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

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Class assignment

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.”

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“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.

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“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?”

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“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.”

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“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.

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“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.”

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“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.

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“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.”

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Elaine wanted so badly to scream,

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

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“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.

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“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.

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“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.

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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.

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

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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.

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“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.

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The End…

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

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College Summer Break

Part-1-of-1

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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."

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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The end…

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

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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.

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The end…

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

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Best moment

Part-1-of-1

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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.

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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...

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

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A Quirk of Fate

Part-1-of-2

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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

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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.

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"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.

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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...

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The end

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

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.

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

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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!"

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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.

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To be continued…

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Darla in the Wild

Part-2-of-2

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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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,

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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.

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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.

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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!"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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..."

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The end…

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