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Got pierced?

Leslie Rose on Sex Stories

Got pierced?

I have been on a natural high for weeks. Sex with Lash is raw, primitive, uninhibited. Fantasies whispered, played out, pain, pleasure, ecstasy, all melt into one. The line between reality and fantasy crosses over on levels experienced perhaps by few. We’ve been together for 17 years—I thought sex was supposed to get duller—but not with us.  I doubt anyone has what we have.

Desires. Happiness. Lust.  All in one. The feeling of being one. Alive and accepting of myself regardless of who I am.  I feel powerful. Finally, I know who I am and I don’t’ have to make any excuses.

It’s awesome to be a sexual goddess. I want to be fucked often and hard. I wanted my nipples sucked, pinched, pulled, bit. The more int

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ense, the better. I want my husband to devour me to take me with reckless abandonment. I come multiple times--3, 4 times a day.  He uses nipple clips on me to heighten the pain and passion and plays with my clit skillfully. His strokes make me wild, primitive. I get on my knees—a sign that I want more intensity.  He knows this so he licks his fingers to get my asshole ready.  He doesn’t need to moisten my pussy because it’s already dripping and that’s not what he’s focusing on.  He spreads my cheeks and bows down in between my legs.  His tongue rims my asshole slowly at first, then darts into it. Slowly, rhythmically.  Lapping it up.  This is so fucking raunchy it gets me hot and wet. His teasing gets me hotter, building heat between my legs.  I come easily and want more.  I open my ass and he slips his thumb up there. I give out a soft moan, tilt my head back into his chest. He responds by sticking his two fingers into my cunt, thumb still up my ass.  Oh wow, double fucks drive me wild.  His other hand travels to my nipples, which he pinches and twists between his fingers.  The intensity brings me higher. He spreads his fingers in my cunt, like making a peace sign, widening the circles he creates inside me.  The intensity heightens and the contrast of pain and pleasure drives me wild. I buck and scream into my pillow so that the neighbors don’t hear my passionate screams.  I come again and convulse with pleasure.  Come drips out of my cunt, clit swollen and raw.  He kisses me with my come on his lips. It tastes a little sweet with a slight fishy taste to it. His tongue explores the rest of my body.  I’m ready for more. 

This is usually when fantasies kick in. This is when I want a woman with us to finger fuck me or fondle my nipples while I suck off my husband. Or vice versa. Sometimes I let him fuck her.  It’s a gift to him.  A thrill for me to trust him with another pussy.  I know how much he loves me. I know he would never leave me. I know this so much that I want him to have another woman as my gift to both of them. Lash is an excellent lover and our third deserves my husbands fat cock,  magic fingers and delectable tongue.  I know that it’s not his fantasy. He doesn’t need another pussy to fuck when he’s got mine. But I get wet thinking of watching him fuck someone else, someone who has fucked me and made me come. I want him to have the same experience—of fucking someone else. 

When I am that hot sex brings me to a higher state of mind. Among consenting adults, sex can take you to Nirvana. This is my belief. Three consenting adults. Why three? Three is my number. 

So I can’t figure out why I turned around.

We were in Oregon and free love was on my mind. We brought my vibrator, the Hitachi wand, the Rolls Royce of vibrators--clothes pins, rope, all the paraphernalia we needed to have the kind of sex we were accustomed to having at home.  I confessed to him that I had been fantasizing about piercing my nipples. I thought it looked hot. I want future lovers to know that I like to fuck hard and love having my nipples be the focus. 

We found a piercing shop, interviewed the owner, inspected for cleanliness and took the plunge. No doubts. No second thoughts. I did it. Pierced them. My husband stood by while he shoved two stainless steel bars into my large, brown, very suckable, nipples. They hurt like hell.  A pain I didn’t imagine. We walked gingerly to a bar, sat on their big comfy couches, ate nachos, drank two or three shots of tequila and I was out. Out for the count. It sedated me for my rebirth.

So why did I do it?
That’s the question I ask myself. I’m feeling less like a sexual Goddess and more like a suburban mom trying to defend her position at a PTA meeting.  I cover my nipples when I’m in the gym, I have dreams of people seeing my pierced ones and feel resigned to the shame of it.  I am hiding my nipples just as I hide my sexuality.  I am a bisexual too scared to admit it.

I’m facing in a different direction now. Not the same person I described at first. The sex is still good but I don’t want to have my nipples played with as much. I am even protective over them. I can’t quite figure out why the change in attitude.

Did I need self punishment to take me down from that high?
Am I not deserving of Nirvana?
Do I think that by exercising my power, bad things will happen…bad things will happen to my kids?  Rationally, it doesn’t make sense. But we’re not talking about intellect or the physical, or emotion, but something deeper. I deserve to go to Nirvana but I can't get out of my own way. My husband knows this about me. Knows that when things go right, I feel unworthy of my good fortune and find ways to punish myself rather than glory in my power, know my worth.

That's when Lash steps in. He knows when I need a lashing.  I like when he whips me with our hangers. I need it sometimes. Like now.  He hates when I deprive myself, or put myself down. Hates when I put limits on myself.  When I do that, he punishes me. I know I deserve it.  w I deserve it. 
 


Our Lodger

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I had been working for too many hours recently, I was continuously worn out and would drop off to sleep anywhere any time. I know at that time I had been neglecting Paula and the kids but bills had to be paid. We had even had to take in a boarder Frank was eighteen and studying hard at Uni, he was at least a quiet guy well mannered too. He never seemed to go out with girls didn't smoke and didn't drink. One thing he did do was excersise, running, bike riding, weights as a result he had a bloody good body and from the way he looked in his bike shorts he hadn't been hiding behind the door when cock were being handed out. Paula had commented more than once that some lucky girl was going to be happy.

I was quite certain that with looking after two tearaway tots Paula was not going to

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be trying anything on with our boarder. Two months later I was a wreck as soon as I sat down after teaI was asleep, leaving Paula to put the kids to bed and do the washing up. At least she had Frank to help with the washing up, as I dozed off I heard Frank comment  "He's gone to sleep again". I awoke after a couple of hours to find Frank brushing Paula's hair as they watched the TV, their seemed to be something sensual about it, but I probably imagined it. I commented it was about bedtime and we headed off to bed, five minutes after my head hit the pillow I was asleep.

On the weekend I went to work on the Saturday, leaving Frank studying and Paula taking the kids to the beach. The only difference to the rest of the week was I had half a dozen beers before falling asleep. This time I had a strange dream Paula was kissing Frank in front of me, not just a friendly kiss but a full french kiss. Frank was saying "its okay he's dead to the world" before returning to kissing her. I woke later to find Frank again brushing Paula's hair though this time she was in a robe, if I had thought about it I would have wondered why she was already undressed. I had a coffee to help me wake up but I still felt like death warmed up hardly able to keep my eyes open, I said goodnight and went to bed, Paula joined me a little later.

My dream was a little strange, some was creeping into our bedroom and whispering and the bed was squeaking, stupid bloody dreams it was Paula getting up to go to the toilet. The next morning was Sunday, I woke up at about nine the bed alongside me was empty and cold. Just then Paula came in, she looked a little tired but when she saw me awake she said coffee was on and the kids burst into the room. I wondered about the cold bed but the kids must have been up early and she had gone to keep them quiet. At breakfast Frank looked a little tired but when I mentioned it he said he had been up half the night studying. After a fun family day I went to bed early again ready for work the following day. Paula came to bed late I thought I heard whispering outside the bedroom door just before she came in, but as she was already undressed ready for bed I must have imagined it.

By Tuesday I was back to sleeping in my chair as soon as I finished tea. Frank and Paula came in to watch TV later sitting next to each other on the sofa, I wasn't fully asleep.

" He's dead to the world again" Frank whispered. "How about a kiss"

For a second I thought I was in a dream.

"we shouldn't be doing this" Paula whispered.

Between my nearly closed eyelids I watched as Frank and Paula kissed, a long sloppy kind of a kiss. I noticed his hand reach for her breast, first gently then he held it firmly giving it a squeeze. I might have expected a slap but none came just a soft moan.

"How about a fuck, I've thought of nothing else since Saturday night"

My ears pricked up after that, so thats why the bed was cold.

"We shouldn't have done it, you know that"

"Yes we should, you loved it and I loved it too. The way you sucked my cock was fantastic".

"Flattery will get you everywhere, and its such a lovely cock" Paula whispered and I watched as she gave his cock a friendly squeeze through his trousers.

I made grunting sleep noises not wanting to do anything to make them think I wasn't dead to the world. I also positioned myself a little different so that my growing bulge would not be noticable.

Paula stood and gave Frank a quick kiss, "I have to check on the kids I dont want them coming in waking Paul".

Five minutes later she was back, wearing just her robe she sat next to frank.

"If he looks like waking grab the brush, now come here"

Frank was soon concentrating on Paula, one hand working between her legs while the other held a breast so he could suck on the nipple. From my point of view I could see his fingers burried to the hilt in Paula's very damp looking cunt. As I watched paula worked at undoing his trousers and taking out his cock.

"Jesus", I thought to myself 'horse cock isn't in it'. If Frank looked hung in his bike shorts it was nothing to how it looked in Paula's hand. As I watched she worked her hand up and down the thickening shaft, it was like a toddlers arm.

"Come on climb on it" Frank was encouraging Paula.

"Not here not tonight, Paul might wake up"

"No he's dead to the world, look my poor cock is pleading for you"

I was having trouble not jumping up saying yes fuck him, so I made snoring noises. The sound of my snores seemed to relax them, as Paula moved so that she was astride Frank. Holding his shaft she guided it so he was positioned central then slowly started to lower herself. She started a soft moan but buried it in a cushion that she quickly picked up. I couldn't beleive it inch after inch of that monster cock dissapeared from sight.

Finally he was up to his balls inside her and she started to ride him like a stallion. Her mouth seemed to be buried all the time in the cushion but I could still hear her grunts and moans. Not that Frank was being quiet either but he was burying his groans in her soft tits. It was obvious that this was not a slow languid fuck, this was a fast as we can before sleeping husband wakes. I watched as that monster cock worked its magic on my wife I could see all the thick veins that were pumped full of blood. I could see his heavy balls that i knew were full of cum that was soon going to be flooding inside my wife. Suddenley Paula through her head back and she was shuddering in orgasm the cushion pressed hard over her face, Frank stiffened as well I could see his throbbing shaft and knew he was unloading, then I could see traces of white were his cum was forcing itself past his shaft. My own cock was like a rock as satiated they seperated a quick handfull of tissues catching the cum before it flowed out of Paula and onto Frank and the sofa or carpet below. I was expecting to hear a sound of suction as he withdrew the head of his cock, the two of them quickly tidied themselves up. I then pretended to waken to find Frank brushing Paula's hair, as i woke she went to make coffee.

I quietly whispered to Frank "nice cock mate, dont mind you fucking Paula but next time you come into the bedroom climb into bed and fuck her there, I like to know whats going on". I gave a smile and went in to give Paula a hug and apologise for being tired all the time and I was okay with Frank.

Corporate Retreat Part 1

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Once a year our company plans a corporate retreat.  They send us to a local resort to bond.  I flew in from out of town a few days early so I could meet with clients and spend some time in the New York office.  I came in early Thursday and grabbed a coffee downstairs.  One of the guys was off this week so there was a spare desk to sit at.  I logged on and opened up my email, logged onto messenger so I could check in back at home. All of a sudden a message window popped up
 
'Hey what are you doing after work today'.  I smile and look up.  You are tapping away on the keyboard......ignoring me. 
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'I have no plans, what are you doing'.  I picked up the phone and called my office to check in. 
 
'Well, I think we should invite a few people out and then disappear early'.  I smiled and looked over at you again.  You still didn't look at me. 
 
'Got a place in mind we should go to' I asked. 
 
We had been chatting playfully back and forth for a few weeks, one night I drank a little too much red wine and shared a few secrets with you.  You in turn told me a few of yours.  My favourite, the one that turned me on the most was your story about visiting the stripper bars.  Lately you had been visiting them quite frequently.  Going to the lesser known bars and enjoying private dances.  I like watching them dance.  I would like to just sit and watch her dance for you.  I don't want to be part of the action, just sit in the corner and watch. 
 
I put the phone down and click back onto my laptop.  My message window is flashing.  You tell me you have a place in mind and to follow your lead later.  I click the message window off and open my email.  I can't concentrate on work, its early in the day and yet you already have me wet.  One of the secrets I shared with you was my ability to make myself cum at my desk.  The beauty of having your clit pierced, all I had to do was cross my legs and squeeze and I could have an orgasm.  I crossed my legs and sank back into my seat a little.  Right leg over my left.  Squeeeze them together.  Rub them together just a little bit.  mmmm yea thats it.  I could feel my nipples getting hard under my shirt. The black lace of my bra was rubbing against them.  I click on my laptop and open up a chat window.  I type 'now' and hit send.  I see you look up.  I close my eyes for just a second and open my mouth just slightly.  I open my eyes and see you still staring at me.  The chat window is flashing, I ignore it.  I squeeze my legs together again, harder, rub them together.  I reach down with my hand and gently brush my finger over my pussy.  ooohh yes.  yes.  and like that I feel a rush run thru me.   I open the chat window to read what you wrote 'your killing me'.  hahaha. 
 
The day goes by and I round up a few people to go out after work.  We head out to a local bar and knock back a few drinks.  Its not far into the night when you get up and say you have to get going.  What?  Why?  You explain that you have a long ride home and should get going.  I ask you what direction you are headed and could I get a ride.  I need to catch up on my sleep before the weekend as these corporate retreats are usually spent drinking the whole weekend.  I say my goodbyes and we head out.  I slide into the passanger seat in your car.  We buckle up and head out. 
 
Its a quiet drive.  Its the firs time we have even been alone together.  Neither one of us willing to make the first move.... yet.  You turn the radio on and conversaton turns to small talk.  We head a little bit out of town to a smaller town where nobody will know us.  You turn into a stripmall and pull over.  I look around but don't see any stores that look open.  I look over to ask you where we are... when you lean over and grab my head.  You hand slide around to the back of my neck and you pull me towards you.  Slow... soft kiss.  God I've been wanting to do that for a while you say.  And just like that you start up the car and begin to drive again.  I cross my legs... god just that one kiss got me hot and bothered. 
 
We pull into another strip mall, but this time the neon lights tell me the bar is open.  We get out of the car and walk in.  Its not the classiest of places, but that is exactly what we wanted.  We walk in, grab a table and order some drinks.  A new song starts and a tall blonde walks onto the stage.  We sit and watch her dance.  I'm acting a bit shy and I think you can pick up on that.  You order another round of drinks and whisper in the bartenders ear.  She sends over a few shots with one of their dancers.  She grabs my hand and tells me that you paid for me to have a dance to loosen up.  The shots are saved for during my dance.  You sit back and smile as she leads me off to the back room.
 
She leads me into the back room and starts to dance.  I get two songs and quite the show.  I head back our table and tell you that what I really want is to watch a girl dance for you.  We grab our drinks and head back. I sit near the back of the room and watch as you take your seat.  The same girl that danced for me is going to dance for you.  I spread my legs and reach my hand down between my legs.  No fun watching if I can't have my own fun ;)   She is naked in no time and I can tell from where I'm sitting that you are enjoying the show.  You look over at me and see my playing with myself.  You reach down and grab your cock, the stripper comes up and rubs her tits in your face.  I can't just sit and watch.  I walk over and stand behind your chair.  Maybe its time for that massage I owe you.  I reach around you and undo your tie.  I start to unbutton your shirt.  Brandi has turned around and is sitting in your lap. Bouncing up and down on top of you.  You reach around her and grab her tits.  I am massaging your shoulders, your neck.  I reach my hand in your shirt and run my fingers over your chest.  The song ends and our time is up.  You tell her we want one more song, but this time you want me in the drivers seat - and you are going to give me a massage. 
 
I sit down and let you unbutton my shirt.  Your hands are so warm and strong on my shouders.  My muscles are tense after a long week.  As Brandi dances in front of me my shirt falls open and your hands slip under my bra.  Brandi leans into me and runs her nipples across my lips.  You unhook my bra and let it fall down as Brandi goes down onto her knees in front of me and starts to suck on my nipples.  You reach down and massage them as she sucks on them.  My legs are open and my pussy is so wet. God I want to get fucked so bad right now.  I wish we were somewhere else and she was with us.  I want to fuck both of you so badly.  I want to feel you inside of me, I want to taste her pussy.  The song ends.   We get dressed and head out of the back room.  We have a long weekend ahead of us and agree that we should get some sleep tonight.
 
Tomorrow is the start of the corporate retreat and we both know that when the drinks start flowing it can be quite the party.  You drive me back to my hotel and head off home.................... to be continued.

Corporate Retreat Part 2

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I grab another coffee on my way into work. Come upstairs and open my lap top. You come in a few minutes later. We exhange a few IM's and get on with the days work.
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3pm arrives and we pack up. There are a few limos taking the employees to the retreat. We pile in and open the beer they have chilling. We are in a limo with 2 other people. Its not a long drive out of the city. We turn on the music and settle in for the drive.Â
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We arrive at the retreat and check in with everyone else. They have put us up in a fairly fancy resort so we are doubling up. I am in a room with Claire. She works out of the San Francisco office. We have talked on the phone and email but never met in person. She is already in the roo
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m. Nice looking girl, about 5' 8", tall with shoulder length blonde hair. We unpack our things, freshen up and head down to the hotel bar.
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Tonight is a low key night, everyone is doing drinks in the hotel bar and then I think a few will be going out. Claire has had a long day with her flight and heads back up to our room at around 11pm. A few people start to make noise about going out, I go put my purse in the room, just packing my ID and a few credit cards.  I pass you in the lobby, you say that you are bagged and are heading up to bed.  I head off to the club to dance the night away.Â
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Saturday we have meetings. Same thing every year... how we did the past year, what we are going to focus on the next year.  If you look across the room you can see everyone has their blackberrys in hand sending text messages back and forth. We break for lunch.
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I decide to skip the rest of the afternoon meetings and head out the pool. I order up a drink and lay down on the lawn chair. I grabbed a few celebrity rags in the store on the way out. Perfect way to spend the afternoon. I close my eyes and light a cigarette, lay back and enjoy the sun. All of a sudden cold water is splashed all over me. I look up and you are in the pool infront of me laughing.   I put down my drink, butt out the cigarette and come join you on the edge of the pool. I sit on the edge of the pool with my drink and let my feet dangle in the water. You stand at the edge of the pool, chest deep in the water. You grab my left foot and massage it under the water. Rubbing my foot, running your fingers thru my toes. Rubbing the ball of my foot, massaging your whole hand up to my toes. Taking each toes between your fingers and massaging it. I open my legs just a little bit so you can see the wet spot that has formed on my bikini bottoms.Â
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More people from the office start to trickle out of the meetings. I am back in the deck chair tanning. Claire comes down and sits next to me. Orders us another round and with it come a few shots. We look over at the pool and you boys all smile.  Looks like its going to be a long night.  There are a few trouble makers in our office.
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We head back to our rooms at around 5 to get ready for dinner. Claire and I are buzzed, we had a few too many drinks in the sun. She asks if I want to hop in the shower first or second. I pick first as it takes a while to do my hair after. I strip down, throw a towel around myself and get in the shower. When I get out there is music on, Claire is naked in the room pouring herself another drink. She spins around and says 'oh sorry I didn't think you were out yet'. I tell her that its no problem, I saved some hot water for her. She brushes past me and goes into the washroom. I sit down and have to rethink that one... where did that come from? Oh well, I'm not going to complain.
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We get ready for dinner and head out.  There is assigned seating at the dinner, you are not placed with people in your office.  Fancy that....... guess who is at my table! I wonder if you somehow had a hand in the seating. I sit down and take off my jacket. I am wearing a very low cut black top and black slacks. You pour me a glass of red wine. After dinner everyone heads to the casino. I head straight for the three card poker. I love gambling.Â
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2am and we head back to the resort. Few people had back to the hotel bar, few head up to their rooms. I grab a drink and sit down next to you. You are hunched over in your chair, you tell me that you think you pulled your back in the pool earlier today. I get up and stand behind you. Like last night I start to unbutton your shirt. Only the first two buttons this time, as there are plenty of coworkers watching. Its not a sensual massage like last night, more of a deep tissue. I just want my hands on your skin. I reach down into your shirt, just a little bit and run my hands over your chest. Back up and down your back. I massage all the way up to your neck. I can feel you have goose bumps. I only hope that your cock is getting just a little bit hard in your shorts.
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More people trickle out and its down to the last 3 or 4. I need a cigarette so make a move to go outside. Everyone thinks thats a good idea and we head out. Its a warm night, I'm feeling a bit frisky. I take off my shirt and walk over towards the hot tub. I look behind me and see everyone is following my lead. Claire, yourself and Rob are all coming down to the pool desk. I slide off my pants and jump into the pool. I swim underwater across the pool. When I come up for air I turn around and see you are all in the hot tub. I swim a few lengths and get out of the pool, walk over to the hot tub. I slide in between you and Claire.Â
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Claire has had too much to drink and heads up to our room. We sit for a bit longer and go to get out. As we are toweling off you whisper to me "221". I look at you and wink. I'm not sure who you are sharing a room with. Why did you tell me your room number? We all head up in the elevator. You get out first on the 2nd floor. Rob gets out next. I head up to my room. Oh what the heck, I go back to the elevator and hit the 2nd floor. I am scared of bumping into someone. I knock on your door.Â
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You open the door, wrapped in just a towel around your waist. I walk in. I see only 1 bed. I ask how you got so lucky not to have to share. You tell me that you just didn't want to share with anyone so you are paying for your own room. 'Now stop asking questions and go lay on the bed' oohhh assertive. I like that. I go sit at the end of the bed. You walk over to me and let your towel drop to the floor.Â
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I grab your cock in my right hand. Slowly working my way from the base to the head. Twisting my hand around you, feeling it harden. It needs to be wetter, I move my head down and lick just once up the side. Leaving a long wet trail of saliva. I put my hand back and move it up and down, feeling every vein pulse. I reach the end of your cock and run my fingers over the head. I take my index finger and put it in my mouth, run it over the head around the rim... I put my finger back in my mouth. mmmm tastes good. I look up at you, I like the eye contact. I want you to watch me. I move my head down and open my mouth. When I get close I let out a breath of air... slow cool breathe. I want to tease you just a little. I look back up at you, playful smile. Then I open my mouth and take every inch of you inside of me. The warm wet feeling of my mouth, wrapped around your cock gives you the goose bumps. I reach my hands around behind you and grab your ass, squeeze your cheeks as I open my mouth a little wider and push you in a little deeper. The head of your cock reaches the back of my throat. I gag just a little. mmmm that feels good. I pull back and hold onto your hips as a move my head back and forth. Back and forth, each time turning my head just a little, sucking as a I pull back, wrapping my tongue around it as I push it back in. I take my right hand and grab the base, twisting my hand up as I pull back, pushing it back down as I put it back in my mouth. Sometimes reaching down to grab your balls for just a second. You take your hands and hold onto my head, running your fingers thru my hair. You hold on and pull my head back. You go down onto your knees infront of me, kiss me.Â
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You lean me back on the bed, slowly taking off my clothes. You get down to my underwear and move down between my legs. You kiss from my knees up to my inner thighs. Run your nose over my pussy, breathing in my scent. Your tongue slides along the right side of my panties, trying to push under them. You lick on top of my underwear, pushing your tongue over my clit. ooohh god that feels good. You lick back down the left side of my underwear. Your tongue is hard, pushing under the elastic. Oh god please don't tease me like this. I want to feel you on me. I want to feel your tongue licking me.Â
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You reach down under me and grab my underwear, slowly pulling it down to my knees. My legs are straight up in the air. You hold them there as you pull my underwear off. My legs stay straight up in the air ass you move back down. Lapping at my pussy. You let all the saliva from your mouth move to your tongue and onto me. I put my legs down, spreading them on each side of your face. I like to watch you, I like to watch your tongue move over my body, pressing it on my clit... watching me move beneath you. I want you to suck on my clit, I want to you to take it all in your mouth, gently... slowly sucking on it. I need more, I want to feel you inside of me. Your take your hand and move it down between my legs, two fingers glide inside of me. I am so wet right now. Oh my god that feels so good.
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You push your fingers deeper inside of me. Reaching them back against the back wall of my pussy. Reaching for the magical spot. I had told you a while back that I was a squirter. Lots of oral, lots of fingering and gently pushing on that one spot and I will come so hard my body will shake and the bed will be soaked. You are a man on a mission. Your fingers glide in and out of me, your tongue moves across my pussy. Oh my god that feels so good. Oh good it feels so good. I want more. I want you inside of me. I'm so close to cumming. So close. Oh god I want you inside of me.Â
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I reach down and pull you up to me. I want to kiss you, I want to taste my pussy all over your face. You slide up on to of me. Kissing me, letting me lick the taste of myself off of your face. mmmmm so good. You kneel between my legs. Grab my hips and lift me onto you. Ohhhhhh yes, Slowly. Slowly your cock slides inside of me. Ohhh god yes, oh my god that feels so good. Wait. Wait just a second. I want to feel every inch of you. I stop and just let the feeling run thru me. I reach down and put two fingers on my clit, slowing rubbing it. You hold onto my hips and slide your cock in and out of me. In and out, in and out. I rub harder. You reach forward with your hands and grab my tits. Pinching my nipples, taking my whole breast in your hand and grab it. Massage them in your hands, back up to my nipples. Yes... oh god yes this feels so good. Don't stop. Pinch my nipples... harder.... harder. Please. Oh god yes, my fingers move faster, rubbing my clit harder. Your cock pushes into me deeper, you pull it out and push it back in.... deeper... deeper..... all the way inside of me.
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Yes... yes now... now. Oh my god yes I am going to cum. I can feel the rush running thru me. I can feel myself about to cum. I stop playing with myself. I reach behind me and grab the headboard of the bed. I push my hips up as you sit up on your knees. My back is completley arched. You are right up on your knees. Push inside of me again. Hold it right there. Oh god yes I am cumming. Don't stop, don't stop.
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All of a sudden you feel a warm rush of liquid. It runs down my legs, down your legs. The sheets are wet. And by wet I mean soaking wet.  As soon as you feel it you start to pump a little faster. Oh my god that is sexy, you say. I am going to cum. Both of us a pushing into each other, both of us cumming at once. Warm wet liquid pours out of both of us. I lay back down on the bed... you sit back down on your knees.Â
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I can't move. I can't move my body. My body is shaking. That ws the most intense orgasm I have ever had. You roll over next to me, laying beside me enjoying the sensation. Soooo good. So fucking good.

When You're Hot - Part 2: The Other Side of Midnight

Peter_Pan on Sex Stories


Author's Note:

Apologies to the many readers who have written-in the past month despairing let's say, of ever seeing another story or update. As I explained on the Peter_Pan website, the logistics of moving the entire family and possessions to the American midwest has not been without complications, not the least of which being that our computer systems are s

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till midway between Sydney and Philadelphia and will not arrive here in Colorado until mid June. Working off a borrowed laptop has its limitations! Here at least is one sequel that has been requested by many of you.

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  Even as Mark flung wide the driver’s side door, keen you might say, to negotiate some quality time with the young auburn-haired temptress so indelicately sprawled across his two friends in the rear, Julian was heard to mutter, “Let’s take her upstairs guys.”

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   You couldn’t fault his enthusiasm!

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   Needing to maintain at least some degree of perceived modesty as Mark opened the rear door, Kirsty eased herself off the men’s laps, tugging her panties back up as she did so. There was little she could do however to prevent both John and Charles openly groping her breasts as her rear-end exited the car with some hands-on assistance from Mark.Â

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  “C’mon, behave guys,” she giggled, observing as she spoke, that both men were sporting sub-zip erections of the spectacular kind. A hot flush coursed through her body as she realized the potential here for some seriously inappropriate sexual activity in terms of her own under-age bodily involvement. Plan B had never been without substantial risk she knew. Â

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   Attempting to slip his hands down the rear of her panties as she straightened-up, caused her to spin around once more.

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   “I said “behave” Mark,” she leveled at him, then looking around almost nervously, added. “Why have you all brought me here? I have to be home before or my dad will freak.” Trying to cover her breasts as she spoke, was an exercise in utter futility

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  “You will be sweetheart,” Julian replied, taking her gently by the arm. “Trust us, we will get you home by then. In the meantime Kirsty, lets just go upstairs for a while…you weren’t exactly ‘complaining’ on the way here were you?”Â

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   She blushed deeply which just made her look that much more desirable if such be possible.

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   Allowing herself to be led by Julian and Charles, each having a hold of her hand, they crossed a small hallway past what appeared to be an ultra-modern kitchen and ascended the stairs to the upper floor. The view afforded the other three men in her wake, was sufficient to engender words of hushed, if not fully indecent appreciation between them.

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    Not three-quarters up the staircase and Mark could no longer control his burgeoning lust. Grabbing the girl by the hips he pulled Kirsty backwards which caused her to lose her balance, falling to her knees on the ninth riser. Thrusting his hand up between her legs whilst admiring her curvy little bottom in the interim, he began groping her vaginal area lewdly through her panties, his own erection approaching the extremes of desperation itself.

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    Lust is contagious.

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    Turning around, thereby seeing what their friend was doing to the girl, now alternately whimpering and crying-out in shocked disbelief, it was impossible to observe those small jiggling breasts and not be moved to needful involvement oneself.

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    Despite her protests, Kirsty found herself spread-eagled, somewhat uncomfortably it must be said, across the stairs while at least three pairs of hands began tugging her panties down past her knees. She let out a squeak of mortified distress as her none-too hirsute pussy was displayed to the baying hounds on site.

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   “Oh my God,” Patrick muttered. “She looks like a sophomore!” No-one was arguing the point.

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    So pre-occupied was she, both visually and physically, with the digital treatment being afforded her breasts, nipples, inner thighs and increasingly moist labia, she failed to notice Mark freeing-up his penile insert. That is until he crawled into her direct line of vision and placed the head right at the promised land.

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   “Pleaase…” she gasped, “You’re not gonna rape me now are you?” Spreading her legs voluntarily it should be mentioned, did nothing to cement her credibility as a victim of aggravated sexual abuse.

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   “Fuck her Mark,” John was pleading, one hand idly squeezing her left breast as he muttered the words.

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    The girl’s status as a virgin was made apparent not thirty seconds later.

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  “That hurts,” she cried out, even as Mark’s erection barely intruded between those sexy labia. Had Plan B really been that practical? she wondered momentarily. She might have given the situation further contemplation had not Mark taken the bull by the horns as it were and thrust up hard into the young girl right at that second. No need for a second opinion – her scream of genuine discomfort and the presence of a not inconsequential trickle of blood, left no doubt that so far as any hymen was concerned – hers was now ancient history.

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    Probably to the ultimate benefit of both parties, Mark was thrusting up now so hard into the girl she was transported to realms of pleasured indulgence which she had never dreamed might exist. Certainly there had been pain – still was to a degree, but compared to the feelings engendered by what this man was doing to her, it was at the lower end of relevance.

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   “Jesus…” Mark enunciated and none too clearly at that. “She is just so tight, you guys won’t believe it.” All present, intended to check that one out thoroughly you may be sure.

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    With Charles and Julian holding her legs even wider now and Patrick consigned to the role of masturbator-in-chief, the visuals were line ball with Mark’s orgasmic progress. He felt the on-set of that final countdown even as Kirsty began whimpering, her slim hips thrusting up to meet the invader’s determined incursions.

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   “Damn you’re soo hot Kirsty,” Mark stammered. It was his last coherent outpouring as he began jerking inside her, spurting deep that which most young girls like to know they have been responsible for inciting. Barely cognizant of the hands on her breasts and hips, fingers pulling her nipples every which way – and even Patrick’s sticky contribution across her lower abdomen and upper thigh, she felt her own orgasm fanning outwards in concentric circles.

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     “So this is what it feels like?” she pondered, both hands instinctively cupping her seeping pussy - Mark having withdrawn his withering tool of trade. She felt herself floating, fully unaware as yet, of the near carpet-burns across her back consistent with her inelegant sprawl there on Julian’s staircase.

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    Much as John needed to plough a fresh field he had the foresight to recognize that in the long-term they might all – Kirsty especially - be better served doing so in comfort. Certainly, while the sight of a young girl being stripped and raped, half-way up a staircase, generated quite the extremes of passion, his own tastes ran more to the conventional – raping a girl on a nice soft bed!

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    It wasn’t ‘rape’ of course. Kirsty being arguably the most willing “victim” in the history of sexually-abused young ladies. Even as John and Charles led her fully naked to Julian’s master-bedroom, her legs still shaky from their previous exertions, she voiced no objection as the other three men smoothed their hands across her breasts, hips and bottom. She found their joint touch arousing in the extreme and willingly allowed any of them to kiss her passionately.

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    It took a while in fact to reach the bedroom!

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    Splayed-out now on the King size bed, Kirsty’s legs were parted sufficiently that any interested party was able to catch a glimpse of filmy white residue from Mark’s earlier coupling, seeping from her youthful vaginal opening. Assuredly it was doing wonders for John himself who having divested himself of his pants, knelt now on the coverlet between her legs, sporting an expression mid-way between hang-dog and Rasputin on a bad day.

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    That was swiftly to change.

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    The sensation derived as his straining erection negotiated the young girl’s post-virginal freeway was much to his liking. Her’s too if the truth be known, always assuming those gasps of pleasure and up-thrusting hips were anything to go by.

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    With her legs spread to the max and those cute light-brown nipples, erect sentinels on pro-active duty, Kirsty struck a pose that not only inspired John’s increasingly deeper penetration but which cried out for the other four’s self-therapeutic involvement. Patrick in fact was frigging himself senseless again, right alongside her upper chest while Charles had in mind a smidgeon of sub-abdominal redecoration it appeared. Mark, invigorated once more, was working the lathe just centimeters from her left cheek as Julian pumped his erection in close proximity to her right breast….heaving little mound, as it presented itself right about then.

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    Kirsty lay with her arms high above her head, disheveled hair fanning out either side of her and more often than not now, with her eyes closed, wriggling in lustful pleasure. That which John was doing to her addled her senses and all she could ponder was how to prolong the incredible high she was experiencing. Whimpering aloud “Fuck me harder…please” was a realistically positive step so far as that particular aspiration was concerned.

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    The outcome was never in doubt. John’s orgasm was swift and decisive. Even as he jerked about like a marionette, filling the void with hot sticky gel, Kirsty felt the first of a multi-part orgasm originating from somewhere between her legs. Whether the shock wave reached her breasts ahead of Julian’s spurts of hot semen is a mute point – the end result was a bi-lateral success.

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    Encouraged visually no doubt by his friend’s fully decadent treatment of so young a girl, Mark found himself jetting a stream of his own skin-softener clear across Kirsty’s face. The teenager gasped in justifiable surprise, being fully unfamiliar with so erotic a sensation. Charle’s orgasm meanwhile – fully triggered by the sight of glistening cum trickling down Kirsty’s cheeks and breasts, emptied his twin receptacles across her flatlands, leaving a trail of sticky white indecency all the way from her belly button to that hot little vaginal mound. Patrick had cum simultaneously, adding copious amounts of warm DNA to that already resident across her nipples.

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    The girl was a mess!

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    For a while no one had much to say. Kirsty was idly toying with a glob of procreative gel as it slid down her left cheek. Knowing she had caused all these men to ejaculate just made her all the hotter. Her pussy felt deliciously squishy and she was aware of hot cum trickling out of her and down her inner thighs. Somewhat anaesthetized by the men’s sexual dealings, she could have put up no resistance whatever their immediate intentions.

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    Julian obviously had specific intentions!

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   “Get on your knees Kirsty would you?” he asked hopefully.

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    She looked up at him quizzically. “My knees??”

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    “Yes sweetie – your hands and knees.” He stammered none too confidently. “Really, you’ll like it. I’m not going to hurt you - I promise.”

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    Not fully trusting him but too far gone sexually to argue, she did as he asked, kneeling then center quilt – the image of beauty if not lustful fantasy. For a moment they all stared at her. Pronounced hips and slim legs – the domain of only the fortunate few. Taut yet proud breasts defining her youthful sex, just partially hidden by naturally wavy hair that cascaded off her pretty shoulders. She was a vision of desire – even for five men just recently drained of their most basic sexual component.

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    And then there was that incomparably sculptured rear-end.

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    Julian laid a hand on her bottom. “God you are just soo sexy Kirsty,’ he whispered, as he began smoothing over those white-hot curves as the girl flinched perceptibly – expecting maybe to be spanked. Such a concept had already presented itself as a most viable opportunity to Julian but was contained, by virtue of his not wishing to demean the girl further. Besides he had alternate plans.

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   Easing up close behind her, he now placed both hands on her rear-end and commenced fondling her from hips to thigh, allowing his hands to inch their way ever inland. She in turn began wriggling her bottom in pleasure with the full knowledge of just how sexy an aspect she was presenting to all on site. Julian’s hand slipped up between her legs and he inserted a finger deep inside her pussy which was still divesting itself of the men’s semen string by sticky string. Kirsty gasped as he entered her but maintained her poise….and pose! John and Charles took the opportunity to fondle her breasts gently while Patrick raised her head slightly and began to kiss her.

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    Kirsty’s body was simply on fire with the attentions being paid her. She couldn’t help thrusting back on to Julian’s hand instinctively. Murmuring as the men began groping her breasts and pulling gently on her nipples. Her eyes opened wide and she gave a small gasp as Julian replaced his finger with something way more substantial.

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    Even as he slipped into that well-lubricated passage, Kirsty turned her head, glancing at her much older partner, an expression of utter satisfaction quite evident.

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    “Do you like that?’ Julian whispered, thrusting deeper. If she could have purred, she would have.

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    “Fuck her senseless,” Mark contributed from across the bed. He never had been noted for his cultural restraint.

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    As Julian engaged turbo, John manouevered himself between the girl’s arms and with but the slightest adjustment, began sucking her right nipple feverishly. Charles saw no reason not to follow suit. The flow-on effect for Kirsty was both immediate and dynamic. Never having been openly suckled, the combined sensation of the men drawing down on her teats while Julian penetrated her almost to her cervical buffer was sufficient to have her crying out in ecstasy – something you could hardly categorize as being detrimental to their group cause.

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   Improbable as you might imagine, but somehow Julian dredged up reserves of the good stuff that he left as a calling card deep within the girl’s abused pussy. Kirsty then cried out as another orgasm transported her to as yet un-traveled realms. Her inflamed nipples tingled as the outbound tsunami radiated north.

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    By the time Patrick and Charles had completed their tours of duty additionally, all six sank to the coverlet exhausted, Julian’s arm resting almost lovingly across the girl’s palpably smooth bottom. One can only speculate what any filmed recording might have brought on eBay!

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    Kirsty recovered her composure first – girls usually do! Glancing across at the bed-side alarm she saw to her horror that it was now 12.18. am.

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   “Look, I really have to go home,” she announced – some might say hopefully! “I am so sore guys,” she added ruefully, patting her ravaged slit delicately.

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     Luckily for her, the five of them were at heart – gentleman. Patrick offered to return to the car and retrieve her clothes and clutch-bag; her panties of course were still resident on the staircase somewhere. By the time he returned, Kirsty was hunched up between them all, hugging her knees and with little or nothing on show that might be described as indiscreet.

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   “Thanks,” she said, smiling prettily as he tossed her stuff, including those hot little floral panties, at her feet.

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    When no-one moved she looked-up enquiringly. “Um...I hafta get dressed guys?”

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   “So, get dressed sweetheart,’ Mark leered across at her. The others watched her reaction.

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    She glanced across at him. “What? You mean like in front of you all?”

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   “Well why not Kirsty…you just let us fuck you??” he replied grinning. One could not fault his logic.

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     Having no time to argue the point, getting home being her sole priority, she tossed them all a withering smile and rescuing her panties, slid them provocatively back to home base. Ten eyes observed that erotic journey – they were accompanied one imagines by ten very dry mouths.

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    Certainly playing to a captive audience, Kirsty then retrieved her bra, skimpy little item that it was, and kneeling there center-quilt, proceeded to wriggle into the thing taking twice as long as necessary to hook it up.

   “You really are a little slut,” Patrick grinned, making a grab for her arm. They had her breasts out and her panties half-way down that cute little crack when they heard someone’s cell-phone ringing.Â

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   “It’s Kirsty’s,” John said, pulling the flip-top from her clutch-bag. Trying to preserve a modicum of decency by holding her bra cups in place with one hand, she took the phone from her tormentor.

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   “Oh Dad…..yeah I’m so sorry, guess I lost track of the time.” Following what sounded like some in-depth questioning, she wriggled free of Julian’s fingers as he attempted to slide them beneath the leg of her panties. “Where am I? Oh just at a girlfriend’s place Dad but its OK I’m getting a lift home in a few minutes.” She shot a glance backwards at Charles as he started to unhook her bra once more. “Stop it!” she hissed under her breath.

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  “Who you talking to Kirsty?” her father asked audibly.

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  “Ohhh nothing dad, just one of the girls being silly…” she replied.

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    More brief conversation ensued and Kirsty covered up the phone…

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   “What’s the address here?” she asked. “Dad’s gonna pick me up. He doesn’t want me getting a lift at this time of night.” Julian told her.

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   “No that's just my girlfriend’s bro dad,” she answered slowly – the caller apparently asking the origin of so obvious a male voice.

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   Some further small-talk and Kirsty closed up the phone. Several vitally interested parties moved-in like an army battalion mid exercise.

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   “No way guys,” she giggled, “My dad will be here soon – sorry I have to finish getting dressed.”

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    Wriggling into her skirt was easy, watching her do it - even easier. Peeling her stockings back up as she sat on the edge of the bed however, was not without its complexity – especially at the point she suddenly found two pairs of hands insinuating themselves up between her thighs, strategically in reach of the front of her panties. She tried tugging the offending items out of the danger zone but finding herself suddenly pulled backwards on to the coverlet with the hem of her skirt hiked up to so indecent a level her knickers were once more on show…she began crying out to be freed.

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   Trouble is…the sensation of having so many hands up her skirt and with their companions beginning to re-examine the contents of her bra, it made it that much harder to resist her captors’ advances. At the point John reintroduced his finger to her sublimely wet and sticky pussy and Mark had managed to free-up her breasts once again, the game was back at square one.

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   Unluckily for her they didn’t need to throw a six first.

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My girlfriend's mom

tobememe on Sex Stories


It was a normal Saturday morning, which unfortuntly meant I had nothing to do. Usually, if I felt bored enough I'd go and visit my girlfriend's house, although now-a-days things had gotten out of hand when it came to our relationship.

I am a 19-year-old with no job and no future prospects mainly due to the fact that while studying at school I dedicated the majority of my time to sex, booze and my band. I had black strait hair, about long enough to cover my ears from the back. To the front I had a fringe that partially covered my right eye and I almost always wore a baseball cap whether that be indoors or outdoors.

All of the girls fancied me because of my amazing body and because of my massive cock. It was 9 inch long and had plea
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sured many of a girls pussy. I was also in a band which helped my 'street-cred'. The only reason I was with Ebony, my girlfriend, was because of her massive breasts, about 34D, and the fact that I had had a bet with my mates and didn't quite know how to end it.

This particular day I felt horny and i wanted a fuck, unluckily for me it would have to be with Ebony seeing as she was rather popular and news would spread about my affairs rather quickly. Deciding she wasn't that bad, I got changed into my black skinny jeans, black converse and pulled on a 'muse' band tee-shirt. I picked up a green baseball cap and my car keys on my way towards the exit of my house and towards the drive where my car was expertly parked up the steep hill.

Before I knew it I had arrived outside Ebony's small house, not far from where I, myself, lived. She also lived with her mum, who I hadn't seen much of through out my 2 month relationship with Ebony. From how she had described her mother she sounded like a work-a-holic in a rubbish job waxing other people's nether lands.

I walked up the houses small drive and pushed my side fringe further over my right eye and carefully re-arranged my hat before knocking on the front door. I eventually knocked 2 times before it was answered.

A tall, busty woman who appeared to be around the age of 20-25 answered the door. As soon as I saw her face I felt my cock getting harder. Her hair was black, long and strait flowing down her back. Her face the most beautiful I had seen in my entire life, with her skin completely blemish free giving her the appearance of radiating with some kind of angel like beauty. Her breasts were even bigger than Ebony's and I couldn't wait to snuggle up in between them and make hard, passionate love to her. I didn't care if she was my girlfriends mum, I wanted her, she was hot!

'Is Ebony in at the moment?' I said, my eyes fixed on the beauty of her face. Part of her could tell I wanted her, I could tell this from the way she stared back at me.
'Not yet, she's doing the night shift at work again.' She replied while holding the door open and grabbing some washing with the other hand. I looked past her and into the house for a second, noticing all of the scattered washing everywhere.
'You want some help with that? I'm surprisingly good with the iron.' I asked trying to sound funny and also trying to buy my way into her good books.
'Thank you so much! I wondered when some one could come and save me from all this washing!' she said opening the door wider to allow me in, I brushed past her feeling her breasts against my chest for a quick second.
'I didn't expect you to be this hot.' I said laughing to myself while picking up some towels and folding them. Ebony's mum now looked over at me and smiled, bending down to load the washing machine but also giving me an amazing view of her cleaveridge.
'Well you aren't bad yourself I suppose' She said now standing up and walking towards me. 'Pass me that bra.' She said reaching out to the table behind me while pressing her body near mine, pretending she couldn't reach when she could.

I picked up the pink lacy bra and handed it over to her.
'I hope that belongs to you.' I said, beginning to unbutton her tight blouse.
'The one I'm wearing is alot more erotic.' She said almost kissing my lips, but teasing them first. I could now feel my cock getting hard and I knew I was really excited, this woman was a god!
I moved in for the kiss and soon we were locked in a passionate embrace, her chest pressed against mine with her blouse open. My eyes now open looked around the room for some kind of work top to put her on ready for the action.

I pulled the rest of her blouse off and threw it on the floor amongst the rest of the washing dotted around the small, confined kitchen. I now began pushing her towards the small, round dining table behind us a slight distance away, before long i had gently pushed her on top of it.
'Get your top off then.' She said while lying on the table allowing her long, luscious, black hair to cover her left breast.
I smiled broadly then lifted by t-shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. She looked at my chest in wonder, revealing a big tattoo of a eagle on my left chest with the nipple also being pierced.

I climbed onto the precarious table and threw my hat onto the floor, now saddling her and around about where her pussy was. My cock was now getting harder and harder, she could probably feel it against her legs right now. I placed my tongue in her ear as i went round the back of her bra and slowly undone the some times tricky buttons until finally it clicked off revealing her amazing breasts! the nipple was erect, erect as my dick. I pulled the bra from her and let it fall to the ground before returning to licking her ear. Our nipples now rubbing against each other. A slight moan coming from Ebony's mum's lips now. I now felt the need to move down to her stomach, god she was so perfect, her stomach so soft I could lick it all day. Now, after satisfying her with that I decided it was time to move up to the breasts. As I licked the rim of her nipple she began undoing my belt and my jeans revealing, she wanted my cock.

I began sucking her erect nipple, her body shuddering and moaning at the same time, while, some how she managed to undo my belt buckle and pull my jeans off down to my ankles. I began undoing her jeans zip revealing laced thongs matching the sexy bra she was once wearing. My cock now discharging pre-cum into my black boxers, they were tight enough for Ebony's mum to realize that I had a rock hard cock right at this moment in time.
'let me suck it' She said, panting while sitting up with me. I stood down from the table and pulled threw away the pile of clothes from the area. Ebony's mum also stepped down from the table who had removed her panties revealing her shaven pussy, seeing this made me get even harder and I felt like I could cum already.

She knelt down and stared at the bulge in my boxers, her eyes widened at the thought of how big, hard and juicy it must be. Her long, black nails gently scratched down my thigh as she pulled down my tight boxers.
'oh that's a nice cock. I'm gunna suck it dry for you.' She said, her tone of voice had changed, I knew she was excited two, I wondered how wet her pussy was.

I braced myself for the pleasure to come, as her big, luscious red lips neared closer to my wet, juicy cock. It was now hard and nearing it's 9 inch erect state. I felt her tongue first, my body jilted slightly at how amazing the feeling was, I placed my hand onto the near by wall for any support I may need as the pleasure got more immense. Now her lips were around my cock caressing it while her tongue licking all of the pre-cum up. Now she had my cock to the back of her throat, oh god I could feel an orgasm coming up, I could feel the hot cum churning up from inside my balls.
I began to force her head into my cock, my eyes now closed and my body moving in the rhythm to her face.
My stomach now cramping up as I felt myself orgasm and the cum burst from my massive cock and into her mouth. She pulled back and let my hot cum dribble down her mouth and she swallowed some and let some drip away. I was now panting hard hardly able to stand up with my cock stood firm and high in a dominant erect position.
'Let me eat you out you whore' I said while grabbing her hand and directing her towards the living room where i next threw her onto the red, soft sofa and lay her in a 69 position. She was smaller than me sock my cock was in a stretch of her arms length, allowing her to wank me off as I eat her out.

I caressed the smooth skin around her pussy and also felt her clit searching around for the small knob I knew gave women pleasure. I began licking this knob hearing a gentle moan from Ebony's mum, but despite this pleasure she wanted me to go furthur and eat her pussy out. I licked the rim, her pussy tasting so amazing, and began shoving my tongue deep into her pussy, her body moving to the rhythm of my tongue as I got deeper and deeper inside her. The pleasure from her gentle hands on my hard, erect cock urging me on to lick her harder and harder until I felt her body get rigid and start to get ready for an orgasm. Her breath getting faster and deeper as I carried on until she finally orgasmed letting a little bit of warm cum into my mouth.

'Fuck me now! Now! uhhh baby, ohhh' Said Ebony's mum with a mixture of moaning and sternness to her voice. I turned my body around and now faced her face again, my cock resting between her legs but not yet penetrating her warm, wet pussy. The pussy that tasted so amazing. I began to kiss her lips again passionately and slowly while directing my hard, throbbing cock between her legs and into her pussy. As soon as it was in she let out a long moan. I started off slow at first but as her body became more and more rigid I sped up until both our body's came into a perfect synchronization with each other until I could feel both our body's ready for another orgasm. I carried on, her body shuddering and more and more immense moans came from her until a massive explosion of pleasure came for both of us. My cum spilling from inside her pussy as I had produced to much, it now began to spill onto the sofa and onto Ebony's mum's stomach but this was something she enjoyed being covered in.

We both lay on top of each other in a mixture of cum and pussy juice.
'we need to get cleaned up and sort the house out before Ebony gets back from work' I said while panting into Ebony's mum's ear.
'relax we still have 3 hours, in the mean time we can take a shower to clean ourselves up then clean up this naughty mess we've made.' Said Ebony's mum who was now ready to go upstairs and share a shower with me. 'Make sure our friend there is still nice and hard' She said while getting up and caressing my still hard cock. I smiled and grabbed her hand as we waltzed upstairs into the bathroom.

We began washing ourselves of our body fluids washing away an evidence that this had just happened, yet deep inside I knew this would happen again, we both knew. We had sex stood up both orgasming each before finally leaving an hour and a half to clean up the house to make sure Ebony would never find out what happened here. Between me, her boyfriend, and her mum.

'When will I see you again?' Asked Ebony's mum cleaning the rest up of my cum. See now had a dressing gown on with her hair tied up in a loose ponytail.
'Soon I hope. I'll call round sometime' I said while grabbing my car keys from out of my pocket and placing my baseball cap on top of my head to its rightful position.