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2014 miss india, Teenager secretly works in a glory hole booth. Her last visitor of the night has the perfect cock, but what’s… My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!”

In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to… Part 1 – An Acquired Taste “So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?” Smiling, my wife sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me “It’d better be good.” Uh-oh. I’d completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it. “You forgot, didn’t you.” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you – if looks could kill . . . “As a matter of fact,” I replied, “I didn’t.” Thinking quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her magnificent globes of flesh. “I just figured that, for once, I’d give you something you really want.” “Really?” She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me “Well, what is it . . .” Giving her my biggest smile, I told her “Anything you want.” “Huh?” “I mean it.” Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them softly. She always liked that. “You tell me what you want, and it’s yours. I put away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my schedule for the weekend. I’m prepared for anything you come up with.” I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing. “Are you covering?” she asked me, clearly uncertain. “I mean, did you really plan this?” “You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means something to you.” “Hmm . . .” Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. “That’s a tough one.” Then, smiling, she asked, “Do you really mean anything?” “Yup.” I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out now. “You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance.” “Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas.” Kissing the top of my head, she slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let her black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me “Give me till dinner. You’d better believe I’m not gonna waste this.” As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we’d first met, she’d been a pretty wild gal. I’d loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me. She’d proposed some really kinky stuff in the past, and I’d tried a few things just to keep her happy, but I don’t think she’d ever really opened up. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre. “You gotta go through with it, Mark.” Tossing the rest of the toast in the garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she’d show some mercy. “After all,” I tried to reassure myself, “What’s one night compared to the lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?” “Mark!” Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, “Meet me in the bathroom!” The bathroom? I knew I had said ‘anything’, but what the hell could you do in the bathroom? “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman standing before me couldn’t be the woman I had married. Not that I minded the look – not at all – it’s just that I’d never seen her like that before. “Wow,” I told her, whistling softly. “Is that all you can say?” I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work. “You’ve had a busy afternoon.” “Mmm. Do you like?” “Oh yes, Mark like very much!” She had taken her straight, blonde hair and transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long extensions to her fingers. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had really laid the make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned me on. It was like the old days all over again. “Good. The only thing left to do is shave.” “And what? Do you want me to watch?” “Nope. You’re the one who’s going to get shaved.” As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She’d hinted at it for a long time, and I guess this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well, if this was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it. “Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up.” Five minutes later and a full year of work was down the drain – literally. I can’t remember what it was that had caused me to grow a mustache, but I had liked it. She hadn’t. “There, that looks so much better.” “You think so?” Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked strange – naked almost. “Sure do.” Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added, “Feels much better to.” When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed “So, that was your birthday wish?” For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “Not even close, buster. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to use it all.” That wasn’t quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now. Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her “Well then, what’s next?” “Hmm. Follow me.” Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she had done to the place. She’d draped heavy black curtains over all the windows, placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the video-camera in the far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, “Is that rubber?” “Close enough. It’s latex.” As she hunted through her dresser, she added “They’re really fun when wet, and they’re easy to clean up.” Then, her hands hidden behind her, she added “Trust me, we’re gonna need ’em.” “Whatever.” I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting worried again. What the hell had I gotten myself into? “Lay down,” she told me, “And spread your arms and legs.” I knew what was coming next. We’d played this game a few times before, and I’d actually enjoyed some of it. “As least use the padded ones, please?” “Nope. This is my show. Remember that.” A minute-and-a-half later, and I was handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts. As such, I was powerless to resist when she slipped the blindfold over my face. “Hey, what are you doing?” This was new, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Not knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what she was doing now was quite another. “Shh, it’s supposed to heighten your other senses.” Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the first thing I noticed was the scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body squeaking and squelching against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I found out. “Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah.” One thing I had always loved about Vicky’s wild years was that they had taught her to become a champion cock-sucker. Many’s the morning I’ve woken up to find her pretty lips wrapped around my dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And tonight she was in rare form. She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but quickly progressed from there. Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing in the up ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time, eventually ending up with her lips pressed up against my balls. “Ohhh, fuck yeah.” Groaning, my only regret was that I couldn’t see the bulge my cock made in her throat. That always turned me on. “You like that, eh?” she teased, releasing me from her mouth. “Would Mark like some more?” That was a stupid question. “You know I do, you slut.” “Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours.” For a moment, I was afraid that meant the blowjob was over, but she added “Then again, I think I would like some more.” This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow it all on the first try, kissing my balls again. “Oh, christ!” If she had even moved, I would have cum right then and there. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just held me in her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did something she had never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me before, she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me deeper and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but a minute later she had my cock down her throat and my balls in her mouthcuckold sex stories “Holy shit!” I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock and I knew I would cum any minute now. She had her lips lock around the base of my sac, was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time! “That’s it!” I growled, “Here it comes!” The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach, but she quickly pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my explosion of cum. As I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of the creamy white stuff shoot out and fill her mouth to overflowing, I thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum so hard and so long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that weekend, I suddenly wasn’t so worried. I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock, but I couldn’t blame her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off my face, I could only imagine what she must look like – her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk thanks to the cum inside, with little streams of it running down either side of her mouth. Smiling at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as a final spurt of cum shot out to cover my stomach. “That was incredible,” I panted, still unable to believe how hard I’d cum. “If that’s the kind of stuff you wanna do for your birthday, I think we should have one every day.” “Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn’t you know that?” “Oh well, it’ll get us through the weekend at least,” I joked. “Mmmm, that was nice.” Smacking her lips together, she climbed off the bed and walked across the room, presumably back to her magic dresser. “Hey, where’d ya go?” “Don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear a moment later, “I’m not going anywhere. Yet.” Not giving me time to ask what she meant, Vicky moved down the bed and began rubbing something against my cum-covered stomach. “Hey!” I yelped, “That’s cold!” “Hmmm, not for long.” She must have stayed down there for a good two or three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and the room went silent. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt my worries coming back. This was torture! “Ah, honey?” I asked. “What are you do – urk.” I gagged on the last word as she shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really pushing. “Mmmph! Hmmmph!” Finally, she let go, but I still couldn’t push the object out of my mouth. Then, as the initial panic faded away, I realized what it was. “Ohhh, you look so pretty,” she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face, she asked “Don’t you just love it!” The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had done – not that I needed it. She had fitted her favourite penis-gag over my face, but only after coating it with my cum. I wanted nothing more than to spit it out, run to the bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn’t. It was as secure as my handcuffs, and she knew it. “Now, Mark, I’m gonna go out for a few hours, but I’ll be back to play some more later.” Slipping a tape in the VCR, she hit ‘play’ and smiled. “I think you’ll like this one,” she told me, “I do.” As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered plastic dick she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a woman giving a blowjob. How fitting. “I threw five of my favourites on this tape – that’s almost eight hours – so I don’t think you’ll get bored.” As she finished putting on her jewelry, she gasped and said “Ooops! I almost forgot.” Grabbing the remote from the floor, she cranked the volume up to thirty – a setting we usually only used for music videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me “These tapes have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it. Every scream, every cry, every grunt and every groan. Not only that, but the women really love to talk dirty about what they’re doing.” Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading eyes, I hoped she’d at least remove the gag. Far from it, she squeezed my cheeks and laughed “Smile, honey – you’re on candid camera!” It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping in surprise, I couldn’t help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat, aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what she had gotten myself into. Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on the nose and was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make the best of things and enjoy the video, even if I couldn’t masturbate to it. That was when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits. At first I couldn’t understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another guy! Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming “-it! Oh yeah, you look so pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that meat, baby, lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum! Mmm, don’t fight it baby, just-“ I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was just as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide the pictures – but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the video over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again. It was gonna be a long night. “Hi, baby!” “Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh.” “Sorry, darling, but I can’t understand a fucking word you say.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed she smiled and told me “You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” “Uuuaaaggghhh!” It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no way to make her understand me. What’s more, every time I tried to say something, my tongue kept coming up against the pink-prick she’d shoved in there, reminding me what that odd taste was. “Mmm. I see you’re enjoying the show.” As her nail traced a line up and down my erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four hours I had been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally raped while girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them on. I could only hope that the video wasn’t a preview of what she had planned for me. “Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?” “Mmmnnngghhh.” Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously. “Would you like me to help?” Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and down. I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take what was offered. It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever seen it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so incredible, it was painful. “Come on, Markie, cum for me.” Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating hand, Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment I was able to forget the movie playing behind her and focussed only on the two of us. As bizarre as the situation was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy it. “Unnnggghhh!” Bucking my hips off the bed – as far as the handcuffs would allow – I watched as my cock literally exploded, showering the two of us with cum. It looked like a fucking firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads of gooey semen, spurting so fast you’d almost swear it was a steady stream. “Ooohhh, yesss!” Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at me, allowing a few spurts to land on my face before dying away to splatter against my chest and stomach. To my surprise it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful for the gag. At least I wouldn’t have to taste any more of it. “That was wonderful, dear. We’ll have to watch TV together a lot more from now on.” Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot as I feared what she was looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I knew she had. Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small pink funnel. She had one finger over the bottom – to keep it from leaking – and I could see that it was filling up rather quickly. Finally, she’d gathered all she could and she slowly crawled up the bed toward me. “Ooops! I almost spilled some,” she giggled, almost sliding off the bed, thanks to the sweat-slickened latex sheets. “I told you these were fun!” Then, kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from my face – or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began spreading it aroundtaboo amateur sex stories Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her cummy fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung, bringing tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she cooed, “But you made me slip.” Waiting for me to look at her, she warned, “You have two eyes . . .” and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained motionless as she finished my sperm-facial. “Oh, you look so pretty,” she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. “You know, some of the whores downtown just swear by this stuff. Call it nature’s most perfect beauty aid.” Stopping for a moment in order to enjoy her work, she nodded thoughtfully and told me “Looking at you now, I’d have to say they were right!” Grimacing in disgust, I hoped that somehow, I would be spared the further humiliation of seeing this on tape. Maybe she left the lens cap on. Maybe the tape would run out. Maybe the power would go out. Anything, to salvage what little dignity I had left. Next thing I knew, she was running a cum-covered finger over my gag as she leaned down and whispered “If you like that, you’re gonna love this!” With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the funnel in the hole. Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me and said “We’re gonna fill it up good! Bet ya never thought of using it like this, hmm?” She was right. We’d filled the dildo portion of the gag with things like beer and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked. I had never imagined anything like this. Oh well, at least I knew she couldn’t force me to suck it. Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind. “Ooohh! We filled it right to the top,” she laughed, withdrawing the funnel to allow a small stream of semen to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head between her knees – so I wouldn’t turn and spill the cum – she asked “Are you ready for me to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do on TV?” Unable to shake my head ‘no’, I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much I didn’t want to do this. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small rubber ball with a nozzle on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for the gag. “This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks,” she complained, “But was worth every penny.” Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned and told me “Open wide, my darling cumslut – here it cums!” Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a load of my own cum into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed and again and again I felt my mouth being filled with cum. I had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting it too much. In the end, it made no difference – I’d be tasting my own cum well after she removed the gag. “Well, now that you’ve been milked and fed, I’m gonna go downstairs and play with my new friends.” Removing the pump, she sealed the dildo shut and climbed off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began peeling off her clothes, exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a man, on all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being mouth-fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high stiletto-heeled bitch boots. “Mmm. Do you like it?” she asked, now fully naked. “It’s a birthday present from my new friends.” Giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle as she left the room, she told me “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll bring some of them upstairs to play with you. Would you like that?” I started to shake my head ‘no’, but she slammed the door shut as soon as she finished the question. Painfully aware of the sounds and picture coming from the TV, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I wondered again what the hell had I gotten myself into. For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore the video but becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation I found myself in. For the most part, I might have been able to withstand the constant audio and visual stimulation, but there was one scene in particular that I couldn’t forget. It was at the beginning of the fourth movie – approximately five hours into the tape – and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore, late-night TV porn by comparison. It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended to by a huge titted nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small, she was deep-throating him while he fondled her tits. I don’t know if it was the outfit or a sign of her arousal, but her nipples looked like they were going to rip through the material at any moment. Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the nurse pulled away and clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping them there until the moment passed. Sympathetic to his predicament – after all, I couldn’t cum either – I watched in awe as the nurse removed her top, revealing a pair of whoppers that were even bigger than I had dared imagine. “Shit! Your bra is fuckin’ soaked,” the guy growled. “You must be one hot bitch to sweat that much!” The nurse just laughed – the same kind of laugh Vicky had been using with me all night. I was immediately suspicious. A moment later I saw just how right I was when she ripped off her bra and began squeezing her tits, showering her patient with jets of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken much interest in lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert. About ten minutes later – by which time the guy’s chest and face were literally saturated with titmilk – another nurse came in, locking the door. Except for her blonde hair, she could have been an identical twin to the redhead currently feeding the patient. “Hey, it’s supposed to be my turn to feed him,” she complained, already whipping off her top and bra. “Mmm. Go right ahead,” the other nurse sighed, “I don’t think there’s any danger in our patient getting full.” The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too involved in suckling at the redhead’s tit to say anything more. Shrugging, the blonde came over to the bed and began adding her own milk to the mess. Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and shoot the other with a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept up for much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any physical stimulation at all. “Well,” moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, “He’s been fed and bathed, but I can’t help but think we’re forgetting something.” The redhead smiled and responded “Dessert.” Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening, the two nurses pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began attaching him to the various traction pulleys and straps hanging from the ceiling. He seemed nervous, but was evidently willing to go along with whatever they had in mind. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I had no more idea what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the rest of the tape, knew it would be nothing good. I was right. In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the guy fully restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the blonde went to get something from the bathroom, the redhead quickly used the traction equipment to put the patient in a frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still lying on his back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed. His body was bent almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow above his head, and his cock just a few inches from his mouth. “Is he ready?” asked the blonde, returning from the bathroom. “Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch.” Smiling, the blonde proceeded to give the poor guy an enema while the redhead forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the traction restraints a little help, she climbed on the bed, grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock to penetrate deeper and deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in disgust, but the two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other actions, keeping me fully informed. And, when I heard the explosive groan and resulting choking sounds, I knew that the guy had been forced to cum down his own throat. Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the scene, the first twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough to ensure that my erection remained solid. “Hi, honey!” Startled by the voice, I looked up to find eight naked guys carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth held it open. “Sorry to leave you out of our fun for so long, but we kind of got carried away.” If she was aware of the pun, she gave no sign. Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by the sweat on their bodies, my wife’s dishevelled hair, and the guy’s limp cocks, I could only hope they were too spent to do anything to me. As I was to find out, that was entirely the idea. “We’ve got a really special treat for you,” Vicky cooed from her perch. She was resting comfortably in the grasp of eight muscular men, with one for each foot, knee, butt-cheek, and armpit. “You know,” she told me, “They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too but, since it’s my birthday, I’m changing the rules.” As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed my penis-gag. Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing, but he clamped a hand over my mouth at the first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as close to the wall as he could and waited for his friends to bring my wife over. “As you’ve probably guessed,” she told me, “These fine young men have all had my cake – or pie, I guess – but I’ve saved the eating part just for you.” At that, the guy nearest the bed took his hand from my mouth and placed some kind of clamp on my nose. “Ow! That fucking hurts!” I cursed, feeling the pressure on my nose. “What the hell do you think -” Suddenly, I was unable to continue the sentence as the eight guys carefully dropped my wife on my face, making sure her gaping, raw pussy was directly over my mouth. That wouldn’t have been so bad – actually, it could have been a lot of fun – but even before her lips touched mine, I felt a colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth. Surprise, I swallowed it, only to be rewarded with what seemed an inexhaustible supply from her pussy. “Ohhh, yesss.” Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard and ground herself against me. As she did, one of the guys – the one who held the door and gave me my noseplug – bent over and told me what had gone on downstairs. “You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right into the bar, flashed her tits and asked who wanted more. Then she flashed her pussy and invited everyone to come fuck her brains out.” “Yeah,” added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper in my other ear, “We all fucked her at least twice, and some of us three times. And, during it all, she kept her pussy propped up on a pile of pillows, telling us to make sure we filled ‘er up good.”teen sex storiesDisgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was quickly reaching my limit. When a third guy came over to replace the first, I knew I was a goner. “When we was done,” he rasped, “Your bitch had us all jerk off all over her cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and out.” Ramming a fist down on my stomach, he forced me to take another breath, and receive another load of semen in the process. “That’s almost thirty loads of cum, man.” “Oh, fuck yes!” Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole neighbourhood. “I let a bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark, and I saved all their ooeey, gooeey, hot and tasty cum for you!” Frantically humping my face while the guys took turns punching my stomach, forcing me to take all she had to offer, she cried “Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That’s how I like it, hon. Suck my pussy! Eat their cum! Drain me like I drained them!” For a minute, I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was talking about. She made it sound like I was an active participant in this bizarre orgy, instead of a reluctant, force-fed cuckold. “Oh, man! He’s really lapping it up!” cried on of the guys. “Shit! He’s sucking our cum from her like a baby at a mother’s tit.” “Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he’s got!” Yet another guy laughed. “Of course he does! When he’s done cleaning up our generous helpings of semen-surprise, he’s gonna want dessert!” What the hell were they talking about? Could they really believe I was a willing participant in this debauchery? I wanted nothing more than to escape, puke my guts out, take a long shower, and get as far away from this madwoman I called my wife as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the unending streams of cum dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if I was to breathe. What’s more, she hadn’t left me much room to breathe, and everytime I inhaled, I helped suck out a little more cum. “Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself,” one the guys whispered in my ear. “After all, we got all this on video and it’ll certainly give the impression you’re enjoying yourself.” He was right! Terror slowly replacing my disgust, I listened while he idly speculated as to what my boss, co-workers, friends, and family might think of my performance. “Thank you, honey,” Vicky panted from above, “This was the greatest birthday present I could have ever hoped for.” Giggling as she rode my face, she gasped “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for next weekend.” Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same thing. Part 2 – Something New on the Menu “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh shit, that feels soooo gooood!” Thrashing about wildly, Vicky squealed in delight. For the past three hours I had watched, helpless and bound, as she was fucked by stranger after stranger after stranger. Duct-taped to one of our kitchen chairs, I was an unwilling spectator to a live gangbang, starring my wife. I don’t know how many of them there were, but when I lost count about an hour ago, she was up to seventeen. “Aw, what’s the matter honey?” Turning her head to look my way, she asked “Do you feel left out? Poor baby.” Smiling, she assured me “You’ll get yours soon enough, I promise.” That’s what I was afraid of. Just a week ago – had it really been that long? – she had allowed another group of strangers to use her like some cheap whore. And then, when they had finished dumping their loads in her twat, they had dropped her on my face and forced me to clean their cum from her hole. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she had videotaped the whole thing while she and the guys shouted their encouragement, giving the illusion that I was enjoying myself! “More! More!” Covered in a thick sheen of sweat – not all of it hers – Vicky raised herself up on her elbows and begged for more. “Please, I need you to fill me again!” Gasping and panting from exhaustion, she offered “If you want a change, take my ass. Anything. Just take those fucking tools and impale me!” “Ah, what about the rubbers?” “Yeah,” asked another guy, “You said we weren’t supposed to take ’em off.” B

My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts. Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for ‘strange’ satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife fucking others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes and swinging and the like. I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn’t get her to go there. We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn’t bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan. Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself. I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm’s Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn’t care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy, she wouldn’t relent. She stated her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing and she had no desire to dress “trashy and flashy”. I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the “trashy and flash” by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn’t “trashy and flashy”, yet was still sexy. She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn’t ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt. When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn’t be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed. Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn’t gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my ‘partner in crime’ as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn’t just a white man fantasy. So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita’s was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn’t have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk. After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous. After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52″ home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it. When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on. We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.wife fuck friend sex storiesRolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita’s, Pot, the fucking on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran. I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand. My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn’t be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn’t see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them. This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along. I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome’s signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn’t stop kissing me. So far so good. Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome’s efforts were having the desired effect. I don’t know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn’t care, she hadn’t protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife’s kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers. Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife’s cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome’s larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue. I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome’s probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered “Suck me baby.” as I unfastened the fly of my pants. My erect cock sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome’s finger fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que. Bending over my wife’s bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife’s lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife’s nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed this milestone. Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn’t like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife’s lust bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome. The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife’s splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome’s was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife’s wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife’s pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration. The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said don’t you think its time to put a stop to this.sex storyAt that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife’s tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped sucking my cock momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome’s belly slap against my wife’s ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this fucking cock was stretching her too, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking. As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra. The slapping noise that Gerome’s fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife’s breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my cock even more vigorously. After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her. “FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.” Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while. I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night. As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. My wife’s hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room. When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife’s lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her. The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome’s thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night. My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the cock thrusting into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. As her next orgasm approached she got louder. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm. “FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she sucked even though she wouldn’t fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome’s cock into readiness a couple of times that evening. Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn’t unusual for her after she got the first two. So the chant of “Fuck me” was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night. My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass and fuck it good and proper.hot incest storiesAfter a couple of hours of fucking though, most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiffening cock. After a few minutes the three cocks were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE.” The guys fucked on her for about four hours. Each fucked her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed. We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other’s arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet. As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife’s teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning’s light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped “Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita’s in the same evening again.” As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, ” MARGARITA’S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!” I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on sexually, she won’t hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules. One I must always be present, so she isn’t cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn’t allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time. Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at आग पर भारतीय फिल्म की नायिका Alan had just finished a hellish day, sometimes the income wasn’t worth the trouble. As an outside sales specialist in…

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  1. My sister-in-law and I work together at a car dealership I am a sales manager and she works in the office. We have always got along well. I am 36 years old and she is 32. She is a real thin women with a very nice butt and small perky little tits. I have admired her for a long time. When she is at work she struts by me I have a hard time to not look at her ass. She has dark brown hair green eyes and a very nice personality. Anyway this is how it all started. One busy Friday I had so much paperwork to finish that I stayed after work to finish it. I was busy working away when Jackie (my sister-in-law) came up behind me and said working late. I said, ya, it was a busy day and I don’t want to deal with this tomorrow. She said, “Me Too.” Then she put her arms on my shoulder and looked over one side to see what I was doing. I turned that way and our lips were less than an inch apart. I was uncomfortable at that time, but before I could turn away we were in a deep kiss. We started to slide our tongues in and out of each other. We than stopped and look at one another. I didn’t know what to say, so I turned around in my chair and she put one leg on each side of me and we began to make out. It was late enough that no one was there except us. I reached my hand down to touch that wonderful ass of hers. It was Friday which meant dress down day for the office staff, so she had on some nice tight jeans and a sweater. I rubbed her beautiful ass all over. I than ran my hand up the back of her sweater and unhooked her little bra so those perky little tits could be set free. I started to squeeze them and fondle the nipples. She than got up and pulled her sweater and bra off over her head. I had seen her in a bikini before and wondered what those tits would look like and they where better than I had thought. I pulled her close and started to suck on them twirling my tongue around the nipples. She was moaning and pulling my head closer to her. Soon she reached down and kissed me again and than pulled my tie off and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She than kissed me all the way down my chest until she got to my pants. She unbuckled the belt then bit the button off my pants and unzipped them. She reached in my boxers with one hand and stroked my hard dick, than she took it in her mouth and slid it up and down and at the same time swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock. I wanted to explode. I did everything to not come because I wanted to fuck her ass so bad. I have had so many dreams about it and it was about to come true.teen ls modelI pulled her head up and lead her to the conference room. I picked her up by her nice ass and set her on the table. It was now dark outside but the moon shined through the skylight and on to her skinny little body. I lay her back and pulled off her jeans. I than put my head in her panties and rubbed my face up and down her pussy. I than pulled down her panties to see her beautiful pussy. It was trimmed so perfect. I could not resist. I stuck my tongue in her slit and licked her up and down. I than stuck it as far in as I could. She moaned and pushed my head hard into her. My dick was so hard that I had to get relief, so I pulled her panties all the way off and pulled her by the sides of her ass to the end off the table. I dropped my pants and boxers to the ground and guided my dick to her heavenly mound. I inserted the tip, it was so wet. I poked the tip it and out until she said, “Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard!” So I grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed my meat into her all the way. She was nice and tight; she let out a yell. I pumped her harder and harder. I put her slim legs on my shoulders so I could slam it all the way in. She was loving it. I grabbed her arms by her shoulders and slammed my dick into her and fucked her as hard as I could. She began to shake and I knew she was coming. It ran out around my dick and dripped down the table. She moaned and said, “Oh brother-in-law of mine, I wanted to do this for so long.” I couldn’t take it any more. I said, “I’m going to come.” She said, “Wait, I want to taste it.” So she jumped down off the table and got down on her knees and sucked my dick for all it was worth. I shot my load in her mouth and it ran down her chin and onto her little tits. The sight was incredible. She lick around my balls and legs. She than stood up and rapped those skinny little arms around me and pushed her little body to mine. She said, “We got to do that more often.” She then kissed me and I could taste my own cum as she stuck her tongue down my throat. I wasn’t done yet because I still had not got to fuck the wonderful ass of hers. So I said, “I have been looking at your beautiful ass for years, now it’s time to let me fuck it.”lsmodelsWithout any words at all she turn around and spread her legs. She than bent over and touch the ground with her hand and there it was just for me. My dick started to harden. I reached over by the sink in the conference room and grabbed the liquid soap bottle. I squeezed some on my dick and rubbed up and down, by this time I was hard as a rock. I squirted some in her ass and stuck my finger in her hole to lube it. Her ass is so perfectly round and on her little frame it was stunning. I could not believe it. She now had it sticking straight up in the air waiting for my hard dick. I rubbed my dick up and down her crack letting it slide around all over her ass. Than I put the head in her hole it would not go very far in. I could tell it had never been fucked before. I grabbed the sides of her ass and before I could push it in she said, “Fuck my ass brother-in-law of mine, fuck it hard.” I was so excited I could hardly wait. I pushed and it went about half way. It was so tight. I grabbed harder and pushed as hard as I could and she screamed, but to went in all the way. I pulled back and did it again and she said fuck me like an animal. So I pumped away as hard as I could. I than reach down and grabbed a nipple and gave it a pinch and she screamed some more. She said, “Cuome in my ass brother-in-law of mine, fill me full.” With that I blew my wad in her and it ran out her ass and down her legs. I was so tired. She stood up with my dick in her ass and turned her head to kiss me. I fondled her tits a little more and held her tight against me. We have had many a wonderful time since than. Now she has a boyfriend that got her pregnant. I wonder if he is the father for sure. I haven’t had her for sometime, but her little tits are getting like balloons and I sure want to get my hands on them. So we’ll have to get together soon.
  2. Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were changed by artistic license. At this date and time I can’t remember the men’s actual names, but if any of the participants happen to read this story, they will know who they are and hopefully will remember the events onboard the U.S. Navy supply ship with a lot of pleasure. It was another hot July Sunday in Fort Lauderdale as Deej and Carole left the Church parking lot after the last service. As he often did on Sundays, Deej decided to drive around just to see if there was anything going on that might spark their interest. Just something to do on a quiet Sunday afternoon in what was normally a pretty boring town. He was driving his aunt’s new Corvair, wanting to see what it was like to drive a car with the engine in the back. She had left it in his care while she went on a cruise to the Bahamas with instructions that he was not to drive it, but Deej couldn’t resist the temptation, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to put just a few miles on the odometer. He determined that the car didn’t offer anything new and lacked the pickup of his Austin-Healy roadster. Deej did like the advantage of the rear engine drive in that there was no hump in the middle of the front floorboard, at least. He liked to drive around with Carole sitting tightly against him as he played with her pussy and the absence of the hump made it possible for her to sit next to him with her legs spread wide. The first thing he had Carole do when the church was out of sight was to remove her panties and throw them in the back seat, then pull her Sunday dress up around her waist. Carole never objected to Deej’s fondling of her body and the hot sex that usually followed, although she was nervous about someone being able to see her as they drove around, keeping a hand on the hem of her dress so she could quickly pull it down in case there was someone who could see inside the car. As he slid a finger in Carole’s moistening pussy, Deej couldn’t help but look at Carole’s face, proud of his pretty wife’s beauty, often unbelieving that he had been fortunate enough to marry her. She was a small young woman, just a shade under five feet tall and weighing less than a hundred pounds, of which five of those pounds must have been in her fantastic breasts. Deej didn’t know anything about women’s bra sizes, but he knew that Carole’s breasts must have been some of the largest a woman could have. They made her appear top-heavy, but that was partly because of her waspish waist. While Deej had to use both hands to full encompass her breasts, at the same time his fingers could almost touch when he put his hands around her waist. Her breasts didn’t sag from their size, either, possibly because of her young age of twenty, but seemed to point straight ahead as though they were pointing the way. Her figure was the first thing most men noticed, but after examining how her small waist flared out into nicely rounded hips above the most gorgeous legs, their eyes always moved up to her face and, once any man looked at her face, her body was soon forgotten. Her hair was a dark blonde, usually worn short, framing a flawless face with a pert little nose, luscious, full lips, and highlighted by the most startling blue eyes, a blue the color of the water in a shallow lagoon, almost turquoise. Her smile often captured men’s hearts and Carole was usually smiling. She was one of those effervescent people, the kind that everyone enjoyed being around, full of life and innocence. If Carole had any faults, it wasn’t in her physical appearance, but in her devout devotion to Deej, her willingness to do anything she could to please him. She wasn’t a rocket scientist by any means, barely passing high school, and this made her very easily manipulated, something Deej had always taken full advantage of in the six years they had dated before getting married. As they headed out Sunrise Boulevard towards the beach, they passed two sailors in their starched white uniforms, walking backwards with their arms stretched out and thumbs pointed up in the universal hitchhiking signal. Deej drove on past them without slowing, then an erotic thought crossed his mind, the thought of letting the two men enjoy some sex with his wife. His cock immediately responded to the image, half-rising in his pants. Deej turned right at the next street and went halfway around the block, stopping behind an auto dealership. He put the car in park and turned to Carole who was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face. Without explaining his motives, Deej reached behind Carole’s back, leaning her forward slightly, and undid the buttons to her dress, then quickly undid the clasps on her bra. The elastic in the straps around her chest relaxed, permitting her lovely breasts to swing free, but still partially restrained by the cups of her bra. Still not saying anything, Deej pulled the wide straps of the sleeveless dress off her shoulders and eased them down her arms, letting the top portion of her dress fall in her lap. Deej then removed her free-hanging bra and threw it in the back with her panties. He lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately while he teasingly massaged her breasts, lightly twisting each nipple in turn until they became hard and erect, jutting out from her white mounds of flesh like miniature cocks. Carole was used to Deej undressing her in this manner and didn’t object as she returned his probing kiss with equal passion, quickly aroused by Deej’s touch and kiss, her legs spreading even wider in response to the flood of heat she felt rising in her crotch. Deej broke off his arousal of Carole just as abruptly as he had begun, slipping her arms back in her dress and then pulling it back up on her shoulders. He didn’t re-button her dress, letting the top gap open slightly at the back, the scoop neck of the bodice drooping just enough to show the delicious cleavage of her breasts, making it obvious that there was no confining bra beneath the dress, her erect nipples clearly indenting the soft material. As he put the car in drive, Deej reached into Carole’s lap and pulled the hem of her dress down to mid-thigh and then pulled back onto the road. He made a circuit of the block and ended up back on Sunrise, still heading toward the beach. Deej crossed his fingers mentally in hopes that the two sailors hadn’t caught a ride while he prepared Carole. Just as he rounded a long curve in the highway, he saw the white suits glaring in the overhead sun about two blocks ahead and he smiled, happy that he hadn’t missed the opportunity to pick them up. Deej slowed the car as he approached the two men, gliding slowly past them for a couple of car lengths before stopping. Carole immediately sensed Deej’s purpose in stopping for the hitchhikers. He had suggested they pick someone up before when they were driving around but didn’t do it after Carole protested tearfully. “No, Deej. Please don’t,” Carole whined. “Don’t pick them up.” “Aww, don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just going to give them a ride,” Deej attempted to assuage Carole’s alarm as he watched the two men hurry towards the stopped car in the rear view mirror. “It’s too hot out there to be walking,” he explained further as the two reached the car. Deej operated the electric window on Carole’s side of the car and called out to the men as they reached the car door. “Hey, where you guys headed?” A dark-haired handsome face appeared at the window, “We’re trying to make it to the beach,” he explained breathlessly. “Didn’t know it was so far from the port. This is the way to the beach, isn’t it?” Deej nodded, then answered, “Yeh, it’s this direction, but you still have about three miles to go.” He noticed the handsome sailor was furtively looking Carole over, his eyes lingering on her breasts for several seconds before he looked back at Deej. “Well, come on, get in. We’re going the same way.” Handsome cheerfully expressed his thanks and relief, “Gee, man, thanks. My sea legs aren’t used to all this walking.” He pulled on the door handle and swung the door wide, then spoke to his friend, “C’mon, Chip, they’re going to give us a ride.” As Carole leaned forward, the dark haired sailor pulled the passenger seat forward and held it for his friend, who finally came into view. Chip wasn’t as tall as the one who spoke, but was still good-looking in his white uniform, now wrinkled from the heat and slight perspiration of their walk, his sandy hair cropped close to his head in the current style.pornAs he bent over to get in the back seat, Deej could see that half of the back seat was taken up by a large folded-up carpet his aunt had left in the car and he realized that there was only room for one in the back. ‘Perfect,’ he thought, then suggested, “One of you will have to sit up front. I forgot about the carpet.” Chip spoke up from the back seat, “Todd, you lucky ass! You must have known we both couldn’t sit back here.” Chip laughed as he joked with his partner, then realized the word he had used, immediately apologizing, “Oh, ma’am, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used a cuss word.” His face turned a little red as he thought about using cuss words in front of someone he didn’t even know. Deej laughed, “What? You mean ass’? Hell, that’s not bad. And ass isn’t a cuss word, so don’t worry about it.” As he spoke over his shoulder to the sandy-haired sailor, Deej put his arm around Carole’s shoulders as a pretense of pulling her closer to make room for the sailor named Todd, his arm slipping behind her back to her waist with his hand resting on her hip. He added for both men’s benefit, “And, besides, fellas, we’re all about the same age, so you don’t have to watch your language.” Chip was still embarrassed by his faux pas, “Well, I still apologize. It’s just that on the ship, every other word is a cuss word and I forget myself when I’m on shore.” Todd chided his friend as he closed the passenger door, “That’s my buddy for you. Always too polite. Guess it’s his southern raising.” To show he could also be polite, Todd stuck out his hand to Deej, “By the way, I’m Todd and that clown back there is Chip.” Deej took his hand and clasped it firmly, “Hi. I’m Deej and this little beauty is Carole.” He gave Carole’s waist a hug as part of his introduction. She smiled first at Deej and then turned to the man sitting closely next to her and softly, in a little-girl voice, greeted, “Hi. Nice to meet you both.” Deej drove slowly towards the beach, making small talk as he drove while he brainstormed for an idea on how to accomplish his goal. From the small talk he learned that they were in port for the next three days, had never been to Fort Lauderdale before, and their ship was a navy supply ship, nothing glamorous, as Todd had put it. Deej used his hand on Carole’s hip to slowly work the hem of her dress up, moving it a fraction of an inch at a time, hoping she wouldn’t notice the gradual expanse of skin he was revealing to the man on her right. Deej had become aware that the tall sailor had been staring at the creamy tan of her legs, his eyes darting at times to the top of her dress as he leaned back in the seat for a better view of Carole’s breasts. Chip had propped his arms on the top of the front seat with his head between Todd and Carole and was looking intently down her top. From his position, he was able to see most of her lovely grapefruit-sized tits, seeing just to the edge of her dark-pink aureole, hoping she would move somehow so he could catch a glimpse of her nipples as they pressed against her thin summer dress. Todd had been sitting with his hands on his knees but had gradually moved his hands up his legs until the back of his fingers were against Carole’s smooth thighs. One glance at his crotch indicated to Deej that the close proximity to the very pretty girl was having quite an effect on the emboldened sailor. Deej finally came up with an idea to make things a lot more interesting as he asked the two men, “You guys going swimming when you get to the beach?” Todd spoke for both of them as his hand slid against Carole’s outer thigh, “Yeah, we got our swim trunks on under our uniforms. Hope the water’s nice.” Deej acted as if an idea just hit him. “Well, hey, how about we join you? Looks like a nice day to go swimming.” Todd and Chip chimed in together, “Why, sure. That would be fun. We don’t know where to go on the beach, anyway.” “Great!” Deej replied. “We’ll have to go to our house to get our swim suits, though. We don’t live far from here, so it’ll only take a few minutes.” Deej pulled Carole more to him in a friendly hug, letting his hand pull her dress up to her hip as caused her to lean to him on her left hip, revealing the line of her tan contrasted against the whiteness of her rounded hip. “How about it, sugar? Want to go swimming?” Carole wasn’t even aware that half her ass was showing as she beamed, “Uh-huh. I’d love it.” Deej made a quick u-turn on the almost-deserted highway and headed towards their house, holding Carole in the leaning position, hoping the men would see her exposed skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Looking out of the corner of his eye as he hurried down the road, Deej could see that both of the men hadn’t missed the view but were staring down at the car seat, their eyes admiring the curve of Carole’s pale ass, Todd’s cock echoing the thoughts that must have been rushing through his mind. Five minutes after making the u-turn, Deej pulled up in their carport and the four of them piled out of the car and went inside. As soon as they had stepped in the door into the kitchen, Carole announced, “I’ll go change into my suit. There’s no place on the beach to change.” Deej stopped her with an arm around her tiny waist, “Hey, just a minute, baby. Maybe the guys want a drink or something first.” He turned to pose the question to the two men standing just inside the door, “How about it, guys? Beer? Soda?” Chip grinned, “I’d like a beer. Be good after that long walk.” Todd added to the request, “Hmm, I’d like one, too, if you don’t mind giving one to someone under age.” Deej laughed, “Well, you can’t be far from twenty-one, so who cares?” Todd congratulated Deej on his estimate, “Hey, you hit it on the head. We’re both twenty.” Carole looked surprised as she confessed, “Really? That’s what I am. I just turned twenty in February.” Deej feigned disappointment, “Shit, looks like I’m the old man here. I’m twenty-three.” They all laughed at his deprecating remark, with Chip reassuring that he didn’t look like an old man. Carole got three beers out of the refrigerator and a soda for herself, and then pulled out chairs at the dining room table for the two men. She took a few sips of her drink and then announced, “I’m going to change.” As soon as she was out of earshot, Todd remarked, “Hope you don’t mind, Deej, but I gotta say your wife is really beautiful.” Deej shrugged as though the compliment to his wife was expected, “Yeah, she is. But you ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait till you see her in a bathing suit.” Chips eyebrows shot up, and then he said appraisingly, “Man, I bet she’s a knock out.” Deej stood up, “You guys want a preview?” Todd looked at him quizzically, “What do mean, Deej?” Deej held his finger to his lips and motioned for them to follow him, then started tiptoeing to their closed bedroom door. By his estimate, Carole should be about ready to slip into her bathing suit and should be completely naked. He waited until the two men had snuck up to stand behind him and then, quietly turning the door handle, he opened the door suddenly. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, Carole stood frozen, bending over the dresser drawer where she kept her bathing suit, her eyes wide with shock as the three men stood in the doorway staring at her naked body. Her breasts jiggled slightly when she was startled by the opening door, giving her naked form an even more erotic quality. In a matter of seconds, Carole recovered and screamed, “Deej!” then stood up straight with her arms crossed in front of her breasts, not thinking about the rest of her body revealed to the leering men, the pressure of her arms across her breasts making them bulge a little above her tiny limbs. When she saw that each of the men were staring at the tawny-colored pubic hair, she quickly dropped one arm and covered her patch with her hand, leaving more of her ample breasts exposed for viewing. Carole screamed again, “Deej! Get out of here!” She turned as she yelled angrily and grabbed her dress off of the bed and held it in front of her.audio sex storiesDeej crossed the short distance between him and Carole in two long strides and snatched the dress from her hands with a smile, “Now, baby, don’t be that way. We just want to look.” He tossed the dress over the bed and grasped both of Carole’s wrists in his strong hands, pulling her arms over her head. Deej continued to hold her arms over her head as he stepped behind Carole and presented her full frontal view to the two sailors. “See, guys? Here’s the preview.” Carole struggled as the two men stepped further into the bedroom, each of them devouring her sexy body with their eyes. Deej pulled Carole’s hands behind her back as she struggled to get free, her breasts now accentuated by the position of her arms behind her, the jiggling flesh bouncing as she fought against Deej’s grip. “Deej, please!” Carole pleaded. “Don’t do this.” Deej only laughed, then invited the two watching the struggle, “Feel her tits, guys. Feel how firm they are.” Seeing the two hesitate, Deej invited again, “Go on, get a feel.” Todd was the first one to step forward. He ran his fingertips over the white flesh tentatively, and then squeezed one breast with his fingers spread wide. “Mmm, they’re nice,” he commented, as he gripped a nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled it like a pencil. Chip joined him and began massaging the other breast as he echoed Todd’s sentiments. “Yeh, nice. Very nice. Carole, you sure have some nice breasts. Nice body, too.” Chip dropped his mouth to the breast he was holding and began to fervently suck on the nipple, enveloping the wrinkled, pink aureole with his lips. Deej could feel Carole’s resistance lessen, the muscles in her arms no longer straining to free herself. He crossed her wrists and held them with one hand while he used his other hand to stroke Carole’s body, caressing the cheeks of her ass then bringing his hand around to her belly and sensually rubbing it, letting his fingers brush through her soft pubic hairs. Deej felt Carole relax even more and when Todd lowered his mouth to the nipple he had been rolling, Deej heard Carole gasp. Deej took that as a sign and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers stroking up and down the slit of her pussy. One thing he had learned about Carole since he had first met her was that once she was fingered, her resistance to anything completely crumbled and she became a first-class slut. That was precisely what Deej was aiming for as he slipped his middle finger in her hot tunnel. He felt Carole open her legs as her pussy lips blossomed like a flower in spring searching for the sun, opening wide for a visit from a bee. Deej released Carole’s arms from his grip and was pleased to see her place a hand on each sailor’s head caressingly as the two sucked on her distended nipples. Deej knew all the right spots to touch in Carole’s now-dripping pussy and he knew how sensitive her nipples were. He also knew when she was ready to fuck, all the tell-tale signs, her rapid breathing, the heat of her body, her hands becoming almost hot to the touch, her soft mewing sounds she made through half-parted lips. He saw those signs now as Carole stood bow-legged so his probing fingers could freely access the insides of her pussy and he heard her moan softly, her head tilted back, her eyes narrow slits, sleepily peering out at nothing. Deej knew that when she was in this state, she’d fuck anything, a dog or even a coke bottle if there was nothing else around. He slipped his slickened finger out of her pussy, eliciting a regretful groan from her, and took his pants off, throwing them in a corner of the room. Stepping back to the three locked in sexual throes, Deej took Carole by the shoulders and pulled her away from the two sucking sailors then pushed her down to the edge of the bed in a sitting position, her legs spread wide, her eyes still possessing that dreamy look. Deej stepped between her legs and rested his cock against her full lips. Carole’s mouth immediately opened and she sucked his hardened rod into her mouth, her tongue working feverishly over the head as she slid the man meat in and out of her mouth hungrily, her sucking almost as satisfying to her as having a cock deep in her pussy. Todd stepped up next to Deej and incredulously asked, “Will she go all the way? Will she suck mine, too?” Deej nodded and pulled his saliva-coated cock out of Carole’s mouth. “Sure, man, she’ll suck and swallow. She loves it. Try her.” Todd didn’t need any further encouragement as he took Deej’s place and guided his long, thin, cock to Carole’s hungry lips. As soon as her hot mouth closed around Todd’s cock, he let out a low groan and hunched his hips upward. Carole took the hint and slipped the entire length of Todd’s eight inches inside her, his cock pushing past the opening to her throat as she deep-throated him with lascivious gusto. Deej let Carole give Todd a sample of her masterful sucking before interrupting. “Lie down, Todd. Let her blow you while Chip fucks her. We have to give the hot little whore some cock in her pussy to keep her going.” Todd did as Deej recommended, settling back on the bed with his legs spread. Carole quickly got between his legs and resumed her mouth-loving of Todd’s veinous prick. Chip hardly waited for her to get back to sucking Todd’s cock before he was on the bed behind her, rubbing his dick up and down her greasy cunt until he found the prized opening. Chip’s cock wasn’t huge, but he did seem to be experienced in how to used it as he slowly stroked it in and out of Carole’s clenching cunt, occasionally rotating his hips in circles while it was embedded fully in her hot pussy, the stiff rod rubbing against her clit with each rotation. Deej watched as he saw Carole’s toes arch upward, another telltale sign that she was enjoying an orgasm. Her hips would lunge backward as Chip shoved forward in an attempt to get even more of his cock inside her, to feel the head push against her tender inner walls. Carole would climax just as easily from the sensation of a dick igniting the nerves in her vagina walls as she would from the excitement of her clit and whenever she fucked, she would work to capture that sensation. The three bodies on the bed remained locked in sexual heat for at least fifteen minutes before Chip couldn’t resist the urge any longer and shot his load in Carole with loud grunts. The heat of his cum splashing inside her caused Carole to have another orgasm, her toes curling painfully as she moaned around Todd’s still stiff cock. When Chip climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Todd lifted Carole’s sucking mouth off his cock and pulled her up on top of him. He grasped his dripping cock and slid it in her pussy, folding his legs up so that his knees spread Carole’s legs wide as he humped his hips up and down, sinking his long tool deep inside her. Deej used the opportunity to get on the bed behind Carole and used the ample precum of his cock to wet her asshole. With a couple of well-aimed pushes, he had his cock buried up her ass. Deej could feel Todd’s cock beneath his as the tip slid against the insides of Carole’s vagina, rubbing up the entire length of Deej’s prick. The combination of her burning hot bowels, the twisting of her pelvis and the constriction of her sphincter and Todd’s rubbing of his cock through the thin partition of skin proved too much for Deej’s resolve to last. He emptied his cum inside Carole’s rectum inside of five minutes. A fast fuck, but a very satisfying fuck. Deej got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean his shit-stained dick, pleased to see that he was keeping his erection. When he returned to the bedroom, Todd was still stroking his long poker in and out of Carole’s convulsing pussy. Chip had joined them on the bed, kneeling beside Todd’s head, his cock being sucked frantically by the sex-crazed Carole. Todd finally succumbed to the thrill of Carole’s pussy and spurted wads of cum deep inside her. He slid out from under Carole’s perspiring body and stood by the bed while she continued to suck Chips dick. It was surprising her jaw muscles didn’t cramp up, but to Carole’s credit, she never slowed her expert ministrations until Chip had given her his cum to swallow. They never made it to the beach, but spent the afternoon using Carole’s beautiful body in every way the three men could imagine. Carole certainly didn’t object, her sexual appetite awakened and insatiable. When the men were too exhausted to perform any longer despite Carole’s attempts at reviving their deflated cocks, they watched as she fingered her reddened pussy and gathered close around the bed when she switched to using a beer bottle to satisfy her voracious urge to continue climaxing. While the three were watching Carole as she made herself cum for what seemed the umpteenth time, Todd made the comment, “Man, I bet the other guys on the ship would love to get some of her. Looks like she could handle all thirty of them and still want more.” Deej looked at Todd with a devious look, “Hmm, that sounds interesting, Todd. Really think they’d want some of her ass?” Todd was amazed at the question, “You kidding? They’d kill for a chance to fuck her!” Chip chimed in, “Yeah, most of them haven’t had any pussy in a month or more!” Deej had to pursue the idea, becoming consumed by the thought of Carole getting gang-banged by so many men. “Hey, you guys think we could get on board the ship?” Todd gave it a moments thought before answering, “Well, I think so. The only one that might see us coming on board would be the chief, and from the stories he’s told, once he got a look at her, he wouldn’t care if we gave her the ship.” Chip laughed, “Yeah, the horny ol’ bastard would even give her a year’s pay to get some of that pussy. He won’t be any problem.” Deej was now getting excited over the possibility, “Let’s do it! C’mon, let’s sneak her on your ship and let all your buddies fuck her!” Carole was listening intently as the men discussed their plan, but said nothing, continuing to work the neck of the beer bottle in and out of her swollen pussy, her eyes closed dreamily, her mind imagining what it would be like to have cock after cock shoved in her. Maybe, just maybe, that many cocks could quench the deep, unfathomable hunger that possessed her body, a desire she couldn’t comprehend and never knew was buried deep within her subconscious, only knowing that she had to have satisfaction of her newly discovered hunger. Deej interrupted Carole’s erotic thoughts, having to repeat his words twice before they sunk into her consciousness, “Get up, baby. Go get cleaned up and we’ll have some real fun.” Once Deej’s words had bypassed Carole’s sensual thoughts, she got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, the three men watching as she pranced past them nude, admiring her curvy ass, the swing of her full breasts. When she returned to the bedroom, Deej had selected what he wanted her to wear for their evening’s adventure and handed the single piece of clothing to her. It was a short, white terry cloth beach robe that fastened only with a cloth belt. Carole grinned as Deej handed the robe to her, knowing how he liked her to wear it with nothing but a pair of high heel shoes. The robe barely reached no more than three to four inches below her crotch, and if Carole wasn’t careful when she walked, the robe would open slightly below her waist and reveal her trimmed bush for all to see. Carole laid the robe on the bed and pulled open a drawer of the dresser, then selected a pair of lace panties. When Deej saw what she was about to do, he took the panties from her hand and admonished, “You won’t be needing those, sexy. Just put the robe on and that pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals. That’s all you’re going to need.” Carole modestly objected, “But Deej, I can’t go out in public without SOMEthing on under my robe!” Deej through the panties on the bed, the see-through lace landing on the pussy-juice coated beer bottle, “Nah, baby. Don’t worry about it. You won’t be in public, anyway.” Carole shrugged and picked the robe up and slipped it on, then stepped to the open closet and slipped her feet into her sandals, aware of the six eyes focused on her body. Chip whistled as Carole turned to face them, “Damn! She sure looks good in that robe!” The other two men nodded in agreement as they studied the pretty girl standing in front of them, her sandals accentuating every curve of her seductive legs, twisting her pelvis backward and making her butt even more pronounced. The soft material of the robe only gave a hint of Carole’s bountiful breasts as it parted slightly from the fullness of her globes pushing against it, revealing just enough of the crevice between the white mounds to tantalize. Deej interrupted the men’s appraisal of his wife, “Let’s get going gang. It’s already dark out, and time’s awasting.” The four of them piled into the Corvair and Deej headed to Port Everglades, his thoughts playing out in advance the ensuing night’s entertainment, hopeful that the two sailors could pull it off. At Todd’s direction, Deej pulled into a parking spot in the deserted lot several feet from the pier where their ship was docked. Todd told them all to wait in the car while he went to talk to the chief. The three remaining watched him as he walked across the darkened pavement and made his way up the gangplank. They could see Todd enter a door on the upper deck and disappear from view. Deej couldn’t see anyone else in the dim lights illuminating the ship and he turned in his seat to face Chip in the back. “Where is everyone, Chip? I don’t see a soul on the deck.” Chip leaned forward and explained, “Probably all in the day room or in their bunks. Not much to do on a Sunday when we’re in port. Just watch TV, read, or play cards. Some may still be on leave, looking for excitement.” Deej commented, “Well, they won’t find much around here right now. There’s a few bars, but they’re pretty dead on a Sunday. And the closest girlie clubs are down near Hollywood or clear into Miami.” It seemed like at least a half-hour had passed before they saw Todd reappear on the deck and make his way down the gangplank, although it was probably no more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Todd hurried across the pavement to the car and the three watching him could see a broad smile on his face as he jauntily strode up to the car. He opened the passenger door but didn’t get in, leaning over to exclaim enthusiastically, “It’s all set. The chief said the captain was sleeping off his latest drunk and the lieutenant is still on shore. His final words were get your ass moving’.”sexChip laughed, “Just like him. The old bastard gets impatient when he thinks he’s going to get some.” He pushed the front seat forward and got out of the car, revealing his own impatience to start an evening of fun. Deej followed Chip’s example and got out on the driver’s side while Carole slid across the seat and got out to stand beside Todd and Chip, her sliding action on the seat giving the two sailors a good view of her pussy. They all walked toward the ship, Carole between Todd and Chip, their arms encircling her waist and ass, with Deej strolling behind, watching Carole’s robe ride up her sweet butt cheeks. When they got to the gangplank, Todd took the lead, followed by Carole and then Chip, with Deej taking up the rear. Deej had to laugh when Chip commented on the view of Carole’s ass as she went up the steps in front of him. In a show of modesty, Carole made a vain attempt to cover her rear with the robe when Chip made his remark, causing the rambunctious salman khan top 10 movies box office collection
  3. In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to… This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o
  4. 2014 miss india...My first time playing the role of mommy but I had a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy![F4M] [Script Fill] Mom has the talk with her son [mom/son] [incest] [age] [loving] [hj] [riding] [creampie] It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy
  5. Hello Everyone, I’ll tell you what happened when I came to buy my new car …Lorna’s New Car I had… Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades but we both suffered the downside to school life – being unpopular. In the two years that followed my high school graduation, I decided not to go to college, instead I took it easy, and generally was as slack as all the other kids had been at school. My sister had a different agenda; upon finishing school she went to college and became Miss Popular. I particularly resented the fact that she had broken the `spell’ and left me as the social misfit alone with my parents. I hardly left the house and if I did it was solely in order to get drunk, it was that bad. One day my sister returned for the weekend, she was due to go to a friend’s party and she made the most of the opportunity to eat at some level of luxury at the expense of my parents. When she arrived back home, you would have thought that Royalty had arrived. There was a ridiculous façade that everyone was really happy at home and everyone pretended to have missed my sister. When I saw her I just smiled and said hello. I knew that later she would discuss how I was feeling and ask if I had got out of my lethargic state yet. I hesitate to say it but sometimes I felt like I actually hated her, because of how popular she was and how goddamn nice she was to everyone. After some appalling takeaway pizza and some cringe-worthy conversation about life in a different city, I retired to my bedroom and remembered that I had bought a CD some weeks ago, that my sister would probably want to copy. I always did this for some reason, it was probably due to being so lonely and not having anyone to talk to half the time. I shouted to my sister that I had the CD and she said to put it on in her bedroom and she would come in and listen, after she had finished clearing the kitchen table. I had often gone into her bedroom when she was away at college and just looked around, you know stuff like old diaries and some photos of her and her friends partying. It depressed me really. I put the CD on and sat down on her bed. Rebecca came in and asked me about what I had been doing since she saw me last. I just replied nothing. She turned on the television and paid no attention to the CD. I stared vacantly at the television set. It was Friends, a programme that I would never watch. The characters in it were just too unrealistic and I despised the fact that they were all living together whilst I was living with my parents. I shivered, not at the show but at the atmosphere in the air. I was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans but even so, the air was really cold. My parents were real cheapskates and always did things on the cheap and that often meant the heating was switched off. “If you’re cold, put a top on,” my sister said in her ever so cheery way. I told her that my room was too far away. It was the room next to hers but my lethargic mood had set in. “Borrow one of mine?” she asked motioning to her chest of drawers. I told her that I was not quite at the stage where I would wear women’s clothes. She smiled at this as if she was relieved. I snuggled up to the pillow on her bed and continued shivering. “Lay down in the bed if you want,” she said. “I’m sure it’s clean.” I moodily climbed into the bed as if I did not want to. My sister switched off the CD and told me that she had to sort out her books, as she needed to take some back to college. I did not answer; I just lay in my sister’s bed and stared at the TV screen. My hands reached down to my groin, as they seemed to do, almost by instinct whenever I lay in bed. As I did this, I saw the outline of Jennifer Anniston’s nipples pointing through her denim dress. I looked over at my sister as she busied herself with her bookcase. My hands stroked my penis and my balls as I focused on the denim-clad nipples. I kept checking to see what my sister was doing, she seemed happy sorting out her books. I was getting nervous that my sister might turn and see a bulge under the sheets. But those nipples were so prominent! My penis was now erect and I could not resist jerking it lightly. A smile came across my face as I felt my temperature rise. The momentum of my jerking had risen; I looked over at my sister who was bending over. I slowed down my jerking and it suddenly occurred to me. My sister was not bad looking, her ass, which I had never noticed before, was nice and round and before I knew it my masturbation tempo speeded up. I glanced back at the television and there was those nipples again, wanting to be let out of that dress. Maybe this was why Friends was so popular. My heart stopped and I heard a noise. The sound of my fist hitting the sheets seemed deafening! Once again, my jerking slowed down. The rhythm of my masturbating was now slow as to be discreet but just fast enough to maintain any kind of satisfaction. The sound of my fist making slight contact with the sheets was then interrupted by a coughing noise. A deliberate coughing noise. My sister stood staring at me and the bulge that protruded from under her bed sheets. My face burned with guilt. I tucked my penis back into my pants and looked away from my perfect sister. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a calming situation but all I could think about was Jennifer Anniston’s nipples and my sister’s ass. I felt the mattress plunge as she sat down next to me. “What are we going to do with you?” her voice was calm under the circumstances. I whimpered a noise, which in my mind resembled `sorry’. “I know you’re going through a bad patch and everything so I’m not going to get mad,” from her voice it sounded like she was smiling. I slowly turned to face her. I had to admit it was sister was good looking. Her short brown hair and her tanned complexion were really pretty. Her breasts were a decent size and were kept underneath a tight black top. She had left to go to college as a real plain Jane but now… “We all do it,” she touched my face with the side of her hand as she said it. I’m surprised she did not burn her hand, I was blushing that much. “Do what?” I asked. I was embarrassed and was staring at her breasts seeing if her nipples protruded like Jennifer Anniston’s. They weren’t. “You know, touch… ourselves,” she smiled awkwardly. “Do you?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. She nodded her head.sex“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Are you having girl trouble?” I was always having girl trouble. Trouble even speaking to a girl. Tears formed in my eyes as I realised the situation I was in, my sister had caught me masturbating and now she was about to realise the truth. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered it as if it were some terrible secret that she could never have guessed. “I know,” she said and smiled. What does she mean she knows, I thought! She could have at least feigned surprise. She stroked my hair. I looked into her eyes and my penis stirred. “Does it bother you?” she asked. I nodded. “What can I do about it?” I asked in anguish, and felt my manhood twitch nervously. “Go out, meet girls, talk to them. Let them get to know the real you.” I sat upright and my semi-erect penis withered again. “Look at me, girls don’t want men like me,” I pulled the hand I had been using to masturbate and pointed at myself. “Who wants this?” That question seemed to hit her. She looked at me in pity and sat silently for a few uncomfortable minutes. I looked away again and stared at the wall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face her. She lowered her voice. “James, I’m going to do something for you,” she looked me all over as she said it. “I can’t help you lose your virginity, but I’ll do something else for you. For one night only.” She put her hand under the bed sheets, unzipped my jeans, and placed her hand on my penis. She gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. “What are you doing?” I said alarmed. “Are you saying you want me to stop?” I shook my head and looked at the television screen. Jennifer Anniston was still wearing that dress. “What are we going to do?” I asked trying to keep calm as my sister pulled her hand out and stroked her breast suggestively. “We can do anything you want, apart from having full sex and you can’t eat my pussy” I was shocked as she said the word pussy. “I want to do you a favour but I won’t go as far as that.” She smiled and pulled away the bed sheets from over me. I lay still with my penis now visibly poking out of my jeans. “So do you want me to do anything for you?” I wondered what the hell my sister was doing and saying. This was someone who had entered the world the same way as I had the girl who used to call me `pig’ when I was five. Rebecca moved her hands over to the top of my jeans and pulled them down. “Don’t you want me to?” she said when she realised that I was as motionless as a statue. “No, please carry on,” I said softly as Jennifer Anniston’s nipples stared back at me as if they were mocking me. I moved so that my legs dangled down from the bed and my penis pointed upwards towards my sister. “Could you…” I paused and gazed at the bumps from under my sisters top. “Could I what?” she asked patiently. “Take off your top so I could see your nipples?” I wanted to see if they were like Jennifer Anniston’s. Rebecca smiled and unzipped her top at the back and pulled it off her and threw it next to me on the bed. “I’ll let you take off my bra,” she sat next to me and moved her head so that she could kiss me. I kissed her back and slowly removed her bra. She moved her head back a little so her breath fell on my face. “Kiss me harder, James.” I obliged and kissed her stronger than before. I opened my eyes and saw the credits for Friends roll. My hands moved upward over my sister body and fell on her breasts, they were soft and round I stroked them and felt my sister grab my penis. She pulled her face away from me. “Is that the first time you’ve been kissed?” I nodded and stared at her tanned cleavage. Her nipples were pointed and inviting. “Go ahead.” She said and motioned me to them. My head went down towards her right nipple and licked it. My sister laughed and told me to be `nasty’. I placed my mouth around it and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. I sucked the nipple and pulled it with my lips and teeth before releasing it and looking at it in all its swollen glory. My hands ran through my sister’s hair and as my hand touched her neck, her head bobbed down and her mouth encompassed my penis. Her tongue tickled the head before she looked up.ass sex stories“One shot deal,” she said. “You cum and that’s it, no more favours.” I nodded my head knowing that despite the limitations of the night it would be my only offer until I met a deaf, dumb and blind girl. Her head again sank onto my penis. She seemed to know what she was doing with my cock and I had to wonder what kind of servicing her boyfriend was getting if that was just the version reserved for her virgin no -hope brother. Rebecca really pumped my cock with her mouth, which until recently I thought was one of the purest mouths in the world, I mean, I’d never even heard her swear before! As she pumped faster and faster her hands gripped my backside and squeezed my buttocks. My hands lay firmly on her head as I massaged her hair and neck. I could not believe it; this was my sister blowing me off! My perfect sister, miss popular, the girl that is going to be a lawyer, the girl whose boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse, my sister who left me on my own with my parents, my sister who this very evening had caught me masturbating over Jennifer Anniston’s nipples… Aaarrggh. I was cumming! My sister struggled with the jets of hot white semen and dribbled some onto the floor. My head spun at the sight and the thought of what was happening. I blinked as if to test if I was dreaming, but when my eyes opened I saw my sister looking up at me whilst she licked her lips. . “Okay?” my sister, asked as my spunk dribbling down her chin. I nodded my head and stared at her cleavage. I would probably never see tits this nice again I thought to myself as my sister cleaned herself up and threw me a small paper towel. As I cleaned my confused penis with the paper towel I gazed at my sister’s ass and wondered why I didn’t get to see it. I was in the perfect position to see that beautiful round ass. I cursed myself, put on my clothes slowly, and wondered what the hell my sister was thinking. Did she regret this? Would she want to do it again? And more importantly, would she tell anyone about it? I picked up my CD, and left the room in a state of confusion. As I entered my bedroom, I smiled to myself. Wow, Jennifer Anniston’s nipples. Any comments to

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I need to put my mind at ease, somehow, yet my current situation seems to prohibit any kind of mercy. I would dearly love to shout to the heavens or anyone who would listen that I am no longer under my own judgement, that it doesn’t seem like I will be enjoying the romantic side of high-school any time soon. No, I have been trapped in a hellish limbo, one that uses my own good will against me and horribly so. I can’t betray her, yet no one is stopping me! And she betrayed me, didn’t she?!Just read on I’m getting a little ahead of myself, I think. One thing allows me a grain of phantasmal freedom: the degree of anonymity that this web site allows me. No one knows me, nor do they know ‘her’ and so it’s safe to tell the truth. I can only hope that this serves as some kind of release I have nothing else. None of my friends can know, and certainly no one else. Even if you happen to know me, the names have naturally been changed, so there. I remember the days before I caught her innocent gaze in passing, when I was chasing after a junior named Laura. I was making good progress, too until she was seduced by some senior that I have never met. As a freshman, albeit a very successful one, I am still below the ‘upperclassmen’.So, after her, I was a bit frustrated. All my friends were agreeing with me that all I found was further annoyance every time I set my eyes on someone else. More and more seniors jumping in and shattering all of my fragile progress, and more and more bitches that simply thought I wasn’t good enough. I was almost ready to give it a rest and focus on other thingsUntil one day, when I got a call from an old friend who was still in the ‘lower school’. The lower school, a demeaning name given by my school to everyone under 9th grade, is in a separate wing, so I never got a glimpse of it, or anyone in it, since the beginning of the year. But, after I got a call from Luke, he reminded me of a CD I never returned to him. I thought, ‘Damn, he remembered’, and promised to cough it up tomorrow morning.That day, I rushed to the lower school before 1st period began. CD in hand, I rounded the corner, and nearly tripped over my own shock as soon as I did. Girls. What seemed to be tens of hundreds of girls, looking young and vibrant, lining the halls, giggling about tiny unmentionables in front of a relatively few number of guys. Of course, these few bastards were either standing there, pretending to be engrossed in something private or feigning conversation with a friend, actually keeping close eyes on the hotter girls nearby, or they were trying (too hard) to act all manly and grown, spouting out dry wit that fell short on underdeveloped minds.I slowed to a stunned walk, wondering how, and above all why, so many girls enrolled this year and this year alone! As I trudged through the fairly blown-up masses of kids, I waved absently to teachers that I had had before and looked around for Luke more than often, eyes stopping on a surprisingly developed set of breasts, or meeting the half-blank gaze of a fairly interesting young girl. One thing seemed constant: they were all obviously mature for their ages, and many of them seemed immediately interested in a high-schooler.I had to bite my tongue, simply to anchor myself to reality, as I kept my wits about me. I eventually found Luke, sitting outside a classroom, simply watching the crowd, and rushed to him.“Luke Luke, did it slip your mind on the phone that the whole California girl population decided to migrate to our school and only our school?” My exasperation must have begun to show, as a tall, young 8th grade girl brushed beside me. I heard her read off the standard ‘excuse me’ then stop dead. Her feet hit the ground as she had to catch her backpack; not because she had bumped into me that hard, but because she was surprised. Her eyes froze on mine, and her face went nearly blank; nearly, I say, because she carried a hint of interest.“No problem” I muttered, a slightly confused pair of eyes catching a covert glance at the beautiful, tight, dancer’s body before me. She wore a white T-shirt that stopped just below her bellybutton, and very tight, slightly bell-bottom jeans. The one word that came to mind was firm. Luke, always being fairly detached and cynical, only rolled his eyes. Though, I was a bit too distracted to notice. I glanced back to Luke as she gradually eased away, her very young and pouty lips lightly parted underneath sunglasses-covered eyes.“Isn’t it a touch more common for the guy to pursue you, Vick? You must be a bit off today.” Luke’s half-opened and obviously uncaring eyes met her half-surprised gaze instantly.“Oh, drop dead, Luke. I don’t need to hear it again.” She replied with spite that she didn’t seem capable of. Her face suddenly became rather cold and ridiculing, not to mention superior. Then, she was off without a backwards glance. I was still shaking it off when Luke took the CD from my hand with another remark.“Pay no mind, believe me she’s no one to get near.” Only now do I realize how right he was.“Huh? Oh why not? What was her name? Vick?” I was letting my mature-looking act turn to a decidedly lower-schooler look of anxiousness.“Victoria, and yes, she has a boyfriend.” As he stuffed the game CD into is backpack, I noticed a smile he was trying to hide.“and that’s somehow funny?”“Yes! I was her boyfriend once, Steve!” His grin had now turned into a big, chuckling smile.“Excuse me? Once? We’ve only been in school for 2 months, and how the hell did YOU manage that?”He shook his head. “Look, my friend that girl is the most intriguing girl in this school right now, I’ll admit but, believe me, she’s so intriguing because she’s so impossible! God knows what she’ll do or think next, and there’s no way any guy will get near her. The day she goes beyond a french kiss is the day I graduate college, if that. Believe me aim for someone else. They’re all dying for an experienced boyfriend, and I could always lend you a hand on the inside”“No, screw that, what about her? Who’s her boyfriend now?” I had already lost it. I was caught in her web, and I was enjoying it.“Are you listening to me? She’s on her 8th relationship so far, and that since two days ago! I guarantee, it has two weeks to go at the very most but, listen to me, she only holds frustration in store for any man.” He looked at me quite seriously as I stared back with sullen determination. “But, what the hell. She did seem to give you a rather interesting reaction perhaps you have a chance. You’ve grown up enough to tower over the competition. Good luck.”“I’ll need it, won’t I?” I was mostly mocking his cynicism. I didn’t buy any of this. She just seemed like a hard-to-get seductress nothing I couldn’t handle. God, how I want to shoot myself now.“No, you won’t. Remember? 8th boyfriend? You could reel her in given 4 days or so. less, if that reaction she gave you was genuine.” With that, the bell rang, and I lost him in the crowd. I caught one last glimpse of Victoria from afar she was truly awe-inspiring, looking young and untouched, yet firm, athletic and unbelievably sexy. I was determined to show her how the world worked, at any cost.At the end of the day, during the last period, I went to my performing arts elective. And, there she was, her small back perfectly arched as she sat on the radiator, leaning against the window, playing with a bracelet as she watched some other people. My heart skipped a giant beat. She was a dancer, obviously, and was now wearing a skin-tight, super-thin black leotard with matching dancing pants, simply to retain some shred of decency though it’s hard to say she needed it, she still looked so perfectly innocent and proper. Small, perfectly shaped breasts were fairly pronounced, with a small, skin-hugging necklace for the perfect accent. I quickly dropped my backpack, as if carrying out some demand, and began to walk up to her.She was alone, looking off in thought, as her eyes locked on me. I approached, swallowed, and spoke, hoping that I wouldn’t blow this she just looked too perfectly sexy.“We weren’t properly introduced in the hallway. My name’s Steve.” I put my hands in my pockets and tried to take a relaxed posture.“Victoria. Pleased to meet you and yes, our ‘introduction’ was kind of short, since that doofus Luke can’t keep his mouth closed.” She spoke with a quiet sense of detachment that would set any man off-kilter. She seemed so apathetic, it was almost cruel. Obviously, another guy going up and ‘getting to know her’ was as common as drawing breath.“Well, I’ve known him for awhile. What he says usually as some rationality in it.” I couldn’t hold back a grin as I sat down, roughly next to her.“Rationality?” She fastened two slightly narrowed eyes on me. “No, from what I see, he just likes to be a pest especially around me.” If I didn’t know better, I was sure of two things: she might not have been sure of the meaning of the word ‘rationality’, and she also sounded mildly hurt as she ended the sentence.“That’s too bad. Something happen between you two?” I decided it would be best to fake idiocy.“We were going out, once. It wasn’t serious, but he just got more and more annoying as it went on but forget all that. What about you, Steve?”“Me? Well, I just saw you in the hall and thought that” my voice trailed off. It entered my head that I might be able to get really truthful with her but not yet. Then, she surprised me.“You thought that I was hot, and that’s why you’re making smalltalk, right?” She sounded dead serious.“Um no, I was well” I could only shift between responses, trying to catch up with my thoughts.“Yes, of course. You just seem so smart and grown up and well” her eyes drifted down my body, then shot up to my face. “Tell you what if that’s what you’re thinking, it might be best to cut all the needless run-around out. For once, I’d like a guy that I didn’t have to play the social game with. Got it?”“Absolutely. I’m impressed, most girls are happy with their indecision.”“Not this one. Come on, the class is about to start.”“I spent the next few days at home in a daze, every once in a while stopping to call her and talk about the realities of her life though, as truthful as it got, something was always missing. It was a touch of emotion, or a trace of real feeling. It was all cold and meaningless to her. I was frightened, then, when she showed amusement.One day, in PA (performing arts), we were all watching a movie when, in the darkness of the room, she slid across the dance floor we were all sitting on and nimbly placed herself on my lap. I had to remind myself of the crowd surrounding us in order to keep my dick limp. She leaned back against me with a predatorial grin and settled her tight, firm ass directly onto my crotch. As always, she was wearing her ridiculously thin outfit, and so I could feel every contour, every crevice, every curve fitting around my crotch with grace. No one seemed to notice, and so, with a chuckle, she slowly slid her hands under her own thighs, to the sides of mine, then down to my knees then, back up the inside in one lithe movement. As it was impossible to resist further, my cock immediately began to swell, pressing up against her petite ass as she encouraged it. She let her hands rest, then bent back her head to rest it on my shoulder as she whispered.“Woah, stallion.”With that, she rolled off me and resumed watching the movie, an amused smile on her face. I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead and wondered what had just happened.It only got worse from there. Although Luke noted how much time we spent together, she continued to seduce and entice me every chance she could get, and always in a new, mind-bending way. After awhile, I was her slobbering slave.Then, one night, we had a PA performance. Backstage, just before the show, she walked up to me with a sly smile, slowly straddled my lap as I sat in a folding chair, arched her back, and whispered into my ear.“Good luck.”She tilted her head, then kissed me deeply. No one was watching as her tongue nimbly darted around mine, shooting in and out of my mouth as her hands held the back of my head. She indulged herself for about 30 seconds, then broke, smiled, chuckled, and went back to the side of the stage just before the first number began.I was so stunned for the rest of the show that I nearly forgot my lines every single time I had one. She still smiled at me, and all I could think about was whether she had a boyfriend at the moment. Since I had heard from Luke, she was still as prude as ever to everyone else.Later on, after we had both finished all the scenes we were in, she shot me one last grin before darting outside. I followed her as she walked off into the night, then caught up with her just before she reached the outlying woods.“What are you trying to do, anyway? I thought you were careful about who you gave your body away to!”“So I am, Steve very careful. You should feel privileged.” She stopped and spun around as I walked right into her. She instantly threw her arms up and curled them around my shoulders, her head lowered with a wicked smile.“There’s only one guy I can be truthful with, and there’s only one guy who I can feel close to”I was speechless as I felt her knee press into the inside of my thigh. She arched her back firmly, pressing her small breasts into my chest almost forcefully. Her head began to near mine, slowly.“Take me, Steve. Please Show me what no one else can. Now.” Her voice was almost a desperate whisper as I gave in to her spell. I caught her lips with mine and kissed her passionately, a deep, furious tongue-lashing as I began to lower her down onto the grass, surrounded by the trees in the night. I hit one knee as she slid down onto the ground and held me tightly to her. Her arms slid around my torso and began to take off my unbuttoned overshirt as I concentrated on kissing her. She broke it to rip my shirt off me with a high-pitched groan, and I continued to kiss her neck unrelentingly.She smiled and moaned as she lay there, being held and kissed by me for a few minutes. She then tore off my T-shirt, running her hands over my chest and abs, down to my waist.“Ooh you must work out I like that.” She reached my belt buckle and undid it swiftly, yanking it off with a satisfying sound.“When I can hoping that a beautiful angel will fly into my arms, dressed as an evil seductress” I shut up once her hands spread their fingers, her palms pressed to my skin, and slid them down to my crotch. She giggled and rubbed her hands over my swelling cock as her smile faded. Her breathing quickly became heavier as her long, warm fingers gripped the length of my cock and began to pump it slowly. I threw one leg over the other side of her, now straddling her waist, as I struggled to get my pants off. She didn’t stop stroking me, and once she could see my cock, she gasped. It might not have been the size, just the erotic feeling of being so intimate with a guy for the first time. I pulled off my boxers with my pants and lowered myself onto her gently. She spread her legs and wrapped them around my abdomen as she kicked her dancing shoes off.Her breathing echoed through my mind as I kissed her again, her arms free to work herself out of her black leotard. Once the shoulder straps were off, she peeled it off herself. Then, once it was slid off of both legs, she pulled her tights off, leaving her in nothing but a pink satin bra and matching silk panties. Her body was as muscular as I had imagined, being perfectly shaped and rock-solid as she curled around me. After a short while of kissing, I slid down her body, stopping to kiss her breasts for a few seconds, before continuing my trip down her pulsing stomach. As I reached her crotch, I could hear her moan ‘Oh, yes” as I found her eyes intent on my head.“You’ve never been eaten out, have you?”“No, I’ve never gone beyond kissing please be gentle” Her voice was very quiet and moaning already, as my hands locked her thighs in a parted position. She let her arms fall above her head, leaving her in a perfect spread-eagle position. I slowly slid her panties across her pussy, to the side, as she let out a smiling moan of momentary contentment. My lips brushed against her young pussy, quickening her breathing and causing her midsection to pulse and shiver with anticipation as her hands slid up and down her forearms nervously. I tenderly kissed her small patch of light brown hair and slid my lips up and down her cunt, warming it with my breath as her shivering increased. Her breathing turned very heavy as she quietly pleaded for me to ‘give it to her’.I could see the anticipation building inside her as I began to press my lips to her pussy with greater force, every once on a while nearly slipping my upper lip through her exterior. I began to lick my lips, spreading some moisture over her own lips as I held my tongue back for the right moment. After a few more seconds of teasing her, her moaning became louder and louder as her cunt got wetter and wetter with both our juices. Her smell began to hit my nose, working its way through my head like a nerve gas. After a few more seconds, I was convinced that I could hold it no longer and licked the length of her pussy lips, from bottom to top, nearly brushing her clit. She let out a long yelp of pleasure as her body quaked furiously, before settling back down to a tremor. Her moaning got much louder, and I continued to flick my tongue out every few seconds, still kissing her exterior slowly.“Damnit Steve, stop doing this to meee” she moaned out as her face contorted with restraint. My licking increased, and I drew my tongue around the full length of her glistening slit many times in one motion. Her shivering and moaning mounted to a new height as I began to push into her, my hands locked around her thighs to keep her relatively still.My tongue finally pushed through, warmed by her heat and coated instantly with her sweet juices. She let out a long, deep grunt and threw her hands involuntarily to the back of my head, pushing my tongue deeper into her with fury. I tensed it up and flicked it up to her clit, my lips tending to the exterior and making sure that none of her juices escaped me. My tongue hooked its way around her clit, sucking and savoring it with force. Every breath of hers was a combination of a squeal and a moan, making an ‘Oooh’ sound whenever it was coherent at all. She rocked her hips back and forth, using her extreme agility to writhe under my mouth and twist her body with my tongue. Her whole face tensed with a moan as my tongue pushed farther into her, fighting her contracting pussy-muscles to probe deeper and deeper into her hot, wet slit. Her legs closed around my torso from behind, every muscle in her body tensing as her tone of voice slowly became louder and higher with each breath. I continued to suck her clit with all my might as my lips entwined around her, sucking up like a vacuum all she had to offer. After a few moments of this, her chest shot up as her head sprung back with a shrill scream of release, her heels digging into my back as every muscle in her furiously convulsed around me. Her pussy closed around my tongue with a vice-like grip as I still managed to massage her cunt, inside, outside, and all around her clit. She began to claw at the back of my head, her face and body tightening in the throes of her first orgasm. Her nectar flooded into my mouth like a torrent, spilling out onto her crotch and acting a further lubricant for my continued tongue-lashing. I swirled around her clit, pushing through into her pussy despite the resistance over and over again, until she was actually attempting to tell me to stop.As screams and high-pitched moans escaped her, she tried to plead with me to stop and allow her to rest, as sweat coated her body and matted her hair to her head. I eventually listened to her, bringing my mouth away from her quivering mound. Her breathing began to even out as her body dropped back to the ground, limp and slick with sweat. I placed her panties back on her, not doing much to hide her moisture and her scent.I rose to her side and lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around her in a loving hug. Her arms and legs were outstretched still as her chest heaved with gigantic gasps, her eyes still closed as her face remained blank. I held her close to me and kissed her neck until her beautiful green eyes opened, then met her gaze and kissed her slowly. She lapped up the remainder of her own juices inside my mouth as she curled her body around me. After we broke the kiss, she smiled and chuckled contentedly at me but still, there was a touch of emotion lacking, some part of her loving eyes that was missing.I ignored it, as always.“Was that satisfactory, Victoria?”“Ooh, yes, Steve I wish I had known sooner” she chuckled again and kissed me leisurely, her eyes half-opened and full of pleasure. Her hands slid back to my chest, then slowly ran downward.“But it mustn’t have been as good for you, my dear” She glanced between my eyes and my swelling member.“Oh, of course it-” I was cut off as she gripped my dick tightly.“I insist it wasn’t as good for you. Allow me to repay you”My racing thoughts finally began to slow as the moment swallowed them up. I lay on my side, naked, as she wiggled down my body, her hands skimming across my fairly muscular chest and abdomen. My hands leisurely combed through her long hair as her head reached my crotch and I began to feel her breath on my groin. My eyes closed partly as her hands slid onto my cock, quickly ordering it to swell and stretch toward her full lips. She slowly began to pump it with both hands, glancing up to me with a slight grin every few seconds to gauge my reaction. I was already in a half-daze, the smell of her pussy still surrounding my mouth and nose.Suddenly, just as my cock began to reach its maximum length, she speared it into her mouth. Her lips locked close to the base as it hit the back of her mouth, her tongue struggling around the head as a breath escaped her. I emitted a long groan as my hips began to pulse slightly toward her mouth, her warmth and her moisture overtaking me in a different way. She slid my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, always flicking her tensed tongue around the head with skill beyond her years before slamming it back in with an animalistic groan.Her fingers curled around the very base of my cock, brushing against my balls ever so lightly. Her head began to turn to the side with each pump as it got faster and faster. My groans began to match hers as my whole body sank deeper and deeper into the throes of passion. Her free hand slid down to her young breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her bra before slipping underneath it. Then, once she craved more, her hand slid down to her pussy and began to work it once more. Her fingers pumped in and out of her, her thumb swirling around her clit as my cock grew still harder. She drew it out of her mouth for a second in order to kiss the length of it with her tongue and lips, before ramming it back into her waiting mouth.As she learned to focus more on the head, my hands locked around her hair as waves of pleasure began to ripple through my mind and body. Her mouth closed on my cock tightly, her tongue massaging every inch of it until I shot my first stream of cum into it with an animalistic grown. Her closed eyes tensed as she struggled to contain it all, her fingers still working her pussy feverishly. Her tongue continued to lap at all I could offer as my orgasm continued, her lips still tight around my cock. My groans slowly died down as she laved up the last of my cum, her breath still fast with an approaching orgasm.I summoned up the last of my momentary willpower and sat up, taking her in my arms from behind and reaching down to her pussy where her hand worked with abandon. My fingers joined hers and massaged her clit while digging into her pussy as far as they could without breaking her delicate and fragile virginity. Her hand finally released and shot up to my neck, both her hands gripping my shoulders as I cradled her in my lap. She moaned out another orgasm as her body writhed furiously in mine, her pussy gripping at my fingers and making small slurping sounds as they pulled in and out of her. I kissed her neck feverishly as she bent her head back, a small smile on her open mouth as her breath came heavily.The scene slowly calmed down as my cum-soaked hand slid up to lay gracefully on her breast, my lips finding hers yet again and twirling around her tongue. Once we had relaxed, she fell into my chest and arms and closed her eyes, a smile frozen on her face as if she was in a dream. Perhaps she was and her spell is so strong that, here I am, reliving our glorious encounter, forgetting the fact that she was only setting me up!“You were right satisfying one returns the favor.” She stretched her arms out like a cat, her bare ass resting on my semi-hard cock.“I tried to tell you” A smile emerged on my face. “But you just wouldn’t listen to me. Then you go and act on impulse, and where does it get you?”“Through the gates of heaven, that’s where.” Her eyes were still shut as she bent back to kiss my neck. And I thought we were done.“I’m glad I had you inside me, Steve.. but, I’m sure it can get even better, can’t it?”“I don’t really know, I’m still a virgin.”Her head twisted around to lock eyes with me. “You? Oh, yeah I forgot you were a freshman. It’s easy to lose all um ‘rationality’ in your arms.”I chuckled under my breath. “You’re great you’re just perfect.”“And so are you, Steve.” Our lips met as we kissed lightly.Again, a hint of emotion was missing. The exact same puzzle piece just wouldn’t fit.And I ignored it, as always.She settled into my lap with a sigh, taking a moment to rest, as I considered what she had just said. ‘It can get even better, can’t it?’ If I didn’t know better (which I didn’t), I could’ve sworn she just said she wanted to get fucked!“We have so much time together that damn show won’t be over for another hour.” It was true, the instructor was kind of a sadist at heart. “Shouldn’t we make the best of our time?” Her eyes met mine, leisurely narrowed, as she smiled meaningfully.And there’s the checkered flag! “Of course we should but, I must warn you, if we go on, it might hurt.”“Oh, I don’t give a shit, Steve.” She tossed her hair back as her hands slid down to my cock, gripping it again and pumping it only for the few needed seconds. It was quickly at attention, pressing up into her ass-crack. Her breathing slowly became heavier as she pressed my cock into her slit, slowly pressing the head into her tight hole. It soon began to slide in as her juices spread over the tip. I slowly took control and began to press it into her as she sat on my lap, her back to me as she bent her head back in pleasure, waiting for it to hit her. My cock slid in, inch by inch, until it pressed against her hymen. Immediately, she gasped loudly and gritted her teeth. I slowly added force as I felt it give way, and, as I did, her tightened jaw screamed with agony. Her voice became a screech, louder and louder, as it finally gave way and my cock plunged into her entirely. Her mouth flew open with a loud scream as my hands held her tightly, my lips trying to soothe her as she gripped at my bare skin furiously.After a short while, her screams became only heavy gasps as she held my cock tightly in her. Small trickles of blood seeped down into my pubic hair as her grip on my shoulders began to loosen. Her tightly closed eyes still told of her agony, and it almost tore me apart with her. Her whole body quaked with a mixture of pleasure, pain, and anxiety. My cock, however, remained hard as her muscles tightened around it, her juices washing away the blood.“Do it.” She whispered as her face began to relax again. I was on the verge of consoling her, but her animalistic cravings seemed to remain unstopped. I reached down to grasp her hips and lifted her up, her weight being surprisingly less than what I had expected. She slid up off my cock, almost entirely, as her pussy tightened up again, then let her drop back onto it with a sudden moan of agony and pleasure. Her muscles tightened again around me, and her hands gripped my shoulders with all her possible strength. Her back arched as her face quaked with emotions, my lips still kissing her neck soothingly. It stabbed at me to see her in such strain, but the pleasure washing through my own body gave rise to only a few simple thoughts. I lifted her up again, this time slowly placing her back down onto my cock with further care. This time, her mouth shaped a slight smile as a moan of pure ecstasy shook out from her throat. I continued the motion, this time pressing into her as she fell with slightly more speed. Her moans became louder, her pussy gripping my cock in perfect rhythm with my pumps. Her juices flowed down onto my thighs and balls, her body shaking in mine. I held her close, tightly, and reassuringly, kissing her neck with care, whispering how much I loved her.The motion continued until she was emitting a near-constant stream of squeals and moans, her mouth shaping a slight smile as she shook in my arms. Before I could begin to speak again“Shut up, Steve.”That took me off-guard. I continued to fuck her, this time quiet, wondering what that cold response meant. Her moaning continued as my cock rammed into her, now with more force, but it was obvious she wanted something else. Then, it hit me.“Fuck me, you little bitch.”She smiled wide and giggled between moans, that obviously scratching her itch. Per pussy gripped my cock with even greater strength, as if she was actually listening to me.“Take it, my young little slut. Milk my cock in your pussy until I let you stop. Ram it into you!” My voice slowly grew as her moans became higher squeals, a purely ecstatic smile gleaming through her. I became caught up in my own tirade, slamming her down onto my cock furiously and forcefully. Her tightly clenching pussy flowed with nectar as it made slight slurping sounds, her squeals beginning to shape words.“Oh, yes. Give it to me. Fuck me, don’t let me stop!” Her body bounced up and down in my lap until she made a movement that still shocks the hell out of me. With my cock still deep inside her, she shot her leg straight up and threw it around me, twirling around my cock until we were face to face. Her neck grew partially limp, her head tilting to the side and slightly down as her eyes remained closed. Her pouting lips were slightly parted, just like the first time I met her in the hallway. Short, gasping squeals escaped her as, with every few pumps, her mouth tightened into a smile, her teeth gritted as she arched her back. Her firm breasts, their nipples hard as the rest of her body, pressing into my sweaty chest as I lifted her up and pressed her down over and over again. Her legs curled around me until they dug into my ass, her knees pressing against my ribcage like that girl in Goldeneye! Sorry, but from my point of view now, they have so much in commonHer young and still innocent-looking eyes slowly shook open as they met mine.“Do you like this, bitch? Being speared on my rock-hard cock until you can’t possibly take any more? Having the shit fucked out of you until your mind is brimming with images and feelings of me!?” I challenged her as her face contorted with a combination of agonizing submission and pure ecstasy. Then, as I yelled out the last sentence, her eyes shot fully open and seemed to show a look of regret, or or something I still can’t place it, but it’s seared into my mind. For an instant, that missing piece of empathy was all I could see, shining from deep inside her. Her eyes looked at me with a half-confused expression of love, then sudden longing. I took the initiative and kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my lips suckled hers. After a short second of restraint, she lunged forth and kissed me with greater passion than I have ever been kissed. Her tongue swirled around mine with mind-shattering speed, probing deep into my mouth as her moans riveted themselves into my brain.She was still bouncing up and down on my cock, her lips locked onto mine, when she threw her head back and curled her eyebrows up in a rush of pleasure. I slammed my cock into her again and again, her hands clawing at my shoulders. Her juices flowed onto my cock and down onto my abdomen as her groin slammed down onto mine with almost painful force. Her small mound gripped my cock with such a strength that I had to strive with all my mig

Pete had been friends with Steve since he had first graduated from college and gotten his first job. He remembered… A young Malay girl, Mei stood only 5′ 2″, weighed only 110 pounds, but had an exquisite figure. Her breasts were firm, nicely rounded and stood out from her well developed chest tipped with two tiny dark protruding nipples. Her public mound was very prominent but she had kept her pussy clean of hair, the multiple folds of her vagina lips centered with a barely visible clit.She was already experienced sexually, although only 18 years old. She was trim and had a well formed body due to swimming frequently. She had been happy and content until she had moved to the city, where she had been unable to get work. She didn’t know anyone and was soon destitute on the streets of the crowded city. Since she was very attractive, she decided to try picking up a “trick”. The man she picked up was a tall, but slightly overweight Arab who offered her a good price for a whole night. She was delighted and was determined to please the man and perhaps convince him to keep her for more nights.When she arrived in his hotel room, he had begun to beat her almost immediately. She cowered and took it as long as she could, but the man seemed obsessed. Finally she saw an opening and grabbed the knife out of his waistband, plunging it deep into his chest. Blood spurted everywhere as she stabbed him over and over again in her rage. When he finally lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood, she realized what she had done.She ran to his bathroom, washed the blood off herself, and dressed again. Fortunately no blood had gotten on her clothes. She stuck the knife in her bag and was about to leave when another Arab man stopped her at the door. He saw his friend lying dead on the floor in a pool of blood and shouted for the police, holding Mei in a tight grip until they came.The police had been sympathetic to her as they had similar problems with Arab tourists before, and she was clearly beaten, the whip marked all over her tender body. The Arab, however, had been an important businessman and his friend had requested that she be put to death as punishment. The judge, being somewhat sympathetic as well, had opted for imprisonment and sale to an exotic meat farm that he knew of, where she would at least have a chance to become a milker and last a little longer. Sadly, he knew that it was just postponing her fate, but it was better than nothing. If he sentenced her to execution by strangling, her body would be sold to a local butcher shop anyway.Now Mei stood in this strange holding area with several other Malay girls and a few American girls. The were all pretty, and their hands were all tied behind the girl’s naked bodies. A man was inspecting each of the girls and though she didn’t understand English, she could tell he was sorting the girls out for something. When he got to her, his strong but gentle hands caressed her body, feeling her muscles and breasts, and inserting a finger into her vagina, he then said something to his assistant and moved on to the next girl. She and another girl about her same size were taken to a large room that looked like a butcher shop. She was strung up hanging upside down from a crossbar by her ankles with a rope. No one said anything, and then just left them hanging there.Soon another girl was brought in, one of the tall American girls. First the men pushed hoses into the three girl’s asses and a small hose into their urethra and, turning on the water, flushed them out. She was so full of water at first that her belly began to expand and when she was full, they turned her right side up so that she could shit and piss on the floor. They then washed the girls all down and left them hanging except the pretty American girl. The men took her to one of the tables and strapped her down as one of the men fucked the girl’s mouth. Then the other man started forcing a long sharp pole through the American girl, her screams piercing and loud, until it emerged from her mouth, forcing blood and cum out of her. The girl was still alive, struggling and obvious crying in pain as they took her outside soon afterwards.Then they came back and strung the other Malay girl up tying her to a tall pole on a raised platform. They spread her legs and shaved her pussy and then began forcing a sharpened pole slowly up through her body. She screamed and screamed until they held the girl’s head back and the pole emerged out of her mouth. They cut her belly open and pulled her guts out, throwing them in a bucket and then they sewed her up again. She could no longer scream, but she was still alive and her body twisted and struggled as the men carried her out of the room, too.The men returned and hung her from the same platform and she knew she was going to be spitted by the long pole as well. First they spread her legs and shaved the little hair that she had over her vagina. The men then injected something into both of her breasts and she felt them begin to become more firm than normal and at the same time a numbing sensation came over her whole body. Apparently she had been given some kind of anesthetic although it was only a mild one. She could feel her belly being slit open and one of the men reached into her and as the huge spit began to move up into her anus, he grabbed her empty colon and guided the shaft up into her body. She could now feel the pain of being spitted by the pole and began to scream and twist from the pain. Calling out to them men, she cried, “Please kill me first. Don’t make me suffer. Oh God! It hurts so much!! I don’t want to die this way!” But the men could not understand her language and were not likely to change their minds anyway as they apparently had done this many times before. She could feel the spit moving up her body as it exited through her intestines and then the man forced it into her esophagus and she soon was silenced as the rod emerged from her mouth, blood spilling out of her at both ends.Mei continued to scream silently as the men lifted the two ends of the spit and carried her out of the building. She twisted and struggled, but her body was securely impaled by the 8′ long 3 1/2″ thick spitting pole. She was finally brought to a barbecue pit where she saw both the pretty American girl and the other Malay girl turning slowly, roasting over a fire, the fat already dripping from the American’s beautiful body as she cooked. The American was obviously now dead, but her friend was still twitching, and her lungs gasping, as the flames licked at the butter and sauces dripping from her body.Me could feel the tremendous heat as she was placed over the fire herself. With a last burst of energy, she struggled furiously, and vainly, as a man began to rub her body with butter. She could feel her breasts and buttocks begin to heat up as she turned slowly. “My God! It’s so hot!! And it hurts so much!!!!” she screamed to herself. ” I wish someone would kill me and spare me the pain! Just get it over with!!” The flames licked at her body as she continued to rotate on the spit and she was basted over and over by the cook, the only relief being the coolness of the butter as it was rubbed into her. She could feel her skin begin to tighten as she began to cook, and she could even smell herself roasting. It smelled so delicious, she almost wished she could taste her own meat. Finally her struggled ceased as her body began to roast and her internal organs were cooked from the steam inside her belly. She died as her body started to turn a delicious dark golden brown.The cook could see she had finally expired, and knew her meat would be fantastic, since the longer the girl lived while being cooked, the better her meat would taste. After she had cooked for almost four hours, he pierced her with a meat fork to test the doneness of her meat. her juices and liquefied fat spurted from the wound, so he knew she had cooked up juicy and tender. He then sliced a small piece of meat from the underside of one of her breasts, and another tiny morsel from her pretty butt. Popping the small, hot, pieces of girl meat into his mouth he said, “UMMMMMM! Absolutely delicious! This one is perfectly done. Let’s get her onto a serving platter.”Carefully, his assistant and he lifted Mei’s body from the fire and placed her gently on a large serving platter. They gently pulled the spit out of her, leaving her with her mouth wide open and a large hole where her asshole had been. She was so juicy, that a little meat stuck to the spit as it was removed. Her body was very hot and steam rose from it as they arranged her on her elbows and knees with the traditional apple in her mouth. She was then delivered to one of the large banquet tables. There the host of that table began to carve thin slices of Mei’s breasts, buttocks and thighs. Her well developed meaty back muscles and part of one her ribs were cut off and placed on another platter, where her rib steaks and her tender, finely marbled roasts were sliced into serving cuts of beautiful, juicy and slightly rare cuts of prime girl meat. The host cut open her belly and carefully extracted her heart, the organ still bubbling from the heat. He placed it on his own plate along with the meat cut from her vagina. He then sat down to a meal of one of the most delicious girls he had eaten in a long time. Everyone began slicing more of her meat off, gorging themselves on the sweet, juicy, flesh of Mei, soon reducing her to just a few scraps of meat on her well picked bones. One young man had cut off one of her calves and was contentedly eating the meat right off her shin bone.Mei was an excellent meal and very little was left of her at the end of the dinner.

2014 miss india,My wife was out of town for the week, which left me without much to do besides watching TV or catching the basketball games on the radio. So when rush hour hit, I headed to a nearby bar and sat at the rail to check out the traffic, ordering a gin and tonic to pass the time. It was an upscale crowd – yuppies, business men like myself, you know the type. As I swiveled my barstool around, getting a quick 360 of the clientele, I realized there was a woman sitting next to me. A good- looking brunette in a well-tailored business suit. And unless I was very much mistaken, she had been giving me the eye. I turned around, and she was there all right, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite fathom. “Rough day?,” she asked, and I relaxed and moved into the “office work” routine with half my mind while the other half tried to figure what she was looking for. She was friendly enough, and I tuned back into our discussion just in time to hear myself recommend a little Chinese place for dinner. We ate at Yank Soo’s in one of the booths overlooking the river. Separate checks, of course., She told me about life in the field of accounting and how hard it was for a woman to get ahead in a male- dominated area. We talked about college and career, and found a mutual interest in old jazz. Turns out she had some early Blue Note disks I had been looking for years, so I asked about taping them for my collection and she invited me to come over and give them a listen first. Her “little place” was a Victorian brownstone in one of the more expensive neighborhoods. I pulled into the second bay of the two-car garage since it looked like rain. She showed me into the music room as she went to fix something to drink. I was impressed – her jazz collection was something incredible, from rare Bird to just about every Monk album ever released. I found the records we had discussed and put one on the turntable, then sat on the couch and listened. Cool, sweet, jazz – I closed my eyes and drank in the sound. At some point in the first track she put a drink in my hand, and I sipped as I listened. The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to see her beside me on the couch. Somehow, taking her in my arms was the easiest thing to do, and when the second track began we just naturally rose to start dancing. Her hands drifted down to the base of my spine, and I became aware of the points of her breasts through the silk blouse she wore. We turned so she was dancing with her back to me, moving her hips back into mine. I cupped her breasts, and heard her sigh as she leaned into me. She turned around, and as our dance went on she unbuttoned my shirt, then removed it and my jacket. Next to go was her jacket and blouse, and we danced through the next solo with her hands inside the back of my pants.sex photos“Come upstairs,” she breathed, running one hand between my legs, and I didn’t have the will to resist her. She unfastened my pants there in the music room, leaving me in shorts alone, took off her bra, and kissed me long and deep, my hands roaming over her back and down farther. She led me up the stairs, one hand in my shorts, and opened the door to her bedroom. There was a large bed there, a music system equal to the one downstairs, and a low metal Sixties-style bench with a fur seat by a curtained wall. She asked me to sit on the bench, and as the music from downstairs continued, used her own fingers to bring her nipples into proud erection. “Kiss me,” she said, offering a ripe tit, and I cooperated, drawing it into my mouth with lips and tongue. “Harder,” she moaned, and I used my teeth and tongue, feeling it become stiff and swollen. She pulled away, then offered the other breast for the same treatment. Then she pulled away this time, her face – indeed her whole upper body – was flushed. She beckoned with one finger, and I came to her to slip her skirt off, revealing a black pair of crotchless panties. I slipped a finger between her thighs, finding that she was already warm and wet. She asked me to turn around, so I did so, facing the bench and wall as she dragged my shorts down, my penis spring free to smack audibly against my belly. I felt her hands move down my legs, and then a clicking sound. I looked down to realize that she had just fastened a set of fur-lined cuffs around my ankles and snapped them to the bottom legs of the bench. She pushed me forward, and as I fell she grabbed one arm, then the other, fastening them similarly to the other end. I began to appreciate the design of the bench in a different light now. The seat of the bench ran from just below my neck to just above my waist, then the bench legs went out at an angle, leaving me open to the air from the belly button to mid-thigh. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could still smell her private aroma, and that maintained my flagging erection. She slid a footstool beneath my chin, lifting my head so I could see the slit in her panties and smell the juices that were already gathered there. As she slid forward, I stretched my tongue out to meet her, finding her hot and wet inside. She gripped my head as I kissed and licked, and ran trails with her nails around my ears, the back of my neck, my armpits, each nail leaving a trace I could feel as clearly as reading a map. I felt something toying with the head of my penis — she had stretched her legs and gripped me with her toes. Now she pulled slightly away from my face, and I had to stretch my head and tongue to reach her, as she braced her hands on my shoulders and began working me with her feet. I could not hold off, but as I began to shoot I felt her begin her own spasms around my tongue. She bent her knee, bringing one foot onto the stool, her toes between my face and her pussy. “Suck,” she commanded, and despite some misgivings I did, mingling the acrid taste of my own fluid with the heavy smell of her juices. She buried my face inside her pussy again, and I licked and nibbled until she was satisfied. She arose, moving to my nether end, and I heard a buzzing sound, then felt a vibrator moving over my thighs, between my legs, between my cheeks. She parted my cheeks and I felt her finger work its way into the opening there, moving in and out until I relaxed. Then her finger was replaced by something thicker that went in until my muscles clamped around a narrow portion. She ran the vibrator over the end of the plug, and the sensation was so intense, that to my surprise I found myself becoming erect again. She unhooked the cuffs from the bench, and helped me to stand erect, taking me in a full body kiss, tongues fighting for space, then sliding slowly down my body to taste and tease my nipples as I cupped and squeezed her full breasts. Each move I made caused the plug to wiggle, making my erection bob and jerk against her. “Poor baby, we’ve been neglecting you,” she said, and sank to her knees to engulf me in the moist cavern of her mouth. I closed my eyes and stroked her fine hair as her tongue and lips worked their magic on me, all the while her fingers were pinching, caressing and stroking my thighs, cheeks, genitals. My breath was coming ragged as she held me on the edge of erupting.pornShe pulled away, holding me in her hand as she led me to a curtained wall, then drew the curtain aside to reveal a large metal frame with D-rings at the corners. She backed me up and attached my feet to the corners, spreading my legs to do so, then kissed and licked her way up my body, finally lifting my arms and hooking their cuffs to the top corners of the frame. By now she was riding on top of me, rubbing her labia around my aching member, her breasts hot against my chest. She moved her head down to kiss and worry my nipple, then made me gasp as she clipped something to it. She repeated the treatment on my other nipple, then slid down and wrapped her breasts around my erection, bring it up harder (if possible). Now she attached some sort of clamp to the skin just below the head, with a weight attached to the clamp. The weight magnified every movement I make. As she stepped away from the frame, my attention wavered between the growing pain at my nipples, the constant reminder of the anal plug, and the self-jerking action of my cock. Her face was radiant as she watched me quiver. She asked me, “What would you like first?,” but I could not give her an answer. Remove the clips? Take me into her mouth? Unhook my arms? She chuckled at my indecision, then went to the side of the frame, unhooked a bar, and swung the frame out, now perpendicular to the wall. “You’ll like this, I think” she said, scraping her nails up my ass cheeks, wiggling the plug to draw a low moan from me. She took the weight and fastened it to the anal plug, so every motion I made was now reflected. I heard her step away, then I could not hear her at all. My nipples felt on fire, and all the squirming I could manage in that frame would not budge them. But all that movement did shake the weight and move the plug, making my aching erection harder. Where did she go? I began to worry how long she was going to leave me and finally yelled “Hello? Where are you?” I got my answer as my ass exploded in pain. Whack! Whack! She had re-entered the room quietly and now was strapping my ass. I cried out from the shock, her only response more laughter. Every jolt of the strap seemed to run from the base of my ass cheeks to the head of my erection. When she finally stopped the spanking, I thanked her in relief, asking what she wanted from me. “Aren’t you enjoying yourself?,” she answered, “Oh, silly me, you have all these tight muscles that need to be loosened.” She began stroking my ass, her palms cool relief against my abused flesh. She started moving the anal plug in and out, fucking my ass with it while the attached weight pulled my cock up and down in return. The sensations finally overwhelmed me, and without her ever touching my cock directly I came, long and hard, in spasm after spasm, her fingers continuing to move until I was slumped boneless in the frame. I barely whimpered at the pain when she removed the clips, then released me from the frame. Eventually I gathered the strength to get dressed – she had done so already and had coffee brewing down in the kitchen. We shared a cup together in silence. As I got up to leave, she said “We really must get together again.” The thought was tempting, but thinking of my wife, I declined. “No, I really think we must” she said more firmly, and handed me a photograph. I hadn’t noticed a camera at the time, but the photograph was clearly recognizable as me, naked in the frame, nipples clipped, face locked in a rictus of pleasure, strands of semen flying in the air. “I have your number,” she said as I left. I think she does.

Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but…

Part 1 – An Acquired Taste “So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?” Smiling, my…malhar patekar

Mona entered the plush office of her boss, John Powers, exactly at 5:15. She had been coming to his office every working day ever since he had caught her stealing $5000 from his private funds. She locked the door and turned toward his desk. He waited, as always, behind the large walnut desk for Mona to arrive and start the session that he had been thinking about all day. Mona had hated the thing at first but after several weeks, she had grown to like it. Powers had told her that she would go to jail or… she could be his “Sex Slave”! Now after finishing up the day’s work of typing and filling papers, she would finish this task! Mona wore the tight black dress with the scoop neckline that he liked so much. When she got down on her knees before him and began to fumble at his pants zipper, he enjoyed the wonderful view down into Mona’s bosom and the deep, firm cleavage she possessed. “Hello Mona Dear! You’re right on time as always,” Powers said as he moved his legs so that Mona could get closer to him. Powers’ wall stereo played softly in the background as Mona unzipped his slacks. Mona remembered the first day and how terrified she was, but now she rather enjoyed the feel of his penis in her mouth and the way it would grow and harden under her lips and tongue. The way she could get him to moan and beg her as she expertly massaged his member to complete erection and then to explode with his customary groans of pleasure. During those minutes, Mona felt more feminine and desirable than any time in her life and she tried to improve her technique each time they met. Mona drew out his soft cock and kissed the tip. With her eyes closed, she opened her ruby lips and encircled the warm flesh and slowly lowered her mouth onto his member. John Powers enjoyed the sight of his personal secretary as she bobbed up and down between his open legs. Her honey-blond hair fell down over his thighs and her full firm breasts touched his legs when she leaned forward. He had always thought she resembled the late movie star: Marilyn Monroe and she did a bit, except that Mona had bigger, firmer breasts and her legs were longer. Later when she had brought a great sigh from Powers lips and he had almost caused her to gag on the quantity of his pearly liquid spurting down her throat, he had Mona move to his large overstuffed chair and he turned her so he could undo the six buttons on the back of her dress. He pulled it down and then unfastened the wide bra strap at her back. Mona wore a custom made white underwire model 36D that had panels of sheer lace along the sides and fitted her perfectly. John Powers slid the straps down her arms and dropped the garment by the chair. Now he pushed Mona back into the chair and kissed each of her full breasts, newly released from the cloth prison. He sucked her pink nipped tips until Mona tried to pull away, as he nipped one erect nub, and she gasped, “Oh John! Please! You can’t bite them like that! It HURTS!” John continued kissing and sucking Mona’s breasts for a time and then stopped. He held her by the shoulders and looking into her green eyes, told her :” Mona, my dear, I want you to spend a weekend with a friend of mine. A Doctor and his wife.” Mona was slipping the bra back on and pulling her dress back in place. “What? You want me to go to a stranger and spend the night?,” she said. Powers continued: “You will have dinner with my friend Doctor Morrieau and his wife; Vanisa. They have wanted to meet you and they have a large, beautiful home in the Spring Oaks part of Town. You’ll love them both!” Powers was locking up now and Mona followed him out the office door. ” I’ll pick you up at 8:00 and we’ll have an exciting evening. Mona…… wear the red strapless dress with black lacy thigh high hose, the red heels and that bra with the two holes cut out”! Powers smiled at Mona’s troubled looks and he knew she hated the outfit he bought for her and especially the black bra that allowed her nipples to protrude through and could be seen through the thin material of the red dress. Also the bra would keep her nipples tormented and erect all evening and she would no doubt, be blushing all evening. At 8:30, Powers big black Town car pulled up in the covered drive of the Doctor’s mansion. Mona shivered as she saw the man dressed in a dark suit, as he opened the car door and helped her out. “Good evening Miss and you Mister Powers! The Morrieaus are waiting in the living room for you both.”, the man servant said. Mona noticed the man’s wrist as he helped her out; a black leather band with a small silver chain encircled his wrist. She noticed he wore one on his other wrist also. “Good Evening Boris “!, Powers said as he opened his door and then got out. He took Mona into the mansion, past the smiling servant who held the door open for them. Inside Mona was greeted by the hosts; a tall, well dressed, dark haired, smiling man of 45 years, who kissed Mona’s hand and his wife; a slim, attractive raven haired woman of 35 who was dressed in a long black strapless dress also. Mona noticed she had a black leather wristband also, with the silver chain on the outside of the strap. Mona could see that she had small breasts. “Mona, I want you to meet my good friends ; Doctor and Mrs. Morrieau ,” Powers said to Mona. “Call me Vanisa, my dear. I love your dress and that fabulous figure of yours!,” the doctor’s wife said. “And this is MONA!,” John Powers said. “Dinner is served,” Boris said and they entered into the dining room; a large room, well lighted and a large table set for four. Boris served the dinner of lobster and then later a baked Alaska for dessert. All during the meal, the servant poured chilled champagne for the four. It seemed to Mona, that a soon as she took a sip from her glass, it was filled again to the top. Mona noticed the walls were filled with many paintings; mostly nudes of women. Some were nude women, bound and gagged. In the corner of the room was a marble sculpture on a walnut pedestal. It was a nude woman ; bound and gagged and her arms raised above her head, the wrists tied together over her head; a real rope ran from the marble wrists to the ceiling above to a silver ring hanging there. The stone figure had full breasts, the nipples plainly erect. Mona had a feeling of dread come over her as she looked at the sculpture. After dinner, Powers excused himself and left the Doctor’s home. “Have a fine time here this weekend and try to enjoy yourself ,” John Powers said to Mona as he shook hands with the Doctor. ” And learn from your hosts, my dear, what ever they teach you!.” Doctor Morrieau and Vanisa each took hold of one of Mona’s arms and led her into the den. “Now, Mona dear, It’s time to watch some interesting films. Have you ever heard of a movie called “The Story of O”?, Dr. Morrieau whispered to her.Nudist beach girl nudeThe den was a large walnut panelled room with a large screen TV on the far wall and a complete home theater sound system installed. Opposite the screen was a large, curved couch; in beige leather. The room had indirect, dimmed lighting and along each wall were several nude oil paintings of bound and gagged women. Mona could see one that looked like a portrait of Vanisa. She was clad in a black leather corset that left her tiny breasts bare; her arms tied behind her and her mouth fitted with a red ball, held in place with a black leather strap. She was tied to a post and behind her was a male figure who held in his hand a whip or was it a rope? Mona shivered with fear, as she gazed with growing horror at the pictures and wished her boss had taken her with him, when he left. Doctor Morrieau started the movie and Vanisa exited the room saying: ” I’ll be right back Mona my dear! I want to get into something more comfortable, to watch the video.” Boris stood behind the couch, in the darkness, silently waiting for any orders from his master. The movie began. It was a French version of the classic tale of “O,” with English subtitles. The Doctor sat next to Mona on the couch, his shoulder and arm touching her. Then minutes later, Vanisa entered the room and sat on the other side of Mona. Mrs. Morrieau was clad in a black leather corset and black thigh high hose with black high heels. She wore a small black mask and carried a short leather whip. “I see you started the movie without me!, she said to them. Mona couldn’t think of anything to say and stared at the TV screen where a young French woman was shown being led into a large mansion by her lover and told to learn and desire the experiences she would be shown in the following days at the “Rosserie.” Mona watched as the woman “O” is stripped and whipped by masked men and chained to the wall in her room. In the darkness, Mona feels a hand on her knee and a whispered voice in her ear: ” We’re getting near the good parts, Mona my dear!’, Vanisa breathes. Mona watched the video silently in the dimly lighted room and wanted to get up and run out of the house, but it seemed that part of her wanted to see what her dinner partners were going to do. When the movie ended, Dr. Morrieau turned to Mona and brought out a pair of black leather wrist restraint-handcuffs. (Steel handcuffs with leather padding where the cuffs touched the wrists.) He snapped them on Mona and said: “Now my child, the real instruction begins!” Mona tried to say something in protest, but at the same time Vanisa began to unzip Mona’s dress in back. In a second, Mona’s “custom bra” was exposed and they were amused at her embarrassment and blushing when Vanisa called to her husband, “OH my dear, HOW very KINKY! Look dear at her darling pink nipples!” Quickly, with the Doctor holding Mona’s wrists, Vanisa unsnapped the strapless white brassiere and with a gleeful laugh, stripped it off and filled her hands with Mona’s full, firm breasts! Mona’s eyes opened wide and she screamed out loud: ” LET ME GO! YOU PERVERTED BITCH!” YOU’RE BOTH A PAIR OF PERVERTS!” Mona tried to tear herself free, but Vanisa held on tightly and pulled Mona close to her. “I’ve been wanting to see those magnificent, big tithes of yours all night, my dear! ……..and Rupert, they are indeed REAL!” Mona had turned a deeper shade of red as they struggled on the couch and she was angry and embarrassed; frightened and excited. The doctor pulled Mona to her feet and holding her arms above her head allowed Vanisa to completely disrobe the blonde woman. When she removed Mona’s white bikini panties, Vanisa remarked: “Ahhhh, you’re not a real blonde, are you?,” as the dark triangle of trimmed hair appeared. They let Mona keep on her dark thigh- high hose and her high heels. “Now we will retire to the “Training Room,” Rupert said as he led Mona downstairs into a wine cellar. Boris, the butler gathered up all of Mona’s clothing from the carpet and divan. Looking to see if anyone was watching, he took Mona’s white bikini panties and held them to his nose, before he stuffed them into his pants pocket. Mona was tied with a nylon rope hanging from a ring in the ceiling to her handcuffed wrists and the rope was pulled tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. Her arms were up over her head and her breasts thrust out, the pink nipples fully erect. Her rump was pushed out in back and a pair of stage lights illuminated the scene . “Excuse me, my dear, I need to change into something more appropriate. I’ll be right back!” The wine cellar was part wine cellar and part Dungeon! The walls were stone, with a high ceiling of heavy wood timbers. Mona hung from the rope and tied to see the wall to her left, as it appeared to be covered with tools and ropes… or whips. The wall was filled with a collection of bondage items; whips, paddles, gags and other restraints. Before she had time to study them, Vanisa came up to Mona and pulled her close, pressing her lips onto Mona’s mouth and thrusting her tongue deep into Mona’s mouth! Mona recoiled, trying to evade Vanisa’s advances. In a few minutes, Vanisa tired of Mona’s lips and moved lower. She captured Mona’s right nipple in her mouth and began sucking it with increasing suction. She kissed and sucked the breasts and nipples until Vanisa’s mouth grew tired. Mona struggled against the leather- clad woman and tried to resist her, but she allowed a moan of pleasure escape her mouth as Vanisa ran her tongue across her sensitive, tortured nipples. Dr. Morrieau returned wearing a black leather vest and a pair of long black leather skin- tight pants. He wore black boots with zippers along the sides and a small face mask. “NOW we can begin!” The servant carried a video camera and a tripod. “Your Master and Boss John Powers wants a full report of this weekend, Mona Dear. We will record the training sessions,” Rupert said. Boris helped the Doctor attach another pair of restrains around Mona’s ankles. The leather covered bands had a small pair of chains that were locked to a pair of rings set in the concrete floor. Mona’s feet were pulled apart and she heard the click of a padlock snapped into place, locking the chain to the ring. Boris did the same to Mona’s other ankle. Boris wore some black leather pants, black boots and was shirtless. His hairy chest visible to Mona as he stepped back into the shadows of the wine cellar and she also noted the large bulge of his cock beneath the thin leather. Vanisa brought out a pair of nipple clamps and after teasing and pinching Mona’s nipples so that they both were erect, she attached them to the tortured pink tips. Mona tried to shrink back, but she was held in the grip of the tight chains and she could only sway back an inch or so. Vanisa had a small silver chain that she attached to each clamp and she gave it a yank, pulling Mona’s breasts out, the nipples becoming pointed and sending a sharp wave of pain through her and bringing tears to her eyes. “Oooohhhh YOU BITCH WITCH!,” Mona screamed at her tormentor. “What are you doing this to me?,” Mona asked. Vanisa answered :” This is just part of the training that John Powers asked us to do for him, because he wants you to be his Sex Slave!… didn’t he tell you dear?,” Vanisa said and laughed at Mona’s shocked, surprised look. Before Mona could say another word, the Doctor appeared in front and showed Mona a wood paddle. It was an 18 inch long, 1/2 inch thick piece of wood with a carved handle. “This is my favorite one, Mona dear and it really gets your attention, as you will soon see… and feel! ,” he said as he steeped behind the woman hanging from the ceiling, her legs spread apart clad in black thigh-high lacy top stockings and wearing the black high heel pumps. For a second, Rupert studied the pinkish tan curves of Mona’s firm, cool rump and then he swung back and with all his might brought the paddle down across Mona’s trembling ass. Mona screamed and almost thrust herself free of her restraints. Before the red hot sheet of pain could fully engulf her, another blow was delivered to her round rump. Mona’s breasts were thrusting forward with each swat and she was pleading with the Doctor to stop. Between her screams and gasps, she was yelling: “Ooohhhh Please PLEASE! It HURTS SO……MUCH! AAaaaaeeeeeeEEE! OHH I CAN”T STAND IT!!! Oooohhhhhhh PLEASE “! Mona’s hair had fallen over her eyes and she was cover with sweat. Her rear was burning like fire and had developed a ruby glow; red marks criss-crossed her backside and the backs of her thighs. After about 15 minutes of spanking had taken place, the cellar was quiet except for the sounds of Mona softly crying and the Doctor as he panted and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Mona hung from her wrists, completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath. Vanisa stepped out from watching her husband teach Mona about the value of the Paddle and held a small black leather whip. Many strands of leather strips had been plated together to form the handle. The length of the whip was about five feet and Vanisa took a position of about four feet in back of Mona. The whip first landed across Mona’s back, bringing a less vocal scream from her, but when Vanisa moved down to her thighs, Mona responded with louder screams. Vanisa ended the “training” with several whips to Mona’s breasts and after removing the clamps, took careful aim at her perfect nipples, which received several strokes of the stinging leathers. Mona was thoroughly worn out and was almost about ready to pass out. Rupert signalled to Boris and Mona was released from the chains and taken down. “Give her a hot bath and put her in the bedroom next door. Put her in an ankle chain before you lock the door,” the Doctor said, as he helped Vanisa put away the paddle and the whip.taboo porn sex photoMona lay face up on the bed, in the darkness of the room. She burned and ached in just about every part of her body. Her butt seemed to throb with every heartbeat and her poor nipples surely must have been torn from her breasts. A band of metal was locked around her right ankle and a medium sized chain ran from it up to a ring set in the ceiling. She could move off the bed to a toilet in the corner of the room if she wished, but the concrete floor was cold to her bare feet, so she remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling and trying to figure out why the two people hated her so much and why the monster she worked for had done this to her. There was a small night light in the ceiling that allowed her to see somewhat. She could see that she was still completely nude and that except for the bed, chain and toilet, the room was bare. She lay for several minutes, trying to drift off into sleep, when she sensed that someone else was in the room. Suddenly, a body leaped on top of her and a cloth was forced into her mouth and tied tightly with a strip of cloth or a short piece of rope. Hands held her arms and Mona felt the coarse chest hair of a man press down onto her bare breasts and cause her nipples more pain. Boris had her wrists strapped to small rings that were located on either side of the bed and whispered to her: “Don’t struggle so……. I will not do you any harm. I just want you to know you have a friend here…….a friend who loves you and wants to ……make LOVE …….to You!” Mona tried to get his chest away from her very sensitive nipples and answered him with a “Un Huh!,” but with the gag in place, it came out as a muffled, “Um mmmm.” Was this really happening to her? Or was she dreaming it all? Before she could think another thought, she felt fingers at her breasts, touching them, then cupping both of the “D cup” mounds and then pinching the tender erecting tips. His lips covered each of her nipples now and Mona tightly shut her eyes, expecting more pain, but this time his warm, wet tongue soothed her and it felt good for a change. Boris continued his sucking and kissing until he felt his cock become fully erect and then he quickly pressed it toward Mona’s moist pussy lips and swiftly inserted it fully into her. Mona gasped and she tried to arch her back, but only succeeded to flatten her round breasts against the man’s chest. Now he was beginning to thrust the hard penis deeper and slowly withdraw it in steady, even strokes, forcing Mona to emit a gasp as he pressed in and a moan of pleasure as he brought his manhood almost out of her. After several minutes of this, where only the sounds to be heard were the moans and gasps coming from Mona and some sounds from Boris and the bed creaking……he felt her muscles gripping his staff increase their pressure and his balls were beginning to tighten up; his orgasm swiftly approaching. Then he heard Mona let out a muffled “UuuuMmmmmmmmmmmm! ,” just as he felt the explosion like spasm empty his sperm into her. In the weeks that followed, Mona was whipped when she did not follow orders and she was instructed in various ways to please her Master ; Doctor Rupert and her real Master ; John Powers. She was allowed to dine with her teachers, dressed in a black silk cape that was attached to a thin black leather collar around her neck. The cape was as long as Mona but she was told to never allow the cloth to conceal her round breasts and rosy nipples and if she failed to do this, she was whipped and/or spanked that night. The hair covering her pussy lips was shaved by Boris and observed by Rupert and Vanisa one night, while they all drank champagne and laughed at Mona as she blushed and hung her head in shame during the ordeal. While Rupert held Mona’s arms from behind her, with Mona sitting in a straight chair, the servant applied the warm shave cream and used a safety razor, while Vanisa poured the champagne and studied the operation closely. After Boris was finished, Vanisa grabbed the towel away from Boris and cleaned the left over shave cream from Mona’s belly and her open thighs. When her slick slit appeared, free of any protection, Vanisa brought her lips close and kissed her pussy, laughing: “Oh Mona Dear……now you’re really sweet enough to eat”! Mona blushed deeper and looked down, saying nothing. Boris continued to visit Mona at night, in her room and he unlocked the chain from her ankle during the time he made love to her. Mona hated these meetings at first but as the weeks passed, she began to look forward to the servant’s gentle touch and his large, firm cock that filled her completely and gave her many powerful orgasms, that caused her to scream out and to loose control of her mind as she experienced the waves of pleasure roll over her as they both came at the same time. The day that Mona left her Instructors and was delivered back to her boss; John Powers, was both a sad and joyful day. Mona was dressed in a tight black mini dress with a low neckline. Her legs were encased in grey thigh high, lace top hose and her shoes were open toed black leather with 5 inch heels. Mona wore a black bra with the tips cut out so that her nipples were slightly visible beneath the taunt cloth. When she walked, her heavy breasts swung a little and bounced if she walked fast, to the joy of any male eyes that might be watching her. Her breasts and belly had been perfumed and her black bikini panties had been scented with a perfume that Powers liked. Her hair had been done and she wore a pair of new pearl earrings. Her lips were fixed with a deep red lipstick and her eyelids done with a light blue shade, she felt very beautiful…….and she was. On her wrist was a black leather bracelet with a silver chain on the outside. Mona had been taught to keep her head bowed and her eyes down when confronting her Master/Boss and not to look directly at him, unless she was spoken to. She was given a white apron to put on and told to serve coffee to Powers and several of his vice-presidents at a meeting that took place at 1:00. She had been instructed to lean low when serving the coffee to the men, so that they might get a nice view of her full breasts as they reached for the coffee cups and not to resist, if a hand brushed a breast or fingers should pinch her nipples. She had been instructed to never say “No” and she would even bare her breasts to a man if he should ask her and if he asked Powers first! Mona had stopped being embarrassed at these things and seldom blushed now, but she still felt like the things that were happening to her, were happening to some other person, and she was watching it all……as if she were watching a foreign movie.sex photoMona was driven to Powers home that evening and followed him inside the dark mansion to her room, where she was told to unpack her small suitcase and “make herself at Home”! On the bed was a short black dress, black mesh hose, black high heel shoes and a white apron; all new and just her size; a “French Maid’s Outfit.” “This will be your new home, Mona and you will be the new maid for my wife and myself. I have a man servant also. His name is Peters. He will help you during your stay with me. He will assist me, if you need discipline and correcting. You will not wear any underwear, unless you get my permission FIRST, and you will not have any sex with anyone but ME! Now put on the maid’s uniform and help Peters server dinner to Vanisa and myself, downstairs in 5 minutes,” Powers said. Mona watched him leave the room and began undressing. A tear formed in her eye and rolled down her cheek, followed by another… and another. She was soon nude, except for the black leather bracelet that was locked in place… it would never be removed, just as she could never leave this house. The End My sister-in-law and I work together at a car dealership I am a sales manager and she works in the office. We have always got along well. I am 36 years old and she is 32. She is a real thin women with a very nice butt and small perky little tits. I have admired her for a long time. When she is at work she struts by me I have a hard time to not look at her ass. She has dark brown hair green eyes and a very nice personality. Anyway this is how it all started. One busy Friday I had so much paperwork to finish that I stayed after work to finish it. I was busy working away when Jackie (my sister-in-law) came up behind me and said working late. I said, ya, it was a busy day and I don’t want to deal with this tomorrow. She said, “Me Too.” Then she put her arms on my shoulder and looked over one side to see what I was doing. I turned that way and our lips were less than an inch apart. I was uncomfortable at that time, but before I could turn away we were in a deep kiss. We started to slide our tongues in and out of each other. We than stopped and look at one another. I didn’t know what to say, so I turned around in my chair and she put one leg on each side of me and we began to make out. It was late enough that no one was there except us. I reached my hand down to touch that wonderful ass of hers. It was Friday which meant dress down day for the office staff, so she had on some nice tight jeans and a sweater. I rubbed her beautiful ass all over. I than ran my hand up the back of her sweater and unhooked her little bra so those perky little tits could be set free. I started to squeeze them and fondle the nipples. She than got up and pulled her sweater and bra off over her head. I had seen her in a bikini before and wondered what those tits would look like and they where better than I had thought. I pulled her close and started to suck on them twirling my tongue around the nipples. She was moaning and pulling my head closer to her. Soon she reached down and kissed me again and than pulled my tie off and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She than kissed me all the way down my chest until she got to my pants. She unbuckled the belt then bit the button off my pants and unzipped them. She reached in my boxers with one hand and stroked my hard dick, than she took it in her mouth and slid it up and down and at the same time swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock. I wanted to explode. I did everything to not come because I wanted to fuck her ass so bad. I have had so many dreams about it and it was about to come true.teen ls modelI pulled her head up and lead her to the conference room. I picked her up by her nice ass and set her on the table. It was now dark outside but the moon shined through the skylight and on to her skinny little body. I lay her back and pulled off her jeans. I than put my head in her panties and rubbed my face up and down her pussy. I than pulled down her panties to see her beautiful pussy. It was trimmed so perfect. I could not resist. I stuck my tongue in her slit and licked her up and down. I than stuck it as far in as I could. She moaned and pushed my head hard into her. My dick was so hard that I had to get relief, so I pulled her panties all the way off and pulled her by the sides of her ass to the end off the table. I dropped my pants and boxers to the ground and guided my dick to her heavenly mound. I inserted the tip, it was so wet. I poked the tip it and out until she said, “Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard!” So I grabbed her ass cheeks and slammed my meat into her all the way. She was nice and tight; she let out a yell. I pumped her harder and harder. I put her slim legs on my shoulders so I could slam it all the way in. She was loving it. I grabbed her arms by her shoulders and slammed my dick into her and fucked her as hard as I could. She began to shake and I knew she was coming. It ran out around my dick and dripped down the table. She moaned and said, “Oh brother-in-law of mine, I wanted to do this for so long.” I couldn’t take it any more. I said, “I’m going to come.” She said, “Wait, I want to taste it.” So she jumped down off the table and got down on her knees and sucked my dick for all it was worth. I shot my load in her mouth and it ran down her chin and onto her little tits. The sight was incredible. She lick around my balls and legs. She than stood up and rapped those skinny little arms around me and pushed her little body to mine. She said, “We got to do that more often.” She then kissed me and I could taste my own cum as she stuck her tongue down my throat. I wasn’t done yet because I still had not got to fuck the wonderful ass of hers. So I said, “I have been looking at your beautiful ass for years, now it’s time to let me fuck it.”lsmodelsWithout any words at all she turn around and spread her legs. She than bent over and touch the ground with her hand and there it was just for me. My dick started to harden. I reached over by the sink in the conference room and grabbed the liquid soap bottle. I squeezed some on my dick and rubbed up and down, by this time I was hard as a rock. I squirted some in her ass and stuck my finger in her hole to lube it. Her ass is so perfectly round and on her little frame it was stunning. I could not believe it. She now had it sticking straight up in the air waiting for my hard dick. I rubbed my dick up and down her crack letting it slide around all over her ass. Than I put the head in her hole it would not go very far in. I could tell it had never been fucked before. I grabbed the sides of her ass and before I could push it in she said, “Fuck my ass brother-in-law of mine, fuck it hard.” I was so excited I could hardly wait. I pushed and it went about half way. It was so tight. I grabbed harder and pushed as hard as I could and she screamed, but to went in all the way. I pulled back and did it again and she said fuck me like an animal. So I pumped away as hard as I could. I than reach down and grabbed a nipple and gave it a pinch and she screamed some more. She said, “Cuome in my ass brother-in-law of mine, fill me full.” With that I blew my wad in her and it ran out her ass and down her legs. I was so tired. She stood up with my dick in her ass and turned her head to kiss me. I fondled her tits a little more and held her tight against me. We have had many a wonderful time since than. Now she has a boyfriend that got her pregnant. I wonder if he is the father for sure. I haven’t had her for sometime, but her little tits are getting like balloons and I sure want to get my hands on them. So we’ll have to get together soon.

Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration and Non-Consensual sex. If you don’t think you would enjoy that, then don’t read it. This story features the Characters of Chyna, Miss Kitty and Jeff Jarrett. The are the characters as portrayed and in no way represent Joanie Laurer, Stacy Carter, or the real Jeff Jarrett. Jeff Jarrett sat with his head in his hands and stared at the floor. There was a medical orderly who was trying to check whether JJ had been injured during the match, possibly even concussed from the guitar shot to the head that he had received, because after he had lost his Title he had not responded to anyone. He just sat staring at nothing, and ignored the medic. He had been beaten. Worse, he had lost to a woman! That bitch Chyna had embarrassed him in front of the entire world by pinning him to become the new Intercontinental Champion. His mind thronged with the cheers of the crowd as they witnessed his humiliation at the hands of a woman and it was more than he could bear. * * * The new Champion was in the showers, her aching muscles seemed a thing of the past as she was exultant! She had won! The first woman ever to win a major Title in the men’s division of any organization. In that single perfect moment of realization nothing else mattered and she slipped into an almost dreamlike remembrance of everything she had gone through to reach this, the crowning moment of her career. “Pleeeaase?” The light soprano voice brought the raven-haired amazon out of her reverie and back to the small blonde woman who had followed her back to her dressing room after her victory. “You want to be my what?” she asked. “I want you to teach me how to be like you. Please?” Chyna studied the diminutive Miss Kitty. A more startling contrast than that between these two women it would be hard to imagine. Chyna was nearly 6 feet tall and had a broad shouldered, muscular physique, with massive, shapely breasts and long black hair, while Miss Kitty was almost a foot shorter, with a slight figure and small tits. Her blonde hair framed a cute, very pretty face, which at that moment bore an expression of adulation that Chyna felt intently. The word ‘jailbait’ crossed Chyna’s mind as she thought that Kitty looked altogether too childlike. Chyna felt her pussy warming as she look over the naked, girlish figure before her and knew that she wanted to possess and nurture her. It was a feeling that she wasn’t used to, as she usually enjoyed breaking an unwilling woman, forcing her to submit to her desires. The tall woman stepped forward and cupped Miss Kitty’s adorable face in her long-fingered hands. “And just what are you prepared to give me in returned?” she asked in a husky voice. Miss Kitty’s large, vulnerable eyes looked back into Chyna’s own and she said in a trusting voice “I’ll do whatever you want.” One of Chyna’s hands slipped down the blonde’s slender neck and her fingertips lightly brushed over her sensitive breasts, sending thrills down the smaller woman’s spine, until she pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Anything?” Chyna asked. “Anything,” she answered in a quiet voice. Chyna pulled the girl close and stooped down to kiss her firmly on the lips. After a startled moment, Miss Kitty responded earnestly, her small tongue wrestling with the larger woman’s as they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. It was Chyna that broke away from the kiss, and with one hand grasping the back of Miss Kitty’s head, she guided her eager mouth downward to her breasts. Such was the difference in their heights that Kitty didn’t need to even bend her neck to suck on one of Chyna’s hard nipples. She brought both of her hands back from their exploration of the Champion’s muscles and used them to stroke the massive breast before her as the larger woman leant back against the tiled wall and sighed, relaxing in the spray of the shower. Miss Kitty took each breast in turn, and as she sucked on one she would pinch the other with her small fingers. The heavy breasts heaved as Chyna’s breathing became deeper while the blonde slavered over them, licking every exposed inch and burying her head into the cleavage to lick the sensitive flesh there too. After about ten minutes of this, Chyna once more grasped the back of Miss Kitty’s head and gently pushed her face downward. Kitty’s little tongue continued to lap at the Champion’s skin as she went slowly down to one knee, tracing the contours of Chyna’s abdominal muscles and swirling it around inside her navel until she was faced with the ultimate treasure. Miss Kitty had never seen another woman’s pussy before, and Chyna’s was completely shaven to expose her every detail. Her pussy-lips were thick and flushed with blood and Kitty could just discern the hood of her swollen clitoris where it poked through the top of her slit. After a moment’s hesitation, Miss Kitty kissed Chyna right at the very tip of her slit, just above her clitty, sending a pleasant thrill through her that surprised the amazon dominatrix. Never before had something so gentle given her such pleasure. Normally Chyna would be grinding her cunt against the other woman’s screaming face as she pleasured herself, just as she had done to Debra a month before. She couldn’t remember the last time a woman had served her without being broken first. Miss Kitty parted Chyna’s moist lips and started to lick up and down the full length of her slit. Chyna had to suppress a small rapturous cry as her tiny lover slipped one slim finger into her vagina. Powerful muscles bore down on the small digit, almost crushing it, and it was with great difficulty that Miss Kitty inserted a second finger inside her. Chyna’s clitoris had now hardened to more than half an inch in size and Miss Kitty latched onto it with her perfect lips and sucked it out from under the hood and into the warm cavity of her mouth. As she did this she managed to force a third finger into Chyna’s pulsating cunt. Miss Kitty sucked on Chyna’s clitoris like it was a small penis, working her lips up and down it’s short length and teasing it by flicking the tip of her tongue over the very end of it. Chyna bucked involuntarily over the tiny blonde as she was driven wild with passion. Slowly, Miss Kitty managed to get all five of her fingers into Chyna’s hot vagina, and gradually she pushed harder into her, until the knuckles of her fingers and thumb were past the point of most resistance and she could force her entire hand into the big woman. Chyna couldn’t restrain herself any longer and reaching down, she grabbed Miss Kitty’s upper arm and rammed her entire forearm deep into her own cunt. She pulled the blonde’s arm almost all the way out and then rammed it back inside. Miss Kitty sat back on her heels and watched in shock as Chyna used her arm like huge dildo, fucking herself brutally. Chyna snarled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face back into her cunt again. Miss Kitty got the message and she fist-fucked the Intercontinental Champion and sucked on her clit until Chyna suddenly seized. Kitty’s hand was crushed by Chyna’s incredibly strong cunt-muscles as the dominatrix orgasmed, the wetness of her spending flowing over the arm impaling her and into Miss Kitty’s mouth. Chyna shook and convulsed wildly for over a minute as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure before she collapsed, landing heavily on the tiny girl below her.xxx porn photoMiss Kitty lay pinned under the female wrestler and struggled for breath until Chyna regained her senses and rolled off of the diminutive blonde. As she rolled onto her back, Miss kitty was forced to roll onto her stomach or risk breaking her arm, because it was still firmly gripped inside the bigger woman’s cunt. As Chyna lay on her back panting for air, Kitty placed the heel of her hand against Chyna’s pelvis and with a great effort, she managed to extract her forearm. Her hand felt numb after being crushed inside Chyna’s vice-like pussy and she tried to massage some life into her fingers. She didn’t notice Chyna recover until her shoulders were gripped and she was pushed down onto the ceramic floor of the over-sized shower cubicle. She looked down on the girlish blonde and the usual dominant side of her personality reasserted itself. She smiled evilly. “Now, it’s my turn to make YOU come!” she said. She held up a muscular arm and then curled the fingers of her hand into a fist. Her smile grew broader. * * * They were laughing at him. Not to his face perhaps, but he knew that they were anyway. He’d laughed often enough in the past at anyone whom Chyna had pinned in the ring. He knew that a real man could never be beaten by a mere woman, and he knew that he was a real man. But he had lost. He looked up at the woman who was still trying to give him a clean bill of health, and he saw the disgust in her eyes. She hid it well, but he knew she had enjoyed watching that bitch Chyna humiliate him in front of everyone. The other wrestlers all had carefully neutral expressions on their faces when he looked at them, and he knew that they were laughing too. Everyone was laughing. And Chyna. She was laughing loudest of all. He could hear her, in his imagination. But he would stop her, he would show her and the world that he was a REAL man. And he would teach her what a woman was good for as well. He stood up and pushed the EMT away and went in search of Chyna’s dressing room. He would put her in her place once and for all. * * * Miss Kitty had her head held in both hands and she was screaming. “YES, OH GOD YES! PLEASE MISTRESS!” Chyna was kneeling between her wide spread thighs and she had her fist pressed against Kitty’s blonde furred pussy. Her thick forearm was wet with Miss Kitty’s love-juice right up to the elbow, and as the small woman begged she punched it back inside her tight cunt. Miss Kitty screamed as she was stretched once more beyond the limits of anything she had ever felt before. Chyna’s fist was twice the size of Kitty’s own, and Kitty’s pussy was much smaller than the mighty amazon’s was. Her vagina felt as though it was about to split, but she didn’t care as Chyna bent down and sucked one of Kitty’s tiny breasts into her mouth. She gnawed at the girl’s nipple as she continued to punch-fuck the delirious blonde. At that moment they heard the door crash open as Jeff Jarrett stormed into the changing room. “Chyna! Where are you, you fucking BITCH!” He slammed the lockers and threw one of the benches against the wall. “Show yourself, you CUNT!” Chyna stepped out of the shower and stood with her arms crossed. “What do you want, Jeff.” She asked in a deceptively reasonable tone. JJ spun around and then stopped dead as he saw that she was naked. Her skin was wet and her muscles glistened in the light. He saw that her huge breasts didn’t drop at all when she was undressed as they stood high and proud on her muscle-bound chest, her abs were well defined on her narrow waist and tapered down to her smooth shaven pussy. He completely lost his train of thought as he stood staring at her crotch until he saw her pussy-lips twitch as she shifted her weight to one foot. His cock swelled up to its full length in his shorts. “Was there something you wanted, or did you just want to get a good look?” she sneered as she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, exposing the nipples of her magnificent breasts. JJ shook himself and realized how he could teach her a lesson she would never forget. And he would get himself a little revenge by raping her ass.. If she wants to look like a man, I’ll teach her to take it like a man, he thought, ignoring the evidence of her femininity before him. Without saying a word, he lunged for her and grabbed her in a bear hug. He released a hand from the hold and grabbed one of her breasts. “I’m going to teach you what a real man can do!” he shouted. Then he suddenly screamed as Chyna brought her knee up sharply into his crotch. She gripped him by the shoulders and kicked him in the balls again, and again, and again. Jarrett was doubled over and gasping for breath, his hands clutched over his testicles. Chyna jerked his head up by the hair and said, “Jeff, you haven’t got the balls to take me!” Then she twisted one arm around behind him into a half-nelson and rammed him head first into the tiled wall. Double J staggered back in a daze and Chyna spun him around and swiftly kicked him in the balls for the fifth time and as he doubled over in pain, she rammed his head down between he powerful thighs and hooked his arms up behind his back. He just had time to realize that he could feel her hot, wet pussy pressing against the back of his neck before she dropped to her knees and drove his forehead down onto the cubicle’s hard floor. * * * “Jeff. Wake up Jeff.” He heard the soft-spoken voice dimly behind the pain in his skull and his testicles. It seemed as though he had been hit repeatedly over the head today, by everything including the kitchen sink. He slowly pried his eyelids open and looked up into Chyna’s smiling face. She looked almost friendly. “Are you alright Jeff?” she asked sweetly. He was only vaguely aware that his cock was being caressed and it was stiffening in automatic response. He tried to speak but couldn’t seem to coordinate properly and so he nodded unsteadily. She assumed an almost concerned expression and Double J was suddenly aware that she was mocking him. “That’s a shame, I guess that means I’m going to have to hurt you some more.” She said, and suddenly squeezed his prick painfully until it wilted. He tried to get up but he couldn’t move. The bitch had tied him up! She had stripped him naked and tied him up! He struggled against the nylon ropes but Chyna knew her knots and he couldn’t even budge them. Chyna grabbed his now flaccid cock again and said, “Tell me Jeff, was that really as big as it gets? Because that’s not what I would expect of a REAL man, a ten year old boy has a more impressive cock than you!” “Let me go, you BITCH!” he shouted, causing a wave of pain through his aching head. “Now, now Jeff. That’s hardly the way to speak to your Mistress. You will address me as ‘My Lady’ or ‘Mistress’ or, at the very least, as ‘Ma’am’.” “You ain’t my mistress, you ugly cunt! And if you don’t let me go right now, then I’ll make you regret it!” he shouted. “Really? I have to disagree,” she spoke softly, but her eyes had hardened like flint at the insult. “Let’s see, I took Debra away from you, I took the Intercontinental Title, I’ve taken your dignity and kicked your ass in front of the entire world,” She counted each item off on her fingers. “And now, on top of all that, I’ve taken Miss Kitty away from you as well.” She beckoned Miss Kitty to join her where Jarrett could see them and kissed her deeply and passionately. In spite of his predicament, Jeff’s cock started to harden once more at the sight of the two very different but equally naked women’s embrace. Chyna broke off the kiss and turned back to her captive. “It seems to me that I’ve taken everything you ever had.” She taunted, and Jarrett started to swear and curse at her in response. Chyna sneered at his futile rage, took her measure of him and struck him hard across the face. Then she struck him again with a backhanded blow before she grabbed his short blond hair and jammed his face into her smooth, wet pussy. She rubbed her cunt over his face and said; “Pay attention, you dickless jerk! Because even though I am all woman,” she crammed his mouth deeper into her slit to emphasize her words, “I’m more of a man than YOU will EVER be!” Miss Kitty giggled as her mistress humiliated her ex-lover. “He won’t like that my Lady,” Miss Kitty learnt much faster than Jeff did that it was a bad idea to show any disrespect towards Chyna. “He would never lick my pussy!” she exclaimed. “Is that so?” Chyna replied, “But I’ll just bet that he wanted you to suck his little dickie now didn’t he?” “Oh yes, Mistress.xxx young sex photo “Well then Jeff, it looks like you’ve got some amends to make.” She pulled Miss Kitty over and positioned before the helpless man. “Get to work! I want you to make her come in no more than 5 minutes.” Miss Kitty squatted down and spread her blonde-fringed pussy-lips open in front of her ex-employer. Jeff clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from what, to him, was the sickening sight of her exposed sex. Chyna had stretched out, leaning languorously against the cubicle wall as she watched. She smiled crookedly as Jeff refused to co-operate. “You had better do what I say, Jeff.” She spoke evenly, “You’re going to suffer a lot before I’m done with you, so the more you fight me, the worse you’re going to make it for yourself.” Still, despite Chyna’s warning Jarrett refused to co-operate and Miss Kitty simply grabbed the back of his head and started to grind her cunt into his face. As she rubbed herself on him, Miss Kitty began to realize the exhilarating effect that having someone else totally at your mercy could have. It was that newfound knowledge, more than the rough friction of Jarrett’s nose and chin that eventually triggered her orgasm. Jeff felt physically sick as Miss Kitty’s girl-cum squirted out onto his face and she smeared it all over him as she squealed in pleasure. He was silent when Kitty got off of him, biting back the curses and swear words that he wanted to say. He realized now that his only option was to play along with these sick bitches until he got a chance to escape, and then he would make them pay! “I’m afraid that isn’t good enough, Jeff.” Chyna said. There was no clock in the changing rooms, but it wouldn’t have mattered how long Kitty’s orgasm took. She got up from where she sat and crouched down next to Jarrett’s bound body. “You really don’t seem to be grasping the fundamentals here. I tell you what to do, and you do it.” She grabbed his aching testicles and gripped them firmly. “So next time I give you an order, you do it! Understand?” Jeff gave a sharp cry of pain as she crushed his balls in her strong fingers. She kept on squeezing until he nearly blacked out from the pain. As his mind slipped toward darkness, she released her hold and he heard he give an order to Miss Kitty to fetch something. He recovered slowly and when he did, he saw Miss Kitty standing over him with more of the nylon rope. At Chyna’s command, the tiny blonde pulled his soft cock clear from his body and began to wrap the rope around it. Chyna was telling her how to loop it around the shaft and where to tie the knots and within a couple of minutes his penis was a criss-crossed pattern of bulging cock-flesh and blue nylon rope. “Now Jeff, I’m going to show you how to please a hot little cunt like Miss Kitty’s here, and you are going to watch.” With that, Chyna turned away from him and lay Miss Kitty down onto the floor. She slowly stroked along the insides of her thighs up to the golden furred delta of her pussy. She hooked her fingertips into Kitty’s little pussy-lips and pulled them apart. She looked over her shoulder at Double J and smiled, then she dipped her head and licked the full length of the smaller woman’s slit. She tongued Miss Kitty for more than ten minutes and made sure that Jeff could see every movement. The ropes had been tied tightly around his cock while it was soft and now that he was forced to watch the lesbians in action, his penis was trying to expand but there was no give in the bonds. He closed his eyes, but he could still hear Miss Kitty’s squeals of pleasure as Chyna licked her out, and his cock continued to grow. “Jeff, do you really think that pathetic little thing you call a ‘manhood’ could satisfy a woman?” He opened his eyes and saw that Chyna had two fingers inserted inside the small woman. “It takes a lot more than that to please even one as small as Miss Kitty here,” as she spoke, she inserted a third finger into the blonde. “Isn’t that right Kitty-cat?” “Oh yes, mistress,” Kitty said, then she reached up above her head and braced her arms against the wall. “Please… please mistress… Do it! I need it… please!” Chyna turned back to Jarrett and smiled, and then, before his disbelieving eyes, she pushed her entire hand inside the panting blonde. She twisted her wrist and forced more of her arm into Miss Kitty’s tiny body, twisting and thrusting until inch by inch she had pushed her entire forearm inside her new lover, right up to the elbow! Jarrett could not believe what he was seeing as Chyna started to punch-fuck Miss Kitty once more. He could actually see Chyna’s hand as it moved inside the blonde’s abdomen and his cock was agony to him in response, as the sadistic bitch had intended it should be. Chyna reached down with her free hand and started to rub Kitty’s swollen clitty with her thumb. She crushed it down roughly against her pistoning forearm and Miss Kitty came, screaming with pain induced pleasure. Chyna pulled her arm out of the girl with a loud and audible slurping sound, and as she knelt back, Jeff could see that Miss Kitty’s cunt was gaping obscenely open. Jarrett’s vision was blurring with tears from the pain of his tightly bound cock, which bulged through the gaps between the ropes and was a very unhealthy purple color. The raven-haired amazon rolled the smaller woman over onto her stomach and she pulled her girlish buttocks apart. Miss Kitty gasped as she felt Chyna’s slick finger press against the rose of her anus. Then, without warning, she was penetrated! “Take a good look, Jeff. I’ll bet she never let you have this little treasure, did she?” Chyna twisted her finger inside Kitty’s virgin anus, eliciting a small gasp from the girl. “So I want you to watch real close, ’cause she’s gonna take my whole hand!” Miss Kitty felt a shiver of fear run through her at Chyna’s words. It wasn’t possible! She’d be torn apart. But she had taken it in her cunt, and if Chyna wanted her to take it up her ass, then that was what she would do. The most important thing to Miss Kitty was that she never wanted to let Chyna down. She bit her lower lip as Chyna inserted a second finger. She pumped them in and out a few times before adding a third. Kitty forced her asshole to relax, suppressing the instinctive desire to clench up against the unnatural intruder, because even as inexperienced as she was, she realized that resistance would only make it hurt more. With only Miss Kitty’s own girl-cum to act as lubrication, Chyna forced her fourth finger into the blonde. After a minute of twisting thrusts to open her yet further, she pushed her thumb inside too. Kitty screamed as Chyna kept the pressure behind that last push, forcing the rest of her hand between her buttocks. She felt her sphincter being stretched to agonizing dimensions as the widest part of the hand forced its way inside her. Then, just as she thought that something would tear, her asshole snapped back to grip Chyna’s wrist and the hand was in! She lay panting and wild-eyed as Chyna reversed the direction of motion and Miss Kitty cried out as her hole was being stretched again. Chyna pulled her hand out until just before the tip of her thumb would leave her hotness, and then she forced it back inside. She repeated the process another four or five times before she removed it entirely. The muscular woman stood up and walked into the locker room, leaving her lover spread face down on the floor with her asshole gaping wide and Jeff Jarrett doubled over his agonizingly restrained penis. When she returned, she was no longer entirely naked, as jutting massively from her crotch was a huge black rubber dildo. It was more than 15 inches long and about 4 inches in diameter! It was held in place by thick leather straps that circled her slim waist and ran under her hairless pussy to buckle up in the small of her back. Miss Kitty looked up over her shoulder as Chyna knelt down behind her and there was fear in her eyes as she saw the giant implement. “M… mistress?” she asked quietly. “Hush child,” the amazon answered, “You can take it. I know you can,” she added reassuringly. Chyna popped the cap on a tube of KY jelly and squeezed some into her hand. As she applied the slimy substance to the black dildo she looked over at Jarrett and smiled wickedly, then she started to slide her hand up and down the huge length, as though she were masturbating her massive cock. “You see Jeff? Now do you understand just how pathetic your little boy-cock really is?” The insult struck Jarrett like the strongest of blows. He knew it wasn’t true, that his 712-inch cock was larger than average, but it didn’t matter. Chyna’s ‘cock’ was more than twice as long and three times as thick as his own and there was no way that he could possibly measure up to that. Then Chyna turned back to her little love-slave and positioned the well-lubricated tip of her rubber penis in the cleft of Miss Kitty’s tight buttocks. She slowly pushed the head of the giant dildo through her asshole, and then she began to thrust easily in and out, gradually working her way deeper into her lover. With each thrust, she opened the blondes tight little rectum wider and deeper until she bottomed out at twelve inches or so. When that happened Chyna started to increase the tempo of her thrusts, changing the angle of entry to stretch the walls further, allowing her to cram more and more of the huge cock into her and forcing her organs to shift inside her to make room for it. Eventually Miss Kitty was completely impaled and Chyna began to fuck her in earnest. As she did so, the mass of the giant dildo bore down just above her clitoris with each inward motion and then as she pulled out, the harness strap under her crotch rubbed on the sensitive organ, sending her into a rising spiral of pleasure. As she felt her orgasm building, she reached around to hook her fingers into her lover’s snatch and started to frig her slit. After less than a minute of this treatment Miss Kitty was screaming with a truly mind-blowing orgasm. The shudders of her girlish body were transmitted via her anus and the huge dildo to Chyna’s clitoris, and she too came explosively. Chyna collapsed onto her elbows as she was assailed by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure and she saw stars before her eyes as it seemed as though she rode from one orgasm straight into another.sex and porn gifWhen she recovered, she slowly pulled the huge strap-on dildo out of Miss Kitty’s asshole with a sickening wet pop. She rocked back onto her heel and looked down on the prostrate form of her unconscious love-slave. Miss Kitty had fainted from the overwhelming power of her orgasm. Chyna slid her fingers over her head and pushed her wet hair back from her face. As she did so, she caught sight of the tightly bound Jeff Jarrett who was almost weeping with the pain from his tortured cock. “What’s the matter Jeff? Feeling a little left out, are you?” She said and she rose to her feet, the giant rubber cock bouncing as she did so. She walked over to him, the dildo jutting obscenely from her crotch. She placed her hand on his head and stroked his head almost affectionately. “There, there, Jeffrey. Perhaps what you need is a good pacifier?” she said, and brandished the slimy black cock in his face. “Suck it!” she ordered. After one shocked moment, he clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from the towering bitch. She couldn’t crush his balls and feed him her cock at the same time, so she gripped his jaw and crushed his cheeks against his teeth with her fingertips until he was forced to open his mouth. Once he did that, there was nothing he could do to stop her ramming the dildo into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and forced the dildo deeper. Jarrett’s jaw was forced as wide as it could go by the huge rubber cock and there was nothing he could do to prevent the flavor of Miss Kitty’s bowels and the lubricating jelly from swamping his tastebuds. He was totally defenseless against her as she began raping his mouth, forcing the dildo into his throat. Chyna looked down on the gagging, former six-time Intercontinental Champion as she made him suck her big black cock. She laughed as his eyes bulged from his face as she started to fuck his throat, driving move than six inches of the slimy strap-on down his gullet. His face was as purple as his still hard cock and his eyelids were fluttering before Chyna finally withdrew the dildo from his mouth. Jarrett immediately started to cough and choke, desperately gasping for air. Chyna turned away from Double J and bent down over Miss Kitty’s motionless form. She scooped the tiny woman up in her strong arms and carried her out of the cubicle, leaving Jarrett retching behind her. * * * Double J looked up when Chyna and Miss Kitty returned. Kitty was wearing white, lacey lingerie while Chyna had dressed in her leather chaps and bra-top combination, but she was still wearing her huge rubber cock and it bobbed hypnotically before her as she approached him. She crouched down beside him and jerked his head up and held it firmly while Miss Kitty strapped the collar she had hidden behind her back around his neck. Jarrett was about to protest when he saw the evil glint in Chyna’s eyes and wisely decided to remain silent. “Now then, Jeff. I think it’s time for your final lesson.” Chyna nodded to Miss Kitty, who knelt down and untied his ankles. Jeff tried to make a run for freedom, but his legs were cramped and he was jerked short by the leash that was in Chyna’s hand. She hauled him backward and then rammed a knee into his stomach, knocking the wind, and the fight, out of Jarrett. “What did you want to do that for. And after you were doing so well!” Chyna patronized him. “Never mind, I know you’re going to enjoy your next punishment!” Miss Kitty giggled as Chyna lead Jarrett like a xxx by his leash into the changing room itself. Once there, she kicked his feet out from under him and he fell heavily to the floor. Miss Kitty then dropped down in front of him and started to untie the rope harness that bound and tortured his penis. His bloated manhood was beginning to turn black and had become almost numb until the blood that had been trapped began to flow again. Jeff let out an agonized howl as the pain returned tenfold. It was worse than anything he had ever felt before in his life! He literally wept tears as Miss Kitty finished releasing his cock from the tight ropes. The pain was so great that when Chyna released his arms he couldn’t do anything but try to huddle over his crotch. The amazon grabbed a bench and pulled it into the middle of the room and then she and Miss Kitty forced the pain-paralyzed man to kneel at one end of it. Chyna jerked on his leash and made him lie face down lengthwise along the beach. She tied the handle of his leash to one of the legs of the bench at the far end and then they tied his thighs to the legs at the other end. His arms were tied together under the bench, elbow to wrist. Chyna looked down on her bound enemy and smiled. In this position, His battered cock was visible, hanging below bruised testicles and his ass was totally vulnerable. “Since you’ve been such a bad boy, I think you need a good spanking!” she said in her most condescending tone. She gave his ass a stinging slap that shocked Jarrett to the core. Then Miss Kitty slapped him on the same butt-cheek. And that was how it continued. Chyna would strike one cheek with a powerful smack and then Miss Kitty would slap the same place with a much weaker blow that Jarrett would barely even have felt if Chyna weren’t so thoroughly tenderizing his rump.. Then Chyna would spank his other cheek and Kitty would copy her mistress. All the time that they were spanking him like a little schoolboy they were laughing and joking, enjoying the degree of humiliation so simple a punishment could inflict on a full grown man. By the time they were finished, his well-beaten backside was a vibrant red. In the position he was in, he looked rather colorful from the rear, with the red of his ass, the blue and purple of his bruised cock and balls, and with his blond pubic hair adding yet more color. Chyna moved to Jarrett’s head and noticed the tear tracks on his cheeks. “Oh dear! And

I meet this guy in a bar one night while on a business trip and we got talking we both…,2014 miss india (What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

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