.   I am unable to stop laughing at the whole episode.   My vision blurs as my eyes tear up from laughing and I devolve into maniacal laughter as this brave little guy cries out in a loud groan and his small pecker pleasantly fills me with his hot jizz.

nbsp; he took it, and grabbed her bag.  Alexa started walking outside, when her ex, devon, stopped her. 

"that was a nice job Alexa, you did well."

"Thanks devon, you did pretty well yourself."

 Alexa had broken up with devon 4 months beforehand, but, she still kinda thought he was cute.  Her current boyfriend, Jack, was a sweet guy.  he did anything Alexa asked, and she knew that she really had got a good catch.  She was just worried, because there is several things she lied to him about, and she was always worried about him finding out.  The rest of the fencing club that had come was waiting by the door, with their gear loaded into the van.  The air in New York was a little dirty, but, it would be worst in the 5 hour ride back to New Hampshire.  Alexa went to get into the 15 passenger, however, everybody else already had their place, and the gear was stacked up in the seats near the back.  looking through the van, she noticed the only open seat was in the back, and devon would probably have to sit next to her.  She got into the back, and devon followed, as he tended to do.  Alexa's father, mark, put her bag in, and then go into the drivers seat of the van, with the Fencing coach, Chris, getting into the passenger seat.  With 8 people in the van, it was loud and smelled of sweat and dirty fencing gear.  Alexa, pulled out her Cd player and put on the Cd that Jack had made her.  It was a lot of love songs with a little space inbetween each song, what Jack had recorded himself saying he loved her, or something sweet like that. 

 Devon, sitting next to her, woundered if Jack would get pissed knowing that the whole ride home, Devon would sneak looks at Alexa and her legs coming out of the bottom of her short denim skirt.  He still liked Alexa, but, just her body.  He wanted so bad to fuck her and make her do whatever he wanted.  They had only dated for 3 months, which, was longer the Devon wanted anyway, he just wanted sex. 

Alexa had listened to about half of her cd, when they all stopped for dinner, they all piled out of the van, and went into the fast food place, making sure to use the bathroom, as this would be the last stop for another three hours.  She ate quickly, and then gave Jack a call.  He had just goten off of a 12 hours shirt at work, he worked a lot trying to save up money to buy Alexa things.  He seemed tired, and Alexa got annoyed at he seemed to not want to talk. 

Jack was dead tired.  He had been working 12 hours a day for 7 days in a row now, all the time Alexa was in NY.  when he wasn't working on that, he had been building her a jewlery box for a gift for her.  It wasn't their anaversery, or a birthday gift, just a gift to show how much he loved her.  He noticed she was getting annoyed that he was almost falling asleep, tomorrow, he was looking forward to going up to Alexa's grandparents house in the mountains, to spend the 4th of july with her.  He did his best to stay awake and talk, but, she just said they had to go, so, he said he loved her, and she said it back, and then hung up.

 Alexa laughed a little inside, he still beleive she loved him.  she never did, she just said it cause he was nice to her and made her things and got her things.  Tomorrow she expected atleast 12 roses, that was if he even wanted to get a kiss.  She wouldn't touch him sexually , although she let him do it to her.  He was skilled with his hands, and made her cum every time.  It was nice, she knew sooner or later somehing would happen and it would end, but, until then, she could treat him like crap and she would treat him great...she loved using guys. 

 They all piled back into the van, Alexa still in the back with Devon, both mostly hidden by the bags in the seat infront of them.  with the other kids talking, and the radio on, it was almost if Alexa and devon were in a different car.  Devon kept looking at Alexa, wishing her skirt was a little shorter, or her tanktop was a little lower. 

Alexa sat there staring out the window, she was getting turned on from the car ride, she didn't know why, but, it was just happening.  she felt her thong start to get wet, and her nipples started to get hard.  She felt devon looking at her, and now she was liking it,  she knew he just wanted sex, but he didn't look bad.  Devon was  5 foot 10, 160 lbs, kinda skinny, but, nice, with blue eyes and 2 inch brown hair, and a 6 pack.  She thought he was cute, but, not like Jack.  Jack was a beast at 6 foot 2 inchs, 235 lbs, he had a little stomach, but was very strong and had killer eyes.  they spoke volumes, and were truly one of a kind.  Jacks eyes changed color depending on the shirt he was wearing, and his mood.  If he was happy, they were lighter, if he was sad, they were darker.  She knew jack was better looking, and probably a better guy all around, but, she was out of his class.  Alexa was 5 foot 7 inches, should length brown hair, and a face that stopped most guys in their tracks.  Her body was kept an even 125 lbs cause of fencing, althought it only made her a larger a cup at the most, but it kept her ass round and tone.  She knew that come fall, she would probably dump jack and find a new boy at school to use, most of them were already after her anyway.

 Devon kept looking at those legs, that looked just perfect.  He noticed that Alexa was starting to breath a little heavy, and he noticed her nipple start to get a little hard, damn, the bitch was getting horny right next to him. 

Alexa now was thinking of all the times Jack had gotten her off, she loved it when he got on his knees, with 2 fingers in her, and his lips around one of her nipples, she was always quick to cum.  She closed her eyes thinking of Jack's rough hands rubbing on her mound getting her wet, and then she felt a hand on her leg.  She opened her eyes, and devon had moved closer and put his hand on her leg, and was rubbing it a little. 

"Devon, you know my boyfriend won't like that"

"yea, but you probably do, and he is not here, and your already horny"

He slid his hand up further, and she went to go move his hand, Devon was getting to close and was doing just what Jack did, and she was liking it.  As her hand went to go grab his wrist, he slid his finger right onto her lips, and started rubbing her through her thong. 

Alexa gasped, and felt herself start to get wet as this hand rubbed her and made her moan a little.  Devon undid his seatbelt, and got on the floor infront of her.  He thanked the bag in the seat infront of them, no one would hear, no one could see.  He kissed Alexa's thighs and pulled her thong off.  he quickly got his mouth to her pussy and started to suck a little on her clit as he slid his tounge around her.  Alexa was in heaven, he wasn't as good as Jack, but, without getting off in 7 days, it felt just right.  she pushed her legs apart and put her hands onto the back of devons head and pushed it in.  She though about jack, as her ex ate her out, she realized it would just be another lie for her to tell him.  Her thought of jack was pushed out of her mind by devons tounge being pushed into her hole.  She pushed her head in harder and his tounge brought her to a quick orgasm.  As the waves of pleasure flowed over her, she felt his lips and tounge be replaced by his hand, and he got back up onto the seat. 

Alexa, now with a finger being psuhed in and out of her wet hole, was building up quick to another orgasm, she grabbed his hand, and stopped him.  he looked at her, wonder why she stopped him, his answer came quickly as her lips were pressed against his, and her tounge met her inside his mouth.  He felt on of her hands on the back of his neck, the other was undoing his belt  "My god" he thought "she is doing it, the bitch is going to do something"

Alexa, knowing that It would break Jacks heart for him to even hear about this, kept her fingers steady as she undid devons zipper.  She pulled out a rock hard 6 inch cock.  It wasn't as big as Jack's, From what she could tell, Jack was about 8 inches and thick, Devons was just a normal 6 inches and around as round as a broom handle.  She quickly start to stroke his cock, as she made out with him.  After he pulled away to get a breath, she bent down and took him into her mouth, licking the cock up and down as she sucked on it.  She would have prefered it to have been Jack's, but, its not her fault he couldn't take off work, and she was horny now.  She sucked on Devon for a few more seconds when her phone call with Jack popped into her head.  She remember how tired he was, and how he didn't seem to want to talk.  Alexa thought to herself "well, ill get him back for that.  when i call him, i want him to talk, i want him to do what i say"

Devon was in Heaven, with the girl he wanted to fuck for so long now sucking on his cock, he could play with her hair and smile, knowing one way or another, his cum was going to end up in her.  he looked down at her face and she pulled off his cock, he said "im not finished, why did you stop, think about your boyfriend you slut?"

 "no, i want more" replied Alexa.  She slid back up onto seat, and thought about how Jack had asked the first time he finigered her, if she was a virgin.  She was, and said yes, and he said one day he hoped she would love him enough to let him take it...She laught a little, now she was giving to a kid Jack hated. 

as Alexa moved over onto Devons lap.  Devon thought "wow, i get the whole thing, well, ill take this from her and more...she kept me waiting long enough"  He pulled her over onto his lap right were he wanted her.  she ground back down onto his cock, and he moaned a little feeling her ass cheaks over his cock, he slid up her skirt and saw that perfect ass, he pulled her up a little, and brought his cock head to her opening.  He was about the slide her down, when she brought herself down onto it quick, taking all 6 inches at once.  She moaned, it was longer then Jack's fingers, and just about as round as two of his.  She didn't have a lot of pain, As jack had large fingers and she was opened up okay.  She pumped herself up and down slowly, making sure She heard Devon moan a little each time.  She was loving it, and felt another orgasm building up.  As it got sronger, devon thrusted into her a little faster and faster.  She felt it buildind and building, but it didn't get pushed past the edge until she felt devon's hands slide up under her shirt and tweak her nipples.  it pushed her over the edge, and she tried to hold back her moan's as she came around devons cock sliding inside of her.  now she had both of her hands on the seat back infront of them, while devons hands were on both of her tits.  She was coming down off her second orgasm when she heard her cell phone ring.  She sat down on devon's cock, making him stop.  As she grabbed her phone, she noticed it was Jack calling.

"hello"  she said out of breath

"hey beautiful, are you okay"

"yeah, sorry, i was asleep"

"oh, im sorry, i didn't meat to wake you.  i just wanted to see if you wanted me to bring you cookies for you tomorrow?"

Alexa started to say sure as Devon grabbed her hips and pulled her up and then slid her back down. She quickly told Jack cookies would be great, and then said she had to go and hung up.  She threw her cell phone back down, as devon just started pounding her now non-virgin pussy.  Alexa was building up to another orgasm, when she felt devons cock leave her wet and waiting pussy.  she looked back at him wondering what he was doing.  Devon leanded forward and said "for talking to your boyfriend, now you get punished"

Alexa didn't know what he ment by punished, but she got the idea as he quickly moved his cock from the opening of her pussy to her virgin ass.  She had not let anybody ever touch it before, and she went to go tell devon to stop, but got cut short by him thrusting up into her virgin ass.  his cock was soaked from taking her viginity, and it slid in a little rough into her ass.  he let her have a few seconds to get use to it, while he covered her mouth so nothing would escape.  Then he started pumping in and out of her chocolate ring while covering her mouth and holding one of her hips.  After a few moments, she started to move against him in her own speed,  Devon took his hand away from her mouth and started rubbing her wet pussy.  with the mix of all the fucking, Alexa and Devon were getting close to cumming.  Alexa's hit first, her first anal orgasm,  she thought that maybe Devon would pull out, and he started to, she didn't know where he was going to cum, but when she felt a hand on her neck as it pulled it down to his cock.  She was still getting over her 3rd orgasm of the evening, so she willingly latched onto his cock and sucked on it until he started cumming in her mouth.  As Alexa felt devon start to cum, she sucked harder and swallowed his whole load.  After licking his cock clean, she sat back down, kissed him, and pulled her thong back on.  Devon was smiling, and zipped up his pants, and both fell asleep in the back. 

The next day

 

Alexa smiled a little when Jack pulled up to her grandparents house.  it was a real smile, but, not to see him, but, because she knew he had things for her.  She smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips and then looked at what he had for her.  The cookies were good, and so were the roses.  She looked up at him with a "is that all" look, and then he produced the hand carved jewlery box.  she smiled more, and started walking inside.  She put it in her room she was sleeping in.  She walked back out, and Jack came up behind her, he slide one arm around her waist, the other was around her shoulder, and he started kissing her neck.  she heard him whisper "i missed you beautiful, did you miss me" as one of his hands started for her pussy, knowing she needed realse.

"yeah babe, i did" she responded, feeling his fingers now trace her not virgin pussy, and his hard 8 inch cock press against her non virgin ass. 

petite, but proud chest.  I was about 5'10", well built, short brown hair, and blue eyes.  So, although she was cute, she was not the hottest girl I knew.  Being kind of popular, this one girl flirted with me that could take your breath away, but her prudish attitude and lack of interest after she got my atention always gave me that message that we were not meant to be.  Allie knew of this crush that I had, but she always seemed to want to be with me...

After I finished my test, I talked to Allie for the rest of the class period.  I could not look away from her face or, for that matter, her cute bod.  In gym, (we had coed gym at our school) we were playing touch football.  Allie and I were always pretty competitive in sports, but anyways, she had possession of the ball and I was going a little to fast and as I reached out for her, I fell on her.  This would normally not be such a big deal, but I had came from an odd angle that caused me to land on top of her as she was towards me.  I could feel her breasts upon my body and I blushed as my crotch, starting to tent, was directly above hers.  I was stunned for a few moments, but I quickly got off.  However, while I was on top of her, she just smiled.  I tried to hide my hardon for the rest of the period, but I could tell that she still knew.

On the bus ride home, she asked if I wanted to sleep over at her house this weekend.  Her parents had to go to a weding in Colorado for the weekend and her older sister was not going to be home till very late on Saturday.  I said sure.  I had stayed at her house several times before, it would'nt be any different this time other than we would be alone.

After telling my mom that I was going to stay at Allie's house for the weekend, I packed a few movies and some clothes and headed to her house...

...I was thinking about what had happened today.  I know that I love Allie, but....that was the first time that I was extremely attracted to her.  She has become so sexy...but I still had feelings for my crush.  Wants to Needs.  The wonder girl being my wants and Allie being my needs, love...

We played video games on her game cube till it was dark...I hate that little pikachu bolt thing in Smash Bros...I then brought out the movies and we decided to watch "The Bourne Identity".  As Allie went to the kitchen to make some popcorn, I spreaded out on the couch. Normally when she came back, she would rest on the floor or force me off the couch, but this time, she layed as closely to me as she could.  I didn't think much of it at first, but as the movie went on, Allie slowly moved her ass into my crotch.  I soon became hard as I was rubbing against her, but instead of stopping, she kept on moving into me.  I decided to make the most of it and started to reach under her shirt and fondle her breasts.  She moaned.  Realizing the effect it was having on me, she turned around and allowed me better access.  For the first time, we locked lips and made out for what seemed forever.  We were exploring each other's mouths as our tounges penetrated and exchanged juices.  As I was continuing to fondle her breasts, Allie reached down for my zipper and tried to free my cock.  It took her quite awhile and was kind of painful, but her tender touchs were heaven.  When she finally freed my cock, she started to jack my virgin 6" cock.  I was so turned on, but I could tell that I was about to cum all over her if we did not stop.

I broke our kiss, pulled my hands away from her chest and headed for the bathroom.  She asked what was wrong, but I just told her that I needed to take a shower. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to blow my load all over her and make her disgusted with me...and I was not sure if I could control myself if we went any further.

I took off my clothes and entered her parents huge shower and started to run the cold water when I heard someone enter the bathroom.  I had forgotten to lock the door.  Seconds later, this glowing nude goddess Allie entered the shower.

Allie asked in an unsure voice,"Why did you stop?  Are you not attracted to me?"

"No, it's not that, it's just..." 

"Your still in love with Tracy (the crush)."

"No, it's just I did not want to explode all over you and be disgusted with me."

"Why would I be disgusted?  I want you to 'explode' on me."

With that said, Allie twisted the knob to "warm" and locked onto my lips and hung onto my shoulders.  The sensation of her errect nipples and her close naked body immediately made me hard.  She soon went onto her knees and cradled my balls.

"I'll prove to you that I want you all over me.."

With that said,  Allie slowly licked my shaft and sucked on my head.  She then did the most amazing thing as she slowly took my entire cock into her virgin mouth.  The sensation was bliss.  She started to move her head up and down on my shaft and moved faster and faster.  I quickly cummed in her mouth and as I kept on cumming, she stopped sucking my cock and allowed my cum to spread all over her.

With triumph, she stood up and looked into my eyes and said,"You see!"

I quickly grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the wall.

"Do you want this?  I hear that the first time hurts like hell."

"Yes!  I need you, but go slowly"

I slowly lowered her onto my cock and as she was about to scream, I locked onto her lips to muffle her.  After a few minutes, Allie got use to my cock and I could tell as our kiss was no longer forced, but passionate.  While holding onto her ass and her legs around my waist, I started to move my cock in and out of her.  I moved in and out of her so fast and hard, but she helped me as she matched my movements.  As I was about to cum, I told her, but she wanted me to wait for her.  Finally, she was about to cum and I pulled her as close to me as I could as we released our juices.

We were on the shower floor for an hour until the water became cold.  But in that hour, I was happy.  My lover and friend who truly loved me and I who loved her were whole.

Being tired from all the "activity," we decided to go to bed.  I was setting up my sleeping bag, when Allie said,"What are you doing, silly?  You can sleep up here with me."  With that said, I quickly went under the covers next to her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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oice carried a slight hint of jealousy. "I mean anyone" a playful smirk played at the corner's of his lips.

"I know I can" I told him, walking forwards and pushing him to walk with me until he had been pinned against the wall. "I can make anyone do what I want, including you" I bit down onto my bottom lip. My hands had come forward, resting on his shoulders and pushing him down gently so his face would be near the crotch of my red silken, baggy pants. "I make them want me because they know I taste good...they know if they do a good job I will reward them" I moan softly as he brings one of his long thick fingers towards the crotch of my pants and press it upwards, rubbing the slit of my cunt.

I quiver softly and gently press down onto his finger, I could feel his soft lips brush over my stomach, his head hiding underneath the baggy tank top that I had worn, my hands came towards the bottom of my shirt, lifting it up until it would come off, revealing the red see-threw bra that covered my breasts, my nipples perking slightly and pressing against the soft fabric.

His soft blue eyes drifted towards my emerald ones, gazing into them lustfully. His hand cupping my crotch and massaging it harder, his thumb spread out over the top of my pants, resting the tip of his thumb just above it...brushing against my skin. I moan louder and buck down onto his hand, whimpering as he had taken it from me to pull down the pants I wore and reveal my red thong, then taking that down to reveal my smooth, shaved cunt.

I could see the drool that had come down from the corners of his lips, wanting to taste my juices and swallow them, savour them. I smirk playfully.

"Use your hands for now" I tell him, teasingly.

He only nods and slides the base of one of his fingers along the slit of my cunt, slowly pressing it through and rubbing against it's walls, brushing past my hardening clit...I quiver softly and start to move my hips back and forth slowly, my body tensing as I feel the tip of his finger prod my entrance, then finally slide his finger all the way inside of me, and then out.

I moan quietly, listening as it would echo through the room we were in. We didn't even bother to notice, I did just then...there had been a bed and a stool, a chair and some other things that a regular bed room would have. I smirk, and grab ahold of his jet black, shaggy hair and pull him upwards. I start to walk towards the bed, it had black and white covers that were soft on my bottom as I sat down, my hands moving behind me to hold me up.

I look towards him and he's standing in front of me, watching me as I would spread my legs for him.

"Take off your shirt" I tell him.

I watch as he does what I say, moaning softly as I see the muscles that he carried, imagining them rubbing up against my soft skin. My fingertips run along the soft bumps and carvings in his skin.

I watch him kneel down and move forwards to me on his knee's, his mouth moving towards my cunt. I smirk and cover it with one of my hands, moaning softly as I feel the tip of his tongue try and slip through one of the slits that my fingers made. "Use your hands" I tell him again and he pouts for only a second, his left hand moving and resting onto my left thigh, the palm of his right hand pressing against my cunt and massaging it in hard, fast circles.

I moan loudly and move my legs so they would rest onto his shoulders, and wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine. The middle of his hand brushing past my clit a number of times, I try holding my orgasm back so I could go longer...though I fail, my moans become louder and I arch my back slightly, bucking into his hand hard and fast, my juices soaking his whole hand. "Nnnndon't fucking stop" I tell him, wanting to cum again. He knows he can use his mouth now as well, his face burying into my center and lapping up the cum that he made come out of me.

My hips press upwards onto his tongue, whimpering and quivering more intensively as I feel the tip of his tongue flick and rub along my hardened clit. His arms moving underneath my thighs, his hands resting onto my stomach and massaging it, which adds to the pleasure he gives me, my right hand moving down and resting onto one of his, quivering softly as his soft flesh rubs and squeezing my own playfully.  

His tongue finally enters into me, jerking from side to side as it moves into me deeper, curling upwards so it's tip would massage against one of my spots, causing me to quiver violently and press down more, his tongue entering inside of me deeper...I hear him grunt, the bulge in his pants growing, and I smirk. I sit up fully now and bring my hands downwards, resting onto the sides of his face as he pulls his tongue from me.

Now, the crotch of his black, dress pants sits in front of my face, his big bulge teasing me. I lean fore ward and gently kiss it. My breathing heavy from all of the excitement I move my hands towards the top of his pants and undue the button, then the zipper and pull them down to reveal the green boxers he wore and his eight inch cock as it had flung out and brushed across my soft, thin lips.

I pull his boxers off of him carefully and let them fall down onto the floor, watching as he had stepped out of his clothing, my hands coming upwards and resting onto his stomach, brushing my fingertips along it softly, my mouth moving towards it and kissing it gently, my lips rubbing against his abs.

I could hear his breathing grow more heavier, the side of my face resting onto his stomach now, my eyes closed. I bring one of my hands towards his cock rubbing it slowly, my thumb brushing and rubbing against the head of his cock, my fingers tightening around the shaft.

I could feel my cunt aching and pulsing, wanting his cock to be inside of it, inside of me and pounding me hard against the wall, on the bed...anywhere. I slide his cock into my mouth now and flick the tip of my tongue against the head of his cock before I circle it slowly, then slide all of his length into my mouth and back out. I hear him grunt and moan softly I smirk and start to suck on his member even faster, my other hand moving down and cupping his balls, massaging them gently before I finally push him from my face and lay down, my legs spread more wide then before...welcoming him to enter inside of me. My cunt dripping with it's juices, I moan softly as he inches closer towards me.

"Mmmm...slide it into my cunt" I tell him, sitting up and pulling him fore wards, moaning loudly as I feel his thick cock slide into me and start to pound me, his hips moving back and forth quickly, harder and harder. I whine and moan louder, letting my arms move and wrap around his neck, lying down and bringing him with me. "Moan for me" I whisper into his ear, letting my hands from around his neck, and resting them down onto his chest. I moan quietly, waiting for him to moan for me and finally quiver as he does, moaning my name and grunting loudly just after.

"Uh fuck..that's it, you love my tight cunt around your cock" I whisper to him intensively and gently nip at his chin.

"Mmmmyes I fucking love it" he told me, breathing heavier and heavier. I moan louder as I feel his cock pulsing inside of me and grinding against the walls of my cunt. "I'm going to pound you harder" he tells me, grunting even louder then before as his hips thrust against mine and our skin hits each other, causing a loud slapping sound to come from the both of us. My wet cunt squishing loudly and allowing his cock to move faster and harder, easier. I Cum again, screaming his name louder.

"UH yes, fuck me harder!" my hands move around to his back and squeeze his skin tighter.

"I'm going to cum" he moans, whispering into my ear.

I moan louder, "Nnn cum for me" I whisper into his and flick the tip of my tongue against his earlobe "Cum for me" I repeat myself, pushing us over so I am on top.

My hips move in fast circles, grinding down onto his cock harder, I lean down and gently nibble onto his shoulders, and along his neck, sucking on it gently. I could feel the vibrations of his moaning and grunting against my lips, his hands moving around and gripping onto my ass, lifting it up and pounding his cock harder into me. I moan louder, feeling as his cum would shoot inside of me. His breathing becomes heavier as he keeps going for a couple moments, slowing down and moving his hips in circles so his cock would circle inside of me.

I had finally slid off of his cock, my cunt tingling with pleasure, my moans becoming softer and my breathing slowly going back to normal. I look down into his eyes as I hover over him, my hair draping down and brushing along his muscular chest. I watch as one of his hands had come upwards, brushing it so it would stay behind my ear. I lean down, kissing his bottom lip before I bring it between my teeth and nip it gently.


He smirks at me playfully, I'm still horny and he knows it...he knows I could go for days and days without being tired of sex. As he had started to get up I pushed him back down and smiled at him, turning around so my ass was right across from his face, moving backwards so my cunt had been just above his face I lower myself down teasingly, quivering as I feel the tip of his tongue gently brush along my cunt. I lift myself up again and giggle quietly watching as his head would move up with me, his tongue still sticking out of his mouth.

"How do I taste now?" I ask him, lowering myself down so my cunt would push against his tongue.

He pulls away so he could answer, but I lower myself down more, my cunts lips pressing against his. I could feel him smile, his lips wrapping around my pulsing clit and sucking on it hard, his tongue brushing and pressing against it.

My moans once again fill the room, echoing through it. I shift myself slightly so I could be more comfortable, lying down and resting the side of my face onto his stomach, my hair draping out along it.

Breaking through the sounds of my echoing the door had been opened, and slammed shut. Even though I knew who it was, I didn't want him to stop playing with my cunt. I pressed my cunt onto his face more as he tried to get up too see who it was. I smiled softly as another man had walked into the room.

"Hello David" I moaned out quietly "This is Damien" I moaned louder as I felt Damien's tongue slip inside of my cunt and curl as it had before, my hips moving in circles.

David just stood in the middle of the bedroom and smiled "So, he is one of your slaves too?" he asked

"No...he's just a friend" it had gotten hard for me too talk, my breathing heavier and heavier as I feel his tongue circle inside of me, I whimper loudly.

"I see you two are having fun...maybe I should come back some other time" David had turned around slightly to head for the door.

"No...you can stay, and join us" I told him quietly "Take your clothes off and come here" I told him, raising an eyebrow slightly before my eyes closed and I sat up, my hands resting onto Damien's stomach my fingernails brushing against it softly.

"Ohh..this sounds fun" David said, starting to take off his orange polo shirt and let it fall onto the ground. Then he had taken off his black baggy pants and let them fall beside. His cock slightly erect had hung there, his hands resting onto his stomach and clawing it playfully.

"Come here" I told him, I had started to move my hips a bit faster. I could hear Damien's muffled grunts and moans, making me more aroused.

David did as he had been told moving closer towards me, I reached fore wards and held onto his cock, massaging it back and forth slowly. My mouth had come fore wards now as I bent down letting my soft lips brush along the head before I slid it all the way inside of my mouth, his 7 inches. I gaged quietly, but that had made him moan and apparently made Damien more aroused, his face had started to move back and forth quickly, ravishing my cunt. I moaned louder, my lips vibrating over David's cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth slowly, my tongue flicking and pushing against the tip of it every time I had slid it outwards.

David's soft moans and sighs filled the room with both Damien's and mine muffled moaning and grunting. I continued to suck on David's cock, though much faster and harder, my lips tightening and vibrating even more.

My cunt tingled more intensely, and tightened around Damien's tongue as it moved in and out of me, my hips moving back and forth faster, bucking down onto his face. I was about to cum again, ready for another cock to be inserted inside of me, maybe two. Fuck, that would feel so good.

I moaned louder, sliding David's cock from my mouth, my hand continued to stay wrapped around it, massaging it quickly. Though stopping as I moaned louder, almost screaming as I felt my juices flow from my cunt again and over Damien's face. I whimpered quietly as I felt his tongue exit from me and flick along my clit, him lapping up my cum once again. I smile at David's cock, at full erection now...a fat cock, I wanted it inside of me. I wanted Damien's inside of my ass.

They both knew what I wanted.

I lifted myself from Damien's face and looked down at him, his lips still wet and shiny from my cum, I turned around and leaned down my tongue dragging along his lips slowly before entering into his mouth, kissing him passionately.

David's hand had risen, slapping my ass which made me moan loudly, the kiss being broken I turned around and looked at David, raising an eyebrow. He smirked playfully as I moved closer towards him and resting my hands onto his shoulder, my long nails brushing across them slowly. I moved to the side, taking David's arm and pulling him to come and lay down on the bed.

"Damien, come stand behind us, you're going to fuck my ass" I told him, my breathing continuing to become heavy. I straddled David as Damien had come around and stood behind us, David's cock slowly pushing inside of my cunt, I whimper loudly and pull upwards, though his hands had come to my waist, adrubtly pushing me down onto his cock. I moaned louder, and looked at him, frustrated I had leaned down, my ass sticking into the air..not ready for Damien to enter though I apparently have no choice, the tip of his cock already starting to slide inside of my ass. I whimper louder, watching as David would smile at me playfully, watching my facial expressions as his hips began to move back and forth, thrusting in and out of my tight wet cunt. I moaned louder, Damien's cock inching inside of my ass, I push back slightly and hear Damien's moan followed by David's. I smile, and lean down biting onto David's shoulder playfully, making him grunt and thrust into me harder.

His fat cock filling me, making me want both of them more intensively.

Damien's cock had finally entered all the way inside of me, his hips pushing against me so his cock would enter more deeper, I quiver loudly, David doing the same thing, the tip of his cock pressing against one of my spots and making me quiver.


"Mmmmfuck..." I moan loudly, moving my hips back and forth, but David's hands had come to my waist, holding it while they push themselves into me, teasing me and making me whimper louder.

"You like being between two of us, don't you?" Damien asks, spanking my ass hard.

"Ugh fuck, yes I do..." I moan loudly.

"That's right...you do, do you want us to fuck you?" David asks now.

"Nnnnn...yes, fuck me hard.." I moan louder, feeling like I'm not able to take this anymore. David's hips start moving in slow circles, Damien's hips thrusting back and forth slowly.

"MMmm..I said hard" I whimper, trying to move my hips harder, but David wouldn't let me.

"Mmmmmyeah...beg for it" Damien says, slapping my ass again.

"MMmm...please, fuck me harder" I moan loudly, just after he spanked me "I want you too fuck me harder...." I tell them, leaning down and resting the side of my face against David's shoulder.

I moaned loudly as Damien had pulled back and thrusted into my ass hard, his skin slapping against mine. Then David's hips moving in circles harder, grinding into me.

"Ughhh..."I moan quietly, bringing my hands up and wrapping them around David's neck, my fingernails brushing against the back of it playfully. "Mmmm..keep going" I tell them.

David's hands had started to caress up and down my sides slowly, grinding his cock into me harder every second circle he did, becoming faster and making me moan louder and louder, Damien's cock pounding into my tight little ass, his hands caressing and smacking it harder to make me scream and whimper. Their cocks both, pulsing inside of me.

I feel like a goddess, both of these men taking time to please me, to do as I say. I whimper again as one of David's hands move and slip between us, his fingers crawling towards the top of my cunt, and massaging my clit with his middle finger. I move my hips in circles faster, harder...Damien's cock filling my ass.

I feel like I'm going to die from all of this pleasure, my cunt tingling, and my ass from his spankings. I smirk proudly, letting my tongue slide out and brush along David's shoulders. Their grunting becoming louder, grinding harder, thrusting harder...faster both of them. Damien's skin slapping against mine, making my thighs and my ass red as he spanks it more hard.

I lift my head and look at David, leaning down to kiss him passionately, his rhythm going off slightly until were done, fucking me harder and faster. Both of them wanting to cum inside of me.

My hands rest above David's shoulders onto the bed, gripping the sheets tightly as I feel myself ready to cum again, my cunt pulsating and tightening around David's cock as I cum, screaming loudly and whining as I feel them pound me harder, cumming inside of me.

I had stayed there on top of David, lying down with my face against his chest again. My arms sprawled out above our heads. I whimpered quietly as I felt Damien's cock slide out of my ass, and the bed move slightly as he came to lay beside David and I, his arm sprawled out over my back, his fingers caressing it gently. David gently kissed my neck, shoulder and along my chest as I laid there, our heavy breathing echoing through the room.

e knew the time was at hand, especially after the incidents of the week before.

Susan had a routine she followed after every work day. She liked to immediately go upstairs to her room, take off her skirt, high heels, and blouse, and take a hot shower. Susan had her own bathroom attached to her bedroom. Jimmy usually got home from school around the time Susan was in the middle of her long showers. Afterwards she would have dinner with her son Jimmy and they would watch TV until bedtime. On the previous Tuesday Susan came home and followed her routine as usual. She had a hamper in her bedroom where she threw all her clothes after disrobing. Susan noticed it was time to do the laundry and decided she would do it after her shower. After about 30 minutes Susan walked out of her bathroom and grabbed her hamper to take it down to the basement where the washer was. When Susan got to the bottom of the stairs she noticed Jimmy was home and was already engrossed watching TV. Susan called over to Jimmy, “Hey Jimmy. No Hug for mommy?” Jimmy turned around and gave her a very nervous look. Susan noticed that Jimmy had been acting strangely lately and seemed hesitant to show any affection for his mom as far as hugs or kisses. She figured her boy was just growing up and showing affection for his mom was weird or un-cool. Jimmy walked over and gave his mother a hug. Susan gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to go back to his TV. Susan went downstairs to do the laundry. As she was loading the washer Susan noticed that she couldn’t find the panties she had worn to work that day. She knew she had thrown them on top of her hamper before she took her shower but they were not in the hamper now. Susan figured they probably fell out in her room. She continued on with her night without giving it another thought.

The following day Susan got home from work early since her boss had left that morning on a business trip and she didn’t need to stay all day. Jimmy wasn’t going to be home for another three hours so Susan figured since she had time before dinner she would tidy up the house. Susan had made a deal with Jimmy that she would respect his privacy and not go through his room cleaning as long as he kept it clean himself. Susan decided to take a peak in Jimmy’s room to see if he was keeping up his end of the bargain. When she opened the door she was very disappointed and disgusted at what a slob her son was. There where comics and action figures strewn across the floor and Jimmy’s clothes were in a large ball in a corner of his room. Susan figured since the agreement was broken she was going to clean Jimmy’s room. She threw Jimmy’s figures and comics in a box, and put his clothes in a hamper to take down to wash. Susan decided to make her son’s bed while she was at it. She began to remove his bed spread and blanket from the bed. When Susan lifted Jimmy’s pillow she was shocked at the sight she saw. There on Jimmy’s bed under his pillow were the panties she had worn the day before but couldn’t find to wash after her shower. Susan didn’t know what to think. She tried to figure out why Jimmy would have a pair of her dirty panties under his pillow. Susan knew young boys sometimes stole their friend’s mother’s panties but this was her own son. Why would Jimmy want his own mother’s dirty panties and keep them under his pillow. Susan’s curiosity about what her son was doing with her panties made her decide to play detective and leave some bait out for Jimmy the following day to see if he’d take it.

The next day Susan was ready to catch her son at whatever he was doing with her panties. After work Susan followed her usual routine but made sure she left her panties on the floor, in plain view of the hallway. She went in to take her shower and when she was done and came out to her bedroom she saw that Jimmy had taken the bait. The panties she had worn all day were gone. Susan was infuriated that she had proof her son was a pervert. Her first impulse was to march downstairs and scold and lecture her 13 year-old son Jimmy about being a pervert. But her curiosity as what he planned to do with her panties got the best of her and she decided to play dumb about the whole situation until she could catch Jimmy in the act. Susan went downstairs and gave Jimmy a hug. Jimmy squirmed when she hugged him just like he had been doing every time she hugged him lately. They had dinner and then started to watch TV. At about 8pm Jimmy said he was tired and wanted to go to bed. “It’s only 8 kiddo. Since when do you go to bed so early?” Asked Susan. “I’m just really tired tonight. I’m gonna go to my room,” responded jimmy. Susan noticed her son didn’t really seem tired, he just seemed very anxious to go to his room. Susan nodded and Jimmy ran upstairs. Susan waited about 15 minutes and then decided she would very quietly creep upstairs to Jimmy’s room to try to see what he was up to without him knowing. When Susan got to Jimmy’s door she couldn’t believe her ears. She could hear a muffled voice through the door saying things like, “Oh your pussy smells so good! Please let me lick your pussy and ass! Mmmm. They taste so good!” Susan was mortified. Her son must have somehow gotten a porno film and was watching in his room. Susan decided it was time to bust Jimmy. She slowly creaked open his bedroom door and poked her head in. The sight she saw when Jimmy came into view would be forever burned in her mind. Jimmy’s TV wasn’t on, and the voice she heard through the door was Jimmy’s. Jimmy was laying on his bed on his back with his underwear around his ankles. Susan finally realized what Jimmy was doing with her dirty panties as she saw he had them on his face holding them with his left hand while he was stroking his cock with his right. Susan could see and hear her son taking big whiffs of her panties and masturbating to her smell. Susan’s jaw dropped. She didn’t know what to do. She wondered if she should stop him and punish him for what he was doing or if she should leave the room and ignore the situation. As Susan pondered the options a compulsion she could not resist overcame her. Her eyes wandered from her son’s panty covered face down to his cock. Susan couldn’t understand why she was drawn to look at her own son’s penis but she just couldn’t resist. Susan was amazed at the impressive manhood of her son. Jimmy was only 13 but Susan estimated that her son’s cock must be about 8 inches long and about as thick as a banana. Her son had a bigger cock than her husband! Susan was mesmerized watching her son stroke his big cock. She was shocked out of her trance by her son’s voice saying, “Mommy, I want to lick your pussy all day!!!!” Jimmy still had his mother’s panties covering his face and was to caught up in his fantasy to realize his mother had been standing in his room for 4 minutes staring at him jacking off. Susan knew she should stop this but she couldn’t bring her self to do it. Susan noticed her pussy was getting wet from watching her son masturbating. Susan felt like such a horrible mother. This was her son she was starting to get excited over and it was so wrong. She decided to make her way out of the room and close the door so Jimmy wouldn’t be the wiser to her having been in his room. Just as Susan closed the door she heard Jimmy yell out, “Mommy I’m cumming!!!!!!!!” Just then Susan got a chill down her spine, and an involuntary image entered her mind of her sucking her son’s beautiful cock. “What is wrong with me?!!!!,” Susan wondered as she went to her room and went to bed. It was a long night as Susan used all her willpower to resist fingering her pussy as visions of her son masturbating flooded her mind. Susan couldn’t help but fantasize how wonderful her son’s cock would feel in her mouth and how tasty his boy cum would be going down her throat.

To be continued……

when I didn't hold on to girlfriends for longer than a year at a time, my mother saw this as a sign that I would turn out just like my dad and never have any kids. My father has since passed on and mother lives alone in their house. She's a real hotty even now at the age of 42. She has a cute round face, permed black hair, and heavy tits. Her best feature, in my horny opinion, is her plump round ass. I can't begin to tell you how many loads I've released thinking about fucking that juicy ass of hers. My name is Paul and I live across town in a two-bedroom apartment since I couldn't stay at home anymore while my mother pestered me about her not having grandkids. Mother was visiting today as she does every Friday. Today she was dressed in some tight jeans which molded perfectly around her soft ass and a designer t-shirt, which proudly showed off her round milk jugs. Her legs were crossed at the knee as she rocked her foot to-and-fro. She always took this pose when she was upset with me about this topic. I sat across from her admiring her little girl's pout. She looked like she could suck the skin off a hard cock if she wanted to. "Honey, what do I have to do to get you off your ass and find a nice girl who will give me grandkids?" "C'mon, mom. It's not that simple. Besides, even if I found a girl, I'd still have to date her for a year or more. Then we'd have to move in together for another year or so to see if we were really compatible. Then marriage and kids. Were talking about six years not including the year for her to give birth to my child." "Sweetie you wouldn't have to wait so long. Jessica-you know Mrs. Wilson's daughter-has been wanting for you to take her out for a long time now. She thinks you're really cute." "I know mother. You keep reminding me of that, but she just doesn't do it for me." "What's that supposed to mean? She's very pretty and smart and comes from a good family. I don't see..." "That's right mom. You don't see--at least not with a man's eyes. Jessica is pretty and smart as you say, but she doesn't have the equipment I look for in a woman." "And what kind of equipment is that?" I could see the determined look on her face. When she gets like this, there's no stopping her. I really put my foot in my mouth now. "Forget it, mom. Let's change the subject." "Oh no you don't mister. If I'm going to help you to help me, I want to know what my son desires in a woman." I threw my arms up in frustration and let it all out. "Okay mom, you want to know? I'll tell you then. I need a woman with a round juicy ass! Jessica is as flat as a board. I can't do a thing with an ass like that. I need cheeks I can bury my face in. Got it!" I got up and went to my bedroom and slammed the door. An hour later, mother knocked on the door and asked me to come out for dinner. If it wasn't for my rumbling stomach, I would've stayed in my room all night until she left. We ate mostly in silence until she began to apologize for pushing me so hard. "Paul, you must think me a terrible mother. Here I am pushing you to go out and find a girl without even taking the time to find out what my very own son likes in a woman. I never even considered your feelings. Can you forgive me, Paul?" "Yeah, yeah. Let's just forget the whole thing." After dinner, we relaxed on the couch watching a movie when an idea popped into my head--scratch that: It was the mother of all ideas. Mom wanted grandkids and I wanted a nice fat ass to fuck. We could give each other what we wanted. Now, if it wasn't for lust, I would never have had the balls to even suggest this to her. But, I'm a man and she's a hot ass woman. "Mom." "Hmm." "I think I have a solution to our problem. You know about me not giving you grandkids." Since this was her favorite subject, she gave me her undivided attention. "Tell me, sweetie." "What if I told you of a way where I could start making a baby almost immediately while getting what I want in return which is a nice, pardon my French, ass." "That would be wonderful. How? Just tell me and momma will help you out." "I was kind of hoping you would say that because it would require your help in a big way." "Okay, but I don't understand. C'mon and tell me already. Don't keep me in suspense." "Promise me you won't get mad and go crazy when I tell you this." "Yes, I promise. Now can you please tell me what it is already?" I took a moment to compose myself. "Mom, if you give me free rein to your beautiful, mouth-watering ass, I'll pump you full of so much sperm, you'll have all the kids you could ever want. As many as you like." Holy shit! Did I just say that? How is it that a man's dick can get him into some of the craziest situations imaginable? Well, after turning several shades of red my mom sat there staring right at me to see if I was really serious, or crazy, or both. I couldn't stop my cock from getting hard as images of her luscious ass invaded my thoughts. When the look of shock disappeared from her face, she began to talk again. "Let me get this straight: You want to have sex with my ass and in exchange you'll give me kids. All the kids I could want. Is that right, Paul?" "Uh... yes m-mom. That's right." I gave her a weak smile and closed my eyes waiting for the big slap to come. Instead, I heard some rustling. When the slap never came, I slowly opened my eyes and stared at two of the roundest ass cheeks ever seen by any man, splayed open by her pretty manicured hands. Her pink rosebud was stretched and winking. She was leaning over the back of the couch on her knees with her double D's hanging over the edge. I saw a thin line of pussy juice dripping down her inner thigh. I could only groan in paralysis at the sight before me. She looked over her shoulder and held my eyes with a smirk on her face. "Well!" Our moans were the only thing I heard as my fat cockhead cleared her tight ring. I realized one thing at that instant of penetration: Mom was going to be pushing out babies on a yearly basis if I had anything to say about it. This ass was just too damn good to give up. The End

. I rubbed my tits thinking of Eric and started to rub my clit. I moaned slightly. Then I hear a laugh. I looked over and Eric stood there grinning at me.

"What are you doing miss monica?" he asked while walking closer to me

"Umm...n-nothing" I didn't even know what to say. He walked over and turned the water off. I could feel his eyes all over my body.

"So I hear your the girl who gives amazing head right?" I smiled and nodded. "Well I haven't had some in awhile. You think you could...help me out?"

"I guess...." I smiled and grabbed his hand. We walked over to a bench and I sat him down. I got down on my knees quicker than I thought. I began rubbing his crotch through his shorts. He started to brush my hair with his fingers. I then pulled his shorts completely off and pulled the boxers with them. There it was. The biggest dick id ever seen.

It was at least 11 inches and so thick I couldn't grab it with just one hand. I began pumping his already hard cock in my hand. I looked up at him. He has his eyes closed and he was biting his lip. I began to lick his balls first then moved my way up to the head of his cock. I took in as much as I could sucking and pumping. He suddenly pulled my hair and I felt his body tense. Then a stream of cum shot down my throat. I gasped because it was so much. He pulled me up and violently kissed me.

Then he started rubbing my clit. I felt myself shiver.
"I can't Eric..." he continued rubbing it making me wetter

"Why not? You're a slut remember?" I felt him slide a finger into my pussy. I screamed it hurt so much. "Damn you're tight"

"Im a virgin please...I don't wanna fuck"

"Too bad slut" he pushed me onto the bench so my butt was to him. He then pulled my ass up and started smacking it. I felt like crying but wanted his dick. I felt him move his cock near my pussy. He grabbed my waist and held on really tight. Then all of a sudden he slammed all of his 11 inch cock into my pussy. I felt myself scream in pain. He quickly started fucking me hard. My tits swung around as he thrust in and out. My pussy screamed in pain but it felt so good.

"Please...uhh....stop....this uh! Oh...uhhh......it....ahh....uh...huurts. Ahh!" he slapped my ass and started ramming it in harder. My body ached as his cock thrust in even deeper.

He pulled it out and I gasped in relief. Then he flipped me over, grabbed my legs put them over his shoulders and slammed his cock back into my pussy.

I watched as his buff body rammed my tiny body. It was amazing. He was sweating so much.

"Shit monica....your pussy...is the tightest pussy my dick has ever had....fuck......fuck your mine now slut." I felt passion and pleasure.

"Im your ahh....slut!" he slapped my tits and rammed his cock in deeper.

"Say you want my cock bitch"

" I ahh! Want...uhh! Your...ahh...ahhh!!! Cock! Oh! Oh god! Yes! Yess!!!" he then started pulling it all the way out and ramming it back in. I gasped and screamed in pain.

"You like it bitch?! You like my cock?"

"Uhhh huuu!" he was slamming his cock in so hard I didn't even know what I was saying.

"Im cummin bitch..." he started fucking me with quick violent thrusts. I screamed and gasped. My pussy came and I felt my head spin.

"Harder! Yes....harder eric! Oooh....ooohhh! Ahhh!!! ERIC!!!! YES YES YESSSS! OH YEA I LOVE YOUR COCK! CUM IN ME BABY! CUM IN MY TIGHT PUSSY! YEA! YEA....OOH! OOOOH! UH! UH! UH! YEAAAA! OHHHHHH SHIIIITTTT!"
Suddenly he tensed up and shot so much cum in my pussy it ozed out. He pulled it out and smiled at me.

"Thanks slut" he walked out leaving me fucked and in pain

the man of my dreams on looks alone. I entered the work force and got a job as a legal secretary at a prestigious downtown law firm. You would think that being around lawyers I’d be able to snag a great husband, but I was so beautiful and self-absorbed that the men who weren’t too afraid to asked me out would soon tire of my self-centeredness. Soon enough, word got out in legal circles that I was a stuck up bitch not worth the time of day. Even my fellow secretaries avoided me.

I had very little social life, and when I got horny I would hang out in the bars of fine downtown hotels hoping to meet a successful business man, or at least have a one-nighter with one.

About a year ago, I was working late and decided to hit a bar and see if I could get lucky. I hadn’t been laid in almost two months and I was hornier than hell. I left the office a little after 8pm. It was late September and already getting dark. I got into my Honda Accord and cruised a few blocks to the Four Seasons. I found a place in the lot just a short walk from the hotel and shut off the car. I was checking my make-up in the mirror when a conversion van parked in the space next to mine. It was white with gold pinstripes and the windows were darkly tinted making it impossible to see inside. It was almost full dark now and nobody exited the van, making me nervous. I slid over to the passenger side and exited through the passenger door so my car was between me and the van. (Better safe than sorry) I looked at the van and detected no movement. I spun on my heels and half walked - half ran to the hotel.

I made my way to the bar and, damn the luck, it was almost totally void of customers. The only patrons in the place were two old codger business types who barely took the time to ogle. I sat at the bar and ordered a screwdriver. I told myself to take it easy as it looked like I would be driving home tonight. Maybe one more after this and then get something to eat. I hadn’t eaten since noon and I was famished.

I asked the bartender to turn on the news channel and removed my jacket and hung it on the back of my chair. About half way through my drink I noticed out of the corner of my eye that somebody else had entered the bar and was standing one seat away from me. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and told the bartender he would like to buy the young lady a drink if she would accept.

I heard him order and thought he might be drunk as his speech sounded slurred. The bartender stood in front of me and conveyed the man’s desire to buy me a drink. I accepted. When the bartender set my fresh drink before me I spun my stool around to thank my benefactor.

I drew in a sharp breath as I raised my glass to the stranger and our eyes met. He was a big man, about 6’4” tall with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He was nicely dressed but he was hideous looking. His head was badly misshapen and bald reminding me of that character Shrek. His face was scarred on the right side causing the corner of his mouth to droop on that side. His right nostril was almost completely shut and his right eye was red and watery looking.

I was able to maintain my composure as I thanked him for the drink and then turned away from him to watch the news. After about ten minutes, I heard the stranger ask for another drink and offer to buy another one for me. I was only halfway done with my present drink and didn’t want to feel obligated to converse with this hideous creature, so I spun on my stool and told him I had to go after this one, holding up my half finished drink to show him I wasn’t ready for one anyway. I then excused myself and headed for the restroom area.

When I got into the ladies room I laughed quietly out loud. Imagine me and Shrek out there hooking up, I snickered to myself. What a Beauty and the Beast story that would make. I was warming to the liquor and didn’t really want to leave, but there was no way I was going to spend the evening talking to that ogre. I would drive closer to home and have a couple more drinks nearer to my apartment. I checked my make-up in the mirror and ran a brush through my hair. Perfect, I smiled to myself and exited the ladies room.

I went back to the bar and hurriedly finished my drink. I shrugged into my jacket, nodded to the stranger, and offered another mumbled thanks before exiting the bar. As I made my way through the hotel lobby my head started to swim. I must have drank that second drink too fast I thought to myself, remembering that I hadn’t eaten since noon. I exited the hotel and made my way through the parking lot to my car. My head was swimming and my eyes were having a hard time focusing. I reached my car and fumbled in my purse for my keys. Damn, you should have had them in your hand already, I admonished myself. I found my keys but couldn’t seem to get one into the lock. I dropped them and bent over to pick them up. Suddenly the world went black and I could feel myself falling backwards. The last memory I had was a pair of hands catching me before I hit the pavement.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I came to I was lying on my back and we were moving. I waited for my head to clear and realized I couldn’t move my arms. I raised my head and noticed a thick leather belt around my midsection, my hands manacled to it at my sides. My legs were spread eagle and fastened to the sides of the van, a piece of duct tape over my mouth. Unable to move, I tried to scream. All that came out was a high pitched hum behind the tape. I heard a voice from the drivers seat say rather casually, “Relax, we still have a way to go.” The voice sounded slurred and recognition came to me in a rush. I had been kidnapped by Shrek. I struggled against my bonds but it was no use. I couldn’t move any of my extremities more than an inch or so. I tried to see out the windows but saw nothing. No trees, no buildings, nothing. I couldn’t even tell if it was night or day because of the tinted windows. Again my memory came rushing back. The van in the hotel parking lot!

I lay there asking myself why. Did somebody pay to have me kidnapped. Not too many people liked me, but would anybody go this far? Was it random? My stomach growled from hunger and my throat felt dry. How long has it been since I left the bar? I dozed off again. I don’t know how long I slept but I woke up when I felt the van stop. I heard a creaking noise outside and tried to scream again. Another high pitched hum. The van began moving again and then stopped about a minute later. I heard the driver get out and then the back doors opened. Sun poured in and I squinted my eyes. Daylight!! How far had we driven and where the hell was I?

He freed my ankles, then grabbed them and dragged me out of the van until my ass was at the tailgate. He grabbed my shoulders and sat me upright. I was right. It was Shrek. “Welcome home,” he said with a lopsided smile.

We were in a garage with the overhead door wide open. There was a beautiful home about a half a mile away surrounded by a well manicured lawn. The house seemed to be perfectly centered on the lawn. The property was surrounded by a wall which was surrounded by woods on all sides. I saw animals in the distance running about the property. At first I thought they were horses but then realized they were dogs. Dobermans! About a dozen that I could count. It all seemed so peaceful.

I was pulled from my reverie by his slurred voice. “My name is John,” the Shrek thing said, stepping in front of me. “I’m going to take the tape off of your mouth in a second. If you scream, no one will hear you, and your reward will be a new piece of tape. Do you like the taste of duct tape?” he asked.

I shook my head no.

“Good, let’s see how well you listen.” He grabbed a corner of the tape and ripped it off.

I felt a terrible sting as the tape was ripped from my mouth. “”You lousy son-of-a…“ WHACK, the side of my face went numb and my head rocked backwards.

“You’re in no position to get ugly young lady, you will learn manners and obedience. What’s your name?”

“Gina” I spat out, tears running down my cheeks.

“Very good Gina. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He helped me to my feet and led me to a work bench in the garage. “Do I need to manacle your feet Gina or are you feeling cooperative?”

“I’ll cooperate,” I replied, not seeing any other option. He opened a drawer in the workbench and pulled out a very sharp looking knife with a six inch blade. I froze, tears running down my cheeks. I begged him not to kill me.

“I’m not a killer Gina,” he said cordially. “Now stand real still so there isn’t an accident. He bent over and I felt the blade of the knife against my skin as he shoved it under my pant leg at the ankle. I closed my eyes and heard a soft tearing sound as he slit my pants from ankle to hip. He went to the other side and did the same. My pants fell to the ground leaving me in the red silk panties I had worn in hopes of getting lucky the night before. I felt a blush rising on my skin but he didn’t seem to notice. Two quick flicks of the knife blade and my panties joined my pants on the floor. He pulled my blouse out from under the thick leather belt and unbuttoned it. A couple more cuts with the knife and my blouse floated to the floor behind me, joining my pants and panties. He finally cut my bra straps and pulled it from my chest. My tits sprang forward in all their glory.

He stepped back, my bra still in one hand, the knife in the other. He looked me up and down and whistled. “You are probably the finest young woman I’ve ever seen outside of magazine.” he said admiringly. He dropped the bra and took one of my breasts in the palm of his hand, hefting it as if trying to guess it’s weight. He circled around behind me and gave me a gentle shove between the shoulder blades forcing me to bend forward. In spite of all that had happened, my body was betraying me as I felt a drop of my own pussy juice running down my leg. His hands were probing my ass cheeks and then I felt one of his long thick fingers push easily into my sopping wet vagina. He moved his finger out and in a few times and my body quaked with an explosive orgasm. My knees buckled and I felt his hands go to my hips, holding me up.

“Why are you doing this and what do you want with me? I asked, my voice quivering.

“I like to make love to beautiful women,” he replied. “Unfortunately, beautiful woman no longer want to make love to me because of this,” he said, pointing to his face. “Ironically, it was a beautiful woman who supposedly loved me that caused my disfigurement. She’s rotting in prison for the next forty years but that doesn’t give me my looks back. I have taken you as my bride.”

“You mean your sex slave.” I interrupted.

“You can call yourself my wife, my sex slave, or my hostage. I don’t care. I am going to remove the belt now and release your arms. It is useless to try and get away, though I don’t doubt you’ll try it at least once.”

He undid the leather belt from behind and my arms fell forward under the weight. He pulled a key from his pocket and undid my wrists one at a time using his knee to support the weight of the belt. When I was freed I rubbed my wrist to get the circulation going. He opened a small refrigerator that was sitting on the workbench and handed me a Snickers bar and a can of Diet Pepsi. “This should hold you until we can get some food into you. I hungrily gobbled the candy bar and drank the Diet Pepsi down in huge gulps. When I finished he put his huge hand on the back of my neck and said simply, “C’mon.”

We walked out of the garage and he turned to shut the overhead door. Seizing the opportunity, I made a beeline for the house screaming at the top of my lungs. I was hoping somebody would be there to save me from this maniac. John let out a shrill whistle and I was immediately surrounded by a dozen growling Doberman’s. One nipped at my thigh puncturing the skin. I fell to the ground and curled up in a naked ball expecting to be torn to shreds. When I opened my eyes, to my amazement, the dogs were sitting quietly in a circle surrounding me.

John came forward laughing. He walked through the circle of Dobermans and picked me up by the waist as if I weighed no more than a rag doll. “Rule number one Gina. When I’m on the property I need only whistle and these dogs will bring anything to bay, man or critter. If you freeze or drop to the ground, they will simply surround you and wait for my command. If you had continued to run, they would have brought you down. And Gina, just so you know, if you’re outside the perimeter of the house when I’m not around, they will tear you to pieces.”

“Now let’s get to the house. By the way Gina, you were running in the right direction. That house is mine, and yours too now. You are welcome to enjoy all the amenities and live the life of Riley or you can fight it and be miserable. It’s your choice.”

“My thighs bleeding,” I said, holding up my leg for him to see.

“That must’ve been Buster,” John said nonchalantly. “He gets a little overzealous. Let’s get to the house and Paula can take a look at it."

So we continued on to the house. John leading, me in all my glorious nakedness, following.

Paula???

 

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Malcolm was a middle manager in a small business in a large city.  Malcolm led a pretty boring life; he in his forties, single, devoted to his work, he liked to keep himself fit, all of his family lived interstate except for his older sister who lived nearby, and he led a quiet social life.  Malcolm had a few girlfriends over the years but never anything serious; he kept himself to himself and rarely socialised outside of a small circle of colleagues and close friends he had cultivated over the years.  Malcolm was boring really; but he one closely guarded secret.  Malcolm was a crossdresser.

 

Once or twice a week Malcolm liked to lock all the doors of his modest two-bedroom suburban home, close all of the blinds, take the phone off the hook, and dress like a woman.  It had started as nothing really serious; as a child he had liked to play with his older sister’s panties and nylons; he loved the feel of the garments against his skin and occasionally he would wear his sister’s underwear for an hour or two and then carefully place it back in the laundry basket.  His fetish continued into his teens and when he finally left home and got a place of his own be bought his own panties, stockings and pantyhose and would spend the odd evening dressed in the silky articles.

 

Malcolm enjoyed his fetish alone and never talked about it to anyone, not even to whoever his current girlfriend might be at the time.  Every now and again he was successful in talking a girlfriend into wearing stockings or pantyhose during sex and he loved the sensation of fucking her as she wrapped her nylon encased legs around his body; but it was not the same as wearing them himself.  After a few years he also added petticoats, slips, suspender belts and other lingerie to his collection.  Then the internet explosion happened.

 

Like most men Malcolm went searching for pornography on the net and concentrated on searching for sites which contained lingerie and hosiery fetish.  Then one day he typed “men in pantyhose” into his web-browser and as he explored the matches to his search he came across a few sites dedicated to crossdressing.  He followed the links further and further into the cyber-world of crossdressing and he was fascinated by it.  He saw so many pictures of guys dressed not only in lingerie but fully dressed as women; wearing women’s clothes, shoes, wigs and makeup.  He became hooked.

 

Eventually he summoned up enough courage to acquire some clothes, makeup, shoes and a couple of wigs.  He would buy the items whilst he was away on business; never in his home town; he was terrified of being caught.  And so Malcolm went on year after year, dressing up once or twice a week, home alone and surfing the net where he entered chatrooms to chat on line with other closet crossdressers about all sorts of TG issues.  He soon discovered that the world of the Transgendered was often confusing and mostly secretive.  A few of the girls he chatted with on line were Transsexuals and wanted to live their lives as women.  Some Crossdressers dressed so well that they could pass as women but were not at all interested in becoming women; they just loved to dress as women and sometimes they got together.  They called themselves Transvestites and some of them met up to share their experiences or just to be in each other’s company; some of them belonged to an organisation called the Seahorse Club.  Other Transvestites met up to have sex with each other or with men. He discovered that the men who liked to have sex with Transvestites were called Admirers and they trolled the chatrooms and websites looking to arrange meetings.  But most of his online friends were like him; for reasons many and varied, all they wanted to do, or most often all they could do, was to dress up at home and enjoy what they could of their fetish, alone or in the cold world of cyberspace.  A lot of them were married men who kept their crossdressing activities secret or ‘in the closet’ as the colloquial term was known. 

 

Yes it was a very exciting but confusing world out there in TG land and up until now Malcolm was content with his lot; he never dreamed of going out dressed as a woman and even though he sometimes fantasised about meeting other Crossdressers or Admirers he was too scared to do so.  Malcolm was just too terrified of being caught; he was horrified of what the consequences might be if his colleagues and friends; or even worse his if his family found out about his secret.  A couple of times he had summoned up the courage to wear pantyhose and panties to work under his male attire and even though it had thrilled him he had one bad incident which had scared him from ever doing that ever again.

 

Malcolm got on with everybody, especially everyone at work; he was friendly, cheerful, a good listener and worked hard.  But there was one person there who just didn’t like him.  The guy’s name was Eddie and he was the office jerk.  If there was an office prank or someone was the butt of a practical joke, then you could pretty much guarantee that Eddie was behind it.  He was annoying, but harmless enough and very productive; the bosses liked Eddie and turned a blind eye to his misgivings because he earned well for the company.  In fact the only other manager whose department earned more than Eddie’s was Malcolm’s; maybe that’s why Eddie was particularly vindictive to Malcolm with his petty practical jokes.  Malcolm mostly ignored Eddie’s jokes and snide comments but one day he let his guard down and paid a hefty price.

One day Malcolm had gone to work one day wearing black sheer to the waist pantyhose and pink nylon panties under his business suit and was enjoying the thrill of being dressed that way secretly in public.  On the rare occasions he went to work wearing pantyhose and panties he was very careful to make sure that his secret was safe; if he had to go to the toilet he would use the cubicles that had full length doors and when seated at his desk he checked every few minutes to ensure that his shirt remained tucked in, in the unlikely event that the waistband of his pantyhose or panties might show.  This day he had to go pee and went to the men’s room and locked himself in the end stall, contented that he could lower his trousers and do his business without being caught dressed in panties and hose.  He hung his suit coat on the hook on the back of the cubicle door, lowered his pants and sat on the toilet seat with his panties and pantyhose bunched around his ankles.  What he didn’t know was that Eddie had followed Malcolm into the toilet to play a prank on him.  Malcolm never found out what the prank was; all he ever knew was that it somehow involved Eddie standing on the toilet in the stall next to his and looking over into Malcolm’s stall; maybe Eddie was going to throw a glass of water over  him or something equally inane. 

 

What did happen was that Malcolm heard snickering and looked up to see Eddies grinning face peering over the adjacent stall. Malcolm was horrified and just looked up slack jawed. Eddie just said,

 

 “Nice underwear sweet-cheeks,” and his face disappeared from view.

 

Malcolm spent the rest of the day, then the week, and then month in agony waiting for Eddie to torment him and ridicule him in front of his colleagues; he thought up ridiculous excuses as to why he might be dressed that way but the best he could come up with was that it was a bet; but with who?  As it turned out Eddie never said anything to anyone else; he just occasionally sidled up to Malcolm and whispered,

 

“Are you wearing them today?” winked and walked away.

 

Eventually Malcolm decided that Eddie was too scared to bring up what had happened because he would have to explain his own actions; spying on a man doing his business in a toilet stall.  Malcolm figured Eddie was content to just torment him occasionally with the question as to wether he was wearing female underwear to work.  Malcolm never wore female underwear to work after that; he remained content to just play dress-up at home.  Until one day………………

 

Every year on the anniversary of firm’s founding, the bosses paid out for a big party; it had become a tradition.  The party was fancy dress and it was held on the evening of the last working day before the Christmas break.  Over the years it had become customary for the party to have a theme; and the theme had a twist. The twist was that whatever the theme was, the women dressed in the male or dominant role and the men dressed in the feminine or submissive role.  One year it was ‘cops and robbers’; where the women came along dressed as policemen or prison warders and the men arrived dressed as criminals or prisoners (lots of horizontal striped shirts and black masks that year; like the Beagle Boys in the Scrooge McDuck comics).

 

One year had been ‘toffs and paupers’; lots of the women dressed in top hats and tails and the men dressed in the rags similar to the scallywags in Oliver Twist.  There had been ‘cowboys and Indians’ (girl cowboys, boy Indians); ‘heroes and villains’ (girl heroes, boy villains); and last year, the best yet, had been ‘knights and damsels’ with the girls dressed as knights, valets and lords of the realm, and the men dressed as medieval princesses and ladies of the court.  Everyone had a big laugh at that one, especially the men who had really got into the spirit of the thing with lots of them dressed up in drag in crinolines and ball gowns.  It was a big laugh for everyone.  Malcolm was tempted to dress up in his favourite lingerie, a ball gown, wig and makeup; but in the end had chickened out and came dressed as a court jester.

 

This year it was Malcolm’s turn to choose the theme because he had been voted the worst dressed at last year’s party.  The judging panel had decided that his court jester’s outfit was a copout on the theme and, as per tradition, the person voted worst dressed had to choose the theme for the following year.  It was considered a task not to be taken lightly; the more outrageous the theme the more acclaim it received; and the person who chose an interesting and outrageous theme became the most popular man in the company; for at least a few months anyway.  Malcolm had wrestled with the decision as to what the theme for this year’s party should be.  Malcolm being Malcolm, everyone expected something boring like ‘spacemen and aliens’ or some other safe subject matter, but they were all surprised and delighted when in late November Malcolm posted the theme for this year’s party on noticeboard. It was ‘Whores and Pimps’.

 

Of course Malcolm had his own secret agenda; for years now he had wanted to go out in public dressed as a woman.  Not like last year, dressed in a costume, but dressed in real women’s clothing, fully made up and feminised.  This was his big chance, and of course the more effort he made to be feminine the more he could justify it; after all, as the party’s organiser it was expected that he would endeavour to dress up as realistic as possible in keeping with the spirit of the theme.  The only concern he had was when he received an email from an anonymous address that simply said; ‘I might have guessed’, Malcolm was sure that Eddie had sent him the email but after a few days he pretty much forgotten about it.

 

Malcolm agonised for weeks as to how he could get away with dressing up as realistically as possible and to have a valid excuse as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman.  Last year the men who had dressed as ‘damsels’ had looked pretty ordinary; sure they had hired great costumes, crinoline ball gowns, tiaras, ladies slippers and so forth; but most of them had five o’clock shadow and their makeup was garish and clown-like, their wigs cheap and knotted poor facsimiles.   Then he had a brainwave; he would get his sister to dress him and make him up!  He could answer any questions as to why he looked so good dressed as a woman truthfully; “My sister dressed me and made me up,” and if anyone asked her, she would verify his claim.  She would be his unwilling alibi.

 

Malcolm hit the chat rooms in the days leading up to the big party and all his online friends encouraged him and offered advice; everything from “Don’t do it!” to “Go for it honey; stay out all night and pick up a nice man!”  Malcolm was a little perturbed about that last remark because sometimes, when he home alone dressed as a woman, he fantasised about what it would be like to be with a man whilst he was feminised.  He also hit lots of Transvestite web sites like TVChix, KTM, Crossdress World and so forth looking at pictures of Transvestites he admired to find the right ‘look’ for the party.  He wanted to look slutty but not trashy; sort of up market streetwalker.  He found a lot of girls in the UK and Europe had mastered the look he wanted capture; that dark haired beauty Lyn in the UK had the look; so did Janet Petteflet in Holland, Wendy Stockings in Scotland, and Cherry in Melbourne Australia.

 

Malcolm finally made up his mind as to how he wanted to look for the party; and then he had a dilemma that he hadn’t thought of before; one of his online girlfriends had asked him what fem name he was going to use.  When he was online he just used the handle ‘loves-to-dress’ and because he had only ever dressed alone he and had never talked to anyone in the real world about his transvestism, there had  never been a reason to have a fem name.  It would be easy to think up some trashy name to use at the party; everyone wore nametags at the party and they were usually the same absurd double entendres you heard on bad British comedies.  Names such as: ‘Sir Shagsalot,’ ‘Baron Ivor Bigun’ and ‘Princess Swallows’ had been some of the more ridiculous names used by partygoers last year.  He wanted a name that he could use at the party and that he could keep forever as his own secret name for when he crossdressed.  He thought about it for a few days and finally decided on a name.

 

He wanted a first name close to his male first name, but not so close that it was obvious; and his crossdressing had originally started out as a fetish for panties and hosiery; so the name came to him in an inspiration.  He played with the name Melanie for a while but decided that it was too close to his real male name.  He settled on Michele; Michele with one L, because it was a little bit different.  Malcolm decided his fem name would be Michele Nylons.

 

By the time the day of the party arrived Malcolm had made all of the many arrangements required of him as the organiser. The venue was the small function room of one of the cheaper city hotels, the catering, drinks and entertainment were part of the venue’s package; the firm paid for the party but they didn’t lend themselves to extravagance; after all the party was just really an excuse to dress up stupidly, get drunk and let off steam.  Also the firm’s thirty or so employees preferred the venue to be at one of the cheaper hotels because, as most of them and their partners got drunk at the party, they usually rented hotel rooms at the venue.

 

The previous weekend Malcolm had called his sister on Friday evening and explained to her about the party and his need to dress up as a whore for the theme; he then went on to clarify why he needed to look as realistic as possible because he was the host and organiser it was expected oh him, and begged her for her help.  He went on to say that he had some ideas as to how he wanted to look and that he had even got hold of some pictures off the internet to help him decide how he should look.  As he had no idea how to dress like a woman she would have to help him.  She eagerly agreed and was pleased that the normally quiet, reserved Malcolm was coming out of his shell for this event.  She told him to bring along the pictures on Saturday morning and they would go shopping for everything they needed so that Malcolm would look as whore-like as possible; it would be fun!

 

When Saturday arrived Malcolm met his sister Angie in the city outside of a large department store.  He had already figured out that he needed to behave naive when it came to world of women’s clothing and makeup; but he was determined to ensure he got exactly the look he wanted; he would have to be cunning that’s all.

 

“Hi Angie,” he said, and kissed her cheek when she arrived outside of Myer; one of the better stores in town.

“Hi Malcolm,” she responded.

“Let’s get you feminised then, you hussy,” she laughed, and Malcolm blushed; ‘If only she knew the truth,’ he thought.

“Come on; lingerie first,” she said enthusiastically and took his hand and led him into the store.

They made their way to the lingerie section of the store and started looking around.

“When you say you have to look as realistic as possible does that mean underwear too?” she asked.

“We can get away with some cheap foundation garments if you like; we can squeeze you into a cheap bra and you can just wear your own underwear under women’s clothing if you like?” she added.

Malcolm was horrified at the prospect.

“No; definitely not!” he enthused, “If we are going to make me look like a hooker, then lets go all the way; I want to win best dressed and who knows how good some of the other guys will look; it can be quite competitive you know and it might come down to who is wearing the best knickers!” he laughed, hoping he hadn’t gone to far and given his real motive away.

“Alright then; lets turn you into a complete slut,” Angie giggled, “This is going to be fun!”

“My boring, unadventurous, brother is really getting into the swing of things.  It’s about time!” she added.

Angie led Malcolm to the brassiere section of the lingerie department and he pleaded ignorance as she expounded the various virtues of the different types of brassieres.  They eventually settled on red satin full cup, size 14C.

“Red is definitely a whore’s colour,” she chuckled “and your panties should match; they usually have a matching panty for the better quality brassiere you know?”

“Do they really?” Malcolm responded feigning ignorance of such things.

“Here they are!” she quipped, delighted at having found the matching item on the rack of panties below the bras.

“Now I reckon any whore would love these,” she laughed, “here; what do you think?” she asked holding a pair of red satin bikini panties up for him to see.

“How the fuck would I know Angie? And do you have to hold the fucking things up for everyone to see they’re for me?” he pretended to be angry.

“Oh don’t be silly Malcolm; if anyone asks we just tell them the truth.  Besides you will have to try on some of the clothes anyway, at the moment I’m just guessing your sizes,” she responded.

“You mean women have different sizes to men?” he quizzed.  Malcolm knew exactly what size he was in women’s clothes and shoes but he couldn’t let on.

“Of course; at the moment I’m guessing your about a 14; a larger size for a woman even though you take a medium size in men’s clothing.”

“Ok,” Malcolm tried to sound befuddled but she had nailed his size in one guess.

“Now if you want to look like a real whore then we had better get you some stockings; we can get stay-ups or we can get the type that require garters or a suspender belt; what do you think?”

“Definitely suspender belt!”  Malcolm responded a little to eagerly.

Angie looked quizzically at her brother and he reddened.

“Angie; I’m a man so I have seen plenty of pictures of scantily clad women in my time and the sexy ones always wear suspenders and stockings,” he responded.

“Suspenders and stockings it is then,” she laughed.

“Oh I just love this one; and it matches the panties and bra,” she said, reaching for, and then holding up a red lace garter belt with six long red suspender straps hanging from it.

They wondered over to the hosiery section and began to browse.  Angie rummaged around and eventually held out a package to Malcolm.  ‘Sheer Fully-Fashioned Seamed Stockings by Kaiser” the label said.  A little clear window in the package displayed that the stocking were black.

“Perfect,” Angie said. “Whores always wear black stockings.”

“Mmmm,” she mused, “Show me your legs.”

“What?” Malcolm responded caught unaware by the request.

“Show me your legs stupid,” she repeated and reached down and pulled up one leg of Malcolm’s pants up to his knee.

“Just as I thought; hairy! That will never do!  Even though these stockings are black your hairy legs will show through; we’ll have to get you some pantyhose to wear under them,” she went on; dismissing Malcolm and rummaging again amongst the many packages of hosiery on the shelves.

“Just the thing!” She sounded delighted and flung another package at Malcolm.

This time the label said ‘Kolotex Sheer To The Waist High Sheen Pantyhose.’ ‘Colour – Taupe’.

“Jeeze, I didn’t realise it was so hard being a woman?” Malcolm laughed; again pretending ignorance but secretly pleased at all of the selections Angie had made so far.

“Ok buster; now comes the hard part; skirt and blouse.” Angie went on and led Malcolm further into the store.

“Didn’t you say you had some pictures?” Angie asked.

“Well I got these off the net,” Malcolm said. “Apparently the women in the photos are really men; Transvestites I think they are called.  They look realistic to me though.”

“Malcolm; you are the dark horse; I never dreamed you would know about such things!” Angie looked shocked as Malcolm handed her the pictures.

“Well I never did know anything about this until I had to organise this fucking theme party!” Malcolm pretended to be angry again.

“I just entered a few keywords into my browser and these are some of the pictures that it came up with.  And I’ll tell you what; some of the other pictures were actually pornographic.  Do you know there are some sickos out there that actually LIKE dressing as women?” he went on.

“Malcolm you have led a sheltered life haven’t you,” Angie answered but she was now too busy looking at skirts to carry the conversation on any further.

Angie looked at the pictures and looked at some skirts on a rack.  She poked around for a while selecting items and then putting them back. Finally,

“Yes; this is it!” she squealed.

Angie held out a black leather miniskirt looking extremely pleased with herself.

“It’s just like this one the girl; well man; well whatever; is wearing in this picture,” she said; pointing to a picture of Janet Petteflet which Malcolm had downloaded from KTMGirls. 

“Now for the awkward bit; you will have to try it on.”

Malcolm paled; he hadn’t though of that.  He knew that he was usually a size 14 in a skirt but also knew that sizes varied; he had a couple of 12s and even a 16 at home.

“It’s no good frowning and looking sorry for yourself.  If you are going to spend all this money to dress up for one stupid party we at least better make sure the clothes are going to fit you.” Angie scolded.

As it turned out it wasn’t that difficult.  Angie being Angie just went up to the floor supervisor and told her the truth; that Malcolm had to dress up in drag for a party.  The supervisor, an attractive woman in her fifties, was only too delighted to help.  She led them to a single fitting room that had a full length door that was separate to the rest of the female fitting rooms.

“We keep this room for special clients and the handicapped; It’s separate to the rest of the fitting rooms and very discreet.  Just find me when you have made your selections and I’ll see to you personally,” the floor supervisor smiled.

“Right; now a blouse!” Angie went on and charged on through the women’s clothing department to where there were what looked like thousands of blouses.

Malcolm was so glad that he had though of using his sister as a ruse; she seemed so enthusiastic and was actually having fun selecting clothes for him.  This was going a lot easier than he thought it would; he didn’t have to explain what he wanted at all; Angie was taking the lead and selecting just what he would have chosen to wear himself.

“Finally!” Angie exclaimed holding up her prize after what seemed like eternity as she waded through a sea of blouses and tops.

It was a sheer nylon leopard-skin patterned, longsleeved blouse and it was perfect to go with the black leather miniskirt.

“Right lets get you sorted brother of mine; go and wait by the fitting room.” Angie dictated and stormed off back towards the skirts.

A few minutes later Angie returned with the floor supervisor; her arms loaded with clothing.

“I’ve got the skirt and blouse in size fourteen and sixteen,” she said “Try them on in there and make sure they fit properly; can you do that?”

“I know,” she went on, “take this in with you and try to make sure you look as good as the girl in the photo,” she said, handing him the picture of Janet Petteflet.

Malcolm went into the booth knowing that the size 14 skirt would be perfect; and it was.  The size 14 blouse was too short in the sleeves and tight in the shoulders; the size 16 would have to do even though he would have preferred it to be tighter around the waist.  Malcolm came out of the fitting room and handed his selections to Angie and the others to the floor supervisor.  Angie wasted no time and dragged him over towards the footwear department.

“The fucking blouses button up the wrong way,” Malcolm whined; again pretending ignorance in the matter of female attire.

“No they don’t; men’s shirts button up the wrong fucking way, you lummox,” she quipped, and continued to drag him along by his sleeve.

When they got to the ladies footwear section it was blessedly easy.  Angie went straight to a pair of black, patent leather, high heeled sandals. Malcolm made a stupid gaffe as Angie looked at a size chart,

“Size ten,” Malcolm said, not thinking of the consequences.

Angie spun around and looked him quizzically.  Malcolm blushed a deep red and stammered,

“I read somewhere that women’s sizes are two sizes smaller than men’s.  You know it’s one of those bits of useless information you pick up,” he offered as an explanation.

Angie continued to stare at him questioningly for a minute and then turned back to the rack of shoes and selected a pair of size tens.

“Here; try these,” she said handing him the high heels.

“There’s no one around, just try them on ok,” she warned before Malcolm could offer a protest.

Malcolm sat on a stool and removed his loafers and socks and tried them on; a perfect fit.

“Lovely! I’ll show you how to walk in them tomorrow Malcolm; you will find it difficult but no self respecting whore would wear anything except high heels,” she laughed, regaining her previous joviality.

“Accessories and makeup next!” Angie charged ahead again.

“Accessories? Makeup?” Malcolm quizzed.

“Oh just go to the in store coffee shop Malcolm and I’ll meet you there later,” she tried to feign anger but laughed.

Malcolm did as he was told and Angie joined him about twenty minutes later.  Sipping on a latte she showed him what she had acquired in his absence.  There was a slim gold belt with a silver buckle, a gold clutch purse, a selection of makeup (to which he showed absolute ignorance for sake of appearances), and what seemed to be far too much jewellery for one night’s dress-up.  They finished their coffee and took their selections to the checkout where thankfully Angie presented the purchases to the cashier and all Malcolm had to do was hand over the cash.

Angie again led the way and this time they stopped in hairdressing salon.  Angie explained that it was her favourite salon. And the best hairdresser in town worked there.

“I could take you to a fancy-dress store and rent something tacky or we could go to a novelty shop and get one of those awful novelty wigs but you did say you wanted to look as feminine as possible so I’m afraid you will have to fork out for something good.  On the bright side; if the wig looks good on me too I might buy it off you after the party,” she said.

Angie took charge of the situation and entered into a deep discussion with one of the hairdressers whilst Malcolm stood there with his hands full of shopping bags trying not to look embarrassed.  Eventually he was led into a small room at the back of the hairdressers where he was seated and introduced to Stephan, Angie’s hairdresser.  Angie and Stephen then seemed to have the time of their lives trying different wigs on Malcolm.  They finally both agreed on one, and Stephan held up a mirror so that Malcolm could see.  It was brunette with some lighter highlights; the hair was straight but curved slightly at the neck and fell to just on his shoulders; the fringe just covered his eyebrows.  It was lovely but of course Malcolm just said,

“Well if you think its ok we’ll take it” and paid up.  He made a fuss about the price, secretly pleased that the wig was perfect for the shape of his face.

Outside the hairdressers they parted ways; Malcolm was disappointed when Angie took all the purchases from him,

“It’s not as if you need them until next Friday is it? And as you are coming around my place to for me to dress you properly and make you up I might as well take them home,” she said cheerfully, kissing him on the cheek and walking off towards where her car was parked.

“Thanks for all the help,” Malcolm responded and walked away excited. He could hardly wait for next Friday.

All week the office was abuzz with talk of the party; many of the staff discussed how they were going to dress.  Some were just going to squeeze into their wives clothes; some had gone to costume-hire specialists.  The girls were having a great time rummaging out old flared purple pants, platform shoes and other outrageous seventies pimp apparel. Malcolm kept quiet despite the friendly ribbing that he copped from some of the staff; they joked that boring old Malcolm wouldn’t know a whore from a boar or that he would probably come looking more like a washer woman than a prostitute after last year’s feeble effort.  The only quip that disturbed him was an aside from Eddie,

“She’ll look gorgeous I’ll bet.”

Malcolm didn’t know if Eddie was joking or being sarcastic but he didn’t care; he was too excited and looking forward to the party for reasons that none of his colleagues could imagine; Michele was making her debut!

Friday afternoon finally came and Malcolm drove around to his sister’s place in eager anticipation.  The firm had finished work early and he had a few drinks after work with some of the staff and they had said cheery farewells until later that evening.  He arrived at Angie’s place as instructed at five o’clock having showered and shaved as close as possible ensuring his face was smooth and without a trace of stubble. He had a gin and tonic to steady his nerves before leaving home and Angie greeted him at the door with another.

“To help you relax dear brother,” she laughed and led him through the house into her bedroom.

Angie had unwrapped all of last week’s purchases and they were laid out on her bed; Malcolm get excited just looking at them and gulped down his drink. Angie went to fix him another.

“I’ve been thinking Malcolm; how serious are you about looking as feminine as possible?” she called from the lounge.

“I really want to win the prize Angie; I want to really make up for last year,” he shouted back.

Angie returned with a drink for both of them.

“Well there is only one thing for it then,” she said and reached into a draw in her dresser and held out a pink plastic object that looked like some sort of alien ray gun.

“It’s my Lady Shaver,” she responded to his quizzical look, “were shaving your legs ok?”

Malcolm was now a little drunk and laughed out loud,

“Well if that’s what it takes Angie; let’s do it!”

After a brief argument in which Angie explained that she had seen her younger brother naked when she bathed him as a child.  She also went on to explain that in her eyes seeing a man in his briefs was no different to seeing a man in his swimming costume so Malcolm stripped down to his briefs and sat on the chair in front of the dressing table.  Angie ran the shaver up and down his legs until they were hairless; this was achieved with much howling and complaining from Malcolm who was reminded by Angie that women had to suffer far worse to look good for men; as he was about to find out.  She shaved the hair off his feet and toes and examined her handy work.

“You’ll still have to wear the pantyhose I’m afraid; your legs are lily white and some of those varicose veins look like roadmaps. It’s a trick I used when I was younger when I couldn’t be bothered shaving my legs before a date; just wear two pairs of nylons,” Angie explained.

“You’re the boss,” Malcolm chuckled and took another sip of his drink.

“Ok; sit still, keep quiet and just do as I say and we’ll have you looking like a girl in no time,” Angie laughed and moved in front of him and went to work.

She had quite an assortment of cosmetics laid out on the dressing table along with various sized brushes, sponges and applicators.  Malcolm forced himself to relax and let Angie go to work.  He had made himself up hundreds of times before but now he was going to be made up by an expert so he payed attention to every detail so that he could pick up any pointers.

First Angie patiently painted his finger and toenails; two coats of glossy plumb red.  She told him not to smudge the nail polish before it hardened and went on to explain how women often tried to match their nail polish with their lipstick.

Angie applied a thick coat of foundation to his face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder.  She then went to work on his eyes.  Next she brushed dark blue eyeshadow onto Malcolm’s eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above her pupils. She worked the powder upwards right up to his eyebrows and then she applied a coat of lighter blue out to the far corners of his eyes, lightening the makeup as she worked it up to his brows and blending the two shades where they merged.

“I’m no expert at hooker makeup,” she said, “but I’ve seen enough movies to know that usually go for these garish colours.

“Whatever,” Malcolm said pretending to feign interest whilst paying close attention.

Angie tut-tutted a little and reached for some pink eyeshadow and applied it liberally around the edges of the two coats of blue that she had already applied; blending the eyeshadow with a small brush and making final adjustments with her fingertip.  Malcolm loved the effect and filed the snippet away for future use.

“Ok brother; keep very still now and just close your eyes half-closed for me; here comes the hard bit; the eyeliner.” She said, concentrating on her task.

Angie applied jet black eyeliner to his upper and lower eyelids as close to his lash-line as possible. She started in the very corner of her each eye and worked outwards applying three coats and touching up where necessary so that his eyes were framed by the black makeup.

“Open your eyes; lift your head up but look down at my tummy and keep still for me sweets ok; I’m going to do your mascara next.  I hope you are taking mental notes so that you can touch up your makeup during the evening.” Angie said.

“What do you mean; touch up my makeup?” he asked; knowing full well what she meant.

“We girls don’t stay looking good all night without touching up our war-paint you know” she giggled, “that’s why we spend so much time in the john; why do you think we call it the powder room!  I bought you some makeup yesterday that you can take with you tonight; you can give it to me later as you won’t be needing it,” she explained.

She applied plenty of thick black mascara to his upper and lower eyelashes; fiddling a little as she worked.  She explained that as his eyelashes were very fine she had to apply lots of the product to get a good effect,

“I wish we had bought falsies,” she muttered.

Malcolm laughed inside because he had three sets of false eyelashes at home.

“Ok nearly there,” she sighed and took a sip of her drink.

Angie applied blusher to his cheeks, feathering it along his cheek-line and smoothing it up so that it almost merged with his eyeshadow.  Then she dusted his whole face and neck with a coating of sheer-glow finishing powder, being careful not to smudge her mascara and eyeliner.

“Ok Malcolm I want you to play particular attention to how I do your lipstick; you will definitely have to touch up your lippy tonight,” she lectured.

She opened a long slim box that contained two slim tubes and unscrewed the first tube to reveal a slim applicator coated with plum coloured liquid lipstick.

“This is the first coat and it is long lasting colour; be careful how you use it honey because it is really hard to get it off if you fuck up ok?” she instructed, “so pay complete attention and when you touch it up tonight make sure you don’t go outside of the lip-line that I put on you.”

Malcolm had never used a two-coat lipstick before; he just used ordinary cheap lipstick at home and he paid very close attention as Angie coloured his lips with the first coat of colour and then took the other tube which she screwed at the bottom to reveal what looked more like the lippy he was used to, but slimmer and it was clear not coloured.  She waited a minute and then applied the clear top coat over the base colour coat.

“Perfect,” she whispered more to herself than him, “now leave your lips parted for a second until its dry ok?”

Angie took the brunette wig off the wig stand and brushed it out while Malcolm sat still and let his makeup set and lipstick dry.  After a minute or two Angie put the wig on his head and fiddled with it until it was sitting perfect with the fringe straight.  She brushed it here and there and then stood back to admire her work.

“You look stunning; take a look,” she said, pointing to the mirror.

 The transformation was astounding; from a plain, smooth-faced man he had become a heavily made-up middle-aged whore.  Her brunette fringe framed her dark exotic eyes and her bangs caressed her rouged cheeks and highlighted her luscious red mouth.  Malcolm now started to think of himself as Michele the whore; not as Malcolm, the boring manager of a small department in a small business.  ‘From now on, for the rest of tonight, I AM Michele!’ she convinced herself.

 

“Ok let’s get you dressed then,” Angie said.

 

“You can have a quick drink and get into your pantyhose and knickers you hussy,” she laughed, playfully kissing his cheek.

 

“I’ll step out and freshen our drinks while you do that I think; I don’t want to see your wiggly bits,” she laughed, “put the pantyhose on first then the panties over them ok?  You’ve seen one of your girlfriends put on pantyhose I take it? You don’t need my advice,” she joked; then added as she walked out the door, “don’t ladder the fucking things!”

Michele sat on the edge of Angie’s queen size bed and kicked off her men’s briefs; they now seemed ugly and inappropriate for a lovely whore like her. She eased the pantyhose from the slim packet and slipped the hosiery over her pretty painted toes and slid the sheer nylon up her feet one foot at a time.  She carefully eased the pantyhose up her legs keeping the nylon taught; smoothing out the wrinkles as she went.  She stood up and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose up over her crotch and smoothed the nylon gusset around her midriff to just below her bellybutton.  She slid the red satin bikini panties up her nyloned legs and pulled them snug around her arse and crotch. Michele felt the beginnings of an erection and nearly panicked; but then the though of her sister finding her aroused soon made it go away.

“Ready sis;” Michele called through the door.

“Oh lovely,” Angie joked as she came back into the bedroom with two more gin and tonics.

“Ok let’s get a move on, I don’t want you to be late for your own party,” she said in determined tone.

“Stand up and just do as I say buster,” she joked; but in a tone that bore no argument.

Angie took the red lace suspender belt and adjusted it so that it sat tightly around Michele’s waist and so that the top of garment covered the waistband of the pantyhose.  Next she knelt down and drew the diaphanous black nylon stockings up Michele’s legs one at a time; the stockings sighed their nylon on nylon whisper as they glided over her pantyhosed legs.  Angie carefully adjusted the back-seams so they lay straight and centred along the back of Michele’s legs and then clipped the garters hanging from the suspender-belt to the reinforced stocking tops.  As Angie smoothed the nylons along her legs Michele suppressed the shiver of excitement and felt a little uneasy about experiencing such emotions; especially with her sister’s face so close to her sex organs.  Michele swallowed and tried not to think too much into it. 

Next Angie hooked the brassiere around Michele’s chest and settled the cups into the right position; she walked over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhose which she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them.  Then she had Michele step into the black leather mini which she pulled at and played with until it was adjusted nicely at the waist and the hem was nice and straight at mid thigh; she left it unzipped for now.  Angie handed Michele the leopard-skin nylon blouse to put on while she went to the dresser and took a drink.  She gave Michele a sip of her own drink and put the glass down on the table.  Michele noticed that she had not left any lipstick on the rim of the glass as she often did when she was dressed at home. ‘That two-coat lipstick really works,’ she thought pretending to struggle with the buttons because they were on the opposite side to men’s shirts.  Angie came over and finished buttoning the blouse and tucked it into Michele’s skirt and zipped it up. She buckled the slim gold belt around Michele’s waist and adjusted it so that it sat nicely.

“Nearly there; just jewellery and shoes to go” she sighed.

Angie opened the packet which contained the cheap costume jewellery that she had bought for her brother last week. She clipped silver mounted ruby drops to Michele’s ears and hung a matching silver and ruby necklace around her neck and matching bracelets on both of her wrists.  She put on four large silver rings, two on the fingers of each hand; the rings were set with emeralds and rubies. 

Angie sat Michele back on the bed and slid her feet into the black leather high-heeled sandals; buckling the thin straps which came to just above Michele’s ankles. 

“Now for fuck sake be careful when you walk in these Malcolm,” Angie said; “ lean a little forward and make sure you come down on the balls of your feet first, not the heels, when you walk.  It will take some practice but it’s only for one night.  You should know what we girls have to put with when we wear those fucking death traps anyway,” she chided playfully.

Finally Angie fastened a silver anklet below Michele’s left ankle; another fake ruby glittered as it hung from the thin silver chain fastened to the anklet.

“You’re done honey; take a look in the mirror,” Angie said and helped Michele to her feet. Michele stood up and walked over to the mirror and looked at herself.

She looked stunning; the best she had ever looked dressed as a woman.  She had just the look she wanted; in her mind she decided the look was to be called ‘London streetwalker’ because she looked just like the English prostitutes she saw in the TV shows.  Michele walked over to her sister and kissed her on the cheek and said,

“Thanks Angie; you are a doll.  Oh! One more thing; pin this on for me will you?”

She handed Angie a large white name bar embossed with the firm’s logo in one corner and a Christmas tree in the other; in gold pen script in the centre of the name bar was written: MICHELE NYLONS.  Angie pinned the badge to Michele’s left breast.

“Michele Nylons; cute name,” Angie said.

“Ok Malcolm; err I mean Michele; lets do the last finishing touch.”

Angie went to her dresser and took a small green bottle of the cologne ‘Poison’ and sprayed a liberal amount of the perfume on Michele’s neck and décolletage; then she reached down and playfully sprayed under Michele’s skirt and on her thighs.

“Just in case you get lucky honey,” Angie teased.

Michele blushed a deep red,

“Fuck off Angie!” Michele responded a little hurt.

“Don’t be such a girl Malcolm; here take this,” she said dropping the small bottle of ‘Poison’ into the small gold clutch purse that they had purchased last Friday and holding it out.

“The purse has got powder, eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and lippy in there sweety; so you can touch up your makeup as you need to.  There’s also a hairbrush; everything an old whore needs to ply her trade,” she laughed.

Michele stepped forward and took the purse from her sister and bent to kiss her chastely on the lips to bid farewell.  Angie shocked Michele by pulling her into a tight embrace and kissing her, closed mouth but forcefully, on the lips; then Angie astonished Michele completely by sliding her hand under Michele’s skirt and gently stroking her manhood through her panties.  Angie whispered into Michele’s ear,

“I know about you, you know!”

Michele pushed her sister away and looking absolutely stunned; she gasped,

 

“What do you mean; you know!”

 

“Oh Malcolm; I mean Michele.  I’ve suspected since we were kids.  All the times I found my nylons and panties dishevelled and stained; who else could it have been?  One day I even saw you putting a pair of my pantyhose in your pocket as you left the bathroom.” Angie explained in a soothing voice.

 

“And last week you knew your ladies shoe size; you insisting on wearing a suspender belt; you had those pictures of Transvestites; and you pretended not know that blouses button on the opposite side to shirt.  You sat uncomplaining while I put on your makeup; but the real give away was the way you walk in those high heels honey.  It took me fucking months to master high heels when I was a teenager; and you glide around my bedroom like you were born wearing the fucking things!” Angie finished.

 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of; your secret is safe with me.  And you look positively gorgeous; if you weren’t my brother I’d fuck your brains out; now get the fuck out here and go and enjoy yourself before I throw you on my bed and ravage you.” Angie pushed Michele towards the bedroom door.

 

Michele was stunned but accepted what she had just heard and realised that she had been stupid to think that she could get away with using her sister to help her crossdress and still keep her secret.  In hindsight Michele knew that she would slip up some how.  Then a question lanced into her head; ‘What did Angie mean about ravaging her? And what the fuck was that passionate kiss and quick fondle all about?’

 

“Angie; are you a lesbian or something?” Michele asked her sister as they walked to the front door.

 

“I’m an ‘or something’ ok; but that’s a conversation for another day; now get the fuck out of my house and party til you drop bitch! Oh; and come around for coffee tomorrow afternoon and tell me all about it!” she laughed and pushed Michele out of the door and into the night air.

 

Michele walked over to her car, stunned at what had just happened; even though she had lost count of the number of gin and tonics she had drunk over the last few hours she now felt completely sober.  She dropped in behind the wheel and her skirt rode up revealing her stocking tops; she smoothed down her skirt and slid her hands along her stockinged thighs and sighed with desire at the feel of her feminine attire.

 

Michele smiled to herself and drove off into the night trying to get her head around the last few minutes.  Eventually she settled down enough to realise that she had been particularly stupid drinking so much alcohol with a three quarter of an hour drive ahead of her from the suburbs to the city; the police were ruthless when it came to alcohol breath testing during the festive season.  She decided to use a little used back road that bypassed most of highway into town; it would put an extra twenty minutes or so onto her journey but she was better safe than sorry.

After she had driven a few kilometres down the dark road she realised that the effects of the drinks she had imbibed earlier had far from worn off; she had to really concentrate and to make matters worse she had never considered the difficulties of driving a car whilst wearing high heels.   Michele checked her mirrors and then reached down and attempted to unbuckle her right shoe so that she could better control the brake and accelerator.  It was a huge mistake; as she struggled with the buckle on her high heel her car swerved violently to the right and she had to correct the vehicle quite quickly on the dark narrow road.  As she gained control of the car and was congratulating herself for avoiding disaster she saw blue and red flashing lights in her rear vision mirror.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed, and pulled her car over into a darkened rest area at the side of the road. 

She followed the small dirt track to series of marked parking bays behind a darkened toilet block and pulled into one of the spaces; she looked around and saw that the rest area was deserted except for her own car and the police cruiser that had now pulled up beside her.  A fat policeman squeezed from behind the wheel of the police car, turned on a large black torch and sauntered over to her driver’s side window; Michele wound down the window terrified.  She didn’t know wether to be more worried about being out dressed up in drag or being over the prescribed alcohol limit.  The fat policeman shined his torch on her face, smiled and said,

“You were all over the road back there miss; have you been drinking?”

Michele summoned up all of her courage and answered,

“I had a couple of drinks an hour ago officer but I’m sure I’m under the limit; I swerved to avoid a small animal on the road,” she lied.

The policeman looked at her for a nearly a full minute shining his torch inside the car and up and down her body and back to her face.

“Jesus Christ you’re a fucking guy aren’t you?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes officer; let me explain…….” and Michele went on to explain that she was dressed in drag to attend a theme party at work.

After listening to her story for a few minute the officer cut her short.

“Well that may be sir, ma’am; whatever.  But I still think that you are under the influence of alcohol and I intend to issue you with a roadside breath test.” He said and waddled back to the cruiser and returned with an alcometer.

He pushed it through the window in front of Michele’s face and said,

“Put your lips on the tube and blow; words I’m sure you quite used to;” he added cruelly.

Michele did as she was told and heard the machine beep rapidly after a few seconds.  She hung her head and contemplated what would happen next.  She would be taken to the police station and have to suffer the indignity of waiting around for bail dressed up in drag.  Undoubtedly the policemen at the station would ridicule and taunt her.  Even worse; what if they put her in a holding cell?  She had read about what happened to some young men in prison at the hands of jailhouse thugs; what chance would she have dressed as she was?  Could she ask for protective custody?  Her head was spinning.

The Policeman took the machine away from Michele’s lips and looked at the reading and smirked.

“You’re shit out of luck tonight sweety,” the cop smiled evilly at Michele through the window.

He turned on his heels and wobbled back to his cruiser; ‘He’s calling it in or whatever they do!’ Michele thought to herself.  She was on the verge of sobbing.  She looked across at the police cruiser and by the light of the dome light she saw the fat cop leaning inside talking on the radio.  Then the flashing lights on the top of the police car went out, closely followed by the head and tail lights.  The cop slammed the door and the rest area became hauntingly dark and deathly silent.  Michele could just make out the dimmed glow of the policeman’s torch as he returned to her car; as he approached she saw he was shading the light with his other hand.  He leaned on the roof of her car and it lurched under his added weight.

“Look honey, I’ve dealt with your type before ok; you don’t do thirty years on the force without dealing with the occasional trannie now and then.  You are in all sorts of problems here; the reading on my little machine there says you’re at least twice the legal limit to be driving.”

“Now, we can sort this out one of two ways; you can accompany me to the police station, and I’m sure the ramifications of that option have crossed your pretty little mind; and also you will lose your license and cop a hefty fine.  Plus I’m betting someone who drives a car like this has a job where a DUI will not be particularly welcomed,” the fat cop droned on.

“Or I can get in the passenger seat there and we can settle this quickly, painlessly; and to both our advantages if you know what I mean?” he finished.

Michele was now totally confused; was there a way out of this?  Was he asking her for a bribe?  Thank god! There was a way out of this! All she had to do was let the cop get in passenger seat and she would hand him some cash and he would be gone.  Yes; it made sense!  He wanted to sit in the car so no one passing by could see her handing him the money; that’s why he turned off his flashers and headlights.

“Well sure officer; get in and let’s settle,” Michele sighed, relieved.

The fat cop had trouble squeezing into Michele’s small BMW but he finally got settled and closed the door.  The dome light went out and Michele heard a rasping sound that she couldn’t quite figure out.  ‘Of course he’s opening the zipper of his wallet to hide the money,’ she concluded.

“Turn on the dome light honey; I want to see you do it,” the cop said.

That made sense to Michele; he wanted to make sure he was giving her the right money; when you take bribes you have make sure the person paying the bribe isn’t ripping you off.  Michele turned the dome light on and turned her head towards the cop and started to say,

“How much?” when she glanced down and saw the policeman’s stubby fat penis sticking out the front of his uniform trousers.

“Well I won’t be long honey; I haven’t had any for ages,” the cop chuckled and reached out and pulled her head into his lap.

Michele was horrified; it finally dawned on her what he had been talking about all this time; she had completely misunderstood his intentions.  These thoughts sped through her mind just as her lips came into contact with the man’s fat smelly cock.  Michele sputtered and tried to move her head but the heavy cop held her down.

“Suck it good babe; come on,” he moaned; and he pushed down harder and Michele had no choice but to take the appendage into her mouth.

Michele sputtered and blubbered trying to spit the fetid member out of her mouth.  Her efforts to get away from the cop’s penis in fact stimulated the glans of his organ as Michele’s lips and tongue lashed at the stubby little cock trying to spit it out.  The cop pushed down so hard on her head that it hurt, and at the same time he pushed upwards, lifting his fat arse out of the seat; Michele had to open her mouth or choke and as she did the whole of the diminutive fat member slid inside her mouth and started to convulse and throb.

Michele gasped as a torrent of semen filled her mouth and then she started to gag.

“Don’t you spit it out bitch!” the cop warned, holding her head down in his lap.

“Yeah baby that’s it; swallow it; oh fuck you’re good! Suck it baby; suck it! I’m coming; oh yeah,” another stream of obscenities issued forth from the policeman as he ejaculated into Michele’s mouth.

Michele was helpless; held over the cop’s small throbbing cock as it continued to flood her mouth with sperm.  She had no choice; Michele swallowed.  The policeman’s secretions were not actually that foul; they tasted musty and creamy.  She sucked and swallowed knowing she had no choice.

“Ok baby; daddy’s finished now; just lick it clean and I’ll be on my way,” the cop chuckled.

Michele realised the worst was over; she licked the fetid member clean and swallowed the last of the cop’s secretions.  The cop lifted Michele’s head out of his lap and leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth before she had time to react.

“Thanks hun,” he whispered in Michele’s ear; then zipped his fly and struggled out of the passenger door.  He walked away towards his police car and waved over his shoulder without glancing back,

“Drive careful now sweetheart,” he shouted and climbed into the police car and drove away.

Michele sat there stunned; she couldn’t believe what had just happened; not only had that fat smelly, little dick cop raped her mouth; she was rock hard in her panties.  What the fuck was going on?

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were black and gray stalactites, glimmering, adding to her mysterious beauty. Who was she? Who painted this picture?

I went into the antique store and swooped down to the painting, it costs two hundred and fifty dollars, I paid for it, and it was money well spent. I carried the painting home at my leisure, and once I arrived I placed it beside my bed, while I was scouting for a nice place to hang it.

I pulled an end table from beside my couch, the painting was at least 5 or 6 feet tall and I wanted to make sure there was nothing obstructing the view. I hammered two large nails into the wall and hook some picture wire onto the painting. It took me a minute or two of fumbling with the painting before I had it hanging lopsided on the wall. I straightened it out, and for some reason the beauty of this woman seemed even more alluring. I placed the end table to the side of the painting, and put the nails and hammer away.

I was a bit tired so I undressed and climbed into the shower, I always enjoyed taking a nice shower before retiring to bed. As I was washing myself I heard some sort of noise, it wasn’t a banging or thud noise, it sounded like whispers and low breaths. I climbed out of the shower and walked through the house, looking for the source of the noise. The apartment was empty, maybe its someone next door, or upstairs, I thought to myself climbing back into the shower. Just as I was lathering up the soap it came again, breaths and whispers. I listened hard and tried to find out where it was coming from, or at least to hear what they were saying. The voices sounded like they were coming from all around me, up down and even from behind me. I listened carefully, but I couldn't’t tell what they were saying, it sounded like it was speaking a different language, but it wasn’t Spanish, and it wasn’t French, it was something I had never heard before, probably someone’s television is on, I said out loud trying to reassure myself.

I washed off and climb into bed, I grabbed the remote and tuned the television on, a small bit of noise from the television always seemed to help me nod off. Surely enough I was fast asleep. I was awoken but a noise, I jumped out of bed, it was a loud noise, like someone dragging a chair across the floor. The end table next to the painting was pushed out by at least a foot. There was nothing around, nothing that would movie that table that far. I went back to bed and only a few minutes the same thing happened, except the table was pushed out nearly intro the middle of the room. I called the handyman and asked him to come up and take a look around, maybe for something that could be doing this.

He came up quickly and I let him in. he and I started moving furniture trying to find maybe a rat hole or something I suppose. We found nothing.
“Maybe it’s just your imagination.” he told me as he was leaving.
“I don‘t know what it is.” I said aloud, more to myself then to him.
I laid back down and this time I went through the remainder of the night without so much as a noise. I got up and went to work, just like the usual day.

I came home straight from work and found my apartment in ruins. The shelves hanging on my walls were laying on the ground, and my clothes were out of the drawers torn asunder, my mattress was over turned and the stuffing as hanging out. I called the apartment manager and had him call the police.

The police arrived and started looking around the place, looking for evidence or fingerprints I suppose, I don’t quite know how policemen work. They took a few items and left my apartment, they gave me a card to call.
“we’ll be in touch if something comes up, thank you for your cooperation.”
I slowly took the card and read it, “yea, thanks.” I said not looking up.
I was so tired I went straight to bed.

As I lay sleeping softly in my bed something, some sort of life form crept across the room and to the side of my bed. I could feel someone looming over me and my eyes snapped open, my mouth dropped open as well. It was the woman from the painting, her magnificent wings folded neatly on her back. I looked up to her in awe from the mere sight of her beauty, just as she was in the painting she was clad in bare skin, nothing aside from the graceful tattoos up and down both her arms and legs.

She smiled a beautiful wide grin, and suddenly I felt at ease within myself, cozy and comfortable. She grabbed my hand and helped me climb out from under the blankets and sheets on my bed. Slowly we walked across the room, nearing the empty picture frame where she once stood. Just inches from the painting the phone rang, I blinked, and she was gone. I was standing in the middle of my room, near the painting, where I had been with her. I jumped over the bed and grabbed the phone.
“Franklin, this is James.” the voice on the other end of the telephone said.
“Yea, hi,” I replied groggy , “what do you want ?”
“sorry I hadta call you so late,” he started, the excitement in his voice building, “I got tickets to that concert on Saturday!” he shouted at me, his voice exploding in joy.
I gave a slight chuckle, he had been trying to win tickets to a concert, that would be on Saturday, for weeks.
“how did you pull that off?” I asked
“I know, it was sold out right? Wrong, this late night radio show was giving them away to the 6 or 7 or 12 caller or something like that, I called in and won.”
“okay dude, we’ll go on Saturday, yea?” I said trying to get off the phone quickly.
“Hell yea dude, its gonna be awesome.”
“alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I sighed and dropped the phone no the receiver, and my mind was drawn back to my dream, I was sleep walking, right?
It was 4 O’clock in the morning, so I started a pot of coffee and started getting around, taking a shower tog et off to work.

That evening when I got off work I went out for a drink with James to celebrate his winnings, then I went home. It was late so I decided to get to sleep, the next day we would be going to the concert hall. I laid down to sleep, but tonight I was feeling a bit uneasy, I had never had a reoccurring dream, so I didn't think I would have that creepy dream again, at least I hoped I wouldn’t. I slowly nodded off to sleep, and inevitably was awoke by the noise of the end table scraping across the floor.

When I opened my eyes she was already standing over me, smiling her beautiful smile. I took her hand and climbed from the bed again, I felt great, I wanted nothing more then to go with her, I want her. I wanted to caress her with my hands, and I wanted to explore her soft body with my lips and tongue, I felt like I was under a spell.

We climbed through the frame of the painting and into a dark place, it looked like a cave of sorts, but the stone was shining and silvery, like adamantine mithril. There was no light source within the cave, but still the stalactite shone and glittered.

She laid me down on her floor and started exploring my body with her hands, slowly she pulled off my shirt and sleeping pants, and wasted no time in pulling off my boxers. She and I were naked together and I had never felt more right, I felt safe in her arms, I felt safe under her black wings.

As she caressed my neck with her lips and tongue I could smell something, it was the smell of a light rain, light and sweet. She felt warm, even hot, to the touch, and she was laying right on top of me. As her and I made love her giant black wings enveloped us. She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my rock hard throbbing cock. Sex had never felt so good or so right. Her pussy was tight and wet, her juices were warm and thick, then they ran from her vulva. As she slid up and down, up and down, her juices slapped and splattered around us, her ass was sticky and wet with her down juices and her pale white skin glimmered in the light reflecting within her wings.

The more she rode atop me the tighter her pussy seemed to get, and it felt great, the friction was red hot and so was her cunt. But as she still rode atop me I felt myself getting weaker, more tired, soon I was laying there, motionless, and she just kept riding it. As soon as I felt I was about to cum she jumped off my cock and started sucking it, licking it and massaging it. I popped out, and she slurped it up, even licking up the dots of cum on my stomach and her breasts.

The sweat on her breasts was shining and glittering in the impossible light, filling me with terrors so exciting no mortal man could imagine them without witnessing her first hand. The light bouncing around inside her engulfing wings danced on her breasts with the shadow, hypnotizing me.

She climb back on my cock, but instead put it in her ass, it was even tighter then her pussy, and like her pussy got tighter the more she sat on it. It was warm and velvety, and it felt so right. There was a warmth in my stomach, growing, and it felt so good, so right, it was nearly orgasmic.

She slid up and down just as she did before, but this time I took pleasure in noticing her breasts, ample and swinging freely. Bouncing freely, and captivating my mind. I looked into her eyes, her dark glowing eyes, she had no white in her eyes, she had no iris either, just a large black pupil, but with the light glinting it was irresistible. I was breathless, and as I got weaker she seemed to get more aggressive, and stronger. It was probably my mind playing tricks on me. But I could hardly thing then, I had nothing on my mind but this woman, her beauty, and her perfection.

I felt as I was going to cum again, and again she knew it, she climbed off and started licking and kissing my cock until I reached climax. She ate all my cum and sucked off the drops that she had missed.

Finally she took my long hard cock into her mouth, swallowing it with ease. She pulled it out and took it back in, deepthroating it, it felt so right, it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I was becoming intoxicated off her, like a high proof liquor, my mind was gone and I was out of it, I wanted nothing more then to please the devil goddess. She sat back and spread her legs for me and I put my face in her groin and started kissing her pussy. I licked her lips and nibbled on her clit, I buried my tongue in her vulva and licked her ass hole lightly with my tongue.

She felt so good. She felt so right….

in pink 'powerpuff girls' panties, she said she was thirsty and i went out to pour her some water and i spiked it, i gave her to drink and after a while she collapsed on the floor,  i carried her to her room and i took off my shirt and my jeans and all that is left was my boxers, i started at her and my dig start hardening and growing and i start feeling horny, i pulled down her panty and i saw her pussy, she had a bit of hair on it  but i didnt care, i shoved my dick deep into his vagina, she groaned, after a while of some wild sex, i carried her to the bathroom and start fucking her in the tub of water again but this time, i felt that i about to ejaculate , i quickly pulled my dick out of her pussy and aim it at her face, i masturbate a bit and the cum shot out and ended up in her face, realising her parents and my parents are coming back, i quickly dressed her (i did some oral sex and some fingering on her before dressing her up) and then i put her in bed as though she was sleeping...and i babysitted a few times more after this time and i fucked her hard every time except that this time she was awake....by the way the girl is asian..

this story is purely fictional

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She gasped. "Of course. Don’t we always?"

"But today, I want you to be ready to play. I mean ready."

"What’re you getting at?"

"I want the house clean so you aren’t distracted."

"Okay." She didn’t have a problem with that.

"I want your ass cleaned out."

She nodded. There were lots of times she did on Sunday mornings just because.

"I want your nails painted and your pussy rinsed."

"Gotcha." None of these orders were any big deal. They both had more fun when everything started out clean.

She turned away to tuck some napkins into his lunch.

"I wasn’t finished giving you my orders." He said sternly.

She turned back to give him a look. He usually didn’t order anyone around, least of all her. In fact, this whole list of things to do was quite out of character. "I’m sorry…" she said.

He pinched her tit harder. She gritted her teeth.

"I want dinner ready."

"Okay…" she said timidly. This really wasn’t like him.

"Vacuum the floor."

She looked at him very strangely. What the hell was this?

"And dust everything. All 100 of those dishes and girly things. There will be a white glove test when I get home."

"What?" She studied the cupboard of tiny knickknacks and curios. She had over a hundred dishes and dolls on the shelves. "How am I supposed to dust all of them if I’m doing all the other things you asked me to do?"

She tried to twist away but he gripped her tit, too roughly this time.

"It takes over an hour alone for me to do the enema. You know that."

"You figure it out."

"And what if I can’t do everything?"

"Then you shall be punished."

"Punished? What the hell do you mean?"

He cupped her tit in his hand and bent forward to take her nipple in his mouth through the cotton of her shirt. He bit it. Hard.

She thought she would have found all of this a little offensive. It was too demanding of him. It was too passive for her to stand there and take it. He had her nipple clenched between his teeth, and yes, it was hurting immensely. She tried to back away. He reached between her legs and jammed his fingers invasively, right into her cunt.

Yes, she was seeping wet.

"If you haven’t done what I asked, then there is a separate torture for each offense."

"A separate torture for each offense?" She tried to imagine what he was thinking… Hot candle wax? Ramming his hand up her pussy? What exactly were the tortures he had in mind? He usually brainstormed quite inventive ways to force her body to new limits.

She mentally counted the tasks. He’d given her six things to take care of. No, seven. He wanted dinner when he came home.

She nodded, a devious smile playing on her lips. "So, do you want me to accomplish any of the things you asked, or do you want to spend the afternoon doing terrible things to my body?"

He laughed, then quickly caught himself. "You’d better do what I asked." He took his sack lunch and opened the front door. "Lock up. Oh, and after work, as soon as I unlock the door, I want to open it to find your legs spread and see you masturbating on the couch."

"How will I know when you’re going to get here?" she asked. He often worked overtime on Sundays.

"You won’t. So you’d better start playing at the earliest time you think I’ll make it and continue until I arrive."

She giggled. This promised to be an interesting day. She could accomplish most of the things he had asked, but all of them? That was going to take a fair piece of work.

She locked the front door after he left. Where to start? She usually went back to sleep for a bit, but she’d better get her ass in gear (literally!) or he would have to think too hard to decide on eight different ways to torture her. She grinned. What if she lounged around and read a book? Nah. This sounded like too much fun. She didn’t mind having a list of tasks to do. She loved a challenge.

She started with the enema. She never really knew how long it would actually take, but she enjoyed herself more if she had a couple hours afterward to recoup and for nature to absorb the extra moisture. She ran hot bath water into the tub, then filled the water bottle, attaching the white hose. She wet her hand and used the bar of soap to suds her asshole before inserting the nozzle. It slid inside, and she clenched against its invasion. She knelt in the tub, the red plastic bottle under her knee and used her weight to express the water through the hose and into her ass. She sighed as the water slowly filled her back cavity. She never held the first bottle very long.

A moment later, she stood to get out of the tub. Water dripped as she squatted on the toilet to push the water—and anything else—out. She flipped through a magazine and let nature take its course. She filled the water bottle again--nice warm water--and climbed back into the tub for round two.

By round three, her body got into it. The water rushed inside, the initial debris flushed out, and she invited the warmth all through her rectum. It flowed forward, expanding her intestine into the front part of her body. Her stomach cramped slightly as she waited for her body to adjust to the expanse of water. She’d found long ago that if she rubbed her clit while she filled herself to capacity with water, she could take more water and hold it longer. She’d also found that she could often climax with the water inside of her, or while she expelled the clean water into the tub. Sometimes she’d take her black dildo into the tub with her, fill the tub about half full, and fuck her cunt with the dildo while she waited to see if all the residue had worked its way out. Sometimes she’d finger fuck herself, using the soap to lubricate her pussy and ass, work the dildo into her asshole to make herself come and force anything left inside into the bathwater. Usually by round five, there wasn’t anything left to come out, and the whole rigorous experience left her panting and eager for the ass fuck that was certain to come when her man got home and learned that she was there for the taking. There was something about her asshole that got him going. He really liked her asshole.

Anticipating the day’s events made her as horny as ever. She worked her hips into a frenzied pace, jamming the black dildo, trying to take the edge off. The enema felt good. She cleaned the nozzle and stuck it into her cunt. Her vagina didn’t hold the water, but she pressed the sides of the bottle to flush out the cavity. The water was cool, and the contrast from the heat of the bathwater was a rush. She pinched her clitoris forward and used her right hand to flick, flick, flick against the enlarged tip. It excited her to see it this way--like a miniature dick, waiting to be sucked.

If only she could suck it herself.

Try as she might, relief did not come. She splashed around in the water and gripped herself several times, trying to force a climax. Nothing. Nada. That wasn’t like her! She could usually come on command! She glanced at the clock. Shit! It was already 4:00. She’d been messing with this enema far too long. She’d only finished two things on the list! She’d rinsed her ass and her pussy. What next?

She scrambled for a towel. She dried herself. Her fingers and toes puckered from being in the water so long, so she snatched the nail polish and remover from the cabinet--the next logical chore. She painted her fingernails deftly, then waved them around, blowing on them to dry. She didn’t have time!

The house was a mess. He was right. When it was cluttered, it distracted her. She couldn’t relax until it was clean. She couldn’t cook and leave that mess either. She had to start with the dishes from making his lunch. It was too early to vacuum. The tenant in the next apartment liked to sleep late.

She rushed through the kitchen. It seemed like the more she scrubbed, the more contrast there was to the places she hadn’t scrubbed, so she had to work fast and furious to get the job done. She polished the glass above the bathroom sink and sprayed the tub. She swept the floor into the rug. She’d get the crumbs with the vacuum in a bit. She glanced at her hands. She’d chipped her nails! They were as raggedy as ever after using the scrubber and messing with chemicals. She went back to the bathroom to do them again. The bed needed to be made. The vacuuming. Cooking dinner. There was still tons to do.

Inside the freezer there was nothing she wanted to eat. She pulled on some clothes and ran to the store. Thankfully, it was open 24 hours. She filled a blue basket and paid at the register. It was getting to be pretty late. She’d never get the cupboard clean. Never. Dusting her china went quick but not that quick. She liked to take a minute to polish each piece.

Her heart stopped when got back home from the store. His car was parked in the lot. He was home. How was that possible? She glanced at her watch. It wasn’t even 9:30!

He was seated on the couch, his erect dick in his hand. "Where were you?" he asked gruffly.

"I had to get some things at the store," she mumbled. "I didn’t think you’d be home."

"It was slow. They sent me home early."

That never happened. Not ever. How was she supposed to anticipate that?

He continued, "I had a chance to look over the house." He glanced at her small hands. "Well at least you painted your nails. Otherwise, it looks like you used the whole time to clean out your ass…"

"I straightened up a bit," I said defensively.

"You didn’t even make the bed."

"I didn’t think you’d be home."

"Obviously. Otherwise, like I ordered, you’d be here on the couch instead of me, finger-fucking that pussy of yours."

His voice had an aggressive quality that excited her. It was that same voice that he’d had the first time they’d been together that seduced her heart forever.

"So what’s my punishment?" she asked.

"Come suck my dick."

She put the bag of groceries on the table.

"Now, Bitch."

That wasn’t much of a punishment as she loved to suck him off, but his tone was different. She rushed over and knelt in front of him, taking his huge cock in her mouth. It was fully enlarged and pulsing, way too big for her to take all the way inside.

He pushed the back of her head, forcing his dick into her mouth further. "For not vacuuming the floor, I’m going to gag you with this thing."

She was glad she hadn’t eaten. He started ramming against the back of her mouth, filling her face. She tried to adjust her mouth to get a better angle, but he was hitting the soft palette at the top of her mouth. She choked. She never minded the choking, it happened. What she really craved was to satisfy them both and to deepthroat the entire eight inches. But so far, she’d never been able to.

"This will never do. Go lay on the bed with your mouth open."

She went into the room and lay on her back, dropping her head over the side of the bed, her mouth gaping open. He quickly straddled in front of her face and started to ram his black cock into her white throat. She gagged immediately, her body involuntarily buckling and a stream of piss shot down the leg of her pants. She clamped her right hand over her pussy, trying to pinch it in.

"I didn’t say you could touch that," he said.

She moved her hand away. He fucked her face again. She bucked against it and gasped for air. He grabbed her head and forced his way inside. He was being unusually rough. He slid fully into her throat. Oh my God!

It thrilled her. She loved to be his little slut. His whore.

Do it again!

When he pulled his dick out, a string of thick mucus from the top of her throat came with it. He let her breathe, then rammed again. She clenched her legs together, trying not to pee from the force of his slamming his dick into her throat. He watched her arch and he bent over to unzip her jeans. Her body had absorbed the last of the moisture from her ass enema and was trying to let it go. She needed to pee! He rammed again, way into her throat, and she gagged. A slight stream of yellow arched into the air.

"Rub your pussy," he directed.

He had his dick in her face. She started to rub her clit through her clothes. "Take off your pants and spread your legs. You know how I like you when I watch."

Straining to hold her mouth open so she wouldn’t accidentally bite, she kicked off her shoes and squirmed out of her pants. She spread her legs and started to rub. She was very wet, in part from the piss, but also excited. She wanted to comply with his orders but she knew if she did, she would climax, and then she would really squirt her load. She wasn’t looking forward to spending the afternoon cleaning the bedding.

He watched her and backed against the wall, stroking his dick right in front of her face. He used his other hand to find the flannel and rubber mat she used to keep the bed from getting too messy in times like this. He tossed it at her on the bed. She scrambled to unfold it and lay it out across the quilt she had made.

"Now fuck that pussy," he directed when she was done. He handed her the black dildo. "I found this by the tub. You didn’t clean up after yourself very well."

"I was letting it dry."

"Don’t talk." He masturbated in front of her. His black dick gleamed from the lubrication he kept by the bed. "You like this?"

She nodded.

"Well for not being on the couch masturbating when I came in, I’m going to have to tie you up, so you can’t touch it. You can only watch."

She obediently fucked herself with the latex cock while he found some pieces of rope to tie her legs to the legs of the bed. The dildo found an itch deep in her cunt and she had to rub it. "Ah, ah…" her breath started to catch as she hit the spot.

"Spread them more," he directed. He kept stroking his massive cock right in front of her face. He was really turning her on.

She opened her legs as far as they would go. She fucked her pussy with the smooth latex dick. She ready to come.

He sensed what she was up to. "Stop."

"What?"

"I said ‘Don’t talk!’"

She nodded.

"Stop fucking yourself."

She stilled her hand. She was going to come anyway. She felt the involuntary clench of muscles from her belly force the black cock out of her cunt. It shot over the edge of the bed like a missile.

He laughed, then covered it with his hand and grew serious. "For not having dinner ready when I came home, I’m going to slap that ass. But first, I’m going to fuck it."

He loosened the loops of rope off her ankles. She immediately drew them together to take away the strain of having them spread so wide. His dick bobbed with excitement.

"Turn around."

She crawled around on the bed. When her hands got to the area where her feet had been, he used the same ropes to tie her wrists. He stood behind her at the side of the bed where her face had been. He had her bent forward, her ass high in the air in front of him. She knew he was going to slip his own beautiful black dick inside that ass.

He did. He stood swinging his hips, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass, spreading her anus. He liked watching it gape open. He pushed her hips forward. "Arch your back."

She didn’t do it immediately, so he slapped her ass. "I said, ‘arch your back.’"

She tried her best. This was a trickier position than she expected it to be. When her body responded to the pulse of his hard-on pounding into her asshole, she liked to relax against it. Yet there he was, making her bend into a different angle, apparently because he liked the view and the way her flesh stroked his dick. But the arch made it tough for her to take the full length of his erection. She relaxed. He slapped her again.

She arched her back. He pounded against her. "You like that?" He asked.

She nodded.

Yes, she liked it!

He slapped her again. "Arch your back."

He pounded again. She pressed her hips back, right into his dick, feeling it worm invasively inside her rectum. Oooh--yes, she liked it.

She squirmed against the constraints on her wrists. She wanted to finger her pussy. This was one of her favorite positions, him deep inside her ass, pounding away, and she knew if she could get her hand loose to rub her throbbing clit, she would come. But her hands were tied.

She grinned. Now she knew where the expression had come from.

He slapped her again. Twice.

She arched her back.

"Now you’re getting the idea."

Oh she wanted to come! The beat of his pelvis hitting her ass cheeks and the thickness of his dick against all the muscles of her asshole made her about to scream. Oh, how she wanted to finger fuck herself so she could come!

"Is this what you want?" He leaned over her, his dick fully inside her, reaching around to flick at her clit. Oh yes! She opened her legs, grinding against his fingers. He was hard and demanding and she came, almost too hard, gripping his dick with her asshole as she did.

"Squirt it, Baby," he breathed in his hard, sexy way.

A stream of piss cascaded down around his hand, all over the rubber mat.

"There you go," he said.

"Now for not having the house dusted by the time I came home--I believe you have 100 knickknacks, and you didn’t have any done--I’m going to stick my hand up that asshole."

Oh my goodness! Even though he had loosened things up with his dick, she’d never been able to take his whole hand. Maybe a couple of fingers, yes the dildo, but never the whole hand. He slipped into a latex glove and splashed lubricant over his fingers. She parted her thighs and braced herself.

He wasn’t kidding. He slid his fingers deeper and deeper. He rounded out his hand, the thumb inside. She tried to relax. He pulled his hand away, wanting to see how big he had stretched out the hole. She tensed, and it tightened immediately, like a sea anenome pulling tendrils safe inside. He worked his fingers back against the hole, parting it, inserting again. She could feel him work his way deeper and deeper, and finally the gulp as the largest part past his thumb forced into her ass. The lubrication helped. Thank God for good lubrication. She arched her back and he was inside. She could feel a sense of relief. Was this the final punishment?

"I said 100 knickknacks, so I am going to ream this asshole 100 times."

She couldn’t believe what she heard. She’d never been able to take his hand before, and now he was going to jam it in a hundred times? She tried to relax. He started to stroke it in and out. Ow, ow, ow…she counted in her head.

It had to get better. But no, her body--which loved swallowing his eight-inch dick--started to fight against the foreign object. The muscles tensed. A cramp shot up her rectum. Ouch!

This was never going to happen. Never in a million years. Not 100 times. No way.

He started to laugh. "I’m just messing with you," he said, pulling his hand out. The pain subsided.

He reached around her and untied the knots. "Come on," he said, kissing her mouth, "let’s fuck." His dick throbbed against her leg.

She folded the rubber mat once and lay back on a dry spot. She opened herself to him, throwing her feet up over his shoulders as he leaned down to fuck her pussy. She started cumming.

Oh shit, how she loved this man.

she thought.

ooks so sexy and is only 19. Cheryl said, “Hi I’m Cheryl and you look good enough to eat.” Trish said, “Then eat me now.” I went to get some of my friends to join the party. They don’t need my drink. All my friends have tried sex with both boys and girls before. When I came in Cheryl joined Kelli, Janice, Todd, Justin and all the other young boys and girls. Cheryl was ready for sex with all of them.

I just saw John grab Todd’s penis with Cheryl watching. Ashley said, “I want to watch John and Todd suck each other’s penises Cheryl.” Todd doesn’t drive so his friend Alex agreed to take Cheryl, Todd and John somewhere private so they all could try a bisexual experience. Todd pushed John down to his penis. Cheryl, Courtney, Amy and Alex watched as John seemed to fight. John said, “I don’t want to suck you.” Cheryl was ready to have sex with the girls. She went to the car with Amy and Sarah. Cheryl was already naked and ready to kiss the girls.

John and Cheryl came in and I could tell the drink affected them. They were glassy-eyed. Cheryl said, “John I want sex with Victoria and you.” John took off his clothes and gave Cheryl some more of he drink. He felt her breasts and said, “Cheryl lets you and I have sex and then with her.” John took Cheryl’s blouse and bra off and began to massage her breasts. Cheryl said, “John I really want sex with Victoria and with Amy now.”

John and Cheryl got naked and John went to Cheryl’s vagina and sucked her until she had an orgasm. John said, “Cheryl I want to suck Victoria.” I came in and was naked. I said, “John and Cheryl I want sex with you both but I want John to suck my vagina until I have an orgasm.” Cheryl sat on the table with her blouse and panties on when Todd came in with his penis out. He rubbed his young penis against Cheryl’s vagina.

Cheryl took off her clothes and said, “Todd I know you are 18, but I want you to fuck me. I need your stiff erect penis in my vagina right now.” Todd was so nervous that he missed Cheryl’s vagina when he first tried to put his penis in her. Cheryl said, “Todd let me help put your penis in.” Cheryl guided Todd’s penis in her vagina and they pumped in and out. Cheryl experienced several orgasms before Todd ejaculated in her.

Cheryl got on her back and said, “Todd I want you to fuck me while you are on top of me and I want you to ejaculate in me many times.” Cheryl guided Todd’s 5” penis in her vagina and again Todd pumped in and out of Cheryl as she pumped up and down to meet him. Cheryl yelled, “Oh Todd your penis feels so good in me. Don’t stop.” I videotaped all of this. Todd sucked Cheryl’s breast. I knew he was about to ejaculate in her again. Cheryl said, “Todd I want your sperm.” Todd pumped two loads of his sperm in Cheryl’s vagina.

Cheryl had orgasm after orgasm. I want John to fuck me again. John was on the drug and I took both Todd and John’s penis as we are all naked. I want to see if they could have sex with each other. I want them to suck each other until they ejaculate. Sarah is 19 and knows about the drink.  She didn’t need one because she is bi-sexual and wants sex with John, Cheryl and anyone else who would like to fuck or suck her. She took pictures of Cheryl and Phil as they got ready for some sex. Amy who is 19 said, “Cheryl I want you to let my friend Robbie fuck you and then I want you to make love to me and suck my vagina and boobs.”

Cheryl said, “I would love to have sex with you with John watching us. Brent and John followed Cheryl into the bedroom. I think I’m going to see my first bi-sexual encounter with the guys. I hope they will have sex. Wow is this exciting. Cheryl got on John and guided his penis in her when Brent stuck his penis in John’s face. John immediately sucked his penis. Brent sat on John’s chest and pumped his penis in and out of John’s mouth as John pumped in and out of Cheryl’s vagina. This is so hot.

Brent said, “I’m going to cum.” Cheryl said, “John suck his sperm. Cheryl and I saw a huge penis. Robbie is only 19, but his penis must be at least 9” long. Cheryl said, “That would hurt me. It is so big. I want it.” Cheryl said, “Victoria I want to see if I can suck his penis first. Amy came in and sat with Cheryl as they looked at Robbie’s penis. Amy said, “Cheryl why don’t you suck his penis and then let him fuck you?”

Robbie said, “Cheryl I want to fuck you. I’ll go easy and not hurt you. Amy said, “Cheryl if you get on top of Robbie he won’t go in as deep and it won’t hurt because he won’t go in so deep. Cheryl tried it and loved it. Cheryl screamed, “Robbie you are so big and I love your penis in me. Robbie took his penis out of Cheryl and masturbated in her face. His sperm sprayed all over Cheryl’s face and breasts. She loved his sperm.

Amy caught Robbie’s sperm in her mouth. Cheryl wanted some sperm Later John, Cheryl and Chris met and John said, “Cheryl I want to watch you suck Chris’ penis and then I want to join you when he ejaculates.” Cheryl said, “John I don’t want him to fuck me. I want you to suck him. John pushed Cheryl down to suck Chris’s penis. She didn’t fight it at all. She wanted his penis in her mouth. Cheryl licked his shorts. John kissed Cheryl’s back as she licked Chris’ penis through his shorts. He yelled, ‘Oh Cheryl please suck my penis. I need to cum soon.”

Cheryl said, “John help me take Chris’ pants off. I have to see his penis.” John said, “Remember Cheryl we are going to share his penis and sperm.” Cheryl said, “I want to watch you suck his penis John. Chris sat in between John and Cheryl who felt his penis get erect. John and Chris began to French kiss. It was John’s first bi-sexual experience. Cheryl pulled Chris to her and they kissed as John ribbed Chris’ young penis. John said, “Cheryl Chris has an erection and I want to suck it.” Cheryl watched as John began kissing Chris’ body. John sucked Chris’ breasts and kept rubbing his young erect penis.

Cheryl took the rest of Chris’ clothes off and said, “John I want to see what his body looks like naked. I want him to fuck you and me.” Chris said, “John I have never felt another guy’s prick. I want yours. John said, “Chris help me get Cheryl naked. You will love her sexy body. I want you to have sex with her and we can both fuck her.” John went to Cheryl’s breasts and sucked her. Chris helped Cheryl get all her clothes off. Cheryl said, “Chris you’re not naked yet. Get undressed.” John and Chris kissed Cheryl’s thighs as all Cheryl had on now was her panties. I wanted to go over to them and suck all three of them.

Chris still had his pants on and John went to him to pull Chris’ pants off. John wanted to see what Chris’ penis looks like and suck his penis. Cheryl said, “John suck my vagina while I see what Chris’ penis tastes like. After I taste his pre-cum you can see if you want to suck his penis.” Cheryl took Chris’ penis out of his shorts. His penis is uncircumcised and he has almost no hair in his pubic area. I want to suck his penis. I have to wait my turn as Cheryl licked the pre-cum from his penis head.
Cheryl took Chris’ penis in her mouth as John continued to undress her. Cheryl sucked Chris’ penis and John said, “Cheryl I want to taste it too.” John sucked Cheryl’s vagina as Cheryl sucked as much of Chris’ penis as she could get into her mouth. Chris is 8” and she got it all in her mouth. John asked, “Cheryl do you like the taste of his penis? I want to try him.”
Cheryl said, “John I like your penis but his penis tastes so good. John lets see if we can both suck his penis. When he ejaculates we can share it.” Cheryl and John pulled Chris’ shorts off to both suck his penis. Cheryl and John went to Chris’ penis and licked his penis before John took Chris’ penis into his mouth. John could taste Chris’ pre-cum.

John said, “Cheryl Chris’ pre-cum tastes good. I want to try his sperm.” Cheryl masturbated Chris’ penis hoping to get him to ejaculate in her mouth. John said, “Remember Cheryl we agreed to share his sperm.” Cheryl said, “Ok John but you have to be quick. I want his sperm first.”
Chris said, “Cheryl I want to fuck you with John sucking your cunt and with him licking my prick. I’ll tell you when I’m going to cum.” John licked Cheryl’s vagina and Chris’ penis as Chris fucked Cheryl. As Chris, Cheryl and John were enjoying having sex with each other, Todd came in and sucked Cheryl’s breasts. I need to join them soon. Cheryl said, “John while I suck Chris’ penis I want you to fuck me from behind.” John guided his penis in her vagina from behind and fucked. John said, “Chris you have to let me know before you ejaculate in her.” Cheryl kept sucking Chris’ young penis and John continued fucking Cheryl from behind. I know Chris will have to ejaculate soon.

I couldn’t believe it when Chris guided his penis in John’s ass while John fucked Cheryl. John said, “Chris your penis is too big and it hurts.” They cleaned up and Cheryl and John went to Chris’ penis. Cheryl took his penis and masturbated it as John looked on waiting for sperm. Chris ejaculated all over Cheryl’s chest and breasts. This is awesome.

John said, “Cheryl I want some of his sperm too.” John licked Cheryl’s breasts that have a lot of Chris’ sperm on them. Cheryl said, “Oh John his sperm tastes so much better than your sperm.” Cheryl took Chris’ penis in her mouth and John sucked Cheryl’s breasts that were covered with Chris’ sperm. He sucked them clean of sperm. I left the room as John licked all over Cheryl’s breasts. He really liked the taste of Chris’ sperm. I want him to suck a penis without Cheryl around.

John licked Chris’ sperm as it dripped down Cheryl’s breasts and chest. Cheryl licked the sides of Chris’ penis to get all his sperm. John sucked sperm off her breasts. Cheryl and John are true lovers of sperm. While Cheryl took a shower John met 3 boys who were naked. John went to each boy and sucked their penis. Cheryl watched John and the boys. I watched Cheryl and 4 boys get naked when John came to them naked. He got on his knees and sucked the first boy’s penis as Cheryl watched.

The boys are all Cheryl’s high school students who drank my drink. John sucked another boy’s penis. Cheryl kept hugging them and watching. John went to the next boy and sucked his young erect penis. John tasted pre-cum on the penis head of each of the boys penis. He loved the taste. John wondered why none of them ejaculated in his mouth. He was to find out when he sucked Cheryl’s vagina after he sucked each boy’s penis. John finished sucking each of the 4 penises. Cheryl said, “John now I want you to suck my vagina. All the boys ejaculated in me earlier.”

I met Cheryl, Amy and John. John was dressed and he said, “Victoria I want to watch you and the girls have sex.” He finger fucked me first. Cheryl and Amy hugged and kissed. John finger fucked me to an orgasm. Amy and Beth met Cheryl and John at a nudist beach. They played in the water before they had sex. I videotaped the action to watch later. Amy and Beth got out of the water and took off their clothes. John rubbed Amy’s young ass and Cheryl took Beth’s sexy teenage ass in her hand.

John guided his penis into Amy’s vagina from behind. Beth is all of 5’ tall and maybe 100 pounds. Cheryl said, “Beth I want to suck you vagina.” They went to the hotel and got in bed. John sucked Cheryl’s vagina as Cheryl has her first bi-sexual encounter and sucked Beth’s vagina. Cheryl, Amy and Beth got in a circle on the bed. Cheryl sucked Amy’s vagina. Amy sucked Beth’s vagina and Beth sucked Cheryl’s vagina. All the girls had multiple orgasms as they sucked each other for hours. Cheryl, Amy and Beth went to Cheryl’s home and got in bed to continue their bi-sexual experience. They sucked each other again and again.

Cheryl met Janice and Kelli who also drank my mix. They dressed in sexy green gowns. I hope they can have sex with each other. Janice and Kelli got undressed. Kelli said, “Cheryl we want to try on some of you other sexy clothes and then have sex with you.” I watched them put on a sexy outfit of a blue suit. They didn’t wear any underwear except a thin camisole that showed their cleavage. Janice and Kelli bought sexy outfits of their own. The outfits are thin see-through clothes. They didn’t wear panties and no bra. I love it.

The girls wore tiny mini skirts and nothing else. Kelli and Cheryl want to have sex on the living room floor. Janice wants to go to the bedroom. Janice and Laura convinced Cheryl to go to the bedroom with them. They got naked and went to bed. I hope they want sex with each other. Cheryl met two more sexy teenage girls. She wore her mini skirt and they wore mini skirts too. None of them wore any underwear. They are hot. Sara and Lisa had Cheryl drive them to Sara’s parents’ home. Her parents are on vacation for a month. I hope they will have bi-sexual sex today.

Cheryl got naked while the girls left their panties on. Cheryl went to each of the girls and finger fucked them to an orgasm. Cheryl said, “Girls lets take a shower together and then lets go to bed and see how our vaginas and breasts taste.” They got undressed. They got in bed almost naked. The teenagers look good enough to eat and I hop Cheryl will suck their breasts and vaginas. Courtney, Allison and Cheryl went to the private patio and got naked. The girls began to explore each other’s vaginas and breasts and sucked them.

Allison sat on Cheryl’s face and Cheryl sucked her young vagina. They switched position and Cheryl sucked Courtney’s vagina as Allison sucked Cheryl’s vagina. Courtney had her second orgasm. Laura and Stacy join Cheryl I the bedroom. Stacey sucked Cheryl’s vagina until Cheryl had an intense orgasm. Cheryl yelled, “Oh, don’t stop.” Cheryl sucked Courtney’s vagina as Stacey guided a dildo into Cheryl’s vagina. Stacey pumped in and out of Cheryl’s vagina like a penis. Cheryl met two more teenage girls who are bi-sexual without a drug. Ally and Kelly got Cheryl to take off her clothes except panties. They kissed.

They got in bed together and Cheryl sucked Kelly’s young 32A breasts. I still want to have Cheryl come off the drug and watch the video. I want Cheryl to have sex with John and me without being under the drug. I want John to suck a penis with Cheryl watching him. Cheryl sucked Ally’s vagina from behind as Ally sucked Allison’s vagina. They all sucked each other to multiple orgasms again. The drug wore off Cheryl as she was sucking Allison’s vagina. Cheryl was startled and screamed, “What am I doing here. I’m not a lesbian.”

Allison said, “Cheryl you have been having bi-sexual sex all week.” Allison said, “Victoria has video of all your fun times with us girls.” Cheryl said, “I don’t remember any of this.” She sat on Ally’s face.” Ally sucked Cheryl’s vagina with Allison sucking Ally’s vagina. John’s drug hadn’t worn off when Cheryl came into the bedroom with John sucking my vagina. Cheryl screamed, “John what are you doing?”

I said, “Cheryl you and John have been having bi-sexual sex with many teenage boys and girls. John doesn’t realized he had sex with me.” I said, “Cheryl after you see the video of you and John having sex with both boys and girls I want you to suck my vagina.” Cheryl asked, “How did this happen?” I said, “I guess you and John like sex with others.” The last scene I videotaped was when John and Cheryl sucked my hot vagina as Robbie fucked me. When he ejaculated John and Cheryl shared his sperm. They sucked the sperm out of my vagina and his penis. John and Cheryl watched the video on their computer. They got excited and Cheryl said, “John I guess we are bisexual and should do this again.”

yle="font-size: 10pt">“Girls, would you like to go upstairs and see the surprises I bought for you today?”

They all nodded and quickly climbed out. They toweled off and I followed them through the house and up to my bedroom. Watching their bare backsides while I thought about what was going to happen aroused me further. I so desperately wanted to fulfill the next part of my plan while also wanting to prolong the adventure.

The girls entered my room and stood together waiting. I walked to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Come girls, make yourselves comfortable.” My 3 willing participants climbed onto the bed and assumed various poses as they reclined. I smiled at them and could see the looks of question and anticipation. I opened the drawer of my nightstand and took out “the package”. Their eyes followed it as I opened the bag and produced our new toys. They looked at the 2 dildos. One was a 7” long thin vibrator and one a 6” penis. I sat on the edge of the bed and said “I listened when you said that you sometimes play with your mother’s toys. I guessed that toys like these were what you were referring to. Was I right?”

They nodded. The girls were so quiet now, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted. This only increased my desire to do more!

“I’d like you to show me what you like to do when you play with them. Would you do that for me?”

The girls didn’t react quickly so I offered “Don’t be shy . . . or would you rather have me tell you what I’d like to see?”

They looked at each other, then back at me and nodded.

“Okay, I don’t mind. Jenny, would you choose one and show me how you use it to pleasure Amy?”

She reached over and selected the long thin vibrator. Amy said “No, use the other one.” as she lay on her back.

Jenny moved between her sister’s legs and lay on her tummy. She watched as her sister started to rub and finger her lips and clit. When Amy moved her hand away Jenny leaned forward and started to lick her sister. She moved her hand in and slipped a finger between her sister’s lips, and slowly pushed it in.

Kellie was moving across the bed towards me. When she was beside me she reached out and put her hand around my erection. “Can I suck on it now grampa?”

Oh what the fuck! It’s what you really want, isn’t it? “Okay honey. . .”

She opened her mouth and moved to me and slowly slipped her lips down and her moist small mouth felt wickedly wonderful. She moved up onto her knees and I let my hand slowly slide from her hair down her back until it reached her bottom. I gently stroked her backside, tempted to go further.

Jenny was pulling away from her sister and I could see that she was preparing to penetrate her with our new toy. She used the head of it to separate Amy’s lips, and moved it up and down, lubricating it, before slowly putting it inside of her. Amy had her eyes closed and was making soft sounds of pleasure.

Kellie asked “Am I doing it right?”

“Yes honey, you feel wonderful. . .” I was caught up in the moment and couldn’t resist. While I watched Jenny begin to stroke our new toy ever deeper into Amy, I let my hand slide lower. As it slid over Kellie’s cheeks I moved it between her cheeks. My finger lightly grazed her anus and lingered, with just a little pressure, and then I moved it down and began to finger her lips. She moaned and the result was wonderful. She had stopped moving her head and just sucked her breath in and out. I found her little hood and searched for her preteen clit.

Jenny had pushed her penis all the way into her sister and was now beginning to pleasure her with her mouth. Amy brought her hands to her sister’s head and was running her fingers through her hair.

I was losing it and started to penetrate Kellie with a finger. I pushed it in to the first knuckle, she was so tight! I slowly stroked in and out, in and out. She was responding by moving up and down on my cock. I knew I had to remove my hand from Kellie’s pussy or I wouldn’t be able to stop. I withdrew my finger and she protested as I gently pulled her off of me and laid her on her back. I looked at Jenny fucking her sister and reached for our other toy. I put it in my mouth to make it moist and moved down towards Kellie. Without hesitating she opened her legs and I put the tip against her. She closed her eyes and I slowly moved it forward, spreading her virginal lips and held it there without penetrating her.

Jenny was working on Amy, slowly working her penis in and out while tonguing her sister. I broke the trance and said “Amy, trade places with your sister. Pleasure her like she’s pleasuring you.”

Jenny slowly pulled her penis from her sister and rolled over onto her back. She handed it to Amy who moved between her sister’s legs and returned the favor. She began by going down on her, licking her, sticking her tongue between her lips and moving up to her clitoris. She pulled back and began to tease her sister with the penis, sliding the tip up and down her lips. “Put it in me!” Amy pushed it forward, and slowly kept pushing until it was all the way in. She began to stroke it into and out of her sister.

I looked down at Kellie and she was watching me watch her sisters. I asked her “Are you ready?” She nodded in ascent. I began to penetrate her with my toy, slowly pushing it into her. She closed her eyes and I could see a slight grimace on her face. But I persisted and proceeded with the penetration. When it was about half of the way in I began to pull it out and her hands moved to mine and stopped me.

“Don’t pull it out!” she pleaded.

“Don’t worry honey, I won’t. Why don’t you hold it and do yourself?”

I took my hand away and she now held it and began to fuck herself. I so wanted to move between her legs and lick and kiss her bare young treasure but lust for her was not overcoming my desire to take her sister.

I moved to Amy and ran my hand down her back. My hand went between her legs and a finger went between her lips. I brought it to my lips and tasted her. I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Please, let me take over.” She pulled off of her sister and I reached down and began to work the dildo in and out of Jenny. I could feel the pressure that her cunt was applying to it as it struggled, trying to stay in and resisted as I pushed forward. My lust had grown strong and I couldn’t wait any longer. I told Jenny to take hold of the dildo and pleasure herself.

I moved Amy aside and had her lay on her back. I licked at her lips and worked her clit. I raised my head and kissed my way up towards her breasts. I was kneeling between her legs and my dick was twitching as it brushed her thigh. I reached down and held my cock as I guided it towards her opening. “Let’s see if you like a real one more than you like a toy. . .” I pushed forward and entered her. I was beyond all hope as I felt her velvety insides accept my member. I slowly pushed forward and her reaction was to throw her head back as she moaned. I entered her completely and held still. Then I began slow deliberate strokes as I fulfilled what I thought was my deepest desire. My god it felt wonderful! I thought that I wouldn’t be able to last long but I was wrong! I continued to fuck, but now that I had achieved this goal I discovered that it wasn’t enough! “Oh honey, you feel great! But I don’t want to be selfish. We have to share with your sisters.”

I soon realized that the devil has only been toying with me. . .

I looked over my shoulder and saw Jenny watching us, her hand between her legs. And next to her was Kellie, wide eyed and looking at me. I withdrew from Amy and moved towards them. I heard myself say “Now it’s your turn. . .”

I went to Kellie and stroked her leg from her knee up her thigh till I reached her young pussy. I leaned down and took in her beauty as I began to lick her. I pulled out her toy and set it aside. I knew I shouldn’t but the lust was in control. My hands spread her legs as my tongue spread her lips and I knew that I was more lost than ever! I put my hands under her and drew her bottom up off of the bed. She was so small, so light! I used my tongue to enter her! I wanted to be inside of her! Then I didn’t know what I wanted . . . I searched out her little clit and made love to it . . . was it for her pleasure or mine? I didn’t know if she could climax or not, but I was going to do everything I could to find out. I let her down to free my hands and used my finger to enter her again. This time I didn’t stop the penetration until my finger entered her fully! I worked it slowly in and slowly out while my mouth was concentrating on her now engorged little clit. I don’t know how long it took but I could feel her tense as she had what I guessed was her first orgasm! I kept my finger deep inside of her as I held my tongue to her. Then I felt her go limp.

I rose up and looked over to Jenny. Without a word I moved to her and was determined to have her next. As I moved towards her she pulled out her dildo and spread her legs. I brought my mouth to her little cunt and tasted her arousal. I inserted a finger and began to work her clit with my tongue. Emboldened I went to two fingers. She was so very tight, much more so than Amy. The thought of that took me over the edge. I moved up and said “Now it’s your turn!” I moved my rock hard cock to her virgin lips and moved it up and down to get it wet and then aligned it with her opening. I slowly pushed forward and she let out a gasp as the tip of my dick penetrated her. Oh man, she was so fucking tight. I took small strokes, working more and more of myself into her. I knew I couldn’t last much longer, the lust was overwhelming! Then I was all the way in, holding still, savoring the moment. I pulled almost all the way out and hesitated before pushing hard, entering her again. I began long slow strokes, all the way in and almost all the way out, and then I began to quicken my pace. There would be no holding out now . . . I was so keyed up I knew that I couldn’t last. It only about 20 long strokes before I climaxed! I pushed myself in as far as I could and held it there as I felt spurt after spurt enter her! The feeling was spectacular! I hadn’t experienced this kind of excitement and satisfaction in so long! I pulled out of her and rolled over onto my back. I just closed my eyes and savored the feeling.

Kellie said “What about me grandpa, do I get a turn?”

My penis was shrinking, thankfully, so I smiled and said “I would give you a turn honey, but look what happens after a man cums. I’m not hard enough to do it to you.”

“Can you make it hard again?”

“I have to get aroused, you know, turned on.”

“Would it get hard again if I played with it?” She crawled towards me and took my limp dick in her hand. She stood it up and leaned forward, lips open, and was able to get it all in her little mouth. She sucked on me and began to raise and lower her head, willing me to grow. Well, that did it. I started to get hard again.

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foot hurts.”

He kissed her foot and saw her thighs up to her vagina. She sat on the couch and wrapped her legs around John’s thighs. Victoria wore a sexy nightgown and said, “John I want to see your body naked.” John took off his shirt. She felt his erection.

Victoria took off her clothes, except her bra and panties. John took off his pants. He has a pair of shorts on with an erection. Victoria said, “John lets go to your house and see if we can have sex.” John said, “Victoria you are much too young for that.” Victoria and John sat on the bed. She grabbed his penis through his pants. I could tell John has an erection that Victoria rubbed.

John and Victoria went back to her house. This time John reached into her camisole and massaged her firm breasts. Victoria said, “John rub my thighs and finger fuck my vagina.” John put his hand between her legs and found her hot vagina. She took off her panties as John finger fucked her wet vagina. She said, “Oh John that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

Victoria’s parents told her they would be home in 10 minutes. She and John went outside where John finger fucked her again. That night Victoria’s parents went out and John took his shorts down. His penis popped out and he finger fucked her again. John took Victoria to the couch and slipped his hand in her bra while he was naked. He massaged her young breasts again.

They kept going back and forth between houses when her parents came home. John kept her breasts in his hands. I had cameras in every room. John took off his clothes. Victoria went to the kitchen. John massaged her sexy breasts again. Victoria said, “Cheryl I wanted John to kiss me and feel my body when I turned 13. I couldn’t get John to notice my young body.”

I turned on the camera in time to watch Victoria take off her camisole with John dressed on the couch next to her. It didn’t take long before John got on his knees in front of her. He rubbed her thighs and got to her vagina and finger fucked her. Victoria took off her shirt while John kept finger fucking her. John has an erection. I hope he doesn’t fuck Victoria.

They came back to our house and Victoria got on the bike. John put his hand up her mini skirt and in her panties to finger her. They went back to Victoria’s house when I came home. I turned on the camera in time to wee John put his hand in her bra again. She said, “John I want to see your penis. I’d like to see what it tastes like.” He said, “Victoria let’s go to your bed and fuck.”

Victoria said, “John wait until next month when I’ll be 18.” I guess they will have sex soon. John fingered her vagina again.

Today is Victoria’s 18th birthday. She came into the living room with just her shorts and panties on. John took off his shorts. Victoria said, “John lets go to my bedroom and see what happens.” I started the tape recorder to record their sex.

John said, “Victoria lets not do anything we will be sorry for.” They went to the living room and John finger fucked her again. Victoria wants John to fuck her. She wore a sexy dress without panties. She hugged John. She reached in his shorts to his penis. John said, “Victoria lets wait until next week and think about what we should do.” She said, “John I want you to fuck me.”

She spread her legs to show John her wet vagina. John took his shorts down. He has to have sex with her. He has an erection. Victoria said. “John I know you want to have sex with me. I want sex with you. Please fuck me John.” He said, “I cannot.”

Victoria lifted her skirt and showed John her vagina. She said, “John I’m ready for you to fuck me. I need your penis in me.” John took all his clothes off and I think maybe I’ll get to see him fuck Victoria finally. John reached to take off Victoria’s dress.

Victoria still had her panties on. She said, “John please take my panties off me and suck my vagina if you won’t fuck me.” They went back to Victoria’s room. John got behind her and hugged her. He wrapped his arms around her with an erection. She said, “John please don’t tease me. I have to suck your penis and I want you to fuck me.” He said, “You’re too young.”

Victoria sat on the bed naked while John masturbated. I hope he decides today is the day to have sex with her and fuck her. She got in bed and John came to her with his erection. I watched as John finally fucked her. He pumped in and out of her. Victoria said, “John please don’t stop fucking me. This feels so good. I want you to cum in my vagina.” John kept fucking her. Victoria sat on the side of the bed and guided John’s penis back into her vagina. John pumped in and out as she had an orgasm.

A few weeks later Victoria and John were in our living room. Victoria wore a mini skirt and masturbated John. Victoria changed clothes and went back to the living room as John sat in a chair and masturbated. Victoria stood to watch. As John masturbated Victoria took off her skirt. She said, “John don’t ejaculate. I want you to fuck me again. Ejaculate in me.” She went to John and masturbated him. She said, “John I want to feel you ejaculate in my hand and I want to taste it.”

Victoria put on a sexy outfit. Her mini skirt was 9” above her knees. Her vest showed her sexy firm breasts. John got up with his erect penis sticking straight at Victoria’s vagina. Victoria said, “John put your penis in my vagina again.” John got behind Victoria and fucked her. He pumped in and out of her vagina. She said, “Oh John fuck me and cum in me.”

Victoria pumped along with John. She yelled, “John this feels so good. Fuck me again and don’t stop. I want your sperm in me.” John said, “Victoria your vagina feels so good on my penis. I have to ejaculate in you soon.” He pumped in and out of her. I watched them fuck and I could tell John was about to ejaculate in her. John yelled, “Victoria get ready, I’m going to ejaculate.”

Victoria said, “John fuck me from the front. I want to see you ejaculate all over my pubic hair/” He ejaculated on her vagina. John got on his knees in front of Victoria. He said, “You have sperm between your legs. Don’t let it go to your vagina.” Victoria said, “John I please fuck me some more. I want your sperm to go into my vagina. I won’t get pregnant.”

John said, “Victoria get dressed. We shouldn’t be doing this.” She asked, “John don’t you like having sex with me?” He pulled his pants on and said, “Victoria I love having sex with you, but you are still much too young to have sex with me.” They were dressed and went into the kitchen. I watched as they looked at each other. They look like they will fuck again.

Victoria said, “John if you enjoyed sex with me, lets get naked again and I want to suck your penis while you suck my vagina.” John said, “Victoria we have to stop this.” She asked, “John why should we stop? I thought you liked having sex with me.” She said, “John finger fuck me again and see how horny I am.” He finger fucked her and said, “Victoria I want to fuck you.”

They went to the bedroom naked. Victoria took John’s penis and masturbated him. He said, “Victoria I want to fuck you again.” John got on top of Victoria and pumped his penis in and out of her mouth. Victoria sucked his penis and he ejaculated in her. John moved down to Victoria’s vagina up side down and he pumped in and out of her vagina. He ejaculated in her vagina.

John moved on top of Victoria and pumped in and out again. He yelled, “Victoria I’m going to ejaculate in you again.” Victoria said, “John I love your sperm in my vagina and I want you to ejaculate in my vagina many more times.” Victoria sat up and guided John’s penis back into her young vagina. She said, “John I hope you can ejaculate in me again.”

I had multiple orgasms as I watched John fuck and ejaculate in Victoria’s vagina. I want John to fuck me as many times. John said, “Victoria lets shower and clean the sperm off your vagina.” John got naked and helped Victoria get in the shower. After they showered Victoria said, “John I want you to fuck me again. If you ejaculate in me, I want you to suck my vagina.” John said, “Victoria I always wondered what sperm would taste like when I suck a vagina. I will ejaculate in you again.” John massaged Victoria’s breasts and guided his penis into her vagina again. He ejaculated a huge load of sperm in her vagina.

Victoria said, “Ok John now you have to suck my vagina. It is full of your sperm.” John licked his sperm off her thighs. Victoria came with us on vacation. She sat in the patio and John stood in front of her with an erection pointing at her face. They went to the bedroom and John guided his penis into her vagina and pumped his sperm into her vagina again. I cannot believe how many times John ejaculated in Victoria’s vagina. I got a closer look at Victoria’s sperm covered body.

John and Victoria went to another hotel. John held Victoria and slipped his hand into her panties and found her very wet. They went to the hot top. Victoria said, “John please fuck me one more time before we get into the hot tub. Ejaculate in me.” John went to Victoria’s room and she took his clothes off him. She had a mini dress on without a bra or panties. She is hot.

Victoria said, “John lets go to my parents’ bed. It is bigger and we will have more room.” She took John’s penis to suck. John turned Victoria over and guided his penis into her vagina. He pumped in her vagina from behind and ejaculated in her again.

I turned on the camera again and Victoria and John were in bed. I watched as they fell asleep. I want to suck them both. Victoria woke up and masturbated him while he slept. She masturbated John and he ejaculated while he slept. Later that week Victoria and John were in different beds. Victoria finger fucked herself while John masturbated.

John said, “Victoria we shouldn’t have had sex. If Cheryl knew we were having sex, she would hate both of us.” I didn’t know Victoria knew I had a camera running. She said, “John see that over there? Cheryl is watching us having sex.” She said, “John Cheryl has been watching us for about a month now. She wants to join us.” I asked, “Cheryl is that right?” Victoria and John went to the couch. She said, “John she can hear you, but cannot respond. She is at your house right now.”

John said, “Victoria lets give her something to see. I want to fuck you again. Cheryl I hope you like it when I fuck Victoria.” I wanted to go to her house and join them. I watched on the camera as John and Victoria fucked until they had orgasms. Victoria got into the hot tub and John kissed her while he finger fucked her again. John loves to finger fuck her young vagina. Victoria masturbated herself to an orgasm and John went to his knees to suck her vagina. He sucked her vagina for over an hour. She sat at the table and John kissed her young breasts. Victoria said, “John lets invite Cheryl to join us later.”

Victoria wore a sexy mini dress. Her breasts look so good. I have to see if she is bisexual. I know I could suck her breasts. John and Victoria got on their knees facing each other. John said, “Victoria lets give Cheryl a show and fuck again.” Victoria said, “Ok John, but I want to get on top of you.” She got on top of John and guided his penis deep inside her vagina. Victoria rolled over on her back and guided John into her vagina again. She said, “John ejaculate your sperm in my vagina again.”

Victoria told me she and John went to a nudist beach to fucked on the beach. I have to get together with them for sex. Victoria said, “Cheryl John loves to fuck me. When I was 13 I had an orgasm finger fucking myself pretending it was John fucking me.” Victoria said, “Cheryl you should’ve been with us. John fucked me on the beach. After he ejaculated he sucked my vagina.”

I turned on the video and saw Victoria, John and Sarah in the living room. John said, “Cheryl I want you to join us for sex.” I watched the tape and John massaged Victoria’s gorgeous pert breasts with Sarah watching. I need to join them all. John, Victoria, Laurie and two girls I don’t know got together for an orgy. Victoria’s ass is so sexy and I want to suck her cheeks.

The four girls raped John. I guess you cannot call it rape. Rape is forced. John didn’t look like he was forced to have sex. John fucked all four of the girls. After he ejaculated in each of them they took turns sucking sperm off his penis. I was shocked when I saw the tape and John sucked Victoria’s vagina after her bisexual boy friend ejaculated in her vagina.

I will tell you what happened when I finally caught them having sex in the next story. I will tell you that I joined them in a fantastic orgy.

d to the door, everyone else had left too give me space for the two hours he was going to be here. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. He was so hot. He was about 30 with deep blue eyes short blonde hair and a strong physique.

"Hi. It's Alice right?"

he extended a strong hand and I shock it, the contact made my heart leap.

"uummm...Yes! thats me. please come in"

I lead him to the kitchen table, it had been all set up for the lesson, I sat down and felt a little dizzie as he sat down and pulled the chair right beside me. He was so perfect like a greek god and he smelt so good.

"ok where will we start"

I jumped I had been day dreaming.

"well I need the most help with english lit at the moment...mostly shakespeare"

he smiled and his whole face lit up. He laughed a little and produced a copy of 'A Midsomer Nights Dream'.

"well thats as good a place as any"

He began to read and explain what the play was about to me. It was all so funny and romantic that I got swept up in it and in a moment of courage I slid my hand onto his knee and leaned in giving him a good view of my pert breasts. I heard his breath catch in his throat as his fingers slid into mine. I looked into his beautiful eyes and he kissed me hard pulling me into his arms my body pressed to his. I moaned a little and wrapped m arms around his waist. He pulled away suddenly.

"we can't. I hardly know you...and you are only 17. I would feel so bad about it"

This time I kissed him just as hard as he had kissed me as i climbed onto his lap.

"I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my whole life. I know I am only 17 but I know I can please you. All I ask is that you let me"

He bit his lip and smiled at me again picking me up. He threw me down on the couch and kneeled beside me kissing  down to my cheast. He pulled off my Tank top and unhooked my bra. He grabbed my breasts and began sucking and licking them. Taking one nipple between his teeth he bit it softly at first and them harder and harder till I was moaning hard.

I could feel his manhood pressing against my hip and I reached down. I unbuckeled his belt and them unzipping his jeans I slide my hand in and freed his throbbing memeber. I looked down and the biggest cock I had ever seen looked back up at me. It had tobe at least 9 inches long and anothe inch and a half wide. It pulsed in my hand and grew another inch or so as I began to strooke it.

"damnalice that feels so fucking good"

he moand loudely and began to pull at my skirt till he was able o slide his hand along my thigh and up to my allready wet pussy. He slide one and then two fingers into my tight slight. His breathing got heavier as I began to work his now rock solid cock faster. I bit his ear and wishpered

"fuck me right now"

He growled deeply and pulled me ontop of him. I positioned myself above him and he pulled me down hard onto his huge cock. I felt as though I was going to burst, It was so good and so sore at the same time. We rolled onto the floor and he pushed himself ontop of my pinning my leg behind his shoulder as he fucked me harder.

"you are so fucking tight Alice I think I am going to explode"

I moan and moaned till I could hardly breeth my body pulsing with heat and desire. I dug my nails into his cheast and dragged them down hard leaving lond red marks behind them.

"fuck me harder fuck me fuck me fuck me"

I was screaming now as he plunged so deep inside me it felt like he would poke out of my belly button. I could feel my little slit tighten around him as I began to cum.

"I'm cumming I'm cumming harder harder please harder"

I felt him tense up above me

"I'm cumming too Alice fuck"

he pulled out and exploded all over my nearly naked pussy. I smiled up at him as I began to massage my jizz soaked hole. He kissed me softly and then glanced up at the clock.

"come on little miss its only 1 and we have all of the second act to finish"

I giggled and and put my clothes back on. To this day I can still remember ever word of the second act.
 

="" bookman="">The new family next door, the Whites, really didn't fit into the neighborhood.

          It bothered Jo that she should feel this way about them.  For apart from their color—the Whites were black—they fit the neighborhood quite well.  Perhaps, for their five-bedroom house was large, their cars expensive, they would have made an even better fit in a more upscale neighborhood—a Bel Air rather than a Brentwood, a Flintridge rather than a La Canada, an Anaheim Hills rather than an Anaheim.

          Not that she had any aspirations of her own to move further up the ladder.  Her house was perfect—thank you very much—it sat on a third-of-an acre lot—and now that her husband was gone and her daughter away at college, it was just a bit more than she could handle.

          Mr. White—she did not yet know his first name—drove a huge Lincoln—a realtor's car, and Jo surmised that he owned his own business.  He was often away for days at a time and whenever his car turned up in his driveway, he would be on the cell phone in a conversation that often went on long after he was parked.

          Marge White drove a sporty two-seater Mercedes.  The car looked small on her, for she was a big woman, broad tipped, and ample bosomed. "I's a big woman all over," she said once in a put-on ghetto accent for she normally spoke perfect English.

          The Whites had their groceries delivered for the most part; Jo always went to the store herself. She'd done so even when her husband was alive, and now, of course, she couldn't afford to do anything else.

          Jo loved her own house with its backyard pool, though the daily cleaning the pool required could be a chore.  The Whites had both a terraced outdoor pool and an indoor swim-in-place.  She could occasionally glimpse shadowy figures through the frosted glass.

          The Whites had a 14 or 15-year-old son named Noble who went to the local high school.  At least, she supposed he did.  The boy didn't seem to have made any friends yet, so she couldn't be sure whether he was in high school or middle school.

          There was a second son, also, much older, who put in the occasional rare appearance, usually in a full-dress army uniform.

          He could have been Mrs. White's brother, of course, rather than her son.  Jo really didn't have any way of knowing.  In fact, given the number of months the Whites had lived next door to her, it was amazing how little she knew about them.

          This bothered her.  She knew all her other neighbors but not the Whites.  She wasn't a racist, she knew that.  She'd gone to school with Hispanics and although she hadn't actually dated any of them, they'd been friends.

          No, her not knowing them was simply another part of the grief process, her almost-complete withdrawal from society after her husband’s death.  This was a pity, for she was still a relatively young woman albeit one with a college age daughter, and her body still firm and desirable was simply going to waste. 

          The time came—it was inevitable that it would--when she and Mrs. White pulled into their driveways one morning at almost the same moment.  When Jo got out of the car to carry her groceries in the house, there was Mrs. White to give her a hand. And from then on it was Marge and Jo.

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The Whites had not been well-to-do long, Marge confided.  But they had been moving steadily upward during the past decade.  "It's the Internet.  Joe doesn't understand how it works or even how to hook up our own computer, but he's really made it pay off for us."

          Jo wasn't sure just how the Internet had paid off for the Whites or what it was they sold exactly.  But she knew it had made Marge very happy.  The White's house was the proof.  "Each of our houses has been bigger and better.  And the neighborhoods.  This is such a wonderful place to live.  And the schools are excellent." 

          Thus it was that Jo learned the names of the White's two sons, Noble the youngest who lived at home and had just started high school, and Ronald who had graduated and was in the Marines.

          She also started to meet Marge's friends, most of whom were left over from the previous neighborhoods in which the Whites had lived.  An older friend Millie, a cousin of Marge’s, was a frequent visitor along with two of her friends whose names Jo learned and as quickly forgot.  Another regular caller was Velma, a younger woman, with a truly startling bosom, "False," Marge confided, "She gets them bigger every year."

          Marge was quick to confide in Jo although Jo was not sure she wanted to hear all that Marge had to relate.  Millie was post-menopausal, had hot flashes, and a husband who was demanding as ever.  Marge's own husband had moods; he was also, Marge suggested, uncaring, "he wants oral sex and forgets about me."  But, "he was a very good provider," and Jo gathered that in Marge's view this was what really counted.  "Besides," Marge's said with put-on accent, "They's plenty of younger mens who likes big titties" and shook her giant bosoms by way of illustration.

          To Jo's relief, Marge did not demand equal confidences in return.  Jo did not want to discuss her own sex life, which had been virtually non-existent since her husband's death.

          In truth, it had been non-existent unless one counted the deputy sheriff who had informed her of her husband's accident.  He'd come back later, held Jo in his arms, stroked her hair, played with her bosoms, and although she'd had an orgasm as they stood for what had seemed an hour in her living-room, pressed against one another, at the last moment she'd asked him to leave.  Since then, nothing.

          "She needs to be milked," Jo had overheard Millie say of her.  And it was probably true.  Jo missed the loving attention her late husband had given to each of her small breasts.

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Marge swam in Jo's pool. And Jo swam in Marge's.

          Occasionally, Marge would swim nude in the indoor pool, not when the children were there of course, but Jo couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

          "What if your son comes home?"

          "Oh poo, look at the clock."

          Marge had a beautiful body, not fat as Jo had first surmised but big-boned, ample, all the bosom a man could ask for and perhaps a tad more.  And hips, Marge said, broad enough to guarantee a man would not fall off.  Jo couldn't recall a man ever falling off her own and giggled.

          In the afternoons, Marge would often have friends over to play whist.  At first, Jo, who had absolutely no idea what the game was about would just watch.  Then she was persuaded to play a few hands, "at least until Millie shows up."

          And then, abruptly, she was a regular at the table, and both the cards and money in front of her were hers.

          Innocent and innocuous though the penny per point game of whist seemed, somehow, one afternoon, Jo had lost two hundred dollars.

          "Don't worry," Marge assured her. "I took care of it."

          "But you can't," Jo stammered, "Two hundred dollars.  That's too much.  I'll pay you back."

          "Don't be silly.  You don't owe me anything.  Besides, I got you into the game.  Anyway, the money didn't come out of my pocket.  I simply explained to everyone that this was your first time and it would be unfair to take advantage of you."

          Relief swept through her. "It was my first time."

          Marge laughed. "You do owe me a favor, though."

          "Anything," Jo said.  She was immensely grateful, pleased a debt she could not afford had been so easily swept away.

          "I want you to go out with my son."

          "Marshall?" Jo thought that was the name of the son that served in the army.

          "No, Noble.  Now don't give me that strange look.  He's at the age where he should be dating girls, but he's too shy.  Doesn't know how to ask them, and when I tell him how easy it is, he'll say, 'Where shall I take them and what if I don't do the right thing?'.

          "You know how it is, you had teenagers."

          "Girls," said Jo, "But I do understand."

          "I want him to take you to a movie.” 

          "But why me?  I mean surely one of your friends."  Jo realized she’d almost said, one of your African-American friends, and blushed.

          "You mean one of my colored friends? Don't apologize.” She added when Jo continued blushing.  “There's something you should know and that's the reason I chose you.

          “Follow me."  Marge led the way down a long hallway to her son's room.  It was everything to be expected of a teenager's bedroom though perhaps neater than most.  A desk, a rug, a bed. A poster of Puff Daddy on the door and one of Kobe Bryant above the desk. A closet whose door closed and locked, Jo hoped, so the boy could at least have some area that could be considered private.

          A bureau held a series of trophies.  Noble must be some kind of athlete.  One for Little League, one for soccer, but most were for basketball.

          Photos were also taped to the wall about the bed, candid snaps rather than the staged photographs on the wall above the bureau.  "Take a look at these," Marge said with a wave of her hand. 

          Each and every photograph was of Jo, snipping roses, collecting mail, or simply walking into her house grocery bags in hand.

          Most of the snapshots were in side view revealing a bust that Jo had never realized she possessed.  Her breasts filled a B-cup at best, had filled out to a C only once late in her last pregnancy.  Not more than a mouthful.

          Marsha saw where Jo was looking.  "I loved breast feeding," she said, "I hope you did too.

          "Noble and Marshall were both rabid feeders.  My husband does his best, but it's not quite the same. I'm always having to shout, 'Suck harder.'”

          Jo blushed, remembering.  She still couldn't believe how casual Marsha and her black friends were about sex.  Sexual references and stories had occupied most of the conversation at the whist table.

          Breast-feeding was wonderful. And it had been a long time, even since her husband had.  If the truth were to be told and Jo certainly wasn't about to tell Marge, the first time she'd ever had an orgasm was while someone was fondling her breasts.

          "You're blushing," Marge said.  "Us black folk blush, too, it just doesn't show up as easy."

          They both laughed at this and until Marge gave her a call almost a week later, she'd almost forgotten about her promise to go out with Marge's son.

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"That dress won't do," Marge said and Jo was somewhat offended. 

          Jo thought the clothes she'd selected for the finally to-be-realized date with Noble were ideal.  The baggy dark black ribbed sweater that fell to just below the hips of a stylish gray long skirt was both conservative as befit an older woman and flattering to her figure as befit a female who was really not all that old.

          As Marge led Jo into what Marge called her sewing room, she said, "I want my son to think of you as a woman not a mother."

          "Too conservative?"

          "Exactly."

          Marge reached into a pile of folded clothes and pulled out a gray cardigan.  Try this on instead, she said.

          "It looks even more ... "

          "Try it on."

          Jo changed clothes, feeling uneasy particularly as the cardigan was a good deal smaller and tighter than she felt comfortable with.

          "It's the bra," Marge said. "Look in the mirror."

          Marge was right.  The cross-your-heart brassiere that had gone well with the baggy sweater had stretched the cardigan out of proportion.  "Slip it off," Marge said, "I'll get you another one.

          "No, don't take off the sweater, there isn't time."  Jo wriggled like a contortionist slipping the bra off one shoulder and down the other and out a sleeve.  Removing, then replacing the sweater, she thought would have been far less time consuming. Or had Marge simply wanted to watch her struggle.

          An adolescent wail sounded from the hallway, and Marge slipped out of the room.  "I'll kill him."

           Apparently, Noble did not want to wear a jacket and was being told in no uncertain terms that he would wear the clothes his mother has laid out for him or else. This went a long way to explaining why Marge was so pushy; she was used to ordering men, a husband and two sons, around.

          What Jo saw in the long vertical mirror opposite the sewing table while waiting for Marge to return was not at all reassuring.  The sweater was the right length and its color went well with the gray of the skirt, but it was far too tight and without a bra was not much better than going topless.

          "Time to go," Marge said almost the instant she re-entered the room.  "Leave the boy alone for another minute and he'll either faint with fright or get his clothes dirty."

          Jo couldn't believe Marge was serious about leaving. She was far from ready to go out.  Where was the brassier Marge had gone to fetch?  She gestured toward the mirror. Marge looked at the mirror, looked back at her, and then gave a shrug, "So?"

          "My nipples are showing."  And indeed Jo's nipples were standing upright like soldiers eager to leap forth from concealment.

          "Oh pooh, you can handle it and him, too." was Marge's only comment. "He's going to learn to be a gentleman."   And so braless, Jo went off with Noble on his (and her) first date.

          Noble had said virtually nothing to her after a simple mumbled greeting in Marge's living-room so that she'd been forced to make most if not all of the conversation.  He’d held the door open for her, and then, once outside the house, he'd started to run across the grass toward her car, stopped, as if suddenly remembering the instructions he'd received from his mother, and returned to walk sedately by Jo's side.

          To her surprise, he waited by her car door till she was within, and only then dashed around to the passenger door.  He was every inch a young pup who'd received one too many instructions.  Not quite sure of all he'd learned, but desperate to please his mistress with what he did remember.

          Jo wanted to laugh, but of course she couldn't, not without offending him.  Instead, she gave what she hoped was a motherly smile.

          Once underway, Noble quieted and again all efforts at conversation were left to Jo. His fingers reached out once for the radio, till remembering whose car it was and the instructions he'd been given, they dropped back frustrated in his lap.

          "Would you like me to turn on the radio?"

          "No mam, no Mrs. Turner."

          And it was no mam and yes mam to virtually all other questions including "do you like school?" and "what's your favorite sport?."

          Occasionally, Noble would run a finger along his neck under his collar and tie—yes, he wore a tie—but he sat still, almost rigid for the most part.

          When she glanced over at him, he would usually be staring straight ahead, though once, she was sure, he'd been staring sidelong at her.  At the same view that was in his photographs, although with, she realized blushing, a little more nipple showing.

          The theater was a multiplex . This meant they had to go through a series of "what would you like to see?" "It doesn't matter, whatever you like." "No, you choose."  In the end she'd named a picture she'd thought would please him. As it turned out, he wasn't sure that was the movie he'd bought tickets for or, later, if the movie for which he'd bought tickets was the one they actually saw.

          He was very very nervous.  His only moment of take charge, one which reminded her curiously of his mother, was at the refreshment stand when without consulting her he bought two large 7-Ups—no problem, she liked 7-Up—and a large, no, a gigantic bucket of popcorn.

          The bucket of popcorn, she could tell once they sat down, hid a marked erection.

          He was so cute, yet so terrifying at the same time.  What could one say to a boy that age that would put him at his ease? While they watched the previews, she thanked him for the popcorn, sipped her drink, and gave him several bright smiles.

          Twice she caught him looking at her breasts, but that was to be expected, what with the tight sweater Marge had given her to wear and no bra.

          Because he'd been so shy before, had been so inarticulate, the hand that reached up in the darkness after the lights went down in the theatre and touched her chest was all the more surprising.

          Of course, she was partly to blame.  She'd followed Marsha's instructions to some extent, letting her breast "accidentally" come in contact with his arm, taking his hand and touching his knee him each time there was an exchange of popcorn.  But still the hand on her breast was unexpected.

          Even more unexpected were the fingers that had grasped and begun to stroke her right nipple.  She ought to tell him to stop but the sensation was so pleasurable, the strokes and tugs were so gentle that she simply gave way to it.

          What was showing on the screen was a blur.  She looked up and down and to the side, but when once she looked at him, he was staring back with such intensity that she had to look away.

          At some point, the hand had gone beneath the sweater and had begun to explore each breast in turn.  His other hand had ventured once onto her thigh, but she'd grabbed his wrist before his hand could go further had gripped it tightly while she had the first of her orgasms and heard him give a cry of pain.

          She'd had one and perhaps several orgasms by the time the lights went up and the film was over.  I hope nobody asks me what the film was about, she thought inanely, because I don't remember anything.

          What do you say to someone who is fourteen or fifteen who has taken you on a first date and given you more pleasure than you'd had in a almost a year, more pleasure then you ought to have let him give you on a seventh or eighth date?  "Are you fourteen or fifteen?" she asked.

          "I'm almost fifteen," he said.

           Of course, he was in high school not middle school; he'd told her earlier.  Then they were walking up the aisle, across the lobby and into the fresh air. "It was a great picture," he said, "I liked it a lot."  Then, as if once again remembering instructions he'd been given, he added, "Thank you for coming with me."

          They sat quietly in the car for a few moments, before she remembered to reach down and turn the key.  Before she could complete the action, he leaned toward her across the seat as if to kiss her. Quickly, she leaned away.  Kissing wouldn't do at all, would only present the wrong message.  But her lips had never been his intention.  And retreating so that her head was back against the car door had only placed the real targets more firmly in his reach.  It took only half a second for him to lift her sweater and his thick lips to engulf her turgid nipple.

          The feeling was wonderful and it was all wrong.  It went on for several minutes, five, ten, before the sucking ceased momentarily.

          In between, she'd resisted several attempts to have her place her hand in his lap but finally, worn down from the struggle she let her hand lay where he'd placed it.

          His pants were damp; obviously, he'd already come once with excitement.

          Her own crotch was damp and sticky. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of his form of lovemaking.

          His sucking was so frenzied, just as his mother had described, that after awhile she asked him to wait.  "My breast hurts," she said, and carefully transferred his attention to her other nipple.  She held his head there for several moments, her hand gently cradling his neck.

          "Finish me," he said.

          She looked down at him puzzled. "I'm sorry," she said, "You'll have to stop; it's really beginning to hurt.  Both of them.  I'm out of practice."

          "But I haven't come yet. I'm almost there."  She could hear him unzipping but did not want to look down.  She could imagine his penis though, big and black and throbbing.  The next moment his big dick was in her hand and she was stroking it up and down as he'd requested.

          It took only seconds before his cum filled her hand and began to drip from her arm.  "Wait," he said and got out the handkerchief his mother had so obviously ironed and folded so he might look impressive on his date.  He carefully dried her hand with the handkerchief, and then, unexpectedly, took the cum he'd gathered and held it to her lips. She tried to back away, but he separated her lips and poked the cloth inside. She licked the cum from the cloth as was his intention, then remained passive as he cleaned her arm and again brought the handkerchief to her mouth. Again she sucked the drops from the cloth.

          "I've still got some 7-up left," he said.  "Do you want it?"

          She nodded and rinsed her mouth.  "Why did you do that with the cloth?" she asked.

          "My Dad told me girls really like it.  Did you like it?"

          She could tell he was eager to have her say that he did and would be disappointed if she were to say anything else. The fact was that she did like it and had missed the taste.  She couldn't believe that at one and the same time, she was worrying about whether any had spilled on the sweater (which she would have to return—where had Marge got such a small sweater from?) and how she wanted to take his penis in her mouth and suck the last few drops from its tip, though by now his penis was sure to be shriveled and small.

           The parking lot grew dark suddenly as the lights of the movie theater were extinguished.  She could see the last of the theater employees exiting the now-darkened theater.

          "Are we goin t'go," he asked from the seat beside her. His voice was firm and controlled, no longer hesitant and unsure of itself.

          She gave a half-ashamed smile and started the car. "I'll take you home." He reached over before tightening his safety belt and gave her a peck on the cheek.  Something he must have seen his father do. And then they left the lot.

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[To be Continued.]

her best friend’s birthday and they were having a slumber party at her place. So we hired a sitter to watch Jessie while we were out.

Sara was the daughter of Emma’s cousin. Sam and Jessie idolized her because she was cool and popular and gorgeous. Emma trusted her because she was smart and very mature for her age. I distrusted her because I sensed her maturity came from experience that most fourteen year old girls did not have. It was the way she made me feel when she looked at me. There was too much confidence in her stare and more in her eyes than intelligence and maturity.

So against Emma’s advice, I pulled up to the house without calling first to let Sara now I was coming home to grab my wife’s migraine pills. Our house sits next to a park. When I saw the red Jeep parked just beyond our fence in front of the park I was sure my suspicions were confirmed. A boyfriend wouldn’t park in the driveway, and it was far enough away but close enough if he had to make a run for it. It wasn’t too long ago I was that age. I pulled up behind the Jeep and walked to the house.

It was almost eleven, so Jessie should have been in bed by now. The front of the house was dark, but I could see lights on in the back. I had expected to catch Sara making out with some boy on the sofa when I arrived, but the deep hum from the backyard told me the jacuzzi jets were running. My mind shifted gears at the thought that she had a boy in the hot tub with her. If she was bold enough for that, I wondered exactly what I would see as I slipped through the gate on the side of the house. My fears of her lack of innocence were turning to something else and I adjusted the crotch of my slacks.

We have two hot tubs, one outside in the yard for summertime, and one enclosed on the porch for winter. The hum came from the enclosed porch and a light from the kitchen cast a soft glow over the tub. Sara was standing in the jacuzzi with her back to me. The water bubbled at about mid thigh on her and she was bent at the waist, her elbows resting on the edge of the tub.

The boy I expected to catch her with was not there. Instead, standing behind her in the writhing water was a man. A man who looked to be my age, even older. His hips bucked hard and fast against Sara’s naked ass and she let out a low, lust-filled grunt of pleasure with each thrust of his cock. Her tits swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his fucking and he squeezed the firm cheek of her ass with one hand, pulling her head back by the ponytail with the other. Her back arched and her muffled voice penetrated the glass that separated us begging him for more.

I slipped back into the shadows with my head reeling and my heart beating like a fucked clock. I should have been thinking of my daughter. Where was she? I should have kicked in the door and raised hell. But I must admit nothing like that even crossed my mind. I was remembering all those looks Sara had given me and what I had seen in her eyes.

I was back at the window. This man was close to forty, by the streaks of grey through his dark hair. His body was hard and lean, not young but still muscular and sexy. He slapped his open palm down across Sara’s butt and her moan jumped in pitch. I stared at them, intoxicated by their actions. In the back of my mind I was trying to comprehend how this man could be here in my home, fucking this gorgeous young girl not even half his age, when movement out of the corner of my eye pulled me back a step into the shadows.

From the kitchen stepped a girl, her naked body no older than Sara’s. My hand reached for the window ledge to steady myself. She carried two classes of wine, one of which she handed to the man. His hips came to rest against Sara’s ass as he accepted the drink and she took the opportunity to pull herself free from his cock and turned, sitting her bottom on the edge of the tub. As she lay back onto a towel the young girl placed a foot on either side of Sara’s head and lowered herself down until Sara’s tongue penetrated her open cunt.

He took a deep gulp from his glass then handed it to the young girl who sipped at hers, her red lips teasing the fragile rim. He pulled Sara’s spread legs around him and I watched as his long, thick cock disappeared into her cunt. The girl held the glasses down at her side steadying herself as she ground her hips down onto Sara’s hungry mouth and leaned forward kissing the man. He took slow steady strokes with his cock nestled between Sara’s thighs while his hands explored the young girl’s body.

Where Sara was tall with a curvy, voluptuous frame, this girl was petite with a slender, lithe body. Her dark hair looked almost black in the dim light of the room and stood in stark contrast to Sara’s golden mane. The mound that rose from her dripping gash where Sara’s tongue danced and darted, was hairless and glistened with a combination of her own juices and Sara kisses.

She set the glasses off to the side after draining the last of her wine in one lusty gulp, and carefully repositioned herself over Sara’s face so that she was on all fours with her ass facing the man. He took this as his cue and reached forward massaging her round cheeks as Sara’s lips sucked at her juicy slit. His cock pumped in and out of Sara’s pussy and he pressed his thumb to the small hole of the young girl’s ass making her gasp as it opened to accept his penetration.

As I pulled my cock from my pants, my throat was dry and I looked around me remembering where I was. The neighbors house was dark and I was hidden safely in the shadows. My hard-on responded to my touch like a drowning man breaking through the surface and taking in a breath of air. My fist moved furiously over the nerves in my prick and I turned my attention back to the window.

His thumb was buried to the base in her small ass and she writhed and bucked over Sara’s face. Then he slipped free of her tight hole and pulled her hips back toward him, bringing her even with Sara’s body. The two girls kissed passionately, the young girl licking her juices from Sara’s lips and chin. Her small, firm breasts rubbed against Sara’s large, full tits and their hands roamed each other’s bodies caressing, pinching and scratching. Sara’s hands moved down and squeezed and separated the young girl’s round cheeks and I saw him pull his cock from Sara and slip it into her swollen pussy.

For several minutes he fucked both girls, moving from one hole to the other until his cock was dripping with both their cum. Then he pressed the swollen head of his cock to the tiny diamond between the young girl’s firm globes. My eyes widened as the hole grew and surrounded first the purple head then the long, thick pole of flesh. The young girl bore down into Sara’s inviting arms and her cries were swallowed up in Sara’s open mouth. A bead of saliva fell from his lips to were his flesh joined her body and he slowly fucked his cock in and out of her ass.

Cum burst from my cock and spilled over my fist as I watched the three bodies grinding together. His pace was faster and his strokes were deeper. Her voice cracked as he pulled her body back against him and he sat back on the rim of the tub. Sara climbed up between their spread thighs locking her mouth to the young girl’s empty cunt as his cock pistoned in and out of her ass from beneath. The girl collapsed back against him as the air ripped through his lungs and his cock sprang free from her tight grip spraying cum across Sara’s open lips and tongue.

I crawled back into my car, my legs like rubber. Over an hour had passed and I rushed back to the wedding trying to think of an excuse to tell my wife, but my head was a mess and filled with scenes I could only imagine were still taking place in our house. Luckily, a few drinks had not only cured Emma of her migraine but had played with her sense of time and my excuses were unnecessary. I trudged through the rest of the evening anxious to return home and see what I would find when I looked into Sara’s eyes.