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Dream Land

IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve had this dream several times and now find, once in a while, the dream invading my daytime thoughts. I wonder if hubby has any idea of why I suddenly descend upon him in the middle of the night. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m led naked into a room. The blindfold they have on me is secure but not tight. I can still see a little from out underneath the bottom of the blindfold.

The room IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve entered is circular in shape, with many panels forming the sides. I can see the floor is carpeted in a soft rose color. Matching throw pillows are scattered about the floor. Even the lighting seems to be soft red tint. I am guided toward the middle of the room, dodging the throw pillows. Near one of the larger pillows I feel a hand on my shoulder, and then pressure.

I submit and slowly knee

l down on the throw pillow. An unknown voice tells me to get comfortable and I maneuver myself so that I am kneeling on the pillow. Hands suddenly begin touching me, caressing my skin. At first I can count the number of hands caressing me, but then they seem to increase and all melt together. My skin tingles with a ripples of sensations.

If I concentrate I am able to discern one sense of touch from the others. Fingers comb through my hair. A finger traces along my cheek and then explores my lips. I part my lips and it slides inside my mouth making me groan. Hands and fingers explore my shoulders, my back.

Other hands travel up and down my skin, down to my ass, sliding between my cheeks and underneath to the wetness between my legs. I gasp in response. My nipples are hard and I can feel them being rolled underneath a palm. Someone lightly tweaks my left nipple and streak of sensation shoots through me. I ache for someone to take them between their lips but no one does. As suddenly as it started, the touching stops. I can still sense them around me, but no longer touching me.

I am left with a sensation of longing. A different unknown voice whispers they will leave my hands unbound, but only if I touch only myself and make no effort to touch them. I can feel the warmth of body heat directly in front of me. Something velvety, and then wet, touches my cheek. It is a familiar touch. It lightly traces up along my cheek, over the bridge over my nose and then down along the other cheek. With sudden need I turn my head toward it, my lips parting.

A hand firmly grips the top of my head and turns me so that I am again facing forward. Not a word was spoken but the message is clear. The light tracing continues slowly and sensually. I can feel small wet trails along my cheeks, my jaw, even under my chin. The ache I felt earlier of wanting my nipples suckled, has now turned into a need to suckle. With relief the tracing travels toward the center of my face, and I suddenly find my slightly parted lips being touched.

Slowly it traces along my upper lip, and then reverses along my bottom lip. The need to open my mouth and taste is overwhelming, but I know not to be even slightly aggressive. The best I am able to enjoy is a quick lick of my lips when contact is broken for a moment. My tongue recognizes the sensation, the slick wetness, coating my lips as my cheeks earlier recognized the velvety skin.

My right hand drops into my lap, quickly searching between my legs. My fingers are not surprised by what they find. My clit leaps with a tingle as my index finger rubs it in a circular motion. Only a quick touch of my clit, and then my middle finger slides easily into my wetness. The tracing sensation along my lips stops and pressure is felt between them. My lips part obediently and a perverse pleasure overwhelms me as it slides inside. Mmmmmm, yessssss, cock.

My lips instinctively lock behind the ridge as the head fully enters my mouth, not wanting it to escape now that it is where I want it. My tongue briefly explores, discovering little, yet pronounced, bumps lining the ridge of his cock. His cockhead is swollen until the skin is stretched very tight, velvety yet hard. A hand firmly grips the top of my head, limiting my movement.

Then his cock slowly pushes deeper inside and begins to slide in an out. My cheeks hollow as I suck lightly. My tongue explores rapidly, but taking the time to swirl around his cockhead at the end of each out-stroke. A familiar slickness begins to coat my tongue and I moan again. My middle finger slides out of my wetness. Joining my index finger, they trap my swollen clit between them. My fingers begin massaging my trapped clit as they move in a rhythmic circle.

I moan at the pleasure my fingers are creating. I briefly wonder who is in the room. My mind briefly escapes my body and I look down upon myself. Blindfolded, naked, a handful of men are watching as one man slides his cock in and out of my mouth, his hand still controlling my head. Do they see the enrapture I see upon my face? I feel deliciously helpless and controlled as he increases the speed of the thrusts of his cock into my mouth.

I can hear his breathing becoming ragged. My fingers match his pace as they continue to massage my clit in a circular motion. He begins going faster and faster, becoming slightly more aggressive, but knowing to stop just short of obstructing. I hear him groan, then myself. Then Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ erotic warmth floods my mouth. My senses are on overload as his taste and smell arouse me. Hungrily I swallow what is in my mouth, and I am not disappointed as his cock throbs and floods my mouth again. I hear moans from others around us, watching us. Are they just watching?

Are they stroking? Are they waiting? Do they know how much I am enjoying, that my mouth is awash with his slickness. And as I swallow again, it is too much and my fingers carry my body over the edge. I nurse hungrily on his cock, drawing out the last bits of his nectar.

His cock slides out of my mouth as I stay on my knees. My lips are parted as my middle finger again slides into the middle of my orgasm. My breathing is jagged; my body racked by small spastic convulsions as his taste and texture still permeates my mouth. Even as I slowly recover, I again feeling a sensation along my lips, followed by slight pressure. Ohgodyes Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ as my fingers return to my clit and another cock slides inside my mouth. Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ and as I wake, my last dreamlike thought Ã¢â‚¬Â¦ how many hands did I feel?

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The Plant Under The Piano

SXCamaro 5278 days ago on Other Stories

The Plant Under The Piano
By: SXCamaro

Mary was a young girl with brown hair and blue eyes and, she lived in a nice home in a suburb. She had once had a loving mother and father but, they died tragically when she was still in high school. They had assigned her aunt to be her guardian and take over the estate. Mary’s aunt was a cruel woman and forced her to work endless hours on chores and abused her in everyway imaginable. The one thing Mary had to look forward to every night was playing her beloved grand piano. It was a Steinway made of mahogany that her great grandfather had built specifically for her grandmother. She laboriously practiced on it day and night with hopes of becoming a professional pianist.

After Mary turned eighteen and

graduated, her aunt threw her out of the house and told her to never come back.

“You are quite worthless I must say. Playing that piano foolishly. That old piece of timber can’t even be worth money. It has been played so much the keys are worn and the wood is chipped.” She told Mary with an a righteous tone.

“Please, I have nowhere to go you can’t kick me out. I have dreams of playing with a world renowned orchestra. All I ever wanted to do was play music.” She said desperately.

“No professional orchestra would ever hire a worthless little brat like you. You are a horrible little girl and not even your parents wanted you. They told me to toss you out on the street because you were a disappointment. I, acting out of kindness, let you stay here till you were old enough to be on your own. Now I see how truly wretched you are.”

“Please, I have nowhere to go. I know my parents loved me and willed me something.” She said.

“The only thing left to you in the will was that loathsome piano. Mary, I will have my servants dump that tattered relic on the curb in an hour and if you don’t remove it before sunset it will be burnt. If you ever darken my doorstep again I will have you arrested for trespassing.”

With tears in her eyes Mary thanked her aunt for giving her the piano and left.

Over the next few months Mary worked endless hours at a local diner trying to scrape together money to live. She had managed to talk her boss into selling her a shack he had owned next on the other side of the town. It was a mess of a place. The roof and walls were sagging and the fire place was the only means of heat. The only thing it had going for it was the strong floor and the large amount of room. Mary was able to fit her grandmother’s piano into the room and that was all she really cared about. She would work fifteen hours a day serving rude disgusting people counting the hours till she could play her piano.

One particular day, Mary met a man who was intrigued by her stories becoming a pianist.

“So, you are telling me that you want to be a professional pianist and play with an orchestra. That’s a big dream. Not too many people have the talent for that. It sounds to me like you need a stepping stone. I happen to own a concert hall in New York. An orchestra practices there and they are always looking for talent. They are holding an open audition for seats Tuesday and if you’re as good as you say I bet you could get one of those seats.” He told Mary.

“What am I going to do about money though? I’m barely living now. That’s three days from today, I don’t know if I‘ll be ready.“ The very thought of not reaching her goal saddened her.

“Listen to me kid. Do you want to spend the rest of your life here wondering what could have happened if you had taken a chance? You need to quit this place and go take your place in that orchestra. Don’t worry about the money, just go home and practice and make sure you nail the audition.” He told Mary encouragingly.

“I…I..Okay. I’ll do it.” She felt an immediate joyous feeling. She quit her job threw her apron in her boss’s face and walked out to start a new chapter of her life. She felt overwhelmed with joy. She could finally do something she liked and not be forced to work endless hours in the dinner trying to make ends meet. She decided to rush home and start practicing now.

She entered her house enthusiastic about something for the first time in months. She sat down at the piano and began playing whatever she could think of. She sat and recalled all her favorite sheet music from when she was a little girl and played them with a giant smile on her face. After warming up to these tunes she brought out an old folder of sheet music. Mostly classical compositions with a few show tunes.

“Okay lets see. I think I will start with some Beethoven.” She placed the music on her stand and began playing. She started off well but had trouble finding the keys.

“Come on Mary, you’ve played this a thousand times! Okay lets try it again.” She took a deep breath and began playing again. She played the first five bars well but started losing her composure as she went. She just could not hit the right notes. She felt tears well up in her eyes but refused to give up.

“I’m going to play this song until I get it right. I’ll stay up all night if that’s what it takes.”

Mary put head down on the piano. She felt utterly defeated. She had stayed up all night practicing and had made little progress. She could play roughly half of a song and felt exhausted. She had mastered the song as a child and played it at her first recital.

“Maybe I’ve just lost my touch on things. I used to be able to play any music placed in front of me. What happened to me? Maybe my aunt was right, I wasted my time pursuing useless things.” She slumped down and set her head down on the keys. She decided to go to bed and try again tomorrow. As stood up from the bench, something tickled her foot. Startled at first she looked under the piano. She squinted but made out the figure of a plant in a pot.

“How on Earth did a plant get down there?” She thought. She then remembered all the garbage that had cluttered the house and thought it possible she might have overlooked something.

“Oh well, I’ll just stick you somewhere outside for now.” She reached down and pulled upon the pot. The plant did not budge. She tried again pulling even harder. Still the plant seemed to way thousands of pounds. She tried once more pulling with all her might. The plant remained unmoved from its spot.

“God, it feels like you were bolted to the floor. Well, I don’t have the energy to move you right now nor do I care. If you want to stay under there, then you can.” She stood up and went to bed thinking of how to improve her performance tomorrow.

The next day Mary sat down at her piano and resumed playing sheet music. She began playing her thought maybe another song would bring her luck. She picked out something she had played before and placed it before her. The first bar went normally and then she struck wrong key after wrong key. She tried again and again to correct the mistake but, only seemed to be getting worse.

“Is it possible that I could be getting worse? What is going on around here? I give up!” She began crying she had quit her job and was pursuing a career in which she no longer had talent.

“If only I could play my favorite songs again. I don’t even need the music to them. They are permanently etched into my brain. Sigh. I need to just settle down. I started off on the wrong note.” She giggled to herself thinking of the pun she had made.

“Alright, lets go back to songs I like and remember maybe if I warm up with those for awhile I’ll get some cheer and hopefully talent back.” She launched into every childhood song she could think of. She put her head up and closed her eyes letting her fingers glide across the keyboard almost without direction. She felt so wonderful she completely lost track of time and her senses. As she stopped she felt complete and happy about everything. She thought of trying a classical piece again and reached for one when she felt a hunger pain.

“Oh. What am I going to do for food now? I have maybe ten dollars and I’ll need that to take the bus to the concert hall. I can’t show up to the audition starving to death either, that will defiantly affect my performance.” As she pondered her options she felt something brush against her knees. She looked under the piano and was startled. The plant she saw the night before was at least twenty times as big as it had been. It also now had the most luscious and full looking fruit hanging from it that she had ever seen. She was so shocked had she really misjudged the size? She had been pretty tired and the room had been dim so she decided that the lack of sleep had fooled her eyes.

“Well don’t you look big and strong. You certainly have lots of fruit too. Would you mind terribly if I picked some of your fruit?” She said giggling at the thought of talking to a plant. She plucked five pieces of gold and red fruit off the plant and set them on the piano.

“What kind of fruit is this?” She thought. “They resemble peaches but, they are the size of grape fruit. Maybe I’ll try a bite and see how it is.” She took a bite of the fruit and felt overwhelmed with the taste. The fruit tasted sweet and had a soft flesh. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted and it had just a hint of tartness to the skin. She immediately thought about the possibility of the fruit being poisonous.

“What would I do? Well that will make a headline for the papers. Ex-waitress turned pianist dies from eating poison fruit she found growing in her home.” She somehow knew that the fruit was safe. She also had memories from high school Biology where her professor told the class that

“In nature ninety-seven percent of poisons are sour. Sweet is the taste most likely to be non-poisonous. This is why the human has a ‘sweet tooth’” She vividly recalled the lecture.

After finishing one of the delicious, possibly deadly fruit she went about playing a classical piece. She deicded to go back to the one she had attempted earlier. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and played. She made it through half of the song without messing up a single note. She felt excited she was improving slowly but surely. She tried again and made it not quite as far and put it off as nerves. She tried once more and barely made it seven bars in. She didn’t understand she was doing so well and then she fell apart. She reached for another piece of fruit and took a bite and began playing. Almost without effort she made it half way through again. She swallowed her mouthful and took another and kept playing she made it all the way through the song.

“Wow that was weird. Maybe I just need to fill up my stomach so I can concentrate.” She thought. She ate the rest of the fruit and played the piano effortlessly. Gliding smoothly through the piece like she had when she was a child. She must have played it through five times when she started messing up again. She was beginning to feel hungry but she pressed on. Soon she was back to being unable to play a sinlge bar of music.

“Alright, snack break to fill up my stomach.” She took a piece of fruit and bit into it and began playing. Once again she played through the song with almost no problem. She stopped feeling confused momentarily.

“I couldn’t play this song then I ate the fruit and I could. Then I slowly digressed and ate more fruit and now I can play again. Oh, my gosh I know what it is. This fruit is magic fruit! That is the only possible answer it makes people able to play the piano. Wow I could use this fruit to get me a place in that orchestra.” She thought of the feeling of being on stage with a professional group and playing for a sold out auditorium. She eyed the fruit and quickly gobbled down the remaining pieces and began playing the piano. She made it through every single song in her collection and felt extremely joyful with her new magic plant. She decided she had practiced enough for one day and she would get a good night sleep so she would be well rested for her last day of practice. As she slept the plant under the piano began growing. It had been slowly storing the energy from the sound waves and making them into nutrients. It expanded its leaves around the piano and grew more fruit and spread its ways across the walls.

The next morning Mary woke up and anxiously walked to her piano to begin practicing. She was astonished when she saw half of her room had now been covered in the plant. The leaves and vines wrapped almost entirely around the piano and stretched out over the bench. She noticed however that their must have been fifty pieces of fruit hanging from various parts of the plant.

“Well my little beauty it seems that you have taken over my piano and my house. Good thing you made more fruit, I’m going to be needing it and you to keep me going.”

She set about picking all the fruit. She filled the area next to her bench with as many pieces as she could fit. She decided that the more fruit she ate now, the longer they would last her. She ate about twenty pieces and felt stuffed and nearly vomited. She knew though that she would have enough fruit to play for hours now. She set about playing the classical pieces and quickly flew through them. She played her entire collection and was setting up to play them again when she felt something push up against her legs. She looked and saw nothing. She continued brushing off the incident completely. She had gone about five bars in when again she felt something poke her and this time it hurt. She looked down and saw a thorn in her skin. She felt a little bit enraged that her new magic plant was hurting her.

“ I don’t understand it. You give me fruit to play better and then you poke me. Why am I talking to a plant? Its not like you understand what I’m saying.” She took a piece of fruit and bit into it thinking for a bit.

“Play…. Happy…..Carefree….” came a quiet almost inaudible sound from the room.

“What the heck was that?” Mary felt a bit frightened. Had the room just talked to her? She felt confused and afraid. She looked around and decided she must be going crazy from being locked up in an old house alone eating fruit off a strange bush. She decided it was worth a try she finished her piece of fruit and fixed her posture and began playing her childhood songs.

She closed her eyes and went through them song by song . She felt the melody and let the music flow through her and into the piano. She even added new songs. She put in all the songs that she had first learned to play with. She hadn’t played Chopstick or Mary Had a Little Lamb since she was seven. She turned her head up higher and felt this electrifying feeling. She remember her mother teaching her when she was little and how she had to have her press the keys at the end because she couldn’t reach them. The room had this feeling to it that inspired her. She knew it was silly but, she felt as if the room were alive. Everything around her seemed to be growing and adding to her ability. She played for what seemed like eternity and finally stopped. Mary leaned her head back and let out a breath.

“Wow that was the most fulfilling session I’ve ever played. I don’t think I could get any better. She stretched and turned her head back to the piano.” Thinking of how much fuller the room looked now.

“HOLY Geeze!” She yelled. In front of her was a gigantic Pink and white flower with a dark red center that resembled lips. It appeared to be a foot wide and was directly in front of her head. The red center opened like a pair of lips and began speaking to her.

“Hello sweet little girl. My you certainly do play the piano well. You play so well you made me grow big enough to fill the entire room.” The plant said smoothly.

“This cannot be happening. I’m not listening to a plant talk to me about my piano. I think that fruit might have been bad. Oh god what is happening.” She said seeming nervous and worried.

“Oh baby, don’t be so stressed. Those beautiful hands of yours make music that I have never heard. I need you to play so more for me so please grace me with some more of your genius.” The plant replied smoother than before.

“How can you possibly be talking? Why did you grow here? Who are you?” She questioned.
“Mary baby, don’t you be worrying about things like that. I came here to help you. I’m a magic plant that gives people power. I simply grow and my fruit helps enhance the powers of those who eat it. I came here after I heard you playing those cheerful keys. I just want to help you get that spot on the orchestra. I figured I’d come and help you regain your composure with a little help. Now, play me some more of those sweet tunes baby.” The plant said in a suave tone.

“Well I…I..don’t know about this. I want that seat on the orchestra and everything.” She stopped and thought momentarily about everything. The fruit would give her a definite edge in the competition. As long as she had it she could play anything they asked her. She decided to give the plant what it wanted.

“Okay Mr. Plant. I’ll play some happy songs for you and make you grow some more so I can have a nice supply of them to keep my belly full.” She said cheerfully.

“Alright baby, play me something good. I plan to make you all the fruit you could ever want. I don’t know if you’ll be needing it though.” The plant replied back in a cool laid back voice.

Mary began playing her favorite song and breezed through it. She thought of the fruit that she would be getting and how luscious and delicious it tasted. She played for a long time and slowed down. She felt fatigued. She had been playing all day and it was late.

“Okay Mr. Plant how was that?” She asked.

“The only thing sweeter than the fruit on my leaves is the music that you make. Play me some more baby I want to get even bigger.”

“You are pretty big now. You must be three times the size of the first time I spoke to you. Lets see and you grew some fruit too, mmm it looks to be about twenty. That’s a good number to get me through audition. “

“Baby you aren’t going to have to worry about auditions, I’m going to take care of you.” Said the plant.

“Well that’s awful sweet of you but, I need to get some rest even if I have your fruit I need to be rested I’m exhausted right now.” She said with a yawn. She proceeded to get up only to find herself pulled back down.

“What the….?” She looked down at her arms and legs. Vines had wrapped themselves around her and were forcing her to sit. She had vines around her entire body, they restricted the movement of everything but her hands. She looked at the flower and the red lips began to say.

“Baby we can’t have you going anywhere. I need you to play for me. I need to grow big and strong so I can give you what you need.” The plant said with a little hint of annoyance in its voice.

“I’m tired though. If I stay like this I won’t be able to play at all. I need to get my rest. Please let me go to bed.” She pleaded,

“Alright baby, I want to hear one more song before I let you go and we finish for tonight.”

“Um okay. What would you like to hear?” She said.

“Well I haven’t had anything for awhile to fill me up. How about you play me some dinner music?” The plant said.

Mary’s face dropped as she realized what was going to happen to her. The flower stretched and the red lips opened extremely wide. Mary began to play some French song she knew as tears spilled down her face. She desperately forced against the vines but they still restricted her movement. Outside the house music could be heard as the night wore on. Suddenly, the music stopped. A few random keys were hit sharply in a struggle followed by a brief slurp and then silence filled the night.

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Cyber Become Reality Pt. 2

CocoaSmoothie 5278 days ago on Sex Stories

As she lay there in Jonathan's arms sleeping peacefully, Jonathan looked down at her face his eyes zeroing in on her pouty lips. He wanted to taste those lips again so he leaned over and lightly brushed his tongue across her bottom lip. She shifted her head away and rolled onto her back. Jonathan smiled at the full frontal view he had of her thick, luscious body. Her heavy breasts having shifted towards the sides of her body due to gravity moved up and down with the even rhythm of her breathing. He loved her nipples. They were dark but not too dark and when they hardened in passion they were like little pebbles. Jonathan's gaze traveled down the length of her body. Her stomach wasn't flat and had stretch marks but that didn't stop Jonathan from wanting to run his hand across her stomach

. He placed his hand on her stomach and enjoyed the feel of the stretch marks under his hand. His hand moved slowly down between her legs. She instinctively opened her legs wider and Jonathan was able to stroke her pussy folds as he looked at her face, willing her to wake up.

She opened her eyes and smiled at Jonathan enjoying the feel of his hand between her thighs. She wanted to feel him inside of her again but first she wanted to taste him. She rolled Jonathan over and straddled him. She could feel his hard cock throbbing against her still moist pussy. She began to kiss Jonathan on the neck just behind the ear. Jonathan released a gentle sigh. Slowly, taking her time she moved down Jonathan's body kissing and nibbling until she got to the prize that she wanted. She braced her arms on either side of Jonathan as she knelt on the bed between his legs. His cock was fully hard and she knew that it was screaming at her to just kiss it. She leaned over and gently kissed the tip. Jonathan's cock jumped at the touch and she smiled. She rained gentle kisses up and down the shaft of Jonathan's cock enjoying the sounds of pleasure escaping from Jonathan's lips.

She nudged Jonathan's cock into an upright position with her mouth and took him in all the way to the back of her throat. Jonathan groaned excitedly at the swift and smooth way she took him in. He looked down at her head and loved the contrast of her brown skin against his lighter wheat colored skin. He'd been with Black women before but this one was blowing his mind. No, she wasn't the most beautiful woman, but the way she looked up at him as she sucked on his cock made him want to drown in those deep chocolate brown eyes of hers. In Jonathan's mind, she was the cutest, sexiest woman he'd ever had the pleasure of being with. Jonathan braced himself up on his elbows so that he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. She began to play with the spit that had worked up on Jonathan's cock and Jonathan could feel himself about to explode at the sight of the spit trailing from her mouth to his cock. He didn't want it to be over yet, so he stopped her and pulled her up to him. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his back as he sat in the middle of the bed. He kissed her passionately wanting to express to her the only way he knew how, how she had just made him feel.

She began to grind on his cock allowing Jonathan to feel her juices mix with her spit and Jonathan swiftly rolled her over onto her knees. He knelt behind her and looked at her nice, thick ass facing him in the air. She had some junk in the trunk and Jonathan couldn't help but give one of her butt cheeks a light swat. She giggled at his playfulness. Finally, Jonathan reached over the side of the bed to find his pants and rummaged around in his pants pocket and found what he was looking for. He sheathed his rock hard cock with the condom and slowly entered her juicy waiting pussy from behind. Gawd!! She was tight. Her pussy felt as if it had a vice grip on his cock and it was hard for Jonathan not to just lose all sanity and explode right then and there. He didn't want the sensation to end and he wanted her to really enjoy herself. He gently shoved her down onto the bed and lay on her back so that he could whisper in her ear as he gently pumped his cock into her pussy. He whispered how good she felt and how he never wanted to stop. He whispered how incredibly sexy she was to him. He whispered that he would make her feel things she never felt before.

Never having had a man communicate with her during sex, drove her wild. She immediately came and Jonathan couldn't believe how wet she had gotten from just a few words and some well placed strokes. She gripped the sheets and began to buck up against Jonathan wanting to take him in as deep as he could go. Jonathan wasn't ready to cum yet and he knew if he continued to allow her to buck up against him with her tight, wet, and now throbbing pussy, he wouldn't be able to resist. He pulled out and she groaned in dissatisfaction. He smiled down at her and rolled her over. He looked down into her passion filled eyes and knew at that moment that he would make love to this woman whenever and wherever. He was hooked!

He put her legs up on his shoulders marveling at how limber she was to be such a healthy woman. He rubbed his hands down her thick thighs as she reached down, gripped his cock and placed him back inside of her looking into his eyes the whole time. He slipped in easily and she grabbed his ass and silently pleaded for him to continue to give her the pleasure she never knew she could feel. He leaned down on top of her as she raised her legs back and opened herself up wide to him. He sank into the passion and began to thrust his cock into her in long, hard strokes. She scratched his back and demanded he fuck her harder. He complied. She pleaded that he fuck her even harder and faster. Jonathan began pumping his dick into her pussy with everything he had. They were flying as they both exploded simultaneously, violently shaking with the intensity of their orgasms. As they came back down to earth, they looked into each others eyes and smiled a smile to each other that just confirmed their new discreet relationship.

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Giving In. CH1

erikawest90 5278 days ago on Cheating Stories

I pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. No one would hear us here; the music outside was too loud. I walked over and sat on the bench beside the sink.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“James, we need to talkÃ¢â‚¬Â I sighed. He had been hitting on me all night; calling me pretty, hugging me and mentioning how he wants to bite my neck. It was a bit overwhelming and even others were starting to comment about it. I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have minded the attention if I was single. But I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, and what made it worse was that my boyfriend wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even at the party tonight. James moved towards me and stood in front of me. He pushed my knees apart so he was standing in between my legs, looking me square in the eye.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yes?Ã¢â‚¬Â he answered, placing my hair behind my ear, exposing the rig

ht side of my neck.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Listen. You know I have a boyfriend. It would be different if I was single. I just canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t, no, I wonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t do thi-Ã¢â‚¬Å“ I halted mid word, as he reached down and softly bit the naked skin of my neck. It was so gentle, I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t help but sigh. I snapped out of it, shook my head and gently pushed him away from me. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t let my body give in. I had to show some form of self control. My boyfriend means the world to me. We donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have the best relationship; but I have to stay loyal. Oh how much I just wanted to give in...
Ã¢â‚¬Å“God, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re beautiful.Ã¢â‚¬Â He responded, smiling slyly. He began to move towards me again. I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t part my knees to grant him access again, so he leant forward instead. He kissed my forehead, then the corner of my mouth. I wanted to say no. I wanted to push him off me. I wanted to run home and hide in my bed until the feelings wore off. But I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t. I was getting all hot, my heart was beating faster. I wanted James more and more every second of the night.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â I whispered; my only means of defence.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shhh....Ã¢â‚¬Â he replied, placing a finger over my lips. He kept it there while he moved his lips to my neck once more. He bit it again, this time a little harder; still not painful. My knees parted as I gave in, and he was standing between them once more. He replaced his finger with his lips, kissing me. I kissed back, unaware of what I was doing. As we kissed he got one of his fingers and started at my cheek, tracing down my face slowly. He continued down my neck and to my chest, [I was wearing a low cut top]. He slowly and softly traced around my cleavage, again and again. That raised my heartbeat even more, and our kiss became more passionate. He then grasped my right breast, over my top, squeezing it firmly. I felt my nipples hardening in anticipation. I moaned in his mouth, causing him to break the kiss.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“I knew you wanted itÃ¢â‚¬Â he winked, laughing at my shocked expression.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head backwards, leaning against the mirror on the wall behind me, trying to think through what just happened. I felt his hands at my breasts again, softly squeezing them. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t react at all; I was too busy hating myself. Then he brought his hands down my chest, down my stomach, and he stopped at the bottom of my shirt. He started to lift my shirt up my body, and I sat up willingly so he could get it all the way off. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Good girlÃ¢â‚¬Â he cooed. I kept my eyes closed the entire time.
This left me in my black and red lacy bra, denim skirt, underwear and heels. He reached behind me and undid my bra, sliding it off me slowly, exposing my breasts; hard nipples and all.

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I was young and met up with another girl

usafslut1 5278 days ago on Teen Stories

When I was younger I use to ride my bike if I wasn’t hitchhiking. One day I was riding and had to pee really bad. I finally realized I wasn’t going to get home in time so I pulled off the road. Now being a girl, peeing in the woods is not as easy as being a boy.

Anyway I was near an area that I had heard people go “parking” at night, but was dead during the day. There was one car in the pull over area, but it was empty. I pulled my bike off the road and went into the woods. I found a little bit of a clearing and took off my shorts and panties and squatted down. As I was peeing I heard noise coming from the side of me. I wanted to stop but there was no way I could. The noise didn’t seem to be getting any c

loser and I started to relax. I finished what I was doing and with shorts and panties still in my hand I walked to see what was making the noise. As I cleared a big tree I saw two other kids on a blanket, naked. I quickly stepped back and then peeked again. At this point in my life I had made out with boys but had never done anything but kiss and been felt up over my top. Here I was looking at a guy and girl that looked a couple of years older than me. They were kissing and the boy was on top of the girl, but I could see one of her boobs and I saw his butt and even his balls. It was my first time seeing a boy naked.

Suddenly the boy rolled over on the blanket and his dick was in full view. It was standing there pointing straight up to the sky. It was bigger than I imagined a dick would be, but I had never seen one hard. The girl then slid down and took the guy into her mouth. I could see her patch of hair and she had a lot more than me, but then I am blonde and she had dark hair. She shifted around and was then on her knees blocking me from watching her suck on him. What I was looking at was her butt and pussy. This was the first time I got interested in playing with other girls, for some reason I found myself really turned on looking at her. Then I saw a hand (it had to be hers) come up between her legs and rub her butt and pussy. I couldn’t see that close but my bet is that a finger or two was inside her. I had been masturbating for about a year, so this was cool to watch another girl doing it.

I also thought, “hey if she can do it so can I” and I ran my hand down to between my legs and started rubbing myself. I then let a finger find it’s way inside and I was in heaven – finger myself and watching another girl doing the same.

A few minutes later the couple was moving and the girl stood up. Her back was to me and I could now see the guy again, his dick was still pointing straight up into the air, but even from where I was I could see it was wet as the sun was sparkling off the shaft, from the girl’s spit. I couldn’t believe what I saw next. The girl stood over the guy and then lowered her pussy onto the guy and she started to ride him. I had never heard of fucking in any other way but the guy on top. I watched them and really started to finger myself hard. The girl bent over more and I figured they must be kissing. I then saw a hand appear on the girls butt. I couldn’t tell whose it was but then I saw a finger start to play with her butt hole.

“Gross” I remember thinking, but then watched in amazement as it entered her hole. A moment later she was moving much faster on top of him, obviously she liked it. I slid my pointer finger along my butthole as I was fingering with my middle finger and I couldn’t believe how good it made me feel. No one had ever told me about anal sex. I kept fingering my self and pushed on my pointer finger and couldn’t believe how easy it went into my butt a little. The moment I did this I started to cum, I turned and leaned my back to the tree- the heck with the other kids- I had a body shaking climax. When done, I looked at the kids, the guy was now on top and I figured I better get out of there. I wanted to get home and try to finger my butt deeper…

THE NEXT DAY:

The next day, I couldn’t wait for work to get over. I rode my bike up the same street and pulled into the “parking area” I had stopped at the day before. Sure enough the same car was parked all alone in the lot, and again it was empty. I could feel myself getting excited before I even got off my bike.

I walked around the woods till I got to the tree I had been hiding behind the day before. I looked around the tree and saw the blanket and then something strange. Only the girl was on the blanket- she was naked, so I quickly pulled back behind the tree and looked all around to make sure the guy wasn’t in the woods peeing or anything and would catch me. I didn’t see him so I moved off the path I was near, incase he was late or something and would be walking in the way I had.

I found a big tree and looked around it. The girl was naked with her knees up in the air and she was rubbing herself. I had gone a little too far and my sight line was not centered between her legs. I could see the girl much better today. She was definitely 2 or maybe 3 years older than me, she had bigger boobs than I thought and they were kind of fat, but she wasn’t. She was pretty with dark hair. I could see her hand moving back and with her arm along her stomach. She then shifted and dropped the knee that was blocking my view and then I noticed it wasn’t just her arm on her stomach, there was a long white rubber thing there too.

She then lifted the thing and started to push it in and out her. I almost laughed when I got a better look. From where I was it looked like a dick with the head of it on the top by her hand.

The whole scene was getting me turned on, as it had just a day before when she was getting laid. I ducked behind the big tree and took my shorts and panties off. My panties were already wet and I put them and my shorts on a small tree branch. I turned to watch the girl and to my surprise she was gone. I looked around and could not see her. I moved to look from the other side of the tree and jumped when I saw her about a foot in front of me. “Having fun?” she asked. I couldn’t find my voice- I wanted to run but my legs were locked. “I was hoping you would come back today” she continued. “You-u-u saw m-m-e yesterday?” I stuttered. “I sure did, but don’t worry I didn’t rat you out to my boyfriend, I rather enjoyed knowing we were being watched.” She said.

I started to relax and as I did my eyes focused on the girl in front of me. Her tits were really big and hanging there (mine where smaller and held their shape). My eyes wondered further down and she was still stroking this rubber looking dick between her legs, the thing was still inside her pussy. “You like my toy?” she asked. I just stood there staring at what she was doing.

She continued “It’s called a dildo in case you didn’t know. This one is 14” and has a dick head at both ends… do you like it?” I just nodded.

She said “come with me” and we headed toward the blanket. She looked at me and asked “are you submissive?” I didn’t know what that meant so I answered “I don’t know, I am a virgin.” She laughed for some reason.

We got to the blanket and she lay down on her back with her knees in the air and her legs spread. She told me to pull the dildo out of her and I did. I couldn’t believe how long it was. The end that had been inside her was wet and creamy. I looked down to her pussy and the hole seemed huge for a moment and then closed up. She asked “have you ever eaten another girl’s pussy?” I shook my head, no.

She told me “put your head between my legs and lick my pussy from the bottom to the top.” Even though shocked at her request I did what I was told. “Now again; but try to drive your tongue inside me as you move up, and then down.” I did- I was licking my first pussy. She kept giving me instructions, but I felt like she was getting frustrated with me.

She finally said “I have an idea. Why don’t I lick you and you will see how I like it, OK?” I said “sure” she instructed me how to reinsert the dildo inside her pussy. As I was slowly pushing it back in she let out a loud moan.

She then had me get on my back and part my legs. She started to eat me and I was in haven. I had fingered myself and I had let another girl do it me and visa versa, but I never felt anything like this.

She was not only licking me – she was sucking on my labia and clit. I noticed that I was involuntarily lifting my butt off the blanket to take her deeper. I then felt her thumb on my butt hole and then she pushed it inside me. I was so glad I had fingered my butt the night before, as her thumb didn’t hurt- it actually increased the pleasure I was experiencing.

I felt at the verge of my climax and suddenly the girl stopped. She backed away and I lowered my butt to the blanket- I was breathing heavily and wanted so much for her to continue, but I didn’t ask. She said “do you see how to eat a girl now?” I told her “yes” though I more like panted it out.

She was still positioned between my legs and took the rubber dick in her hand (that was still inside her) and took the free end and smacked it down on my labia, she did it a few times and asked me if I liked the feeling. I told her I did. Actually at that point you could have punched me in the pussy and I probably would have said do it again, just for the contact- I wanted to cum sooo bad. She continued the smacking of my pussy and I spread my legs as far as they would go. She saw me do that and started to rub the dick up and down the inside of my labia—I could hear myself moaning out loud.

She positioned the head in the middle of my pussy and pushed the head inside me. I thought I was going to explode right then. I had put 3 of my fingers inside me a few times, but just till I hit my hymen, but moving them around got me off big time. She started moving the head back and forth and I closed me eyes in anticipation of cumming. She stopped moving the dick and I opened my eyes.

She had a big smile on her face. “Feels good huh? Have you ever kissed another girl?” I told her “yes it feels great, and no I have never kissed another girl.” At that she started to lean forward to kiss me. She kissed one of my rock hard nipples and then the other and then moved to my mouth.

Her body had obviously shifted and she was on top of me. I could feel her boobs on top of mine and the rubber dick still inside of me, and I was a little uncomfortable with the pressure it might be putting on my cherry. She reached my mouth and kissed my lips, she then opened her mouth and we started to French, and without any warning she pushed down hard on the rubber dick.

Pain shot through my body as my hymen tore from its home. My eyes popped wide open and I tried to move my head away from her kiss. But she applied more pressure on my lips. She had locked her hips between my legs and hadn’t moved since she dropped her body onto mine.

As quickly as the pain had started, it seemed to go away. I started to relax and I think the girl felt it. She backed her kiss off and started to kiss the outsides of my lips. She then pulled away and looked me in the eyes. She said “I am sure you never thought you would loose it this way, but you will thank me a hundred of times over, now that you will have access to your entire pussy to play with.”

I don’t remember what I was thinking but I know that tears were filling my eyes. She moved away from my face, but kept her pelvis next to mine. When she was back up on her knees she took the dildo in her hand and started to push it further inside me. It hurt for a moment or two, but then it started to feel good. She started to pull it out and then put it back in . I noticed I started to breath heavily again, and so was she, as the dildo was also moving inside of her. She smiled at me and said “shall we see how far in it will go? “

I shook my head yes, not sure if I would start to cry if I tried to talk. She pulled the entire thing out of both of us first. I looked down and saw blood on the dick- she calmed me by telling me it was normal, she wiped it off and then put it to my labia again and pushed, slowly. The head popped in and I watched in amazement as inch by inch of the thing entered inside me. After a few inches my body started to react and I started to moan again, it was feeling good. After another few inches I was heading back towards an orgasm and I was getting excited about what was happening and the feeling of something deep inside me for the first time (ok, except for a pencil).

The girl pushed in some more and then I felt it hit my uterus. “OK” I said “how much is left? She told me about 5 or 6 inches she guessed. “Wow” I thought to my self I had like 8 or 9” or so of rubber dick inside me. The girl took it out a little bit and then positioned herself back on top of me. She slid the other head into her and said “so you ready to cum?” I replied “fuck yea” and she started to pump me.

She had real good pussy muscles I guess as I felt the dick going up and down inside of me. It didn’t take me long and I exploded into the biggest orgasm I had ever had. I just kept cumming. It was subsiding a little bit when suddenly she started to cum and her body was slamming down onto mine and our clits started to rub hard against each other. I started to explode again.

A few minutes later she stopped and rolled off of me. This time the dick left her and stayed in me. I was laying there with this huge wet rubber dick coming out of me and we both laughed. We slowly got dressed with a lot of hugging and kissing. The girl walked me to my bi-cycle and after her kiss good bye said – come back a week from yesterday and you can watch my boyfriend and I again, you can watch him do my ass. Then if you want to feel what it is like, come back a week from today… but you better work on your ass between now if you want the dildo to feel good… its up to you--- and she took off in her car.

I rode home with my new non-virgin pussy, thinking of all the things I could now put inside me

THAT NIGHT AND THE NEXT DAY

What a day. I lost my virginity to a girl with a dildo. That night I lay in bed on an emotional roller coaster. I would cry when I thought about the fact that I had not even let a guy finger me yet, and when someone would they would realize I was not a virgin.

Then I would smile when I would slide my fingers into my pussy and be able to get them all the way in and the thought would drive me crazy. I lay there with my eyes closed just thinking of all the ways I could get myself off. I had been masturbating close to a year, and I couldn’t wait to find all the new ways of cumming.

It was the Fall and I had school the next day. After school I worked in an ice cream shop for a couple of hours to make some “off the books” cash, as I was only 14. At school I wanted so much to tell my best friend what happened, but I felt that telling anyone I made it with a girl was probably not a smart idea.

After school I went to work and my mind kept wondering about masturbating. I looked at everything thinking if it would fit inside me. The cones looked like they would be fun, but obviously they would break. The ice cream scoopers had round handles and every time I picked one up I smiled. Some of the things we used to ice cakes looked like they would fit inside me.

I finally left work and realized it was Friday. My mom would be at work till about midnight and my brother had mentioned that he was sleeping over at a friends. I would be all alone for a few hours. I was riding my bike and pasted a fruit stand. I stopped every so often when mom would ask me to get some corn for dinner. I went by and started to think about corn and how that could be interesting with all the bumps.

I turned around and went to the stand. Now in Vermont a lot of fruit stands are “honor system” stands; which was good as I wouldn’t have to explain buying one ear of corn. To my delight the stand was unmanned and the farmer had put out a lot more than corn, probably for the weekend.

My legs almost buckled when I saw all my choices. There was not only corn; there were carrots and cucumbers too. I picked up a bunch of carrots (even though one or two would have been fine, they didn’t sell them that way). I took two different sized cucumbers and an ear of corn. I was putting my money in the coffee can when I noticed two long green zucchinis.

looked at the cukes in my hand and said “fuck this” and then grabbed the two zukes instead. One was about a foot long and got pretty thick; the other was probably 16 or 18” long and the same width the entire length. As I was paying, a car pulled up and woman a little younger than my mom pulled up and got out of her car.

I was loading the things into a bag and I was hoping she wouldn’t notice the assortment. I put everything in my back pack, though the zukes looked kind of funny sticking out. When I heard the woman say “damn”. I look at her and she said “I guess you got the last two zucchinis.” I looked at her and said “sorry” she went on to say “this place has the biggest and hardest ones in town.” I looked at her and said “does that make a difference?”

She gave me this sexy looking smile (or I was imagining it) “baby when you get older you will realize that bigger and harder is always better.” I don’t know why I just didn’t keep my mouth shut, maybe I was proud of my new non-virgin status so I replied; “I already know!” She looked at me and said ‘Well, Sheryl you look very young to know what I am talking about.” I gave her a strange look and she said “you name and address are on your backpack tag” I just said ‘Oh’ and headed for my bike and took off. As I was headed home I thought about the lady and wondered if she would have been nicer if I would have given her one of the zukes. She was pretty but I felt she had an attitude.. oh well.

By the time I got home I was already turned on thinking about the veggies.. I ran up to my room and took my clothes off. I told myself to slow down and relax, I had hours to play. I went to the kitchen and washed my veggies. I shucked the ear of corn and was trying to imagine what it feel like inside me, it started off narrow at the one end, but got really thick not far from that part.

I wasn’t sure if I should peel the carrots or not, but decided to as I didn’t want dirt inside me. Of the veggies I bought I figured the carrots would be the only thing I would fit into my butt, and luckily there were little ones as well as big ones in the bunch. I took one of the carrots I had just cleaned and put it at the opening of my pussy and pushed it in. I figured I might as well start while I was still at the sink. I was so horny that the carrot went right in. The problem was the moment I took my hand away is came right out and fell to the floor.

I picked it up and threw it in the sink. I took a fatter one and this time once I put it in I closed my thighs together. I was doing it- I was cleaning stuff while a carrot was inside me- needless to say I was getting hornier by the minute. I finally finished washing the veggies. I opened my legs to walk away from the sink and the carrot started to slip out of me. I stopped it before it fell out of me and pushed it back in. That movement felt really good, so I pushed it in an out a few times and then took it out. It was wet with my juices. (don’t think this is gross) but I took the carrot and took a bite. I kept eating it and it turned me on to be eating a pussy coated carrot. I got thirsty and opened the fridge to get some pop. I laughed when I opened the door.

My mom had gone shopping and there were cukes and salad makings inside. There was also RC cola. The bottle had really long necks. I thought to myself- I guess I could have let the lady have the zuke. I opened a bottle of cola and took a big sip. I looked at the bottle and said “what the hell.” I put the bottle on the floor and lowered myself on top of it. The neck went right in and my muscles clamped down on it as the glass was really cold. I kept lowering my self on the bottle till I hit the part where it widens. My knees could not bend much more, so I took the bottle out and got on my knees. I licked the neck of the bottle and tasted myself. I took another sip and put the bottle under me from the back. I leaned back and the neck went back into my pussy. I started to rock and as I was rocking back and forth, and getting more and more turned on, I felt more of the wide part of the bottle pushing against my labia. I was starting to moan, and with the next rock my labia opened and took in the wide part- I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t expecting this to happen but when it did I was so proud of myself.

My first thought was “who needs those stupid narrow veggies, I have a wet bottle inside me.” I lowered myself a little more and then started to rock again. I could feel my body reacting and I started my first of what I hoped would be many climaxes the rest of the day. As I started to yelp in pleasure I heard a voice “go for it baby.” I was startled and turned to look behind me, as I did I fell back onto my back and my legs flew up in the air- I could feel the soda pour into my pussy.

I looked at our sliding door and there was the woman from the farm stand. “what the fuck are you doing there?” I yelled. The woman opened the screen door and walked in. She looked around the kitchen without saying anything and then grabbed the roll of paper towels off the holder.

She knelt down next to me and said “here let me help you”, not answering my question or what she was doing watching me from the door. She grabbed the soda bottle and started moving it in and out and around my pussy. The cold bubbly soda felt wild inside me and the movement of the bottle had me moaning again within seconds…and then I started to cum. The woman was encouraging me along into my climax. I kept cumming till she lifted the bottle out of me. Some of the soda squirted out of me and the woman cleaned the floor and my pussy with the paper towel.

She then leaned down and started to “lick me clean” as she put it. I was feeling really good as she did it. She looked at me and said “I think there is more soda in you.” At that she got up and got undressed, she explained that she didn’t want to get any soda on her outfit. When her skirt and panties dropped to the floor I was looking at my first shaved pussy. She asked me if I “liked the look” and I told her I did.

She then lied down next to me and told me to knell over her mouth so she could lick the soda out. I did, and this time I felt her tongue entered me further than the first time. I was up on my knees looking at her breasts and her shaved body. The girl from the woods had taught me how to “eat pussy” so I leaned forward and started to lick the woman as she licked me.

She stopped licking to tell me I was giving her an unexpected treat and I was doing a great job. That got me to lick harder and then suck on her. When I started to suck on her clit she started to buck up and down and locked her thighs on my head. I started to cum and then all of sudden my face and forehead got washed, with what I thought was pee, but then found out was her cum. It was wild and I came even harder. The lady moved me off of her and stood up, she cleaned up my face with some of the paper towel and walked over to the counter.

She picked up the real long zucchini and said “lets have some more fun.” I told her about the girl from the woods and her 14” dildo. She was impressed and said “ well this one is longer than that lets see how much you can take. She got half of it in my wet pussy and then used her hand to start a fuck motion, it felt so good. I could feel she was pushing it in further as she was moving it. It finally seemed to hit my wall and she said “my my, I’ll bet there is 10”inside you”. “Wow” I said as I was moaning loudly again. She moved around and positioned herself and had me get on my side. She then came into me feet first and the next think I knew we were like two pair of scissors. She kept moving in till the zuke had us attached. A few moments later she had the other part buried in her and our pussies were touching.

She had me move a bit and then we were rubbing our labia and even our clits together. I couldn’t hold it any longer and started to cum for the third time. She didn’t cum as quick, but suddenly I felt all this wet and she was screaming in a climax- I was loving this lady.

When we were done she cleaned me off again and told me she had to get home to make dinner. I told her could take the zuke if she wanted it. She told me “my family will never know how special a meal they are having.”

She left and I spent the next few hours getting myself off another 4 or 5 times… it was quite a day of wild masturbation and then some.

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My First Time Cyber ;-)

anonymous 4640 days ago on Cyber Stories

I always thought bad about net sex. You know without web cams and you are just chatting? That kind of sex.

Actually, you see I'm a virgin (girl) and my only encounter with anything sexual is only via web. It's not that I'm ugly- please. It's quite opposite of that. I just haven't found anyone like that. Anyways, I'll start telling you about my very memorable first chatroom sex.

It happened o

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Kidnapped and Gang-Raped

Shimmergirl 5278 days ago on Forced Stories

Ã¢â‚¬ËœIf you donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like living with me you can just fuck off.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ Mike walked up to me and shoved me towards the door. I stumbled and nearly fell but managed to stay upright. He pushed me again and I lost my footing, crashing to the floor. He stood over me, eyes wide with fury.

How had we even got here? We were happy a couple of months ago. Never said a cross word to each other. It all seemed perfect. Until we moved from a 3 bedroom house to a poky 1 bedroom flat. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when all the rows started. Little things at first. Stupid things that shouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have made a difference, but did. Like why wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t his dinner ready when he got in from work? It didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t matter how many times I pointed out that he was home from

work earlier than I was, I should have always had his dinner ready. I quit my job in the end. He wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t happy with me working anyway, with other men where he couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t keep an eye on me. Silly little rows over whoÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s turn it was to go shopping, get the paper, things like that. I took it at first, just let it all wash over me. But soon I got tired of it, and started to stand up for myself. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when all the trouble began. He didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like me standing up for myself.

And thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s how we got there. Me cowering on the floor, once again as I steeled myself for another beating. I went inside my head to my Ã¢â‚¬Ëœsafe spaceÃ¢â‚¬â„¢, where I could pretend nothing was wrong and everything was all ok. I waited for a while, then cautiously came back to the real world. He was crashed out on the sofa, staring at the telly. I stood up and walked over to him. He kicked out at me lazily, but I knew he couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be bothered properly. I looked down at him and perched myself on the arm of the settee.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhy are we fighting all the time? ThereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s no point. We were happy once. Why canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t we get back to that again. Come on baby. I miss the old you. All you do is work, lie around and have a go at me.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWell if you werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t so fucking useless, I wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to have a go at you would I?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ He didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even look away from the telly. That pissed me off. Reaching down, I grabbed his face and turned it to face me. He stared at me for a minute, before grabbing my hair and yanking my head down close to his.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœTouch me again, and IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll kill you. Got it?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I fought to keep my balance, and lost, toppling on top of him. Quick as a flash, he twisted my arm and yanked it up behind me. I winced but stayed quiet. I knew better than to shout out. He pulled my arm tighter, shifting me round so I was lying in front of him. I lay still, keeping my breathing shallow so I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t piss him off. He glanced up at the clock and shoved me off the sofa. I lay there for a minute before sorting myself out and sitting up.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœShopÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s going to be shut soon.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœPoint being?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

He sighed. Ã¢â‚¬ËœMy point is, we need some stuff. So fuck off and get it before you get what you really deserve.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Pulling my jacket on, I zipped it up, yanked my hat on and flounced out the door. Just as I slammed it shut, I realised I needed him with me. I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t going to walk through the subway bit on my own. I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t even like doing it on my own, never mind this late at night. Well fuck him. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d walk across the green, down by the road. Serve him right if I got run over. Maybe then heÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d actually be nice to me. I sighed, pulled my hat down even further and set off. It was only a 10 minute walk to the shop (not including trying to cross the road), but I still got nervous. We lived on a rough estate and you never knew who was waiting round the corner to stab you. I gingerly made my way across the green, taking care to avoid anywhere that the mud puddles looked deep. It was all the boy racers fault, pulling donuts on it, chewing up the grass, turning it into a swamp.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœFucking twats, the lot of them. Wish theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d all just fuck off and die,Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I muttered to myself about men in general. Coming down the other side of the green to the road, I stood at the side, shielding my eyes from the glare of the car headlights, waiting for a clear space to cross. I ignored a van pulling up- after all on the estate, you couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t be too nosy. ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s when bad things happened, when you knew something you werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t meant to. Best just to leave well alone. Only, I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t see the road properly now. I stepped out in front of the van to get a better view, just as the driver revved the engine and moved forwards. I jumped back, screaming abuse after him as he drove away.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœFucking men. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re all cunts, the whole lot of you. Trying to fucking run me over! What the fuck are you playing at you twats!?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

The van squealed to a halt and started to reverse. I panicked. Darting forwards, I tried to find a gap in the traffic to dodge through. The van was still reversing towards me, speeding up. Shutting my eyes, standing there, clenching my fists, bracing myself for the impact, one clear thought came to me.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to die. This is it, my life is over.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

The van slammed the anchors on and I heard the tyres squealing along with the sound of a back door being thrown open. I opened my eyes and saw 5 men standing there. I recognised one of them as being the barman in our local, another being his brother. The other 3, I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a clue who they were. I sagged with relief and sat down on the kerb.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœJon. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a cunt. I should have known it would be you. What the fuck were you playing out, driving at me like that?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

He glared at me Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhat the fuck were you doing standing in the middle of the road. I had right of way you stupid bitch.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœYouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d stopped. Totally. I thought IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be okay to go. Live with it.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ With that, I turned round and carried on watching the traffic, waiting for a gap. This was getting ridiculous. At this rate, I would never get to the shop! I was contemplating turning round, going home and telling Mike that theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d shut up early, when I felt hands round my waist. I turned round and saw Jon looming over me, pulling me to him.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhat the fuck are you doing? Let me go you freak!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

He pulled me closer and started dragging me towards the van. I struggled against him, kicking out. I swung my leg back to kick him again and someone grabbed it. I twisted round and saw Grant holding onto it tightly before reaching down to grab the other one. I lashed out and caught him in the face. Bringing his hand up to his lip, he pulled it away and saw blood. Leaning over me, he spat blood in my face. I turned my head to the side, coughing as some of it went down my throat. I looked at the cars driving past, wondering why none of them were stopping to help or phoning for the police at the very least. Until I remembered- the police never bothered coming to anyone on our estate, and you kept your nose out of other peoples business, no matter what was going on.

I kicked out even more, twisting and turning to get away, but it was no good, between the two of them, they quickly bundled me into the van, slamming the doors behind them as they climbed in. I lay on the floor, winded after being thrown in. as I got my breath back, I pulled myself up, taking in the surroundings. I was in a Transit van with 5 mental blokes, and no heavy objects within easy reach to defend myself with. I felt around behind me, seeing if IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d missed anything, all the time keeping my eye on Jon and Grant. I suddenly felt something come round my neck from behind me. I grabbed it and squealed slightly as it dug into my flesh. I looked up to see one of the men from the front of the van looping more rope round my neck. As I fought to loosen it off he kept pulling tighter and tighter. My head span, my vision went blurry then black as I faded into darkness.

I woke up some time later, and tried to sit up. I was lying on my side, my arms tied behind me, my legs tied at the ankles. I tried talking before realising that my mouth was filled with what felt like a ball gag- I could feel the buckle digging into my head. I rolled over to a wall, and using it as a support, I sat up, taking stock of where I was. It was a fairly large room, with a few odds and sods, nothing that really caught my attention as being useful though. Could hardly see in the semi-darkness though. The tiny little window hardly let in any light at all and it was getting dark outside. Off the weak light from the window, I was something glinting. Shuffling over on my ass, I went to inspect it. It wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t anything I could identify, but if was sharp. Scooting around so my back was to it, I tried something IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve only ever seen in movies- rubbing my bonds up and down it in the hope that they would get cut. Half an hour later, I had to accept that it only worked in the movies, not in real life. Either that or I was doing it wrong. I heard to door squeak open and froze, like a bunny caught in headlights. Jon looked round the room, searching for me. He spotted me and grinned. Walking over to me he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me into the middle of the room. I skidded along, trying to ease the pressure on my head.

After pulling me into the middle of the room, he let go of my hair and laughed softly as my head bounced off the concrete. I lay on my side, staring at the wall, listening to him walk away. After a few minutes I squirmed around, trying to sit up again. I soon gave up and lay still. I could hear Jon talking in a low voice to the other men. Footsteps rang out over the concrete as at least 2 of them came over to me. I was dragged into a sitting position and the room was suddenly flooded with light. I squeezed my eyes shut against the glare. My head was yanked back and I could feel the cold steel of a knife blade at my throat. My nostrils flared frantically as I tried to breathe through my panic. Opening my eyes, I stared up at Jon who grinned at me.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœNow then bitch, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to take your gag out. Scream if you want, weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re totally soundproofed, but me and the boys donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t like a lot of noise.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ He traced the knife along my throat, drawing a small line of blood that he licked off Ã¢â‚¬ËœUnderstand cunt?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

I nodded. Anything to get the gag out. He reached behind my head, unbuckled it and yanked it out. I swallowed a few times to get some moisture back into my mouth. It didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t work.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWaterÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ I croaked out. Jon and the others laughed.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœHoney, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll get plenty of wet stuff in your mouth before weÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re finished with you.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

I felt my stomach clench with fear and a cold, icy knot of dread settled over me. Dropping my head again, Jon rolled me onto my stomach before grabbing my legs and pulling me over to the rest of his mates. My belly started to tingle where my top had ridden up and my soft skin came into contact with the floor.

He dropped my legs, flipped my over, and they all stood over me, leering. I stared up helplessly a noticed a couple of them already had their cocks out. Fuck. This really was happening. It werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t some nightmare. Jon straddled my stomach and pulled his knife out once more. I had a feeling I was going to be seeing a lot more of it that night. I was right. Jon leant over me and started cutting my clothes. After ripping my top and bra off, he began hacking at my jeans.

Ã¢â‚¬Ëœ You can fuck off you cunt, these are my favourite pairÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d just said that. Here I was, tied up, nearly naked, totally vulnerable and I was worried about my jeans? I know they say that fear does strange things to a person, but still.

My head snapped to the left as Jon backhanded me. Putting his head down to face me, he stared at me for just a second and spat in my face.

I lay still after that. My jeans were cut off, along with the bonds that held together my wrists and ankles. My arms were grabbed and I was pulled to my feet. One of the lads held my arms behind my back while the rest all stared at me. Eventually Grant came over and started running his hands over me. I stared right through him. I was soon brought back to my senses as he forced 2 fingers inside me. With a start I realised I was getting wet. Grant smiled at me and I glared back at him. Bringing his hand up to my mouth, he brushed his fingers across my lips. I refused to open up. He laughed softly and pinched my nose. I struggled for about 20 seconds, then gave up and opened my mouth. Grant immediately rammed his fingers in, shoving my head back against the shoulder of the man who was holding my arms. He, in turn, nudged my head to one side and bit down hard on my neck. My eyes opened wide and I let out a muffled scream. Grant pushed his fingers back in me, keeping one hand securely in my mouth. I could feel him pushing more in me, stretching me. 2, then 3 fingers. He tried pushing a fourth in, but I was too tight. He kicked my legs further apart to try and gain more access. Groaning in frustration, he pulled both hands from me, ripped me away from the guy who was biting me on the neck and threw me on the floor.

I landed heavily and slid a few inches. I sat up, and started to stand but I werenÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t going nowhere. In a second grant was on me, pushing me back down, 1 hand across my throat, the other fumbling with his cock as he found my hole and rammed himself into me. I tried to scream, beg for mercy, anything to get him out of me. His eyes were half shut and he had a grin on his face Ã¢â‚¬Ëœfuck sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s so fucking tight, you gotta feel this.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Jon laughed Ã¢â‚¬ËœMike said she used to be a hooker, feel like a whore to you mate?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢. All he got was a series of groans as Grant fucked me harder and harder. I let out a squeak as he wrapped his hands round my throat and squeezed hard. I could feel my eyes rolling up into my head, and just as my world was turning black, he pushed himself deep in me, tearing me slightly, and came hard, filling me up. He released me and rolled off as I curled into a ball, coughing and trying to get my breath back. I lay there for a few minutes and listened to them talking and laughing.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœNothing like a hooker, tight as a virgin. You can easy see why MikeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s with her, no doubtÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. Grant was busy telling the others how I was. I tuned out. Of course I was still tight. Did exercises all the time. Still do now.

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Coming to my senses, I realised they were all distracted. Slowly inching my way backwards, towards the door, I gradually stood up. Pausing for a second, I saw none of them were watching me, turned and ran for the door. Grabbing the handle, I yanked it- and nothing. I yanked it again, harder this time. Still nothing. By this point theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d noticed me. I felt one of them smack into me, pinning me against the door, knocking the wind out of me. I was spun round and slammed back against the door. As the cold metal touched my bare ass, I bucked forwards slightly. This one took that as an invitation and reached down to grab my cunt. I shifted from side to side to avoid him. Growling in frustration he drew his fist back and smacked me full no in the face. I felt my cheekbone give and screamed in pain. He threw me on the floor and shouted to Jon to chuck him the knife. Jon threw the knife and it clattered on the floor, barely missing me. The lad picked it up, forced me on my back and knelt over my chest, pinning my arms with his knees. He put the blade across my throat and pushed down with both hands, cutting into me, drawing blood. I still bear the scar now, nearly 2 years after it happened.

Staring up into his manic eyes, feeling the blade slicing through my skin, I lost control of my emotions and burst into tears. Struggling to get free, flailing around, I could feel the knife going deeper but I was hysterical by this point. Jon rushed forward and dragged him off me

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhat the fuck Pete? You wanna kill her? ThatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s not our agreement. You either get in on it and fuck her or you can fuck off. WhatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s it going to be?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

His eyes were bright and manic with lust Ã¢â‚¬ËœHer ass is mineÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

I heard these words and pulled myself to my feet, 1 hand around the wound in my throat that was seeping blood. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d never done anal willingly before, but at least the others were gentle to a certain degree. I knew this would be brutal.

I launched myself at the door, grabbing the handle, trying to force it open again. It wouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t budge. I saw the window and ran for it. I was a lot fitter in them days, could outrun anyone. Unfortunately, I was also a lot shorter and it didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t matter how much I jumped, I couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t reach it. The lads watched for a while, then all of a sudden that maniac, Pete as I now knew him, was on me, forcing me face down on the floor. I screamed as his hand pushed against my broken cheekbone- fuck that hurt while it was healing. I felt him push against it once more and blacked out from the pain.

When I came round it felt like hours had passed, although it must have only been a few minutes. Pete had rolled me on my back and was astride my chest once more. I felt his weight pressing on me and my eyes snapped open. I soon wished theyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d hadnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t because I was faced with his cock. Fuck, it was massive! Not so much the length, but the girth was huge! He got a fistful of my hair and pulled my head towards his dick.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœNow then bitch, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to fuck your ass. Nothing you can do about it. But IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to give you the chance to make it easier on yourself. What do you say?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou watch too many gangster moviesÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. Fucking Hell, there we go again, fear was running my mouth once more. It was true though. He was talking like a wannabe gangster. A really crap one.

His eyes blazed with rage and he flipped me onto my stomach Ã¢â‚¬ËœFuck you, you cunt. If youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re going to talk shit to me, you deserve everything you get.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

With that the parted my cheeks and shoved his cock deep in my ass. The shock literally rendered me speechless for a few seconds until the white hot agony flowed through me. I found my voice again and screamed. And screamed. And screamed again. Pete stayed still for a few minutes, adjusting to the feel. Then started slamming in and out of me hard. This wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t sex, wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t a shag or a fuck. This was rape, pure and simple. Their way of telling me I was theirs to use as they wanted.

I carried on screaming as I fought to get away, I began to panic again, I could feel my blood dripping from my throat, pooling on the floor. Pete grabbed my hair and yanked my head sideways. He spat on me and started punching me, calling me everything he could think of. He paused for a moment and beckoned Grant over Ã¢â‚¬ËœSit in front of her, she canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t scream if sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s sucking your cock.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ Grant dropped down in front of me and sat down. Pete smacked my face against the floor and I screamed again as my cheekbone connected with the hard concrete. I began to struggle again as Grant grabbed my hair and forced my head down towards his cock. I held my breath once more to avoid having to suck it- under normal circumstances I like giving head and I love being face fucked, but these were not normal circumstances- as I quickly exhaled, he forced his cock past my lips. I tensed up as I tried to breathe and Pete obviously enjoyed this as he started fucking me even harder than before. Grant wrapped his hands round the back of my head and pushed down hard as he forced his hips up. I gagged and tried to push myself away from him but he was too strong. I pushed against his thighs, trying to get some leverage. I let out a muffled scream as my arms were yanked behind me and my tits hit the floor. That I could deal with. Concrete rubbing my nipple piercing was agony however. As I fell forwards my throat was impaled even more onto Grant. As my throat muscles spasmed in panic, Grant started fucking my face- hard. He was obviously enjoying the feeling as I panicked. I could feel myself going dizzy and everything took on a muffled and muted sound. All my senses were hyped up, but it was like everything had slowed down and I was acutely aware of everything going on around me. Grant slammed his hips up once more and started coming, forcing me to swallow every last drop, just as Pete emptied his balls into my ass. Then, mercifully, darkness swallowed me.

I awoke with a start. I ached all over and had a raging headache. My mouth was dry but sticky and I had a lingering taste at the back of my throat. Then it all came back to me and I burst into tears again. Through my choking sobs I realised a few things. I was now on a bed. Chained to it to be more precise but anything was better than concrete. And I had my collar on. Let me explain about my collar. I love my collar. ItÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s black leather with rounded silver studs on it. I bought it from a Goth stall at a county fair when I was 14 and since that day itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s gone everywhere with me. Kinda like a security thing. I always had it on me, either wearing it, or having it in my pocket. God knows why but I loved it. Now I was starting to regret buying the damn thing. Bit late for regrets now though.

I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. I calmed down a bit when I realised I recognised it. CouldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t place it, but I recognised it and that soothed me some. Testing my bonds I realised I could get out of them without too much fuss. Handy being a mini-Houdini sometimes! After fiddling around for a few minutes and trapping my skin a lot, I wriggled free. Sitting up I pulled the leg restraints off and stood up. I felt a bit wobbly and nearly gagged when I felt the congealed blood round my throat. I fought the urge to throw up and moved towards the door. Twisting the handle I was surprised to find it was unlocked- they obviously didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t think I would be capable of getting loose. Mike should have warned them better than that. Even so, after finding the door opened so easily, I should have been on my guard but I got lax. I moved quickly down the corridor. I knew this place from somewhere but I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t know where. That was my big mistake. I wasnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t concentrating. All of a sudden I was pinned against the wall and found myself staring up at my boyfriend, Mike. Now I knew where I was. This was his mate JoeyÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s house!

Ã¢â‚¬ËœEnjoy your little trip bitch?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ He grabbed my hair and threw me on the floor. My cheekbone hit the ground and I fought the urge to scream. I knew that would only make him worse. I curled up into a ball as he started kicking me, humming as he did. I felt red hot waves of pain shoot through me as his boot broke 2 of my ribs. I bit my lip to stay silent. He rolled me on my back and put a foot across my throat, choking me, pushing on my wound. I struggled beneath him, but still did not make a sound. Dropping down on top of me, he sighed and lit a fag. I flinched as he flicked ash onto me. Leaning back, he rested his full weight on my stomach.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœDonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢tÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœDonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t what?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m serious Mike, donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t lean on my stomach, pleaseÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœWhy the fuck not? DonÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell me what to do you whoreÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m pregnantÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. He took a long drag on his cig.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou fucking what?Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Ã¢â‚¬ËœIÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m 3 months gone. I did a test last week, it came up positive so I had a scan at the hospital. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m 3 months gone. WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re having a baby Mike. I was waiting for the right time to tell youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

He slowly sat up. I though I had him there. I knew how much he wanted kids. All of a sudden I felt a searing pain on my right breast and my head exploded in a cloud of pain. HeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d burnt me with his cigarette and booted me in the head. I could taste blood where IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d bit my lip and tongue. He grabbed me by my collar, dragging me up and throwing me against the wall again.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœYou was waiting for the right time to tell me? When exactly was going to be the right time? Not that it matters, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not having a kid with a whore.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

I heard a click and felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against my belly. Threaten me and hurt me, fine. Do it to my baby, my unborn baby and youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll pay. I saw red and snapped.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœThe only reason IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m a whore is because you made me into one Mike. You was the one that was pimping me out to all your mates! You were the one that wanted the fucking money, not me. Now get out of my way you tosser!Ã¢â‚¬â„¢ I screamed at him and slapped him. Ignoring the pain coursing through my whole body I shoved him as hard as I could and ran. Anywhere just to get away from him. Running down the stairs, I pulled the front door handle- shit. Locked. I sprinted through the living room door to get to the patio door when I felt my collar being pulled back. I let out a strangled yelp, felt a hand go round my mouth and Joey whispering in my ear

Ã¢â‚¬ËœMy turnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢.

I froze on the spot. He pulled me tight against him and I could feel his hard on. He started licking and kissing my neck. I winced as his lips brushed over my torn and bruised skin. All of a sudden, I found myself stumbling forwards to the middle of the room, falling over a coffee table and gashing my leg. Feeling dazed, I rolled over and lay there stunned for a few minutes. I sat up and saw Joey come flying towards me. He smacked me in the face, but by this point I was in too much shock to scream or care. I saw Mike come into the room and he stood over me smirking.

I looked up at him, too broken and too much in pain to even care what he did. He crouched down by my head and I flinched as he stroked my hair.

Ã¢â‚¬ËœAww baby. YouÃ¢â‚¬â„¢re a mess. But you bring it on yourself. If you just did as you were told, youÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d be okÃ¢â‚¬â„¢. With that he stood up and walked away. Without a backward glance he told Joey Ã¢â‚¬ËœDo what you like. I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t give a shit.Ã¢â‚¬â„¢

Joey smiled at me and I felt his hands round my throat. That was the last thing I remember.

When I came out of my coma I was told I had multiple injuries- knife wounds, numerous broken bones, lacerations and swelling on the brain that would leave permanent bruising and has also resulted in my short term memory being shot to Hell. The baby, our baby, Mine and MikeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s baby, survived it all. What she didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t survive was 2 months later a fight that me and Mike had resulting in him kicking me in the stomach. At 5 months pregnant, I miscarried.

What I want to know, for my own peace of mind is what happened in them missing hours? Something else must have happened, because I didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have a lot of the injuries that I ended up with before I blacked out. Why canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t I remember what? Any ideas how I can?

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Unknown Desires

SatinNLace 5277 days ago on Forced Stories

Ã‚Â Angela walked through her front door, and dropped her backpack on to the floor. Instantly sensing a new presence, Angela left the door cracked open, and slowly made her way down the hall. No one was seen or heard. A feeling of foolishness came over her as she was reassured that no one was there. She had a long day of exams, and the only thing she wanted to do was take a bath and get to bed.

As she entered her bedroom, she stepped out of her heels, and then started unbuttoning her white silk blouse. Before she could reach the last button she felt the presence of someone again. This time it was stronger. Her body froze with fear, and before she could turn around an arm was around her neck. She felt the hot breath of someone on the back of her neck. Her body started to tremble,

and her legs felt weak. His other hand reached around and started feeling her breast through her silk blouse. He then pulled off her blouse; the last button ripped off and fell to the floor.

Ã‚Â He let go of her, and she turned around and saw him. The only thing she could focus on was his eyes; they were dark brown, almost black and so intense. She slowly started backing up until she bumped into her bed. He walked up to her, and in his right hand she saw he had a knife. Her heart started racing, and as she went to scream, he quickly pressed the tip of the knife against her lips. She remained silent. He grabbed her by her long brown hair and pulled her head back. Then he slowly guided the knife down her neck, and then to her chest. He traced the knife along the outside of her bra all the way up to the strap. Then with a tilt of the knife, he cut it and then he proceeded to cut the other strap.

Ã‚Â He dropped the knife onto the bed, and pulled down her bra, exposing her breast and her hard nipples. Angela had a nice natural tan, and her nipples were a dark tan color. He shoved her down onto the bed, and then knelt down on the bed and with both of his hands he pushed her skirt up to her waist. Ã¢â‚¬Å“PleaseÃ¢â‚¬Â Angela pleaded as she started to cry. He stared into her eyes, and then formed a sinister smile. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Shhh Don Ã¢â‚¬â„¢t cry now. You just need to relax and enjoy itÃ¢â‚¬Â. He then put his head between her legs and started sniffing her pink, satin panties, she smelled so good to him. She was afraid, but there was a small part of her that was excited at the same time. He slowly pulled off her panties and then spread her nice long legs.

He started rubbing her clit slowly but hard, and then he slid in two of his fingers into her pussy. AngelaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s pussy was nice, warm and tight. She grabbed a hold of her sheet with both of her hands and clenched them into fists. She couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t believe how nice it felt, and the more he fingered her pussy, the wetter she became. There was no hiding how excited she was now. Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been. She threw her head back down against the bed, not understanding how this could possibly feel so good to her. She feared this stranger, but she wanted him at the same time too.

Ã‚Â He took his fingers out of her; they were dripping with her juices, and then forced them into her mouth. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Suck on them you whore. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m going to give you something else to suck on in a minuteÃ¢â‚¬Â. As Angela sucked on his fingers, he started unbuttoning his jeans. He positioned himself on top of AngelaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s chest and then pulled out his cock. It seemed so big to her. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Open your mouthÃ¢â‚¬Â he commanded. She shook her head in refusal, and he quickly slapped her. She cried out in pain, but he only slapped her again, harder this time. She still refused to open her mouth. He reached behind him and grabbed the knife that he had dropped on the bed earlier. Putting the knife against her neck he commanded her to open her mouth once again. Her blue eyes were wide and full of fear, and tears started to roll down her cheeks. She opened her mouth, and let him put his cock inside.

Ã‚Â He started fucking her mouth slowly, but going in deep to where it was hard for her to breath. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Do you like having my dick in your mouth?Ã¢â‚¬Â he asked. Ã¢â‚¬Å“Answer me you cunt!Ã¢â‚¬Â She knew sheÃ¢â‚¬â„¢d better respond with a yes, so she nodded her head. Ã¢â‚¬Å“I thought you wouldÃ¢â‚¬Â he said smiling down at her. He withdrew his dick from her mouth and got off her chest. He just knelt there on the bed staring at her with cold eyes. AngelaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s body began to shake again. He then spread her legs wide, and positioned himself between them. Her legs were shaking as he grabbed a hold of her waist. He then rammed his hard cock quickly inside her pussy. Her pussy tried to resist him, but with each thrust his cock went deeper inside her until he was hitting up against her cervix.

Ã‚Â Angela screamed out from the pain, and he put his hand over her mouth. She could feel his cock tearing into her pussy. The pain was overwhelming, and she reached up for him and dug her nails into his back as she continued to scream. This only made him thrust his cock in and out faster and harder. After a few minutes the pain seemed to have lessened and she found herself wrapping her legs around him, trying to push him deeper inside her. Her nails were digging into his back as he fucked her hard and fast. She started to scream out again as she felt the most intense and pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced. He quickly withdrew his cock from her pussy and climbed on top of her stomach and shot his cum all over her breast and her lips. Angela couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t resist licking her lips to taste him.

Ã‚Â After a minute, he got up off of her and then zipped up his pants. He leaned in close to AngelaÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s face and whispered in her ear Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now I know you are going to be a good little whore and keep this a secret, and if you are lucky, IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ll be backÃ¢â‚¬Â. He smiled at her, and then walked away and left. Angela laid there on her bed trying to grasp what had just happened, but all she could think was, she wanted more.

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Our First Threesome Part II

badlybent 5278 days ago on Wife Stories

Our First Threesome Part II
Nolan was so happy for the idea and he promised me with a good time that we all will never forget. He said he will be looking forward to it . He admitted to me he masturbated couple of times when he saw my wife semi naked at the pool. I told him I wouldn’t mind if he can take his cock out and jerk it until he comes. To my surprise he did not want me to ask him twice, he slowly pulled out his hard cock from his pajama and started masturbating in front of me.It did not take him too long until he was squirting his heavy load in one of the paper towels he had in his pocket. Once relieved , he smiled and asked me if he needed to masturbate me that I can cum too. I asked him no

t to worry and I am going home. I told him that this huge load I have in my balls will be saved for my waiting wife. Once I reached home I told Mona what I have done with Nolan but she thought I was joking and did not believe me. She looked excited and her face was telling me she was wishing it was true.. I came closer to her , kissing her with great passion. She was horny and ready. I fucked her the whole night until the sun started to shine on my naked ass. Since Mona is multi orgasmic, I was making sure that she will be fully satisfied before I unload my full balls. There was lots of cum filling up her pussy dripping down on her thighs until her knees. Very exhausted we were and we slept until 4: 00 pm
The second day, I called Nolan and told him I have a new exciting idea. I told him how I fucked Mona last night and made him excited again. He then told me how sexy my wife is. This made me rush and ask him if he would like to fuck Mona any time that week. Nolan was surprised by the question but he did not hesitate to tell me his answer on the spot. He said anytime and anywhere. He added that he can lick her pussy and ass for hours. I asked him to stay behind his words and not disappointing me.

Having oral sex with Nolan since childhood, the trust was high. Since we were kids, we were fantasizing about sharing our wives when we will get married. Once I found out how much Nolan is horny for my wife, I decided to tell her. I told her how much Nolan likes her and would love to lick her pussy and ass until she cums. This idea excited her and made her ready more than ever.

Couple of days later, Nolan came to our house after he closed his shop. After several minutes of friendly talks, he invited us for a ride in his car and see the new developments in the neighborhoods. While walking towards Nolan’s car,Mona whispered in my ear and asked me if we are going to fuck her that night. I told her that he is only hungry to eat her sweet pussy and lick her tight ass while I am watching. This made her hornier and ready for the licking. Once we were in the back seat of the car I pulled Mona closer to me and we held hands feeling the excitement electrifying our bodies.

While talking to Nolan, me and Mona in the back seat , I took out my hard cock from my pants and made Mona hold it and play with it. This made me horny and in the same time made her mouth ready for another cock to suck. I started kissing her while Nolan was driving. Knowing that my wife was excited , I initiated the talking and told Nolan that Mona knows about our bi oral sex relationship as teen agers and I told him that Mona sucks cocks better than him. If he does not believe it he can watch Mona sucking me now in his car. He was surprised about me telling Mona about our long years secret, but in the same time he looked excited and hungry for eating Mona’s pussy. I gently took Mona’s head down to my cock, and after some hesitation, she bent down obeying , drooling for my waiting hard cock. Mona is a great cock and balls lover. She started sucking the head and licking the shaft slowly, gently and with pleasure. Nolan could not believe what he is hearing or seeing. He fixed his rear mirror that he can watch Mona sucking my cock while he was driving. He was watching like not believing his own eyes. I was able to see his excitement in his rear mirror that he fixed to watch the erotic scene. Several minutes of talking and the excitement became intense; Nolan took us to a remote area and then stopped the car next to an old big tree. He got out of the car and opened the rear door from Mona’s side. I told Nolan that Mona will let him fuck her only after he eats her pussy.

I picked up Mona and made her sit on my knees. Since she was excited she helped me moving her with ease. Nolan lifted up her skirt and slipped down her underwear, bending her legs over, watching her sweet juicy pussy for couple of seconds, he slowly buried his head between her thighs , spread her white hard thighs , and started to eat her pussy like he never saw a pussy before. Feeling another man’s tongue in her pussy , for the first time in her life, made her cum in a minute. Then I told him if he would like to see her gorgeous ass. He said he always was watching it and paying attention to her tight ass and always wanted to lick it and fuck it. With pleasure I turned my wife on her stomach, and without any resistance she bent over on my knees. Her pretty bared ass was ready for a new experience. Nolan was looking and admiring my wife’s ass for couple of seconds. He was staring at it with lust. He started touching it gently in a very exciting manner. With one palm squeezing one check, the other palm was softly slapping my wife’s tanned firm ass. He slapped it gently for couple of times until it became reddish like a beautiful rose. At that time I was enjoying the scene. I was touching Mona’s ass and pussy from underneath. Mona was getting more excited squeezed between two horny men hungry for her ass and pussy. I started feeling Mona’s wet pussy while I was watching Nolan’s cock getting harder and harder. In no time Nolan bent on my wife’s ass, spread her ass cheeks and stuck his whole tongue deep in her asshole .That made Mona moan with pleasure. Here Mona was ready for a threesome but not in the car where it was not safe.

After that night was over, we went home and Nolan went back to his wife. Mona and I talked and fantasized about a threesome with Nolan and we fucked again the whole night until sunrise. Couple of days later, Nolan called and I answered the phone. He asked me if he can talk to Mona. Wit a smile, I told Mona it was for her. Not knowing who was on the phone, anxiously Mona picked up the phone fro my hand and said ‘ Hello”. The phone was so loud that I was able to listen to the conversation. He began to tell her how he wanted to fuck her after he tasted he pussy and could not sleep without jerking off his cock imagining her gorgeous ass. Only by listening to his voice, Mona was showing me that she was horny as hell. Mona and Nolan had set up a time for all of us to go to his house to have the threesome. That Saturday Mona was ready, and she asked me to shave her pussy and make it smooth for a long waiting two men licking and fucking. Mona put on her new black dress that showed her sexy ass and body. Mona then put on some high heels and had yellow underwear under that dress.
After dinner, we headed to Nolan’s house. He already arranged that his wife and kids go to visit their grandmother who was living out of the town. Now the house was safe for all of us. We had couple of drinks listening to some soft sex music and dance with Mona in the middle to set the mood. Minutes later, I sat on the sofa next to my wife and Nolan was sitting on the other sofa next to us.

I gently and passionately started to kiss Mona in front of Nolan and she was melting in my arms. He came closer, ran his hands under her dress and he lifted it up.

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