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escort-[R-01]-part-1 thru 2-of-7

2010-11-07T14:46:00.000-08:00

Escort for Fun

The Beginning

Part-1-of-6

This is not really relevant but it's the only place I can vent anonymously so I figured who cares. I do the mental purging thing and no one get's hurt yada-yada, blah, blah. I'm not really seeking advice, condolences, criticism, or derision. I'm just utilizing this section for what it's intended for I guess. That being explained, I'll get right to the point. My name is Rachael, and I’m a 30-year-old. I’m 5-foot 6-inches tall, and weigh 125 pounds with very smooth, olive skin, auburn hair, green eyes, an ass that could not be more perfect and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. I have a good job and a really good man that adores me, to the point of obsession. Brian was so naïve that I timed our first love making with my period so he thought I was a virgin the first time we were together. Now that we were living together, money wasn’t a problem, I maintain myself exceptionally well, and I’m active in church. Brian and I have no kids so as far as he knows; he’s my number one priority. For him I’m a demon chef that can make anything and I mean anything. He can have Italian one night and Chinese the next.

When we go out to eat in order not to embarrass James I’m deliberately a class act. I say please and thank you and am sweet and courteous to the staff. Brian’s friends all like me, their wives not so much, which of course is because I charm the pants off their men.

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I don’t use drugs, and I don’t over do the alcohol. I’m a gem; he never has to worry about how I will behave in public because my manners are impeccable.

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If I have a beef with him I let him have it both barrels but in private. We are like Bonnie and Clyde and I love what we have, because it’s just him, no family and me or kid drama. We can go and do whatever we want, when we want because we’re not ‘saddled’ with her insolent kids.

The sex, there’s no words that can describe. I’m his fantasy, a screamer and a dirty talker and I don’t have to rein in my sexual music because our ‘kids’ are in the other room. Do i even need to talk about how tight my pussy is? The difference between the pussies of women who’ve had no kids and that of a woman, who’ve had even only 1-kid is like comparing a tight soft glove to an old used slipper.

Even though I’m with in the same age range as most of the moms, I look better; my skin is soft and youthful.

Brian thinks our conventional 7-minute hump makes him a porn star, and that I'm equally oblivious about what constitutes an amazing lay or any other variation of sex outside of the ‘Jack Rabbit.’ Unfortunately, Brian has a very small, thin cock with a wart on the side. It was maybe 4-inches on a good day, and as much as I love him that just didn't do it for me. I’m just glad that I have a boyfriend who gets hard and horny everyday and yet remains faithful to me. I know it's not my responsibility to assist him when he has morning wood early in the morning on a workday, when I’m still half-asleep, and need to get ready for work. Brian doesn't know how lucky he is that for the love of all that is happy and healthy in a relationship, I try to see the silver lining / positive side rather than internalizing it. Instead of looking for some way to feel bad or victimized by it, I orally take care of it.

After I take care of his morning wood, he likes to relax in bed with coffee and the Sunday New York Times, while I work on the crossword. Brian is so naïve and easy to please that he likes to see me in white cotton underwear and t-shirt dancing around our bedroom. To his unfortunate detriment Brian remains insanely clueless about who I am or what I'm into when we're not together. He doesn’t realize it but he’s a sexist, he too has a double standard. I want to ask him why only a woman is a nymphomaniac. We girls are supposed to all like sex, but not too much. We see hot men with their shirts off in every commercial and on TV all the time, but we're supposed to marry one guy and only be with him even when he gets fat. That’s just stupid. Most men think we should go back to the '50s and women have one partner for life, no thanks, that sounds too boring. What if you got a bad one, you're stuck. You only live once, whole life with bad sex. The '50s are over man, get used to it. Why would you want to return to a past that was no fun for anyone? Back then no one had oral sex; no one had sex with more than one person and women never dressed sexy. Though Aaron knows I'm far from the angel next door and he's no choir boy, I don't think prayer alone could redeem me from the many depraved acts I've done consensually.

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I honestly believe if Brian knew the real me he'd completely quit women, and rightly so because I'm an asshole. Oddly enough as much as I care for him, and I do immensely, I really don't feel guilty about what I've done. What I continue to do... I'm not treacherous, scandalous, or intentionally devious; I just REALLY like to fuck. And for some unforeseen reason have the ability to differentiate getting off and feelings. I've never associated sex with emotion the way its said women are inclined to do. Not even in the most intense relationships. Whatever chip they administered for that must have burned out at birth. I just never really understood how one has to complete the other. So I haven't and won't bother trying to figure it out. I resign myself to concede to the need.

It’s hard to believe that it all started one summer at Green Lake when I was 14. One evening when a couple of my girlfriends and I went for a late night swim, we met up with some older High school guys. And like typical teenagers we wound up in a hot make out session. Naturally the guys wanted to fuck us, but we wouldn't let them. The guy that I was with put my hand on his swimming trunks so that I could feel his ‘boner’ as he called it. It felt so good that I played with it for a while through his suit. Then when I got my nerve up, I took it out of his bathing suit. I can remember that it was so very hard. I laid my head on his stomach so I could look at it while I played with it. It was so near my face that it seemed natural to want to kiss it. But when I did, it exploded in my hand and all over my face. Of course some got in my mouth, and I remember that it tasted real salty.

The other two guys were jealous because I jacked their buddy off but my girlfriends wouldn’t jack them off. So at the urging of everyone including my girlfriends, I agreed to do them too. By the time that I’d jacked off the other 2-guys with everyone watching, I knew that I was hooked on boys and their cocks. The other two guys were so excited that they cummed in seconds.

Once I learned how too deep throat without gagging and started swallowing, my reputation was made. After that I was known at school as the ‘header queen,’ and was the most popular girl in High School. At any athletic event, after school, or on weekends you could always find me on my knees with my mouth open sucking the jocks cocks. I must have sucked several hundred cocks from about the eighth grade through the twelfth grade.

I even use to suck off one of my High School math teacher. He was the father of the first guy that I sucked off at the lake and it was his son that set me up with him. We’d get together at least 2 or 3-time a week in his van. I loved to suck him off. His was the first really big uncut cock that I ever sucked. His cock had a big head and I used to play hide-n-seek with it and his foreskin. He was very patient. He was the one that taught me how to breathe through my nose and relax my throat so that his cock could go down my throat. After that, he was so far down my throat when he cummed that I never even tasted it.

The fact is that since that night I've had a really compromising sex addiction, one I think even for a man would be considered outrageous. So being a female, I can't find the words to categorize my deviant behavior. Imagine that you’re on your period or approaching it. Your hormones are doing the tango to double-time in your bloodstream. You’re randy, horny, need-cock-NOW out of your mind with lust. You’ll stop at nothing until you’re satisfied. Only for me that insatiable desire doesn’t ebb or fade until your next period, instead it’s like I was a man with chronic testosterone poisoning 24/7. What the average female feels at her most lust-driven, sopping-wet, would-kill-to-cum moments of the month I feel every minute of every fucking day. The fact that I can stay focused on any task not sex-related is a freakin' miracle in itself. I’m such a slut that some manner of sex saturates my thoughts regularly 24/7.

Some nights I can't sleep because thoughts about fucking keep swirling around in my head. It was torture lying there naked, massaging my stiff eraser head size nipples, with my dripping wet pussy, and imaging a big cock sliding inside of me. God, I am sick with lust. That’s truly the best and only way to describe it.

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I want someone, anyone’s lips and tongue licking and sucking my breasts, while their facial hair tickles my skin. I want thick, large fingers inside of me while the man watches my face in ecstasy. I want to watch someone ram their face into my pussy as they work it with their tongue.

I want to watch someone fucking me in the reflection of a mirror. I want to fuck for hours and hours again. And then finally, I want to watch as someone cums all over my stomach and breasts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum as much as the last guy I fucked. It's like a hose, literally, so heavy thick and warm.

I was on my back, legs raised up to where my knees were near my ears, ass in the air as he moved forward so that his cock hovered between my parted thighs. I watched in total fascination, as he spread my legs wider. Then he grabbed my hips, and I cried out for joy as he entered me. My high-pitched squeal caused him to look down and smile. My long legs were soon up over his shoulders and I was moaning and gasping in time with his steady powerful thrusting. My fingers dug into the cheeks of his ass, urging him on, as I tried to pull him in deeper each time he plunged into me. He was pumping me methodically, pushing my all the way in. I moaned with pleasure as he slowly pulled it almost all the way out and then almost brutally ramming it back in so hard and deep that our flesh made slapping noises as our bodies connected. The angle was exquisite and he actually hit my g-spot. My eyes rolling back in orgasmic agony, head throw back, probably moaning so loud it might be called screaming... and suddenly he pulled out and began jerking off his eight-inch, hard-as-a-rock cock, and I could tell he was enjoying being watched. Lowering a hand, I dipped a finger into my pussy and began playing with myself. Just to help spur things on, I pulled the finger out, put it in my mouth, sucked my juices off, and then returned it to my pussy. That was as far as I got before he announced, “I'm gonna cum!"

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"Come here, slut," he snarled. Though his calling me a slut stung me for a fraction of a second, I moved towards him. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he moved my head to a couple of inches in front of his cock. The image of his cock head so close to my face, knowing that it is getting ready to explode is hard to describe. It was incredibly sexy; yet fear inducing at the same instant. I knew that at that range it could cause some damage if things weren't handled the right way. Watching a guy jerk he off at that angle was new to me as well and the whole combination of everything going on at that moment put me on the verge of an orgasm myself.

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At that range I knew it was going to sting, so I girded myself for the impact. The first shot hit me just below the right eye, but I couldn't pull back because he was holding my head. The second shot followed pretty quickly after that and got me right on the nose. It began draining off the end of my nose and caused it to itch like hell, but things were moving too quickly for me to react to it.
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The third shot followed right on the mouth, and a fourth shot hit me square in the right eye. The bastard then took his cock and rubbed his cum into my face. I hadn't anticipated that, but it didn't gross me out too badly. He let go of my hair, and I began trying to wipe the cum out of my eyes with my fingers.

As he laughed and continued to squeeze his cock, he said, "Those were some good shots. I hope you enjoyed that."

Not sure what to do at that point, I said, "Thanks, dude."

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When will this torture end for me? I imagine never. Even if I could I might not make it stop. This torturous pleasure is unlike anything most people have ever experienced. It's so wrong but so good.

The porn I watched, my last session, the next hook up, some random driver in the car next to me. I literally visualize various acts of someone defiling me the majority of my day. I say to myself, Men with big cocks, please keep on flashin' for us ladies because I, for one, love to look at pictures of your cocks. Many of them are nice, and I fantasize about what they'd feel like inside me. I love Aaron, but he's got a small pee-pee. Some of the cocks I see on the net make me wet they look so good. So keep showin' what you've been blessed with. Men who post pictures of their cocks may not realize that we women enjoy looking at an ugly big veined cock. We sit there and drool and masturbate while using your picture as a sex toy.

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When I go to another city on business, I'm an animal. If I see a cute guy I start flirting with him and before he knows it, I've taken him to my hotel and we’re having wild sex. The last time I was out of town at the airport I was asked to go through the new body scanner at the airport. But they still preceded to strip search me anyway. I was wearing a thong because they are more comfortable on long flights than regular panties.
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The TSA agent asked me to empty my pockets. I did, but failed the test in front of the new full body scanners. I was asked to remove everything from my pockets, and I did, although they were non-ferrous. I failed. Then I went to step two and had all my baggage scanned, and a man asking for permission to pat down my body, including my crotch with ‘the back of his gloved hand,’ as he described it. How nice, even though I wouldn’t be allowed on the airplane unless I said, "yes."
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They performed the infamous ‘residual gunpowder signature’ on my luggage. I passed, of course, and I suffered through a guy asking a lot of questions about my flight, my intentions, my home, etc. Damn, I am a Caucasian female and, while I know there are some that have done bad (shoe bomber), the fact of the matter is that I don't even remotely fit the ‘profile’ of a terrorist, though I know it may be changing at anytime.
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After I’d been through a lot of shit, I saw this female guard walking toward me. Even in her unisex uniform she was a beauty. She had gorgeous blonde hair that she wore down to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes seemed cat like and she looked as if she were ready to leap on me. Looking at my ticket, she said, “Rachael, you don’t mind if I call you Rachael do you? Rachael, you need to come with me,” and the next thing I knew we were locked in a small room with nothing but a desk.

First the guard ran her hands though my thick auburn hair, then down my neck to my shoulders. Her hands gently squeezed my shoulders before sliding down my torso, ever so slowly and sensually. Then she gently reached under my jacket, her fingers lingering on my stomach before reaching up to cup my breasts. As she squeezed my breasts, she pulled me closer to her. My moan betrayed my desire and left me literally dripping wet. Stoned faced, the guard gave my breasts a quick squeeze before moving on down to my waist and around to my firm tight ass, finally running her hands gently over my crotch and then down my slender legs.

Then she turned me around and said, "Open your mouth, cunt." I submissively did as I was told and she reached inside with two fingers. She fished around for any contraband and, finding none, she withdrew her fingers. Grabbing me behind the head, she pulled me forward and locked lips with me. The way that she stuck her tongue down my throat left no questions about contraband being hidden in that cavity.

“I’m afraid, cunt,” she laughed, “that I’m going to have to ask you to strip.”

I was wearing business attire, a black man like jacket and matching skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee, and a delicate white silk blouse that was vaguely see-through, and black heels. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer thong panties and black thigh high stockings. A little embarrassed, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Untucking it from my skirt, I slowly pulled it off her shoulders and placed it on the desk behind me. Looking imploringly at the guard, hoping for some kind of reprieve, I hesitated momentarily at the skirt. When the guard continued to stand there impassively and say nothing, my shoulders slumped further in defeat and I began to undo the clasp and zipper of my skirt. Wiggling my hips slightly I worked the skirt down and off my legs and placed it on top of my discarded blouse. I’d never been naked in front of another female before, so when I turned to face the guard my hands self-consciously moved to cover my bra and panties.
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"My God, you really are a fucking slut, aren't you? Look at those panties," the guard exclaimed. My eyes, suddenly doe like, wandered to my captor, imploring her not to make me do what I knew must come next. The guard’s expression didn’t change though. As my face reddened, she smirked, "Now the underwear cunt.”
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Escort for Fun

A Helpless

Part-2-of-6

With shaking hands I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. Slowly drawing the straps down my arms, I finally pulled the cups away from my breasts and placed the bra with the rest of my clothes. As I turned back to face the guard, my hands immediately went up to cover my exposed flesh.
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"Keep your hands down at your sides, cunt," the guard snapped.
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Reddening further, I self-consciously lowered my hands from my breasts. Against my will, my nipples had hardened from the sudden exposure to the cool air blowing in from the air conditioner. Though the guard would never admit it aloud, I had beautiful breasts. The kind most women would love to own. They were extremely firm and had no visible sag to them. "My God, look at those breasts of yours; they’re not much bigger than fried eggs." She had no intention of giving me any praise or kind words. "Now, cunt the panties," she ordered.
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Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my tiny panties, I slowly rolled them off her hips and down her legs. As I bent down to step out of my panties, her breasts swung tantalizing toward the guard. Once my panties had been added to the pile, I straightened back up and faced my tormentor, arms held firmly at my side.

The guard stepped behind me and ran her fingers through my hair once again, all pretenses that she was still checking for contraband disappearing as she turned my head slightly and stuck her tongue into my hungry mouth.
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After satisfying herself that I wasn’t hiding anything in my hair, her hands moved on to my shoulders and chest. She lifted each breast, checking for packages that could be taped underneath. My breathing became somewhat ragged as her hands explored every hidden nook and cranny of my body. As she finished checking my breasts and stomach she took a step back. "Just hold still, cunt," she told me, "This next part is bound to be a little uncomfortable,” she smirked, “but I’ll bet it won't be your first time."
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Not daring to look back, but hearing the snap of the glove, my firm ass tensed. I’d never been cavity searched before, but had seen it on TV so knew what to expect. “Bend over the desk, cunt spread your legs and loosen up your cheeks, I really don't want to hurt you."
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I reluctantly complied, spreading my legs and my butt cheeks as wide as I could. The guard's fingers entered my pussy first, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and a slight moan on my part. I noticed immediately that the finger slid in with surprising ease. I knew what that meant, and so did the guard. "You're really wet cunt. You must be starting to like this," she said in a nearly conversational tone.
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I bit back a sharp retort as, despite myself I gyrated my hips. The guard allowed me to enjoy the ride on her fingers for several seconds before removing them and wiping them on my ass cheeks. "Grab your cheeks and spread them cunt," the guard ordered. My excitement grew once again as her hands explored my now naked body. As soon as my butt cheeks were spread, the guard found my rectum and unceremoniously pushed her finger up my ass. I moaned loudly as she did, ass play had always turned me on. Slowly, and a great deal more gently than I expected the guard probed me quite thoroughly. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but found that the sensation of the searching digit was pleasurable. I lay very still while she probed my ass.

Surprisingly, she conducted her search as quickly and painlessly as possible. I moaned with pleasure as the desire to get my brains fucked out welled up within me, unfortunately heedless of my desires, she withdrew her fingers and pushing me firmly back down on the desk.

As I lay on the table watching, the guard casually stripped off her clothes. Once naked I saw how gorgeous she was. She stood about 5-foot 7 and she possessed a rock hard 35-23-35 figure. Her breasts were firm and stood out proudly from her chest. Her ass was marvelous and as hard as her abs. Her legs although muscular were shapely and attractive and she had cute blonde fuzz above her slit. Naked, she was a sight to behold and to my surprise, I desired her.

Fearfully, I slid off the table down on to my knees and kissed up her shapely legs to her thighs and lingered there kissing and licking. Then for the first time in my life, my face was buried in another girl's soaking pussy. Knowing what I liked and trying to copy it, I licked and sucked the guard’s pussy with passion while pushing two fingers in and out of her. I’d never known such intense pleasure as the guard unleashed a river of love juice as she erupted in a glorious orgasm.

My face was only inches from her smoldering pussy; I stared at the swollen pussy lips and enlarged clit. Licking my lips, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the guard’s aroused pussy and watched the drops of moisture form on the guard’s delicate pussy lips like dew on a flower.
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Without having to be told, I stuck out my tongue. I liked what I tasted so I dove right in. my tongue flicked like a serpent as I pushed it as far as I could into her scrumptious tasting pussy. As my arms wrapped around my new lover, I squeezed her shapely derrière as I lapped up the moisture oozing from her pussy. I was soon lost in a wild feeding frenzy and couldn't get enough of her tasty treat.
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The guard moaned, "Good little girl, yes, eat mommy's pussy, make her feel good. Oh god yes, just like that, suck my clit … oh, yessssss! So fucking good … it feels so fucking good …yes, you've done this before, haven't you baby?"
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I loved the urging almost as much as I loved the guard’s juicy pussy. I paused briefly to catch my breath and looked up at my beautiful new friend and cooed, "No, I've never done this before but I love it so much. But if I’d known how fantastic it was, I’d have done it a long time ago. You’re delicious and I want to bring you pleasure."
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Possessively, the guard pushed my face deeper to her steamy pussy and said, "Eat it then, make momma cum all over your pretty face. Lick it all up! Yessssss, taste my cum and don't stop! Oh my god, you are divine, just like that, oh baby, I love it." I took this as a cue to go on. I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. It was up to me what to do next. With a little smirk, I slowly licked up and down the length of her slit. As I did this, the guard wiggled her hips and let out a little moan. Every time she would moan, it would turn me on. I loved hearing her moan, it really fucking got me going. Sensuously I dragged my tongue over her clit, and then on down the rest of her slit. I did this to tease her, to make her want it so bad she couldn't stand it. With a giggle, I then slowly flicked my tongue against her clit, not too fast, but not too slow. Just fast enough to stimulate her down there.

When she cummed, she cummed hard, her pussy spurting and oozing and squelching wetly as she bucked up and down against my face. Her delicate lips flared out, sopping wet and dripping with moisture as she cummed. My tongued danced up and down her slit, devouring her sweet cum. She kept moving her ass in little circles, giggling girlishly as I licked and lapped and pushed my tongue into her tight pussy.

Plopping down on the desk, the guard embraced me and then held me in her strong arms and cooed as she slowly came down. When we kissed, I knew that she could taste herself on my lips and that made me even hotter.

Still on my knees, I submissively picked up her pants and held them. With her hand on my head for balance, she stepped into them and pulled them up. Then she lifted first one foot and then the other as I slipped her shoes on her. Before she zipped her pants I was allowed one last kiss. Then I stood, moved behind her and helped her into her bra, copping a feel as I snuggled the cups into place. Sliding her shirt up her arms and into place, I moved around front and buttoned it for her.

As I tucked her shirt tail in, she raised her hand up to her chin and gazing into my eyes, lifted my face up to hers. I could feel her breath on my lips for what seemed like an age before her lips finally touched mine. Softly her lips pressed against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. Her warm mouth devoured mine, her tongue flicking mine as she bit and nibbled my lip. Her hand went straight for my breast, as she kneaded it, we kissed and kissed again. A sigh escaped her lungs between kisses. Her arms tighten about my neck as she held me even tighter in her embrace, her hands slowly massaging my back.

When she slowly pulled away, I found myself looking into her eyes once again; her gazing seemed to pierce my soul. "I... that... that was quite something," she stammered, when she finally found her voice again. I smiled at her, glad that I'd been able to please her. After one last squeeze of my breast, she said, “Get dressed.”

As I bent and retrieved my thongs, my guard snapped her fingers and said, “You don’t need those.” Handing them to her I reached for my bra. As my fingers closed around my bra, she said, “That either.”

My guard watched as I slowly slipped on my delicate white silk blouse. As the cool material touched my flesh, I felt my nipples harden into eraser like erection. Conscious of how visible my nipples were through the vaguely see-through material, I slipped on my black skirt. Tucking in my blouse, I zipped up my skirt and steeped into my black heels. Thankful that it would hide my all too visible nipples, I donned the matching jacket and buttoned it into place.

Following my guard through the door back into the terminal area, my faced reddened in shame when I realized that my guard was holding my panties and bra in her hand. Possessively moving me through the checkpoint, she waved her prize for all to see, a symbol of her conquest. Instead of just passing me through the checkpoint, my guard insisted on escorting me all the way to the check-in desk at my gate. It was like running a gauntlet of snickers and sneers from the airport employees who knew what the prize meant.

While I self-consciously took my seat to wait for boarding, my guard took my ticket to the agent and checked me in. after a whispered conversation that required both of them leering at me, my guard went back to her post. When the agent brought me my ticket, I had been up graded from the business class that my company had sprung for to first class.

Except for joining the mile high club in the restroom with one of the pilots, the rest of my flight was rather uneventful.

I let myself get sucked into being a sub. He was upfront about it from the beginning so it was nice. I could have politely said no and walked away, but his good looks, all his intelligence, humor and talent clouded my thinking and damn, he was smart and manipulative as hell. It didn’t hurt that we fit together from nape to heel either. I’d always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was.
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The anonymous guys that I have sex with and I often indulge in submissive adventures. They often share me with their friends and sometimes even other strangers. And they all like to expose me in public places. I love all the sex but it’s humiliating to be used by others while others watch. It’s strangely exciting as well, but only if I feel forced to perform, helpless to protest. I know should be ashamed of my behavior and I feel mortified when I am called a slut or a cheap whore, but after awhile it becomes exhilarating.
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All of my adventures normally maintain a certain amount of control. I always have a safe word incase things get too far out of hand, although I've never used it. I’d been in town for about a week when one of the tires on my rent car started giving me trouble. When I called the rental company they told me their garage was only a few blocks from my hotel and if I’d take it by, they’d put me a new tires in about 10-minutes. When I called for an appointment, Ernie the manager of the garage said they had a full schedule, but that if I would come in after hours they take care of me.

When I showed up for my appointment at Ernie's garage I was wearing dresses in business attire much like I was at the airport, but this time a Navy blue jacket and skirt that also stopped a few inches above the knee, a delicate peach silk blouse, and black heels. Underneath thanks to a trip to Victoria’s secret, I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer panties and nude colored thigh high stockings. I pulled up to Ernie's shop and rang the night bell.
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A man who I assumed was Ernie came to the door and undressed me with his eyes as he asked, “May I help you?”

I said. "I'm Mrs. B and I’m here for the tires."
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"They’re ready to go, Mrs. B," he said. "Have a seat in the waiting room and we'll get right on it."
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Reaching in my purse, I gave Ernie the car keys and he had one of his helpers pull in, raise it up on the hydraulic lift and removed the tires. I cooled my heels in the waiting room for a while but got impatient so I walked over to the door to check on their progress. Ernie and his helper, Chuck, were busy at work. There was room for three cars in the garage. Like garages the world over, tools and tires were everywhere in the general clutter. Grease and oil seemed to permeate all surfaces, including the messy floor. It looked like they were just about to finish up when Ernie called me from the garage doorway.
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"Ma’am, could you come over here, I need to show you something."
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I walked over as Ernie ducked under the car and showed me where some oil was leaking from the oil pan. "Looks like you might have a problem, ma’am," he said. "Take a closer look."
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As Ernie backed away, I foolishly slipped under the car to inspect the oil leak. As I did, I reached up to the hoist to balance myself and placed my hand in a pool of grease. As I quickly drew my hand back I bumped into the hoist. It was then that a stream of black oil landed on my peach blouse just below my right shoulder and above my breast.
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"Geez, ma’am, I'm so sorry, that oil will cause a permanent stain. No way will it come out. Did it soak through?"
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"I think so, Ernie. Do you have something to get this grease off my hands?"
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"Here, let me," said Ernie as he took my hand and started scrubbing the grease off with an oily rag. He then began to unbutton my blouse. "If we get this off," he said. "I can wipe off the oil so it doesn't drip down to your pretty bra."
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I guess Ernie had a pretty good view of my bra through the blouse, but it surprised me when he started to unbutton my blouse. Although Ernie seemed harmless enough, my stomach was fluttering at the close contact in such a public place. After all, Chuck was watching in the whole scene.
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"Mrs. B, how would you like to have some fun?" asked Ernie with a smile.

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"Well, I don't know, Ernie, what do you hand in mind?" But I knew what he had in mind.
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"I can just look at you and see how submissive you are," Ernie said. "And I like bitches like you, someone that I can control and bend to my wishes. Trust me; I can be just as devious as anyone that you’ve ever been with when it comes to putting a cunt in her place."
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"I don't think so Ernie, I shouldn't . . .”
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"You're right Mrs. B, you shouldn't . . . but you will . . . won't you cunt?"
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As I stood there between two of the lifts, I could feel those familiar urges. Ernie certainly sounded aggressive enough. My chest heaved at the thought of losing control with Ernie in a dirty, dank garage. Only a true slut would even consider agreeing to his suggestion. "OK, Ernie,” I whispered helplessly, “What do you want me to do?"
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"Whatever I say Mrs. B, or should I say 'my sweet slut?' You can start by stripping off that blouse. Take a look Chuck. I'll bet seeing her naked is going to be a real treat."
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"Come on slut, let's see …

To be continued...
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mom-[MS-174]---part-1-of-1

2010-11-02T14:48:00.000-07:00

Hot Mom

Part-1-of-1
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I am 18-years old and often think about girls from my college when I masturbate. All the girls from college wear low cut tops and very short skirts that are more like a belt than a skirt. Some would wear panty hose or stockings and others would go bare legged. Watching them would always get me so horny that as soon as I got home I would to go straight to my room and masturbate while thinking about them bending over and showing me there skimpy panties and thongs.
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Today was yet another very hot day and it was only the start of the summer. The unintentional teasing that the girls were doing had my cock as stiff as a board. I skipped the last two classes of the day and headed home early because I couldn’t concentrate on what the teachers were saying anyway. All I could think of was watching the girls bending over and thinking how good it would feel to rip their panties off and fuck their brains out.
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As I walked in the front door I could hear music playing from upstairs. It sounded like my sister Ruth was home from work early today too. Ruth was 20, had deep blue eyes and red hair down to the middle of her back. She stands at 5-foot 6 and carries a few pounds more than she would like but she still looked hot. Plus she has a great pair of breasts, 38c according to the label in the bra I found one day in the dirty clothes hamper.
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Mom didn't work so except for when she was at the gym, she was always at home. Her name is Karla, she is 38-years old and stands at 5-foot 8 and weighs in at about 130 lbs and is a 36C in the bra department. She has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes and works out at least twice a week at the local gym and always has all the guys drooling over her including me.
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Oh my name is Paul and I am 6-foot tall with short brown hair blue eyes and about 180lbs. And since I accidentally saw Ruth and mom out back trying to get an all over suntan about a month ago I have been as horny as hell around them both.

Now where was I, oh yeah I had just walked in the front door and could here music playing. I thought I would be able to make it to my room without being caught with my pants tenting out in front of me. I got to within 3-feet of my bedroom door when I heard my Mom calling me.
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"Paul? Is that you? Come here I need a word with you,” called out Mom.
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"Yeah it's me. Can we talk later?" I yelled back wanting to get rid of my erection before I saw her.
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"It wont take but a second, I just need your opinion about something,” Mom called back.
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"Oh ok mom. Where are you?"
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"In my bedroom, dear," she answered. Which meant that it was Ruth in the bathroom taking a shower by the sounds of it. As I walk towards Mom's bedroom with my cock sticking out about a foot in front of my pants, I wondered how the hell I was going to hide it from her. As I walked into her bedroom I tried to hide the fact that my 8-cock was about to burst through my pants by grabbing Ruth's towel that was hanging over the top of the bathroom door and holding it in front of my crotch.
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I was shocked. Mom was standing in the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door admiring the way she looked in a black lacy bra and matching lacy thong panties that gave me a great view of mom’s terrific ass.
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"Hi honey, how was school?" my mom asked over her shoulder. I was so stunned by how fantastic she looked, that I didn't know what to say.
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"Eh, err, it was ok I guess," I managed to stutter back at her.
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"Well that's good. So Paul what do you think about my new bra and thong set?" asked Mom innocently as she pranced around the room posing for me, which only made my erection twitch and begin to throb. She looked marvelous in her black underwear, but black stockings would have topped it off perfectly though. Her bra didn't hide her breasts very well; as a matter of fact the way that it was designed made her breasts looked even larger than they normally were. They looked so big that her bra looked like her breasts were going to fall out of it.
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"Well... you look...," was all I could say, as I stared at her sexy body.
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"Does your mom look sexy in her new bra and thongs?" Mom asked in a sing song voice.
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"Oh god yes. You look fucking amazing in them Mom," I blurted out like a silly kid.
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"I do, don't I Paul," she sighed as she gazed at herself in the mirror again.
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"Mom, I think you look as hot or hotter than any of the girls at college"
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My cock was so stiff and hard by now that it was in danger of ripping through my pants. As I stared lustfully at Mom, all I wanted to do was tear her bra and thong off and fuck her silly. What the fuck was I thinking about, this was my Mom. Ok thinking about Ruth this way was one thing but thinking about Mom like this was something else. But I must admit that she looked so fucking hot, and that mom or not, I would have fucked her if she’d have asked me to. Just then I heard Ruth calling out from the bathroom.
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"Mom did you take my towel?"
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"So what are you doing with your sister’s towel Paul?" Mom asked with raised eyebrows. I noticed that Mom was now looking my crotch area. “Are you hiding something down there Paul?"
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"Err... What do you mean mom?" I asked nervously.
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"Well you look a little flushed there, are you ok?"

Just then Ruth, not knowing that I was home yet, came stumbling into mom's room totally naked. I was behind mom's bedroom door and she didn't see me so I got a great view of her bare ass.

"Nice ass sis” I called out.

"What the fuck," was all Ruth got our as she spun around to see who was there.
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It was like this was one of my dreams, Mom standing there in her black lacy bra and thong and now my sexy sister standing there totally naked in front of me. Her nipples were at least a good half inch long and the area around them was a dark pink and about the size of a silver dollar. She had shaved off all her pussy hair except for a little strip above her clit that looked like an arrow pointing to her honey pot.
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"Holy fuck," was all that she could say as she threw herself on the bed belly down to cover herself.
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All I did was stand there with a huge smile on my face and my tongue hanging out like a hungry wolf. I walked over next to Mom who was still standing there with a little smile on her face and a wicked look in her eye. As hot as my Mom looked, I just couldn't tear my eyes off of Ruth’s nakedness. She was naked on the bed in front of Mom and me and all I wanted to do was take her breasts in my hands and suck them.
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Mom had noticed that I had a huge bulge in my pants because my hands had dropped and the towel no longer hid my erection.
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"Paul did I do that or was it Ruth?" mom asked pointing her finger at my pants.
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"Holy fuck mom, look at the size of that monster Paul's got in his pants," Ruth called out.
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"Well do you think we should do something about it?" mom asked Ruth.
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"What do you think we should do?" Ruth asked mom.
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"I don't know, Ruth"
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"Well, I have a couple of ideas" Ruth beamed back at Mom. Then turning back to me, asked with a little smile, "Would you like for Mom to take your hard cock in her mouth and suck it for you Paul?"
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"Oh god Y-yes... I would love it," I stuttered.
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"If you ask for it nicely maybe Mom will do it for you," Ruth almost screamed out through her laughter.

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Tearing my eyes away from Mom’s breasts, I looked at her soft red cupid-bow lips and moaned, "P-please mom... will you suck my cock?"
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Mom didn't know what to do so; she just stood there frozen to the spot. Ruth, not even bothering to cover up anymore, sat up on the bed with a glazed look in her eyes. All I could do was stare at her breasts and those big nipples that pointed right at me as if asking me to suck on them. The words barely came out of Ruth's mouth when mom placed her hand on my chest and started to tug at my t-shirt.
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The look in mom's eyes was the same lust crazed look that was in my sister’s eyes. Ruth moved to the edge of the bed as mom turned me to face her and pulled my t-shirt clean off me in one big tug. Ruth reached her hand out towards my crotch and began gently rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. Mom’s hand was now running over my bare chest and down onto my stomach, I couldn't believe what mom and Ruth were doing or what Ruth was asking.
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Mom kneeled in front of me and began to unzip and pull my pants down. My hard cock was just inches from mom's face as Ruth continued to rub and stroke my cock.
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"Oh Paul your cock is so big. It's bigger than your fathers," moaned mom as my pants and boxers were pulled down to my ankles in one swift movement. Mom stroked my cock for the first time as she and Ruth both wrapped their hands around my prick. Then as mom started to lick it all over, Ruth moved down and started to lick my balls. I was in heaven. Inch by inch mom took my big 8-inch cock into her pretty mouth. I was finding out that mom was an expert of sucking cock and almost cummed in her mouth right then and there.
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Ruth played with my balls while mom deep throated my cock. The sound that came from all the sucking and licking was amazing.
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"Mmmm.. my sons big cock taste so sweet," mom moaned out as she took my cock momentarily out of her mouth.
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I thought I was dreaming but I wasn't, my mom was sucking my cock as my sister licked and suck my balls into her mouth. I wondered how much longer I could last before I cummed in mom's mouth and all over her beautiful face.
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"I bet your cum tastes even better, cum for mommy, please?" mom begged.
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Mom was sucked my cock furiously and I still couldn't believe it was real. When I looked down, Mom was playing with her nipples as she sucked on my cock. Ruth was right between my legs and had positioned herself right in front of mom. As my sister let my balls slip from her mouth she looked straight at mom's big bouncy breasts before latched her mouth onto mom's left nipple and began to suck for all she was worth.
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"Oh fucking hell yes," mom screamed out as she took me out of her mouth.
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Mom had now moved to a sitting position in front of Ruth while I stood there watching them. As they moved closer to each other they moved their legs so that they could get closer to each other. When their breasts met and they were pussy to pussy. I couldn't believe they were fucking each other in front of me. As they kissed there tongues met and danced together exploring each other’s mouth.
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Mom grabbed a double-headed dildo that was lying just under the bed and pushed half of it straight up inside Ruth's dripping pussy in one thrust. Then pulled herself on to the other end of it as she moved closer to my sister's pussy. I was now starting to feel a little neglected as mom and Ruth broke their kiss and moaned as they both fucked the dildo that they shared between their hot dripping pussy’s.
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Mom and Ruth didn't last long; they were soon both cumming all over the double-headed dildo. As mom pulled the big rubber cock from their drenched pussy's and threw across the room. I stood over them both and masturbating to the site of them fucking that big rubber cock. When I started feeling that I was close to cumming, I yelled, "Mom! Ahhh! Mom, I'm cumming!"
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"Cum in my mouth Paul, I want to taste my sons sperm!"
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Mom began to stoke my now dripping cock as she took me back into her mouth so I could swallow my cum. Both mom and Ruth were still fucking each other and Ruth had mom's breast back in her mouth
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"Aaaah! Mom here I cum!"
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My spunk began to shoot out of my cock jet after jet straight into my moms open mouth. Mom tried to swallowed every last drop of it. But as her body began to stiffen and Ruth screamed out they both began to cum all over each others pussy as I cummed in mom's mouth.
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"Oh fuck yessss, I'm cummmiiinnnggg mom," Ruth screamed as her orgasm began to rip through her.
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"Oh fuck yes, suck it, swallow my cum you fucking bitch," I shouted at mom as I cummed in her mouth and all over her face.
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As mom bucked her pussy against Ruth's, my cock came away from her mouth and my cum went all over Ruth's breasts and belly. All my sister could do was buck back against mom as I stood there cumming all over both of them.
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After I finished cumming, I dropped to the floor beside my mom and my sister as they began to come down from there orgasms. We all lay there, basking in our after glow. Mom reached her hand out and took my semi hard cock back into her mouth and kept sucking until my cock went soft.
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"What did you think son, was mom a good cocksucker?" she asked.
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"God. You’re the best cocksucker that I know, mom. It felt so great."
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"OK now go and get cleaned up you two before your father gets home"
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"And don't tell anyone about this, either of you ok?""
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"Ok Mom, we promise, " we both said at the same time.
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Ruth wrapped her towel back around her and headed back to the bathroom to take another shower. I pulled my pants back up and looked at my sexy mother again before I left the room. When I got to my room I heard my dad coming in the front door.
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"Holy shit, dad’s home," I said to myself as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

The end...

age-[L-30]---part-1 thru 2-of-3

2010-10-25T17:50:00.000-07:00

Coming of Age

Part-1-of-3

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Having reached the safety of middle age, I have discovered what the young will eventually learn. It matters little what others think of you, rather, ’Have you become comfortable with who you are?’

Fifteen years ago I would never have had the nerve to put into words the truth about my sexual history. While most erotica is the result of an active imagination working together with long hidden desires, mine is a recounting of some of my more memorable experiences. I have changed the names of those involved, not from a desire to hide the truth, more to protect the privacy of those who have shared some of the most intimate and memorable experiences with me.
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My writing is not nearly as graphic as is much that I've read. I find as a woman I'm more enlivened by the build up to intimacy than the sexual act itself. My apologies to those that find my reminiscences dry or boring, it's just me.
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Like many young girls, I was 14-years old when had my first ‘Big O.’ and like just as many little girls; it was with the help of my ever-faithful companion, my right hand. "So that's what all the hubbub was about,” I thought when the tremors passed. From that day forward little else invaded my mind other than the magnificent mind numbing sensations that emanated from between my legs. Today I often chuckle at the comments of others. To me there are only 2 kinds of women, those that admit they masturbate regularly and, liars. As a teenager, I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties, which lead me to events that would forever help me define myself.
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I grew up a Navy brat, in Charleston, SC. For those unfamiliar with military life, it is a close-knit community. Support from friends that know exactly what you are going through is available around the clock.
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It is a known fact that ships come and go continuously; and along with them go the husbands, fathers, lovers and friends that keep them all running. The arrival of a ship is a joyous occasion, reuniting families and loved ones. At the same time there is a quiet ‘reshuffling’ in order for parents to enjoy some private time. Unknown to me I had become a part of the ‘reshuffling,’ and that's how my discovery came about.
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About the same time I discovered masturbation, I began receiving invitations to baby-sit for others. I slowly began to understand how well organized the ‘support’ groups actually were. While a ship is at sea, the wives have a regular weekly get-together, usually on Friday or Saturday evenings. There they exchange news, tips, bargains and the ever-popular advice about the plumber or mechanic that won't rip you off should you require their services.
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By the age of 15, I had several ladies I baby-sat for, but Hudson was by far my favorite. Around her it was just fine to be me, no prying inquisitions, no strange looks, no half answered questions. Hudson was the first adult that treated me as a peer rather than a child; I savored my talks with her.
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It was the spring of my 15th year, an otherwise normal Friday evening. I'd been invited to watch Hudson's 1-year old girl, Lorie, while she went to the weekly ‘Wives Meeting.’ With schoolbooks in hand I arrived at about 5:30, long before the 7 o'clock requirement, allowing time for any last minute instructions she might have before leaving. And to ensure she could finish getting ready without the demands that a toddler continually makes of a mothers time. Hudson’s instructions were short, little different than ever before, delivered during the final stages of getting dressed.
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God, how I envied her, I was a late bloomer, and although I sported a lush growth of curly auburn hair on my pubic mound, my breasts were another story. For over a year they had been developing at about the same pace as a snail out for a Sunday stroll. With the ever present itching and aching that girls the world over have come to accept, my breasts seemed determined to take their sweet time announcing to the world that I was becoming a woman. Not so with Hudson, I had discovered that she had a variety of C and D cup bras to restrain the magnificent pair that I secretly wished I would soon be able to match. Until then, I could only wait and content myself with the knowledge that my ‘almost B's’ adored all the attention I could give them.
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After her departure, I gathered the pillows from the bedroom and set them on the floor in the living room, I was always afraid of bumps and bruises on ‘my watch,’ since young Lorie was learning to walk while holding onto any number of pieces of furniture. I had learned to keep a watchful eye on her meanderings, always ready to toss a pillow between her and any menacing obstructions that she might tumble near. Just like clockwork, by 8 o'clock she had settled down with the ever-present thumb in her mouth. It was time for her last feeding, before she fades off to that world where the mind takes us in our sleep, where all is safe and wonderful.
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Hudson nursed, so thusly had several 'self prepared’ bottles in the refrigerator. After warming one I returned to the living room and gently propped the bottle alongside Lorie with the same pillows that I had earlier used as her safety cushions. If the truth were known I had, on a couple of occasions, sampled the milk left over in the bottles after she was done. I found it to be an almost indescribable taste, sweet with just a hint of tartness to it and although not as thick as the milk you get from the store, but it had a much fuller flavor.
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I had, many times, watched as Hudson nursed Lorie and wondered at the gentle half smile that appeared as she gave of herself so willingly. I had also secretly made an attempt to mimic her nursing; Lorie had once been offered my diminutive buds in an attempt to discover the sensations her mother had so obviously enjoyed. My first attempt was crude because Lorie had little interest, until I dipped a finger into her bottle and spread a little of her mother's milk on my nipple. Whether she could see the milk or if she could smell it, I honestly don't know but I did discover the joyous sensations to be found when a mouth engulfs you. Without a continual milk supply to reward her, Lorie had quickly become disenchanted with my futile effort but I had discovered that the itching and aching vanished with a mouth firmly wrapped around my nipple, awakening sensations that had lead to other regions.
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As I watched Lorie’s dainty little mouth slowly working the nipple of the bottle, I dreamily envisioned that same mouth at my breast, gently massaging me to tender erotic awakenings. Naturally, I let my fingers do the walking as my hand gently slid beneath my sweater in an ascent to the buds that craved further attention. Amongst the tender tweaks, caresses and often, not so gentle kneading I slowly ascended towards that heavenly place we all know. The place where the body feeds the mind and the mind feeds the body, gently warming to where the insistence of the body takes on a mind of it's own.
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Remembering my responsibilities, I discovered that Lorie had drifted into dreamland also; although I doubt her dreams were as interesting as mine had been. Torn between responsibility and desire, I slowly arose to gather this darling little bundle and carry her off to bed. Having assured myself that all was well, Lorie tucked safely in her bed, door half open to shield her from any stray light yet open to ensure any sound emanating from her room would not go unnoticed. I finally settled back on the couch to delve into what little homework I had brought along.
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Yeah right, after 20-minutes attempting to decipher the otherwise simple mysteries of algebra, I realized that my mind and body had other, more urgent, problems that needed to be addressed. What I had started over a half hour ago begged for consummation. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, back to the warm glow that I knew would eventually lead to the most wonderful sensations I had ever known. Again my hand found its way under my sweater, this time pushing my bra up to ensure a less restricted access to the two mounds that had started it all.
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It wasn't long before more tender regions begun weeping, announcing their desire for attention. Ever mindful that it's easier to straighten a skirt than to pull up your panties, I removed my panties and dropped them on the floor, safe in the knowledge that I was on my own for several more hours.
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I loved the silky feel of my feminine folds, slick with the juices that came with the arousal of my passion. I have no idea how long I played, savoring the sensations that one by one crept in, gently building towards the joy that I knew was yet to come. I know I had surpassed that point where the mind blocks out all else and simply relishes the moment, I know because the next thing I heard was, "OH MY!"
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Coming of Age

Part-2-of-3

Instantly I snapped from my self-indulgent revelry, I opened my eyes to find Hudson standing in the doorway eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her babysitter with one hand on her breast and the other fumbling between her wide spread legs. My fate laid before me, the woman that I admired and respected, she who had shown me understanding and consideration was now looking at me in shock. I was on display much like the ‘little tramps’ I had been warned about.
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Shame and sorrow suddenly flooded through me, tears flowed down my cheeks as I straightened my clothes. I looked at her and offered a tearful apology, assuring her that it would never happen again. I also implored her not to tell my mother, whom I knew would launch into a lecture about all the tramps and sluts of the world and how I was well on my way to becoming one in the same. At this point Hudson surprised me. While I anticipated her yelling and screaming that I couldn't be trusted or that I had destroyed our friendship, I was totally unprepared for her response.
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As I half looked at her through tear filled eyes, her whole being seemed to soften and a gentle smile appeared. She bent slowly and picked up the pillows, in doing so she said she was going to check on the baby and change her own clothes, that she'd be back in 15-minutes so we could talk.

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Looking back now, at something that occurred over 20-years ago, I half suspect those 15-minutes were left open so that I might conclude what had so abruptly been interrupted. Believe me, at that moment, that was the last thing on my mind. I gathered my books in a pile on the coffee table, located my panties on the floor and quickly stuffed them in my purse and sat hands folded in my lap for what I knew was going to be the most difficult ‘talk’ of my life.
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True to her word, 15-minutes later Hudson returned, much to my dismay she was smiling as she laid $5 on top of my schoolbooks. She then silently went to the kitchen, quickly returning with two sodas one of which she offered to me as if nothing had ever happened. I was bewildered, what I anticipated was a severe scolding and a lecture at the very least, what I received instead was the same caring and consideration I had always known.
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As more a peace offering than anything else, I picked up the money from the table and held it out to her, explaining that it wouldn't be right to accept it. With the warmest of smiles she reached out to me and rather than taking the money back she simply pushed the bills into my hand saying, "That's absurd, you earned it, you keep it."

With that, a quizzical look crossed her face as if some unspoken question lay at the threshold daring to spill forth. Finally Madison asked me if I trusted her. "Of course," I responded, unsure of where this was leading. She then informed me that she needed to make a phone call, that it was imperative that I make absolutely no noise whatsoever while she was on the phone. She then assured me that she would never do anything to hurt me in any way.
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It was about 15-seconds into that phone call when I realized that the call was to my mother, I wanted to scream and run out the door. A doctor will tell you that your heart beats steadily from before you are born until your final breath. Liars, I am certain my heart stopped beating. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move with the certainty that my greatest fears would be realized with the passing of the next few words between them. Instead I heard Madison's soft melodic voice telling my mom that all was well, that she had just returned home to find me asleep on the couch with my books open on the coffee table. She then asked if it would be all right if I spent the night because she would enjoy having someone to talk to in the morning. Knowing what I know now would have helped me understand my mother's enthusiastic response. Mom, no doubt had visions of uninterrupted ‘private time’ of her own dancing in her head.

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When the phone call ended, Madison returned to the couch with me and reaffirmed, "I told you I would never do anything to hurt you, now do you feel better?"
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Relief at her words simply poured out of me as another cascade of tears streamed down my cheeks. She had shown me more love and understanding than I could consume and chosen not to deliver what I undoubtedly deserved. As I bowed my head, partly to hide the tears and partly in shame for my indiscretion, she reached forth and tenderly wiped a tear from my cheek, "Whatever has happened can't be all that bad, let's dry those eyes and see if we can get to the bottom of all this."
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With that the truth began to flow out of me like a river that's been dammed up too long. I began explaining about my concerns that I seemed to lag behind so many of my classmates in my development, how I envied the fullness of the curves she carried so well. I admitted to having sampled the remains of Lorie's bottle and even about my awkward attempt to mimic her nursing and finally, once again, apologizing for the scene she had witnessed on her arrival home. A soft chuckle seeped from her continuous smile as she proclaimed, "Sounds perfectly normal to me." Was I hearing her right, did she not understand? I had just divulged my greatest fears, my most dreaded weakness, the ‘naughtiest’ of indiscretions and my most shameful behavior, and she thought it was normal?
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For the longest time, I listened, as Madison explained how my every thought and every act were undoubtedly repeated thousands of times a day all over the world. Young girls caught in temporary limbo between childhood and womanhood shared the exact same fears, concerns, curiosities and desires as I did. As far as fanning the flames that resided between my legs, "Relax, everyone does it." My little secret wasn't a secret after all? Madison firmly proclaimed that every one of my classmates did it, my mother did it, and even she did it far more than anyone imagined.
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Explaining that she had something to do she went to the kitchen and quickly returned with what appeared to be a clear funnel with an equally clear plastic tube attached. This was unlike anything I had ever seen and wondered what purpose it must serve. That question was answered when she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra, revealing a breast whose nipple was almost instantly adorned with little white pearls that melted together and slowly created a little stream that began finding it's way towards her chest. The funnel was soon held against her breast and she began to squeeze a section of the tube with her free hand. I was fascinated as a steady stream erupted from her making it's way down the tube and into a jar that was firmly attached to the other end. After about ten minutes she informed me that this wasn't near as good as she felt when feeding her daughter, but it was something that needed to be done. Moments later she removed the funnel and bared her other side to my view. Hesitating only momentarily, Madison offered me the funnel and invited me to drain her remaining breast. There was no hesitancy on my part; I was enthralled with the intimate moments I was witness to. I had become a part of what women the world over knew and understood. I was being welcomed into womanhood.
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After a few minutes of this Madison lifted her hand holding the nearly empty bottle I had earlier used to feed her daughter. As she held the bottle she turned to me and asked, "Can you keep a secret?" My response in the affirmative brought a wink, "From her reaction, Lorie assures me she prefers her milk fresh from the tap. How about you?" Caught up in the moment I was thrilled at the opportunity to share so tender a moment with her. Never once letting my eyes leave hers, I slowly brought my mouth to where the funnel had so recently been.
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As I gently suckled her breast I saw her eyes close and that gentle half smile slowly appeared. Now I understood why ‘fresh from the tap’ was better, not only did the feel of the real thing add a comforting new element but the faintly tart taste was missing too. I knew I was doing something right when Madison assumed the same expression she had when nursing her daughter. I was in heaven, but alas, it ended too soon as evidenced by a slowing of the flow and a subtle change in the taste of her milk.
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As we disengaged, Madison reassembled her clothing and collected the things that we’d used to collect some future meal for her daughter. As I watched her walk to the kitchen, I became aware of feelings I had never before imagined. With Madison I felt a closeness that was nearly impossible to describe, at the same time there was emptiness at her leaving. Although she was little more than 15-feet away, I missed her, I missed her touch, and I wanted her at my side again.
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Returning, Madison sat down beside me, but closer this time. Tenderly, she reached out and drew me to her as we shared a hug. Finally she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "So much for curiosity, didn't hurt a thing, did it?" Setting back on the couch she propped her feet up on the coffee table as I cuddled up close at her side resting my head on her shoulder. This was absolutely divine, I felt a slow melting as if I had become a part of my surroundings, everything was peaceful, and I was safe with Madison at my side.
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How long we sat like this I neither remember nor care, it could have …

To be continued…

brother’s-[I-08]-(b/s incest-blowjobs/sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1 thru 5-of-5

2010-10-14T20:00:00.000-07:00

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A Brother’s Memory of His Sisters

Part-1-of-5
Puzzled
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My sisters:
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Brandy is 24-years old, tall, slender, brunette, dark brown eyes, wears her hair very long and straight; she's got beautiful mid-sized but pointed breasts and large puffy nipples. She has a tattoo on the small of her back and one around her navel. She may not be hot in a 'centerfold' sense, but all of my friends think she's the hottest girl in town and they're probably right. She’s making good grades in college and has a very serious relationship going with another student.
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Jenna is 19-years old; short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, short and petite, with small, rounded breasts with an absolutely perfect ass. She's a real tight package and a real troublemaker who loves to party.
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How do I know all this about my sisters' physical attributes? Read on.
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Last spring, my sister Brandy came home during spring break. She simply moved back in and shared a bedroom for the month with our younger sister, Jenna. I had just turned 21 and could now drink legally in the bars so Brandy and I partied a lot those first few days, but unfortunately Jen wasn't old enough to go out on the town with us yet. Brandy and I would get together with a bunch of our friends and go bar hopping until the wee hours. Brandy was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me, so even though I tried to keep up with her I usually failed miserably. Just before dawn we’d come dragging home after closing the last club and I’d immediately crash.
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One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...When I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it, my memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent. I was having what Brandy called 'black outs' where I just couldn't remember the last hour or so before passing out the night before. She told me it was a symptom of over-doing it and that I should be careful. “At least I wasn't driving, “ I'd say, and we'd leave it at that. Anyway, this was a little stranger than usual. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, but it seemed that my cock was a little sore. Did I get laid last night? I'd have to wait until I saw Brandy later on, if anything like that happened she'd be sure to tell me. If something did happen I'd be pissed that I couldn't remember it!! More than likely, I'd just jerked off before passing out.
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I saw Brandy right after lunch that day. Fishing for information, I asked her if she’d had a good time the night before. With a puzzled look, she said, “Oh, blackout again, eh? Well don't worry, you didn't embarrass yourself or me or anything. Your big sister took good care of you and when we got home you were out like a light. You really ought to slow down, though, Andy. You worry me with these blackouts. Sometimes I think an atom bomb couldn't wake you when you're sleeping like that.”
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I guess I didn't get laid, I thought. I must have just jacked off. Oh well.
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The next big ‘night out’ was a house party a few streets over from our house. Jenna was there, and yes, she was causing trouble. The kind of trouble that only a really hot young girl can cause at a party full of horny guys. Half the girlfriends there were pissed at her and their boyfriends. Guys were almost coming to blows over who might get to take her home, but much to all their sorrow, nobody did. Jenna got a charge out of this kind of scene, but she wasn't easy. Both Brandy and I were getting hit on as well, but we weren't there to hook up either. Just for the social thing, catching up with friends and such. That night, during my deep sleep, I dreamed of sex, a blowjob, to be more specific. When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of my boxers was sticky with drying cum. I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but...well, I had never had a wet dream before...Maybe I jacked off in my sleep. This was really starting to severely bug me.
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That weekend, I didn't go out with either Brandy or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a local strip club where the beers cost twice as much as anywhere else, so I hardly drank at all. I got home extra late, and went straight to bed. I had just drifted off when something woke me. I opened my eyes to my darkened room and saw what I thought was one of my sisters standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall. Just before I opened my mouth to ask what was up, she took a step forward. Then she stopped again. For some strange reason she seemed to be trying hard not to wake me. This was just weird enough for me to let it go on to see what she was up to. When she reached the edge of my bed, and ever so slowly sat down on it, I saw that it was my big sister Brandy. She was watching my face intently but obviously couldn't tell in the dark that I had one eye open just a tiny bit. I could barely make out that she was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties.
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What the heck was Brandy up to, I wondered? Grabbing the corner of my blanket, she slowly and noiselessly, pulled it down far enough to expose most of my boxer-short clad body. Careful not to change my breathing pattern, I made her think I was sleeping so I could see where this was going. As I watch. Brandy reached straight for my crotch and delicately unsnapped the button in front. Then, Brandy rocked my entire world when she reached inside my boxers and gently pulled out my flaccid cock.
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A Brother's Memory of his Sisters

Part-2-of-5

The Plot Thickens

Not reacting was perhaps the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. At first I was embarrassed that my older sister might see my cock, suddenly she was holding it in her hand! Right then I knew that this was the source of my morning mystery. Brandy was coming into my room at night and playing with my prick while I slept. Apparently she must have thought I was blacked out again to tonight as well. Before I could think any further, she lowered her head and sucked my flaccid cock into her warm, moist mouth. Dear God in Heaven! I thought about putting a stop to this, but just as quickly, that wonderful 'blowjob' feeling overwhelmed me. To my partial embarrassment, my cock quickly started to stiffen in her warm mouth. From the way her head was gently bobbing up and down, swallowing a good portion of my 9-inch cock, I could see that my cock getting hard was exactly what she wanted. She kept looking up at me, as she sucked, for any signs of my awaking. Brandy’s gently sucking had my head spinning, as I tried to understand just what all of this meant. After slathering her hot saliva all over my big cock, Brandy pulled her head off for a moment and softly stroked it with her hand. Making sure that I was still asleep, she leaned back over to continue her slow motion sucking.
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To my amazement, as her lips continued over my now fully erect cock, Brandy reached under her nightshirt and began to fondle her own boobs. Her sucking became more urgent as she pulled and pinched her puffy nipples. Watching my sister play with her nipples was too much. I could feel the semen welling up in my balls. She had to know that I was getting close, but she didn't stop sucking. When I involuntarily started moving my hips, Brandy continued sucking so it must have been normal. Seeing Brandy's hand in her panties rubbing her crotch was even more awesome than watching her play with her nipples. Trying not to thrust too hard, I cummed right in Brandy’s hot mouth. Making as little noise as possible I just kept cumming and cumming. I couldn’t help marveling at how Brandy was able to swallow almost every drop of cum in 2 or 3 quick gulps without releasing my cock from her mouth. After sucking every drop of cum from my cock, she used her tongue to clean off my cock before putting it back away. Satisfied that she had gotten away with this again, she slowly got up, and like a ghost glided across the floor and out of my room, shutting the door with a cock. There I lay for what must have been an hour trying to come to terms with my own sister sucking my cock. God it was good, but was it OK? Should I have stopped her? I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that the next day when I awoke, I would know exactly what had caused that 'strange feeling'...
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The next few days around the house were strange, to say the least. Even though I acted like I had no idea what went on during that night, I found that I was looking at my sister Brandy in a whole new light. She had blown me, for god's sake! Realizing just what a gorgeous babe she really was, I found myself craving another night like the one before...one where perhaps more than just head might take place...but I was confused. If Brandy was OK with sucking my cock as I slept, would other stuff be okay too? How about while we were both awake? I decided to play it by ear, and, of course, to make it happen again. .... So the following Thursday evening when we went out bar hopping, I tried to make it look like I was drinking hard. I wasted a lot of beer and money that night, but I hoped it would be worth it. After calling it a night (though it was really early morning), we headed home, Brandy at the wheel. Hey, what the hell, I thought as I pretended to pass out in the car. Sure enough, after calling my name 5 or 6 times and after giving me a few not so gentle pokes in the ribs, her hand moved to my crotch. As she steered with hand, she massaged my cock through my jeans with the other. Not wanting to risk a look, I kept my eyes closed for the entire ride. When my cock was completely erect, I felt her fumble with my zipper for a little bit but she must have decided we were too close to home and let it alone. Because she’d gotten me so hard that I wanted more, I prayed for my sister Brandy to blow me again once we got home.
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I put on such a show by being 'too drunk' to get out of the car on my own, that Brandy helped me into the house. Jenna met us at the door and helped Brandy get me into the house. As they helped me through the front door, I heard Brandy whisper, “I told you--look at him! He's trashed! He won't remember a thing!” Really pouring it on, I acted like I was too drunk' to climb the stairs and headed for the couch. Acting like I’d just seen her, I said, “Hi, Jen!” far too loud.
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“Oh, no, big guy, you're going to your room. Straight to bed! You had a bit too much tonight; I told you, you better watch it!” With Jen standing there watching, Jenna put her arms around me, and led me down the hall and into my room. Hoping that Brandy would make a move on my prick once we were in my room, I pretended that I was in a drunken stupor as I mumbled goodnight to them both. But to my disappointment, she didn't. When she lay me down onto my bed, I immediately pretended to be out cold. Without a backward glance, Brandy clicked off the light and left. That was it. Hmmm, maybe she was waiting for Jenna to go to sleep, or maybe she wasn't falling for my act. To tell you the truth, I was a little drunk (I had to drink some that night; Brandy's no dope)
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As I listened for her return I fell asleep, only to be re-awakened soon after.
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As I laid there in the dark, unseen hands removed first my jeans, and then my boxers. Was that three hands I felt? I was now clad only in my shirt, completely exposed below my waist. … Who? As I waited for my sister's mouth on my cock, I heard Brandy whisper, “Just sit down! Don't worry; he's out, trust me.” I heard Janna’s voice, too, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. “Be quiet and watch, I'll show you,” I heard Brandy say as she put her hand on my cock. As she quickly massaged me into a full 9-inch erection with one hand, she fondled my balls with the other.
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Then I heard Jenna say, “Move over a little, I can't see it!” I felt Brandy move on the bed as she continued stroking my shaft. As my eyes adjusted to the light from the hallway, I could see Jenna sitting in the chair near my bedroom window. When I saw her little gray cotton shorts and a top, I thought to myself, she wasn't wearing that when she met us at the door...Brandy, as usual, was wearing a white man’s T-shirt that ended at mid-thighs. Jenna had a funny look on her face, as she stared at my cock.
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“Wow...I've seen a few, but not like that...”
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“Like what?” Brandy whispered.
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“So...big...and so thick. You really put it in your mouth and he doesn't wake up?”
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“Yeah, watch this-----, “and with that, my sister, Brandy, proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job. Not wanting to block Janna’s view of the action; pulling her hair out of the way if it fell into Jen’s line of sight. Jenna was amazed; as she watched her big sister slurped and sucked their brother's cock.
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“Do you think he can feel it?” She asked.
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Brandy slid her head up and off my cock. “Oh, yeah--he moves around and moans a lot, especially right before he cums. Sometimes he even opens his eyes. But he never wakes up, and more important, because he ‘blacks out’ when he drinks this much, he never remembers anything about it!”
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“What do you do with his...cum?”
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Rolling her eyes, Brandy just looked over at Jenna with a 'what do you think?' look as she continued to suck.
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“Have you ever fucked him?’ Jenna abruptly asked.
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Brandy shot her a look, as my cock popped out of her mouth, “No way,” she snapped, “that would be cheating on Mark!”
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“And this isn’t?”
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A Brothers Memory of his Sisters
Part-3-of-5

Suspicions Confirmed

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“Sssssssh! No! Oral sex isn’t cheating! It’s not like this is another guy; he's my brother! Besides, what Mark doesn’t know won’t hurt him. C'mon! Be quiet and let me finish. I told you that if I let you watch you had to be quiet.”

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When Janna’s finally shut up, Brandy concentrated on blowing me just like she did the other night. My sister's warm mouth felt so phenomenal, that I couldn’t help myself as I started to moan and wither. As Brandy continued to suck, Jenna pushed into her crotch as she leaned forward for a closer look. “Oooooooooh, yeah, he likes it,” Jenna whispered. "Suck it, Brandy. Yeah, suck Andy's cock.” The hand that Jenna had in her lap slowly started to move as she began masturbating her 19-year-old pussy through her PJs. “Suck that big cock.”

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Janna’s spicy sex hot talk seemed to be heat things up for both of us. As Brandy sucked me harder and deeper, I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. Peeking out from under one eyelid, I watched Jenna pull the crotch of her pajama bottoms aside and exposed her cunt. The moonlight shining through my open window illuminated her pretty pink pussy with a heavenly glow, as she sat squirming in her chair. I didn't get much of a look, though, as the hand rubbing her slit was blocking my view. “Suck his big hard cock Brandy. Suck it for me,” moaned Jen, a look of pure lust on her face. As Jenna continued to play with herself and watch Brandy inhale my long, fat prick...I caught sight of her sliding a finger into the slit of her pussy and start finger fucking herself...This was just too much for me. My cum was ready to blow and knowing that it would gush any second, Brandy let out a series of moans as my hips fucked her face, “Uuuuum, Uuuuum, MMM!” I moaned as my balls expelled another throat full of thick, hot cum down Brandy’s waiting throat. Jenna wiggled around in the chair with her hand slapping at her wet mound as she watched Brandy hungrily swallowed my entire load. When I spied Jen biting her lip and shaking in orgasm as she continued to grind her finger into her pussy, I couldn’t help myself, I let out a loud "Oooooooooh!" They both froze momentarily; but I just smiled and rolled over.

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I couldn't see either one any more, but I heard Brandy say, “See? That's the fourth time I've sucked him off and he has no idea! It's great! I can get off while I'm here and it's like...no harm done!” As Jen lay panting back in the chair, Brandy looked down at her baby sister's still-exposed cunt, and said, “Wow. You really got off on that...”

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Curious about where their conversation was going, I turned back over just in time to see Jenna nod yes before she asked, “How do you get off? Just by sucking his cock?”

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“No, sometimes I play with myself while I’m doing it, and sometimes I do myself afterwards when I'm back in my room.” Brandy replied as she slowly got up off the edge of the bed.

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“Well, I was wondering...If it's okay to do stuff with your brother then it’s OK to do stuff with your sister, too, right?” said Jenna as she took a step toward Brandy, unbuttoning her top as she spoke.

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“Sure, I guess it would be OK too. Why?” answered a mesmerized Brandy as she watched her little sister opened her top and exposed her pretty pert boobies.

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“I’m so fucking horny, Brandy, and I’ll bet you are, too. Let me get you off. Like you said, it won't be cheating, right?” whispered Jenna as she took her big sister's hands and brought them up to her breasts. Moving closer Jenna whispered, “Let me eat your pussy” as she breathed into Brandy's ear. My cock got hard as I hear every word of their exchange. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven?

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Brandy let out a long sigh as her fingers caressed Janna’s firm young breasts. Running her hands down Brandy's ass, Jen moved them around and started rubbing Brandy’s now-wet pussy through her panties. After leading her big sis the few steps over to the chair, Jan slowly slipped Brandy’s panties down, caressing her long slender legs all the way down. Then Jenna sat Brandy down at the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide, placing one over each arm of the plush chair. In that position, Brandy's beautiful pussy was fully exposed to me. It was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen, neat and closely trimmed patch of soft brown hair, mostly-exposed fleshy pink lips, pouting partly open, slightly glistening with her moist lube. Brandy had never given permission, but it was clear she wanted Jen to lick her gapping pussy. They were both so totally oblivious to me at this point; that they didn’t even realize that I was awake and watching. Then Janna’s head obscured my view as she knelt down and d began licking Brandy's gash. Brandy threw her head back in ecstasy as her little sister eagerly licked, sucked and kissed her wet pussy. Soon she was panting; I think Jen inserted a finger; maybe two, but I couldn't tell.

Suddenly, in a split second, Brandy’s T-shirt was over her head and on the floor. And there they were Brandy's beautiful breasts. Not 'big', but firm ----- they stood straight out from her body for what seemed like a foot and their ends were capped with big puffy pink nipples. I just stared at Jan squeezing and pinching her own nipples while Jenna ate her pussy. As Brandy moaned, “Jen...Aaaaah, Aaaaah, Jen.... “, I was wishing I could see some of the detail work that was going on in my chair. But I counted myself lucky and reminded myself that the view of Jenna and her perfect ass with her short-short pajama bottoms riding up her crack; down on her knees between Brandy's long lovely legs was just fine. I stared as Brandy pulled on her own fantastic naked breasts, breasts that I've lusted after since I was a kid. My two gorgeous siblings were getting it on and I had a front row seat. Brandy’s body shook with an orgasm, as she pushed Janna’s face into her groin. As orgasms continued to ripple through Brandy’s body, Jenna reached up to play with her hard pink nipples. As Brandy orgasmed, her face contorted into what looked like agony, but I knew better. For a second I thought Brandy might scream, but she held her breath instead. When a red-faced Brandy fell limply back into my chair. Jan rose up, and then as she kissed her whispered something that I couldn't make out into her ear. Taking Jen's face in her hands, Brandy returned the kiss in kind.

As I lay there watching, all I could think was “God I wished I could fuck them!”

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The sun was coming up when first Jen, and then a few moments later, Brandy left my room. I fell asleep wondering if this entire week had been a dream.

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We had such a tangled web of secrets going on that it wasn't easy to interact naturally, so the next two days were extremely difficult for me. While Brandy and I could deal with each other pretty well, never letting the other know something was up; Jenna wasn't very good at intrigue. Several times when I caught her looking at my crotch, she avoided eye contact; and stammered when she tried to speak to me. About 5-times a day, she’d ask Brandy what her plans were for the Saturday night. Brandy would give her a 'cool it!'-Look. But poor Jen just couldn't seem to help herself; she was obsessed with what had happened the other night. Brandy didn't want Jenna to ruin a good thing, sure, but she also knew our parents would have strokes if they ever found out what was going on between us. So Saturday night, wanting to cool it for a bit, Brandy went out with some old friends from the neighborhood instead of Jen and me.

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Instead of making plans myself, I decided to stay in and watch a movie. The parents always retired at around 10, and Jenna was sure to be out 'causing trouble', so I’d have the entire basement to myself. But my assumption that Jen would have plans proved incorrect; especially after she found out that I was planning to stay home.

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A Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-4-of-5

Basement Fun

She sounded thrilled as she, asked, “What movie are you getting?”

"I don't know...why?” I was intrigued by her enthusiasm, “Probably some kind of action move I guess.”

Inviting herself to join me, Jen quickly added, “I don't feel like going out either. I thought maybe we could grab some beers and watch the movie together?” I silently chuckled at Jen’s sneaky attempt to get me to buy her some beer. She’d been trying to get me to buy her and her friends’ beer ever since I'd turned 21. This, however, was getting interesting... so once again; I decided to follow my instincts. After all, they'd been good to me so far.

“Why not?” I agreed, “I’ll pick up a couple of movies and a couple of six-packs. Just be cool, OK? If Mom and Dad find out I bought you beer they'd boot me out on my ass.”

Jenna agreed, so we decided on a couple of movies, both chick flicks. An hour later I was back with a case of beer and the two videos, Jen was waiting for me downstairs in the in the basement, where the big screen TV, stereo systems etc. were kept. During the first movie Jenna and I downed about 4 beers each. I had a pleasant buzzed but Jenna was well on her way to being drunk. She was making the same mistake that I did; she was trying to keep up with a more experienced drinker. The more intoxicated she became the stranger and the further away her gaze look when I caught her stealing glances at the front of my cut-off shorts.

“Want another beer?” she seemed to ask every few minutes. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where she was going with this, so I happily decided to make it a little easier for her. The next time she got up to go pee, I dumped a couple of beers down the wet bar sink and put the cans in the pile with the rest of my empties. That way she'd think that I'd drank more than I really had.

As Jen emerged from the bathroom, I moaned, “Oh, man Jen; I'm so trashed, I don't think I can watch that other movie. No more beers for me, I’m going to bed.”

“Bullshit, Andy! You said we'd stay in and party, so that's what you're gonna do! There's plenty more beers and its early! C'mon!”

"OK, OK, I'll have one more---- but that’s it. I'm really beat.” As I drained my beer and got up off the couch to go get another I stumbled a bit, trying to create the impression that I was more sloshed than I really was. With a little laugh, Jen said, “Wow, you really are drunk!”

“I told you! Now we're gonna have one more and I've got call it quits and go to bed. If not, I’m going to fall asleep right here on the couch.” I said as I cracked open a couple of beers, one for myself and another for my little sis. As we gabbed about this and that I really hammed it up with my sloppy drunken routine. All the while, she watched me intently, as she searched a sign. I gave her one. In mid sentence I pretended to nod off.

Calling my name, Jenna repeated it over and over, more and more urgently. Satisfied that I was out, she laid me down on the couch and took off my sneakers. Then as she said my name a few more times, I let my breathing level off like I was asleep. Unsure of what to do next, Jenna just stood there staring at me for a few minutes. Eventually she grabbed another beer out of the fridge and took off up the stairs.

Wait, I thought. Just sit tight and wait, she’ll be back. I bided my time by fantasizing about what my 18-year-old sister's mouth would feel like on my cock. I couldn’t believe that I was blessed with two of the most beautiful sisters in the world or that they were both blowing me. At least that's what I thought Jen was up to.

As I lay there on the couch waiting, I begun to wonder if Jenna was rally coming back or not. Thankfully, not only did she return, she returned wearing that same skimpy PJ set from the other night. Turning out the light, she walked purposely over to the couch and called my name a few more times. Ignoring her, I opened one eye just a tiny bit as she knelt by the couch. One of her small round breasts was so close to my face, that I could see her hard nip poking at the soft material of her PJ top. As soon as she could unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipping my fly, she was pulling my shorts and boxers down to my knees. Just like that my cock and hairy balls were fully exposed to my younger sister scrutiny. She must have been terrified that I'd wake up, because she knelt there for a full minute watching my cock as it pulsed with the beat of my heart. Soon her urgent breathing caused her to reach over and grasped it in her delicate hand. Rather than jerk me off, she stroked it delicately with her fingertips like she was stroking her pet cat. With a feather-light touch, she ran her fingers lightly along the veins of my cock and across my balls. As I felt my cock growing, I was overcome with the desire to feel her mouth on me. Was she going to suck it, as Brandy had or not? The suspense was killing me.

My 9-inch cock was now fully erect. When Jenna discovered that she could just barely get her fingers all the way around it; she let it go and breathed, “Whoa!” Then suddenly, I felt her warm and incredibly soft lips on its head. After gently and softly kissing my cock head, she began to sensuously lick up and down the shaft, pausing to smooch my balls with long, wet, sucking kisses. It felt sensational. Finally she lifted the head away from my stomach and slipped it into her warm, wet mouth. My cock is so fat and her mouth so small that I thought she wasn’t going to be able to get it in her mouth. When she got it in, her lips were stretched so tight that she had trouble moving her mouth up and down. Consequently she wasn't as good as Brandy at sucking cock, but it was still fantastic. I could tell by her ultra sexy moans and groans that she was enjoying herself, and from the position of her right arm that she was playing with herself again.

“Uuuuum, Uuuuum, Uuuuum----,” she moan as my cock slipped from her lips, giving her time to catch her breath and give her jaw a rest. Panting in barely controlled lust as she continued to stroke her cunt, Jen went back down on me again. Soon she was sucking my cock and fingering herself so furiously that she temporarily lost control of herself. Her moaning became loud grunting sounds as her sucking became more forceful. Jen must have got control of herself, because suddenly stopped everything and disappeared from my secret line of sight. I was afraid that Jen felt she’d went too far and decided to quit while she was ahead. As I lay there motionless with a raging hard on and my head spinning, I prayed that I was wrong.

Damn, I thought, I'd have to finish this myself off after she went upstairs to sleep. Oh, well, at least I'll have the memory of my lovely young sister blowing me while she played with her pussy to inspire me while I jack off.

I knew that Jen was still in the room. Although I couldn't see her, I could hear her heavy breathing. As long as she was still here I had to keep up the illusion that I was out cold. Laying there in the darkened, fully exposed, I waited nervously for whatever might come next. My eyes were still tightly closed when I felt her place her elbows on either side of my hips as she lowered herself between my slightly spread legs. I felt her lips on my cock head again--- but this time it felt different, very different----- as my cock slowly eased into her mouth. Then I suddenly realized that it wasn't her mouth at all--- my cock was sliding into Janna’s hot, wet pussy instead. When my eyes popped open, a totally nude Jenna was squatting above my crotch, one hand on the back of the couch and one holding my pecker steady as she eased herself down onto it. After the initial penetration, she slid effortlessly down the full length of my steel-hard 9-inches until the tip of my cock was bumping the end of her dripping wet red-hot pussy. She was such a small petite girl and my erect cock was so damn big that if she hadn’t been so wet, we might never have fit together.

Shocked, I looked up at her, fully expecting us to be looking each other in the eye and finally dealing with the reality of what was going on. Instead all I could see was her short blonde hair brushing my chest as she looked down at where my cock disappeared into her wet pussy. As she watched the penetration, she clinched the muscles just inside the lips of her little teenage cunt and gripped my cock tightly as she slowly and carefully started moving her hips. I tried to make eye contact again, but now her face was raised towards the ceiling as her back arched in pleasure. Instead of her eyes, her sweet little breasts were staring me right in the face. Her two erect nipples poked out of the small but perfect mounds were just begging to be bitten and sucked, but I resisted. She seemed lost in a haze of lust and desire as she concentrated on the feeling between her legs. I was afraid to move for fear that I’d shock her out of her daze and that things would end. And, stopping my hot teenage sister from fucking me was the last thing I wanted to do.

Jenna had increased the length of her hip strokes to the point that she was really fucking me. Still holding herself over me on bent knees, arm on the back of the couch, her ass hovered inches over my balls with her every down stroke. Eventually she increased her stroke until most of my big cock was swallowed up into the depth of her sopping pussy with. When the pleasure became too much to ignore, my hips started moving. When Jen felt me moving, she put her hands on my chest and transferred her weight from her knees and arm onto my body. As our pubic hair grounded wildly together, I marveled at how glorious this was. My hands found her ass and I started helping her move up and down. With a moan, she looked straight into my eyes...I looked straight back into hers. No more secrets. With a look of great pleasure and kind of pleading on her face, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, then quickly blurted out, “Please, Andy, don't stop! Oh god, please don't stop. Just fuck me. It'll be OK. Just keep...fucking...me...”

With a big grin I moaned, “Jenna...You're so fucking good I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. And I don't want to...ever... “

Her face inches from mine, as she panted, “Oh...Yeah...Ooooh, Andy, fuck me with that big cock.... Oh god, it's so big...it's so good...Oh.... That’s it...Ever since I saw it...saw Brandy sucking it...I had to have it in me.... Aaaaah...I had to fuck you... “

Her ass was moving like a jackhammer, and I was matching her thrust for thrust. Raising my hands to her firm breasts, I pinched her nipples.

Her eyes rolled back as she groaned, “Ooooh! Ooooh, yeah baby...Fuck...fuck...fuck!"

Suddenly the lights snapped on and a voice snapped, “You two better keep it down before you wake Mom and Dad!”

When I looked up Brandy was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed, and a disapprovingly look on her face. Jenna and I were so startled that we froze like two bronze sexy statues; my cock began shrinking instantly.

With a smile Brandy laughing said, “Oh, don't stop on my account. The cat's out of the bag now, so you might as well get on with it.” Stepping on into the room, Brandy repeated, “Go ahead.”

As Janna’s stared in shocked disbelief, her big sister Brandy strolled causally over to the couch and stood there watching us. Jen looked down at me, the scared little sister asking her big brother what to do. But I was as totally dumbfounded as she was. As my cock rapidly diminished inside Janna’s still wet and warm pussy. Looking sheepishly up at Brandy, I stammered, “Uuuuum, this is really...she...we're...”

Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-5-of-5

A Real 3-Some

Looking very seriously, Brandy reached down and stroked Janna’s tight little butt as she replied, “Really Andy, go ahead and fuck her. I want to watch.”

As Brandy continued to massage the cheeks of her ass, Jenna smiled and started moving her hips so that she could guide my almost-but-not-quite limp cock back into her waiting pussy. When she started moving her hips back and forth, I felt the blood rushing back into my cock. Brandy had a big smile on her face as she watched our little sister bouncing up and down with renewed fervor on my now very stiff cock.

Other than the night with Jenna and Brandy, I'd never had sex in front of anyone before, so at first I sort of felt 'on display ‘ as Jen and I resumed our previous rhythm. Jen had no such problem, she immediately began grunting and moaning, “Yeah, that's right!” with every in-stroke. Brandy was playing cheerleader, and chanting, "Yeah, fuck him, Jen----- fuck that big fat cock...!” to spur me on. Soon, the more my big sister watched and the harder my little sister fucked, I more turned on I got. After watching Jan and me slamming away at each other, Brandy gave us an evil leer, and began stripping off her clothes, Taking a few steps back, Brandy kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her arms to the floor. When Brandy removed her black lace bra and exposed her beautiful breasts, I reached a level of sexual excitement that I never dreamed existed. With Jen made intensifying animal noises in my ear, I continued to furiously fucking my baby sister’s hot pussy. When Brandy stepped out of her jeans and removed her lacy pink panties, the sight of her totally nude body caused Jen to let out a thunderous groan, followed closely by a body wracking orgasm. When the tremors started, Jenna squeezed my neck so tightly I thought she'd break my back. When the tremors subsided, she grabbed my face between her hands and passionately kissed me. Brandy's hungry eyes were still glued to us, as Jenna gentle broke off the kiss and rolled off of me. My hard cock slid out of her cum filled pussy with a nearly audible 'pop.

“Oh god, Brandy he's so good,” Jenna purred dreamily. Then leaning forward to kiss me again, she added, “It's so fucking big...!” Gazing over at Brandy, who was now seated on the arm of the couch by my head, Jen laid down beside me. Even though she was naked, I still wasn't sure what Brandy was up for; watching or participating; so I figured I'd just follow their lead.

“So, were you really awake all those times I snuck into your room?” Brandy asked, as her eyes flitting between my eyes and my still swollen cock.

“No, the first few times I wasn't, but I caught you walking in the room the last time. I wanted to see what you were up to, so I decided to fake it. It wasn't easy, either, not the way you suck cock. It took all my will power.” Lying there looking up at Brandy’s damp pussy, had me in such a state of shock and sexual frenzy that it was hard for me to talk. One beautiful sister lying naked against my side and the other sitting with her pussy right in front of me was causing me to needed to cum badly, real bad. Seeing the urgency on my face, Brandy leaned forward, putting her sweet smelling pussy even nearer my face, and wrapped her hand around my still hard cock. “Did you like it, Andy? Did you like it when I sucked your cock?” she cooed, as she started slowly stroking my man meat.

With A big sight, I answered, “Yes, oh god yes. Brandy, you blow me so damn good...I loved cumming in your mouth.”

“Uuuuum, and, she swallowed every drop too...” put in Jenna as Brandy plopped down onto the couch with us. Fighting the urge to jump her right then and there and fuck her silly, I keep saying to myself, “Keep it cool, Andy. Keep it cool. You're gonna get what you want.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Brandy’s jiggling boobies, as she continued to stroke my meat.

“That's right,” laughed Brandy, “I loved swallowing your cum.” Then with a slight tremor in her voice she whispered, “And, I can’t help myself, brother or not, I crave more… Now, I want some more.” Still jacking me off, she added, “I can hardly wait 'til the next time I get to suck you off...Maybe from now on, though I won't have to wait... we can do it every time we're together.

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, as I full filled a childhood dream by grabbing her luscious breasts. As my fingers caressed their firmness, I said firmly, “There’s no time like the present.”

Sitting up on the couch, Jen chimed in, “Oh yea, sounds good to me, Brandy! Why don’t you let him fuck you? Don't you want it in you? Look at how big and fat it is.” Jen still couldn’t get over how big my cock was.

“Uuuuum.... I...do, but...” sighed Brandy as she stared at the big cock that was in her hand, obviously still worried about her boyfriend back at school.

I couldn’t take much more of this, I needed to shoot my load bad and I wanted it to be in Brandy, either her mouth or her pussy, her choice. ”Look Brandy, I want to fuck you too, but I understand... about your boyfriend and all.” I purred as my hand dropped from her breasts and my finger slowly traced the tattoo around her navel, and then moved further down into her neatly trimmed bush. As I slipped my finger into her slit, I found the inside of her cunt wet and warm, and slippery from her own juices. “But, would it really be cheating if you did it with your own brother? It's not like I'm some pick-up in a bar or anything...”

As she listened, Brandy leaned back against the arm of the couch, and spread her legs wider so my probing fingers would have better access to her hungry pussy. Finding her little hard love-button, I gently rubbed my thumb over the top of her pussy lips. As she closed her eyes and sighed heavily, I implored Brandy to, “C'mon, Brandy, you know that you want it, let me put it in you.”

Without a word Brandy turned around and leaned over the arm of the couch so that her awesome ass was up in the air, and her juicy pussy was presented to me from the rear.

“Oh, yeah...put it in! Do her, Andy! Fuck her!” cheered Jenna, thrilled that her sister was about to experience the same sensations that she had minutes ago.

In my excitement, I pulled Brandy back on to couch. Getting on my knees behind her, I pressed my cock head up against the lips of her moist mound. After a bit of gentle probing, my hard cock slid easily into my big sister's dripping wet pussy. When she let out an agonized wail, I thought for a moment I that I was hurting her. But if I was she made no effort to stop me. With my hands on her hips, I began to work my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Before I knew it my balls were slapping against her crotch as I continued to drive my big cock back and forth in her raging pussy.

Walking around in front of face her sister, Jenna said, “See, I told you you’d like it, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

All Brandy could manage in reply was, “‘Uuuuum... Uuuuum,” as I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into her flaming pussy, Jenna couldn't seem to take her eyes off Brandy’s breasts as they swung to the rhythm of my hunching. Taking her by the hair, Janna angled Brandy’s face up and began tongue kissing her as her other hand reached down to fondle her breast. My big sister Brandy's pussy wasn’t quite as tight, but to my surprise it was much warmer and wetter than Janna’s was. I could feel her wetness flowing down over my balls.

As Brandy pleaded and moaned, “Ooooh god, fuck me... Fuck me...” I violently rammed my cock deep into her gaping pussy. Reaching around and grabbing both of Brandy's breasts, my balls slammed against her fine ass as I continued to drive my cock deeper and deeper into Brandy’s willing pussy.

Now sitting on the arm of the couch facing Brandy, Jenna spread her legs wide and pulled the petite pink lips of her pussy open with two fingers. Again grabbing her hair, Jenna pushed Brandy’s face into her groin, as she demanded, “Eat me, Brandy. Eat my pussy!” As soon as her face touched Janna’s pussy, she began licking and sucking her sister's fresh fucked slit with a vengeance, lapping up Janna’s juices and my cum both at the same time.

“Ooooh, I can’t stand it, Brandy!” moaned Jen, “Lick my pussy, baby.... Lick my cunt while brother fucks you with that big fat cock of his.”

“Oh god…!” I groaned as I looked down at my glistening cock sliding in and out of my big sister's dripping pussy, her little brown butt hole opening and closing with each stroke. There were tears in her eyes as Janna’s gaze lovingly met mine.

“Oh god, Andy, Brandy's eating my pussy feels so good...Uuuuum....” Jenna beamed. “How do you like your sister's pussies, Andy? You like to fuck our hot little pussies, don’t you? I can tell!”

Coherent thought evaded me, as I tried unsuccessfully to respond. We had a classic 3-way going on and there was only one thing left to do...I bent forwards over Brandy’s body, so that Jenna and I could play suck face. All three of us were moaning like mindless idiots as our fucking and sucking grew into a crescendo. We couldn't have planed it any better as, miraculously, we all three cummed at the same time. Still on all fours, Brandy raised her head up to the sky; and like a wolf baying at the moon… “Oooooh!” As she howled Brandy shook and bucked against me, the inner walls of her vagina squeezed my cock. At the last second when I pulled out, the thick white gobs of cum shot so hard from my cock that the first huge glob ended up in the beautiful brown hair on the back of Brandy’s head. The rest spewed in ropy globs all over Brandy’s magnificent ass.

Pressing her lips together as hard as she could, Jenna tried to stifle her scream as she cummed all over Brandy’s pretty face as it pressed into her pussy. As soon as we finished cumming we collapsed in a heap on the couch, a tangle of sweating, naked bodies and fell sound asleep, Life for my sisters and me would never be the same.

The End…

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gift-[H-03]---part-1-of-1

2010-10-13T09:38:00.000-07:00

A Gift for my Wife

Part-1-of-1

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Pocket Taser Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife. A guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary submitted this:
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Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 25-th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Dora. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Taser. The effects of the Taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety?
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WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought Dora the device and brought it home.
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I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
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Nothing!
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I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Dora what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.
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Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Callie looking on intently (trusting little soul that she was) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood living breathing moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Callie (for a fraction of a second) but then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?
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So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and Taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5-inches long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, 'no possible way!'
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What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best...
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I'm sitting there alone, Callie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, 'don't do it dip-shit,' reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . . HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!! I'm pretty sure Jessie ‘the body’ Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both the recliner and me on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and a tingling in my legs?
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The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room. Note: If you ever feel compelled to 'mug' yourself with a Taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.
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SON-OF-A-BITCH, THAT HURT LIKE HELL!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel over the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8-feet or so from where it originally rested. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. and I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I shit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head, which I believe, was coming from my hair. I'm still looking for my nuts and I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return!!

P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it! Actually she liked it so much that she had me buy one for our daughter who was away at college? When I buy our daughter’s, I’ll bet she’ll be smart enough not to test it on herself.

The end…

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belle-[G-33]--(cross dressing-blowjobs/ sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1-of-1___

2010-10-11T16:52:00.000-07:00

Belle of the ball

Part-1-of-1

I’d gotten the tickets through a friend’s boss. It seems he was planning to go without his wife, until she found out. My friend was already booked into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow. But all that is jumping the gun a bit. Let’s slow down and take it all from the beginning.

I was at my desk running the last of my Y2K checks on my system when my friend Kent called with the idea. I kind of liked the idea of a New Year’s Costume Party. It was certainly different. But when he said it was a production of the strip club we went to for his bachelor party, I almost dropped the phone. Hell yes, I wanted those over priced tickets to Paradise. I hadn’t even thought about a costume at that point, but I was damn sure I wanted to see all those gorgeous women in whatever they would be trying to wear. My cock got hard at just the though of it.

The costume was my girlfriend, Paris’s idea. Paris was a beautiful, adventurous redheaded divorcee, 5-foot 9-inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. Since it was highly unlikely that we would know anyone at this shindig, I went along with her harebrained scheme. What the hell, right? Who would know it was I in that little nurse’s outfit anyway? Paris was going dressed as a doctor, so it would be fun, right? Well, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head, at the time. She spent weeks getting our outfits together. I had to try mine on several times for her to ‘get it right’. Although, I know that, towards the end, she was just getting a kick out of seeing me in a dress. That was okay, though, because I made her serve up a blowjob with each fitting, to keep my men’s pride up in the face of cross-dressing, of course. I could tell she liked the ploy, because she did the last fitting in just a pair of panties and tried to suck my cock out of my body by the root. Thank God the party was coming up the following week. My poor bone was in need of a rest.

Tragedy struck at Christmas. Paris’s father died on Christmas Eve. As we have only been seeing each other for a little over a year, I couldn’t arrange the time off I would have needed for the flight to Atlanta for the funeral. I would like to have gone very much. Paris was so in love with her Daddy, that I wanted to be there for her, but work wasn’t going to wait for a relative I hadn’t even met, let alone been related to. To her credit, though, my beautiful brave girl understood completely and marched boldly on by herself.

I had thought about not going to the party, I mean, half of my costume had flown south. The thought of seeing all those sexy sights, however, brought my internal compass right back to true. The real problem was, my costume dresser had also flown south. I wrestled with the problem all of the week between Christmas and New Years. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I called my sister, only to find out later that Paris had beaten me to it by a full day.

Now Lucy and I had always been friends, except when we were trying to kill each other, but this was uncharted territory for us. You should have seen the look on my face when she jumped at the chance to go. It wasn’t until later that I found out I had been set up. Her husband had to work and our mother had insisted that all the grandchildren come to her house for the night, in the event the world really did come to an end. That left Lucy free to come to the party with me. Cool, but I found it interesting that our mother had chosen to face the Apocalypse with her grand kids, and not her kids. When I remembered that such would mean spending New Year’s with my Mom, well, I chose not to dwell on it too much.

Lucy is a bigger girl than Paris, and would never have fit into her costume. Nor was she inclined to do so. She said she had an outfit all picked out already. She insisted, thought, that I still wear the nurse’s outfit that Paris had made. She spouted endlessly about the time and love she had put into it. I suspect, however, that she was grooving on seeing me in a dress too. Again, I chose not to dwell too much on it, pussy that I am.

Finally, the big night arrived. We had called Paris at her Mom’s early in the afternoon. She said she was doing better, but was a bit worried about her mother. Then Lucy got down to business, getting all the details on how Paris had planned out my look. You wouldn’t believe what this bitch had had in mind.

My own sister stripped me nude and tossed me in the tub. After a vehement protest, and a rousting defeat, she barged into the bathroom and shaved my legs bare. The feeling couldn’t have been more foreign to me and was unmatched in my experience, right up until Lucy shaved my pubes off too. I was wide eyed and rendered speechless. My sister, on the other hand, carried on like she was a girl with a doll playing dress ups. The indignities continued. Next came eyebrow plucking, facial shaving and one of those stocking cap deals that hold hair under a wig. I tried desperately not to look at myself in the mirror.

Lucy took a bit too much pleasure slipping the silk stockings on my newly nude legs. By the time she strapped that bra on and filled it with ‘my breasts’, she was openly giddy. I wanted to slap her, but she was so pumped up, I probably would have been seriously hurt in return. We went on. Rembrandt went to work on my face. My God, do you women really have to work that hard to achieve a look? Granted, Lucy was trying to sculpt a feminine look from a masculine rock, but.... damn. It took forever. You know how, in show business, they talk about hours of make up? Try three hours, friend. I thought my face would fall off. I was stunned, though, when she made me look in the mirror. I secretly wondered whose face I was looking into. Then it hit me, Mom’s. I shuddered a bit.

Lucy finished dressing me and then she went off to get herself ready. I waited far less time for her than it had taken her to do me. During the waiting time I seriously had to think about whether I was going to do this or not. I smoked damn near half a pack of Lucy’s cigarettes, and I hadn’t had one in four years. I was growing lightheaded and that’s where I think I lost the idea of chickening out. Lucy came out of the bedroom at that point, dressed in an overcoat. When I pressed her to see her costume, all I got was a ‘later’. We dashed through the lobby and sped away before both of us could change our minds one final time.

The club was a nondescript building on the outside. On the inside, however, it looked like a Sultan’s Palace. The waitresses, bartenders and assorted staff were all decked out like Harem girls and boys. Again, we chose not to question these things too much. I checked my specially made cape and held my hand out for Lucy’s coat. I almost dropped it when I saw what was underneath it. Now I’ve never been one for big girls, like my sister Lucy and probably because of her, but I was instantly jealous of my brother in law.

My beautiful, blonde 5-foot 4-inch, 120 lb., size 4/6 (depending on who makes the cloths), perfect looking sister had on a negligee that alternated black silk with a sort of netting like fabric that showed off her curves, but none of the good stuff. I was absolutely floored. I hadn’t seen that much of my sister since we were babies. And believe me, I have no memories of such an event. She was gorgeous, and needed to be told soon because she looked scared enough to bolt at any second. I leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

“Damn,” was all I needed to say, her shoulders relaxed and we headed for the bar.

We’ve all heard of Sodom and Gomorra, but has anyone actually been there? I believe I have. The things I saw at this party have corrupted my soul, and I’m now Hell bound just for being there. And I wouldn’t change one minute of it.

First, I stopped a Harem girl with a tray of Champagne. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath her purple top. They were mighty nice too. I suspect her pussy was also visible, but I couldn’t see through the tray she held. Oh well, I moved on. There were the usual things I had expected to see, a man and woman in matching leather underwear, various married women in their limited lingerie and the occasional husband who made some sort of effort to look somewhat sexy. There were a few unattached guys there, and looked obvious enough to get arrested. But it was the girls that made the extra effort that really caught my attention.

I saw a woman in a real grass skirt with orchid-lei. Her skin was not the deep tan of the Polynesians, but she looked good anyway. Another woman was decked out in an outfit made entirely of sparsely laid out leather straps and a matching black cape. I surmised she was trying to be some sort of sexual super hero. I would let her rescue me any day, believe that. Another pair of college age girls had worn their cheerleading sweaters with white socks and sneakers. It seems they had also shaved their pussies bare for the event and were so proud of the job they did, they just had to show everyone, for they forgot the skirts that went with the sweaters. A man across the room wore nothing but a stuffed sheep on his cock. I don’t know how he attached it to him, but I’m guessing he didn’t keep it up all that time. I myself, though, was having no hydraulic problems at all. My poor panties were really getting a workout this night.

The most curious costume literally jumped out of the crowd at me. A late thirties woman stepped up to me and snapped a crisp salute. She wore a pair of sunflower yellow bikini panties, white socks and saddle shoes, a blue and gold Cub Scout neckerchief and ponytails. My eyes just widened a bit as she put on a little show.

“Slut Scout Maggie reporting for inspection, Ma’am”, she barked out. Then her eyes rounded in surprise, as did her mouth, as a wet spot grew in her panties and the pee dribbled down her leg into her shoes.

“I’m sorry, honey,” I began in an effected female voice. “I think you were looking for someone a bit more,” I dropped my voice, “feminine.”

I thought the poor woman was going to burst into tears. She had wasted her little play on me, without the means of starting again, and I turned out to be a wrong number. Luckily, a kindly grandmother, dressed in what I can only describe as a chain mail nighty, jumped in and roundly scolded the errant Slut Scout. The Slut Scout was in her glory when the older woman took her by the ear and dragged her across the room. Watching an experienced but certainly well maintained ass hurry to keep up, I was tempted to go and watch the spanking the Scout had worked so hard for, but I was interrupted.

A disturbingly handsome man stepped out of the crowd, stopped a passing Harem girl, and handed me a glass of Champagne. I took it but said nothing. I was still transfixed on his ‘costume’ when it registered that he had spoken.

“I said, to the millennium,” he repeated.

I still lacked the ability to speak, but clinked my glass against his glass and drank his toast just the same. I was too busy staring at his ‘costume.’ I mean, I’d expected the girls to take off every stitch and run around like that, but the thought that a guy might do it had never occurred to me, not to mention that said guy would catch and hold my attention. He had a ‘Fred Flintstone’ like caveman fur type of thing painted onto his nude body. I tried, but just couldn’t take my eyes off him. And, if I may say so, he was well worth looking at. As I mentioned, he was disturbingly handsome, close to my age, early 30s, very sexy in a masculine way, taller than my 5-foot 9, about 6-foot or better, slim but muscular like a swimmer, short blonde hair, sexy full lips, and a captivating smile with naturally white, straight teeth.

Because I’d never much hung around gyms and locker rooms I’d never really seen very many cocks, so I guess I was curious, is why my eyes drifted below his waste. I could tell by the way that he smiled at me when he caught me looking and that he didn’t mind because he was proud of it. Even though my cheeks turned red from embarrassment, I still got a good look at it and was surprised at how big it was. Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors. Of course, it had to be thick to support its big plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head, and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. In keeping with the tone of the evening, however, I did not question this at length.

He smiled sweetly. “First time, hon?”

Still stunned, I didn’t even try to evade his meaning. I just gave a meek, “Un huh,” and let it go at that. Luckily for me, the band wound down and the emcee announced the countdown to midnight. I turned and he moved closer to my back. Curiously, somewhere deep in my brain, I was glad that I looked ‘my best’ at this particular moment in time. I also had an unsettling thrill growing in my balls. He put a hand on my shoulder and then let in slowly drift down my back until he was cupping my ass, as we shouted out the last 10-seconds of the year.

The moment of truth came at the expected time. And without the slightest hesitation on my part, at the stroke of midnight, I kissed him as if it were something I was supposed to do. Our lips met softly at first, then got deeper and harder. His kiss was one of the most sensual I have ever been on the receiving end of. I melted, ever so briefly, in his hands like an M&M wannabe. When he broke, I stayed motionless for a long moment catching my breath, and then looked deep into his sky blue eyes for another long minute.

“Call me,” he whispered in my ear and slipped a matchbook into my hand. With all the gallantry of a knight of old, he strode away rather than prolong my awkward moment. I felt a pang in my heart at the kindness, and sexiness, or such a gesture. then I straightened up and donned my male persona and armor once again.

I found Lucy in the company of 2-women, who had the look of wolves about to feed about them. Thinking quickly that we both had lives and relationships to keep intact, I collected her and we headed for the door before we had the serious chance to misbehave and have something to feel guilty about. Although she had said she wasn’t ready to go, I knew she would thank me in the morning, and she did.

The drive home was completely silent. I hadn’t even put on the radio. Needless to say, we were both horny as hell. I’m sure we were both wondering the same thing too, if it would be okay if something happened between us in these predawn hours of the New Year. But we both knew that in a night filled with such strangeness that was a line best not crossed. I will admit, though, I saw nothing wrong with the two of us masturbating ourselves together. I could tell, just by looking at her, that Lucy was dying to play with herself. She always was an avid fan of self-satisfaction. I pulled up to her door before the subject, or any subject, found a voice. She kissed me on the cheek, thanked me softly and got out. I did notice thought that she failed to put on her coat for the bitterly cold walk to the door. Cold shower substitute perhaps or maybe just letting me get one last look? Yet again, I chose not to question.

I stumbled into my apartment with a loud shuffle. No one was home, so it really didn’t matter. I didn’t even bother to try to get the make up off. I just stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed, stroking my impossibly hard cock through the silky fabric and thinking about the handsome guy at the part. As I looked at the matchbook cover I was pretty nervous, I decided to give it a try. My heart caught in my throat when he answered. “I’m the nurse from the party,” I stammered in a feminine voice, “I was thinking about you.”

“Yes, I remember you,” he purred in a voice as sweet as honey. “I hoped you called to invite me over.”

“I was thinking about it,” I explained, “But, I’m scared, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“What’s there to be scared of?”

“There are things that you don’t know,” I whispered.

“So, tell me,” he replied.

“Things are not what they seem,” I moaned.

“They never are.”

“I’m not really a girl,” I confessed, bracing myself for the onslaught.

“Well, no shit.”

“You mean you knew?” I stammered in shock.

“Duh, girls don’t have Adam’s apples,” he laughed.

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He came over about 30-minutes later and he looked just as good in slacks and t-shirt as he did naked, well, almost. When he got there, at first it was rather odd. I didn't know what to do with him. Should I get naked, should I stroke myself? He wasn’t the least bit nervous. He took my wrist and let me feel his cock through his pants. Then leading me towards my bedroom, he said that it'd be easier if he lay down. When he pulled his slacks down, my face glowed like a kid on Christmas morning. His cock was already as hard as a rock. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, but with very little hesitation I started stroking him a few times, and without asking, I went for it and before I knew it I had him in my mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock and I was sucking away.

I closed my eyes and savored the feel of my mouth moving up and down on his massive cock. As he stroked my hair, I heard him murmur, “Guys do give better head.” Then something happened, I felt a strange reaction in his cock, it seemed to get harder and clinched up. When he exploded I eagerly sucked down every drop of his sweet man cream and swallowed it right down like a pro. After he exploded, we lay for some minutes basking in the after glow. It felt simply marvelous to explore that whole strange new world.

When he was gone, lay there wondering what Paris would think if she knew what had happened. As I lit one of the matches and burned the whole book, I thought, fortunate she would never find out. I’d lit the cigarette that I’d bummed off Lucy off it and so I settled back for the return trip to my real life. The butt tasted so good.

The end...

Assignment-[E-47]-part-1-of-1_

2010-10-10T10:30:00.000-07:00

Class assignment

Part-1-of-1

The assignment was simple. ‘You had a dream. What was it?’ Ostensibly, it was an introduction to prose for college freshmen. It gave Elaine a chance to see who had talent and who didn’t. It was also one of Elaine’s ribald pleasures.

In the past she’d heard everything from childhood fantasies to aspirations for the future, both boring and lofty, and many that could only have been heavily drug induced. Frightening as it was, many were probably tales from real life. Once in a while, though, some brave soul would titillate everyone with a sexy story. These were Elaine’s favorites, and each year she hoped for something that she could copy and take to bed with her.

The ground rules were also simple, fair, and totally anonymous. One could make up anything they liked, without fear of embarrassment or reprisal.

Each had to be at least two pages in length and in any style the author chose. To further add to the anonymity, all submissions were to be e-mailed from a general account in the library. No one need ever know, if they chose to hide, who wrote what.

In reality, though, this wasn’t entirely true. Elaine could tell, by comparing writing styles of later works and a few other clues. She would soon know who wrote what. Giving them a false sense of anonymity, she’d learned long ago, brought out the true talent in those who had a gift. It was a sly ploy, and fraught with ulterior motives, but sound teaching none the less. The end justified the means, or so she rationalized to herself.

This year’s crop was of the usual sort, one was a boxer, another president, and still another was Cleopatra on her barge. The writing generally ranged from poor to acceptable, and Elaine was soon losing hope that anything special would arise. This all soon changed, for the sinfully delicious better, with the next three pages that she now had in her hand. This essay was marvelous, and so very dirty. Even the places that didn’t contain anything obscene left open the door to many smutty possibilities. She had to read the last two papers in her office the next morning. Thanks to these three pages, it had suddenly become a very busy night.

“I’ve read your work,” Elaine announced to her class. “Some were very good. And others were.... well, we have a long year ahead of us,“ she sighed. “As I usually do, I’d like to read some of those I found interesting. Then we can discuss some of the themes and literary devices before we jump into serious study.” The class groaned in mild opposition, but because she just had to know who wrote this dirty, dirty thing, she forged on.

“Here’s one I found particularly interesting,” her fingers clenched tighter on the paper. She still blushed when saying some of the things that were typed out on the pages in front of her. Courage, though, one must show courage as a teacher. She had to know.

She cleared her throat and read:

“I dreamed I was a showgirl in Vegas, in the early sixties. Back when the town was still alive with sins of all sorts,” she read with a flourish. “The Mob owned everything, of course, including me. I was beautiful in a land where mere beauty was nothing special.”

“Every night I bared most of my body for the sole purpose of making the guests want to gamble more. It was degrading, and I loved it. I was a toy for anyone who wanted to play with me, and could afford the price my owners set. After the shows, my hotel room would be filled with flowers and propositions. Some were from starry-eyed guests, but the ones that counted were the ones from the mobsters. They would ply me with gifts and money so they could use my body for their lewd and self-serving purposes, and I not only let them but I enjoyed it. I looked forward to it, in fact, for it made me useful in a town where everyone was expendable.” Elaine shifted in her chair ever so slightly, which was not entirely unnoticed by some in the class.

“On this particular night, I had just finished my show. My naked body was sweaty and what little costume I was allowed to wear was almost falling off me. I willingly stripped before all the other gorgeous women that I worked with. While I was showering, I paused just long enough to share a hot kiss with a brunette with a taste for women. She slid her fingers under my chin and turned my face towards her. With a knowing smile, she dipped her head, letting her lips cover mine. Intrigued, I drew her lower lip into my mouth, nibbling sensuously while I watched emotion come into her eyes. What the hell? My life was just one big party. Why not grab all I could, right?”

“I dressed and said my goodbyes for the night. Maybe I’d see one or two of the girls again before tomorrow, but even if I did we’d be busy by then and we all knew it.”

“Joey, they were all named Joey, caught me at the bar. This Joey was a short balding man who obviously thought his position required him to wear a three-piece suit, brutally knotted silk tie, and Old Spice after shave. I giggled at his jokes and batted my eyelashes on cue. Soon he was promising me the moon, and talked about my future in fairy tale terms. It was all part of the game. He invited me to a party in another hotel. He said I could meet some friends of his, producers who might take me to Hollywood with them. As usual, I didn’t buy any of this crap, but it always sounded so good. He bought me a few drinks, by the terms of The Big Mob Rule Book, and then we left in his big black Lincoln Town car.” Stopping there, she took a breath; more to see if anyone else knew where this was going, than anything else. It was always a dead giveaway with freshman.

“I spent the ride doubled over in the seat, his half inflated cock in my jaded mouth.” Shaking her head to show the proper amount of professional disgust, Elaine went on, “I worked him over like the pro I’d become. He did his part and pretended to enjoy it, while driving with the precision of a jet pilot. Ever the gentlemen, he waited while I’d retouched my smeared lipstick before we entered The Sands. Two extremely large men also in dark suits, showed us to a private elevator for the privileged. I winked at each as a form of tip, but Joey gave each of them cash.”

“In the elevator, Joey insisted that I strip down to my panties.” Elaine shifted again, for a second not caring who was watching, “It was like playing dress ups as a kid,” she went on, “with just as much consequence. In this town where the Devil was king, mere nudity was a cheap commodity.” That line still made her cheeks tingle a light crimson, even on the fourteenth reading.

“I was shown into a room full of leering eyes and groping hands. No one spoke directly to me, other than to ply me with more liquor or offer the most ignorant of advances. Men felt my body through my panties, both front and back, and generally handled me like the prized cow that I was.”

Elaine wanted so badly to scream,

“Who the hell wrote this? I must know!”

“I did indeed see one of the girls from my dance troupe there. She was wearing only the feathered headdress that we had used a few weeks before. She was kneeling on the floor, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand, like some bawdy recreation of a crucifixion. Unconsciously I only felt a twinge of envy for the attention she was receiving.” The teacher in her was impressed with the vocabulary, even on the fourteenth reading.

“It wasn’t long before some genius wanted to see me down on my knees next to her. With the customary killer smile, I took my place on the floor, tossing my wet panties to the wolves waiting to be serviced. As they step forward and fed me their cocks, I took each load of man cum with glee, filling my empty belly with the only calories I would have today. I was in my own private glory.” ‘Speaking of private glory’, Elaine mused in the back of her mind with a smile.

“Before the wild ass circus was over, both my colleague and I were flat on our backs, all for the taking by the men who protected Sodom and Gomorra. ‘I lost count of the number of cocks I had in my holes and soon grew numb to the mixed pain and pleasure both. It was all just a game, and I was just a pawn. I awoke the next morning alone in my room, and sticky with that film of debauchery I loved so much. I showered for another day at the office,” Elaine loved that metaphor.

The classroom was deadly silent as Elaine finished reading. As she squirmed slightly in her chair again, she could feel the sopping cotton of her panties against her thigh. She looked at the clock and with a warning look, reminded her pupils that the class should end soon.

“Does the author wish to identify him or herself?” Elaine asked, biting her lip against hope. No one moved or uttered a sound.

There was one spark of recognition, however. A cold and intense stare made it’s way across the room, slapping Elaine in the face with its force. It sprang from the eyes of a beautiful young man, or so she thought of him on occasion. He kicked the bag of football gear at his feet, daring her to catch him. Elaine was shocked. It took several minutes for her to sort through the minefield of endless questions she knew she’d never get answers to.

“I dreamed I was a clown in a circus,” Elaine intoned, dropping her head into the next paper. The class giggled, desperate for a distraction. Elaine bit her lip and prayed she didn’t just start something. She loved this job, and it’s perks.

The End…

summer break-[E-48]-(missionary fuck)-part-1-of-1

2010-10-09T07:50:00.000-07:00

College Summer Break

Part-1-of-1

When I was home from college for the summer, I went to visit my roommate, Brian at his family's beach house in Galveston for a week. I met his parents and his sister, Cathy for the first time when I got there Friday evening. Turns out his sister Cathy, who was 19, was a fucking knock-out, brunette, dark tan from sunbathing, green eyes, long shapely dancers legs, the most perfect little round ass you've ever seen. She came walking in the first day in just a tight wife-beater t-shirt, the kind that just barely comes bellow her breasts and leaves her flat stomach exposed, and a bikini bottom, the kind though that rides up the girl's ass so it pretty much looks like a thong by the time she walks around in it.
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Everything went fine for the first couple of days, but by the third day I'm there, his sister, Cathy and I had started flirting and I could tell that she was definitely a slut. Not the stupid airhead kind that just fucked guys because she didn't know any better. But the kind of girl who's smart and chooses to be a slut because she liked to fuck. I don't know what it is, but you can usually see it in a girl like that’s eyes. You can almost see the thoughts that are going through her head. Girls like her gets off on the idea of it almost as much as actually fucking.
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So it's late on the third night and we're all sitting out on the deck getting a little drunk. I got up to go inside to the bathroom and my friend Brian stayed outside talking to his parents. As I was taking a piss, I heard someone come in. When I came out of the bathroom, it's Cathy. She’s sitting on the dryer in the laundry room just looking at me with a smirk on her pretty face. We had been flirting the whole week, but I was still a little unsure of what she was doing.
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I could see. Brian and his parents were outside through the crack in the partially opened door. They weren’t that far away, but Cathy didn’t seem to care because she just looked at me and said, "Come 'ere."

So, what was I really gonna do. I walk over to her and as I do, Cathy parts her legs a little for me to walk closer in between them. As she parts her knees, I can see straight up her short little jean skirt and see her tiny orange panties glowing invitingly between her thighs. She was wearing a thong, the type that just barely covered Cathy's pussy so I could easily tell that she was clean-shaven. Despite my fears I was already getting hard. as soon as I was close to her, Cathy hooked her finger in my belt and pulled me closer. Then she pulled my head down to hers, and pushed her tongue into my mouth and not just a little, but her whole tongue was in my mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet and she tasted like grape Chapstick.
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I kissed her back, but Cathy pulled away and said, "Watch through the window and make sure no one comes in." At the same time, she undid my belt and reached down in my boxers to grab my cock, which was rock hard by this point. "Are they still out there?" she asked. Zombie like, I just nodded. Impishly, she just looked at me and said, "Just keep watching to make sure while you fuck me."
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Cathy could tell by my face, I guess, that I was still taken aback, so she just smirked again and said, "What, don't you wanna see what my pussy feels like?"

Nibbling her lip like a naughty ten year old, she reached up her skirt and pulled off her panties. As I stared in shock, she pushed up her skirt and spread her legs apart, showing me her beautiful pussy. It was swollen and shiny with juice. She reached down and pushed a finger inside her, then reached up and ran her wet finger around my lips. I of course immediately licked my lip, tasting her pussy juice; it was that tangy sweet taste. She could tell I liked it and wrapped her long tan legs around me. "C'mon, stud you’ve dreamed about all week, fuck me."
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So I did. I figured if she's gonna be a slut, why not fuck her like one. Still watching through the window, I reached down and gently slipped 2-fingers into her waiting pussy. She gasped a little and then started bucking her hips against my hand. I pushed her back on the dryer a little and tilted her hips up to give me more access to her pussy. Then I rubbed her pussy juice that was on my hand onto my cock and then rubbed the head of my cock up and down her lust-swollen slit. She was much, much tighter than I expected and I've got a pretty thick cock, so I still had a little trouble stretching her pussy out when I pushed in. She buried her face against my chest to muffle her whimpers as inch by inch I worked my hard cock into her tight pussy. I could tell she loved it because when I felt the walls of her pussy stretching, I placed my hands under her ass, lifted her up. Then I gave a hard shove and plunge my 8-inch cock all the way up to my balls into her waiting pussy. When I bottomed out Cathy gave a little shriek that I was surprised her parents hear all the way out on the deck.

Cathy’s long legs were soon up over my shoulders and she was moaning and gasping in time with my steady powerful thrusting. Cathy’s fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass, urging me on, as if trying to pull me in deeper each time I plunged into her. I was pumping her methodically, pushing my all the way in. I slowly pulled it almost all the way out and then almost brutally ramming it back in so hard and deep that our flesh made slapping noises as our bodies connected.

When she climaxed I felt Cathy’s pussy squeeze me, bringing me very much closer to my own. I continued my movement inside of her, giving her kiss after kiss, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her body tightly to mine. As I felt my release coming, Cathy's thrusting motions against me were getting stronger. I could feel wave after wave passing through her body, squeezing and stimulating me, triggering my own orgasm. I continued looking deep into her eyes, losing myself in them as I pulled out and shot the biggest load of my life all over her stomach cummed.

When I finished, she wiped it off with a towel and said, "Thanks, I needed that." Then she casually hopped down and without bothering to put on panties again, pushed her skirt back down. Then without a worry in the world, she turned around, walked out of the door and rejoined her family out on the deck, smiling and giggling just like their little angel.
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I never have and never will tell her brother. But yeah, this girl does go to Texas A and M at Galveston and yeah, she's in a sorority. Good luck to you guys finding her. Happy fucking, because she will be.

The end…

slavery-[F-30]-(bondage)-part-1-of-1

2010-10-08T17:53:00.000-07:00

Slavery

Part-1-of-1

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As I drove into the driveway, the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. It was 4am and I'd just gotten off work. I always get home at this time; don't know why I would be feeling nervous now.
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I gathered up my stuff and started to get out of the truck. I had never noticed the car that had driven up behind the driveway, blacked out. And I didn't notice the person dressed all in black that had snuck up to the side of my truck. I didn't notice until it was too late. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist and a hand clamp over my mouth. The hand was holding a rag soaked in something so strong, that it overpowered my senses. I remember trying to fight, as I kept fighting to breath past the rag. My arms felt sluggish as I tried to hit something. It was like a thousand dreams I'd had, where I was trying to fight someone. I would ball up my fist and give it all my strength and then feel like it was moving through water, super slow, and then barely making contact. That's exactly how I felt, like I was moving in slow motion, barely able to move.
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I think I remember kicking, as he lifted me up off the ground. That he lifted me so easily, and his grip around my face and waist made me think that he must be incredibly strong.
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But that was a long time ago, a lifetime ago. I can barely remember my old life. Everything changed drastically. Some of it is as clear as yesterday, and other parts, like it was years ago. In reality, it’s been 6-months since I started this new life. I guess I should tell you something about myself. I was a workaholic married to a workaholic. I had never dated before marrying my husband, and I’d been so shy growing up that guys never noticed I was around. When I met my husband I thought that this was it, this was my life forever. Boy was I wrong. Things were destined to change, for the better I think, but at the time it scared me to death. I'd been married for about 9-years when I realized how unfulfilling my sex life was.
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I knew there was a lot missing and I went looking for it. I had a long-term affair, but he didn't have a whole lot of time for me. But I learned a lot during that time, a lot about me, and what I wanted out of sex. And what I found out was that I was kinky, at least by my husband's standards. I started spending time on the computer and in chat rooms. That's where I met him. In a chat room that is. I spent most of my time in D/s rooms, learning the internet rules of D/s, knowing that the real thing was totally different, but I really didn't think I had a chance of that anyway. This was just for fun; to fulfill part of that need I had.
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I became his online submissive and as such I had assignments. And I had to write about my assignments. Sometimes it would be to write about my deepest, darkest desires, or my fears. Ok, most of the time it was about those things, and how they made me feel. For the most part, they scared me, but excited me at the same time. I was starting to become so confused, sometimes I wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. He sent me a picture of himself and I was relieved to see that he wasn't an ogre, that in fact, he was downright handsome. Of course I was no princess so I was amazed when he liked the picture I sent him. Over the months we talked and talked, mostly over the computer, and then by phone. Cyber sex is one thing, but phone sex, OH MY GOD. It can be incredible. Just hearing a voice while you play with your toys, closing your eyes, pretending he's there with you. I'm wet just thinking about it.
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Anyway, we had been talking for months and he suggested meeting in real life. I gave him every reason in the world why I couldn't meet him. He wanted me to leave my husband and come live with him and be his real life slave. I said, “You’re crazy, there’s no way I could do something like that. I have a family, I a job, I a life. I just couldn't leave.” Well, needless to say, he didn't care what I said. He took it upon himself to help me through it. He always said he could tell what was best for me. And that's what led up to my abduction in the middle of the night.
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He had it all planned out. He knew exactly when I got home from work every day. He knew none of my neighbors would be out at that time, and hubby would be sound asleep. It would be hours before anyone noticed I wasn’t at home. And most importantly, I had my laptop with me. So there was no way anyone could find our emails or my stories. Or find out anything about the other life I was leading.
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When I came to I was blindfolded and gagged, and couldn't tell where I was. I couldn't move my arms or my legs, and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. I could tell I wasn't wearing any clothes because I could feel my skin touching something, but I couldn't tell if it was wood, or plastic, or what. I felt claustrophobic and started to panic. When I tried to thrash around, I could tell that I was in some type of box like container.
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I tried to scream but with a gag, all that came out were some muffled animal like grunts. I couldn't hear the box open but I felt the change in the air on my skin. Then I felt his touch on my breasts, just lightly over my nipples, then down my chest to my stomach. I couldn't hear a thing, and I realized I must have some sort of earplugs on. I was petrified. And then the box closed up and I was alone again.
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I can't tell how long it was until he came back. But as soon as the box opened, I knew he would touch me, and this time, my body ached for it. As soon as his fingertips hit my skin, I tried to move into it, as they trailed down my chin and neck, around my nipples, down to my stomach and thighs. I could feel myself leaking fluid from my pussy and I didn't even know who this person was. What kind of sex-crazed slut was I?
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I didn't care who it was; my body was craving some sort of stimulation. This being in a box, not seeing, hearing, feeling anything, was torture. And the feel of his fingers was pure pleasure. Then, just as I felt myself getting close, the box closed. This went on for god knows how long. He would just barely touch me, letting me become more and more excited. And every time he opened the box, it took less of his touch to get me excited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he opened the box and went right to my pussy. I felt him peel the lips back and I'm sure it was his tongue, flicking on my clit, pushing his tongue into my soaking wet cunt. I cummed almost immediately, my hips straining against the bindings, my breathing ragged as I tried to let loose. My muscles were jerking and spasming as I cummed, and cummed, and cummed. And then, the box closed. I was so excited that it took several minutes for me to calm down.
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The next thing I remember is the box opening and 2-strong hands lifting me out and setting me down on the floor. The bindings were undone and I sat there for a few minutes rubbing my wrists, trying to get the feeling back into my hands, and feeling the cuffs in place there. Once my arms started working I tried to bring my hands up to take off the gag and blindfold but they were jerked up short by the strap still attached to the cuffs.
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I still couldn't see or hear, but I did have a sense of smell and I could smell cologne. He must have realized this because the next thing he did took that away from me too. I felt a hood being placed over my head. Not something like the Ku Klux Klan wears, not loose fitting at all. But it felt like thick leather and it fit over my head so tightly I wasn't sure it wouldn't crack my skull. I could feel him tightening it. There were no nose holes, only a hole for my mouth. So now my sense of smell was gone. This was complete, utter darkness and silence. All I could hear was my own body, my heart pounding in my chest, the blood rushing through my head.
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When he led me across the floor, I prayed he wouldn't let me run into things just for fun. I slid my feet along the floor at first, but he would have none of that and I felt a crop hit my legs until I started walking normally. When I ran into the toilet, I felt a flood of relief. I needed to go so bad, but was I allowed? I hesitated, waiting for some sign, I certainly couldn't ask. He didn't move, so I figured that it was ok. I waited to be yanked away, but he didn't. Thank god. When I was finished, it was a little awkward without being able to see but I managed, he tugged on the straps and I followed as best I can.
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I was getting a lot better at this walking behind him. I was getting pretty confident that he wouldn't run me into anything. The next stop was the kitchen. Of course, without my sense of smell I couldn't tell until he took out the gag and handed me the toast where we were. The toast had strawberry jam on it, my favorite. It took me a while to get the hang of getting it in the mouth hole, but I got better at that too. As soon as I was done eating, the gag was back. I jumped when I felt his tongue on my chest, licking off the crumbs. It was so erotic that was I immediately shaking, jerking, and my pussy pouring out fluids. Every touch drove me to ecstasy. I longed for it, would have begged for it if I was allowed to speak.
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It seemed like I was following him for hours and hours, sometimes sitting still until my joints ached. I knew better than to fidget. It only took a few whacks with the crop on my ass cheeks to figure that one out. I was always a quick study. Every so often he would touch me again. Sometimes he would just stroke my calf, sometimes the inside of my arm, but again, that’s all it took to set me off, shaking, spasming, fluids flowing freely down my legs. I was a regular laboratory study in conditioning, Pavlov's slave.
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And then, far too soon, he was binding my arms and legs and I was back in the box. If it hadn't been for the gag, I would have begged and pleaded for him to let me out. I would have promised him anything to keep me out of that box. The only good part was that the hood came off. I could feel him bathing my face with a wet cloth to remove the toast crumbs that had fallen inside the mask. And then, back in the box, unable to move, waiting for tomorrow.

The end…

moment-[H-16]--part-1-of-1

2010-10-06T17:57:00.000-07:00

Best moment

Part-1-of-1

I was walking in a store today and passed some dude. As he passes, he says, "Why don't you trim that fucking thing?" really loud. I have a large, bushy mustache. I'm talking Wilfred Brimley. I like a big ol' mustache and it's my face so I reply, "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?"

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Shit. Of course this guy gets all ‘red-neck.’ I turn around and then I notice that he's got a boot camp buzz-cut, still sporting issue sunglasses and a ‘Marines’ t-shirt. He starts talking all kinds of shit about ‘disrespect.’

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I shrug and start to walk away because I really don't give a damn.
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Then he really got pissed off and sprinted past me, turned around, took off his shades and really got in my face. "I was in the Marines, you fucking (here's where I tuned out) blah-blah-blah-blah . . ."
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The fact that I was a navy vet was none of his business so I replied, "I really don't give a shit."
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You'd have thought I slapped his mamma. Really, what the fuck? I’d served my time in the military, I doubt if I’ll get re-called so why the hell should I groom myself to military standards? I am clean, I shower at least once a day using actual soap, I keep my hair cut short 'cause I'm balding (like Bruce Willis) and my clothes are clean. I don't stink or anything, so I don't see why this asshole has to have an issue, other than he is fucked in the head and has a chip on his shoulder about something.

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I start to walk away and he's still hollering about his military service. I just gave an ‘I still don't give a shit’ wave of dismissal and went on about my business.
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He had to have the last word, though. He gets in front of the door and proceeds to lecture me about the sacrifices of military personnel and how white trash like my family has never served the country (my great-great-grandfather and his 2-brothers were in the Texas army fighting Santa Ana, and someone in my family has been in every war since) blah-blah-blah. Then he says "How do you like your freedom that I fought for?"
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I said, "What freedom?" sidestepped around him and went about my business and forgot about the loud mouth idiot.
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Then a few days later I had one of the greatest moments of my life.

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I am 25 and have been doing boxing and even dabbling a little in the martial arts as a hobby since high school. I have never been in a street fight nor have I ever done any competition in the ring, again because I like it as a hobby.

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Last week while I was at the gym a friend of mine told me about a ‘fight club’ that goes down at a bar. I was a little curious mostly because this friend who was telling me about it, was a really hot girl who shouldn’t be boxing but for some reason was. To have the chance to see her outside the gym in a social setting, I couldn’t past this up.

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I ask some of my friends to join me but in fear that they might be forced to fight just for being there, they left me to this adventure alone. That night I make my way to the location and walk into a hole in a wall type of bar. There were tons of people and as I squeeze my way into the bar. I down a quick shot of Jack Daniels and a Miller lite to calm my nerves. I order one more beer and follow a group of people to the back behind close doors that was obvious where the fights took place. There were also tons of people back there including a lot of hot looking females. I meet my friend from the gym and her friends. After watching a couple a good fights from both female and male fighters, I get the bug and wanted to give it a try. All the fights have been really sloppy so far as if they were a regular street fight. Thinking I could do better, I raise my hand and asked, “Can I be next?”

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After the fight in progress ended in a brutal beat down, the man made circle split open like the Red Sea giving me an easy path to center stage. As I moved into the fight circle I looked down at the fresh blood stains from the past fighters and thought, “What have I gotten myself into?” Just then a mean looking guy with a buzz-cut that looked like he would scare his own grandma steps into the circle on the opposite side from me. He had some intimidating tattoos all over his upper body, was a bit heavier than me, and looked like he meant business. He was a bit shorter then me so I knew that I’d have to work that to my advantage.

As he turned towards me, I realized that he was the jackass with the Marine t-shirt from before.

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The ‘ring leader’ approached us and quickly ran through the rules; no crotch shots, no small limb submissions, and fights only stop when one quits or is knocked out. He asked for our names and introduced us to the hungry fans ready to see a blood bath.

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As soon as the fights started I approach him and he tried to give me a heavy right hook. I easily duck under his punch and countered with a 4-hit combination that left him stunned. When I ducked under his punch the people all around were amazed, because every fight at the bar up until now had been really sloppy. No one was fighting with proper skill or technique. Unfortunately for my opponent he quickly realized that he did not have the skills to do any kind of damage to me. I also realized that I’ve greatly under-estimated my fighting skills for years. And I discovered that I liked the feel of my body bobbing and weaving, as it moved like a well-oiled machine. The feel of my appoint’s punches on my forearms as I blocked them and lashed out with punches of my own as my bare knuckles connected with my opponent’s body. .

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I was quickly giving the public such a good show that they eventually started chanting my name. I have no words to describe that feeling. There were at least a hundred pair of eyes on me, that including the girl from my gym and her friends who I wanted to impress but also all the other hot girls that were there. I felt no pain but pure adrenalin rush. They kept chanting my name, they wanted me to finish him off, and so I gave them what they wanted. I ended up cornering him and worked his body for a few punches. Then I knock him out with a one two to the jaw. As I raised my fist in victory, all the yelling, screaming, and cheering washed over me like waves on the beach.

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As I was trying to snake my way through the crowds of people towards the bar for a much-needed drink, people were congratulating me and giving me money as a ‘tip.’ I had been the underdog and wasn’t expected to win because my opponent looked like he would kill me. So everyone who placed a bet for me to win had won a lot of money. As was the custom among gamblers, some were sharing the wealth.

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I had a great fight, made some money and made some new friends because of my great fight. When it was over, I felt as if I’d just had some great hot fucking sweaty sex. Which to be quite honest would have been a good way to end the night, with some sex that is. But it turned out that the hot girl from my gym was a lesbian. I don’t know why didn’t put two and two together before but she is so fucking hot I guess I was in denial.
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Anyways, that was my moment...

A Quirk of Fate-[E-07]-(blowjobs/sucking cock-swallowing-anal)-part-1 thur 2-of-2_

2010-10-03T15:01:00.000-07:00

A Quirk of Fate

Part-1-of-2

I was driving along highway-287 when I saw Butch’s car on the side of the road. Steam was coming from under the hood so it was obvious what had happened. I didn't see Butch and Shane until I was a little further along. I saw the two figures walking and figured it had to be them. I pulled along side and asked, “Having fun boys?”
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"My fucking car," was all Butch said.
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Shane looked at me and asked, "How about a ride into town?"
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"I don't know. You guys look like a couple of desperate characters to me. A girl could get herself into real trouble picking up the likes of you," I teased as I unlocked the doors to let them in. Butch slumped into the back and Shane climbed in front. "AAWW, don't look so glum. I'm sure it's not THAT bad," I assured Butch through the rear view mirror.
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"My car is fucked."
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"Yeah maybe it just needs some water." I tried to sound encouraging.
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"That's not all of it," Shane volunteered with a smirk on his face. I could tell when the guys got in they were already half lit.
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"Oh, really? What else are you two desperados up to?" I had a pretty good idea but I was in a good mood and wanted to mess with you a bit.
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"It doesn't matter," Butch moaned.
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"What? Is there anything I can help with?"
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"Not unless you want to give us a ride to Midlothian."
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"Why what's in Midlothian?"
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"We were supposed to meet up with a couple of older chicks over there," Shane filled in.
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"Oh I see. So you were looking to get some beer and get laid before the car blew up on ya, huh?" I chuckled. I was loving the predicament the guys were in.
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"Something like that," Butch grumbled.
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"Oh come on now. It's not all bad. I'm not going to take you back to Midlothian because I just came from there but I have no plans so you can hang out with me for a while. Fun, FUN!" I laughed.
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"What were you doing in Midlothian anyway?" Shane asked, trying to change the subject.
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"My luck was no better than yours,” I laughed. “I was supposed to meet someone over there but he had to work late so I am headed back to Arlington."
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"Oh really?" Butch asked, perking up some. "And just who were you supposed to be meeting?"
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"None of your business young man," I remarked trying to get out of the hot seat.
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"Getting some on the side are ya? What if we decide to tell hubby?"
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"You don't know what you are talking about," I tried to sound convincing.
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"Yeah right. I know what you were up to and I'm gonna tell your old man."
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Damn, I never thought about anything like this happening, when I picked them up. "Come on. A girl can have some fun now and again can't she? You don't need to tell him anything," I was almost pleading now. I had gotten myself into some real trouble here.
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I was turning off on 157 to head on into Arlington when Butch said, "Don’t worry, I won't tell him.” Then Butch smirked, “But it’ll cost you, right Mike?"
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"Yeah right," Shane agreed. I don't know if he knew what Butch was up to but he figured he might as well see where it was going. Anything else he had planned for tonight was shot to hell anyway.
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"Cost me? What is it going to cost me? I’m already giving you guys a ride back to Arlington. I could’ve let you walk the last 5-miles."
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"And we could have too so that don't count. We had beer lined up in Midlothian. Now you're gonna buy us some here."
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"I can't buy you beer. You're underage," I protested.
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"You've done it before. Besides if you don't, I'll rat you out to your old man."
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I thought it over for a minute. I guess that it wouldn't be so bad to get the guys some beer. Especially since I knew they wouldn't be drinking and driving. "Ok, I'll buy it but I have a condition of my own."
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"What?" you both asked at once.
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"We’re going to party together. All of us had other plans and they all fell through so let's commiserate."
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"I can deal with that. Where we going?”
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"My mom is visiting friends for the night and my little brother’s at a friend's house for the evening, so we can go to my place," Shane offered.
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"Fine, I'll drop you guys off, go get the beer and then be right back."
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"No way! We’re going with you. I don’t trust you. If you leave you won't come back."
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”Ok, so it was a pretty transparent plan but I thought you might fall for it. Can't blame a girl for trying," I laughed.
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We went through the store and got a case of cold beer. The drive back to Mike's was pretty quiet. When we got there he cranked some tunes and we all popped the top on a beer. We were just sitting around relaxing and drinking our beer when Shane piped up with, "So now what shall we do?"
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"I'm horny," Butch announced. "Let's watch some porn."
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"We can't watch porn," Shane practically shrieked nodding his head in my direction.
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"Mike," I said leaning over towards him, "I've seen porn before."
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"You don't think it would be too weird," he whined.
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"Not any weirder than sitting here getting drunk with me?"
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"Good point. But the only DVD player that I have is in my room," Shane sounded nervous.
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Butch jumped out of his chair and said, "Then lets go,” as he headed towards the bedroom.
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There was no need for further discussion so we followed Butch into Mike's room. Of course the only place to sit was on the bed so while Shane popped in a disc I took a seat in the middle. With one of the guys on each side of me, we watched for a little while. All 3-of us had been partying some before we hooked up so we were all 3-pretty well buzzed after a few more beers. The movie was like most porn so we were making crude comments and criticizing the actors through most of it.
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About half way through the movie Shane announced that he had to take a leak as he got up and walked towards the bathroom. The lights were off so we could see the TV better. When I went to reach over Butch to set my beer on the nightstand, I lost my balance and in trying to catch myself accidentally rubbed my hand across Butch’s crotch and noticed how hard he was.
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"I'm sorry," I stammered. To be honest I was impressed with the out line of it. When I tried to get back up when I felt Butch’s hands on my breasts. "What are you doing?" I asked as I turned to look at him.
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"You touched mine so I am touching yours," Butch announced matter-of-factly.
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"Listen here young man," I tried to protest.
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"You know you want it," he purred as he dropped his gaze to my chest and reached for my other breast.
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"That's beside the point. What about Mike?"
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"What about Mike?" you answered.
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"He'll be right back."
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"So," and before I could say anything else I was laying across Butch chest, his mouth fix greedily on mine. The verve and speed of his passion stunned me. His mouth was so demanding and his quick tongue so arousing that any objections I might have had were gone as I melted into the kiss. His hands were busy too, stroking my hair, skimming over my shoulders and breasts to find and exploit small, devastating points of pleasure. I was horny when I picked the guys up on the side of the road. Truth be known, in the back of my mind, I was thinking what fun it would be to get one of them in the sack. I could use a good hard fuck by some nice young thing. But I never really thought it would happen though.
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What the fuck?" Shane bellowed as he came back form the bathroom. "Dude, she's married!!"
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Butch broke the kiss and looked at him, "And I’m horny. What's your point?"
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"Man, that's Frank's mom," he further protested.
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"Well, I'm not gonna fuck Frank now am I?"
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"But. But," Shane was dumbfounded.
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A Quirk of Fate

Part-2-of-2

I had a brilliant idea. I got off the bed and walked over to Mike. I wrapped one arm around him and let my other hand fall to his crotch as I brought his face close to mine. "I won't tell if you don't,” I said as I pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. I'm a very good kisser so when I lowered my mouth to his every muscle in his body went lax. It was demanding, it was urgent, and it was devastating. As I held the kiss I tumbled him deeper and deeper, bombarding him with emotions that he was too young and inexperienced to have any defense against. "What do you say? This could be a lot of fun."
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Shocked, Shane looked over my shoulder to where Butch was still sitting on the bed. I couldn't see but I could hear the rustling and I guessed Butch was stroking his dick through the fabric of his pants. "Man, it will be awesome. No one has to know. It will be just the 3-of us," Butch said to convince him. Getting off the bed Butch walked over and unbuttoned my blouse and then arrogantly grabbed my breasts once again. "Or,” he smirked, “You can just watch. I’m going to get some either way."
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Self-consciously, Shane held me away from him for a moment to timidly look down at my bare chest. Reaching around me, Butch cupped my breasts and pointed my erect nipples toward his face. Shamefaced, Shane bent down and sucked a hard nipple in his mouth.

"I know you'd go for it,” sang out Butch, “Now let's get naked."
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It was only a matter of a few seconds and we all stood there without clothes. Again I was in the middle with one of them on each side sucking on my breasts. My fingers were running through Butch’s hair, as my moans got louder. Little did Butch know that I was already dripping wet between my legs.
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"I've read your stories so I know how you like to suck dicks," said Butch as he let my nipple slide from his lips. "Come over here and suck mine," he demanded as he sat up on the edge of the bed. Even though Butch was a friend of my son, Frank I was surprised that he knew that I was a writer, much less what I wrote about. Frank knows that I'm a writer, but I doubt very seriously if he even knows that my pseudonym is Dorothy Norwood or that I write porno. Butch being familiar enough with my work to know my preference for blowjobs was both flattering and curious.
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Eagerly I pried myself away from Shane and quickly got down on my knees between Butch’s out spread legs. His young dick was standing tall and proud as it jutted out of his clump of pubic hair and balls. It was over 7-inches and looked as big around as my wrist. It was throbbing from the rush of blood and the head was swollen up even bigger than his shaft, like a big mushroom sitting on the end of his dick. Reverently I reached out and let my fingers encircle it. Slowly I started moving my hand up and down the shaft of Butch’s hard dick, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the end of his dick. Every time I pulled his foreskin back I could see the big ridge flaring out like an Umbrella over his shaft and balls.

As if a mind of their own, my tongue sought out his balls. Sensuously I ran my tongue around each of his cum swollen balls, then for good measure I sucked them one at a time into my mouth before licking my way back up to the sensitive tip.
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"Oh FUCK YEAH!" Butch moaned as I swallowed him in one big gulp. As I was bobbing my mouth up and down his shaft, getting totally turned on by giving this teenage boy such pleasure, I heard Butch say over my shoulder, "Mike, man, this is unreal." It was so out of character that when I felt Butch’s fingers tenderly stroke my hair, I looked up at him. When our eyes met he almost whispered, “I’ve dreamed of have my dick in your mouth ever since I hit puberty.”

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"So is what I'm looking at," I heard Shane from right behind me. I soon felt his hands sliding across my ass and down between my legs. "She is sopping wet down here, dude."
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"Lick it. I want to know what she tastes like," Butch told him.
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I was kneeling down, so Shane lay on his back and slid his head between my legs. I was still fondling Butch’s balls, when I felt Mike’s tongue caress my thighs. As Butch’s hard cock bang against the back of my throat, I opened my legs wide and let him have all he wanted. As Shane continued to lick my pussy, I bobbed my head up and down on Butch’s cock. I used my tongue to press his hard meat against the roof of my mouth for a tighter feel.
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After a few seconds Shane came up for air saying, "This is the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. She's shaved! You gotta try it." He didn't wait for a reply before diving back in. My hips were bucking against his face as my mouth was devouring Butch’s cock. It was a race to see who would cum first. I thought it would be me until Mike's tongue left my pussy. Without warning I felt his cock slide between my sensitive lips and deep into my pussy with one full stroke. I would have screamed in passion had I not had Butch’s cock deep in my throat. My pussy walls constricted, milking him and taking me over the edge. I sucked Butch’s cock like a vacuum cleaner as I shivered through my orgasm. Before I was done Butch was holding my head and shooting a big load of his cum down my throat.
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When Butch shot his last drop he pulled free and exclaimed, "God Mike, you have GOT to let her suck your dick man. She is unreal."
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Shane took a few more strokes then pulled free, leaving me empty and wanting more. He climbed onto the bed as Butch slid over giving him his space. I wasted no time in licking his cock clean of my juices and swallowing his hard cock. It wasn't long before Shane was pumping his cum right behind where Butch’s had just gone. I swallowed his down and then sat back on my heels.
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"You guys still wanna go to Midlothian?" I asked teasingly as I crawled up next to Butch on the bed.
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"Hell, no," Shane replied. "But I do want another beer."
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"Grab one for us too," Butch called after him as he stepped off the bed and headed to the kitchen.
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The movie was still playing as we settled side by side on the bed. I snuggled close and reached out to play with Butch’s limp dick as we watched. "Let me have some of that smooth pussy Shane was bragging about," Butch ordered as he laid me back on the bed. I did as Butch wanted and opened my legs to allow him access. Butch climbed between my legs and dove right into my still quivering pussy. "MMMMM, Shane was right. This is good shit."
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My fingers found the back of Butch’s head and held him in place as his fingers slid into my wet tunnel. I was bucking against Butch’s face and he was sucking my clit and fingering my cunt when Shane came back in with our beer.
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"What a sight! Do you guys want a beer?"
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Butch came up only long enough to sneer at him, "Don't bother me man. Can't you see I'm eating?" When Butch dove back down, he doubled his efforts and had my ass rising off the bed in no time.
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When I finally came back to earth and Butch sat up to grab his beer, I looked over at Mike. He had his cock in hand, while he watched us. He was stroking it nice and slow as he enjoyed the live performance.
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I climbed past Butch and over to Mike's lap. Swinging my leg across his body and straddled his lap. Reaching my legs, I grasp his hard cock and placed the head against my lips. Then I slowly lowered myself down, impaling myself on his hard cock. When he was in me to the hilt I reached past him and grabbed my beer. After a few chugs I set the beer down and started rocking back and forth on his hard cock, riding Shane like a bucking bronco. The feel of his cock was sending thrills through my quaking pussy. Shane grabbed my hips and helped me bounce up and down, driving us both towards ecstasy. I locked Shane in a passionate French kiss just as another orgasm swept through my body.
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When I regained composure I looked over to see Butch’s cock raging up from his hairy crotch. "Looks like someone else needs attention."
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"But I'm not done yet," Shane protested.
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"It's ok, don’t worry" Butch assured him. "You just lie down on the bed and let her on top," he instructed Mike. I had a good idea of what he had in mind and was thrilled at the prospect.
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We wiggled into the positions that Butch laid out for us. Mike's cock was still planted firmly in my hot, wet pussy. I had my legs tucked under me putting my ass high in the air and open to Butch. I felt his hand on my cheek and his weight right behind me.
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"Now hold still until I tell you."
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I heard Butch spit into his hand and knew without looking that he was rubbing it across the head of his dick. It was a nice gesture, but totally unnecessary. All the cum that had oozed out of my pussy had run down the crack of my ass had made it nice and wet. I felt the head of his cock against my tight hole and tried to relax my sphincter to accommodate him. I’d never had a cock in both holes at once before. I wasn't sure I could do it but I was willing to try. Shane helped out by reaching around me and pulling my cheeks open wider. Then he thrust up with his hips, shoving me back against Butch’s invading tool.
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"OH MY GOD!" I screamed as Butch sank into me.
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"Are you ok?" they both asked with true concern.
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"Oh Fuck YES!" I growled. "Just give me a minute. I can't believe how full I am. God, this is UNREAL!" After a few minutes to get used to all that cock in my nether regions, I slowly started to grind back and forth between the two of them.
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"That's it baby," Butch wailed, “Fuck us both."
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It was the most incredible thing that I’d ever felt. I’d had cocks in my mouth and pussy before, but never in my ass and pussy both at the same time before. I could feel one slide out as the other one slid in. My mind was a blur. I was cumming almost constantly. I hoped no one was home upstairs because I was howling like a bitch in heat. I’m not sure who was fucking whom. I was rocking back and force between the two of them, moving at my own rhythm. My whole body was on fire. I couldn't get enough.
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Then I felt it. Shane tensed up first but then Butch was right behind him. Soon I felt both of them explode almost simultaneously. In their excitement they both tried to ram their cocks deep inside and I took them as best as I could. My pussy and ass were convulsing, cumming right along with them. The three of us howled banshees and bucked with ecstasy.
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When we were all exhausted we fell in a heap together on the bed. Arms, legs, and bodies were everywhere.
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Shane was the first to speak. "That was incredible." He opened his eyes and looked at me. "You aren't going to tell anyone are you?"
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"Who would I tell? This is just between the 3-of us," I assured him. "Besides if I told we wouldn't be able to do it again," I laughed as I untangled myself and got out of bed. As I reached for my clothes, one of them grabbed my arm and pulled me back down as Shane said, "Just where do you think you are going? We aren't done with you yet. These dicks aren’t going to suck themselves."
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Evidently "again" is sooner than I thought...

The end

Darla-[E-66]-(blowjobs-swallowing-missionary-voyeurism-facial)-part-1 thru 2-of-2

2010-10-01T07:13:00.000-07:00

Darla In The Wild
Part-1-of-2

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"No," I said as Darla tried to unzip my jeans.
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We’d been necking in the sun on a blanket outside our tent for 15-minutes and it was obvious how the situation was going to end up. But it was the middle of the afternoon, broad daylight. Even in the shelter of the tent, there were still other campers only 200-yards away. We had selected a spot quite out of the way, but even if they couldn't quite see us from their own sites, the main trail in and out of the rural campground swung near our site.
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"No?" pouted Darla.
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"Just not here," I grinned, "Come on," I said as I got up and started leading her to a place I'd spotted on our first day here when we went for a walk.
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About 50-yards from our tent, a barely visible path led into the trees that closed in for several yards before opening up into a small natural shelter. Under an arch of branches was an area perhaps five yards across, dappled sunlight falling on close growing grass on soft earth with an opening on the far side that looked out onto an upper part of the stream that ran beside the main campsite.
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"You saw this place too?" smiled Darla as she moved to the center of the space and turned toward me. I nodded, hungrily consuming her with my eyes.
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Darla was 19, a petite brunette with a wicked and sexy sense of humor. She was just under 5-feet tall but perfectly proportioned with great legs, a slim waist and firm 34B breasts. She had elfin looks and sparkling dark green eyes, and the most perfect pussy I have ever see. And it tasted as good as it looked, especially after I talked her into shaving her lips, though I could never get her to take it all off. She left a landing strip just above her slit for fear that because of her petite build, “I'll look like a little girl.”
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"Who's going to see you but me?" I'd asked.
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"Pervert," she'd laugh back at me.
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At the moment we stood in the shelter, we'd been going together for six months. Long enough to know how to please each other, short enough to still be horny as hell.
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Putting her arms round me, she gave me a hot open-mouthed kiss as she ground her hips against me. I groped her breasts through her tight tank top. She wasn't wearing a bra and didn't really need to even though she always did for work. I think she wore one at work because it helped cover the fact that her nipples were constantly erect as they were under my palm right now.
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I ran my hands down her body and onto her tight little ass, squeezing it through the fabric of her pink shorts. Then I slipped my hands into the waistband and inside her panties at the rear and felt her warm bare bottom.
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Darla was groping at my zipper again. She managed to get it down this time but I'd decided I couldn't wait any longer to get naked with her so I stepped back a little and whipped my shirt. Tossing it aside, I dropped to my knees in front of her and tugged her shorts and powder blue cotton panties down.
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I nuzzled her little dark patch of curly pubic hair and then flicked my tongue out and licked between her delicate pink lips. She was damply hot there and I knew soon she would be flowing wet.
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I drew her down to her knees then stood up, quickly unzipping my jeans and dropped them.
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"Mmmm," she murmured at the sight of my hard cock waving in her face and immediately took me into her mouth. Darla loved giving oral sex to men and always said, “I love it TOO much. If i could i would spend my life on my knees sucking on beautiful cocks.”
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Darla couldn't deep throat particularly well but she was superb with her tongue and had a special talent for swallowing cum. She could take the biggest explosion in her mouth and gulp down stream after stream of cum without losing her breath or spilling a drop. Then she'd come back up licking her lips and looking immensely pleased with herself.
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With a sigh, I let her suck and tongue me. As I stroked her soft shoulder-length hair, her mouth bobbed up and down on my cock and her hand caressed my balls.
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It was then I looked up and saw a guy in the red top. I don't think I jumped in surprise, at least Darla didn't notice if I did. But then the man was at least 100-yards away, walking diagonally towards us on the path beside the stream. I realized that if he continued the way he was heading, he'd stroll by about 20-yards away and probably not even see us concealed in the shelter of the trees. So I continued letting Darla suck my cock and watched as the guy walked past and out of sight.
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That was one of the attractions of sex outdoors, the risk of being seen by a passer-by. There’d already been a couple of occasions when people had happened by just after we'd finished having sex and just gotten dressed.
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The close call this time had me even more turned on so I pulled off my t-shirt and reached down and pulled off Darla's top, causing her to take her mouth off from my cock. As her arms slide free of her top, she fell back onto the grass and with legs parted and arms out she murmured, "Make love to me."
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Moving between her legs, I quickly mounted her. As I'd known it would be the lips of her sweet young pussy was pouting open and slick with her love juices, so my cock slipping easily into her. She let out a contented sigh as I slid my length into her and immediately began moving her hips in time to the rhythm I set up.
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Within seconds she was beginning to pant in my ear. "Oh, oh..." she gasped as her nails dug in my back and she started shuddering. As her orgasm coursed through her she bit her bottom lip as she often did to stifle her noises of pleasure.
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I knew I would cum quickly too but tried to hold off a little longer to prolong the pleasure. And as I momentarily looked up, I saw a glimpse of red behind the bushes at our heads. The man had seen us after all and hadn't passed by. Instead he'd made his way closer and was now watching us from only 6-yards away. I couldn't see him very well but I knew for sure he was there. I realized by the way his shadow shifted then stopped that he knew I'd just seen him too.

I stopped moving inside Darla and whispered, "We're being watched."

She stiffened beneath me and couldn't help craning her neck to try and see. "Where?" she asked.
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"Just over there." I motioned with my head.
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"Oh! Who is it?"
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I told her it was some guy walking by and she asked, “What do you think we should do?”
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I thought about it for a second. There wasn't a lot we could do. We were both there stark naked wrapped in each other’s arms. If it seemed embarrassing like that, it would have been even more so to grab our clothes and scuttle away. I figured if the guy had the nerve to stay there after he'd been spotted, we should brazen it out too.
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"We could..." I started.
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"Just carry on," said Darla finishing the sentence for me. “Let's carry on," she chuckled as she drew me close to her again and began moving again beneath me.
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I realized she was even more turned on than before. Her pussy was absolutely sopping wet. I slipped my hand under her ass and felt her juices running between her butt cheeks as it often did when she was at her most turned on. And she started bucking beneath me I continued pumping my cock in and out of her. I’d known from the first time I saw her long stride and rotating hips that Darla was a screamer.
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When she cummed this time, Darla made no effort to still her cries, moaning loudly and squirming beneath me and arching her hips to encourage my thrusting cock even deeper into her demanding pussy. My balls were wound up so tightly between my legs that that she realized that I was about to explode. Shaking her head from side to side, she moaned, "Oh god yes, yes, cum in me, cum in me!"

And I did, the orgasm started in my balls, then headed for my thighs and caused a funny kind of warmth in my lower abdomen. The muscles in my body took over for about ten glorious seconds and I no longer had any control. With a loud grunt a massive load of cum flew through my shaft and into her body. As I felt spurt after spurt of hot cum going into her, I kept pumping so that I would send it deep. Whimpering with delight, Darla bucked up against me, desperately thrusting her pussy up to meet my pounding cock. She had her head against my shoulder and just as she had started to gain a modicum of composure she must have felt my cum flooding her pussy, because she started screaming all over again. Her screams were even deeper this time as they racked out of her body in long sobs. I didn’t know if this was pleasure or pain I was giving her. Even if I had been causing her pain it wouldn’t have mattered to me during that minute of ecstasy. I couldn’t have controlled my ramming cock if I had tried.

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When I looked up after cumming, the guy was no longer actually trying to hide but was at least being discreet as he peered round the shrub. When I withdrew from Darla and stood up the man drew back behind the shrub. Darla kneeled up and looked in his direction. "Oh!" she said, as if a little surprised, almost as if she thought I'd been lying about a watcher. Then she got to her feet and stood boldly facing the voyeur for a few seconds. Then she retrieved her lower clothing and disentangled her panties from her shorts. Turning to face him again, she moped at her dripping pussy with the panties.

To be continued…

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Darla in the Wild

Part-2-of-2

As I was pulling on my jeans, Darla was stepping into her shorts. Picking it up off the ground, I handed Darla her top. She dropped her panties on the grass while she pulled her top on but when she bent down instead of picking them up she tossed her soiled underwear closer to the bush. "Have a souvenir!" she called sassily and we walked out of the trees and back to our camp.
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Just before the sundown that evening, while Darla was using the toilets up in the main camping area, I strolled back to the spot to see if her panties were still there. They were gone.

That night beside the campfire we talked about how exciting it had been and retired early to our tent to fuck again, but more slowly this time.
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The next morning I was walking back from the restroom when a guy sitting in a camp chair beside a RV looked up as I went past. "Thanks for the show," he smiled.
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I stopped in my tracks. "Pardon?"
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The man's expression changed to one of alarm. "Sorry," he said, "Perhaps I shouldn't have said anything."
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As I stared at him, I realized that it was the voyeur from yesterday. I'd never really got a good look at him yesterday so I hadn't recognized him on the way past before. The man was in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. As I stared at him he got increasingly nervous. "I said 'thanks for the show'. You know, you and your girl,” he stammered.
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"I know what you mean," I said firmly. I was finding myself annoyed that the anonymous voyeur of yesterday was now an actual person.
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"Sorry," he repeated.
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Then the cloud lifted on my mood and I shook my head and smiled wryly. "That's ok. Hope you had fun."
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He grinned back at me in relief. "I did. Unexpected. What about you?"
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"Sure," I replied.
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"Her too?"
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I nodded. "Must do it again sometime," I said and started to walk away.

It was only meant to be a joke but he stopped me in my tracks again when he replied, "How about this afternoon?"
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I turned back to him. He gave me a meek grin and shrugged. "You can't blame a guy for asking."
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I glanced across his site. There were signs of female habitation, so I hazarded a guess. "Where's your wife?" I asked.
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"Hiking," he replied. "Hate it myself. I don't mind a short stroll though. That was how I... you know."

I felt better that he was here with his wife, even if she was away all day. It made yesterday a happy accident. Better that than if he was some creepy dude who came camping by himself just to spy on people.
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"Better keep my girlfriend's panties well hidden," I said.
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He reddened. "I will. Thank her for me."
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"Yeah, right." I started to walk away.

"Same time and place?" he called after me.

I kept going but after a second glanced back and said, "We'll see."
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I didn't mention the conversation to Darla when I got back but when she brought up the subject of yesterday's adventure again a little later on, I told her what had happened. "He asked for a repeat performance," I said.

Darla's eyes widened. "Oh, what did you say?"
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"I didn't say anything," I lied.
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"Oh," she replied, sounding vaguely disappointed.
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"Would you like to?" I probed.

She grinned back at me. "It was hot, wasn't it?"
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I nodded.
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"But if you said no."
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"Actually I said 'we'll see'." Then I told her how he'd suggested the same time and place. So at the same time that afternoon we made our way to the same place.
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As I led us nervously into the shelter, I immediately spotted the guy sitting behind the same bush as yesterday. He straightened up as we stopped to the center of the grassy area but didn't try to emerge.

Darla stood beside me for a moment, looking towards the shape behind the bush. Then without any more hesitation, she pulled her top off, exposing her pert breasts with their hard nipples, and turned and embraced me. She crushed her mouth against mine, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and groped at my cock through my jeans. I was beginning to harden already.
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She stood back a moment, just long enough to drop her shorts and panties and kick them aside. Then dropping to her knees, Darla started trying to undo my belt. But she was nervous and her hands were shaking too much so after swiftly pulling off my t-shirt, I took over, undoing and dropping my jeans. My rock hard cock sprang free and bobbed in her face. Giggling nervously, Darla began kissing my cock and running his tongue up and down the full length of it before eventually taking it in his mouth. As she gave me head as she’d done the day before, I looked past her and saw the man craning his neck for a better view between the branches, less concerned today about keeping himself hidden. Knowing she was being watched, Darla was really going to town on the head job, sucking at my cock before licking along the shaft and sucking gently at my balls, then going back to gobbling on my hard length, trying to get as much in her mouth as she could.
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After a delightful couple of minutes, I eased Darla back onto the grass and parted her legs. I thought for a second about going down on her but I wanted to keep our audience in view. Darla didn't need any priming anyway, her pussy was pouting open and her inner lips were glistening with her wetness. Her clit was hard and prominent and it hadn't even been touched yet. Rather than just mounting her missionary style, I kneeled between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock up and down between her engorged lips. They parted slickly and a drop of her juice ran between her butt cheeks, sparkling in a shaft of sunlight through the branches overhead.
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Still kneeling up, I eased my aching shaft into her wet pussy. She moaned loudly and ran her hands over her breasts.
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She saw me glancing up towards the bush, 6-yards away where the guy had given up hiding and was now crouching in the open to one side. Darla craned her head back and surprised me when she spoke, "You can come closer if you’d like."

The man stood and took a few paces forward but stopped a relatively discreet six feet away. Darla didn't need to crane her neck to see him now. "Hi!" she said, looking at him upside down. He was already flushed but he reddened even deeper, and said nothing.
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I could see now that he also had an erection tenting the front of his canvas walking shorts.
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Still kneeling I was holding Darla’s legs apart at the knees so she was as exposed to view as she could be. When I started slowly pumping my cock in and out of Darla's pussy, without ever taking her eyes off the man, she ran her hands sensuously over her breasts.
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Keeping his distance, our watcher moved around us. Seemingly aware of my caution or perhaps not wanting me to block his view of Darla, he was careful not to go behind my back.
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From time to time he rubbed and squeezed the bulge in the front of his pants. But when Darla cummed noisily as I flicked my thumb across her clit while still pumping faster in and out of her, the man’s hand hovered near his zipper, as he looked at me with an expression of desperation on his face.
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Taking pity, I said, "Go ahead, but keep your distance."

He had his zipper down in a split second and whipped out a hard cock. It was thick but stubby so it almost disappeared in his fist as he started stroking at it. With his hand in constant motion, he went back to walking around us, and staring open mouthed and slack jawed as I continued fucking Darla from my kneeling position. When I took her right hand and drew it down to her pubic mound, Darla smiled at me and started masturbating herself, her fingertips moving in tight little circles over her budlike clit. Her gaze went back to the man, flickering between his eyes watching her and his hand pulling on his cock. It was almost as if she was as much the voyeur as he was.
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Finally, she began to make little catching sounds in the back of her throat as her orgasm approached. Looking him in the face, she held on as long as she could. Then she threw her head back and moaned loudly “Oh god yes, … Fuck me…. Fuck me… That’s right baby…Fuck me…” I complied by fucking her just as hard and as long as I could. “That’s it… oh god yes …don’t you quit…don’t you stop… ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh gggggggggaaaaawwwwwwwwwwddddddddddddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She began to scream beneath me again and moved up to muffle the sobs against my shoulder. She finally ending up by giving my naked flesh little love bites as her body began to spasm uncontrollably underneath mine as her orgasm, spurred on by my violent thrusts shuddered and shook through her body,

I don’t know how long or loud Darla must have screamed, but it was a good thing no one but our watcher was close enough to hear her. Darla was one of those types of women that scream almost as if they are in pain as they reach climax, and was very vocal about it.

As Darla subsided, I was right at the edge myself, perhaps two or three thrusts from exploding inside her. But at the last second I pulled out, grasping my pussy-slicked cock and administering the final strokes by hand. I spurted an immense splashing first stream directly at her gaping pussy followed by an equally large second jet of cum that laid a line from her belly all the way up to her throat.

Steadying myself against her bent knee, I wildly shot two more streams up across her body, one of them splashing the underside of her left breast and the other falling across her stomach, before grunting a final couple of dribbles over her neatly trimmed and already cum-caked pubic tuft.
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Recovering sufficiently to look to the side where I'd last been aware of the watcher, I saw him turned half away from us but still watching avidly while jacking away frantically and apparently about to cum himself.
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I almost jumped when Darla, who was also watching him, suddenly called out, "No, stop!"

When she looked from the man, who had frozen unsteadily at the edge of blowing his load across the grass, to me, there was no doubt what the question was in her eyes as she searched my face. I nodded back at her and she turned back to the man. "Do it on me!" she said breathlessly. He didn't need any further encouragement. He immediately shuffled over and stood over her as he concluded what he was so desperate to do.
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His face was bright red and his knees suddenly trembled as he commenced cumming over my girlfriend.
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He grunted loudly with each jet of cum spewing from his stubby cock. Looking down at her, he directed the salty streams onto her. His first shot missed her completely, squirting past her onto the grass, but his wild hosing action caused most of the rest splashed at least in part upon her skin.

Darla watched enthralled as the man started to cum. She was wide-eyed and open mouthed until his second blast spattered across her cheek, mouth and hair and then she screwed her eyes tight shut and closed her mouth, involuntarily licking her lips nonetheless at the wetness upon them. And just in time too, because the man's next grunt sent a splash of cum over her forehead, eyes and nose.
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When he finally finished, staggering a few paces away and slumping to the glass, cock still in hand, Darla was covered in cum.
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From the lower half of her body, where I had deposited the larger part of my load, to her face and breasts where it seemed the man was mostly trying to aim, there were lines and runnels and pools of sticky white fluid. Cum glistened on her breasts, slowly running down the side of her body, and on her flat stomach, where some had pooled in her belly button and all over her pussy. Her face and hair especially was covered with the man's cum. a big gob of it filled one of her tightly closed eyes until she turned her head sideways and it ran down over her ear like a thick sticky tear.

She raised a hand and wiped across her mouth, appearing reluctant to taste the stranger's cum any more than she already had. Then she used her knuckles to wipe it from her eyes like a tired child. When her eyelids fluttered tentatively open, her lashes were still heavy with cum.
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"Wow!" she gasped, looking at me then over at the man. He was sitting on the grass looking back at us, his quickly softening cock still poking out of his shorts.
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"Thank you," he said. "I didn't expect that."
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Darla grinned at him and then sat up and surveyed herself. "Wow," she said again.
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She got uncertainly to her feet and stood facing me for a moment, sticky hands splayed and slightly out from her body. Cum dripped off her chin and oozed down her wet chest. The pool of cum in her bellybutton spilled out and oozed down her body into her soaked pubic hair and then dribbled on down the inside of one leg.
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Darla turned and faced the man, letting him gaze one last time at her cum coated full frontal nakedness. After a few seconds in which I saw his eyes flicking rapidly up and down, drinking in the obscene sight of Darla’s petite body lathered in his cum and mine, she turned back to me. "I think I need a shower," she said.

She bent down and grabbed her white cotton panties, wiping them deftly between her legs then across her breasts and stomach. A second later they were a sodden ball of fabric and she'd hardly seemed to have wiped that much cum off her, our cum was that extensive.
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She dropped the soaked panties on the grass and I tossed her my t-shirt so she could wipe her face and try to wipe some of the gobs of the man's cum out of her dark hair.
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While I pulled on my jeans, Darla finished wiping herself down as best she could and then pulled her shorts and top back on. All the while, the man sat on the grass, watching us.
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When we were both dressed, Darla put her arms round me and kissed me, then turned back to look at the man with her arm round my waist, as if to say to him, "You can look, you might even have cummed all over me, but I only let him touch me."
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"Shall we go?" she said to me.

"Ok."
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Turning, we started walking out of the shelter, leaving the man sitting on the grass buttoning up his shorts at last. Just before slipping into the trees, we stopped when he called out, “Hey, you forgot your..." he said, pointing at Darla's cum-soaked panties balled up on the ground.
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"You can have them too," Darla replied.
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As we walked away we heard the man call out, “Thanks again!”
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Back in our tent, Darla went through her gear and hauled out her toilet bag, a towel and clean clothing, ready for a trip to the showers. She held up a fresh pair of panties. "Yellow next, I think," she smiled. "You know, this camping trip is costing me a fortune in underwear..."

The end…

crazy sex story-[I-22]—...general...-(blowjobs-swallowing)-part-1-of-1_general erotica

2010-09-12T22:32:00.000-07:00

Crazy Sex story

Part-1-of-1

Well, I guess its what I get for getting married at the age of 26. I've come to the conclusion that my wife, Amber and I are sexually incompatible, and I'm only 27.

Allow me to explain. Amber and I met in college and dated for 5-years. The sex was good at first, not great, but good. You know, the typical getting to know you sex that is fun with pretty much anyone. As time went on, things started to slow down and after we were engaged, things really started to slow down. Now after the marriage, things have pretty well stopped. I'm so fucking wound up I don't know what to do. I'm like a dog looking for someone’s leg to hump.
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Sexually, I'm a freak. I want to do it all. I love threesomes, foursomes, orgies, strap ons, toys, hell I'm even bi curious. Porn, crazy positions, sex in public, sex in offices, face sitting, sign me the hell up. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to let someone pee or shit on me but you get the idea that I'm not exactly a prude. I've discussed these things with my wife, Amber only to get the whole, "eh, doesn't sound interesting."
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I'm sure they would say the opposite, but why can’t women really love sex the way we men do? Yeah, I know, some women do, but only a small percentage, fact is, men are never more than a couple seconds away from thinking about women’s breasts, pussies, ass, or mouth.

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Women, on the other hand are thinking about how much money this pig is gonna make this year and if he doesn’t do better than last year I’ll divorce him, kidnap his kids and brainwash them against their father, rob him oaf everything he has made so far and half of his future. Tell all his old friends how bizarre and fucked up you have become.

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I just wanna find a gal who has some original thoughts, loves to laugh, and loves to orgasm, whether she’s wearing a little nightgown or nothing, or even in a cocktail dress, nylons and high heels can still manage to rub one out with me in the coat room.

Now, my wife, Amber has the fucking life. I cook, clean, do the laundry, work my ass off at my job, and after work bust my ass in the gym to keep my body looking good. I ‘man-scape’ the hair on my crotch and take very good care of my body, no fast food, no soda, and if I drink, its only on occasion. I hate to watch sports but love to play them, not sit on the couch and watch TV all day, so, I don't think it is me in that department.
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So, I ask myself, "Maybe I suck at sex." Then I think back to some of my past partners (15-if you care to know). About 5-of them really stand out as amazing sex. I mean dirty talking, porn star sex that lasts for hours. With my wife, she cums one time and that is it! What the fuck! My past sexual hookups have been able to cum at least 7 to 8-times and that was on an off night. So, I don't think it is me in that department either.

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I compliment her, support her, buy her things and spend time with her. I've bought lingerie for her to try and spice things up. Nothing, nada, zip! I don't think she’s cheating or anything like that. I just want to know what the hell is going on! Are we so sexually incompatible that I'm doomed to a complete lack of sex until the day I die? They’re going to have to throw me in the fucking loony bin.

Oh, one other thing. My wife and I get along very well. We don't fight and rarely do we argue. We are best friends it is just that we are lacking BIG TIME in the sex department. HELP!
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Not liking the single life, the ink wasn’t even dry on our divorce decree before Amber immediately re-married.

The phone rang.
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Again.

It was Amber. She’d called me 4-times that night already. Even though she was slurring badly I recognized her voice instantly. I knew what she was calling to tell me, because she'd already done so 4-times that night, but I adored her so I acted like this was her first call of the night, just like I had the previous calls.
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"Yes, I know you love me. Where are you sweetheart?" I paused my video game, cracked open my next beer and prepared myself to have this conversation all over again.
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"I'm driving to your house, I need to talk to you. I'm not pregnant. I took 2-tests."
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"I know, that's good news though right?"
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"It's good news but I'm still sad."
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"Well, we can talk about that when you get here, just watch where you’re driving and be careful."
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"I'm fine, stop worrying."
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"You're drunk and all fucked up on XENIX and weed and you have no business driving so don't fucking tell me not to worry." She hated it when I'd preach at her.

"If I wanted another Dad I'd fucking still be talking to mine, and if I wanted another fucking husband I'd be at home with him so just shut the fuck up and stop harping at me!"
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I hung up.
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Grand Theft Auto was not the easiest video game in the world and now that I was semi-sure that Amber was on her way I just couldn't seem to concentrate on the game that I'd been so wrapped up in before the phone rang. So I shut it off and rolled another joint and kicked back in my lay-z-boy recliner chair. As I smoked it, I sat and thought about Amber, and the night that was in store for me. Morosely I just sat in the dark room and reflected for a while on how my sweet innocent ex-wife could have turned into such a slut and a drug addict.

I smoked the joint, drank a couple of beers, and simply reflected on the strange relationship that I was having with Amber since our divorce. Amber was, and always will be, The Love of My Life. Looking at her was like looking at a mirror. She was a beautiful mess, I was a horrible mess, and we shared one common philosophy; that we were going to do whatever we wanted ‘cuz’ life was too short, and to hell with the consequences. And what we wanted was each other, each other and oceans of booze and in her case, dope and pills. And now that we were divorce, hours and hours of filthy sex.
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The doorbell signaled her arrival and I staggered to the front door to find my Goddess leaning heavily against the doorframe. She was wasted and leering hornily at me like the she-demon that had first entranced me some 10-years before. Her dirty blonde hair was tangled and fell around her shoulders in a wonderful mess, and when her droopy blood-shot eyes found mine I fell in love with her all over again, for the hundred-and-first time.

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In no time flat I'd scooped her tiny frame up into my arms and slammed her hard into my hallway wall. Before she could speak a word I'd pinned her against that hall, yanked a fistful of her hair, and bit her neck until I was about to taste blood.

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She struggled against me, she always did at first, can't have the husband seeing those bite marks after all, but the struggle was only a calculated distraction so that I could tear the slutty hot pants off of her, right over her slutty boots, and toss them over my shoulder to land forgotten on the hallway floor. There in my hallway I climbed on top of her in a mad race to rut like a sex crazed jackal. She bit me hard on the shoulder while I positioned my self over her.
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Then she suddenly started to struggle as she squirmed out from under me and scrambled to her feet, racing right down the hall towards the bathroom, stumbling and bouncing off the hallway wall along the way. It was all I could do to hope that my Goddess wouldn't break her fucking leg drunk sprinting to my bathroom.

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I followed Amber, and found her in the midst of the sexiest fucking activity I'd ever seen. Naked from the waste down except for her big black boots she was puking God knows how many anti-depressants into my toilet. She was far too trashed to even care about her hair, and some of it dangled down into the toilet water while she retched forcefully.

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Without missing a beat, I moved up behind her and fucked her, vigorously and forcefully enough to probably warrant a sexual assault charge. From there we moved to my bedroom and I ravaged her for over an hour.
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After wards as we lay there gasping for breath, we realized that we were both hungry. Chicago Joe's was her idea. I'd have been perfectly happy staying at my apartment, but Amber wanted to go out. She hadn't eaten in some time and all I'd had to eat that day was a couple of pot-laced brownies. I'd been drinking heavily since about 9-o' clock that morning so eating anything held zero appeal for me. To prepare myself for the trip I'd pulled a frosty bottle of Jack Daniels from my freezer and chugged about 4-big mouthfuls without stopping for a breath. When I finally stopped and put the bottle back Amber was standing right behind me with a shocked look painted onto her pretty face.
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"Oh my fucking god that is disgusting," she slurred at me as I turned to face her.
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"Yeah, I know."
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"Are you ever gonna slow down?"
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"Well, I'll die at some point, that'll slow me down."
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"Just slow down tonight, OK? No more booze until we're back from dinner. You’re already fucking trashed and we haven't even left yet." This from a girl that was so screwed up on pills that she had to lean on my kitchen counter in order to reprimand me for my drinking. She was right, of course, I was fucking trashed but I could function. She was so fucked up on pills that every word seemed like a huge effort and I figured that since she was driving us to Chicago Joe's we'd most likely either wind up in the emergency room or jail.
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"I'll stop drinking tonight if you’ll promise me that you won't take any more fucking pills."
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"I won't."
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"Then we have a deal." I kissed her knowing full well that our ‘deal’ was as long lived as our common sense.
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Surprisingly enough, we made the trip to Chicago Joe’s without incident. Once we found our table and ordered appetizers (and my stupid diet Coke) it took her about 5-minutes to ask where the bathroom was.
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"It's around that corner, you can leave your purse here. I'll watch it while you're gone."
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She didn't like the sound of that one bit. "I'll just take it, I have my make-up in it so I'll need it." She was always so natural when she was full of shit. God dammit I loved that about her.
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"Well, why don't you just leave your pills here with me? If I'm gonna sit here and drink diet Coke then you can go without eating some pills for 10-minutes."
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"I don't have anymore pills!" She assured me with a straight face.
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"Sweetheart, listen to me. We’re both fucking wasted, but I can drink all night long and I won't ‘fucking’ die. But if you keep eating pills, you could die."
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"Shut the fuck up,” and with those sweet words my Lover stumbled off to the bathroom, with her purse.
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As soon as she was out of sight I bolted up to the bar with my diet Coke. "Hey!" I urgently flagged the bartender. "I need a glass of Jack Daniels and spike this shit too."
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With one hand I poured about half the diet soda down the bar's sink while I quickly downed the glass of whiskey with the other. The bartender filled the half-empty diet soda glass with booze, and I managed to make it back to the table about 3-minutes before Amber returned.
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Three A.M. came far too soon, as it always did with us. From the moment we’d re-connected after our divorce, we'd tick away the countdown until we had to say Goodnight, and our Goodnights lasted almost as long as our marathon fuck sessions did. As usual, we were clenched together tightly and dreading the instant that we'd have to snap away from our Dream lives and deal with the real World.
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For me it was always both terribly easy and horribly frustrating. All I had to do was let go and carry on with my Lunacy.

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Amber on the other hand had to put on her Game Face and do the Family Thing.
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Often as I replay our nights together, I remind myself that regret is for nerds, remorse is for losers, and at some point in our lives we have to acknowledge and accept who we are. Me, I’m an alcoholic but Amber is a truly horrible person. The majority of her words are outright lies, her promises are paper-thin, and she is almost as reliable as the weather. The worse thing that ever happened to her present husband and me was when we married her.

As I watched Amber walk to her car, I thought how intoxicating her kisses were, how hypnotic her touch was, and truly alive she was when she laughed. Amber is a truly wonderful person.
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The end…

curtis-[E-16]--general-part-1 thru 5-of-5

2010-09-12T06:41:00.000-07:00

Curtis

Part-1-of-5

We meet

I first met Curtis when I was 16 and was out with a friend at a club in Harker Heights called Cody's. It was a Country and western club, but also played a mixture of music. My friends were always older than me and thought I was cool so they usually took me out with them whenever I could go. This particular night it was just Donna and I. I had a fake ID and even though I was only 16, I was able to pass for 18 and get in.

When I was out with Donna, she always made sure that I could drink. We would have a couple of drinks while we were getting ready at her house, so usually I already had a little buzz by the time we would arrive at the club. As soon as we’d get to the club, Donna would buy a drink and headed for the bathroom. I would be waiting for her in a stall to down whatever she brought me. We also would drink on our way out.

Donna was 8-years older than me and divorced with 2 kids. We met because I used to baby-sit her nephews and then when she moved to town, her kids. We really hit it off and became fast friends. Since she was new in town and didn’t know anyone her own ago so we started doing things together. We always had fun together with or without her kids, so even though there was an age difference we kept socializing together.

This particular night there was a guy at the bar that I had seen before but never talked to. He was about 6-feet tall, 180, blue eyes, blonde hair and had the best looking butt that I’ d ever seen in a pair of wranglers, not to mention his cowboy hat and mustache. One look and I decided that this was the night that I was going to approach him and ask him to dance.

And, with alcohol feeding my bravery I did just that. When I walked up to him he was casually leaning against the bar by himself sipping his beer. Walking up to him I said, "Hey...you ‘wanna’ dance?" With a smiled, he placed his beer on the bar, grabbed my hand, and without saying a word led me towards the dance floor. When we stepped out onto the dance floor, it was like we had been dancing together for years. The whole time he said nothing and I'm thinking, “OK, he can dance but he needs help with his people skills.” Finally the song ended and he leaded me off the dance floor and back to his little spot at the bar. Then he tells me thanks and proceeds to pick up his beer and continue to drink.

Feeling ignored, I walked off thinking, “Boy what an ass.” Returning to the opposite end of the bar where Donna was sitting, I tell her what a jerk he was. Donna just laughed, the laugh of someone who knew. You see she’d been in an abusive relationship so she trusted no one. She thought all guys were jerks, but just couldn't live without them.

As we sat there talking she would let me know when he was looking at me from across the bar, or when he was dancing with someone else. But I was so angry that I never let myself look his direction. If he wanted to dance with me again then he would have to make the first move.

And finally he did. It was around midnight when Donna informed me that the Jerk was on his way over. I made sure that we were talking about something when Curtis finally stopped beside me. He stood there for a few minutes, then smiled at Donna and introduced himself to her. When she held out her hand he bent over and kissed it. She had gotten more from him just sitting there than I did while dancing.

He finally laughed and asked me if I was going to sulk all night or if I was going to dance again with him. I turned to give him a piece of my mind but when looked up into his eyes and couldn't resist, I decided to dance.

For the rest of the night we danced and talked, completely ignoring Donna. But, thank goodness, she’d found someone to dance with, so she didn't mind.

Curtis knew that I was young, but almost choked on his beer when I told him the truth that I was only 16. You see he was 34, and he just couldn't get over the fact that I was only 16. He referred to me as ‘jail-bait’ and said, “That settled things. We may be able to be friends but no more.” we could be friends and dance, but we could never see or do anything together outside the club.

He also told me that he lived with someone and was usually faithful to her. He was there alone because they were just different. She didn't enjoy the bar scene but didn't mind if he went. She understood that he loved to dance and since she thought that was all he was doing, she had no problem with it. I was disappointed, but understood his position. Understood perhaps but didn’t accept. So began my quest to make him forget that we could be nothing more than friends.

A month later, Donna and I drove to Curtis's place of employment and I left a rubber duck on his truck with a note that said, “I’m thinking of you.“ Well, what I didn't bargain on was Nan, his girlfriend being with him. Later he told me about her athletic fete of jumping across the hood to take the note from his windshield, before he could reach it. Curtis said that it really was a funny sight to see, a grown woman in heels and a formal dress jumping across his hood. He said that he tried not to laugh, so as not to excite her any more than I had already done.

After that I became "Ducky", thanks to Nan.

Curtis and I continued to play this game of cat and mouse for the next several months. When I was at the club we would always dance, and I was always trying to cop a feel, sometimes with success and sometimes not. During our many conversations I found out that he had a weakness for Red, as in panties, bras and lingerie. So to give me something new to fight with, I went out and bought a red lace camisole with matching panties.

So the first weekend after I made my purchase I wore them to the club and was fully prepared to use it against him...literally.

Donna and I laughed while we were getting ready to go out. She knew what I was trying to do and thought I was crazy to be so determined to get him. She agreed that he was good looking, but she thought I could have more success looking elsewhere. But despite what Donna said I wasn't giving up without a fight.

At first when we got to the club I didn't spot him and was feeling disappointed because I wore my pretty new red lingerie for nothing. Then I felt someone walk up behind me and lean down to whisper something in my ear. And that is when he saw what I was wearing. Instead of saying whatever it was that he intended say, he uttered some curse, then turned abruptly and strode away with out saying a word.

His actions were so confusing that at first I didn't know whether to follow or just wait for him to calm down. From his reaction I thought he was pissed. Finally, I thought what the Hell and walked up to the bar, straight to where he was sitting. The way that he was sitting on the stool with his legs slightly parted, was all the invitation that I needed. I walked right between his open legs and pressed myself against him.

The first words out of his mouth were to ask, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” With a laugh, I told him that, “I was thinking of you when I bought it.” I had it on under a blue western shirt that I had unbuttoned halfway down. When I caught him sneaking another peek, I told him that, “I also have matching panties, but since I didn't wear panties under my jeans, they were still at home.” When Curtis groaned, I laughed. It was then that I knew that sooner or later Curtis would be mine.

That night we danced only with each other and rubbed and felt each other all we could out on the dance floor. I even got a goodnight kiss.

Time progress and Curtis and I have now known each other for 7-months. I have even met Nan and spent the night at their house. Which since I considered myself the other woman was really strange.

Curtis was the technical director at a civic center and was responsible for lining up workers when productions came to town. One night he asked Donna and me if we wanted to earn some extra money, doing something totally different and fun. We both laughed and said, “Sure, why not?” Curtis told us that we would be working really hard and with a lot of other people. It would be a long day, but fun in the end.

He said that because we would be working on Friday night before the Saturday night production and it would be late when we finished that we could stay at his house so we could get a little more sleep before we had to be there Saturday morning. I was excited but apprehensive until he said that Nan told him to ask us. During this whole time I would call him occasionally to see if he was going dancing and usually Nan would answer the phone. She knew how old I was, so thought because of my age she didn't have anything to worry about between us. She felt safe that Curtis and I were just friends.

Curtis was right; we’d never worked as hard as we did those two days. But he was also right; it was a lot of fun. I’d never been to a live production like that, much less help set one up and then break it back down.

The night at his house was uneventful. We all ate together and then took turns taking showers. While Nan was in their bathroom in their bedroom, I headed toward the guest bathroom in the hall. When I caught a glimpse of Curtis watching me from his bedroom, I just smiled sweetly as I stepped in and shut the door.

Another couple of months passed and I was getting bolder and bolder. A couple of times I just came right out and told him that he might as well take me home because sooner or later it was going to happen. All I got in response was a laugh. We continued to dance and talk each time we were both at the club and I continued to call him.

One day while we were on the phone he started laughing and I asked him what was going on. He said that Nan had just come out of the bathroom in her rob and flashed him. I too laughed because she was trying desperately to distract him from his conversation with me. Before we hung up I told him that I had a new red lace bra and that I would have it on later that night at the club. He groaned when I told him that if he were a good boy I would let him see it.

That night at the club when he was sneaking peeks at my new bra, I felt things started to shift between us. I could see and feel his wall crumbling. And when it finally did come tumbling down I was going to be there ready to take full advantage of it. And it did just that a few months later.

Curtis

Part-2-of-5

My birthday

For my 17th birthday Donna was taking me out to celebrate. I told my parents that I was spending the weekend at her house. They knew that I babysat for her and they liked her they had no objections.

That night I told Donna that this was the night; I was going to get Curtis to take me home with him. I had talked to him earlier in the week and knew that Nan was going to be out of town on business and wouldn't be back until sometime the next week. I also had set it up for him to be out there by telling him that a celebration wouldn't be the same without someone to dance with.

I took extra time getting ready and made sure that I wore the red lace see thru camisole, a new purchase for myself, under my shirt, and that my shirt was unbuttoned far enough so that Curtis could catch a glimpse of it. I always got ready at Donna’s house. I would shower at my house and then take my clothes and makeup to her house to do my hair, makeup and get dressed. It was just we girls and we were comfortable enough with each other that I was usually only in bra and shorts. Donna was very small breasted and usually didn't wear a bra so for the most part she would get ready just wearing panties. I hated wearing panties under my jeans, so when I’d get dress I’d always pull my shorts off and pull my jeans on over my naked body We drank and laughed the whole time that we were getting ready about what I was going to do and she said that she would help all she could.

When Donna and I got to the bar around 9:00, I already had a buzz going from all the drinking that we did getting ready and on our way to the bar. When we walked in, Curtis was at his usual spot at the bar and not surprising there was a girl standing next to him talking to him. That I did not like so I walked straight to him, boldly slid between his legs and kissed him. Then I looked at the girl and said, “Hi.” She looks me over, said, “hello.” Then turned and walked away. With a laugh Curtis asked, “What the hall was that for?”

“Because, for tonight,” I answered, “You’re mine and no one is going to dance with you but me.’ He laughed as he took my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. We danced the next set without taking a break and worked up a pretty good sweat. Donna had requested a really slow song and dedicated it to me for my birthday, which everyone thought was my 19^th, according to my fake ID.

At the end of that song Curtis again took my hand and led me back to his bar stool and pulled me between his legs and kissed me. But this time a really kiss, and then said, "I'm in trouble, but I think you already knew that, didn't you"? I just smiled and unbuttoned my shirt one more button until I was sure that I had his full attention. When in frustration, he mumbled some curse under his breath, I laughed.

As the night went on I asked him if he had any plans for the next day. He said, “ no, why are you asking?” I just smiled and again said nothing.

At the end of the night as he was walking me out to Donna's car, which I made sure was parked next to his truck, I told him, “You might as well face it, you’re taking me home with him.” He tried to mount a good defense about why he couldn't but I told him, “Think of all the reasons that you want why you can’t take me home. It won’t do you any good, you’re taking me anyway.” He laughed and when we got to Donna's car instead of opening her door, he opened his truck door and told me to, “Get in.”

When Donna quit laughing, Curtis told her that he would bring me back to her house later. I told her not to worry that it wouldn’t be until morning. As we drove out of the parking lot Curtis said, “This has to be the stupidest thing that I’ve ever done.” And then he made me show him my real drivers license. He just wanted to be sure that I still wasn’t lying about my age.

As we drove from Harker Heights to Temple we talked about nothing and everything. He told me that he had been married before and that was enough, he would never marry again. He told me also that Nan understood that and gave him his freedom and that he loved her for that. He said that he had only been unfaithful to her once before. He must have been feeling guilty because he told me that since she wasn’t pressuring him to marry she deserved better and that he’d vowed that it would never happen again. As he was talking I was casually rubbing his leg and the inside of his thigh. As he pushed my hand away, he told me, “You’d better quit or we might not make it to my house.”

When we pulled into his driveway Curtis asked me, “Are you sure? It’s not too late to change my mind>“ I let him know how sure I was and that this is what I wanted by kissing him. We got out of the pickup, walked up the steps, and he unlocked the door. He bolted the door behind us, and we walked into the kitchen. He nervously got himself a drink of water and then asked me if I needed anything.

Here was my chance, I boldly looked him in the eye and said "Only you naked and in me.” I thought he was going to choke on his water. Once he got his breath, Curtis said that there was no need to hurry or rush, we had all night. And since this would be the only night, he was going to take his time and do it right. After putting his glass in the sink, Curtis walked over, took my hand and led me down the hall to the bedroom.

Curtis led me straight to the bed and he began to slowly undress me. When he had my blouse off and my jeans down to my thighs, Curtis me back onto his bed and removed my boots. Even though I usually didn't like to wear them with jeans, that night I wore my new red panties. Once I was naked except for the red camisole and mew panties, Curtis lay down beside me on the bed beside me. He was so close that I almost lost it. Then his arms snaked around my neck and held his strong body against mine. Then he slowly kissed me. When he kissed me again it was on my eyelids instead of my lips. Then he sensuously worked his way down my body, to my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He ran his hands sensuously up my slim frame and cupped my breasts and gently squeezed them as he continued to suck my energized nipples.

I pulled him closer and told him to suck harder. He was happy to comply and at the same time he placed his hand on my crotch and teased my clit with his finger.

I finally broke free of his embrace I literally ripped his shirt off. After I got his boots 0ff, I tried to unbuckle his belt. He finally started laughing and began to help. I told him that if he didn't shut up and fuck me right now that I might go crazy. He said that he thought that I already was.

After his underwear was off I noticed that he looked different. He told me that he wasn't circumcised. I’d never been with someone uncut before. He said that it just made him more sensitive to touch. Naturally I just had to find out for myself. I leaned down and flicked its little pee hole slit with my tongue. I guess his cock was a ‘grower’ instead of a ‘shower’, because it was rapidly growing in size. Then I pulled his foreskin back and ran my tongue around the base of its head where it joined the shaft. As I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, I noticed that it had huge rope like veins running up and down it’s length. When I moved up and put it into my mouth all he could do was groan.

Pulling me away from his cock, he playfully takes off my red panties. Now my love mound is staring at him in all its naked glory. He fingers me a little bit. Then he stuck his tongue into my snatch to remind me how he got me soaking wet the last time. Now it was him that became impatient with me. The next thing I knew he flipped me over, I was on my back, legs parted, him between them. Grabbing me firmly by the hips, he rears back and drills her pussy. I’m so wet that almost immediately he’s hitting deep inside me. I feel him mount higher on my ass and really start to fuck me. As he’s roughly stroking in and out of me, he moans that he just couldn't wait any longer. Then there was no more talking just the in and out motion as I met him stroke for stroke. Then he grinds against my naked ass as he cums deep in my pussy.

As soon as he stops cumming, he apologized for being so rough, and he promised that the next time we’d go slower. He seems harder than usual when he mounts me this time. He’s still going so fast that I guess this is another quickie. I hate ‘quickies,’ I’m always still horny afterwards. It didn't take long before we both cummed, quick and hard. Curtis said he felt like a kid, not being able to control himself and hold himself in check to make it longer. I told him not to worry that we had the rest of the night for him to prove how much of a man he was. Then we both laughed.

I don’t let him finish up so fast this time. We fucked ourselves silly for about fifteen minutes, then we both cummed almost together. My orgasm was so intense that it hurt. God, I love fucking Curtis.

We were so sated with sex that I slumped lifelessly against him. It was so nice the way he caressed his hand up my back and into my soft tangled hair. With a sigh I wrapped myself in his strong arms. I remember thinking as I drifted off sleep, how glad I was that I’d seduced Curtis and how wonderful our evening had been.

Curtis

Part-3-of-5

Once again

The next when we awakened, it was with bittersweet memories that we dressed and Curtis prepared to take me back to Donna's place. When he dropped me off, he said, “I’m older than you and I should have known better than to spend the night with you. Not only did I deserve better, but now I’ll also have to think of this every time we’re both at the bar and our eyes met.”

Over the next several months Curtis and I continued to dance and talk. I knew that nothing could come of our time together, but I loved dancing with him. He was a really good dancer and something to look at. I dated other guys in between, but never took anyone with me when I knew that Curtis would be at the bar.

Shortly after he and Nan bought a new house in Belton. One night at the bar I said that I wanted to see the new house. Nan was out of town again on business so he impulsively invited me over the next evening. We decided to skip the bar altogether and just stay in. This time I drove my truck over. Like before, I wore a new piece of Red lingerie under my jeans and shirt. And like before, I had my shirt unbuttoned down to my navel, a fact that wasn’t lost on Curtis while he was giving me the grand tour.

When the tour ended in the bedroom, I did a cute little strip tease for Curtis. By the time I was down to my red lace panties and red camisole, we were both hot and ready. We had plenty of time so Curtis started slow and took his time. When Curtis grabbed me we tumbled onto the bed in each other’s arms. For a few minutes we wrestled around like a couple of teenagers. Then I pushed him over onto his back and prepared to mount him. As I straddled him, I guided his cock into my still wet pussy. As I lowered myself, his cock sunk all the way inside. When I started bouncing up and down, pumping his cock in and out of me, it felt so good that all I could do was whimper. When I cummed I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry, scream, faint, or all three. My juices covered his plunging member and drenched his balls.

He grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples he blasted his cum deep inside me. When my orgasm ebbed I went limp and slumped over his chest as he spewed his remanding gunk into me and I savored the final sensations. “Oh god, that was good,” I cooed, as I envisioned the last drops of cum trailing along the walls of my pussy as his cock shrank and slowly slipped out of my pussy. Once it was over, I kissed him on the neck and whispered, “You really know how to fuck.”

Once we caught our breath, I started teasing Curtis so much that he chased me through the house naked and caught up with me in the living room. He grabbed my wrist and pulled to him for a kiss. Before he realized what I was doing, I pushed Curtis into an easy chair and climbed into his lap and planted my lips on his. His lips instinctively responded and he kissed me back. Our tongues soon met and our hands started roaming over each other’s bodies.

After a few minutes of heavy petting our mood was hot and sexy. It wasn’t long until my hand slid down and found his throbbing cock. I amplified his lust by using my hands. When he returned the favor things started getting out of hand, my head spinning with desire. It was all so kinky considering the location. I kissed his neck and tickled his ear with my tongue. When he did the same to me, it drove me crazy.

Our tongues were still fighting and our hands were dancing over each other’s intimate parts. My eyes squinted shut my body shivered as his fingers teased my naked thighs. Pushing his exploration further, his fingers met my puff lips and at the same time his mouth covered mine. I knew then how much that I wanted him, and the look in his eyes told me that he wanted me too. Looking down I slowly guided the tip of his dick into my moist pussy.

He wanted to show me just how much of a tease he could also be so only the tip of his cock slid ever so slowly in and out of me. His hands were still playing with my nipples when I moved up his body for a kiss. This caused his cock to enter me completely. I moaned as I felt him pierce my depth. Our bodies were already sweaty but we could have cared less, we were giving in to our wildest desire. His lips were on my nipples, and his hands were on the cheeks of my ass, pushing himself deeper inside me with each thrust of her hips.

When he began thrusting faster and harder, I could feel my muscles contracting around his cock. My contracting pussy took him over the edge and he started shooting his load deep inside me. A few more thrusts and I collapsed against his chest.

Curtis

Part-4-of-5

When we finished in the living room we headed for the kitchen to slake our thirst. Once our thirst was quenched we headed back to Curtis bedroom. As we were passing through the dining room, Curtis tried to put his arm around me. With a giggle I ducked under his arm and took off around their new dinning room table. As I scurried away Curtis popped me on my naked butt with the palm of his hand and gave chase. Amid laughs and giggles Curtis managed to smack me on the ass a couple of more times as we made two circuits around the table. When I felt his breath on the back of my neck, I pulled out one of the chairs to slowly him down. But pulling the chair in the aisle backfires on me. As I make my second lap, the chair slows me down enough that he’s able to grab my hair.

Suddenly instead of running, Curtis and I are wrestling. As we thrash around his hand moves from my hair to my wrist. I can feel the dinning room table against my back as I continue to struggle, but Curtis is too strong. Almost effortlessly he pulls my arms behind my back and pins them there, then suddenly we’re kissing. Suddenly, Curtis reached behind me and raked everything, salt and peppershakers, sugar bowl, the works, off the table. Then his lips still pressed to mine Curtis pushes me back and I find myself with my naked butt on the edge of the table. Forcing my legs apart, Curtis placed the head of his cock against the luscious pink lips of my pussy. I couldn’t help moaning as he spread my insides open and slowly eased forward until the head of his cock was inside me.

I was so excited that I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him forward, taking him all inside me. Bracing his legs, Curtis commenced pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. He was pumping so hard that my bare ass was smacking harder and harder against the tabletop with each thrust. Leaning back I felt my breasts seem to swell as delight as Curtis roughly caressing them. As he continued to pump in and out of her, he leaned forward and sent electric shocks through my body by biting my erect nipples.

His cock exploded the same time as my own climax. My juices sprayed forth as I orgasmed with a greater intensity than I’d ever experienced before. Ropes of Curtis’s thick white cream were injected into me, mixing with my juices.

As we were catching our breath Curtis said, “Nan would die if she knew what we’d just done on her new dining room table.” Then with a laugh he added, “Especially since we did it in her spot. “

From there we continue on into the kitchen. Going to the refrigerator, Curtis got us both a bottle of daSani water. When I finished and moved over to set my empty on the kitchen counter, I sensed Curtis move up behind me. When I went to look over my shoulder, Curtis grabbed my hair and bent me face first over the counter. With one handed still wrapped in my hair, he gave me two or three hard swats on my naked ass with the other. My now red ass cheeks were burning as he pushed my legs apart as wide as my hips would allow. With no foreplay, I felt him ram his dick balls deep into my pussy. Soon I was almost screaming in pleasure as he rammed his cock faster and faster into my pussy. The harder he fuck the more turned on I was and the louder I screamed. It was a viscously long and merciless cycle and I loved it.

By now we both felt like a shower so we headed for the bathroom in the master bedroom. Because I was company Curtis was nice enough to give me first crack at the shower. After I adjusted the water pressure and temperature I stepped under the spray and let the hot water work the kinks out of my sore muscles.

Curtis

Part-5-of-5

While I lathered up with shampoo that was running down over my closed eyelids, I heard the shower door slide open. Shyly, I continued running my fingers through my hair, as I stood there with my eyes shut. I was young and naïve with limited sexual experience, so despite the fact that we’d just had wild kinky sex I was still embarrassed when Curtis joined me in the shower. So embarrassed that rather that look him in the face I demurely cast my eyes down. This meant that when he moved near me I was staring at his crotch, or more specific at his uncut cock. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back and let the needles of water wash the suds from my face. As I opened my eyes again they were still down cast towards his crotch. This whole uncircumcised thing was still so new to me and even semi-erect was so different than the cocks that I was use to that I timidly reached out and touched it. I giggled when it twitch with a life of its own when I touched it.

Then I boldly took it in my hand so I could examine it better. I was mesmerized as I stood under the spray and holding Curtis’s uncut dick in my hand. I couldn’t believe how much fun it was to move his foreskin back and expose the big head of his dick. The head was so swollen with blood that it was almost purple. It looked like a plum perched on the end of his shaft. It was so damn cute that I just had to kiss it. From there it was just a matter of lowering myself to my knees and opening my lips to take it further into n my warm mouth.

Smiling devilishly, I licked Curtis’s swollen knob as I massaged his big hairy balls. I languidly swirled my tongue around his cockhead. “Ah, shit that feels good!” groaned Curtis when his pre-cum came oozing out, and I massaged it into his throbbing shaft with my tongue. Pushing his prick back against his belly, I lowered my face and spit-shinned his balls. When I went back to mischievously sucking his eyes were closed. Grinning excitedly, I made a tight ring with my lips and began bobbing my head his shaft. As his cock moved in and out of my mouth, its head repeatedly bumping the back of my throat. As I felt his climax approaching I started sucking faster.

My juices oozed down my thighs as I moaned around his cock as Curtis gripped my head and fucked my mouth. “I’m cumming,” he warned. At the last moment, I pulled back until only his knob was in my mouth. Then his cock quivered as his balls unloaded his load down my throat.

I felt the steaming needles of water beating down on my back as Curtis still gasping for breath pulled me to my feet, and tipping my head back for a kiss. His tongue darted inside my mouth as he hugged me against his chest. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me closer until we were grinding against each other. Then he gently slid his hand between my legs and I felt his fingers caress my sensitive lips. He was so good with his hands that without thinking I stuck my crotch out to give better access.

Pushing me back against the wall, Curtis continued to kiss me wildly. As Curtis braced his legs to take my weight, I wrapped my legs around his waist and rubbed my crotch wantonly against his body. He was already sporting a huge erection when he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. When I started tickling his earlobe with my tongue, he placed the tip of his dick between my pussy lips rammed inside me. With a gasp I put my arms around his neck to keep from falling.

I was pressed against the wall with my legs around Curtis’s waist and my arms around his neck and he was fiercely plunging in and out of me. Soon he was fucking me at an ever-increasing rate and was stabbing as deep as possible with each massive thrust. He continued to fuck me as I hung there in mid air, and I loved it. The angle was allowing him to hit my clit with each in ward stroke. He was fucking me senseless. As my body shivered in orgasm I was whispering in his ear not to stop. Altering his speed and the position of his legs to insure that his cock was reaching as deep as possible he continued to thrust. I was screaming out his name as he jammed his cock deeper and deeper.

Curtis was so turned on that a few more strokes and he was shooting his load deep inside my hot wet pussy.

I was still so damn horny that I don't argue when Curtis led me back to his bedroom. When we lay back down on the bed we were fresh and relaxed from our shower. We both knew that this would be our last time together without saying a word to each other. So the last time we did it we took it slow, memorizing each others bodies and making it last as long as possible.

After a short rest, Curtis turned me over on my stomach and starting with my temples, massaged his way down my neck, to my shoulders, and down to my back. By the time he finished with my back rub I was so relaxed that I was dozing. Then as he told me what a nice firm shapely butt I have he caressed, kissed, and nibbled it until I can't hold still. All I could do was moan when he licked and kissed the crease where my butt and my legs join.

When I was both limp as a dishrag and so aroused that I was about to bounce off the bed, he flipped me over and devote the same attention to my pussy that he’d shown my back and butt. He was very good with his hands. He almost drove crazy caressing my pretty pink pussy lips and a swollen clit. After he got me off with his fingers he moved down and used his mouth. He tongued my clit as I gyrated my hips my juices coating his face. Then I closed my eyes and shivered as a raging climax tore through my body.

Rising to my knees, I started kissing my way down his Curtis’s chest, circling my tongue around his nipples. When my face was an inch from his rock hard cock, I started giving it little flicks of my tongue as I fondled his balls. Then looking him straight in the eye, I opened my mouth and took his erect dick into my mouth. Swallowing it whole, I felt the head press hard against the back of my throat. Pressing my lips tight around the base and I started bobbing my head up as down as I sucked. When he was on the verge of climaxing, I quickly wrapped my fingers around his cock. It only took a few strokes for him to explode all over my face. To his delight, I sucked and licked him clean.

Curtis penetrated my hot juicy pussy from behind, and began to move in and out. All I could feel was his hands on my hips and my hot pussy squeezing around his hard-driving cock. He pulled out for a second to taunt me, and then he slipped it back into me with an easy plunge. Our bodies seemed to be a perfect fit. His cock was hitting my g-spot with almost every thrust as he plunged in and out of my pussy.

My body trembled and I was almost howling as my orgasm hit. Hunching back I ground my crotch against the base of Curtis’s cock. Then I started working my hips, vigorously moving my pussy up and down his shaft. Soon I could feel Curtis’s cock spasm as his balls unloaded and he filled me to overflow with his juices. I could feel our combined juices oozing out and coating his cock. We were both sticky again. By the time we caught our breath Curtis and I were both so drenched in sweat and our combined juices that we headed back to the shower to rinse off. When we were both inside we lathered ourselves up. The silkiness all over us felt so good as we rubbed up against each other.

As we toweled dry we moved back into Curtis’s bed and collapsed into each other’s arms and were almost instantly asleep.

When I left the next morning Curtis and I kissed and said a melancholy goodbye. We knew that we would still see each other at the bar and that we’d still dance with each other, but nothing else.

After that night whenever Curtis and I would see each other at the bar, even if I were with a date, we would always dance at least once and laugh about the things we had done to each other that one magical night.

After I became engaged I introduced Curtis to my fiancé and he laughed. He couldn't believe that I was getting married. After his bad experience with his marriage, Curtis thought all marriages were a farce and no longer believed in the concept. He wished me nothing but the best, but he hated to see me make the same mistake that he did.

The last time that I saw Curtis, him told me that if I ever needed anything, even if it was just someone to talk to, that he would always be there for me. He said that I knew where he lived.

I laughed and said, “ yes...I know where you live.”

The end