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The Telling

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories


"The Telling"
by A. G. Thomas

(MMF, Cheat, Interr, Wife, Oral, Anal)
For a moment my muttering's trailed off as my alcohol numbed mind registered the fact that someone had put their arm about my shoulders. It took a moment before my eyes focused, though somewhat blurringly, on the face of my old friend Frank. I could see his mouth moving but his words didn't immediately register as my brain was still seeking vainly for the answer as to how long my wife had been cheating on me.

Had my loving wife only recently become unfaithful or had she been cheating on me from day one. If she had been cheating on me for months why then had it taken me till only recently to realize it. Was I such a lovesick fool that I couldn't see the forest fo
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r the trees. But even as those thoughts rattled about in my brain Franks words wedged into my consciousness.

What's that Frank? You want to know what's bothering me! Yea like you don't know, right buddy. My best friend, my good buddy and you haven't noticed my wife's carrying on. I suppose next your going to tell me that you haven't seen her sashaying around in shit that would make a two bit whore blush. Yea like I really believe that Frank.

Oh those changes, and you whole heartily approve. Well thats real white of you mother fucker. Oh you think it's about time she wore something more feminine, more sexy. What's that, you think she looks more --- more --- more what? What the fuck do you think she looks more of Frank, what huh? More like the loving wife I married or like a God damn cheap street walker? What do you think she looks more of God damn it?

Calm down, you want me to calm down! Fuck you I shouted as I slammed the glass down spilling what little was left of my drink in the process. Pushing away from the bar I got drunkenly to my feet staggering backwards before gaining my equilibrium. Composing myself I slowly turned and headed toward the exit, but before I'd taken three steps Frank caught me and steered me into a booth.

From across the room snickering laughter made its way into the fogged recesses of my numbed brain. With eyes blurry from drink I looked across the dimly lit bar searching for the source and reason of laughter. Then my eyes focused on the booth over by the juke box and the three negro's sitting there. The sons of bitches weren't even trying to disguise their amusement.

Pushing myself to my feet I shouted "What the hell are you laughing at you fucking ....." But before I could get the rest out Frank clamped a hand over my mouth muffling the rest of my rant. I didn't blame him, not really. I mean he may be six feet two but he's as skinny as a rail. For another, I suspect he knew what I was about to say and he didn't want either of our asses kicked. Well not his anyway.

I wouldn't have blamed him none if he'd of turned and walked away, what with the way I was acting. But Frank and I go way back. Hell, we grew up together. Lived on the same block in fact. Same grade school, same high school, same collage. Shit we even did a stint in the Air National Guard together.

Fact is it was Frank who'd introduced Regina to me. Good old match maker Frank. And when we'd gotten married a few months later it had been Frank who'd been my best man. Hell he'd been so proud you'd of thought it was him that was marrying Regina instead of me. Now I wish it had been.

Anyway as I stood there ranting into Franks hand and gesturing wildly at the negro's one of them stood and began to move our way. Hissing at me to shut my mouth Frank pushed me toward the door. Glancing back over his shoulder at the approaching mountain he apologetically said they shouldn't take offense, that I was drunk and didn't know what I was saying.

Truth was I was both so pissed and so drunk that I didn't give a shit if they took offense or not. Turning about I screamed "Well how bout it nigger, are you fucking her too? Huh nigger, are you. How bout your "Bros.;" over there "Nigger?" They shoving their "Big Black Dicks" into my whore wife too?"

Like ripples in a pond his face went from barely hidden amusement to anger then finally incredulous as my accusation was hurled at him. Swaying drunkenly I staggered back to the booth realizing as I did so that I had been wrong to accuse him and his friends. But the words were out and I couldn't take them back. Like a little boy I covered my face with my hands not giving a shit about the old saying that men don't cry.

A hand touched my shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze as a voice thick with a New England accent said he was sorry to hear I suspected my old lady of screwing around. That he didn't blame me for loosing it but that I should be careful about using the "N" word cause others less understanding might take offense.

Raising my head I looked up through tear stained blurry eyes at the negro standing over me. He looked maybe 6' 4" and every bit of 260 pounds and though my brain was numb from drink I knew he could have squashed me as easily as I could have a bug.

His face was hard to read but I got the impression he was honestly concerned as he asked if maybe I wanted to talk about it. Without replying I slid deeper into the booth making room for him.

Frank, his face showing total disbelief at the revelation I had just hurled in the negro's face, slid into the booth across from me. His voice, though barely above a whisper sounded abnormally loud in the suddenly silent bar as he repeatedly muttered "I don't believe it. Mike's wrong, he has to be wrong, she loves him."

For a minute no one said a word except Frank who, like a broken record kept muttering "No way man, not Regina. She loves him to fucking much. She'd never cheat on him, especially not with a nig .... I mean negro."

As I opened my mouth to reply the other two negro's squeezed into our booth wanting to know why their friend had chosen to sit with us. At first no one said a word then the negro beside me muttered to his friends that my wife was cheating on me.

Their answer was rollicking laughter that shit like that happened all the time. I wasn't fully aware of what was going on around me but when their laughter faded to silence my guess was that it was because the negro who was sitting beside me had given his friends a stony look.

I don't know which of them signaled the bar maid but suddenly she was standing at our booth. After ordering drinks all around the three negro's introduced themselves. In addition to their names I also learned that our new acquaintance's, were all ex-football players. That despite their past rivalry they were now in business together.

They owned a large security company. Among their customers were banks, the presidents of such organizations, as well as nearly every movie star living on the east coast. After a prolonged silence in which I struggled with myself about telling my story to men who were not only strangers but also black I began.

Regina and I met almost eleven months ago when Frank who is on the school board introduced us. After a short whirlwind romance which lasted maybe four months we got married.

Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my wallet. Fumbling clumsily I extracted the wedding picture I always carried and passed it to Reginald. As the picture moved around the table I studied the negro's reaction. I thought I saw a gleam in their eyes but wasn't sure.

I mean I could hardly hold my head upright let alone see straight so I couldn't be sure. Never the less their nods and soft whistles of approval as they looked at her beautiful face and trim figure brought a smile to my face despite my drunkenness and the hurt I felt. Taking a sip of my rum and coke I continued.

No my wife isn't a teacher, she's the Principle over at Loveless High. And yes I guess you can say that she is kinda young for the job. I mean shit when we were going to school I don't think any of us had a teacher as young or as good looking as her. Am I right?

As for having a Principle that looked like her well forget about it cause that only happens in fairy tales or sex videos. Me, oh I'm the President and owner of Ultimate Pools and Spas.

My head started to droop at that moment but Reginald shook me and my head jerked upright. For a second I wondered where I was and who the hell these negro's were sitting with me. Then my drink numbed brain recalled that I had been telling them about my wife.

As my eyes dropped to the picture of my wife a dark hand lifted it from the table. MY eyes followed the hand as it brought it closer to Jerome's face. A closer look, I didn't blame him. Then he looked at me and for a moment I saw in his eyes his desire to get her in bed. Dropping the picture he muttered nice figure, photogenic.

I didn't dwell on either her petite 109 5 foot 6 inch 34 X 21 X 33 figure or her beauty. To do so would have been to much like bragging. Besides, both were apparent in the photo that now lay before me on the table. As I looked down into her lightly freckled smiling face outlined by shimmering waves of light red hair that fell a good six inches below her shoulders a lump formed in my throat.

Swallowing the lump that threatened to choke me I slurred that it was three weeks ago that I first noticed a change in her. You see I hadn't been home much over the last four, five months. I'd been working my ass off opening three new satellites offices. One each in Birmingham and Mobile and another right here in Montgomery, over on the east side.

Anyway I finally had the grand opening of the third and final store, the one in Birmingham. After the ceremonies I jumped into my car and drove all day. I guess you can say I was anxious to get home after an absence of better then three weeks. I think it was about 8 o'clock when I pulled up to the house cause the sun was just dropping below the horizon.

I remember thinking what a beautiful sunset as I strolled toward the house. What? Shit I don't honestly know why I parked on the street instead of pulling into the driveway. Maybe it was to stretch my legs cause I'd been behind the wheel for hours. Hell I hadn't even stopped for a piss break after leaving Birmingham.

Besides, why I did so isn't really important, is it? I mean at that particular point in time I had no reason to suspect she was other then a loving faithful wife. Anyway as I'm walking across the lawn toward the house she stepped out the door.

I stopped dead in my tracks and I mean to tell you my eye balls popped out of their sockets and my cock got as hard as a 2 X 4. She must not have seen me as I was standing in the shadow of the big oak tree in the front yard.

You know the one I'm talking about Frank. That big old one almost directly in front of the door and about a hundred feet away. Anyway, I'm standing there like a statue with my mouth gapped open wanting to say honey I'm home but not a fucking word comes out. For a second she paused and seemed to look directly at me but then she turned and walked to her car.

In those few seconds that she had stood there seemingly looking through me, every detail of her features and dress were emblazoned on my brain. She was wearing this moleskin looking outfit. An outfit, which by the way, I'd never seen her wear before.

The lace up halter top, which because of its cut as well as the lack of a blouse made it very evident that beneath the soft material she wasn't wearing a bra. The form fitting matching hipster mini skirt, which was at least six inches above her knees had a slit up the left thigh that damn near went from hem to waist.

As she slid behind the wheel the skirt parted showing a goodly amount of inner thigh. In that split second before she closed the car door I could swear I caught a glimpse of bare crotch. As she backed down the driveway I simply stood there dumbstruck unable to move. Like some cartoon character my head rotated following her progress down the street.

Still looking in the direction her car had disappeared I walked toward the house wondering were the hell she was going dressed like that. Don't get me wrong, I mean when she's not working she does wear some sexy clothes. But Jesus H Christ the way she was dressed that night it was as if she were flaunting her charms or advertising.

By midnight when she still hadn't gotten home I went out to the car thinking maybe I ought to go looking for her. But as I started the car the thought of where the hell do I begin looking for her struck me. So instead of driving around like some jealous husband I shut off the ignition and went back into the house.

I must have fallen asleep in front of the TV cause the next thing I remember was the sound of the front door opening. Through eyes heavy with sleep I glanced at my watch and saw it was 2:53. As I sat there rubbing the sleep from my eyes she came into the den muttering that she thought she'd turned off the TV.

She was almost to the TV when I said hi honey. I almost laughed when she spun about and nearly tripped over her fringe platform vamp sandals with 4 inch heels. The hand covering her mouth did little to stifle the choked gasp that burst from her lips.

For a moment she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and trepidation then softly asked when I'd gotten home. Even as I opened my mouth to answer she slipped onto my lap and began kissing me. A part of my mind whispered that her lips, her mouth tasted funny as we kissed, but because I was so glad she was once again in my arms I ignored the warning whisper.

Breaking the kiss she stood, then taking my hand pulled me from the chair saying lets go to bed. That night, or rather morning, she gave me a blow job like never before. The next thing I knew she was shaking me awake, wanting to know if I was going to work.

I remember smiling up at her, telling her the grand opening for the Birmingham store had been yesterday. That unless something unforeseen or drastic happened I wouldn't be away from home for extended periods anymore, at least not like I had been.

It was then that I brought up the outfit she'd worn the day before, teasing her that before I'd even had a chance to see her in it she was out showing it to other men. Her body tensed and she pushed away from me. Instead of commenting on what I'd said her reply was that she had to get ready for work.

As she turned and walked to her closet her murmured reply was spoken so softly I didn't catch it all. Something about Jefferson, but because it made no sense to me it wasn't until later that I fathomed what she'd said. Maybe the reason I hadn't grasped it immediately was because my mind wasn't on why she had worn such a revealing dress last night, but where.

As she stood before her closet I walked up behind her and after encircling her in my arms kissed the back of her neck. She stiffened as I nuzzled her ear and asked if the reason she'd worn such a sexy outfit last night was because she had gone to one of those male strip clubs.

She didn't answer right away, nor did she turn in my arms and look at me, she simply stood there as if frozen. Then softly she said I was right. Then without going into detail and smoothly changing the subject she said she had to go to work and since I didn't, the least I could do was make the coffee.

Twenty minutes later as I was sitting in the kitchen having coffee she came down and joined me. My gasped reaction, the spraying of coffee all over the table as I stared at her in disbelief was almost comical.

Instead of the usual business suite I was accustomed to seeing her in she had on a shear-look mesh slip-dress with scallop lace bust and spaghetti straps. In disbelief I sputtered what, why. She didn't say a word, simply stood there for a minute looking at me.

There was no expression on her face, yet for a split second as I stared at her I had the silly impression she was wanting to tell me something. Then glancing up at the clock she said she was running late, that she'd get coffee at the school cafeteria.

Abruptly turning about she walked away, but before she walked out the door she stopped and turned around. I don't remember her exact words but the jest of it was that just because I didn't find her sexy didn't mean that others didn't and then she slammed the door.

Her words swirled about in my head like a tornado threatening to implode my brain. Stunned I simply sat there like a bump on a log instead of running after her and demanding to know what she'd meant.

About 9:30 with my head hurting from trying to figure out the meaning of her words as well as what the hell was going on I jumped into my car and started driving. I hadn't thought about where I was going till I found myself near my new store on the east side. But even there all I did was try to make sense of her parting words that morning.

Finally about 2 o'clock I called the school with the intention of asking her if she'd like to have a romantic dinner at Robinousky's. But her secretary informed me that she was in a meeting with the coach and two other teachers. She promised to leave a message but that's all she could do as she was leaving in a half hour.

Regina never returned my call and when I got home at 6:00 she was fixing dinner. I asked how her day had gone. Her answer of fine was barely above a whisper. Without understanding why I did so I grinned like a Cheshire cat when I asked how her meeting with the coach and the others had gone.

Her answer, instead of being nonchalant as before took on a defensive tone as she asked how I'd known about her meeting. I told her I'd called to tell her I wanted to take her out to dinner but her secretary had informed she was in a meeting couldn't be disturbed. Hadn't she gotten my message? "No!"

The next morning when I awoke she'd already gotten up. When I entered the kitchen she was at the sink with her back to me. Though once again she wasn't wearing her business suite the dress she was wearing, at least from the back appeared much more conservative then the one from the day before.

As I stepped up behind her and enfolded her in my arms as well as teasingly humping against her pert tight ass she shied away. Disengaging herself from my arms she turned and faced me. My mouth fell open and I almost screamed who the fuck is the son of a bitch but only a sputtering gasp came out.

Her mouth moved and I knew she was speaking but nothing she said made any sense to me. I don't think a celibate priest would have understood a word of what she was saying either because of the way she was dressed.

What, oh it was a form fitting red mesh and lace top with flowing bell sleeves and a stretch lace waist. The plunging neckline of the blouse as well as its sheerness made it very apparent that once again she wasn't wearing a bra. Fuck doesn't she believe in lingerie anymore I wondered.

Her skirt, of like material and color as her blouse, and damn near as transparent fell to just above her knees. But in addition to the sheerness of the skirt, which in and of itself was bad enough, there was a slit running up the right side damn near to mid thigh.

As she stepped by me the top of her scallop lace stocking was all to visible and I wondered if beneath the shear skirt she had anything else on beside her stockings. Despite my befuddlement, despite my anger at her possible infidelity, my cock got as hard as a poker.

I wanted to throw her to the floor right then and there and fuck her brains out despite the torment I felt about her possibly cheating on me. Yet like an idiot I simply stood there with mouth open as she walked out the door.

As stupid as it sounds the thought that ran through my mind as I watched her go through the door was that even though I wasn't going to be the one doing it she was going to get her brains fucked out that day. Little did I know just how true that thought was to be.

Visions of teachers, and yes even some of the students sniffing around her like dogs around a bitch in heat filled my brain. Flashes of teachers wafted in front of me and quickly dissipated for other then a fat slovenly white science teacher the rest were black and I couldn't see her making love to any of them. So who the hell was the guy she was fucking?

Pausing for a moment I took a swallow of the new rum and coke that had been placed before me then I looked up into Franks eyes asking if he hadn't been aware of the change in her. Don't yes but me God damn it Frank, how fucking long damn it.

Jesus Frank, a couple of months, maybe three, three and a half and you never thought to say something. Never once thought of picking up the phone and calling me. Never thought of telling me that Regina was dressing sexy as hell. That she was a walking advertisement for Frederick's of Hollywood.

My tirade of bull shit about if I hadn't of been so wrapped up in making money. That if I hadn't of been gone almost from day one of our marriage I would have noticed was silenced by the three negro's laughingly saying it wasn't Franks place to keep an eye on my wife.

Yet Reginald, his face thoughtful asked if I'd caught Regina fucking a black man. If I hadn't well then my story, despite it being interesting and filled with possibilities could all be the work of my over active imagination.

Charles and Tyron sat silent, contemplative, yet if I had of looked into their eyes I would have seen a gleam there. Frank for his part blubbered that just because my wife went out when she hadn't expected me home didn't mean anything. Neither did the fact that she'd changed from her business suits to something more feminine.

As he rattled on my thoughts drifted back to other times. To the rare occasions when I had returned home unexpectedly after a prolonged absence. Had she been wearing such outfits then too. I couldn't remember with certainty but now I began to wonder and as I did so the possibility that she had been hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes.

My head which had started to droop snapped up and with words slurred from drink I angrily fumed did they want to hear what I'd witnessed with my own two eyes. Huh, huh did they? Did they want to hear the sordid details of what I had discovered that same afternoon two weeks ago when for some reason I couldn't explain I decided to swing by the school instead of going directly home?

Would they like to hear how despite it being more then 2 hours since school had let out her car was still in the parking lot. Or perhaps how the front door that should have been locked wasn't. Did they want to hear how after discovering she wasn't in her office I looked in several nearby classrooms for her. Well then if so I'd God damn well tell them where I finally found her and what I witnessed.

After looking in her office as well as several classrooms in the area and not finding her, the thought struck me that she'd had car trouble and that one of the teachers had given her a ride home. That even as I wandered the halls like an idiot searching for her she was sitting at home waiting for me.

As I pushed open the front door to leave the indistinct mutterings I'd been hearing all along while searching for my wife became clearer. What drew my attention to them I guess was not that the deep guttural mutterings suddenly became clearer. No, what drew my attention was that intermittently spaced amongst the male mutterings were the chocked gasp that were definitely feminine in nature.

Well at least I knew where the janitors were and what the hell they were doing I mumbled. It also explained why the school hadn't been locked up. Telling myself that it wasn't my place to worry about what was going on I took another step but then stopped. Call it curiosity, call it whatever you want, but the muffled sounds drifting from the area off to my right drew me like a magnet.

Releasing the door I slowly turned and walked in the direction the sounds were coming from. I was both curious and afraid of what I might find yet I was unable to stop my feet from moving forward. As I came to the end of the hallway and began to turn the corner leading to the three remaining classrooms and the boiler room a dark naked figure stepped out into the hall.

What the fuck I thought as I jumped back and hugged the wall silently praying he hadn't seen me. Well there's one of the janitors I mentally laughed as I risked a quick glance at a man who was so fat I knew he hadn't missed a meal in his life.

It wasn't just his obese body that drew my eyes in that quick glance, though in truth it was hard to miss. What drew my attention was the glistening semi hard protrusion swaying between his legs.

No, it was impossible. Such a thing as what was running through my mind at that moment was ridiculous, there was just no way. I mean even if my wife were cheating on me, which I still didn't know for certain, surely it wouldn't be with the likes of someone so grotesque.

I'm ashamed to admit though that despite my certainty that my wife would never have anything to do with such a gross person, a perverse feeling of arousal raced through me at just such a prospect occurring.

Taking a couple of steps away he paused then turned back and opened the door again. For a moment he stood there without saying a word simply shaking his head. There was no mistaking though that whatever he was looking at had an arousing effect for his cock twitched and started to stiffen.

Shaking his head again he chuckled damn nigger, you can't hardly wait till I's out the door fore you gots your face in that ho's snatch. With the door being open it wasn't hard for me to hear what was happening. The whimpering gasp of pleasure though made it uncertain whether I actually heard or just imagined the slurping of the negro's tongue pleasuring her.

At that moment in time as I listened to those gasping sobs of arousal I envied the two janitors, or at least the one tonguing her. I found myself wishing I could draw such response from my wife. Yet at the same time I wondered just who the hell was in that boiler room.

At first I thought it might be that young new substitute teacher fresh from collage. But I quickly discounted that thought opting instead for one of the cheerleaders? Why a cheerleader and not the teacher I mentioned? Well Jesus H Christ man because of all the stories you hear about cheerleaders wanton behavior.

Just as quickly as the thought hit me though I discounted that possibility as well. For despite all the stories one hears I figured a cheerleader would be a little more selective.

I mean, why would a girl that could take her pick of any jock, or teacher for that matter, spread her legs for two such negro's. I mean lets get real ok. One of em was the grotesque fat man before me and the other if I remembered correctly was a skinny old bastard pushing maybe 65.

No, it couldn't be a cheerleader, it had to be someone else. But who? Maybe the girl was one of those studious types that no one ever suspected of having sex. You know a be-speckled grade A student who despite her frumpy appearance is a smoldering sex pot.

You hear the stories like that all the time. A girl none of her class mates would ever think of fucking until one day, maybe as a joke, one of the jocks takes her out. A drink or two, a little touchy touchy along with kisses then the mention of a party at the lake.

A few more drinks, then more kisses as well as groping as she's passed from boy to boy. Then the inevitable happens. First the boy she came with knocks off a piece then after him the other jocks. She becomes their plaything. She's so thrilled by their attention that without question she performs every deviant sex act asked of her.

After that its only a matter of time before she's fucking any boy or man that either smiles or says a kind word to her. So yea I could see why it would be some girl like that. Then again because of all the different sexual possibilities my mind fixated on that one in particular.

Well whoever the girl was that was in that boiler room I snickered silently she sure was getting off having her snatch ate thats for sure. The whimpers of pleasure were becoming ever more frequent and increasing in volume as the fat negro continued to gaze at what was transpiring in the boiler room.

Mirth tinged his voice as he laughed better watch out dar Rufus, dat ho' likes as not gonna give your scrawny ass whip lash. Hows you going to splain that huh? Or is you just going to go round wif a neck brace bragging how it happen huh? Den again maybe you don't have to worry bout no neck brace. Way she be humping gainst you's face maybe she break you fool neck and kills yo' ass.

My mind began to run away with me. I imagined the inside of the boiler room. Imagined a not particularly pretty young girl, her legs up over the shoulders of the skinny negro trapping his head between her thighs. I saw her pelvis rotate and her buttocks bounce ever higher and faster in time to the thick tongue lathering, probing her pussy.

Then my attention was snapped back to reality as repeated passion choked sobs of yes filled the hallway. Inter-spaced with the sobs were garbled screams of nonsensical but yet soulful plea's. Plea's which, though I couldn't understand them were most definitely understood and answered by a smiling Marcus.

Now now, don't you worry dat pretty little red head of yours none I's gonna be right back. An when I does missy, if'n you ask real nice, an if'n ol Rufus dar ain't gots a broken neck den just maybe we'll double team you's again. Would you like that slut, would you like us to double team you again?

Unconsciously my hand dropped to my crotch as I strained to hear her answer. A heartbeat later when her passion garbled sputter of " Yes" touched my ears my own cock stiffened like a lead pipe. The fat negro's laughter reverberated off the walls as he chuckled you sure nuff be liking dat black cock don'cha white girl.

As he turned and walked toward me I almost panicked. What could I do, what could I say when he turned the corner and found me. In answer my brain gibbered tell him your looking for your wife, ask him if he's seen her. With that thought in mind I braced myself for the eventual confrontation but it never came.

Instead I heard a pleasurable sigh then the unmistakable sound of a man relieving himself. Taking a chance I peered around the corner. He was standing less the ten feet from me in the doorway of a storage closet pissing into a bucket. The stream of piss coming from his sex lubricated glistening cock seemed to go on forever.

As it slowed to a trickle and he shook his cock to rid it of the last few drops he threw back his head and sighed Lordy that Mrs. Adams be one nasty bitch. His sigh turned to a mirthful chuckle as he mumbled dat fucking Jefferson sure nuff teached her right. Dar ain't nuttin' dat shameless ho won't do to pleasure a black man.

Didn't spec to have to pay to fuck da ho dough. Specially after catching da nasty bitch fucking dem boy's what makes up da schools basketball team. Wonder she knows whiles she was fucking dem young bucks dat da coach be filming it.

Well if'n she does or if'n don't ain't no cern mine. Don't really gib shit one way da other. Piss me off dough dat da coach done charge us. Fucker should ah just give her to us stead. Have to admit dough da ho's worth every bit da ten bucks Jefferson charge den some.

No never, not in a million years! My wife would never willingly do such a thing as fuck boys under her charge, let alone be photographed doing it. Never, not in a million years. And as for her being pimped like a common whore no fucking way.

But even as I tried to deny what I'd heard, the fat negro's last words burned into my brain as if by a branding iron. "Jefferson weren't lying none he say Mrs. A. be one horny nigger dick loving slut. Ain't never seen white girl what likes dark meat so much, and dat da truth."

As he strode back down the hall then opened the door and stepped inside I peeled myself from the wall and hurried after him. As my fingers closed on the edge of the door to keep it from closing all the way I tried to still my pounding heart.

My tortured brain grasped at straws and I prayed that it wasn't so, that it was all some kind of cruel joke. That the fat negro had known all along that I was around the corner from him and he was taunting me.

But what if he hadn't known I was there? What if it wasn't some kind of cruel joke? Did I truly want to find out. Did I want to be absolutely one hundred percent positive that it was my wife on the other side of the door. And if it was her, what then.

Would I burst into the room and confront them and in the process very likely get my head bashed in. Or would I simply stay as I was kneeling before a partially opened door and watch as the two janitors simultaneously thrust into her, fucked her like the insatiable wanton slut that the grotesque fat negro had claimed her to be.

Putting my eye to the opening I peered into the room and my heart fell into my stomach. Instead of the be-speckled student I had fantasied and prayed was with the janitors was my wife. There on a desk in all her glory lay my wife in but her thigh high stockings, 4 inch pumps and wire rimmed glasses.

Between her legs, his face still buried in her crotch, was the old skinny negro. His hands, tightly gripping her quivering pert ass cheeks was holding her in such a way that no part of her body except her head and shoulders was resting on the desk.

Beside the desk at her head stood the grotesque smiling fat man chuckling suck me ho. Without hesitation she turned her face to him. Her brightly painted lips parted slightly and her tongue licked over them as she did so. Releasing her hold on the old negro's head she reached for and grasped the nearly foot long glistening cock swaying before her.

Soft pleasurable murmuring issued from her lips as together with her slim fingers caressing and stroking his growing monstrosity she tongued and kissed the crown of his cock. As her lips, tongue and hand paid homage to his ever growing erection her other hand cradled and rolled his golf ball size testicles.

I had wondered upon seeing his cock the first time how this grotesque individual could be so large. He had to be a freak of nature, and now that I saw his nut sack clearly my suspicion seemed to be confirmed.

I had always believed that fat men had small cock's, roughly about as long and as big around as a middle finger. But here was one with a cock nearly a foot long and every bit as big around as my wife's wrist. Then the thought hit me of the amount of cum his balls produced.

Smiling down at her he said something I couldn't hear but I had no problem understanding her as she pulled back from sucking ravenously on the very tip of his cock. She raised her eyes to his then with voice quivering pleaded with him to fuck her, to shove his big black cock into her and fill her womb with his hot thick cum, to give her a black baby.

Yet instead of granting her wish he turned his back to her while spreading his legs widely apart. Wiggling his buttocks he pushed it to her face chuckling fore I's shove my baby maker in dat black cock loving cunt of your'n again Mrs. A I wants you's to kiss my ass. I wants that tongue of your'n lapping my ass hole like it be a chocolate sundae.

To my amazement and without the slightest murmur of protest she did as instructed. Together with turning slightly on her side she pushed her face almost to his buttocks. The contrast of her fingers against his almost midnight ass as she gripped then spread his ass cheeks both shocked yet fascinated me.

She seemed to be pulling him toward her as she twisted further onto her side and pushed her face to his buttocks. In the seconds before her glasses were knocked a-kilter as her nose pressed into his crack and her tongue flicked against his ass hole I clearly saw the spunk that had been deposited over her face earlier.

Like some animal feeding at a trough she tried to burrow her face deeper between the splayed cheeks of his ass. Again and again her face drew back slightly only to once more push between his splayed ass cheeks. It was like watching some ravenous carnivore rutting at some mouses burrow.

As her tongue paid him homage one of her hands slid down between his fat thighs. For a moment her fingers paused as they fluttered over then hefted his nut sack. It was as if she were weighing the large orbs or perhaps judging how much cum they held. Then her fingers moved upward to grasp his thick cock. For yet a third time I marveled at the contrast between their skin tones.

A guttural groan escaped his lips as her slim white fingers momentarily cradled and fondled his testicle sac. His guttural groan changed pitch to that almost like a stuck pig, and his breathing became labored when her fingers closed about his cock.

Slowly, lovingly she caressed the hardening black snake as unashamedly time and again her tongue traveled the full length of the crack between his butt cheeks. But it wasn't just the crack between his cheeks or the crinkly ring of his ass hole that her lips and tongue paid homage to. Time and again she planted kisses over his rolling ass cheeks hardly missing a spot.

His satisfaction at her evident willingness to pleasure him thus was apparent. Time and again he encouraged her performance as she tongued and lathered his ass hole as well as lovingly caressed his nearly foot long monster. I was so engrossed in the scene that for a minute I didn't notice that the old janitor had quit lapping her snatch.

It wasn't until he grabbed her hips and twisted her about so that she was now crossways on the desk instead of lengthwise that I noticed. Being in that position, and now without the old negro eating her out, she was able to devote one hundred percent of her attention to the fat negro's ass hole.

With her feet firmly on the floor and her legs widely apart for support the only part of her body touching the desk were her elbows. Occasionally though her nipples would lightly brush across the polished surface of the desk as the fat negro pushed his buttocks tighter to her face rocking her backwards.

For long minutes her position never changed. Her sole purpose seemingly being the complete and absolute giving of pleasure to the fat negro in the disgusting manner in which she was servicing him. Quite often her muffled whimpers of servitude and obedience were drowned by the fat negro's ecstatic grunts of pleasure.

Her whimpers suddenly changed pitch and volume when the old skinny negro who'd been running his hands lightly over her sides and back reached under her. A shudder racked her body and a squeak burst from her lips as his fingers closed about and kneaded her pert firm breast.

Then like a farmer milking a cow his fingers began rolling and stretching her nipples. Her body seemed to vibrate with each pinch and pull but that wasn't her only reaction. Her legs which had been rigid and apart began to quiver and I thought for a moment she would collapse.

Constant rumblings of pleasure much like that of a contented cat issued from her throat. Her purring ceased though when he released her breast and moved his hands to her ass. But only for a moment, as after massaging her ass and adjusting her posture he dropped a hand between her splayed legs.

Whether it was just his fingers or his whole hand that caused her hips to quiver and jerk I wasn't certain. Whichever it was though it caused her to momentarily forgot the negro whose ass hole she had been tonguing. Her legs once again became rigid as together with trusting her ass backwards her legs edged slightly wider apart.

Her upper body fell to the desk as her hands, previously occupied with fondling and stroking the grotesque negro's testicles and cock moved back to grasp her own buttocks. She was not aware that even as she splayed her ass cheeks apart, thus affording the old negro fingering her cunt and ass hole better access, that the fat negro had moved around the desk to stand beside the other.

Whimpering lustful pleas for him to shove his fingers, his whole hand into her spilled from her trembling lips as she pushed back against the fingers. Laughter answered her pleas as her hips rotated and pushed back ever harder and faster. Then as Marcus slipped to the floor sprawling like a beached whale at their feet Rufus reached out and twisted his fingers into her long red hair.

Yanking her head both up and back he literally lifted her from the desk, turning her about as he did so. With back arched and face turned toward the pipes running overhead she could do nothing but let herself be guided as Rufus pushed her forward a couple a stumbling steps.

You could tell that his fingers were causing her pain as he endeavored to guide her. But it wasn't till she stumbled against the fat negro's feet and almost fell that a moan of pain passed her lips and her hands went to her tortured scalp.

Instead of releasing his hold on her though the old negro's fingers twisted tighter and he again yanked her head up and back. Whether she had been able to see the fat negro laying prone upon the floor in the split second her face had been down I can't say. But when she was again pushed forward she both widened her stance and shuffled forward slowly until finally she was over Marcus's broad hips.

The grotesque negro's voice, husky with perversion and arousal commanded her to straddle him as his fingers reached up and closed like a vice on her thighs. For the life of me I couldn't see how she could comply with his command but then Rufus released his hold on her hair giving her a slight shove at the same time.

Obediently and without hesitation she slowly squatted over him. As her legs bent and she sank lower, Marcus released her thighs. His hands like massive slabs of beef moved up her hips, over her slim waist to finally cover her proud small breast.

A deep chuckle and what sounded like you know what to do bitch issued from his lips. His fingers which had been kneading both small breast began to concentrate on her nipples. A shiver racked her body, then with a soft whimper she rose slightly and reached between their bodies grasping his cock and guiding it to the treasure I had thought was mine alone.

Another shudder racked her slim form and a loud gasp escaped her throat as the broad knob of his dick splayed her lips apart and entered her. For a moment her fingers continued to squeeze and stroke his dark monstrosity while she held herself poised above him. Then together with releasing his cock and sliding her hands over his fat stomach to his broad chest she lowered herself onto his cock.

Slowly, ever so slowly she began moving. Whimpering gasp of pleasure spilled from her lips as with each downward movement and quivering roll of her hips another inch or more of his massive cock slipped into her.

Faster, harder she ground her loins against his and as she did so he repeatedly chuckled what do you love Mrs. A. But instead of shaming her as I expected, his taunts were answered by choked gasp of black cock, I love black cock.

Her repeated whimpering' was answered by his contemptuous chuckle of I just knows you do ho. Right now dough you just worries bout pleasuring ol Marcus, don't you be thinking bout all dem other niggers what's pounded your snatch.

In answer to his jibs and taunts her hips and pelvis rolled and jerked atop him. Her actions assuring him more then words ever could that it was him and his cock that at that very moment she did indeed love above all others.

His rasping gasp of oh yea dat it, dat what I talking bout. Ride it Mrs. A. Ride dis ol fat niggers cock you nasty white ho filled the room and burned my ears as she unashamedly bounced and gyrated ever faster atop him.

With each upward movement six, eight inches of his sex lubricated dark cock was visible momentarily. Then with each shuddering downward movement and the grinding of her loins to his it disappeared. It was maybe on the tenth time she took him fully inside her that he chuckled don't you be forgetting ol Rufus dar slut.

Like an apparition that had suddenly become visible the old skinny negro appeared before her. His semi hard dick was in his hand and with a salacious grin he teasingly rubbed the bulbous leaking knob across her brightly painted lips.

For maybe all of five seconds, but for what seemed like an eternity to me it was as if she didn't hear him. It was as if her mind were elsewhere as her hands pushed from Marcus' chest and covered his rough dark ones which were mauling her breast.

Her back arched, and her head began to slowly move from side to side causing her long red hair to swirl about her. The old negro's cock pressed more persistently against her lips and in response they parted slightly and her tongue flicked out lapping up the pre cum oozing from it.

"Tells me what'ch wants Ms. Adams. Tells this old nigger wheres you wants him to pleasure you. Does you wants me to shove my licorice stick in your mouf again or does you wants me to shoves it in dat tight ass of your'n. Tell ol' Rufus what you's wants him to do Ms. Adams."

At first it was but a whisper, then her voice choked with emotion grew stronger. Fuck me, oh God yes fuck me, both of you fuck me. Use me like the the black cock loving white trash whore I am. Fill me with your cock's and cum.

Grasping his cock in one hand he chuckled gleefully as he walked around behind her anything to make the principle happy. Dropping to one knee behind her he pressed a hand between her shoulder blades pushing her forward and down until her face was but centimeters from his fat friends own.

It was only natural that with her face so close to his Marcus would pull it the last quarter of an inch and press his lips to hers. Her hands which had been on his hairy chest slid forward to his broad shoulders then down beneath his thick neck. Then as hungrily, as passionately as he kissed her she kissed him in return.

The adjustment to her body also naturally put her pert ass in position to better accommodate the old negro and he took advantage of it. But before guiding his rigid cock between her tight firm butt cheeks he coughed up a hocker releasing it squarely on his rigid cock.

Grinning broadly he spread the gooey slimy mess over the bulbous crown of his cock. Then grabbing her butt cheeks tightly he pulled her to him. With a grin like that of a demonic devil he lunged forward sinking nearly half his nine or so inch fat dark cock into her.

With wheezing breath as he time and again roughly pushed into her he grunted is dis what you wanted ho? When she didn't answer immediately his thrust became more savage, more animalistic. Time and again he almost pulled fully from her only to lunge powerfully back into her.

Again and again he lunged into her and each time he thrust into her he ground and twisted his loins to her jiggling buttocks. But his wasn't the only cock thrusting into her so powerfully. Each time he drew back the whale beneath her pushed upwards into her.

Unable to tear my eyes away I watched as for untold endless minutes first one then the other powerfully, savagely, sadistically thrust his dark glistening cock deep into her. Her lips had long ago left Marcus's and from them came squeals and gasp as she rocked back against one then forward onto the other dark cock animalisticly using her.

The sounds, the sights of the perverted yet arousing scene taking place before me filled my eyes, my ears, my brain. An illusion as of a shimmering haze seemed to fill the air about them. An illusion compounded by the droplets of sweat falling onto her naked flesh from the grunting old negro over her. Each drop was as if onto a grease filled hot skillet.

As if they were in slow motion I saw the droplets of sweat drop from the laboring negro. Saw them contact her passion flushed shuddering flesh then splatter into a fine mist before drifting slowly down to the fat negro upon which she was straddled. I swear I heard each sizzle as the drops of perspiration contacted her writhing flesh.

Blending with the surreal scene as well as heightening it were the two negro's perverted commands breathlessly sputtered amongst their masculine grunts of labor. Their effect would not have been complete though without my wife's answering passion filled oomph's and ecstatic whimpers.

All, all burned into my brain, my soul as the men repeatedly and ever faster thrust powerfully and deeply into her. While my wife for her part writhed and quivered in wanton abandonment and perversion between them.

Once more pulling her face close to his Marcus said something that I couldn't make out. It wasn't till I heard her stuttering choked reply that she was theirs, that she was every negro's fuck toy to do with as they pleased did I understand what he had said to her.

The gasping whimpering moans of pleasure, of ecstasy spilling from her trembling lips as they animalisticly used her astonished and dumbfounded me. Yet what astonished me more was that she was literally skewering herself on each cock in turn as it impaled her.

Why, why she was willingly giving herself to two such men. But the question was mote for I already knew the answer, they had paid for her services. In fact if I could believe what the fat man had said earlier, and I had no reason to doubt otherwise since witnessing her performance, they were not the first to do so.

Shaking my head to clear it of all such thoughts I again focused my attention on the trio before me. On the lithe, sweat drenched writhing trembling form of my wife and the two trash talking negro's she was sandwiched between.

With a last synchronous powerful thrust along with grunts like wild beast the two janitors as one drove fully into her trembling twitching body. Her gurgling scream of what could only have been rapture all but drowned out the two janitors combined guttural groans of release and satisfaction as together they emptied their seed into her orifices.

Her choked repeated sobs of yes, oh God yes, so good, so good scorched my ears and threatened to boil my brain. In shock I fall backwards but before my numb fingers released the door I heard one of them chuckle you sure nuff know how to pleasure your betters Mrs. Adams. yes sir you surely do.

I don't remember leaving the school. I don't even remember driving but when I arrived home to a darkened house her car was in the driveway. But how could that be because I had only just left the school. Or had I? Had this evening been real or had it been some kind of erotic dream or nightmare.

With those final words my head which had been growing ever more heavy dropped to the table. As it did so my eyes, blurry from drink, imploring searched the faces about me seeking an answer to my question.

Whether I mumbled or spoke clearly as I asked was that enough proof to satisfy them I don't know. But I honestly didn't care one way or the other as a dark shroud fell over my drink numbed brain shutting down all my senses.

- The End -

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Hott Hostess

SuperSexer on Teen Stories

   I'm a 17 year old server a local restaurant to save money for college. The pay is great and the employees are hott. Just like at most restaurants, the hottest applicant got the title of hostess. She's about 5' 2" with dark brown hair and a couple freckles by her little nose. Her tits were very small if they were there at all. She's the cutest little thing you ever saw. She would flirt with almost anyone and had a real "the mall is the greatest place on earth" kind of personality. She has tanned light brown skin and a very firm body. After speaking with her for several weeks on slow days, I started to become attracted to her body. Especially since the managers always had her wear short skirts and thin white

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shirts. I also found out she was 14 years old. One night when we were about to close up she asked me if I wanted to have a little fun after work. I got so excited I was forced to walk around with a boner for the next 10 minutes.

  For the next couple hours while we closed she tortured me. Every time I looked her way she'd be bending down with her skirt pulled up so I could see her pussy lips. When I carried some beer up from the basement she was standing at the top of the stairs holding her skirt up with one hand and fingering herself with the other. And this was with many people around! After work we met in the back parking lot near a telephone pole where the lighting is very poor and there aren't people that time of night. She didn't waste any time. She demanded that I take my clothes off right away and she started by loosening my belt. After we were both naked she and I made out for prolly only 10 minutes at the most which involved a lot of grabbing and rubbing. She tasted great...so fresh and young. As it turns out she was a lot sluttier than I thought.

   She got up off of me, faced the telephone pole, put her hands up on it, arched her back, and said in a soft cute little girls voice, "Please put your cock in my ass." She was pretty nasty about it to. Right at the beginning I put it once in her pussy to get it wet. She had to stand on her tippy-toes to amtch my height better. Rather than putting it in 3 or 4 times alternating between her pussy and ass for lube, she demanded that I push it up her ass as hard I could right away. I explained how this isn't enough lube and it will hurt but she insisted, "Push it in as hard as you can. I want it to hurt me. Make your little girl feel like a big slut only here to make you cum." ..I didn't need any more lol. I pushed it in as hard as I could and she squealed with pain as her ass hole gave way and I slipped inside. Because there was very little lube, her ass hole would move with my cock a good 3in. before finally sliding. I think after she felt that I had made feel like a worthless whore (3 or 4 strokes later) she spit on her hand and reached between her legs and started lube my dick. A few seconds later I was in heaven. I was sliding in and out much easier and she, was, tight. Very tight. I could feel her sphincter actually clamping down on my cock. I asked her if she was tightening her muscles so it would be tighter and she half moaned and half screamed, "Yes daddy, I want to be tight for you." I slowed my pumping a bit so I could watch it slide in and out from the tip to the base of my cock. Also because I didn't want to cum so early lol. I had thought about what she just said so I said, "You know, if you tighten up your muscles while I'm doing this then you'll wear out your ass hole faster." What she said next I couldn't believe..."I want you to make me gape daddy. I want to walk around with a black and blue ass hole that won't close all the way knowing that my daddys big cock did it to me." With that remark she reached between her legs and pulled, rather hard, on my balls so that I'd slam my cock into her. After all that I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to violently slam into her ass while she positioned herself so that she had both hands free. She put both hands between her legs and with one began to massage my balls, and with the other, started to slide 3 fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. With the massaging of my balls I became lite-headed with the pleasure of everything...especially the dirty talk. I felt that familiar feeling welling up and couldn't hold my load back any longer. I grunted very loudly as I felt this tremendous release into her ass.

   Through all my sexual exploits the girls always tell me I put out like 3 times more cum than any other guy they've been with. Most didn't like it but I didn't really care.**This story is a work of pure fiction. Any relation to people, places, and events are purely coincidental.

   As I felt the cum streaming through my cock her ass filled up and began to squirt out in various places where my dick entered her. It got on my leg, my feet, all over her legs, and all over her feet and sandals. After I had finished unloading she stood upright with my hard dick still in her ass. She put her head backwards so that it rested on my shoulder smiling and said, " That was wonderful. I came twice!" she exclaimed in that cute tiny voice.

   With that said she reached around and grabbed my softening dick and very slowly pulled out. As my head came out, the rest of my cum rushed out of her ass since her ass hole didn't quite close all the way. Needless to say, she could not have been any more soaked from the waist down lol.

   Without letting go she turned around, crouched down and thoroughly cleaned my dick with her mouth. She also unexpectedly saved me from having clean up by licking all the cum off my legs and the tops of my feet. As she was doing this I looked at her mid-section. It was completely covered in cum along with her legs and feet. Since she had to stand on her tippy-toes for her to be at the correct height, both sides of her feet had a stream of cum running down it.

  After she had finished with me she laid down on her back and took her sandals off. She took hold of one leg and began to lick all the cum off from her knee down. Then she began to suck the cum off her cum-covered toes. She spent extra time with sucking and licking her toes as I could tell it gave her pleasure. She looked up at me standing there starring at her with my now erect-again cock. She said" I love the taste of your cum and I thought it would be a huge waste to clean up with a tissue. Besides, my daddy always makes me lap it all up."

  By now I was beginning to realize she was making a ton of references to her dad so while we were putting our clothes back on I asked about him and the references. After she finished putting on her clothes, she said in a very proud voice, "My daddy taught me and my little brother  everything about sex! I have a little sister too but she is only 9 and my dad says she is too young to be taught. But I think he will soon since her birthday is in a month and he taught me on my 10th birthday! My dad doesn't know it but one night she asked me what a mans cum tastes like so the next time I blew him I saved a little in my mouth and then put it in hers when he wasn't looking. She loved it! I think she's going to be as slutty as me!"...she said with a crooked smile.

  I stood there speechless for a moment....."How...how....so your dad really fucks you?!"

"Yep!! If your lucky, I'll talk to my daddy into letting you come over to have some fun with us one night!"

Wanna hear what happend next???!!! Stay tuned....

War is Hell

tinkertoy on Taboo Stories

Being deployed to a combat zone is difficult in ways few can imagine.  You not only miss your family and friends, you miss so many things you’ve always taken for granted: going to the store and buying what you want or need, choosing which kind of soda you want, going through the drive trough at Mickey D’s on your way home from work, or even just picking up the phone and calling someone are among the things you start missing after about 3 weeks.

We got to Kuwait

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003" day="9" month="3" />March 9, 2003 and would have stayed in Kuwait for almost 2 months but some idiot in our camp through a grenade into his Command’s tent so most of us got pushed north into Iraq a lot sooner than expected.  Half of our vehicles were broke down pieces of shit and about a third of the supplies we shipped ahead of us were lost when the ship carrying them sank.

The spring and summer 0f 2003 passed in a haze.  I can’t remember much of that time.  I know it was bad.  It was hot and we had too many people in each tent, the MRE’s taste like shit after day 4 and you watch people who got there after you leave before you.  You get to thinking your tour will keep getting extended, or you’ll get KIA’d a day before you’re supposed to leave and it fucks with your mind.

And of course, there is no place to jack off.

Some guys hide in the porta-johns, others would climb into parked vehicles, some would do it in their sleeping bags at night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do any of those things.  I can’t smell piss and shit, or sit in a hot fucking truck or even worse, be entombed in a damn sleeping bag in 120 degree heat just to yank my cock.  So I suffered.

Around late July or early August we had a bunch of new people sent to us.  But no new tents so we had to cut our tiny living spaces in half.  My old area was now shared with some Major who seemed as gay as he was pompous.

I think that guy jacked off twice a night every night for the first week he was there.  I got sick of hearing his hand rubbing against his sleeping bag and was going to say something about it when I decided I was probably just jealous.  I’d seen the pictures of his wife and if I was him, I’d be doing the same thing.  I’d been 5 or 6 months without a single jo session.  It was hot, I was frustrated, and he was lucky to have that hot piece of ass to go home to whenever we got the hell out of here.

Inevitably, everyone gets to know each other pretty well.  You can’t help it when you sleep less than a foot away from each other.  Major T. and I were no different.  He was actually pretty cool and he’d always share his care packages with me before passing things out to everyone else.  We talked quite a bit.  What we missed most about home, what we’d be doing if we were still in the States, girls we’d fucked, where we grew up, why we joined the Army, etc.  One memorable conversation had us deciding what 3 things we wanted most at that moment.  An easy decision for me:  a blow job, 18 hours of sleep, and a Dr. Pepper.  (There was NO Dr. Pepper in Iraq until December)

He asked me one day if I had a girlfriend in country and I kinda looked at him crazy.  A lot of soldiers hook up with someone for a deployment and they spend their time sneaking off to fuck in the backs of trucks or in the shitters.  One couple was even caught in the water buffalo!  I never drank from that WB again.  With all our talk, I figure he’d know the answer by now.

 I told him no and he said he’d asked only because he’d never heard me jack off.  I instantly thought of my first impression of him being gay and the look on my face must have made him realize how he sounded.  He hurriedly went on to explain that he’d been seeing this girl and she wanted him to bring another guy along that night.  He was wondering if I’d like to go along.

I told him no thanks, I don’t dig the idea of fucking some slut even as my dick started to stir in my pants.  He kept trying to convince me and I finally asked him who it was.  I was shocked when he told me.

“Anderson, the fueler girl.  She has some friends who let her use their air-conditioned offices at night to watch movies.  I ran into her one night when she was headed over there and she invited me along.  One thing led to another and, well…” he trailed off.

I knew the girl.  Andy is what we all called her.  I’d known her before we deployed and the girl is HOT!  She’s definitely not a slut.  When she’d get off duty back home she’d put on regular clothes and you could see what the baggy uniforms hid all day.  She was really pretty, awesome figure, smart as hell, and refused every GI who asked her out.  Me included.  I had spent many nights before we left with my dick in my hand and her in my mind.

I told him how she’d shot me down before and if she had to be a slut if she wanted him to just bring any guy with him that night.

“Not just any guy.  There’s only 2 guys she’s willing to have me bring; you or that tall guy in Operations.  I forget his name.”

My dick stirred a bit more.  I felt it roll over off my leg and stiffen just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll think about it.  What time?”

“1800.  Let me know before 1600 so I can ask that other guy.”

 

At 1730 I was a wreck.  I had already showered, shaved, and found a clean pair of underwear.  My heart was pounding in the back of my throat, the blood was rushing through my brain creating a sound akin to a wind tunnel, and my dick was so hard I thought maybe I should have forgotten about putting on underwear at all.

I was waiting for Major T. to show up and having a conniption.  He was late and I was starting to think he’d been playing a joke on me.  I’d kill him if he was.  I was also trying to figure out where this office was.  The airfield we lived on was pretty nice since we’d built it up over the summer, but there were less than half a dozen buildings.  Only two were of any size where there would be offices and neither seemed likely.  There was the Terminal where all the Big Wigs worked like the General and his staff, and then there was the control tower where the aviation guys worked and lived.  Where the fuck were we going?  Where the fuck was Major T.?

He eventually showed up but he was pretty late and we had to walk fast to be there on time.  He said he didn’t want to piss her off.  She could be a little pouty with him and while it was sexy as hell, it also meant he ran the risk of REALLY pissing her off.

He led me to the Terminal and my mid was swirling with questions, pent up frustration and a sudden fear that literally stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s up?  You coming or what?”

“Uh, that’s the problem, actually.”

“You didn’t just, uh, in you pants…?”

“NO! But, well, see, Anderson is really hot.”

He looked at me like I’d just been awarded my Master’s Degree in Stating the Obvious.  “No kidding,” he finally said.

“Well, it’s just that it’s been a really long time for me and she’s really hot and I was just thinking how bad it would be…,”  I broke off at the sound of his laughter.

“You’re worried you’ll shoot your load in less than 30 seconds.”  There was no malice in his voice.

“More like 10,” I said.  “Maybe I should kinda go over there,” pointing at some trees, “and, uh, prepare myself before I get inside.”

“If you really want to, but she’ll probably like it if you don’t.  Trust me.”

I was still uncertain.  I kept imaging this hot chick laughing at me when I shot my load as I was still unbuttoning my pants.  And if she laughed one of two things would happen.  I’d either not be able to get hard again, or I’d get hard and she wouldn’t want me after all.

“My first night in that office I had my pants around my ankles and she was reaching out to grab me and I shot my wad in her face before she even touched me.  She loved it!”

I was dumbfounded.  I just stood there trying to figure out what on earth this girl found arousing about something like that.  I also kept imagining her face with cum dripping down it and my cock swelled even more.  I was decided.

We entered the terminal and Major T. led me up these nice marble stairs, down a hallway that looked like it should be in a NYC crack house, through a room full of computers and to a large polished wood door.  The contrasts in this place were adding to my confusion.  This whole experience was like some fever-induced dream where you find yourself wandering around a mad house with crazy people jumping out at you and mirrors distorting your reflection so much that you forget what you look like.

“Before we go in there I want to set a couple things straight.  You cannot tell anyone about this.    Also, you’ll have to leave your weapon there,” he pointed to a weapons rack against the wall where a SAW was already locked in.  “If you need a lock there’s some on the counter there.”  I locked my weapon in and Tom passed me his.  When both were secure, I turned back to him.

“I am married and will get into a lot of trouble if anyone knows about this.  I’m also an Officer and she’s only a PFC so they’ll get me on that, too.  I’ll lose my wife and son if I get found out.  You tell anyone and I’ll kill you.  No exaggeration.  I will end your life if you jeopardize my future with my wife and son.  I’ll kill you if you tarnish his girl’s reputation.  I don’t want people thinking she’s a barracks slut because she isn’t.  If you can’t abide by this, leave now.”

“I won’t tell a soul, Sir.”

He smiled then.  “I knew I forgot something.  My name’s Tom.  As long as were here I’d prefer you to call me that.  And I’d prefer to call you by your first name, as well.”

“No problem.  I’m Jake.”

“Andy’s still Andy, by the way.  I guess even her folks call her that and always have.”

“Anything else?”

By way of answer he opened the door.  On the other side was a lavish office, even by American standards.  Never mind we were in a bombed out city in Iraq, the Land That God Forgot.  Huge mahogany desk, leather winged back chair, big flat screen TV with a stereo, marble floor with deep pile rugs, big comfy couch against one wall, and in the middle of it all, there was Andy.

She had her hair down and I realized I’d forgotten it was curly.  I’d forgotten she had a beautiful smile and cute dimples hiding under her combat façade.  She wasn’t just the fueler girl, or a machine gunner putting her life on the line for convoys.  She was all of those things, but she was a woman, too.  Talk about contrasts.

“You guys coming in, or what?” she smiled.

I heard Tom gulp beside me.  I knew how he felt.  I took a shaky step into the room, unsure of what to do.

Tom walked purposefully past me and they hugged.  And then they kissed.  I just stood there while watching these two share the most passionate kiss I’d ever seen.  They broke off and she started unbuttoning his shirt.  She took it off and the T-shirt, too.  I watched her run her hands down his chest and my groin tightened in jealousy, lust, and voyeuristic thrill.

Her eyes seemed to drink him up as she started removing his pants.  I felt weird when his bare ass came into view.  I started to move to the right so I wouldn’t be staring straight at it, but then she knelt in front of him and I changed direction.  I’d never seen another guys hard dick before, but I really wanted to see his go into her mouth.

She licked at it as she fondled his balls and then she took the whole thing in his mouth in one swallow.  I was unbuttoning my pants to free my cock when she beckoned me nearer.  I took a few steps but she kept motioning me forward so I kept walking and unbuttoning until I was right next to Tom, standing over her.

She took her mouth off him.  “Take it out,” she panted.  “I want to see you.  I want to see you make yourself cum while I suck him.”

I kicked off my boots and pulled my pants off.  My socks did that really cool trick socks do when they come off with your pants.  I had lost my uniform top sometime so I was just standing there in my T-shirt.  I took hold of my cock for the first time in 6 months and started stroking it.  Andy’s head was bobbing up and down on Tom’s dick not 6 inches in front of me.  I felt the cum boiling in my sack and with a series of loud grunts I shot my load all over the right side of Andy’s face.

For the first time since I was about 14 my dick stayed hard after I came.  I kept stroking it and milking it until Andy took me into her mouth.  I shot another full load into her mouth and it built in intensity when I realized she was swallowing.  I’d never met a chick that swallows before!

Tom was standing next to me stroking his cock as Andy milked the last drops from me.  He had a smile on his face when I looked at him.  “Told ya, man.  She’s the greatest!”

I nodded my agreement and closed my eyes.  I nearly fell over when Andy took her hands off my ass.  I was so drained that I could barely stand.  Andy led me to the couch and lay me down.  She did a little strip tease in front of me before climbing on top.

“Tom, honey, I’m going to fuck Jake really hard while you watch.  I want you to shove your cock in my ass just before you come.”

I almost came myself when she said that.  It had been so long since I’d had my dick in a wet pussy and as she slid down on my member I thought I was in heaven.  She was breathing very heavily and her tits were bouncing up and down in front of my face.  I was thrusting madly upwards, trying to match her stroke for stroke when I felt Tom shove into her.  Feeling his cock through her wall made every thrust into something so exquisite I never wanted it to end.

He let out a low groan and then they both stopped moving.  About 10 seconds later I felt his cock pulse and then the cum emptying into Andy’s ass.  Each shot created another pulse and the sensation it caused running up my own hard shaft made me blow my wad, too.

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh my FUCKING god!  You’re both cumming!  I have a man cumming in my ass and a man cumming in my pussy!  Oh!  My!  God!”  Andy shrieked.  With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick and her orgasm flooded over me.  Tom and I both had our arms around her but that didn’t stop her from shaking uncontrollably as she came.

I’ve always been jealous of how long the woman’s orgasm is.  It seems to go on forever and that night as I felt her pussy convulsing around my cock as the last contractions in Tom’s balls pushed his cum upwards against me, I came again.

I fell back on the couch and let my arms fall by my sides.  I felt Andy relaxing on top of me and then she and Tom were laying down on me.  I had never been so satisfied in my life.  I would have slept there just like that if it weren’t so risky.  We didn’t need the office owner to come in next morning and find us there like that.

I could hardly get dressed and they had to help me gets my boots tied.  I waited in the hall, retrieving our weapons while Andy and Tom said their goodnights.  I was so tired that I didn’t have a single thought in my head.  As Tom led me back to our tent he asked if I wanted to go back the next night.

“Dude, are you kidding?  What do you think?!”

 

 

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Teachers Potential

A.G.Thomas on Ethnic Stories


"Teachers Potential"
by A.G.Thomas

(M+F inter. teacher)
As Kareem Weathers pushed his cart through the hall he glanced down at his watch, 6:23. One more classroom and he would be out of there and hitting on that new barmaid at Jelly Rolls by 6:45, 7:00 at the latest. Not that the young thing ever paid him any attention. Still though he enjoyed the challenge and who knew, maybe, just maybe, one of these days he would get in her pants. Pushing open the door he stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell was she still doing here he wondered. Ms Reynolds, actually Mrs. Regina Reynolds never stayed this late. As he stepped quietly into the room and began pushing his dust mop over the floor her head never rose from the papers cluttering her desk.
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Out of the corner of his eye he continued to look at her and for perhaps the hundredth time since the start of the school year he mentally undressed her. There was just something about her that set his blood to pumping and today was no different. Maybe it was because she didn't dress like the other teachers. Not that he didn't appreciate and find it highly arousing that the others wore blouses who's buttons threatened to pop open and skirts that were not only short but in several cases looked as if they had been painted on. Whether Mrs. Reynolds manner of dress was like a steak to a man accustomed to hamburgers or his own sense of what a proper woman should dress like he wasn't certain. All he knew was that he highly approved of and found her stylish clothes stimulating to his old libido.

He especially liked the dress she was wearing today. Not that her usual wrap around or other knee length dresses such as her silk and chiffon ones, that if not for their lining would be transparent, didn't twitch his baby maker he mumbled. As he continued to watch her out of the corner of his eyes he mentally unfastened one after the other of the buttons running the length of her shirt dress. A lecherous grin curled his lips as in his minds eye he slowly parted the thin material of her dress after loosening the last button. He had little doubt that if such ever happened his old eyes would feast on a truly hot body.

For a second he froze as her head rose and she looked right at him. A far away look clouded her eyes. A look as if to say she was somewhere other then here grading papers for ungrateful shit-heads who would never amount to anything. Maybe she's thinking about a long luxurious bubble bath before slipping into a sexy little babydoll, or perhaps a flyaway nightgown so sheer as to non existent he thought. God damn he muttered if he was ever so lucky as to have her do something like that for him he'd keep her in bed for a week.

As he continued to look at her a smile touched her sensual lips as if confirming his thoughts then slowly she lowered her head and wrote something on one of the papers. Damn, she must really have her mind elsewhere he silently muttered. She done looked right at this ol' nigga and didn't see me. Sure do wish she be thinking bout me like dat he snickered. Slowly making his way closer to her desk he stood before her for a moment then lightly coughed to get her attention. He almost laughed as together with her head snapping up to look at him she almost jumped from her chair.

Together with her hand flying to her heaving bosom as if to still a pounding heart she nervously giggled you scared me half to death Mr. Weathers. For a second they looked at each other and then like a school girl caught cheating on an exam she started talking a mile a minute. "I thought I'd stay and grade papers instead of going home to an empty house. It's so depressing being alone in that big old house his parents gave us when they moved to that retirement community." For a moment she paused. Then as if reading his thoughts as to why she would be alone she mumbled that her husband was on a business trip and wasn't due to return till sometime late tonight.

Continuing in the same vein she explained that Nathan had been away for nearly a week and that she was looking forward to his returning home. Then nervously shuffling some papers she softly asked if there was something he wanted. "Yes em Ms. Reynolds I done already cleaned da rest of yo classroom but now I has to get under your desk. Ain't cleaned dar in a while and dar probably be a lot of dust under dar. Won't take long an I'll try not to bother you." Then without waiting for her reply he knelt down and moved beneath her desk. As Kareem slipped from sight she turned back to the papers cluttering her desk.

Why did I explain myself to him she wondered. He's just a janitor he doesn't need to know why I'm still here. If I wanted to stay here in my classroom all night it was none of his business. Then shaking her head she picked up her marker and continued with her task. Beneath her desk, but unknown to her, Kareem tried to peer beneath her dress. But despite the five or so inch slit in her dress before the first button he was unable to. Slowly he reached out and cautiously and over what seemed like an eternity undid first one and then two more buttons of her dress.

With each successive loosening of a button her dress fell to either side of her slightly parted shapely legs. Once again lowering his head he found to his delight that he had an excellent though constricted view of her shapely legs to mid thigh. For untold minutes he neither moved or breathed as he took in the sight before him. His mind raced with visions of her open and inviting before him. Lurid explicit images of her worshiping his nine inch thick veined dark cock filled his mind. When after long minutes she showed no reaction to her dress falling to either side of her shapely legs he lightly brushed her left pump.

Obediently in response to his touch her foot moved thus opening her legs wider. Another light touch a moment later to her right pump and her knees were a good foot apart giving him an unhampered and clear view of her panties. For a fleeting moment he felt a pang of disappointment upon discovering that instead of frilly little lace panties as he had expected she was instead wearing plain old white cotton one. Well dat going to sure nuff going to change once I gives her a taste of a real man he silently muttered Licking his thick lips he stifled a lust filled moan as he reached out. Feather like he touched her knee then ever so slowly and lightly moved higher. In response to his feather like touch and hot breath on her leg she squirmed slightly and her legs opened even wider.

"Sure be dirty under here missy but don't you worry none cause I gonna clean it good for you" Her only response was a soft mummer as she again squirmed in her seat. Lightly his fingers glided ever higher up her shapely legs and as they did he moved his head between them until unbelievingly and to his delight his nose was less then two inches from her. Breathing deeply he inhaled her scent and then nano seconds before pressing his face to her plain white cotton panties he snickered damn Mrs. Reynolds your pussy sure do smell nice.

As if struck by lightening she suddenly realized that what she had been fantasizing was anything but. Pushing backwards from her desk she looked down at the nappy dark head between her widely splayed legs. "Mr. Weathers ---- what ---- what ---- do you think your doing. Oh God stop. Please stop." For a second he didn't answer as like a dog lapping at water his tongue lathered her aroma rich panties. Then together with his fingers tightening on her thighs to keep her legs from snapping shut his lifted his face and looked deeply into her stunned and startled eyes. "Why I's cleaning of course Mrs. R." Then as if to emphasize his statement he again lowered his head and pressed his thick tongue into her slightly moistened panties.

Despite her shock at his assumptive behavior as well as his bold statement a soft pleasurable moan escaped her lips as his tongue lapped and stabbed at her panties. "Noooooo. Stop! Please stop Mr. Weathers ---- Kareem. Oh God stop please stttooppppp. My husbaannnnndd" But even as her soft pleas touched the silence of the room her head lolled back and another louder moan escaped her lips as unbidden her hands fell atop her assailants head. Together with her fingers pushing into his tight kinky curls her pert buttocks jerked upwards from her chair pressing her treasure to Kareem's tongue. A soft chuckle came from between her legs as time and again and repeatedly the negro's thick tongue pressed her panties into her crack.

For an eternity Kareem knelt there with his face buried between her splayed legs. Then together with relaxing his hold on her squirming hips his head rose slightly and he began to fumble with the silver concho belt about her slim waist. Hardly had the heavy silver belt fallen useless to the seat behind her then his large dark hands gripped the hem of her dress and pulled. A sound as if that of a string of fire crackers going off filled the room as the few remaining buttons of her dress popped away and ricochet across the room. She tried to close her legs, tried to pull her fingers from his tight curls of his nappy hair and cover her near nudity but neither would cooperate. She could fell his fingers dancing over her flat abdomen up along her ribs and then a choked gasping sob spilled from her lips as his dark hands closed over her bra covered pert breast.

Mixed distorted thoughts flooded her brain. Thoughts of her husband and his love for her, of Mr. Weathers hands groping her, squeezing her swirled about her. Like a drowning person grasping at a straw to keep from going under her mind fixed on her nine month marriage. But whatever hope the thought might of held died as Kareem's head once more fell between her legs and his tongue stabbed at her panty covered treasure. Faint whimpering pleas for Kareem to stop issued from her trembling lips even as unable to control her actions her loins jerked and quivered in time to the tongue licking and stabbing against her panties. Her chest heaved and her breath came in choked gasping sobs as wave after wave of unfathomable pleasure washed over her.

Not until she felt his fingers in the waistband of her full cotton panties did she realize that his hands had left her pert bra covered breast. Unbidden and with an unfathomable desire to help him her tight well shaped buttocks rose from her chair even as her hips continued to dance and push toward the thick tongue giving her pleasure. A soulful whimper of no please no hissed from her lips as his tongue left her and a heartbeat later his heavy hands tugged her white cotton panties from about her waist and pushed them down her legs. Obediently her right leg rose to assist him in removing her panties in answer to the command flashed to it by her brain. But before her left foot could obey the same command Kareem had risen from the floor and was leaning over her.

With his dark smiling face centimeters from hers he chuckled don't you be worrying none Mrs. Reynolds, this old nigger ain't going to be stopping. Least ways not till you've done pleasured my black baby maker seven ways from Sunday. Then closing the final little distance between them his thick lips smothered hers. At the same time his lips covered hers his left hand wormed beneath then pushed her full maiden-form bra above her perky breast while his right dropped between her legs. Like the tendrils of a giant squid exploring the food it had just captured the fingers of his two hands not only fluttered over her pussy lips but also pinched and tugged at her nipples.

For immeasurable minutes his tongue lapped and stabbed at her unresponsive lips then as if she were an inexperienced teenager kissing her first boy her lips parted slightly. At first experimentally then harder her lips ground against his then a micro second later her tongue darted out to parry then entwine with his. Even as her mind screamed the sinfulness of her response to a man of a race she had always thought inferior whimpering pleasurable moans were swallowed by his hungry mouth. To her addled brian it felt as if a faucet had been turned on between her legs though she knew that wasn't possible. Yet there was no denying the arousal washing over her from the negro's manipulations.

Suddenly his lips left hers and she was left gasping as if hyperventilating. From somewhere far off she heard a voice, but the mad thumping of her heart and the raging river roaring through her veins all but made it indecipherable. Not until long minutes had passed did she realize that his lips had left hers and that he was talking to her. Then and only then was she able to grasp the full meaning of the words.

"Does you likes what I's doing Mrs. Reynolds? Does you likes dis nigga eating your snatch and playing with your little titties? Well does you?" To ashamed to answer she simply nodded but that wasn't the response Kareem wanted. Leaning back against her desk he snickered I can't hear you Mrs. Reynolds. But again her only response was a nodding of her head. Feigning disgust he grunted if'n you won't tell me what you's wants then this ol nigga might as well leave. As he strongly suspected she would do she reached out and closed her delicate fingers on his thick wrist halting his movement.

Turning to her he looked down into her glazed eyes without saying a word. Though his blood was racing and he wanted desperately to fall atop her, squash her beneath his 270 pounds he simply stood there looking at her. Her soft answer broadened his smile but still he didn't move yet unconsciously his big hand dropped to his crotch and hefted his burgeoning cock. "Yes? Yes what Mrs. Reynolds?" Her answer when it came was so soft that he had to strain to hear her as she muttered yes I like your head between my legs and yes I like you playing with my breast.

Despite his desire to bred the young white teacher that was more then half his age his need to dominate her, to control her, to bend her to his will gained the upper hand. His mirth filled laugh echoed through the room as with a piercing stare he said I didn't just have my head between your legs vanilla, I was eating your snatch. An I wasn't playing with your breast either cunt, I was playing with your tits. For what seemed like an eternity a deathly silence filled the room then again he turned as if to walk away from her.

"Yes damn you yes ---- Yes I liked you eating my snatch and yes I liked you playing with my tits" With a smile he turned back to her and as he did so his big hands again fondled her breast along with rolling and pinching her nipples. Shame such as she had never known before encompassed her, yet unable to deny her need her hands rose and covered his and a stuttering moan of pleasure tumbled from her quivering lips. Though she wanted desperately to scream out her pain as the negro's thick dark fingers pinched and stretched her nipples ever harder and further the only sound from her mouth were whimpering moans of pleasure.

Limply her hands dropped from his as her body quivering uncontrollable in ecstasy could no longer hold them aloft. Then with supreme effort as the quivering that had encompassed her lessened and in answer to his taunts they again rose but this time toward him. With trembling cumbersome fingers she struggled with his belt and when it didn't loosen immediately groans and tears of frustration overwhelmed her. Only his soothing words as well as his own fingers assisting her calmed her frayed nerves. As his belt loosened and he then unsnapped his uniform pants her hands pushed them from his hips.

As his pants fell to his knees his unrestrained cock sprang into view. A loud gasp burst from her lips and she leaned back into her chair. She had never seen, let alone imagined, anything such as what her eyes beheld. Unconsciously she licked her lips making them glisten invitingly. Her mind tumbled and spiraled as it tried to come to terms with the massive blue black monstrosity that held her eyes as if it were a magnet. In near hysteria her mind gibbered that it had to be at least twice that of her husbands both in length and girth.

Tentatively she reached out to trace a delicate finger from the loose skin covering the spongy knob down to its base then back up again. As her fingernail slid lightly along its length it jerked and twitched in response. Closing her fingers about its twitching girth she at first slowly and then faster ran her hand up and down it's length. The taunting voice of the huge negro tickled her ears as her thoughts ran rapid. Girlish giggles about the length and girth of the blood engorged blue black hunk of man flesh repeatedly played through her brain along with his taunts.

"You likes Kareem's baby maker don't you Mrs. Reynolds? You likes looking at it, feeling it, squeezing it, stroking it! I bets your horny white trash ass can't wait to feels it pounding your snatch can you? Well fore dat happens slut I specks you to kiss it, to worship it, pay homage to it." Even before the last words of his taunt registered in the mush jokingly called her brain her lips parted and she leaned toward him. Hardly had her tongue lapped over the oozing tip then her lips closed over its spongy head. As her teeth every so lightly grazed his cock his fingers curled into her soft shoulder length strawberry blond hair. The blood roaring through her veins, the mad pounding of her heart was so loud that all other sound was blotted out. Yet as if she actually could hear his eager mocking words her lips moved further down his cock.

Again and again her lips moved up and down him and with each successive forward movement another half inch or so slipped between them. As she drew a section on the vein rich hunk of darkness her tongue fluttered rapidly along the underside, caressing, teasing him. Like a baby feeding at its mothers nipple she slavishly labored to bring him the ejaculation she knew he wanted. Gasping, choking sputters issued from around the cock driving ever faster and deeper between her lips as with left hand upon his hip and her right caressing, fondling, hefting his egg size nodules she sought to please him.

Would she like the taste of his cum, or would she she wondered find it repugnant just as she did her husbands. But even as the question formed in her mind the negro's cock jerked like an unmanned fire hose. Then like an erupting volcano spewing forth its bubbling boiling lava his thick slightly salty cum splashed against the entrance to her throat. Whether it was her own mind directing her actions or somehow Kareem's words had made it through the roaring in her ears she obediently sought to swallow his offering. Despite her best efforts though some of his thick globular cum oozed from between her tightly clinging lips and his black hardness. Still though she continued to suck and swallow in a hungry desire to draw every last drop of him from his quivering egg sack.

Even after the last thick string of his ejaculation had joined that already in her stomach she continued to suck lovingly while hoping for still more. She continued to do so until with a mirthless chuckle of what a cock hungry slut she was he both pushed against her forehead and jerked his cock from between her tightly clinging lips. As his dark salvia coated appendage pulled from her mouth she was surprised to see that unlike her husbands cock Kareem's was still rigid. Reaching out she both stroked his salvia coated cock and rolled her small hand over and around its spongy head. Not even his mocking laughter that she couldn't get enough of his cock stilled her hand and when he directed her to her feet she almost leaped from her chair.

Standing on her tip toes she both raised her face toward his and closed her eyes in anticipation of his kissing her. For a moment he looked at her hardly believing how easily she had succumbed to him, then grabbing the loose folds of her dress he yanked it from her and carelessly tossed it aside. The suddenness and savagery of his actions stunned her. But that was as nothing compared to the fright she felt as he twisted her about and pushed her face down over her desk. Mocking laughter that he didn't kiss no slut what sucked his black dick and drank his cum turned her face red. Yet despite her shame and the heart thumping fear encompassing her she readily obeyed his gravely command to spread her legs.

A shiver of arousal such as she had never before felt surged through her as his hand moved between her legs and his thick fingers teased at what no black man ever had. A sobbing moan welled in her heaving chest as obedient to his touch and harshly spoken command her feet both shuffled backwards and spread wider apart. His boastful taunt of how much he was going to enjoy fucking her burned her ears and seared into her brain. Instead of his words shaming her though as they rightly should have they instead had the opposite effect. Thoughts of her husband flicked through her addled mind but then were quickly extinguished as first one and then another thick dark finger pushed into the leaking faucet between her legs.

Spasmodic shivers of pleasure racked her petite white body as her hips ground back to met the thick fingers delving into her. Then suddenly the pleasure giving fingers were pulled from her. Her wail of unrealized fulfillment was like that of a tortured soul but then she felt something bigger and harder running teasingly over her fluttering pussy lips. As he guided his torrid hardness to the moist slit between her legs then pushed just its tip into her she tried to squirm away. But his tight hold on her waist prevented her from accomplishing that which she sought to do. For long minutes he simply stood there with his monstrous blackness buried in the seething bubbling cauldron between her shaky legs relishing the moment of conquest. Then with a touch of sadistic glee along with a tightening of his buttocks and a rotating of his hips he sent another inch of his tumultuous blue black hardness into her.

Whimpering pleas that he was to big, that he would ruin her bubbled from her trembling lips only to be drowned by contemptuous laughter. "Dat's right slut, dat's right. I's going to ruin you. After dat pussy of yourn has a taste of my black baby maker it ain't ever going to be wanting a little bitty white thing like your ol' mans again. All dat snatch going to be wanting, all it going to be finding pleasure from is nigga cock." As the last rumbled from his raspy throat his hips jerked yet again sending another inch of blackness into the tight clinging confines of her cunt.

Again, at least to all outward appearances, he remained motionless behind her. But it was a whole different story inside her. Like a living entity his monstrous dark cock pulsed and throbbed sending spikes of never before realized pleasure rippling through her. Her slim petite body quivered and shook with each spike and raspy lust filled moans as well as drool slipped from her slack cum encrusted lips. Unwittingly she again tried to push back to met him but just as before his tight hold on her slim waist prevented her from doing so.

"Does Mrs. Reynolds be wanting dis ol' nigga to shove his powerful black cock in her tight white cunt and breed her? Is dat what you be wanting Mrs. Reynolds? Well is it slut?" But instead of the bubbling supplication he expected her only response was soulful moans. For a second he thought of again taunting her but then another thought flashed through his brain. With agonizing slowness he withdrew three then four inches of his dark hardness until all but the cauliflower shaped head remained between her splayed lips. Then with a twisting and grinding of his loins he lunged forward sinking not only that which he had withdrawn but another two inches as well.

For several ragged breaths silence filled the empty room as her body convulsed and brilliant flares exploded in her brain in response to the unprecedented depth to which he had penetrated her. Then like the ringing of fine crystal to his ears her sobbing plea for him to fuck her, to shove his black cock into her reverberated from the walls of the classroom. In answer to her stuttering repeated pleas his hips again jerked sending yet another inch between her moist splayed lips.

With an agonizingly slow grinding of his hips he set a pace that nearly fifty years of experience had taught him was sure to prolong his pleasure. Fleeting images of his other conquest of white women flashed before him as he stared down at the nearly seven inches of dark cock sawing in and out of her. God but she was tight. Tighter then any of those other white bitches he'd fucked. Not only was she tighter she was a hell of a sight better looking then any of those other cunt's. Two more inches. Just two more inches and Mrs. Reynolds would be his whenever he wanted her.

Reaching out he pushed his thick fingers into her strawberry blond hair lifting her face from her desk. Like a cowboy yanking back on the reins of a run away horse he forced her head up and back. Then with a last powerful thrust he drove his pelvis forward not stopping till every last centimeter of his blood engorged nine inch blue black cock was sheathed in her tight cunt. Labored grunts of fuck that black cock you nasty white slut spilled from his thick lips as again and again and yet again his pelvis smacked into her upturned jiggling buttocks. Gasped whimpers of ohhhh Godddd big sooo bigggg not only heightened his arousal but intensified his desire to completely and totally dominate her.

Never, not even in her wildest childhood fantasies had she ever imagined being filled such as she was now. The fullness, the pain that encompassed her very being as time and again and ever faster the old negro drove into her was both excruciating and yet mind numbingly pleasurable. Sobbing soulful pleas for the negro to fuck her, for him to make her his slut bubbled from her lips as she masochistically impaled herself on his lead pipe hard black cock.

The mad thumping of her heart, the blood roaring through her veins was so loud it felt as if her very flesh was pulsating with their sound. Flickering thoughts of her husband surfaced even as she continued to push back at the monstrous dark cock driving repeatedly and powerfully into her. Why hadn't Dale ever made her feel like this? Why, why, why. But as quickly as the question had wormed through her passion fogged mind a mocking sultry voice answered. Because he's got a skinny little white mans dick.

As if to deny the filthy vision that threatened to consume her she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. But there was no blocking out the mind altering feel of the old negro's cock jackhammering into her or the kaleidoscope of pictures flooding her brain. It was as if he could read her mind for no sooner had the sordid images of not only his but hundreds of other black cocks fucking her come to her then faintly and as if from a great distance she heard the negro's gleeful snicker you likes nigger cock fucking you doesn't you Mrs. Reynolds.

She tried to answer but rational speech was beyond her capability. Instead she answered in the only way she could. Gasping sobs and choked grunts escaped her trembling lips as the pleasure center of her mind repeatedly flared like exploding novas. But the wanton pleasure washing through her was as nothing to that which enveloped her when with a last savage grinding thrust of his hips his cock swelled and began twitching as if it were a demented snake. Then like lava spewing from a volcano his thick globular cum shot from the head of his cock and flooded her insides.

As if in the throes of an epileptic fit her body convulsed and her mind melted as together with his her own climax engulfed her. An ear shattering scream of pure animal lust burst from her chest as with the last of her strength she pushed back against him. A minute, an hour, a lifetime later she collapsed wearily atop her desk but still the clinging tight walls of her vagina refused to let him go. Like the fingers of a farmer massaging the teat of his prize milk cow the muscles of her vulva caressed and stroked his cock in an effort to draw every last drop of his thick warm spunk. Her only answer to his repeated taunts was incomprehensible grunts

For immeasurable minutes they stayed thus then together with slapping a still quiver ass cheek he pulled from her. Through the tidal surge of blood rushing through her veins she dimly heard his jovial command and obediently, albeit slowly, she rolled from her desk and slipped to her knees. As her tongue flicked out then her lips closed about his semi limp dark cock cleaning it of their combined juices she could only mutter incomprehensibly to his taunts. "Is you my slut Mrs. Reynolds? Is you my white fuck toy to pleasure myself with whenever and however I's a mind to."

For several minutes he looked down at her with a shit eating grin on his face as she slavishly washed his cock and balls with lips and tongue. Yes, Mrs. Reynolds would serve him well of that he was sure. Then with little regard as to her feelings or what she might think he both pushed against her forehead and pulled his cock from her hungrily sucking mouth. That his actions caused her to fall awkwardly back against her desk he cared little. She was his slut. His black cock loving white trash cum slut to do with as he pleased.

"Tomorrow come lunch time Mrs. Reynolds I specs you to pay me a visit in dah boiler room, so don't disappoint me you hear me slut. Make sure you be wearing some pretty little panties stead dem old white cotton things like you wore today though. Course just like des here today I'll be keeping whatever you wear as a souvenir, so if'n you'd rather just go without panties altogether den dat be fine with me. Make it easier for dis nigga to get at your black cock loving snatch, and dat is what you be wanting isn't it slut?" Pulling up his pants he turned and retrieved his cleaning cart. Then with a self assurance and arrogance he hadn't felt in a long time he walked from the classroom without looking back.


- The End - [Maybe]

Mrs.Arstic My First Time, Her First Ten Inch Cock.

shimtr on Teen Stories

I was stuck in my 5th hour class with my most hated but loved teacher Mrs.Arstic she taught my toughest course and was a bitch about it. But she was hot not just everyday highschool whore hot. She had a tight atheltic body with a great round ass and the perfect tits to match not to big not to small. My 10 inch cock twitched everytime she walked past. Though it was a well known fact that I was packing a 10 incher I was still a virgin. I was waiting for the right girl the one who knew what the hell she was doing. Not like the hundreds of highshool whores that chased me around and didn't know a blowjob from a picnic. I snapped out of my day dream when Mrs.Arstic walked past my cock raised a small bit but my basketball shorts didn't hide much. Mrs.Arstic stared at my cock's o

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utline for a minute mouth hanging open then quickly turned away and shuffled off to her desk.                                                                                   

    Not ten minutes later the finale bell rang and I started to rise carefull to hide my slightly erect cock. Then Mrs.Arstic's velvet voice said. "Tyler you'll be staying after for a while". I froze what had I done? Was it my grade? Panicing I sat back down at my desk. Minute ticked buy and I stoped hearing kids rushing in the halways to leave. It was silence just me and Mrs.Arstic. I sat in my desk for another hour and a half of heart pounding fear till Mr.Arnburn our janitor steped in and said "Locking up Catiy you leaving?" to which she replied "No I'll be staying a little after today I'll lock up" Mr.Arnburn nodded and steped out shutting out the lights in the hallway as he went.                                           

         Mrs.Arstic got up shut the door and with a soft click locked it and pulled down the shades. She breathed out a sigh of relief "Thank god I thought he'd never leave, Don't worry your not in trouble I just wanted to see if these rumours I heard floating around were actually true." I stumbled "...Excuse me?..What rumours" She said" Oh.. I think you know which ones" She walked twoards me and said "stand up" I stood facing her my cock still straining a little bit against the shorts but I hoped it was to dark to notice. Then in one quick movement she pulled down my shorts and boxers leaving my cock hanging down. "Oh my, So they are true. It is big well lets see how big it can get" Now I finally understood what was going on and my cock raised in expectation, my fantasy was coming true. She slowly pulled the turtleneck over her head, exposing a lacy red bra straining against the pressure of the perfect tits below. My cock extended a bit more and raised up and inch or so. Then with a shiver she unhooked the front hooks of her bra and exposed the tits I'd dreamed of for two years. They were perfect, they were tan, big, and perky they didn't sag like so many girls did when the bra came off. She walked over to her desk and using a key from her ring unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out a big bottle of wet and wild lube. That did it my cock jumped up to its full height. "My My the rumours didn't exaggerate well lets make this big boy cum." She leanded over grabed the middle of my cock with one hand and slowly parted her lips with my dick.              

        It was everything I imagined it to be the gently swirling of her tounge and the agressive movement of her head made for a perfect symphony that nearly made me cum right there. She stopped for a moment then pushed my cock slowly into the back of her mouth deep down she took almost 7 inches of it before she gagged and coughed. "Well lets just save that load for a little later" she said with a wink and started getting dressed. "Meet me at the Hyatt at 9 don't be late." and with that she was gone. Leaving me with a room key and and load of cum unsprung.                                                                                      ==============Segment Two the hotel===============        I pulled up to my local "love shop" and walked in, I went for the condoms first found a section for the "larger gentlmen" And got and assourtment of colors and textures. Next I picked up a half gallon of warming "love goo" and headed for the hyatt.                                                                                          I reached room 687 "A Suite" nocked and from within I heard a soft "Come in" over the shower. I pushed the door in and walked for the second bathroom to prepare. I rolled on a large blue condom put my boxers back on which didn't help much because about 4 inches of cock stuck above the waistband, It looked like I was strangling a smirf. A little while later Mrs.Arstic walked in soaking wet and completly naked. She striped down my boxers and laughed. "Silly boy you won't be needing this" and she tore off the condom and whiped it across the room. "but" I stammered "Trust me, I'm on the pill I can't get knocked up. Live a little, Now your going to have to warm me up a little seeing as that badboy won't fit straight away." She guided my head into a position between her legs, The sight of her wet pussy nearly made me cum. It was like a 14 year old girls little cunnie no lip just a slit between the legs and covered in juices. She guided my head in closer and coached me on how to use my tounge and where to find her clit. My toung split the lips of her pussy and slid all the way up till I found the hard lump that was her clit and I started swirling my tounge around to the tune of her instuructions soon she was moaning and arching her back up begging for more. Her juices were really pumping now my entire face was covered in sweet sweet pussy goo. "Stop..Stop" she said with a strain "You don't want me to cum yet." I sat back up on my knees and she spread her legs out a bit "its time she said" She grabbed the lube and put the whole damn top of the bottle in elevated her pussy up and filled it to the brim. Brining her pussy down and letting the extra spill out all over the bed. I couldn't stand it I needed pussy now. I spread a bit of goo on my cock and spread her legs.                            My tip seperated her lips slowly and I guided it on in farther, slowly I pushed in deeper she moaned in pain a bit but soon her pussy stretched to allow my cock. I could see the outline of my cock on the top of her abdomine stretching her skin. I pushed all ten inches in all the way to my balls and I started pumping in and out. The sweet velvet folds of her pussy felt tight and warm against my throbing cock I started to feel my balls tingle. " Quic rub my clit I want us to cum at the same time." above my throbing cock I found the little hard nub of her clit and rub that to. I couln't hold it any longer I burst for the first time. "theres so much cum." she said in a strained tone. I could tell she was close to. I pulled out and rubbed at her clit vigeroulsy till she gave one last loud scream that surely woke the nieghbors. My cum and hers mixed and spewed out from her contracting pussy all over the bed. covering both of us in a sweet sticky mess. We lay panting next to each other on the bed covered in each others goo and loving it.                                                                            she whispered to me, "next is my ass" 

 Please keep a watch out for part three of the story                                                                                                                                                                                          

Six Ways to Sunday Chp. 1

writermike on Animal Stories

        6 Ways to Sunday

                             Chp. 1 The Return                  

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style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in">Steve and I arrived, at our friends’ house, in the late morning. The boat trip is always long; today it was hot, muggy, and windless. The drone of the engine was mesmerizing. Between the hot sun and the drone of the engine it was easy to drift back to the mad rushing of this morning and last night as we put the trip together. It has been so long since we have gotten together. Three years, more or less, the time just slipped away. Our jobs have gotten in the way of the visits. Their moving onto Joyce’s island after her surprise retirement, four years ago made it even harder. Here I am at last, on an extended vacation most likely terminal leave, the time ‘perfect.’ I could spend some quality time with my closest friend.

 

I really looked forward to our shared vacations, with Joyce and John, and missed them the last few years. This is the first time on their delightful private offshore island. Till now I had only seen pictures; and listened to her talk about her hide-a-way and how they both worked at remodeling the original building and adding another building of equal size then tying them together with a wrap around covered deck, and then adding modern conveniences.

 

Joyce is a gorgeous lady in every way. A large woman in her forties, not fat, just big boned, pleasingly plump, and tall. She has a full head of raven black hair, with some strands of gray mixed about. She has a plump face and lips to match, accented by her full eyebrows, large dark brown eyes, and always smiling. Her skin was lightly dark and creamy, clad as usual in a nice, but plane one tone button-down the front mid-length dress and boots not shoes.  Joyce hated shaving, and stopped since she went into semi-retirement. Joyce is an all-natural; energetic, graceful, always smiling warmly woman that always remains calm when everyone else has lost it. I’ve never seen her down in the dumps. She is always ready to help those who are find their way out.

 

Ever since I’ve known Joyce when not at work she always has projects going in the kitchen, house, and the yard. She is very talented in artful and practical ways, loves to be busy, and independent. She always sets a side quiet time as well as time for friendship. I marvel at how much life Joyce has, so animated, intuitive, ready to get involved, and contribute. I was so surprised when she announced her retirement. I was sure she would work at the hospital and her clinic until she dropped or they dragged her off. She was devoted to her clients. Many of them literally brought back to sanity from madness myself included.  

 

John was off somewhere doing chores when we arrived. A huge rough mountain man; with red beard and hair to match every feature from his nose to his toes is over sized and over whelming. He talks with a deep bellowing voice. He looks like he sports a size 13EEE. He is intimidating, threatening until you get to know him, then he is just a big jolly teddy bear. Always wears faded Levi’s, shirts and blue jeans, scuffed boots, and a dirty hat. Good at everything he works at especially, working with wood or rockeries. By looking you couldn’t tell he was an electrical engineering consultant.

 

Joyce was accompanied with Casey the family dog of long standing, and a new pet, ‘Jake.’ A giant horse of a dog greeted us at the dock. The welcome was warm, filled with hugs, and kisses. We both acted like giggling schoolgirls screaming oohs and aahs between kisses. The rowdy accompaniment, from Jake and Casey, the island mascots, made the riotous greeting even louder.

 

Jake a gigantic Great Dane and Saint Bernard mix, a perfect match for John, and a sweet ‘hinz 57’ long hair Labrador type mix named Casey. Joyce shooing them away was pointless they stayed close out of curiosity biting and pawing at each other playfully. She invited us into her home, a big but warm and cozy looking Cape Cod, type home. The two of them barking and biting at each other playfully as the three of us toted the baggage from the dock to the house.

 

“Come on in, Steve, Alice I’ll fix some cool drinks.” Joyce tempted.

 

“We’ll have sodas,” I said, “Steve has had a few too many on the way across.”

 

We sat and chatted, about the boat ride, the drive, and the weather, for a half-hour or so. It was hard not making some kind of comment about Steve’s drinking on the boat. Joyce offered to find John just in time, and then her timing has always been perfect. Steve wanted to go with her. I declined; offering to get things put away, and settled in. I ‘really’ wanted a shower, a chance to lie down, rest my eyes, and relax some. I was cramping a little from my period, feeling edgy, puffy, and tired.

 

The island was big; full of trees, trails, and hills, all sorts of wonderful hiding places, they would be gone a long time. I waved goodbye to them, and headed, to the guestroom with our bags. I set the bags in the corner, stripped off my clothes, and eagerly climbed into the shower. The shower was wonderful; I made the water really hot, and stayed in a long time, letting the hot water wash away my aches, pains, and sweat. I love the feeling of tiny little hot fingers stinging yet caressing my body washing any and all stresses. I love the feeling I get from the rough, soap filled washcloth, when I’m scrubbing, messaging and caressing. There is nothing like, the squeaky clean feeling, gotten only by scrubbing with hot soapy water.

 

Enough; I finally felt relaxed after being blasted by their water pressure, followed by a brisk rub down, with one of Joyce's luxurious towels. I was in the mood for more than a nap, though a nap would do quite nicely. I lay down on the king-sized bed, and began caressing my face, breasts, feeling my achy stomach. I slid my hands between my parted legs I lifted them and felt my thighs. I began fingering my swollen achy opening and caressing my vulva and anus I love caressing every part of my own body, especially after a shower. I loved getting myself off, and I did often.

 

I love other people touching me as long as they make it feel good. I liked large rough hands, like Steve, or John’s all over my body. I love my girlfriends’ hands on me caressing me in a way only a woman would know. Joyce is my best girlfriend, and I long to feel her caressing me again. The aching edginess gave way to warmth as I began remembering, the many nights we spent satisfying each other. I love Joyce and I know she loves me. We both understood that as good as we were for each other we needed to have steady men in our lives that we could love as well.

 

Steve is my best boyfriend; I love him, even if he drinks too much and isn’t very attentive. A shiver of delight ran through my body, as I began thinking of Steve, and the other night. ‘My God!’ we had some really hot sex after that porn movie I got at the video store. There was some serious sucking, fucking, licking, and eating. Steve kept his self from cumming for a long time, waiting until I was finished with one of my orgasms, so I could feel him release, he even saved another hot lode for my anus, that time, he hasn’t done that for a while. My, he ‘is!’ good in bed some times when he wants to be.

 

 I am just sorry I have to be the one, to initiate every time. I half to get the videos, set the mood and do the seducing. More and more lately he seemed intent on doing “his thing,” and letting me fend for, myself. Even “his thing,” is pretty good, when he tries. Though I love him dearly it would still be nice for him to show he wanted it by starting the love play more often. Enough of that, my periods always make me whiney grouchy, and horny. I am in the mood for some sex, but half to wait; Steve won’t be back, for a long time. So a nap would do, or maybe, I’ll just get myself off before I sack out. “I’ll blame it on my period,” I said out loud.

 

I got up to go pee again, and added an extra liner to my panties (incase). I went back to bed, and found it occupied by Casey, a quick jerk, of her collar convinced her I wanted it all. She rested her head on the bed whined and wondered off. I was away in another world oblivious to everything. My legs were fanned wide-open, bent at the knees a little, to put tilt to my hips. My fingers and hands were caressing every contour exploring every fold of my genitalia. As I began twiddling, my little button of a clitoris with my thumb and index finger, my eyes closed and I began yearning for sexual release. I used my forefinger ring and little fingers to play with the little folds of my labia and vulva, brushing lightly over my thin blond hairs. With my left hand I fondled my right breast and twiddling my nipple, (heaven was opening), I felt some sweet cream glazing my labia.

 

I have a deliciously desirable body, and I love it dearly, and I know Steve loves it to. It is nice to know that after having had two kids, (grown and gone) been married twice and almost into the dreaded forties, I was still a desirable hot-blooded woman. I like having other men, and women flirt and chase after me, it made me wet just thinking of it. One of the guys at work, popped into my head, a dippy sort he was always telling me how beautiful I am. I thought it was just a line; he was just teasing me trying to seduce me, I finally became convinced he really was in love with me, (in a child like way). I had to explain that I was married, and happy, that he should find someone else. He said he could tell I was happy, that he just wanted to be around me, would take only what I felt good about giving, and assured me he would never cause trouble with my husband. I gave him a hug and said, “Only play acting.” So I flirted with him a few times, and fantasized about more (I kept that to myself).

 

Except for Joyce, I have been faithful to Steve. Joyce and I share a very special love. Neither of us wanted to be outed for professional reasons. We laughed often saying that, “if one of us had a penis we would be married”.  We think alike, as much as; we love each other; we are not true lesbians, because we both like a ‘dick!’ a real dick inside our vaginas, our rectums, and/or in our mouths. When it comes to penetration, we’ve never liked strap-ons or dildos just tongues, dicks and fingers, and ‘God!’ Joyce knew exactly how to get me off.

 

I feel good about myself and treat myself, accordingly. All these things were flashing through my mind as I fondled my body, gradually softening, in my hands. I approached that wonderful pinnacle I longed for. I pulled my panties down a bit so I could slide my hand around easier. My God I loved to orgasm to feel the tension build, the muscles squeeze, and then release, with juices flowing. I would gradually approach, then back away, (I loved teasing myself), Steve, Joyce, that guy from work, nameless, and faceless others, from a long line of playmates kept entering my head.

 

The guy from work was staying for some reason. I think it is because he really likes me, and wants to please me, or I am tempted by him, or that he writes porn stories, for me to read, (some weren't bad either) because I told him I loved to read and watch porn. He had an animal fetish, as several were about animals fucking women mostly, a few about women on women, and men and woman, a couple were about men and sheep. It was easy to tell he didn’t have a lot of experience at sex, still some of them were fun reading.  In his stories, about women, ‘I…!’ Was always the ‘leading!’ lady, ‘great’? He never ended them; he said he wanted me to end them.

 

I read the ones that caught my attention; they were stirring in a licentious way. I caught myself reading some over, because they made me ‘hot!’ I wondered what it would be like, to have some smelly hairy beast drooling, grunting, and humping; fighting between them selves to see who was going to be the first to mate, and feeling them stuffing their dicks wherever they could. Driven by the raw urge to mate, being scratched and bitten, (repulsive) but still I wanted to feel what it would really be like. The animals, I’ve seen mating were always so sweated, desperate, out of control, frenzied. It’s hard to imagine such a violent act feeling good even to their mates. Primates were the only ones that looked like they liked it. I’ve gotten very hot fantasizing being mounted by a gorilla.   

 

I love sex, (I‘ve had more than my share), it is the orgasm, that does it, felling my juice flow, my muscles squeezing, and my skin sweating. Some times my climaxes are explosive, and the juices would gush. I love to feel the tension mount then release in roiling waves and the feeling of being totally spent after orgasm, together make me feel so alive tingly all over and ready to sleep some times and others wildly awake.

 

I love having sex with other women; they kiss, and fondle better than men do, they are more intuitive. There’s more going on with a woman when she comes, their whole body is consumed, her passions fire burns hotter, and always more juice to drink. A woman is always more grateful for her climax. Other women have coaxed me to orgasm, but I need a ‘dick!’ for a good climax. Except for Joyce she can make me cum and cum explosively hard, hot, and wet.

 

I like getting a guy's rocks off, and feel his dick flexing inside my mouth, pussy, or anus during and after climax. I hate rubbers they ruin it totally. I love the taste and smell of semen, the squirts of hot cum inside. To feel sperm spill out of my pussy, or mouth, or slide down my throat when I swallow it. I love to feel my cum ooze out, coating my anus, or lathering a man’s face. To feel it sliding down his cheeks or squeeze out around his dick and pool on his belly. To know my juices were mixing with his inside me, I get so wet when sex is good.

 

 I like giving pleasure, and as long as my lover tries to do the same for me; I would go after them again. I love Steve; I like getting his cum in my mouth, in me or on me. I ‘do!’ want to give him pleasure, but then I really ‘Love…!’ Steve.

 

A loud crash echoed through the room. It triggered a small climax. “Ooohh…! God that felt…! Good,” I moaned. I peeled my panties off as my cum had pooled inside pasting them to my fanny. I lay there a moment before realizing; I really had heard a noise. I was so absorbed in fingering myself, I wasn’t sure. I raised my head, and saw Casey sprawled on the floor struggling to her feet. She scrambled up, and tried again to leap onto the bed, apparently her original goal, but the throw rug foiled her jump.

 

“Oh, all right, you mutt, get up here,” I said as I helped her up. “There is enough room for two ladies, just don’t crowd, Ok?” It was too warm for covers, so I lay back down, intending to take a catnap. My mind slowly wandered, back to some of my fun sexual exploits, a common daydream. Some were really a gas. I remember once, this guy, not so good looking, but he was big, blond, had a great build, and young. He had a nice dick; lots of precum would drip when he got excited. I remember him being so nervous it was funny, we were kissing, the first night, when I put my hand inside his pants, he was soaking with his thick viscous fluid and when I squeezed, more juice oozed between my fingers from the head on that ridged shaft.

 

The first time I let him touch my pussy with his cock he literally exploded, shooting hot sperm, in think long ropy globs, all over my legs, my stomach; he even hit me in the face with some of it. He apologized, over and over, for squirting sperm all over me he looked like he was about to cry.

 

I remember, rubbing his face in it, and on my pussy, holding him and moving his face here and there, until I had smeared it all over me. Then I pushed his face into my pussy again, making him eat me till his face was lathered with my own cum. His tongue was all slobbery, soft, and ‘Ssooo…! Goood…!’ especially, when he slapped my, clitoris, and wiggled it in my vagina making ‘my cum’ gush and splash on his face. He wasn’t much at sex we tried a few times, he was to quick to cum, but he was great at performing with his mouth and tongue.

 

       The image of this guy was so vivid. I could feel him doing it to me in my daydream. It was so real I reached down to sort of, guide his mouth toward my clitoris, and was startled to find Casey’s tongue there. I screamed, “My…! God…!” and jumped up, throwing that damned dog off of the bed. It was gross; I was grossed out, I started to gag, I actually had a dog, licking my pussy. Now, I ‘really…!’ did need shower. I stopped (froze), and thought for a bit sickened as I was; I realized I was losing my cookies in flows and Casey’s face was soaked. I my thighs were soaked and a pool had formed on the spread, my pussy muscles were flexing my knees were weak. I was delirious with desire. I knew dogs were attracted to blood, and other fluids. Here I am in ‘Heat…!’ myself, I did want help and Casey was attracted to me. I thought about it. “It sure felt ‘good…!’ I’m no prude I’ve been with girls, no one would know. Why not! I ‘Am!’ really hot ‘Now…!’ and ‘we are here…!’”

 

I looked at Casey while I toyed with my wet swollen vaginal opening, and patting my labia and asked licentiously, looking at Casey watching her lick her chops, “Is this what you want old girl to eat a little pussy?” I petted her head and scratched her ears,  “Casey girl get back up here.” I cooed coyly, “Good! Girl! You want to take care of old auntie Alice?” I coaxed her back up on the bed and lay back down. Casey found her way back to my pussy, and started licking as though she was starving.

 

 Actually I didn’t know if it was my vaginal juices, from masturbating or what that attracted her who cares. She pushed her cold nose right on my little clitoris causing my muscles convulse, the rapid licking was causing shudders to wash over me, her warm, rough, wet tongue slithered in, out, up, and around vaginal opening. I was becoming very aroused as that rough wet tongue scraped across genitalia. Hot blood was engorging my vaginal lining, my clitoris, and labia were being electrified.

 

Her tongue would slide across my clitoris causing, shock waves to roll through me, and more juices to flow. I started moaning loudly, rhythmically undulating my hips on the bed. Casey raised and lowered her head keeping her nose and tongue right on my swollen vaginal opening, aggressively licking up as much of the juices as she could.

The faster my juices ran out, the faster Casey worked her tongue. I could feel my vagina dilating wider letting Casey’s rough tongue slide in deeper, I began pistonning my feet to the sky. She was sticking her long rough tongue right into me pulling it out; and sliding the full length of it across my clitoris. With each lick my pussy quivered my abs convulsed I thought my insides were going to squirt out all over. “Oohh…! God Oohh! God Go… Go…!” I gasped. I let her work on my pussy, and clitoris. I was in heaven. No one had ever done this to me. Her tongue was so long; it felt like it went all the way up and into my cervix sucking on it. I was so wet Casey’s tongue made slurping sounds when it slapped my labia. God, it was great. I squeezed my eyes shut, as I was getting closer to climaxing. I shook, panted, and squealed with each lick. With a gasp I pushed my hips to the sky, strained, griped the covers and climaxed as a gushing torrent splashed across Casey’s face causing her to reel back briefly. I moaned loudly,  “Uuuhah…! Pheew…!” I lay there and twitched to Casey’s licks for what seemed like forever. I could have continued for hours, except for a sudden loud crash bang, and with a bounce Casey was gone.

 

I am not sure about Casey, but I was in heaven. Up the erotic hill, I ran and then over the top. My muscles still ached they pulsed with a lustful urgency, my sweet cream was still flowing. I wanted Casey back to finish what she started. I knew I was not able, to satisfy my needs. Panic began to rake across my body, as looked up to see what happened. It was Jake; he had loudly burst into the room, and just like Casey he slipped on the throw rug, rolling all the way over on his back. I gasped when I saw his red dick poking out from his sheath, as he flailed about on his back. In a flash he was, back on his feet, lumbering onto the bed straddling me with all fours. Like a puppy he was trying to see what all the excitement was about.

 

Jake started giving me slobbery doggy kisses all over my face. I could feel his essence dripping out of his penis splattering on my naked body as it flailed about. His large paws had me trapped. He started licking the drops from my belly. I started to roll over to get up, but he put his large paw on my shoulder holding me to the bed. He started licking my nipples, neck ears, and again the face. I was getting slobbery kisses all over.

 

I was beginning to panic, I struggled broke free and started to rise and crawl away Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair tugged, I lost my balance, and fell against his side. Now he had his front leg holding my thigh to the bed, and rear leg holding my shoulder down, pinning me down while he was fervently licking my thighs and stomach. I was really trembling; my head was against the wall. I looked up and saw his large red cock dangling above my face his scent dripping rapidly onto my face and hair; I was being soaked.

 

Now I was in a full-fledged panic. I was crying, and my flailing seemed to fuel his attack. Now we were face to face again, and he was licking my arms, breasts, and face. His scent was spewing onto me soaking me. I started begging between sobs, “Oh stop god please stop!” I could feel the squirts splashing on my belly, rolling down my sides and the dribbles on my pussy running between my legs, down my pussy lips, and across my anus. I was looking at his giant cock and became very weak I didn’t want to struggle any longer; I could hardly breath, my heart was pounding so hard, and the throbbing in my ears was deafening.

 

Just as I thought I was going to pass out, stillness washed over me warming me. I looked again the fear turned into hunger. Licentiously I marveled this was the biggest dick I had ever seen, and ‘God! Do I Want…! it’ inside me.

 

Jake sensed this and took his paws off started licking his way down to my breasts, and nipples. His rough tongue stretched my nipples his sharp teeth brushed across them making them so hard I thought they were going to explode. Jake slithered his tongue down my stomach and sides, back to my belly and bellybutton and down to my genitalia and thighs. Jake was washing my whole body with his tongue.

 

My legs fanned wide I rolled my buttocks into his face in a spontaneous reflex as his tongue slathered across my labia. I looked up and saw his huge dripping wet red cock dangling over my face. A lump formed in my throat. I was both frightened and intoxicated, I had never been face to face (as it were) to a dick this big, and getting bigger, I knew it was going to hurt but I wanted it in me. It was going to be the first time having a dick big enough to hurt. 

 

My panic gone I could breathe again, think, and feel. I was being given a tongue bath by a dog and I liked it. I was, being seduced by this gigantic dog, lumbering over me intent on having his way. I wasn’t sure I was ready, for ‘that dick’. I looked at it again, and fear flooded in. I tried to get up to leave again, and Jake quickly put his hind paw on my shoulder to holding me in place. He pushed his nose right into my hairs I felt his hot breath blow across my labia and through hairs as he sniffed and snorted. He was licking from my belly button, to my inner thighs, up to my knees, and back. Taking long, slithery, wet licks (again and again) with that rough tongue.

 

I realized; I was about to be fucked by an animal, a giant dog, and I wanted it. Jake was moving his wonderful tongue to my pussy, my thighs, my fanny, all over my belly. When he ran his tongue across my arm-pit I squealed like a little girl and his breath was so hot as it gusted across my skin when he sniffed and snorted at my sweated skin. I was close to cumming my thick sweet juice was flowing so fast that Jake’s licks sounded like slurps, it ran down my anus and pooled under my fanny.

 

His dick loomed over my face I could see it had become ridged, and dripping. Something came over me I wanted to taste it. I reached up with my mouth gaping and closed on it, a gush flushed out gagging me. Jake spun around to my face his face was glazed with my sweet cream. It dangled from his fleshy jowls. I could feel my own lust churning deep in my gut. I didn't care who saw us. I was being swept away, in a lustful rapture.

 

 It didn't take long for Jake to see I was his; he took his paw off taking a wider stance; and started frantically licking me all over, jumping back and forth like a child in a toy store. He would give several licks to my pussy, and several to my face and sides slithering from corner to corner head to toe. His dick was sticking out farther and was much bigger. I could clearly see a big knot inside his sheath. He was spraying his scent all over the bed, and me. My juices too were free flowing, and my vagina was dilated. Jake was starting to focus on it, taking longer and deeper licks. The soft pliant skin of my labia clung to the rough textured tongue as it swept across stretching them.

 

I heard a moan from deep inside him as his licking quickened. I became so wet it sounded like Jake’s tongue was slurping, and sloshing in a bowl as it swept across my swollen vaginal opening. It felt like he was sucking my guts out through my pussy with each swish.

 

I ached from my neck to my feet. I was having rectal spasms. My gag reflex was being triggered. I had piss squirting all over the bed as I squirmed, writhing from passion’s pain. I thought I was going to have a coronary, my heart pounded so fast and hard. I’ve never been so aroused. Jake was slithering his wonderful tongue up my stomach back to my face. Again we were face to face, and I was straddled, and ‘My…! God…!’ I was thrilled, intoxicated. I raised my hands to hug him and squeeze him. My mouth opened as I gasped for a breath, Jake’s tongue snaked into the back of my throat. I coughed and gagged, out it popped, and down to my breast he went, with his slobbery rough tongue licking, over and over my hard nipples covering breasts it sent an ache deep into my chest. His essence was dripping rapidly right on my hairs, running down my labia, and across my anus, and mixing with my own juices and all pooling beneath my fanny.

 

Jake looked up, and right into my eyes, and started to lick my mouth. “My God!” I thought; He was kissing me on the lips. I opened my mouth, and in slithered Jake’s tongue, again taking a long deep slide in. Again I gagged and back out onto my face, long enough to give me a chance to breathe, and back in and down even deeper and stayed in longer. I felt his sharp teeth slide down my cheeks; I felt his tongue undulating in the back of my throat. “Oh God!” I was being French kissed deliberately and skillfully by a dog my god a dog.

 

Jake seduced my passions, he was no longer an animal and I was no longer a human, together we were ‘burning passion.’ He pushed his nose against to my swollen pussy, my legs splayed wide instantly in an uncontrolled reflex giving him unobstructed access to my genitalia. I could feel my vagina dilating and quivering as his tongue started snaking across my clitoris, labia, vulva, and anus. My anus was squeezing, and flaring, my heart leapt into my throat and back into my stomach each time he moved his jowls along the inside of my thighs.

 

With each lick my juices would flood, my body would undulate, and the ache would pound deep into my groin. I groaned aloud, “My ‘God…!’ I Want you ‘Inside…!’ Me now…! My god please…!” I was burning inside, with each slithery lick, my vaginal muscles convulsed, and flared. Suddenly I arched gasped and screamed loudly, "Oohh…! God Oohh…! God Uuuhhh phew…!” Urine mixed with cum burst in a torrential gush splashing Jake’s face; he winced and came right back. My vaginal muscles convulsed over and over as I orgasmed, Jake franticly licking as much of my cream as he could, it felt like he was sucking on my cervix with each lick. My orgasm subsided; I lay there breathing rapidly, and deeply. I was still being raked with a raging desire to mate I wanted to cum again, and I wanted that ‘Big’ ‘Hard’ ‘Cock’ inside me. 

 

I knew what I wanted and what I had to do. While Jake towered over me, I rolled over on my stomach, between his legs. I lifted my butt, pushing it into his hot hairy belly, rubbing his belly with my fanny, and waited painfully aching. Jake moved to my side and started working his tongue from my face, arms, to my waste and thighs. While Jake was licking my thighs I looked at his dick, (I gasped) it had gotten bigger. He gave my face a few more licks, and moved around behind me.

 

He pushed my legs with his nose coaxing my legs wider. My genitals were wide open I tilted my hips as he moved in. The convulsions began raging again, as Jake pushed his nose into my anus and started giving long licks with his rough wet tongue to my swollen vaginal opening, he gave it long deep licks. I started groaning, louder and louder with each convulsion I thought I was going to vomit my stomach ached so.

 

I could tell he was about to mount me, like Steve, Jake was slithering his rough wet tongue across my anus, over and over making my whole body quake, my breath gust from my mouth, He moved his tongue along my back up to my ear, my neck. When he first mounted me he had his head on my buttock, and started to hump my hair spraying it and my face with large forceful spurts of his scent. I looked at his dick again it was still huge and ridged. I became frightened again. Jake jumped off and I tried to get away but Jake grabbed a mouth full of hair and pulled my head down pinning it to the bed. He moved along side put his paw on my shoulder, and started licking my ear. My head was spinning so much as he climbed on, I didn’t know up from down, right from left. I only knew I was straddled. I squeezed my eyes shut as Jake started probing with his wet penis, hitting my thighs, around my butt, and bouncing painfully off my clitoris. He was looking for the sweet spot. I could feel him squirting his essence on my legs, my back, and my pussy. I felt it dripping off my pussy, running down my thighs. I could smell him. Oh God! I Could Smell…! Him! How, I wanted him to stuff that huge cock into me and Cum…!

 

The pounding of my heart in my ears was deafening. I could feel his large cock probing all around my open swollen vagina rubbing it on my clitoris. I felt hot spurts hitting my labia and dripping off. With a sudden short thrust his giant cock popped in. I screamed and jerked away Jake jumped back. Jake’s big dick hurt terribly when he entered my vaginal canal, the first time. I quickly repositioned myself so Jake could reenter me.

 

He started slithering his rough wet tongue across my hot wet genitalia. He stretched my labia with each lick. I was fully dilated when Jake remounted, started slowly licking my shoulder and neck. He penetrated my swollen vaginal opening with a quick jab and withdrew, and again entered with a short jab and jerked it out. It really hurt deep inside me; I knew I wasn’t being injured so I didn’t move. I could feel Jake spraying me with his essence on my legs, my back, and my pussy each time he pulled it out, I was being wetted down, it felt so good it was intoxicating.

 

 Jake penetrated me again deeper, this time taking several strokes with it inside me. With a yank he withdrew, and gush of urine surged out of me. Jake’s large cock parted my vaginal opening; over and over each time he went in he went deeper. It hurt less and less each time he penetrated me. It felt as if he were teasing me on purpose, preparing me to be fully penetrated, as if he were a sensitive lover that knew that his cock was much bigger then I was used to.

 

I was pushing my body into his huge, hard, wet cock. His short strokes became deliberate, going in deeper and deeper; he was staying inside me, sliding that huge dick inside. A flood of orgasms began exploding inside; I convulsed and groaned loudly, “Oohh! God! Oowha! God! Oowha! Phew…!” My cum squeezed out around his dick as he pushed it in. My climaxes subsided even though Jake was still rhythmically working his cock inside me.

 

His tender licking was caressing my ears, my face, neck, and my arms. He was taking long slow licks with his rough wet tongue. I felt his hot breath on my face, and ears. His huge dick was throbbing inside me as that monstrous knot pressed firmly against my vulva.

 

I regained my senses and caught my breath. I felt his front legs gripping me tighter his breath quickening. I knew he was going to do all he could do, to shove that monstrous knot deep into me. I knew it would be painful yet I wanted it. I could feel his dick pulsing within me. I could feel his dick knot (outside the sheath), pressing hard against my vulva, and his testicles bouncing on my legs at the end of each thrust.

 

I was awash in sweat, trembling, gasping for every breath. Jake started using his head to hug my shoulder, his legs at my waste, began to grip tighter. As he started working his cock again I heard deep guttural growls. His thrusts quickened becoming more forceful, pounding that huge knot against my opening. The pain was shooting into my gut and down my legs. Harder and faster, came Jake’s thrusts, they became frenzied he was desperate for full penetration. I could feel his dick swell and turn hotter.

 

Jake paused, his powerful thrusts he was panting rapidly as he moved his head closer to mine. I could here him moaning and grunting as he moved about. He tightened his grip with front legs, and moved his back legs closer improving the angle. He was using his whole body to grip me. He deliberately pressed his knot, harder and harder against my swollen vagina, straining to mate.

 

With calculated precision Jake began short powerful jabs, grunting loudly with each one, never releasing the pressure. First two jabs then came four jabs, then a series of hard fast jabs, I orgasmed as I gasped for every breath. Again Jake pause he readjusted rested a few breaths. He flexed and started franticly jabbing, and grunting, forcefully straining to shove that large cock knot deep into me, and complete the mating. 

 

My muscles flared wide as I came again, my juices gushed out around his cock and down my legs. I tilted my hips facing my pussy into his relentless thrusts. I began rocking back and forth rhythmically pushing myself against his powerful thrusting.

 

Jake paused; again he shifted his head closer to mine. I felt his hot breath gusting across my cheek as he hugged both my head and shoulder tightly. He moved his front legs closer to my hips tightening his grip. He started working his large, hard, wet, dick taking long, slow, strokes from the tip his hot cock to the knot never taking his dick out. Jake was grunting and growling loudly, (with his) long rhythmic strokes. I could feel his powerful hairy haunches rubbing my buttocks; I felt his testicles swinging between my thighs while he moved. Oh how hot his skin felt on mine as he went deep inside me, pressing his whole body onto mine.

 

I was getting close to cumming again. My head was spinning, my breathing raced. I was pushing myself into his strokes and onto his hot wet dick in perfect time. I could feel my vagina fully dilated my rectum was flexing, and my mouth was pasty. My juices were welling up, spilling out with each thrust. I could feel them running down my legs and dripping down my belly. 

 

Suddenly Jake made one explosive thrust shoving, (with a loud pop), his monstrous cock knot in past my flexing muscles, raking my body with a terrible, terrible deep pain. For a few seconds I couldn’t breath, the muscles in my pussy spasmed, gripping tightly Jake’s dick behind the knot. I screamed out, “OOUHHCH! OOUHHCH! GOD OOUHHCH!!” I gagged several times, the room got dark, again I screamed out, “OOUUWGHU!”

 

I tried desperately to extricate that massive cock by jerking myself away, Jake would just follow, by stepping in and hump. I tried to stand but his weight was too much. My elbows were too weak to hold me up, and my legs started to quiver. The thrusts, became frenzied, long, fast and deep, they came. Every part of my body ached terribly. I started gasping as the pain shot down my legs and deep into my stomach, a knot formed in my throat, my mouth was glazed with a thick viscous slime. I renewed my efforts to extricate that massive cock by yanking myself away, each time a terrible pain exploded inside. I tried to stand again, this time I toppled to the floor dragging Jake with me. The impact rammed his cock painfully deep inside me. Jake yelped I heaved several times I thought (briefly) that I was injured. I started to panic and scrambled away dragging Jake with me. We were hopelessly locked together. I stopped struggling and just kept my buttock pushed into that giant hard cock it hurt less that way. Jake straddled me grabbed a mouth full of hair, and lifted. He firmly herded me back towards the bed. I clambered up half on half off. I couldn’t catch my breath I was gasping loudly and uncontrollably. Jake just stood there with his huge cock ensconced, not moving just tenderly licking at my face. I let out a series of loud sighs and lay there moaning. I knew Jake was going to start thrusting soon no mater what. I knew now the only way, I could get that dick out of me was to help him cum.

 

Jake kept licking me on my neck, my face, and shoulders down to my sides, and up to my armpits. With each lick my passion returned washing over me in waves. My muscles loosened their ironclad grip. Jake placed his head on top of mine and started to slowly pistonning his dick inside me again.

 

Jake started short slow rhythmic thrusts. I could feel his penis get hotter and pulse. I could feel that huge knot moving inside.  My vagina dilated; the juices welled up, and started running out again as the thrusts continued. I started salivating; I drooled as a knot welled in my throat. My vaginal muscles clenched, and flared. I started tilting my hips up into his haunches. My whole body was electrified.

 

Jake moved his front legs from beside my arms on the bed to my waste pushing them between my legs spreading them wider. I ran my hands down Jake’s powerful legs holding them tightly to me. His strokes quickened becoming longer deeper and deliberate. I strained against them; he was pushing me into the side of the bed with each deep thrust.

 

 My eyes closed as I felt his thrusting become hard and urgent driving his cock deep, bouncing me harder into the side of the bed. I grunted with pleasure, each time he thrust his large hot cock. He started humping with aggressive thrusts pausing a few times to press his whole body onto mine pushing his huge flexing dick all the way in. I could feel his dick knot deep inside my open aching vagina. He pressed his powerful hairy haunches against my buttocks straining to go deeper; his skin was burning hot.

 

          I couldn't get enough air, I started gasping; I felt like I was about to pass out. My stomach started to convulse I was cumming. Huge waves rolled over me I yelled in deep gasps, Oouuuhhha…! Oowha…! over and over I orgasmed, while Jake aggressively thrust his hot hard dick deeper into my dilated vaginal opening.

 

Jake paused, his powerful thrusting, he was panting as fast as I was. He moved his head closer to mine he tightened his grip with his front legs and moved his back legs closer to mine improving the angle. He started his long hard rapid thrusts again, without warning he suddenly exploded, into a frenzy of rapid powerful thrusts. My body strained against his powerful surges I bounced as Jake’s powerful hairy haunches slammed into my buttocks the feeling of his hot hard dick deep inside me was intoxicating. Then in a series of violent convolutions pressing tightly his whole hairy body to mine began, exploding with huge torrents of hot cum. With each spasmodic thrust cum gushed out of his hot dick, and into me then running down my legs. It was gushing into my vagina making me orgasm, as each hot gush spilled out. I could feel my cum, mixing with Jake’s as he filled my pussy. I could feel our two cums welling within and spilling out, running down my legs, dripping down my belly, and pooling beneath with each thrust.

A few more sporadic thrusts, some more small spurts of cum, it was over. I could feel it pooling inside and seeping out as Jake’s dick pulsed releasing more cum filling my vagina to over flowing. Then one last plunge followed by a full gush of cum and he lay draped across my back, spent.

 

He started trying to withdraw with short backward jerks. He was unable to break free, as my vaginal muscles spasmed clamping their grip onto Jake’s cock. The backward tugs turned into fervent yanks, as the efforts to extricate his massive cock failed. He paused and again tried to extricate his dick this time the fervent yanking turned into the hard rapid deep thrusts of renewed arousal, again I could feel his hot cum fill my vaginal canal to over flowing. Exhausted I relaxed, in time to the slowing strokes, so when Jake renewed his efforts to withdraw himself, out it ‘POPPED!’ followed by a gush of cum, his and mine, I dropped to the floor, completely spent, in a way I have never felt.  

 

          Sleep was finding its’ way. The dim shimmering light of the room made it easy. Jake licked his wonderful cock while standing over me, and then he gave my pussy a good cleaning, and lay down. Jake resting his head at my breast, I thought I was falling in love, nuzzled, and drifted off to dream land with my big teddy bear Jake. 

 

I woke up on the floor and Jake was gone, I was still weak, from the pounding I received. I climbed onto the bed and I laid there amazed at what I had done or let happen. I had never felt such a release. It was my time, I was horny, it was a new experience; all not important, it happened, and it felt “Good…!” I went pee climbed on top of the bed and went back to sleep.

 

I awoke in a panic, “My time, my God, I forgot,” I said out loud. I sat up afraid to look down, (but did) I had started my period, all over Joyce's bedspread, I put on my panties so I wouldn’t make a bigger mess, and grabbed the spread and started it soaking in the tub. I sat on the toilet for a while, and let the blood and cum drip. I out peed again and mused out loud “Jake fucked the liven piss out of me.” I thought ‘it is time for another shower. I am covered with cum and my period.

 

The warm water washed over me I soaped up good, I didn’t want anyone to smell Jake, I was covered with him, and my period. I got dressed, and went looking for Joyce. I found her in the kitchen fixing dinner. I didn’t know what to say. I knew I could tell Joyce anything and everything yet I didn’t know how I wanted to tell her. I was still a bit tired, shaky, and somewhat puzzled, by the events of the last two and a half to three hours. I wasn’t sure if any body was even back from looking for John. I heard Joyce in the kitchen.

 

“Oh Joyce I’m so sorry I’ve had an accident, and ruined your bedspread,” with embarrassment, and panic in my voice.

 

“Easy, easy what happened?” she said calmly.

 

“I started my period during my nap, and bled on your bed spread,” I said.

 

“Oh Alice don’t worry about that at all, the spread is old and tattered, I have a replacement in the linen closet.” Joyce reassured “I planned to take that one to the local charity on the main land next time over.”

 

Joyce reached and took it from me, reassuringly saying, “Come see what I picked out.” and asked, “You want to do some decorating?”

 

“Yes I’d love to see what you got, and do some decorating.” The tension leaving my voice I cautioned, “What about the boys?”

 

“Oh John has Steve helping with the boat, I think they are going to fish some before dinner, so we have a lots of time for fun.” She assured noting, “the sun stays up for ever in the summer.” Added gayly “Now lets take this old thing to the laundry.”

 

“When did you get Jake?” I asked as we walked. I wanted to get a feel or sense about Joyce, Jake, or something. I felt odd not just coming out with, ‘I let Jake fuck me and liked it’. We love each other I trust Joyce, I wanted to tell her (the way it was) I liked it and I wanted to like telling Joyce.

 

“We didn’t, we found him half drowned, at the beach he was floundering in the water.” she said walking up the stairs, “We think he came from the boat that sank just off shore.” She added, “It was the first time since I was young that I panicked in a crisis, this poor dog drowning, and I could only jump up and down scream for John”.  

 

“Was anyone hurt?” I asked.

 

“No, the coastguard was fast, saved the people, lost the boat.” she answered, and added, “When John came running, put the raft in the water. We jumped in I managed to gain some composer and helped with the water rescue.”

 

 “We’re glad to have him, he is a God send, a devoted pet. A really nice companion, for the times John is away on a job. I hope they never think to look for him.” Joyce entered the linen closet, more like a room than a closet she said warmly and added, “I doubt they will it has been two and a half years, Jake is part of the family now.”

 

“He’s so clumsy in a cute puppy like way.” I mused, and chuckled, “He looks like he is going to fall over with every step.”

 

“Yeah it’s hard to see him as a mouser. He catches mice and rats all the time. He doesn’t eat them; he just kills them, and leaves them for us to find, like a cat. We tried to train him, away from the squirrels and rabbits.” Joyce laughed adding, “the squirrels are safe now, but the rabbits well he likes them.”

 

“He looks, and acts like a young dog.”

 

Joyce lifted a floral patterned comforter looked at me, saying, “Yes he does; he may be four or five years old no more than…” Joyce paused and asked; “Do you feel okay? You look pale.”

 

“Oh I am a little tired, the trip was long, and I’ve started my period, it feels like a hard one this time. This year has been taxing,” I replied.

 

Joyce held the comforter again for me to look at.  

“That is beautiful, it matches the curtains, and the paint.” I admired, and added, “I’ll be just fine, after a little sleep, and some food.” 

 

We went to the room opening the windows airing it out, replaced the wet towels and floor mat in the bathroom. We made the bed. She looked up from the bed at me, and smiled, asking, “Would you like some hot tea?”

 

 “Yes that would be nice.” I smiled back, I knew that I would be able to tell Joyce at the right time, and added, “Thank you for easing the tension, I haven’t done that for years.”

 

 Joyce moved around the bed, and I moved to meet her, for the long awaited hug, and kiss from this very warm woman. I felt my spent passions return, as I melted in her arms, my mouth watered as she kissed me tenderly all over my face. Her fingers at my lips coaxed my mouth open, and her tongue flowed in, tasting like honey as it slowly rolled about, slow dancing with in. Her kisses were like a breath of fresh air. Breathing new life into and exciting me, I started kissing her back. We stopped at the same time and looked knowingly into each other’s eyes, ‘we have time.’

 

Joyce caressed my face, saying, “I have missed you.”

 

“I have missed you as well.” I cooed. I was starting to perk up some. I smiled saying; “I do have a lot to tell you.”

 

We went to the kitchen fixed some tea, and became close again. We sat musing silently sipping our tea when a chuckle from Joyce bubbled out.

 

I coyly pressed, “What is so funny?”

 

Joyce mused, “Oh Alice; I remember crying, sobbing uncontrollably when I saw poor Jake floundering in the water. I am glad he made it He has brought a lot laughs with his antics.”

 

“Yes I can see He’s just a big, funny, lovable, teddy bear Joyce. I love him already, and I’ve only known him a little while.” I said smiling warmly.

 

“Yea he is very lovable Alice. We don’t need a guard dog, but should the need arise he will make a formidable one.” Joyce said assuredly.

 

“He is very powerful and ferocious, I know he will take good care of my friend Joyce.” I said caressing her face and gazed warmly into her eyes. “I have something to tell you I just don’t know how or where to start.”

 

“Well you know the best place to start is the beginning, and the best way, is to tell it all just like it is.” Joyce coaxed.

 

“Just after my shower I laid down for a short nap. I started to fantasize about a former lover as I nodded off. I felt him licking my pussy when I looked I saw it was Casey. I was grossed out at first I pushed her off the bed; but I realized it was feeling good.”

 

“Sounds to me like you were having some fun. What’s so hard about that.” Joyce giggled coyly.

 

“That’s the first half, what Casey did.”

 

“OH! This is sounding good don’t stop now.”

 

“I coaxed Casey back to licking my pussy, She likes eating it. I was about to cum when ‘crash! Bang!’ Casey is gone in a blink of an eye and Jake is flailing about on the floor, with his big dick bouncing and squirting all over the place. The next thing I knew he had me pinned and licking me all over, and spraying me with his dick. I was so scared at first; that was the biggest cock I was close to. Well A, B, C and…”

 

“Tell me everything no short cuts. I want to hear about it all.”

“I struggled at first, but he kept me pinned while he licked and sprayed me. I looked at that huge ridged red cock and I was overwhelmed with desire to mate with him. I rolled over and waved my ass at him. He kept licking me till I came then he mounted me. God I’ve never been so raked with desire. I was trembling and aching. My GOD! Jake even knows how to french kiss; it was insanely thrilling.” Breathing heavily as she paused.

 

Alice continued her face blushing-red her voice deepened; “He poked all around and then finely in it popped. It really hurt the first time he entered me. I screamed and tried to get away; he just grabbed a mouth full of hair, and held my head to the bed while he mounted me. This time when Jake entered me he pushed that cock in all the way to the knot. I started cumming as soon as he started working it inside me.” Alice paused and trembled collected her breath and began again.

 

“I started cumming over and over when that horrendously huge knot went in and Jake kept working it inside of me. I felt I was going to be ripped apart or explode, and when Jake came it was like the hot water faucet exploded inside me, and I came again. It was over in a few minutes.”

 

“Did he hurt you?”

 

“No. My sphincter muscle spasmed tight around his knot. Jake couldn’t withdraw until I came a second time. When he did finely take it out I just felt sexually spent for the first time.”

“You want me to look and check you out.”

 

“Yea sure there is no pain I’m just sore.”

 

“Come on up on the table. That’s my girl open wide for mommy.” Joyce said with a laugh, mimicking an add jingle.

 

“What do you see?”

 

“A beautifully used pussy, no tears, no abrasions, no bruises, and no bugs.” Joyce said ending with a laugh.

 

“I am relieved that was quite a pounding.” Alice said with a loud sigh.

 

“Roll over let me look at your back. Oh good now on your back; well no scratches or bite marks anywhere.” Joyce assured calmly.

 

“That’s amazing the way he pawed me.” Alice sighed loudly.

 

“Here let me kiss her and make her feel better.” Joyce cajoled.

 

“Yea that feels good.” Alice cooed adding, “I guess I am going to heal up.”

 

“Aahh… there…” Joyce whispered and then added, “just a short peck on your sore clitoris. You are so red and sore looking there. Would you like some more tea?”

 

“Yes please Joyce and a glass of cold water I’m thirsty.”

 

End chp. 1

 

 

Grudge Fuck

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Grudge Fuck

She was tied up, face down, and waiting for it. Taking her had been very easy and now I had her. She had teased me, tormented me, with her loose ways and had had the balls to laugh at me. Now the laughter was mine. I stroked myself erect and contemplated the anguish I would inflict on her. My house had a basement and set upon 5 acres so I knew noone would hear her scream. A blindfold was all she wore and I smiled in satisfaction as I walked naked to stand in front of her.

"Bitch, you can scream all you want. In fact I hope you do because it will add to my enjoyment." I told her. "I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth and you will suck me off. If you bite down you may hurt me, hell you might kill me, but then you'll also die. Dehy

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dration or starvation, either one will kill you.. Or you can submit and, maybe, you'll live. Your choice." I told her just before I started fucking her mouth.

God, when I stuffed my dick into her mouth it was heaven. She obviously believed me because her mouth became a fucking vaccum as she strove to pleasure me. "Ahhh, God." I moaned. "That's it, bitch, suck my cock like the whore you are." I began to piston in and out of her helpless mouth and soon came. As I pumped my sperm into her mouth I told her "Swallow,you bitch." She did and soon I went limp. "Ahh, god, you slut, wrap those lips around my cock and suck me dry." I told her and she did. "Keep sucking, bitch, get me hard again so I can fuck your other holes."

Her mou[th plus my imagination soon had my cock erect again. I moved to stand behind her and said "Which hole do you want stuffed, you cunt?" she just shook her head and whined "No." I laughed and then raped her ass. Raw and dry I humped her like a wild man. "You fucking cunt." I growled over her screams. "It's time you learned that you are mine. Any hole I want, anytime I want, I'll take you." My balls slapped her pussy on every downstroke while she screamed out her agony. "Ahhh, you fucking cunt, your'e taking my cock up your ass and if you think this hurts now just wait. I'm gonna fuck you like the cheap slut you are and you're gonna enjoy it." I screamed at her as I furiously pistoned my cock in and out.

After 10 minutes I grew tired of her ass, mostly because she just laid there and moaned, so I pulled out and swiftly rammed it into her pussy. She screamed and I felt resistance to my intrusion. "God Damn, bitch, you feel like a virgin." I exclaimed. Looking down I saw blood seeping out of her pussy and crowed. "You were a virgin, weren't you, slut?" Her reply was muffled by her cries and I laughed. " Oh, fuck, how do you like it, slut?" She whimpered as I slapped her ass to loosen her up. Her pussy was soaking wet and I reveled as I raped her. "Oh, shit, you're so fucking tight. I'm gona pump my seed into you and give you a baby." I moaned. She stiffened as if to force me out but I was already in and wasn't about to stop. "Here it comes, slut, here it comes." I bellowed.

With one last massive thrust I buried myself deep into her pussy and copped an awesome cum. As I pumped into her I laughed again. "Take it all, you slut." I collapsed onto her back and whispered into her ear "Maybe I should keep you until I'm sure you're pregnant. Maybe I'll rape you every day for 6 months or so because then you can't get a legal abortion." and I ground my crotch into her. "What do you think about that, you cheap whore?"

"Please, no" she cried. "You've had me, you've gotten what you want. Please let me go." I laughed again and said "Shit, bitch, I haven't even begun."

Her tears were an aphrodisiac to me and I felt my cock begin to stir to life again.

Jan part 3

Sillyman on Cuckold Stories

When I finally got out to the hot tub Jerry was lounging in a corner seat, Janet was just dropping her sarong and climbing the steps into the tub. Then once she was seated in a middle seat and I on the opposite side of her from Jerry, we settled in to listen to the game, Jerry filled us in on the score up to that point and we chatted, it was soon obvious that the game was secondary to the relaxing heat of the hot tub. Janet said she was going to make margaritas and asked if we wanted beers. When she stood up her new suit was clinging to her curves and completly see through, her trimmed and shaved pubic area was very clear and her breats and nipples were visible as if painted bright green. I glanced at Jerry and saw he was looking at her beutiful mound, when I looked at Janet she was smili

Underground Home Alone

snuggly_boy on Masturbation Stories

Once again, Nick was home alone. Both his parents were at work, and his brother was out with friends. Nick, however, didn't have many friends, espescially of the female kind, and that really bugged him. He was sitting on the computer, playing games and looking at some porn, when an idea struck him. Because he was home alone, he could do whatever he wanted. He thought about it for a while, then stood up slowly, considering his options. He closed all the curtains in the house, and all the outside doors, so that no-one could see him, and turned the stereo off, so that he could hear if his parents or brother came him. The last thing he needed was for someone to catch him at it.

He'd been masturbating regularly for a few years now, but only normal, mu
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ndane, lie-on-your-back-and-play sort of stuff. Making a decision, he pulled off his clothes, leaving them arranged in such a way that he could put them back on in 5 seconds flat if the need arose. He wandered around the house for a bit, completely naked. When his wanderings took him past a mirror, he paused to admire himself. While he wasn't the fitest or slimest guy around, he still thought he was quite okay. And not that he was gay, but his eyes kept roving down low, to his sort-of-small and very hard cock, and his largish but firm butt.

Some rather interesting thoughts crossed his mind. He checked again that there was no risk of being interrupted, then crept into his parent's bedroom. Looking around, he noted his parent's drawers, and suspected he might find the sort of clothes there that he was thinking of, and a big pile of unsorted clean washing. He suspected that if he was to take clothes from there, they would be easier to put back without his parents noticing.

He checked his safety one last time, then he dug in the pile, finally pulling out one of his mom's bra's and a pair of panties. He examined them for a moment, espescially trying out how to fasten the bra. He thought about it for a moment, then picked up the panties. They were the really big sort that went up past his belly button.

He slipped into them slowly. They were a bit too big for him, but still close enough to fit him comfortably. He looked down, seeing himself in his mother's clothes. He picked up the bra, and slipped into it, fastening it at the front then turning it around, like he'd seen in one of the pornos he'd watched. slipping his arms through the straps, he noticed that the cups were half-filled.

He walked out of the room, to see himself in the mirror again. Not the most attractive thing he'd ever seen, but it still turned him on. He noticed his erection was starting to build. While his cock was only 5 inches long, when fully hard, and only a fraction of that when soft, it stood out rather obviously through the thin cotton fabric. He thought about playing with it, he hadn't had an erection this good in a long time, but he decided that this was only going to get better, and he shouldn't waste time.

Making his way back into his parent's bedroom, he looked through the pile of clothes again. He found one of his mother's skirts, with a purple floral design. Continuing looking through the pile, he found the matching shirt. Considering the gathered female clothing, he tried to think of what he was missing, when suddenly the idea hit him. He walked over to the set of drawers, he opened the top one, and was confronted with endless socks. He shut the drawer, and opened the next one. Aha, he thought, goldmine, as he was confronted with an entire draw full of panties, bras, and pantyhose.

He pulled one of the tightly rolled tan balls from the drawer. He unrolled it, and considered the tan pantyhose for a moment. He bunched up the legs on them, and then, sitting on his parents plush bed, pulled them on over the panties. The feeling of the pantyhose against his legs was amazing, making them feel silky soft and extremely sensetive. He stroked his thigh for a moment, then picked up the skirt, slipping ito it, then into the shirt. He felt his erection building again, and it was getting unbearable.

He looked into the clothes pile again, and pulled out a sock, wearing it like a condom under the panties to prevent any embarassing 'tell-tale' spills. Finally, he could contain himself no longer. He lay back on his mother's side of the bed, the slowly pulled the skirt up. He admired his legs for a moment, then slid the skirt down again, reaching his hand through the top of it, and through the top of the pantyhose and panties, taking firm hold of his cock.

Although the tight pantyhose had been holding it almost perfectly flat, he still had enough room to play. He slid his hand up and down his shaft, with his fingers running lengthways along it, and pushed it slowly far enough that his knob was in the palm of his hand. (He'd been using this method since the start of his masturbatory 'career', when his cock was so small and short that he couldn't grip it around) He squeezed tightly on his knob, enjoying the slight pain it caused, then ran his hand down his cock, and stroked his balls lightly.

Finally becoming sick of the restrictive pantyhose, he stood up, and walked to the nearest mirror. He slid them slowly, seductively, down his legs, and then stashed them in his room when they were off. He would have to roll them up later. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment longer, then slid the skirt up, and the front of the panties down. He slipped his cock out, and, removing the sock, held it in the familiar fist-grip. he began pumping his hand up and down, feeling one of the most amazing orgasms of his life start to build. Grabbing the sock right at the last minute, he let fly the biggest load of cum he ever had into the sock.

After it subsided, he looked around, and grateful that he hadn't been caught, slipped out of the skirt and shirt, stuffing them back inside the pile of clothes. He stood there, in his mother's underwear, with his slowly shrinking cock hanging out the front of the panties, and looked in the mirror again. His cock rehardened, then and there. Slipping out of the panties, and carefully unclipping the bra, he wondered what to do with them.

Becoming more bold than usual, perhapds due to his renewed erection, he hid the underwear in his bedroom cupboard, along with the still unrolled pantyhose. He walked back into his parent's bedroom, his cock waggling from side to side and hitting him in the legs as he walked. Looking around the room, he decided to look in the drawers again. Starting at the bottom this time, he immediately his the jackpot. Lying there infront of him was a one-peice women's bathing suit, his mother's. He pulled it out, and looked it over. It was a sedate blue affair, completely covering at the front, though it dropped down low at the back. Getting the happy little sock back, and wearing it again, he slipped into the bathing suit, and admired himself in the mirror.

Again he thought that even though he's not gay, his butt looked incredible in this, and wished that he had a camera. He slipped out of the bathing suit again, replacing it in the drawer exactly as it had been. He walked into the bathroom, and surveyed himself in the mirror again. He was quickly reconsidering his rigid non-gay status. He turned, and admired himself in the mirror. Suddenly, he noticed that his hands had been pulling his buttcheeks apart, as if driven by some subconsious urge.

He decided to give it a try, if only to get it out of his system. He picked up a bar of soap, and made his right thumb extra extra slippery. Moving his hand down slowly, and slid his soapy thumb into his anus, slowly. His eyes widened, surprised by a slight initial pain, then a naughty little smile found its way onto his face. Moving his thumb in and out, he found his erection building again. He grabbed hold of it with his left hand, while keeping his right hand busy behind. Moving his hands in sync, he imagined that he was going up inside himself. In no time at all, he ejectulated again, filling the bathroom sink with hot cum, and also covering his hand.

He pondered for a while, then licked his hand experimentally, and found he rather enjoyed the taste, at first. He rinsed his hand, and got rid of the cum in the sink, then slowly removed his thumb from inside him, and cleaned the soap and crap from it. All of a sudden, he heard the front door being unlocked. He ran back into his bedroom, getting dressed quickly and pausing so he wouldn't look so flustered from his recent exertions. He smiled as his brother walked in the front door, and made his way back to the computer. The greatest session of his life, and they were none the wiser.