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Me and Allison

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This is my first attempt at writing something of this nature, so please bare with me if you find any mistakes.  This is actually a work of pure fiction.  Any similarities between characters in this story and real people is pure coincedence.

 

  Have you ever met someone that you just couldn’t get out of your mind?  You know what I mean, someone you could not stop thinking about.  Someone that you desperately wanted to take to bed and just screw both her and yourself silly.  Well, this is a fantasy about just such a person.  Her name is Allison

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, someone I met quite some time ago.  The time frame and actual names have been changed to protect the guilty, namely me.

 

  Let me set some background before I get into the actual story.  Allison is the daughter of a good friend of mine that I had known for about 13 years.  Mattie and I met through the place where I worked at the time.  She came in to the store to purchase a gift and I happened to wait on her.  We didn’t seem to have exactly what she was looking for though.  She and her daughter both collected certain items and Mattie was looking for something special in that area.  I said that I’d see what I could do to find something for her.  It was for her daughter’s birthday and would be needed within 2 weeks as a present.  I said I would check our other locations and let her know if I came across anything.  She left her phone number so I could reach her when I found something.

 

  About 3 days later I actually found what I thought she wanted at one of the chain’s stores in the next county.  I asked if I could get them to transfer it to our location and they said no problem.  When it arrived, I called Mattie and told her what I had found.  She said it sounded perfect.  She said she was unable to pick it up as she had seriously sprained an ankle and could not drive being in a soft cast at the time.  I said no problem, as we would hold it for her.  At this point she said that it was needed sooner than originally planned as they were having to go out of town and would be gone during the week of the birthday.  She then asked if I would mind paying for the item and then bring it to her home and she would repay me for it.  I checked with the manager and he said that it would be okay, as long as I didn’t use the employee’s discount to purchase it.  I relayed the okay to Mattie and said I could drop it by that evening if it was okay with her.  She said that would be great and would be expecting me after I got off work at 6:00 PM. and gave me the address and directions.  She also mentioned that her daughter would be the one to let me in and to just say that I was delivering something to her Mother.

 

  When I arrived, I was met at the door by a very attractive young lady. That young lady turned out to be Allison.  I guessed she was about 18 or 19 and reminded me of a TV star I had had a crush on for some time.   I told her who I was and why I was there.  She let me in and said her Mother was in the den resting her foot.  As she led me into the den I couldn’t stop staring at her.  She had shoulder length brown hair and was about 5 foot 4 inches tall.  I had noticed her brown eyes when she greeted me at the door.  I had also noticed that she probably had about 34 B cup size breasts.  She was a real attractive young lady.

 

  Now I am not an overly attractive guy, about average.  Don’t get me wrong, I am reasonably fit, as I am retired military and kept up my morning workouts.  I am 40 years old, 5 foot 8 inches tall and about 175 pounds with dark brown hair and blue eyes.  I had had a Van Dyke beard for a while, but had recently shaved it, keeping just the mustache.  But, I just knew there was no way I could get anywhere with her, being better than twice her age.  But, a guy can dream, can’t he.

 

  Entering the den, Mattie greeted me asking if it was okay that she not get up.  I said no problem and walked over to hand her the package I carried.  She then introduced me to Allison and then had her go get her purse from her room.  I watched her as she left the room wishing she would notice me.  Mattie coughed to get my attention and then thanked me for the trouble I had gone to to find her what she was wanting.  I said she might want to take a quick peek at it while Allison was out of the room; just to be sure it was what she wanted.  She cracked the lid on the box just far enough to see it, then closed it and said it was the very thing and would do quite nicely.  As Allison returned and handed her Mother the purse, Mattie said that I might like something to drink and would she please get me a Coke or whatever I’d like.  I said that I would prefer iced tea if they had any.  Allison said they sure did as they actually drank more tea than soda.  At this point she left for the kitchen to return with a tall glass filled with ice and tea.  I was asked to sit down and get comfortable until I finished the tea.  I sat opposite Mattie on the sofa and to my surprise Allison sat down next to me.  I had figured she would have something to do and not stick around.  As we talked I mentioned that I was retired Navy.  At that, Allison got quite interested and said that she had been thinking about enlisting in the Navy since she could not find a college she wanted to attend at this time.  As it turned out I was wrong about her age.  She was actually 22 and had been living with her father in Florida for the last couple of years.  They had had a big disagreement about something so she moved back in with her Mom.

 

  We talked for some time with Allison asking all types of questions about Navy life.  I answered them as best I could and said that I would do it all over again if I had to.  I had traveled quite extensively during my Navy career and had been to a lot of foreign countries that I would probably have never gotten to if not in the Navy.  Allison was really paying close attention to everything I said about the Navy.  As we talked I finished the tea and then said that I had better go, as I still had to get home and figure out what I was going to fix for supper.  Allison showed me to the door and then thanked me for the information about the Navy.  As I walked to my car to leave I took one last look back at the door.  To my surprise, Allison was still standing in the door and waved bye.  Driving home I kept thinking about Allison, but figured I’d probably never see her again.  While at work over the next couple of weeks, I often thought of Allison and what I would love to do with her.  I eventually gave up that idea as I knew they were out of town. 

 

  The next day at work the phone rang and the manager answered it.  Then holding the phone out he said it was for me.  I took the receiver wondering who would be calling me at work.  All of my friends knew I was not to get personal calls at work.  You can’t imagine how surprised I was when I heard Allison’s voice on other end.  She said that while out of town, she and her Mom had talked a lot about the possibility of her joining the Navy and she had made a decision and wanted to let me know what it was.  I said of course I wanted to know and waited for her to tell me what it was.  She said that she wasn’t going to tell me on the phone and wanted to meet me after work somewhere.  I said there was a nice coffee shop a couple of stores down from where I worked and would meet her there at about 6:15.  She agreed and hung up saying see you then.  I was in a daze the rest of the day until I left work and walked to the coffee shop to wait for Allison.  I was surprised to see her standing by the door already waiting on me.

 

  As I got closer, I saw that she was wearing a dark blue skirt and white sleeveless blouse and sandals.  I really got a surprise, when I got close enough; she stepped in and gave me a quick kiss, not on the cheek, but on the lips.  Stepping back I shook my head and opened the door for her to enter.  I followed her in and we found a booth and sat down.  I told her to order what ever she wanted as it was my treat.  She said like hell.  She was the one who called and wanted to meet, so she was paying.  I started to protest, but she held up her hand as said that I had helped her make up her mind about enlisting and so she was paying, or else.  I asked, or else what?  She said she’d give me a good spanking if I didn’t let her pay.  Hey, what was a fellow going to do?  I didn’t want to make a scene in here so said okay, fine.

 

  We had coffee and each had a slice of pie to go with it.  She said that she had decided to enlist and would be signing her papers next week and would be leaving for boot camp 2 weeks after that.  As we ate our pie, drank the coffee and talked, it started to rain and gradually got heavier.  When we finished and Allison had paid the check, it was really coming down.  I asked where she was parked and she answered that her Mom had dropped her off as her car was in the shop.  I told her I was glad to take her home and that I was parked just around the corner in the employee’s lot.  Taking her hand we dashed out into the downpour and around to my car.  Since there had not been any rain in the forecast and neither of us had an umbrella, we both got a complete soaking.  I unlocked the passenger side door and opened it for her to get in.  Then I went around to the driver’s side and got in myself.  We looked at each other and just starting laughing.  It was at that moment that I noticed that Allison’s blouse was almost transparent from being wet.  I also noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples and areolas were plainly visible beneath the fabric.  At this my cock started to lengthen down my pants leg and becoming   somewhat uncomfortable.  I didn’t want to adjust myself and draw attention to my growing hard-on.  I forced myself to look out the windshield as I started the car to take her home.  But, the sight of those breasts kept running through my mind and I had a difficult time concentrating on my driving.

 

  I did finally make it to her place and pulled in the driveway.  It was still raining, though it had let up a good bit.  So, we sat there hoping it would stop so Allison wouldn’t get any wetter going to the door.  She chatted a bit as we sat there waiting.  Finally she said that it didn’t look like the rain would stop and needed to go in.  I said that I’d wait until she was inside before leaving.  Just as she was getting out of the car it started raining heavier again.  She said that I might as well come in and wait since it was coming down in buckets and was afraid I’d get in an accident driving home.  Now her blouse had dried on the ride here, but was now getting soaked again and becoming transparent again.

 

  She said she wasn’t going in unless I came in with her and asked if I wanted to be the cause of her catching pneumonia and not being able to go into the Navy.  So, I got out of the car with a stiffening hard-on and followed her to the door.  She unlocked it and stepped inside motioning for me to come in.  I stepped inside and was again struck by the sight of her nearly naked breasts beneath the wet blouse.  I stammered out a question of what her Mother would think of my coming in at this time of night.  She answered that her Mom was visiting her sister and probably either wait for the rain to quit or not come home until morning.  She now led the way into the den and went over to the fireplace to start a fire.  After getting the fire going she said she’d get a towel so I could dry off some.  I jokingly said that I’d have to get out my wet clothes in order to dry off.  This was said to her retreating back as she headed down the hall toward the bathroom.  She flung back (looking over her shoulder) to go ahead, she wouldn’t care as she planned on changing out her wet clothes anyway.  I said I had nothing to change into and would leave my under shorts on so as not to embarrass her.  Therefore, I proceeded to remove my shirt and hang it where it would dry from the fire.  I hopped around getting my shoes and socks off, as I didn’t want to sit on the furniture and transfer wet from my clothes to them.  I was still hopping around trying to remove my last sock when she retuned with towels.  She stopped and starting laughing at me asking if I knew how funny I looked doing that.

 

Looking up at her I promptly fell on my ass, which made her laugh all the harder. Having finally gotten the sock off, I sat there looking at her.  She had changed while out of the room and was wearing a terry cloth bathrobe. It was loosely tied at the waist and the top portion slightly gapped open showing her cleavage and an ample of amount breast.  To my disappointment, the lower section did not gap to show me her lower charms.  She walked over and bent over to hand me the towel she carried.  At which point, the top gapped even further allowing me a glimpse of a naked nipple.  Dropping the towel in my lap, she stood up and went over to sit in the sofa.  She said I better get my wet pants off before I soaked the carpet.  Still sitting on the floor I wiggled out of my pants and tossed them over in front of the fireplace.  Sitting there in just my boxer shorts, I tried to conceal my grow hard-on that was now trying to push through the fly.  As I sat there with my hands in my lap I looked at Allison sitting on the sofa.  The robe had parted some around her legs and I tried to see under it to determine if she was wearing panties.

 

  She caught me staring and asked what I was doing looking up her robe.  I tried to stammer out that I was sorry, but since she was so good looking and sitting there in that robe, I couldn’t help myself.  While I was trying to say my apology, she leaned forward and the top gapped open again.  I never could manage to say anything, as now both breasts were visible inside the robe.  What I hadn’t noticed was what she was looking at while I was looking at her.  As it turned out, she was getting a peek at the tip of my cock now sticking out of the fly of my shorts.  Feeling embarrassed at getting caught, I finally managed to say I was sorry.  She said why be sorry when she was looking at what I had while I was looking at what she had.  I then tried to cover myself with the towel to hide my cock.  She said that since my boxers were wet also, I should take them off also.  But I have nothing to put on instead, I said.  Well use the towel then, she replied.  So, with the towel draped over my legs and hiding my crotch area, I wiggled out my under shorts and tossed them over with the rest of my clothes.

 

  She sat there and laughed at me the whole time I was getting my shorts off and not noticing that the belt of the robe had come loose and the front was hanging even further open.  This just caused the towel to stick up in the middle like a circus tent and my cock was the center tent pole.  Her laughter slowly subsided and she just stared at my lap as I stared at her.  This soon brought on another bout of laughter but this time from both of us.  Allison said that since we both were trying to see what the other had, why not just take everything off and let each other see what they wanted to see.  This said, she stood up and let the robe fall off her shoulders and drop to the floor.  I just sat there with my mouth hanging open and stared at the most beautiful vision I could ever remember seeing.

 

  She now walked over and stood in front of me, her pussy at just about my eye level.  I gazed at a neatly trimmed patch of hair that left her pussy bare, but had just a small thin strip of hair above.  I hardly heard her ask if I liked what I saw.  Then pointing at my lap she said that she knew some part of me did whether or not I could talk to admit it.  Looking down at my lap, I couldn’t remember ever being so hard and the towel was really sticking up in the middle.  Allison then leaned over and grabbed the towel from my lap leaving me almost as naked as she was.  I say almost, because I don’t shave my pubic hair as she does.  I said I hoped her Mother didn’t walk in at the moment.  Her answer was that she knew Mattie would not walk in on us because she called her while getting the towel for me.  Mattie was going to spend the night at her sister’s and therefore we had the place to ourselves until about 9:00 AM.

 

  I asked her if she had planned this from the start.  The answer was yes; all but the rain and it had just made things easier.  Again I questioned her, asking if her Mom was aware of her plans.  Once again she replied, yes and her Mom approved.  Her Mom said she was a grown woman, she could do as she wanted; just don’t flaunt it in front of her.  With that answered, I reached up and pulled her down onto the floor with me.  I then proceeded to take her in my arms and kiss her.  As our tongues dueled over which was going to be in who’s mouth, I tentatively reached out and cupped her left breast in my hand.  While I was doing that, she was reaching into my lap to get a grip on my stiff cock.  She broke the kiss and said she was going to call me her ringmaster and would love sliding up and down my tent pole.  I answered that it might be somewhat difficult, as my pole wasn’t greased.

 

  Allison said she could take care of that and proceeded to slide back on the floor until she was lying with her head in my lap.  She looked up at me as she slowly ran her tongue up one side of my pole and then down the other, back up that side and down the first.  All I could do was moan at the pleasure I was experiencing from her licking.  She said that that was just the preliminary lubrication.  With that she opened her mouth and proceeded to engulf the head of my cock.  There was no words to describe the sensations I was feeling at that moment, I just moaned a bit louder.  Now she ran her tongue around the head, which sent shivers of ecstasy up my spine.

 

  Now I wanted to return the pleasure she was giving me and said so.  Her response was to lift her mouth off of me and said, no she had me where she wanted me for now and I could like it or leave.  Who was going to argue with that; I leaned back and enjoyed every second as she again took me in her mouth.  This time she just kept going down until I could feel the back of her throat witt the head of my cock.  I thought there was no way she would take the last inch and a half of my 6 1/2 inch pole, but she proved how wrong I was.  She just swallowed and slid on down until her nose was being tickled by my pubic hairs.  Again I could do nothing but moan with pleasure.  She slowly lifted up and pulled me from her throat, only to slide back down to the very bottom again.  I knew that if she kept that up for much longer, I was going to cum down her throat and I had other plans for where to shoot my first load.

 

  I said she had better stop if she didn’t want to be drowned when I came as I expected to give her a really big load.  With that, she removed me from her mouth and finally said that it was my turn.  I jokingly asked for what as I had eaten a slice of pie earlier at the coffee shop.  She reached over and punched me hard in the arm and said that what she was offering was a totally different type of pie.  The type she had for me wasn’t as filling as what I had before and had far fewer calories as well.  So, I kept up the joking and asked where was this delicious pie she had for me.  She lay on her back with her legs toward me and spread them as far as she could and just pointed to her pussy and said, here it is, sorry it isn’t cherry, but it was still good enough to eat.  I asked for a fork and she said that I’d not need one; I’d be able to just lick it up.  So, with the jokes finished, I decided to have my second helping of pie for the night.

 

  I stretched out on the floor with my head between her legs and then inched forward until I was nose to lip with her pussy.  AHH, the aroma of it was heavenly as I deeply inhaled her essence and my mouth began to water.  Guess I was hungrier than I thought I was.  I used my fingers to gently spread her lips so I could just see the pinkness of her insides and the beginning of her clit peaking out from its hiding place.  I leaned in and lightly ran my tongue from the bottom up to just short of her clit.  MMMMM, I mumbled as I tasted her juices for the first time and I will say there was a lot of it.  So, I just dove in and lapped it up like a man dying of thirst from crossing Death Valley without a canteen.  I purposely did not make contact with her love button, as I wanted to drive her as mad as she had me.  Shortly she begged me to make her cum.  I said she was going to have to wait a moment as I had other plans on how to make her cum the first time.

 

  I looked up at her with her juices running off of my chin and just winked at her as I moved forward.  I stopped long enough to pay homage to her beautiful tits by kissing each nipple and run my tongue around each for a minute or so.  She finally had enough and pulled me up by my ears and said that if I didn’t fuck now, I had better leave so she could go find someone who would.  Again, I wasn’t going to argue with her and eased my weight onto her making contact with her pussy with the tip of my cock.  She reached down and took hold of me and ran the head up and down her slit a few times before settling it at the very portal to heaven.  I started to slowly enter her, but she grabbed my ass and just pulled me down on top of her forcing me to shove my entire length into her.  I just lay there for a minute savoring the feel of her inner sheath holding me tight and do mean tight.  Though she had let on that she was not a virgin, she sure hadn’t had had many men, as she was a tight fit. But, it sure was a beautiful fit and felt great.  After a couple of minutes she pushed her hips up and said, now fuck me good.  I want to remember this while at boot camp at Great Lakes, Chicago.  With that in mind, I set out to give her a fucking she would never forget, let alone just until boot camp was over.  I pulled out until just the head was still in her and then slowly pushed back in.  I pulled out and pushed in nice and slow until she begged me to fuck her faster and harder.  Being an accommodating person, I picked up the speed and force of my movements.  Soon she was moaning and shaking her head from side to side with her eyes squeezed shut.  Finally she said she was about to cum and wanted me to cum with her.  I said I’d pull out and cum on her belly as I wasn’t wearing a condom. Don’t worry; I’m on the pill, cum inside me.  I want to feel your cum splash inside me.

 

  With that I sped up some and just as she let out a scream that she was cumming, I did too.  It was just as large a load as I thought it would be.  I just kept cumming and cumming.  I was buried as deep as I could get inside her and there just wasn’t enough room for me and all of the cum I gave her.  It started to ooze out around me and run down the crack of her ass and puddle in the carpet.  I finally stopped cumming and rolled off of her to lie beside her.  She said we would need to wipe the carpet off when we were finished.  I asked what she meant by, when we were finished?  She replied that she still hadn’t gotten the desert she wanted and we might just be adding to the puddle in the carpet.  I just shook my head and asked her if she ever quit.  She answered, no, not until she was fully satisfied.  With that she again turned around and took my now limp cock in her mouth.

 

  It was difficult to believe, but I was starting to get hard again already.  I had never gotten another hard on this soon after cumming.  Just goes to show what a determined woman with a talented mouth can do to raise the dead.   As she proceeded to bring me back to life, I grabbed her hips and turned her around we were in a 69 position.  As I drove my tongue into her, I tasted my own flavor mixed with her’s.  I could taste my saltiness mixed with her sweetness and loved the taste.  This time there was going to be no stopping either one of us from drinking the fluids we desired.  She bobbed her head up and down my pole and I kept licking her pussy.  Soon it appeared that we might be a contest to see who could make the other cum first.  So, I drove my tongue in deeper and faster and also took her clit in my lips and sucked on it while moving the tip of my tongue across it.  She was deep throating me and running her tongue around the crown.  One might say it was a tie as she started spasming on my face just as I shot into her mouth.  She kept sucking and swallowing the same as I did what she gave me.

 

  Spent, we rolled apart and just lay there calming down from our orgasmic highs.  Soon Allison got up saying she needed to go pee and headed toward the bathroom.  I also needed to pee and got up and followed her.  When she came out, she said she’d use the towel I had had draped over me to clean up the cum from the carpet.  But luckily, she only had one spot to clean up as she had not let any of my juices from her oral loving fall onto the carpet.   When I returned to the den, she had finished as best she could with the carpet.  We may need to have this professionally cleaned.  I can’t quite get all of it out and Mom might have a fit if it shows.  Maybe we should have moved into my bedroom before going as far as we did.  Looking at the clock on the wall, I noticed that it was now almost 2AM and said that I had better leave.  Allison said that if I must okay, but she didn’t really want me to.  I said I still needed to get a couple of hours sleep and staying there would not let that happen.  I did have to go into work that day, but thankfully not until noon.  I slowly got my dry clothes on and headed for the door.  Allison said we still had three weeks before she left and we needed to get together again before then.  I said that we definitely should and she escorted me to the door, still wearing just a big satisfied smile.  I drove home thinking of what would be better than what just happened if we did get together.  Well, that is another story and I’ll save that for later.

 

 

 

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Steve and Fiona looked like an odd pair when you saw them together, but that was only because they weren't really a couple. Fiona had a husband and Steve worked for her husband.

Fiona was a knockout. She was a tall red head with enhanced tits that were big enough to snuff a volcano. It was obvious that they weren't real, but men didn't care because Fiona, even before her operation, had a glow of sex appeal around her that drove men to her like insects to light.

She was the object

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of many men's fantasies. You could only imagine the number of guys that thought about her all night with their pants down after seeing her just one time. She was that gorgeous.

Steve, on the other hand, was just your typical tall black man with glasses and shaggy hair. There wasn't anything that spectacular about him.

It was because of that, and the fact that he was a black man being seen with a white woman, that they seemed to draw a lot of attention whenever they were together, which was a lot.

Fiona's husband was always working, which left Fiona very bored. He decided to get some of his employees, the ones that had personality, to show her a nice time when he was away. In Steve's case, his personality was a little too much to handle. He was charming as hell and even though he wasn't all that attractive, there was something about him that screamed, "Sex me."

They'd been out to eat and dance and they'd watched a movie together. It was getting late so they decided to crash at Steve's house. Fiona's husband wasn't going to be home until tomorrow night so she had no reason to rush home.

She was tired and wanted to get some sleep. She didn't see the harm in it. She was a married woman, after all, and Steve was her husband's best friend. He'd never try anything with her.

They started talking and drinking. They started off talking about animals in the wild and somehow their conversation turned into a debate about Fiona's augmented breasts and Steve's naturally big, black cock. They were debating whose endowment was bigger.

"I'm bigger," said Fiona.

"No. No. I hate to disagree. Mine's bigger."

"How can yours be bigger? Look," said Fiona cupping her tits. Those things were so big that they were squeezing out of the skimpy top that she was wearing. "There's more than hand-fulls."

"No, mine is bigger. Look," said Steve.

He opened his legs and grabbed the bulge in his crotch and shook it. Fiona was impressed. His cock was big and she could plainly see that it was rock-hard.

She'd turned him on. She loved when things like that happened.

Fiona said, "But that's just one hand. You gotta have two hands on mine. Technically, I have two, but they make one pair of breasts. So mine are bigger."

"I beg to differ. Mine is longer."

Seeing his cock getting hard made Fiona feel a little horny, plus she was tipsy from the liquor and their conversation was making things worse. She knew she should leave, but she was powerless to do it. She'd always wanted to fuck a black man just to see what it was like.

Steve looked like he was game too. She didn't see it when they first met, but he was a horn dog just like every other man. He'd fuck her if given half a chance.

She smiled at him with her eyes. She kept rubbing her tits and squeezing them.

They continued debating whose endowment could hold more, the "watermelons" on Fiona's chest or the "two bananas" in Steve's pants. It could have gone on all night, but Steve suggested she show him how big they really were.

In Fiona's state of mind, he didn't need to do much more to convince her. Her speech was a little slurred as she said it would be okay since all he'd be seeing was the top half. She unhooked her bra.

"Damn!" said Steve.

He felt sorry for her poor bra. It had to be hell trying to hold those monsters back.

"Those are...big," he said.

He cupped them. Fiona smiled. She liked being touched. Steve's hands were actually big enough to cover her whole tits. She liked that even more.

She felt a tingle in pussy. Her pussy was starting to moisten up.

"Hold them from underneath," said Fiona.

He cupped them from the bottom and started lifting them as if he was trying to weigh them. They were the heaviest tits he'd ever held in his life.

"See, that's some volume."

He said, "That is some volume. I'm gonna have to agree with you there. But I can't really see the whole thing. How 'bout if you take your bra off?"

"If you'll assist me, please." She turned around.

"Oh, sure," said Steve as he unhooked her bra.

Fiona let the straps fall off her shoulders. "I'm sure when you see the whole thing..."

"Whoa!" said Steve in a low moan. He was taken aback. They looked ten times bigger. He actually got off the couch and kneeled in front of her. He cupped them and started squeezing them gently.

He said, "I still thing mine's bigger though."

"Well I think we'll have to do a side-by-side comparison," said Fiona.

That was what Steve was hoping she'd say. If she hadn't, he was going to suggest it himself. He unzipped his pants and pulled something out that looked like a long, black snake.

"Oh, my!" said Fiona.

Seeing it bulge in her pants made her think it was already hard because of the size of the bulge. It was still limp, but as long as most men's cocks when they're hard.

Steve put it next to her breasts so they could compare them. Then he started rubbing it on her tits and sliding it in her cleavage as she held them closer together. She watched the way it started growing as he did this and her pussy got wetter.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Steve.

"I think it needs to be fully extended to tell the difference."

"I think you're right," said Steve. It sounded like she was saying she wanting to suck his dick.

She looked up and smiled at him. They joked about doing it to make sure the contest if fair, and then Fiona went to work on his dick. She held it by the bottom and started sucking the head gently.

"Mmmm," moaned Steve. His cock started hardening immediately.

It was a slow suck that went deeper every time Fiona went down. She wanted to see just how much of this thing she could get in her mouth.

She inhaled a good amount but she couldn't get nearly enough because his cock was twice as long once it was fully hard.

"You know I'm only doing this for the sake of the argument?" joked Fiona.

"Oh, yes, I understand completely," said Steve as he guided hr head back down on his cock.

She sucked him a little longer and said, "We should make this easy and just get undressed. Your pants are in the way. I can't see the full affect."

They went to the bedroom getting naked as they walked. There was a trail of clothes behind them.

After being with her short-dick husband for so long, Fiona didn't want to stop sucking Steve's cock. She liked having something so big and so thick in her mouth.

It was so long that she could use it to tit fuck herself, which she did a lot to give her jaws time to rest during the blowjob. She sucked him so long that Steve thought she was going to keep sucking him until he came, but she finally stopped eventually after agreeing that his dick might be a little bigger than her boobs.

Then she said, "In order for me to fully succumb as to who's bigger, we'll need to do the pussy test."

"Sounds good to me," said Steve.

She lay on her back and raised her legs wide and high. She had the type of pussy that drove Steve wild. It was puffy, but didn't have all the extra meat around the lips. Instead, there were two piercings-one on each lip-that added to her seductive look.

He lay below her on his side. He placed his cock head next to the lips of her hot cunt. It hadn't made contact yet, but he could already feel heat coming off of it.

He put his cock on the lips and gave a push. He felt a rush of heated fluids spilling onto his cock.

Fiona squeezed her tits together. It felt good, but it hurt even better. She felt him retracting and shoving it slowly back inside her repeatedly until his cock was flush against the back of her sweet twat even though there were still a few inches of him that couldn't fit inside.

Her pussy secreted more fluids with each thrust. He had her flowing like a waterfall. Steve had never been in a pussy this wet. He spent most of his time talking shit, watching her tits sway, and watching her face twist in pain and pleasure as he screwed her.

But at one point he looked down to see his cock going in her cunt. He couldn't believe how much pussy juice was coming out. It was thick and white. It almost looked like Steve had cum in her pussy already and decided to keep fucking the cum right out of her. That's just how gooey it had gotten down there.

Fiona was having the best fuck of her life until they switched to doggie style. It was her favorite sex position, but it put Steve in too good an angle to push into her.

There were long moments of pleasure followed by brief moments of excruciating pain. But she loved it. It was her first time having a guy that deep in her. It captivated her and made her want more of it regardless of how much he hurt her.

Steve was looking down the whole time. He watched his cock going in her. It looked good, very sexy. He felt a burning building up.

He pulled out and motioned for Fiona to lie on her side. He'd fuck her good. Now he wanted to put an exclamation point at the end.

He stroked his massive cock vigorously. Fiona grabbed his balls and started licking them slowly, gently.

She heard Steve grown. She got her head up just in time to catch a taste of every drop of hot cum that spilled out of it. It didn't shoot, but rushed up and dripped down the sides, which was fine because it made it easier for Fiona to get more.

She loved the way it tasted and the way it felt in her mouth. She continued stroking Steve's cock as she swirled her pierced tongue in circles around it.

Steve was dying in pleasure. He was squirming and grunting like crazy.

She smiled at him. She wiped a little on her tits and started to get up.

It was over. She was satisfied although her pussy was throbbing something awful. But that was nothing to be concerned with.

The main problem she faced now was that her husband was coming home tomorrow. She had to think up a way to explain that "sore pussy" walk to him because she knew she wouldn't be walking the same for at least a few days.

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The start of something amazing

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I didn't plan it.  Didn't even expect it.  I'm just glad it wasn't (and isn't!) a dream.

The story starts with me visiting my brother Tom's house on a Friday night.  My brother is 37, the oldest in our family, and I'm the youngest at 24.  He's divorced, and has a seventeen year old daughter, Amy, who lives with him.  She's pretty much the typical party girl, and he allows it for the most part.  He makes sure she confines most of her escapades to the house, though, by allowing her and her friends access to alcohol so long as they stay there for the night.

Anyway, I went to visit my brother on a Friday night about a month ago.  Amy's friend, Danielle, was staying over for the night.  When I got there around nine PM, Amy and Dani w
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ere already well on their way to a good buzz.  Tom asked me if I wanted a drink, and I figured, what the hell?  I might as well.  I dropped my keys in the jar by the door, a tradition if your planning on drinking at Tom's house, and got myself a rum and coke.

The reason for my visit that night was to help Tom with a problem on his PC.  Tom's kind of a gearhead, into cars and engines, but he doesn't do well with the electronics.  I'm a PC technician, so I sort of get drafted whenever anybody in the family needs any computer repairs.  His problem wasn't that serious, and didn't take too long to fix, so before long I was pouring myself another drink.  Tom and I sat around in the kitchen for a little while and had a few too many while the girls spent their evening in the living room drinking and watching some chick flick.  Every once in a while we'd hear one or both of them pound up the stairs to Amy's room and then putter around up there for a while.  I always wondered why teenage girls seem to make more noise than an elephant when they run upstairs!

After about an hour of drinking, Tom was obviously past his limit.  He'd probably been tossing back cold beers all afternoon, while I'd only had a few rum and cokes.  Letting out a huge yawn, he got up and scratched his pot belly (God, I hope I don't look like that at his age!), and told me to feel free to sack out in the spare bedroom upstairs.  Then he was off to bed, staggering all the way.

I wasn't really tired yet, so I poured myself another drink and decided to go see what the girls were up to.  As I got to the living room doorway, I realized the sound was turned way down on the TV, and the lights were out.  The only illumination in the room came from the television screen.  In that dim light, I could see Amy and Dani sitting close together on the couch.  I started to walk on in, and then I saw what was on the screen.  They were watching porn!  Not just any porn, either.  Lesbian porn.  Two very attractive young women were on screen making out, fingering each others' pussies.  When I looked back at the couch, my eyes now adjusted to the darkness, I could tell that Amy and Dani were kissing, a blanket tossed over their lower bodies not able to hide the fact that something vigorous was going on down there.  I just stood there, mute with shock, and then slowly backed away from the doorway, hoping I wouldn't be noticed.

I leaned against the wall in the hallway, my mind racing.  My cock had sprung to attention as soon as I'd seen the television screen, but it had practically burst out of my jeans when I noticed the two girls, one of them my own niece, making out on the couch!  But I didn't want to embarrass Amy, and I didn't want either of them thinking of me as just a big perv.  But the stairway was through the living room!  I didn't have a lot of choice, I had to go through there.  Taking a deep breath, I intentionally stumbled against the wall with a loud thump, giving the girls plenty of warning.

Sure enough, when I got through the doorway, the girls were sitting about a foot apart, and the TV was on some sci-fi show.

"Hi, uncle Charlie," said Amy with this little grin like she'd gotten away with something.  "You spending the night?"

"Yeah, had a few too many," I replied.  "Don't worry, though, I don't want to spoil your girls' night in.  I'll just head on up to bed."

"You sure?" asked Amy.  "You can stay and watch some TV with us, it's no big deal."

"Yeah," chimed in Dani, "come on and stay up with us.  You mix better drinks than Tom does!"  Both girls were slurring their words slightly, but I didn't think either of them were all that drunk.  I shrugged.

"What the hell, I'll drink with you ladies for a little while, I guess.  Be right back."  I returned to the kitchen for the bottle of rum and the two liter of coke, and then went back to the living room to plop down in the recliner next to the couch.  I poured each of the girls a rum and coke and turned my attention to the very bad show they'd turned on.  After a few minutes of awful special effects, and silence from the girls, I shook my head.  

"OK, listen, if you want me to keep pouring you the good drinks, you're going to have to put something else on.  This is terrible!"

Dani and Amy laughed sheepishly.

"You're right, it's pretty bad," said Amy, grinning.  "But there's really nothing else on."

"We don't have to watch TV, do we?" asked Dani.  "Can't we do something else?  Play a game or something?"

I shrugged my shoulders again and refilled Dani's drink.  "Sure, what do you want to play?"

"Truth or dare," replied Dani with a wicked smile.  Amy's mouth dropped open, and she started to shake her head.

"Sure, I'm up for it," I said.  "I haven't played truth or dare with a couple of hot teenage girls in years."

"Uncle Charlie!" said Amy, laughing in protest, but Dani interrupted her.

"Truth or dare, Charlie?"

"Truth."

"How old were you when you first had sex?"

My eyes widened in surprise at the directness.  "Um, well," I stammered.  "Uh, I was 12."

"Wow, really?" said Amy, suddenly interested in the game.  "Who was it with?"

"Nope, I've already answered.  My turn."  I looked at Amy.  "Truth or dare?"

"Umm, truth," she said, looking nervous.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?"

"Well, duh!" she said.  "I'm not a little girl, Charlie!"

"OK, OK, it was just the first one that popped into my head!"

"Whatever.  Yes, I've kissed a boy and then some!"  Her tone was almost defiant.  She looked at Dani.  "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," said Dani.

"When was the last time you had sex with a boy?"

"Never," she replied, "but I fucked a MAN yesterday."  I almost choked on my rum.  "Truth or dare?" she asked, pointing to Amy.

"Truth."

"Have you ever given a blowjob?"

"Why would you ask that?  You know the answer!"  Amy looked annoyed.

"Charlie doesn't," Dani replied evilly, and Amy sighed.

"Yes, I've given a blowjob.  Back at you, truth or dare?"  My mind was boggling at all this information.

"Dare," said Dani.

"Take off your top."

"Hey, wait," I said quickly.  "No need to get out of hand, Amy.  We don't need to go there."

But Dani was already taking off her top, smiling all the while.  My jaw dropped as a pair of small, perky breasts were revealed, the nipples barely the size of quarters and already hard.  Once the top came off, they weren't the only hard things in the room, that's for damn sure!

"Truth or dare, Charlie," said Dani.  It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me, and I looked up from those beautiful little breasts to her grinning face.

"Uh, truth," I said.

"Have you ever given a blowjob?"

"Dani!" said Amy, smacking her friend on the arm.  I cleared my throat.

"It's OK, Amy," I said.  "Yes, I've given a blowjob."  The looks of shock on both their faces gave me a great deal of satisfaction.  "Amy, truth or dare."

"Dare," she said, and I was taken aback, having expected truth.

"Oh, uh..."  I thought for a moment.  "Pinch Dani's nipples."

Amy laughed as Dani cried, "Hey!"  But it was too late.  Amy pinched both nipples with a twist, and Dani's cry choked off with a gasp and a shiver.

"Truth or dare, uncle Charlie," said Amy.

I shrugged.  The game might be getting out of hand, but I'd had enough to drink that I was feeling adventurous.

"Dare."

"Show us your cock."

I hesitated a moment, then looked back at Dani's beautiful little breasts.  I stood up and peeled my jeans down to my ankles and stepped out of them, and then dropped my boxers a bit to let my cock spring out.

"Oh, my God," said Dani softly.  "How big is it?"

"A little more than eight inches," I replied, then pulled my boxers back up and sat down.  "Amy, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Take off your top."

Without hesitation, Stood up, and her blanket fell aside.  She was wearing a short t-shirt and a pair of tiny cotton panties.  She pulled the shirt up over her head, stripping it off and tossing it aside.  Her breasts were fuller than Dani's, at least a large C cup, and firm.  I felt my cock twitch as I looked at my niece, and suppressed a surge of guilt.

"Truth or dare, Dani?" she said, sitting down, her breasts slightly thrust out as if in triumph.

"Dare," said Dani.

"Take off your panties."

Dani smiled and threw the blanket aside.  "Too late, don't have any on," she said.  I looked down to see a perfectly bare pussy, the lips tight and slightly puffy.  "Dare something else."

Amy thought a moment, but I couldn't take my eyes off this beautiful, lithe young naked girl.

"OK, then, go kiss Charlie.  A real good one."

Dani got up and walked toward me, her slender body swaying.

"Dani, you don't have to..." I began, but she silenced me with her mouth, slipping her tongue between my lips.  As she kissed me, her hand slid up my thigh and gently stroked across my crotch.  The kiss was over far too soon, and I was watching her beautiful ass as she walked back to the couch.  She sat down and pulled one knee up to her chest, baring that shaved pussy for the world to see.

"Truth or dare, Charlie," she said.

"What?  Oh, dare," I replied, my mind whirling.  Between the alcohol and these girls, I couldn't keep my thoughts straight.

"Kiss Amy the way I just kissed you."

I didn't even think about what I was doing.  I got up, stepped over to where Amy sat on the couch, and leaned down to kiss her.  She stiffened in surprise, especially when I slid my hand up her thigh and brushed her pussy through the cotton of her panties, but then she put her hand behind my neck and began kissing me back.  After a short time, I pulled away and sat down, this time between the girls.

"Truth or dare," I asked Amy.

"Dare," she replied, breathless.

"Take off your panties," I said.  I glanced to my left to see that Dani was gently rubbing her pussy, and turned back just in time to have a pair of white cotton panties tossed in my face.

"Truth or dare, Charlie," Amy said.

"Dare," I replied quickly.

"Kiss Dani really hard, and finger her pussy for her."

I leaned over to Dani, who threw her arms around my neck as I slid my tongue between her lips.  My hand quickly stroked up her thigh, and I thrust two fingers into her, hard.  She gasped, and I fucked them in and out of her a few times before pulling away.

"Truth or dare, Dani," I said.

"Fuck that," she said, and suddenly she had her hand in my boxers, pulling out my throbbing cock, her lips moving to engulf the head...


TO BE CONTINUED

Vanessa's Story 1

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My husband got mad because I didn't want to do it and he raped me
My name is Vanessa and I am 28 years old, married for 4 years and a, honestly, little tired of my husband. I have never admitted that until now. I have just gotten tired of him but after tonight I think I am leaving him.
We had a regular sort of night with some friends over for dinner and a few drinks. After everyone left, I was

She was a model from IDAHO --- true story!!!

stillman2323 on Cheating Stories

 

     I had just arrived in Atlanta for a four-day conference. I knew that I was going to get drunk in the hotel's bar that night and possibly spark up a conversation with a lady, but this was perfect.

     I make my way to the bar about 6 in the evening and order a drink. To my right I notice a tall blond talking to an older black guy but checking me out at the same time. We kept looking at each other until the other guy pretty much knew that I was what she wanted. When he left, I moved right in and complimented her on her shoes (nice, heeled, open-toed and black).

     We continued to talk and drink -- a lot. Turns out she was in town with her aunt to see a Neal Diamond concert. I had a feeling this was going somewhere, but I had no

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idea things would progress as quickly as they did. After a few more drinks, I asked her if she would like to check out the bar downstairs. We went. As we walked in, every guy in the place was checking her out. I couldn't believe myself that I was hooking up with her.

     We sat at the bar and talked for an hour or so until this annoying couple came over and started blabbing on and on. At that point, I touched her leg as if to say 'can you believe these people?' But she took it differently. She put her hand on my leg and started rubbing. At that point, I was like, 'let's go drink from my mini bar.'

     She said, 'let's go.' As we walked out, I could see angry, jealous men staring at us. I was even more turned on. As we walk out, I decided to test the waters. I grabbed her arm and told her to kiss me. She was all over me.

     I'm a good looking guy, but this chick was legendary. I was thinking, all I have to do is get her up to my room now. We get into the elevator and start kissing again. She took off her heels, which made her my height, and started on my neck.

     As soon as we get into the room, she sits on my bed and unbuttons my jeans. With her smoothe, white hands, she reached into my pants and pulls my cock out and takes it into her mouth. I can't believe it. I'm looking up at the ceiling thinking, 'this is unbelievable.'

     She was so gorgeous that I would have been happy just eating her snatch. She wouldn't wait long enough. We tested every position. I even put my cock in her butt. And what a great ass it was.

Oh, and I sucked her great toes, too.

     And the thing was, I had just been with a 42 year old the night before. I was on a roll. This was just a Saturday night. We had two more nights together. But on Sunday morning, she and her aunt was in the food court. She was wearing a pair white jeans. Her ass looked fabulous. I was thinking to myself, 'my cock was in her ass the night before.'

     The last night together, Monday, we fucked for about 3 hours. She saved the best for last... after some good sex, she asked me to finish by jerkin off. when i got near climax, she took over and swallowed ever drop.

     We talked a few times after that and tried to set up a long weekend, but it never happened. but of the women i've been with, she truly is the best I could have hoped for.

later

My Mother-in-law, Part II

MIQ on Incest Stories

It has been almost a month now since the first day I fucked my mum-in-law. The thrill of fucking her in her house just got stronger each day. I have been fucking her almost every weekday at every opportunity I got. My Saturdays and Sundays has to be reserved for fucking her daughter. Most of the time it was at her house when the small dick father-in-law of mine is not at home.

By the way, my mother-in-law's name is Zima and thanks to me, she is now a real slut of a mother-in-law. My name is Mike.

There was one time when she called me at about 11 in the morning asking me to come. She said she need me to fuck her no

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w. "I think it is time you give your mum-in-law here a good fuck in the ass." I was in ecstasy. Here I was thinking of fucking her in the ass. It was like she knows what I want. 

"But be gentle, son. My ass has never been fucked before. You father-in-law just couldn't do it". I was going wild! I am going to anal fuck my mum-in-law!

I was on my way to see a client then. But the thought of fucking her virgin ass today was just too good to miss.

As I made my way to her apartment door, I rang the doorbell. I was shocked when my father-in-law opened the door. Surprised to see me, I told him I was around the neighbourhood and dropped by because I needed to use the bathroom.

Zima was sitting at the sofa and just smiled at me. Asking how was his business trip, my father-in-law, Zack said he had to cut short his trip and return a day earlier. He had arrived just five minutes earlier. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. It was a close call. I could have been fucking my slut mother-in-law when he came back!

As I got to the living room, Zack was alone there. Zima was in the kitchen.

Zima came back from the kitchen with a glass of cold lemonade.

"Is that all you're going tp give your son-in-law? It's not everyday that he wants to drop by and see you?" Zack asked

Zima looked at me with a smile and said " Why don't you wait for a while, Mike and I will make you a some pasta?

I just looked at her and said " Sure, mum. I would love that very much."

Zima went back to the kitchen .At the kitchen door, she turned around, looked at me and squeezed her breast. My father-in-law did not see that as he was standing behind her.

Zack excused himself and went to the room to take a shower.Knowing we only have a short time, I went to the kitchen. There she was holding a plate of pasta she has prepared earlier at the table.

"Are you going to eat the pasta or let me eat your prick,Mike? That old man is going come back very soon." Zima said

"You are going to get fucked, mum"

I grabbed her and kissed her hard in the mouth. Pulling down my zipper I told her " Get down there and suck my dick, slut." She knelt down and pulled out my dick and began sucking it hard. She grabbed my ass and squeezed them at the same time. She was sucking so hard that I can feel my balls about to explode. After some hard sucking, I grabbed her hair and pulled her up.

"You are a real slut, mum. I want to suck your breasts." I pulled up her T-shirt and began sucking hard on both her breasts. As she moaned hard with me sucking her breasts, I pulled down her skirt to her thigh, just enough to expose her ass and her now clean shaven cunt. As I expected, she was not wearing any panties.

Grabbing both her ass cheeks and still sucking her breasts, I moved my right hand to her cunt and pushed my finger into her. She was moaning "Fuck me now, son, before he comes out"

I pushed her to the kitchen table and pulled her skirt all the way down. Spreading her ass, I pushed my dick all the way in her cunt with one very hard push.

" Oooh yesss, fuck me hard, MIke. Make me cum again,son."

" You are a real slut, mum. I am going to fuck you hard, mum." Fucking her faster and harder, I could not hold it anymore. "I am going to cum now, mum"

" Ooohhh, yesss.....let me have it in my mouth,Mike" I pulled out my dick and held it tight. Zima got on the floor and took my dick into her mouth. With a few more sucking, I unloaded my juice into her mouth. She took it all in her and licked every cum I had on my prick. Still panting, she got up and pulled up her skirt.

I quickly pushed my soft prick into my boxers and pulled up my fly. I was about to grabbed her ass again when we heard the bathroom door open.

Out came my father-in-law and asked " You had your lunch, Mike?"

" Oh yes, Dad. The pasta was great." I looked at my mother-in-law and said " Mum is one hell of a cook, dad. She can make me hungry any time".

Zima looked at me and smiled " You can come here at anytime and I will cook you something nice. I only have one son-in-law, you know."

"Thanks, mum. I have to get back to the office now. See you, Dad"

I went to where Zima was standing and gave her a kiss on the cheek. I gave her ass a squeeze and was about to leave when Zima said " Mike, can you give me a lift to the bank on the way, Since your dad just got back, he must be tired"

" Yeah, Mike. You don't mind giving your mum-in-law here a ride do you?" Zack asked.

" Not at all, Dad. For mum, I will give her a ride anytime" I said looking at Zima.

Zima had a quick shower and changed into something simple with nothing inside. She kissed Zack goodbye and told him to rest and she might go to the mall after her errand.

As we got in the car, Zima said " Now Mike, you be a good boy and take your dear mum-in-law here to a motel. I am very sure you want to have my virgin ass fucked, don't you?"

I looked at her and smiled " Mum, you are the best. Your ass is mine"

We both laughed and headed out of town to check into a motel. My mother-in-law is about to get her ass fucked for the first time.

Lady In The House - Part V

PantyhosePrincess on Transgender Stories

Lady in the House Part V

By

Michele Nylons

 

From Part IV

 

Then Eddie looked down at my body and noticed the semen pooled at the front of my panties. My semen! He looked down at his tight belly and saw a slimy stain that was the result of my ejaculate spread there when he had pressed his body against me.

I watched the terrible storm brood in his eyes as he reached out and smashed me across the face.

"You dirty Cunt!!!" he screamed, and pushed my face into his belly.

"You lick that disgusting mess off my body before you lose

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some teeth!" he bellowed, rubbing my face against his belly as I made a vein attempt to lick my own spend off his stomach.

He pushed me back on the bed, my makeup ruined, mixed with semen and tears and smeared all over my face.

"Now get yourself cleaned up and get changed you filthy whore; you're open for business!!!"

 

Part V

 

Carmel rushed into the cell, or as she called it, my 'workroom';

"Come on Michele, the night's only just begun! The waiting room is full of punters, and because you are the new girl, you're top of the menu!" she said, busily fussing around me and helping me to my feet.

I allowed myself to be pulled up off the bed, and stood in front of Carmel (who until today I had only known as Craig).

"Look what he did to me!" I cried; "Look what that disgusting man did to me!"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Carmel crowed. "You'll get worse and you'll get better Michele; that's the life of a working girl here in Chelmsford!" the crossdressed freak standing in front of me explained matter of factly.

"That's just it!" I cried.

"I'm not a girl! I'm not Michele; my name is Mike and I'm a businessman not a woman! And you are not Carmel; some kind of bawdyhouse Madam; as you like to pretend! You're Craig! A guy in a dress, pretending to be a girl! You're just a sad, pathetic, transvestite prostitute living in some made up dream world inside this prison!"

"I'm a big name outside!" I cried.

"A 'Face'! As you jailhouse scum are want to say! I have money, friends, influence" I cried.

Carmel laughed out loud and slapped me hard across the face. I felt the sting though my tears.

"No honey! You have it all wrong! You're inside Chelmsford prison honey and you are whatever Eddie want's you to be!"

"You're Michele! You're Eddie's property; and you have about five minutes to get ready because customers are waiting!"

"Now pay attention, you really are on your own after I clean you up; a girl's got to make her own living too you know, I can't spend all night showing you how to put on makeup and how to dress" Carmel sneered.

She led me back past the five other cells that made up this section of E block. Low light leaked through the bars of the other cells; red shaded bedside lamps had been lit. I saw other 'working girls'; transvestite prostitutes, putting the final touches to their makeup, adjusting the seams on their stockings, or arranging their wigs. They sat on their oversize cots that had been made up with satin sheets; bold colours, black, red, and blue were predominant. One or two of them looked up with their painted faces and smiled at me; but there was no sympathy in their smiles; they were the types of smile that predators gave their prey just before they pounced for the kill. Four of the cells were occupied by Eddie's 'girls', leaving my 'workroom' and the cell across the passageway vacant. It dawned on me as I clattered along on my impossibly high-heels that the vacant cell directly across from me must be Carmel's 'workroom'.

We arrived at the bathroom at the end of E block again and Carmel helped me undress and sat me down in front of the highly polished stainless steel mirror. I washed my face clean and stared at the makeup arranged on the shelf below the small sink.

Carmel said, "Ok Michele; you’ve done this enough times tonight with my help; it's time you went solo."

Carmel lit a menthol cigarette and sat down on a stool beside me, preening herself in the mirror. She made minor adjustments to her own makeup as she sat there and smoked.

It was amazing how much I had learned in such a small amount of time. I took a damp sponge and applied generous amounts of foundation to my face and neck finishing with a slightly lighter coloured powder to set my face. I rouged my cheeks, eventually getting the hang of how to accent my high feminine cheekbones. Carmel had to instruct me again how to apply the rouge after my first attempt made me look like some kind of circus clown with rosy red cheeks. I then applied liberal amounts of eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara with minimal assistance from Carmel.

"You're getting the hang of it honey, although you do look like a bit of a panda, but you will become very good at it soon," said Carmel laughing at my efforts with the mascara applicator.

"Besides, the punters like us heavily made-up, it's not like were supposed to be their wives or Moms," She laughed wickedly and applied another coat of mascara to her own heavily made-up eyes.

I finished with another light dusting of powder and applied two coats of plum red lipstick to my pouty lips. Putting on the lipstick I had discovered, was the easiest part. I applied a touch-up coat of bright red nail polish to my toenails and fingernails where they had been chipped. I checked myself out in the mirror with a self-satisfied smirk. Not bad for my first solo effort I thought.

"Wonderful Michele; you are getting the hang of it now," Carmel cooed like I was a good pupil who had learned her lessons well.

Then I took stock of the situation. I had been concentrating on applying my makeup and was amazingly, feeling a shimmer of pride in my efforts! What the fuck was wrong with me! I had also referred to myself as 'SHE' in a number of my thoughts and more disturbingly had subconsciously thought of: 'MY makeup!' 'MY clothes!' and 'MY shoes!' What the fuck was happening to me! Was I turning into some kind of willing participant in this sick, fucked world that Eddie had created inside this prison!

I bought myself back to reality by concentrating on the debauchery I had suffered over the last couple of hours. I had been sodomised and orally raped; my back passage was still sore from Eddie's invading penis. I could still taste the swampy, salty, taste of 'Iron Bar' Steve's secretions which he had deposited in my unwilling mouth; and my ribs and stomach muscles still ached from the pummelling I had received from Eddie during the evening.

I looked in the mirror again and saw what I really was; a small, insignificant male prisoner forced to wear makeup and jewellery. A parody of a woman! A man compelled to dress up in women's clothes so that sick, twisted prisoners could take their carnal pleasures and somehow justify to themselves they were not gay because they took their gratification from a man who is dressed as a woman.

Carmel helped me into a satin robe and then scooped all of the makeup off the shelf and into a small makeup case. She took the wigs with their stands and loaded them into my arms she grabbed my discarded clothing and shoved it with my high-heels into my arms on top of the wigs. Holding the makeup case in one hand she took my hand and started to drag me out of the bathroom.

"Ok Michele, from now on this place is just for you to clean up, shower and shave. Don't leave any clothes, makeup or jewellery here or the other girls will nick it as soon as you take your eyes off it; and then you will have to pay for it to be replaced."

"Everything you need is in your workroom and only you, Eddie, and Mabel have a key."

"Who the fuck is Mabel?" I asked.

"She's an old lifer who likes to crossdress. She's really too old to shag, but some of the cons occasionally give her one when they are short of money. She's Eddie's minder for his stable of working girls. Steve is the muscle, and Mabel is the housemaid is the best way to explain it I suppose."

"Mabel comes around during the day and changes the sheets and washes our clothes. She'll replace your makeup and tend to your wigs. She also takes orders for new clothes, lingerie, and any special costumes when you need them; all done for a small fee, and all done with a smile, she likes to be around us girls," Carmel beamed. "She also takes our bookings and manages the punters in the waiting room."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked Carmel, bemused.

"Look Michele I really don't have time for this; you used to be Eddie's bookkeeper so you should have it figured out by now. Half of every fee we get off a punter goes to Eddie ok. You will probably have to work for nothing for about three months to pay for the clothes and other stuff Eddie has bought you to get you started with. Once you start making money Eddie keeps it for you on a tab; Mabel will deduct your expenses and such and will also give you cash or goods when you need them."

I realised what Carmel was explaining to me of course. As Eddie's prison accountant I had indeed managed his books and was aware that he had someone else look after his 'working girls' and put money into and out of that part of the account; but all I ever saw were the profits. It never occurred to me how complicated this side of his business was.

"Hang on a minute; what the fuck are you are talking about? Expenses? Goods?" I asked.

"Jesus Michele! You just don't get it do you?"

"Everything is a business to Eddie. The clothes, makeup, wigs and so forth you have to pay for. You also pay to have your clothes washed and 'workroom cleaned'. You also pay when you order in more clothes, wigs, lingerie, shoes and stuff. Mabel will bring around the catalogue and an order form for you."

I mind flew back to the times I spent with Eddie as he made me order in women's clothes, nylons, makeup and so forth for his stable of working girls; but I never thought I would be wearing any of it!

"Sometimes if Eddie sees something he really wants to have you wear he'll buy it for you as a present," she smiled.

We had arrived back at my cell; my workroom as it I now realised it to be. Carmel pushed me through the door.

"Ok hun, its ShowTime; put those dirty clothes in the laundry basket, put your wigs and makeup in the wardrobe and get dressed. Try that long black wig hun, it will suit your makeup. As you can see Mabel has laid out your outfit for your first customer, it must be a special request, that's always good because have to pay more."

With that Carmel went through the door of her own cell, sat on the bed and lit another menthol. She punched a button on an intercom located on a nightstand next to her bed and spoke into it.

"Ok Mabel, send him in," she sang.

Carmel rushed across to my cell and pointed to an identical intercom on my bedside table.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you how this works. Its simple hun," she explained, "when the blue light is on you have a punter waiting. Press that button to talk to Mabel in the waiting room. Press that orange button to indicate you are busy, cleaning up whatever, and that red button there is the panic button."

"Press the panic button and 'Iron-Bar' Steve will be here in seconds. But only press it if you have genuine emergency," she advised me, slipped me a wink, and skipped out of my cell to the sound of approaching footfalls.

Genuine emergency! GENUINE FUCKING EMERGENCY!!!!

What could be more of a genuine emergency than being forced into being a transvestite prostitute in a fucking jail!!!!

I sat on the bed and controlled the urge to cry. I knew it wouldn't help; all I could do was to get through tonight and then figure out a plan to get of the indescribable mess I was in.

I looked down at the clothes arranged on the black silky sheets. A 'special request' Carmel had said; what the fuck? Resignedly I started to dress.

First I open the package of hosiery. It contained a pair of white, sheer to the waist pantyhose. As I slid the sheer nylon up my legs those little electric sparks of delight again ran through me. I hated myself for enjoying the sensation of it! The sheer waistband was snug around my tummy and I tucked my deflated little penis between my legs to be held there by the gossamer nylon gusset of the pantyhose. Next I slid a pair white full brief satin panties up my legs and pulled them snug around my bum and groin. The rasp of the silky panty material against my sheer hose was so sensual that I felt my little cock pulse.

I slid the matching white satin bra around my chest and went to the drawer where I knew my breastforms where kept and placed them neatly into the bra cups. 'My breastforms'…………what the fuck had happened to me!

I concentrated on getting dressed and tried not to think about the exquisite feel of the nylon and satin on my skin. A pair of plain white high-heeled pumps was at the foot of the bed and I slid my feet into them and stood up. A single pristine white cotton tunic was laid out on the bed so I stepped into it and pulled it up my body. As I started to do up the buttons on the front of the tunic I realised what it was. A nurses uniform; 'Special Request' in-fucking-deed!!!

As recommended by Carmel, I placed the long, raven haired wig on my head, adjusting it in the mirror on the wardrobe door. I picked up the little white nurse's cap with the Red Cross on it and placed it on top of my head. I looked stunning!

In the full-length mirror was the image of gorgeous nurse in a crisp white tunic buttoned to her throat. Her long legs shimmered in gauzy white nylons below the knee-length hem of her skirt. Her legs terminated in the pristine white high-heeled pumps. The nurse lost all credibility however when you looked at her face. She was so heavily made up; with lashings of mascara and plump red full lips framed by her glossy black mane. The little white cap with its Red Cross added to the image; the girl in the mirror looked like a tramp in a nurses uniform; the same sort of fetish clothing worn by the girls in men's magazines that I liked to masturbate over.

I looked down at the bedside table and noticed the little blue light flashing. My trembling hand extended a red-painted manicured, finger-nail and pushed the button.

"Send him in," I whispered hoarsely.

Oh my God; what was I doing? The only thing I could I realised; do what I was told or have my legs and face broken. It was only for one night and soon it would be over. I would escape; I would tell the Warden, my lawyer; someone who could get me out of the obscene mess I was in!

I sat on the bed and waited. My eyes drifted to the cell across the way and I saw Carmel. She was standing up in her cell, bent over and holding on to bars of her cell for support; her painted red fingernails digging into the palm of her hand as she tightly gripped the iron bars. Her skirt was rucked up over her back, her pure white arse raised suppliantly into the air. Positioned behind her a large black man was pounding himself in and out of her. As he slammed into her he grunted and pulled her soft white arse back against him so he could drive himself in her as far as he could go. Carmel's heavily made-up face looked idyllic as she concentrated on maintaining the rhythm whilst she was anally pummelled. She open her eyes and looked at me through the bars, she smiled at me, winked and then closed her eyes again as she rocked back and forth on her high heels, her sheer stockinged legs glittering in the low red lamplight.

I head heavy footfalls approaching my cell and realised it was my first customer. I silently prayed.

A shadow fell across the doorway to my cell and the footfalls ceased. I looked up under the dark fringe of my hair; the heavy mascara and eyeshadow causing my eyes to reflect like two deep blue pools. My eyes met with a large man in his late forties. His thick arms heavily tattooed, burly chest and huge pot belly were barely contained by his faded blue singlet; faded denim jeans hung beneath his large belly and his shoes were prison issue boots, scuffed and poorly repaired.

I recognised him immediately; it was Harry Watson; or 'Doc' Watson as he was called by all who knew him. He was one of Eddie's 'enforcers'; a good mate of Iron-Bar Steve and just as ruthless.

Harry stepped into the cell and held out his rough dirty hand to me. I took it in mine and stood up, shaking in fear with what was about to happen. Harry looked me over slowly with hungry eyes. He looked down at my white high-heeled pumps and followed my shapely; nylon encased legs to where they disappeared inside the hem of my nurse's tunic. The white pantyhose shimmered in the low scarlet light cast by the bedside lamp. His eyes continued up my crisp white uniform, resting for a few seconds on my large false breasts, straining the buttons of the tunic. He then continued his gaze up to my face, his eyes engorging themselves on my full plum-red lips, my heavily mascaraed eyes, my rouged cheekbones framed by the jet-black mane of my hair. Finally he looked at the little nurse's cap with its silly Red Cross perched on my head.

"Fuck, you are worth every penny I've paid; now the Doctor want's his nurse!" he groaned and pulled me to him.

His foul tongue thrust into my mouth as he crushed his lips against mine. He groaned and his hand went straight under my skirt and began to brutally squeeze my buttocks through the silky satin panties and sheer hose. Harry pulled me close and as his rancid breath panted into my mouth, I felt his rock hard penis pushing against me though the fabric of his jeans and my skirt. He pushed me away from him releasing his grip and looked me up and down again with wanton lust.

"Lift yer skirt!" he demanded.

"Whaaat?" I stammered, dazed and confused.

Slap! Harry's hand snaked out and backhanded me across my cheek.

"Lift yer fucking skirt Nursey or I'll tear the fucking thing off you!" he shouted.

I looked down at his feet and took the hem of my pristine white cotton skirt in both hands and slowly raised it up my thighs. Harry's eyes followed the hem and opened wide as my firm thighs, encased in gossamer white nylon, slowly came into view. He gasped as the first glimpse of white satin panty was exposed and couldn't help him self; he reached out and stroked his hand up and down by thighs; his rough hand slithering over the gossamer nylon.

"Oh fuck, you're just what I asked for; I can't wait any longer Nursey or I'll come in me pants!"

With that he grabbed me roughly and spun me around so I was facing the bed. He pushed down on my shoulders and I fell forward doubled over so I that was tottering on my heels with my weight supported by my outstretched hands on the bedside table. I heard a ripping sound that could only be the zipper of his fly being pulled down. Inside I screamed and prayed, hoping what I knew was coming next wouldn't happen.

I felt Harry lift my skirt up and push it over my back so that my silky arse was exposed and thrust up at him as I gripped the nightstand to keep my balance. Then I felt a hot iron bar pushed against my pantied ass it rubbed all over my satin encased buttocks. I realised it was Harry's erect penis. Then I felt his erection slide under the silken gusset of my panties and wedge itself in the crack of my arse.

Instinctively I tried to move forward and away from the invading member but Harry gripped my waist, cruelly digging his hands into me as he held me steady.

"Oh no you don't Nursey; hold still while the doctor tends to you," he hissed.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against the thin gauzy nylon of my pantyhose as it pushed the silky material into the crevice of my arse crack. Then I felt Harry reposition his member so the head was nestled in the rosebud of my sphincter. Now the thin layer of pantyhose was the only protection between my anal canal and his hot throbbing cock. I felt harry pull the gusset of my panties across my buttocks so that he had an unobstructed view of his penis poised at my rear entrance; his erect member pushing the nylon of my pantyhose tight against my sphincter. He said one word.

"Lube!"

"Whaat?" I stammered again.

"Lube! Or you can take it dry, but I think you will appreciate some lube Nursey!"

I knew what he meant then, and although horrified I remembered the torture of Eddie's rampant member invading my unlubricated anus. I reached under the pillow with one hand and searched for the tube Carmel had put there previously this evening. I grasped it and thrust it out behind me, rocking precariously on my high-heels as I held onto the nightstand with only one hand.

"No, you do it Nursey," Harry laughed.

He took the tube of KY jelly and squeezed a big blob of the cool slippery liquid into my hand.

"You do it! And be nice and gentle I don't want to come before I get it in yer!"

I awkwardly reached behind me and felt around until my hand came into contact with Harry's hot engorged pole. It was rock hard and as I put my small hand around it, it felt enormous and menacing as it throbbed in my hand. Harry looked down to see me standing legs wide apart on high-heeled feet, my legs encased in diaphanous white nylon and my white satin panties pushed to one side of my arse. He watched as my long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slid feather-like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of KY jelly.

I looked to one side and saw that I had left the wardrobe door open and I could see Harry and myself in the full length mirror. I looked just like a pretty nurse, a slutty nurse with a ridiculous cap perched on her head, bent over, pretty and pathetic as I reached back behind me and slowly smeared lubricant up and down Harry's penis. This nurse was about to be raped! Then I looked up and saw that Harry was looking at the same image and that he had a huge grin on his face.

"Oh Nursey, you're going to get it now!" he groaned.

His hands gripped my hips tighter and I felt his now lubricated glans press hard against my sphincter. But there was something preventing his entry; the nylon of my pantyhose! He hadn't pulled my pantyhose down or torn a hole in them!

"Pantyhose!" I gasped.

"Yes, I love them!" exclaimed Harry and gave an enormous thrust with his hips.

Christ! I felt the head of his penis slide inside my tight hole, the lube assisted but the nylon gusset of my sheer to the waist hose was also pushed inside me. The pain of having Harry's hard cock was bad enough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock was like sandpaper on the walls of my rectum.

"Oh God!" I groaned in agony and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

I was impaled on the head of Harry's cock as I stood with my legs spread, skirt hitched up and Harry's huge gut hanging over me as he thrust harder. I could see his eyes closed in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffed more of his tumescent member inside me. I felt my pantyhose grow tight around my buttocks and between my groin as harry forced more of the sheer fabric inside me, wrapped around his hard cock. He was groaning and gripping me so hard that the pain was almost more than I could bear; I felt a searing heat as my insides were invaded.

Suddenly I felt the flimsy nylon pantyhose give and Harry's well lubricated shaft drove itself all the way inside me as the resistance of the nylon parted. It was so big and in me so deep that it knocked the wind out of me and rocked me on my heels. I felt Harry's flabby thighs against mine, his jeans whispering on my nyloned legs as he ground into me. His large gut now rested firmly against my lower back and my hands gave way as his full weight was pressed against me.

"Don't fall over Nursey," he laughed, "I'm just about to start the ride!"

With that he pulled me up and back against him so that I was standing. I was rocking on my heels but Harry held me firm and spun me around so I was pressed hard against the mirror. My skirt had fallen down and was covering our intimate parts where Harry and had me impaled on him. He pushed me harder against the mirror and I smelt his rancid breath as he started to kiss my neck. One hand held me locked against the mirrored wardrobe as I felt the other fumble around at the front of my skirt. His hand went under the hem and began to stroke my pantyhosed thighs as Harry started to slowly rape my back passage.

It was not as excruciating as when Eddie raped me without the lubricant, but Harry's cock was a lot thicker and I felt so full of him that I would explode. Harry started to thrust slowly in and out of me, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he was panting as he slobbered at my neck, kissing and licking me with his foul mouth.

Harry's hand stroked my thighs and groin as he slowly fucked me, he obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin because he had shucked down his pants and was pushing his crotch hard against my pantyhosed arse on the in stroke. Harry now began to fuck me harder and faster, he breath in great explosions as he established a had and fast rhythm.

"Open your eyes bitch!" he gasped against me, "look!"

I opened my eyes and was humiliated by what I saw reflected in the mirror. Harry was thrusting against me, his jeans around his ankles and his sweaty body moulded to my back; his hand was under the front my skirt ferreting around, pawing and stroking. Harry's ugly face was beside mine and he slobbered at my neck. He was thrusting in and out pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside me, rubbing his balls on my nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke.

My back passage was filled and it ached with the size of the invading member that slid in and out of me, but oh god no! I could feel the spongy hard mass of Harry's glans as they pushed on my prostate; I couldn't believe it but again I felt the first ripple of sexual pleasure. I was not about to give this pig the idea that I was becoming aroused so I decided to end this rape as soon as possible.

I leant forward more so that my buttocks pushed out further and scrunched my hips from side to side to increase Harry's pleasure and ensure my nylon encased cheeks rubbed against him, as he obviously loved the feel of that. I turned my head sideways so that harry could stretch his fat neck out and kiss my pouty lips; I gagged on his breath but concentrated on trying to get Harry to come.

Harry now stepped back slightly and pulled me with him so that I was again bent over with my legs spread. Harry now started to pound himself heavily in and out of me. I though that he would do some serious damage to my insides if he didn't stop soon; the pain was enormous, but I still had the tingle of excitement every time his cock rubbed my prostate. Harry fucked me harder and harder and was really grunting and panting now. He gripped my hips and pulled me back hard against him as he thrust forward and held me rock steady as he pulled back. He was now jackhammering himself in and out of me, groaning and cursing.

"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Fucking take this you cunt!" he screamed.

He pushed in hard and ground his balls against my nyloned cheeks as he shuddered. His grip on my waist was like iron. I felt his cock start to convulse inside me as it shuddered and secreted his hot spend. Harry's cock actually expanded and I felt the walls of my back passage begin to tear as Harry came deep inside me. I felt jet after jet of hot seed stream into me as Harry stated to rock slowly back and forth again. Harry's semen further lubricated his cock and some of the pain went away. Harry was still hissing obscenities as he completed his climax. I felt his spend drip from my sphincter and run down my nyloned legs.

Harry pushed me forward and thrust back so that his cock slid out of me, a torrent of his semen joined the trickle running down the inside of my legs. I couldn't believe how much semen he had shot into me.

I couldn't move, I was bent over, my back aching, my legs locked apart and my back passage throbbing in agony. Harry pushed me sideways and I landed on the bed, sitting up, my legs spread and skirt hiked up.

Harry leant over me and kissed me full on the lips.

"That was worth every penny; you are one hot nurse," he laughed.

Harry grabbed a handful of my clean white skirt and wiped his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly stained the fabric; there was also a faint trace of blood.

Harry hitched up his pants and made for the door, tightening his belt; he looked back at the dishevelled, raped, nurse sitting legs akimbo on the bed, a look of shock on her face and her tunic stained with semen and blood,

"Yep, you are one fucking hot nurse alright; maybe next time you can play Nun!"

I heard his laughter fading as he walked down the passageway past the other cells to what I presumed to be the waiting room. The waiting room where undoubtedly there were more customers waiting. I closed my eyes as the tears ran slowly down my cheeks.

 

 

 

 

To be continued……………………………………………………………………………..

Exhibitionists Diary

kellyweaver40 on Exhibitionist Stories

My husband and I live on a very large tree farm in Northern Appalachia. The size of the property and the remoteness of the house permit he and I to go nude whenever the weather permits. He is very supportive of the fact that I am both an exhibitionist and I am also bisexual to a point. I have a small circle of girlfriends that come to our house and enjoy the freedoms of nudity and we often end up having sex. He also knows of my desire to have sex in public places where we will certainly be seen doing so. He does go along when I’m flashing people as my protector and also drives our van. He is naturally my sex partner if I’m doing it in public.

One of my favorite exhibitions took place in a city north of where we live. Our little village is extremely conservative and w

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ould have us burned at the stake if they knew about us. We had a power gate installed with an intercom and remote camera and the whole farm is well fenced. We also have a couple of dogs patrolling the grounds at night..
When we want to play, we go to this large city and have our fun in malls, restaurants and parks located on the outskirts. We also frequent bars in that city known for being very discrete.

One such bar was the scene of our favorite episode. My husband and I sat in our van and planned it to the minute. First, my husband walked in and sat on the stool to  the far left of the bar. A few moments later, I walked in and sat next to him. I was wearing skirt and stockings and heels without panties in my way. I seldom wore them anyway. We ignored each other as if we were strangers. Soon, a man walked over and sat beside me, glancing down at my skirt, which had ridden up to reveal the lace tops of the stockings. I turned and gave the man a smile to encourage him. He soon was filling my ear with small talk and complimenting me on my looks and everything he could to hopefully get me aroused. I soon felt his hand on my thigh, testing my reaction. I simply held still and let him work a little higher. My skirt hid the fact that I was not wearing panties and the look on his face when he found it out was one of surprise and approval. I simply spread my legs a little more to let him get his fingers where he was headed. On the seat to my left, my husband was watching this and had a good view of the strange fingers probing me. I glanced down and saw that my husband was indeed enjoying the show. The stranger finally slipped a finger in my soaking wet slit and probed for my clit. He continued to probe until he had two fingers inside me and was massaging my clit. This was all in plain view of my husband, who was trying hard to hide his erection. As the man worked on my pussy, the front of my skirt was working higher and higher until my tummy was showing. The positioning of the stranger and my husband hid me from view of other bar patrons. He kept fingering me until I was almost ready to come. While he was fingering me, I had reached over and was slowly rubbing his member through his trousers. I suddenly felt my orgasm start to overtake my body and rubbed his cock hard until a wet spot in his trousers appeared at roughly the same time. My husband leaned over me when I had calmed down and whispered to the man that a round of drinks should be in order for masturbating his wife. We then enjoyed our fresh drinks and left the bar, laughing as we stepped out into the night air.

My flashing was not limited to men. I often flashed women sitting in restaurants, making my exposure less obvious than with men, knowing a lot of women would get very upset seeing me showing myself. One such time, we sat across from another couple and I slowly crossed my legs to test her reaction. At first, there was no reaction but on my second leg cross, she licked her lips and shot me a slight smile over her husband’s shoulder. She then decided to do likewise to me and crossed her own, baring her white panties to me as she slowly crossed hers. After a few minutes, she excused herself to her husband and left for the ladies’ room. As she passed our booth, she whispered for me to follow her. When I walked into the ladies’ room, she opened the stall door she was behind and stepped out in just her stockings and heels. She reached out and raised my skirt and then stepped close, rubbing her bare pussy against mine and holding my buttocks. She then planted a deep, probing kiss on my lips, searching for my tongue. She stepped back in the stall after handing me a slip of paper with a phone number on it. I tucked the paper in my skirt pocket and left her to dress. I called the number later in the week and, after several meets on neutral ground, invited her and her husband to our farm for a weekend. They were grateful to be able to go nude the whole weekend. She told me she talked her husband into coming after pointing out he would see me in the nude and possibly get to see her and I together. It proved to be a very enjoyable weekend. They still stop down a few times each summer.

Flashing took place in malls and stores. It was a routine in our car as we drove the interstate highway from home to the city. Last summer, we were going to South Carolina to visit one of  the husband’s family. I went to a studio and had my body painted to look as if I was in a tee shirt top and blue shorts. The artist took special care to make it as real looking as possible. We packed up our small motor home and started south. All I was wearing was the body paint and my husband was wearing a polo top and had shorts at his feet to pull on if needed quickly. I wore only the paint until we stopped just down the street from his relative’s home. It was only then, I pulled on some shorts and a top after showering off in the camper. I have to admit it felt good to get that paint off me. It was water soluble paint and was easy to get off after sweating under it all that way. The artist had given me an ample supply of touch up to make repairs. During the trip, I had gotten out of the motorhome several times at fuel stops and nobody picked up on the fact I was actually naked. If they did, they hid their emotions. My husband and I went to several malls and restaurants in the area down there and I made sure my Yankee ass was seen by as many  Southern boys and ladies as possible. The night before we left, I waited until about three in the morning and walked completely around the block his relatives lived on, wearing only a pair of five inch heels.

After leaving South Carolina, we started home and decided to see how often we could have sex outside on the trip home. I stripped to the skin and he again had only a shirt on as we drove. At practically every rest stop and emergency pull off we saw after dark, we stopped and fucked on the parking area or in the surrounding grassy areas. We did manage to stop and fuck alongside the road in broad daylight but on busy I-95, it’s hard to find a safe place. On one such night stop at a pulloff area with a tractor trailer sitting and idling at one end. We pulled in like a tired motorists and sat there to see if the driver would get out of his truck. We got out of the motorhome and spread a blanket on the ground on the roadside of our vehicle. We then got down and fucked ourselves silly with cars driving by on their way to wherever. After we finished, we picked up the blanket and drove on. In one town near an exit, we got off and drove down the street, stopping at a school and picking a dark area of  the well groomed lawn. We got out of the motorhome and lay on the grass fucking like two high school kids.

On the way home, we ran into a heavy rainstorm and pulled off the interstate to wait it out. My husband knew one of my favorite oddities is to fuck in a rainstorm with the rains beating n our naked bodies. He drove the van slowly along a road parallel to the interstate and found a grassy area with a place to park near it. We parked the van and lay in the grass and had absolutely great sex. Every time lightning would light up the sky, our naked bodies were as visible as during bright daylight. Two cars drove by in the storm but neither one must have seen us in the heavy downpour.

Our sexual escapades were not limited to our trip south. We had sex in every conceivable place we could and on more than one occasion, we were seen doing so. The thrill of being seen having sex is almost orgasm producing in itself. Sex clubs and certain beaches or camps are havens for this conduct but the thrill isn’t as great when you expect to see sex being performed. It is about as exciting as going to adult movie theaters or drive in movies.

We used to have a drive in theater in my home town back when my hubby and I were dating. It showed XXX rated movies and there was more action in the cars than on the screen. My husband-to-be had a big van with a mattress tossed in the back. He would take us to the drive in and back the van into a place near the back. He then opened the rear doors and we could watch the show and even make one of our own. The rules of the drive in stated that we had to be dressed to go to the snack bar or restrooms. All sexual activities were limited to inside the vehicles and all were subject to ID checks for underage.

The drive in’s managers were getting more and more strict with the rules and soon began to loose business to the tapes and DVD’s now readily available. The drive in went up for sale and was bought by my husband’s brothers, who immediately changed it into a private club with membership cards and all that stuff. A membership fee of five dollars got you access to the drive in and all the privileges. You were allowed to walk all around the premises completely naked and even have sex outside as long as it didn’t bother anyone. That was a slim possibility, because we all went there to see nudity and sex, both on and off the screen. I used to work the ticket booth in complete nudity and enjoyed every moment. The only places that required anything at all were the snack bar and restrooms, which required that bottoms be worn I never understood the bathroom requirement but the snack bar was a good place to keep things covered.

There was a small stage built in front of the screen where you could live out your wildest fantasy in front of everyone. It was required that you bring your own sheets or blanket for that action. The stage was opened about an hour and a half before the main movie started and closed as the movie began. It opened briefly during intermissions, then closed for the rest of the movie. My husband and I took advantage of that stage a few times. The constant hassle from law enforcement and health department officials, along with the widespread availability of tapes and DVD’s finally caused the closing of the drive in and an American institution.

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“Ghostwriter”

Ms. Evens' good day

Cha0s123 on Erotic Novels

Chapter one
High School
High school was more like prison. No one wanted to be
there and no one could leave without an excuse. At least that’s
how it felt at Walker High School, home of the mighty “Goats.”
It was a small hick town no one has ever heard of called
Mokesville. Nothing exciting ever came from out of that town.
The most exciting thing to ever happen was when the Thompson
boys burned down the public library out on station road, because
the librarian’s daughter, Sara, wouldn’t take her clothes off in
the school bathroom for them. Needless to say the Thompson boys
got in a lot of trouble and were sent off to a boot camp for
unruly kids. Ever since then nothing even remotely exciting has
happened. Unless you count farmer Johnson claiming he got
abducted

Only Thirteen and She Knows How to 'Nasty'

francis on Erotic Poems

‘Only Thirteen, And She Knows How To Nasty’* - part 1

* Title courtesy of Frank Zappa and the Mother’s of Invention’  ‘The lords’ of  perverted lyrics -  ‘Brown Shoes Don‘t Make It’. from ‘Absolutely Free’.   Where this is one of the lyrics.  Other gems from this include:- “Going to cover that girl in chocolate syrup, and boogie till the cows come home.  

A SCHOOLGIRL CAUGHT WANKING:

I was sitting in the corner of the classroom, sat on a set of low cupboards and draws, and it was a Friday morning.  I was a student teacher, and at this early stage of the course I was doing a mixture of classroom observations and giving lesso
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ns.  I had left a well paid job as a representative for a large drugs company.  I hated the job, and was always away from home.  It did mean that before I became a student again at thirty, I at least had a flat that was paid for, enough in the bank to more than cover the years course, and having given back the company car, a newish Audi TT coupe.  It was the autumn term, and I was at a girls secondary school in a wealthy district of the town.  Most of the pupils were bright and from privileged backgrounds.   

The school had a strict uniform code: white shirts and school ties - blue and  silver-grey broad stripes with a thin colour stripe to denote the year a pupil was in - grey or navy pleated skirts or trousers; white, black or navy socks, or opaque black or navy tights; low heeled plain, black lace-ups, ‘Mary-Jane’ or loafer style shoes; and optional navy pullovers, cardigans, or blazers - with a silver-grey edging.  There was also a blue gingham shift dress option for the warmer weather.  

The class I was observing was in a temporary ‘port-a-cabin’, as the school was building an new ‘wing‘, including a theatre, so some of the classroom were closed during this building work.  To the left and front, was a group of students and the board was in front of me.  The pupils were thirteen to fourteen years old.  The lesson was a maths one, and it was the last lesson of the morning.  Some of the class were struggling to pay attention.

Doing observation required me to keep my attention on how the lesson was , and the way it was received by the students.  Near the end  the of the lesson, one of the girls - Toni - was finding it especially hard to concentrate on the lesson.  As her concentration failed, she had started swinging her legs open and closed.  It started to become a distraction to my observation whenever I needed to look at that part of the classroom.  Toni slumped down in her chair, and as she did so, I could not help but notice that as she opened her legs, I thought I could detect a brief glimpse of white cotton panties.  My eyes, like a ships lookout and a lighthouse, were attracted.  The opening and closing of her young teenage thighs, showed like the beam from the lighthouse - her white panty cover cunt, a bright light in the dark shadowed region under her short skirt.  Her grey skirt rode up even more, exposing a clear view of her panties, the material tight against her young pussy.  I was sure that I could make out a grove, as the panties were drawn into a ‘camel toe’, and a slight difference in colour as her juices were absorbed by the cotton.

One could not help notice that she was one of the more mature girls in the class, and also that her shirt was tight against her budding breasts, a delightfully firm ‘B’ cup.  Her neat, light brown shoulder length hair, was pulled back into a pony tail.  As I’m sure you can guess, I was starting to become erect.  I knew that this girl was far too young to be legal, even though she was at the point of being a woman - she was what you could call a ‘child-woman’, even if not recognised by the laws of the land, it did not stop them being horny and extremely desirable.

I was still drawn to the beacon of her white panties each time I needed to observe that part of the classroom.  Suddenly I noticed her look up and look straight at me.  Was I imagining it?  Then I found that she was leaving her legs spread open for longer; then she slid even further down in her chair, exposing even more of her crotch, and at the same time stopped closing her thighs.  I looked away - may be to quickly - and  I tried to avoid that part of the classroom.  My cock was now almost fully erect and becoming uncomfortable.  But I could not help but be drawn back to the erotic sight of Toni’s gusset; when I did, she was staring straight at me, and a smile formed on her face.  Shit, had she noticed me looking up her skirt?  Was she now deliberately showing me more of her teenaged, panty covered cunt?  Had I been that obvious?

Fortunately, the bell rang for the end of the class, and the pupils left the classroom for the lunch break.  When I left, I noticed that Toni had not gone directly into the main building, but had gone around the side.  As this was unexpected, I followed her.  I found her by the large trash bins in a relatively secluded area.  I carefully positioned myself so I could see her and hopefully, so that she could not see me.

As I did so, she lifted her skirt and pulled the now obviously damp gusset of her panties to one side, and held them so that her pussy was exposed, as was her sparsely haired pubis.  With her other index finger she ran it along the grove of her cunt and the moisture allowed it to easily slip passed her labia and she pushed in and out of the sopping wet cunt.  Another finger was pushed in along side the original one.  Her face started to contort with pleasure and her digits now concentrated on rubbing the hood of her clitoris.  Suddenly and quickly she came.  As she did so, I emerged from the corner and called her name.  She looked up and dropped her skirt, her face reddening with embarrassment.  What was I going to do now?  I thought quickly.  As a way of delaying any action I would take, I told her to see me in the form room that I shared with my teaching mentor at the end of the day.  I could see her juices coated her fingers, and I wished I could take them into my mouth and taste this young girls pussy cream.  To save both of us any more blushes I turned and headed for the main building, leaving Toni to rearrange her panties, skirt and composure.

Fortunately, Friday afternoons were a quiet time for me, so I could  consider what I was going to do.  But I could not help but see Toni’s white covered pussy and the sight of her masturbating in my mind.  Several times as I did so, I found I was getting another erection.  In between erections, I decided that I would just give the girl a stern rebuke, hoping I would be suitably convincing.  The end of the day approached and I dismissed the form I was nominally in charge of with my mentor.  I had not mentioned what I had seen and as she had a busy weekend planned, I was soon alone in the form room.


Toni knocked on the door and I called her in.  As she entered, she closed the door.  This was not what normally should happen with a teacher and lone pupil, but I was too concerned with how I  would tell her off.  Her white socks had slipped down her calves, her tie was loosened and the top button of her shirt was undone.  She looked like the naughty school girl  - one that I had caught wanking.  I was sitting at the teachers desk - a rather old fashioned styled piece of furniture, with two draw units either side of an opening with a solid back to it - all in a dark wood.  I pushed back on the castored chair and turned towards Toni, who now stood in front of me.  I told her while I could understand the new sexual desires that were becoming part of her life as she became a young woman, the school was not a place for them and whilst not being wrong, should be kept to a more suitable place - such as her bedroom.

“But Sir,” she exclaimed, “I also teased you in the classroom this morning, and I think as I was so naughty, I deserve more than just a ‘telling off’.”

I was shocked and was unsure what to do now: corporal punishment had long been banned in schools .  Toni though, took the initiative, and I was stunned when she placed her self across my lap and said that a spanking would be fit punishment for her ‘naughtiness’.  I did not know what to do!  Here was an under-aged girl flaunting her new found sexuality.  The sight before me though was erotic, and a man’s second brain took over as my cock started to become engorged.  Hormones had taken over too, and I was on auto-pilot.  I lifted the hem of her pleated grey skirt, and savoured the site of a pair of white regulation school knickers, tightly stretched over a  barely teenaged bottom.  I lifted my hand and hit alternate buttocks.  After six spanks, I wanted to see the effect, so took hold of the waistband of the panties and forcefully pulled them down the firm muscled thighs of this ‘Lolita’, until they where at her knees.  Toni let out a sigh of pleasure.

A series of hits came down on the increasingly red cheeks.  My erection pushed against the material of my chinos, and the firm nubile body over my knees.  The spanking was causing Toni to push against me and it was obvious that she was rubbing her pubis against me and was also becoming aroused.  After a further twelve slaps, I could feel her lubricating fluids soak into my cotton covered right leg.  As Toni ground her bare cunt against my thigh, her legs moved automatically in response to the spanking,  kicking up and down causing her school knickers to be forced down around her ankles, and from there to join her loafers on the floor.

Toni became more animated, and soon she was close to an orgasm.  I gentle caressed her smooth buttocks, feeling the warmth that the spanking had caused.  I could feel the warmth coming from her excited cunt and eased my hand down to touch the engorged labia, and the slick, sticky fluid that had soaked her cunt and now flowed down her thighs. As I stroked the area and her golden-brown pubic hair, my fingers were coated with her juice, as I raised them to my mouth, tasting the fresh young girls cunt fluids. She placed a clenched hand to her mouth and a muffled cry could be heard.  She went limp and slid off my knees.  She looked up at me, and squatted on her knees.

“Thank you Sir” she said, and with a grin on her face, looked at my chinos, and placed her hands on the bulge and briefly stroked it before pulling the zipper down and easing my hard cock out of it tented covering.  Holding the base and firmly rubbing the shaft up and down, she lent forward and with the tip of her tongue circled the glands of my circumcised cock.  After a few rotations of the glands, Toni dripped saliva over the tip and used her tongue to coat it.

At this point there was a knock on the door and as the door opened.  The minx playing with my cock, quickly shuffled backwards under the desk and I followed her, so she was hidden under the desk and hidden from the door way.  Mrs. Redman - the deputy-head - entered the room and asked why I had not left to start the weekend.  I told her I was just collecting some items ready to work on some lesson plans, and I should not be much longer.  With this she wished me a good weekend, while my mind reeled, both with shocked thoughts of being caught with a thirteen year old girl sucking my cock and the an image of frightful prison scenes.  Thankfully she had not noticed the knickers and loafers on the floor!

While Mrs Redman closed the door, Toni’s open mouth engulfed the top of my cock and as the speed of the pumping motion of her hand increased, she took as much of my cock into her mouth as she could, pumped on the hard flesh staff.  Having been aroused most of the afternoon with thoughts of the teasing display in the classroom, and observing Toni masturbating, it did not take long until I was feeling the tingle in my balls which signals that ejaculation is imminent.  Now we were alone again, I reached forward and held her silky haired head and forced it further onto my cock.  As I felt the back of her throat touch the head of my cock, I released five blasts of sperm into her mouth.  I pulled my penis out of her mouth and one last shot of seed hit her on the crease between her lower lip and her chin.

Toni looked up with a mischievous grin, and with the index finger of her right hand wiped the viscous white ejaculate from her face, and onto the tip of her tongue, then into her open mouth.  I could see the man fluid in her mouth, before she licked her lips and swallowed, then showed me her open mouth again, but now empty of sperm.  An ecstatic cry left her mouth and she asked if that had been good, as it was the first time she had had a cock in her mouth and felt and tasted spunk.  I told her it had been as good as any I had known, and it was a wonderful first cock sucking.

“Thank you Sir,” she said, “Is that all for now?  Though I know it won’t be the last time I’ll need to be punished and hopefully a fucking too.”

“Yes, that’s all for now, you dirty little bitch,” I replied, still shocked from the events of the day, and not being caught by the deputy head.  Toni then stood up - picking up the knickers - and kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear to meet her, in my car near the entrance of a nearby park tomorrow at 10 am.  Before I could reply, Toni had  placed her panties in my shirt pocket, slipped on her shoes, then skipped out of the room.  I was left to tuck myself away and zip up.

What would happen tomorrow?  What had the dirty little minx planned for me?  I left for home and to take pleasure in the damp, cunt perfumed girls panties till then.


Continued in Part 2:  ‘Toni in the Motel’