Mindy`s mistake
By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”
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“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
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“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
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“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
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“Hmmm, Sherry?”
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“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
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“Never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, huh.”
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“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
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“Nope.”
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“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”
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“Oh, yeah, I saw her and that other girl dancing together a little bit, and then I never saw her again. I think she left around the time you left with Sherry.”
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“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
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“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”
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“Detective Jones?”
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“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”
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“The missing girl? Mindy? No, I don’t know her. She and her friend just kinda crashed my party last night. Not that I minded. Glad to have more people, you know. But I never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, I’m not sure. I think they showed up about 9:00. But there was so many people last night; I didn’t even get to talk to them.”
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“Well, her friend, Sherry, went home with a guy I know. I thought they all left at around the same time.”
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“Uh, a little after 11:00 I think Mindy and Sherry left with Brad.”
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“Yeah. His name is Brad Walker.”
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“Sure, no problem. 123 Main street. 867-5309.”
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“You’re welcome, Detective. I sure hope you find her!”
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“Yeah, If I hear anything about her I’ll call you.”
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“Okay. Bye.”
Oh girl! The police are looking for me! I’ll just lie low and try to escape from this thing again tonight. He’ll never know I was here.
He returned to his computer. I could hear the clickety-click on the keyboard for the next few hours. It was getting uncomfortable with this pipe jammed in my mouth, though I was feeling so horny strapped into his device. Yet, my mouth was so dry from breathing through my mouth. I was dying of thirst, and my stomach was starting to growl. I wasn’t sure I could wait until night to escape.
He left the room, and I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs. I pulled and pulled until it felt like my wrists were raw, but I couldn’t free my hands. I’m so fucked!
I had to take a dump, and I was again glad for the thorough way he designed this device. I let my poop fall into that Tupperware tub under that hole under my butt. Then I peed a little more into that pipe.
I was so incredibly thirsty. My mouth was parched. I understood now why people adrift at sea drink salt water, knowing it would kill them.
I heard footsteps again.
“What’s that smell?” he said.
A few more footsteps. “What the? whose shit is that?”
Another two footsteps. “Holy shit! I see a tongue wiggling down at the bottom of the funnel! Is that you Diane?”
_Diane? No! I’m Mindy._ “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screeched with that pipe jammed in my mouth.
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Diane. But this is such a surprise! I know you said you wanted to try my toilet slave machine, but I never expected you to put yourself inside it like this last night.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. _I’m not Diane, you idiot! I’m Mindy! Let me out! _ “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
“Well, I guess you’re thirsty, huh, Diane?”
_Oh girl! I’m so thirsty! But_ please _don’t piss in my mouth! Please! _
I heard movement and shuffling. A zipper zipped open. _Oh girl! No! _ Water splashed against the funnel, echoing loudly inside that toilet box.
I tried to close my mouth. I clamped my teeth down on that pipe with all the strength in my jaw. The PVC pipe held my mouth wide open.
A stream of warm liquid dribbled into my mouth from the pipe. It tasted salty. Then, _gaaaa! _ It tasted like piss! It tasted like a smelly pissy bathroom in a dirty bar.
His filthy urine collected at the back of my throat while he continued to pee against the side of the funnel. My mouth was nearly full of piss when he stopped. Then he squired a short stream against the funnel. Then another.
I heard him zip his pants back up and leave the room. Oh, girl! I couldn’t breathe with my mouth full of his pee. I tried to blow it out, but that just swished it around inside my mouth. Now, I had to take a breath even worse.
I had no choice. Okay, I had a choice. I could swallow his filth, or I could die. As hard as it was with my jaw held wide open, I swallowed, and swallowed again. The only way I was going to take another breath was to chug it all down. Every drop.
Finally, I took a sweet breath. Then I felt like puking. I resisted. I knew that if I puked, I’d just puke it up into the pipe in my mouth and have to swallow it again to breathe. Don’t puke! Don’t puke! Don’t puke!
_Oh, this is so sick! How could I have done this to myself? At least I wasn’t thirsty any more._
Some time later, he came in again and unzipped his pants. The taste of his piss was still in my mouth from the last time he peed.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed.
He said, “What does ‘Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh’ mean, Diane? That’s not the Morse-code safe-word you said you would use, you know.”
His hot salty piss splashed against the funnel and into my mouth again. It wasn’t so bad this second time.
Yet, my stomach hadn’t stopped growling for hours. I was starving! He had to let me out to eat! Or drop some food into the funnel. He couldn’t let _”Diane”_ starve!
It must have been night, for I eventually dozed off again. But something woke me. I heard footsteps again. I was so thirsty that I sucked down his salty piss. Then I heard a soft bump and felt the head box wobble a little.
I heard a short hissing sound echo inside the funnel.
A moment later, I heard, like a sucking sound, followed by a thud against the funnel. Something soft, wet, and sticky dropped into my mouth. _Gaaaaaaa! No! _
I felt like puking again. Just knowing that there was a lump of someone else’s shit in my mouth made me feel flush and nauseous. It was resting against the back of my throat. Then another banged against the funnel and slid into my mouth a moment later.
I pushed it out of my mouth back up the pipe with my tongue. That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life–push shit out of my mouth with my tongue. But all the shit blocking the pipe blocked air from getting in. I couldn’t breathe again.
Then he shit another turd into the funnel.
I realized my mistake too late. Now I would have three huge turds of shit in my mouth to chew and swallow before I could breathe again. I moved my tongue aside let his shit drop into my mouth.
Oh girl! It was stringy, lumpy, and syrupy, and chewy, all in one! And the taste! The taste of shit! Shit tastes worse than it smells! I must be one of the few people in the world who knows what shit tastes like–bitter and smoky.
At least it was so soft that I didn’t need to chew it. I just swallowed it little by little until it was all down, then I took a sweet breath of cool fresh air. Then he dropped another turd into the funnel and into my mouth. This one, I swallowed right away.
I think he stood after that, because the box wobbled a little again. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.
I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!
_Ah, beautiful footsteps! Give me your pee! I’m so thirsty again! _ I heard him walk up to me, then his warm pee splashed against the funnel and into my mouth. His pee was so refreshing! Am I sick?
Hours passed before he came to use me again. As the day wore on, he peed a few times, satisfying my thirst each time.
Every so often, I would moan “Ahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ah!” trying to hit upon that random Morse code safe-word that Diane told him she would use.
That evening, he dropped a pill of some kind into my mouth. It was chewy and tasted like strawberry, like a multi-vitamin. Then he gave me a squirt of piss to wash it down.
The following day, my own poo was loose and watery into that Tupperware tub under my ass. Cleaning that up serves him right!
I gradually lost count of the times I drank his pee and ate his shit. I had no idea how many days had passed, even.
The phone rang one evening (at least I thought it was evening) while he was typing at his computer in the room.
He said, “Hello?”
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“Hey Brad! What’s up?”
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Really?”
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“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”
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“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”
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“Then the reporters came around too.”
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“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”
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“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”
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“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”
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“Great!”
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“Okay. See you. Bye!”
After untold days, weeks, and months had passed, I had been subsisting entirely on his piss and shit. I had lost count of the time that I had been built into his toilet slave machine. I hated to think what my complexion looked like. Forget my complexion, I must have been fired from my job, missed a rent payment or two, and a couple of car payments. All my other bills, too. Oh girl! My life is totally screwed!
His phone rang while he was typing at his computer again. “Hello.”
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“D-D-Diane? I, I?”
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“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”
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“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”
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“I don’t know.”
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“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”
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“No! Nothing’s wrong!”
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“I’ll explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”
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“Yeah, love you too, bye!”
_Was that_ the _Diane he was just talking to? _ He stepped up to the toilet and said, “You’re not Diane! So who the hell is in there?”
I heard him fumble with the latches on the outside of head box next to my ear. He lifted the box, pulling that pipe out of my mouth for the first time in weeks. Sweet relief!
He looked down at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I coughed a few times and answered, “I’m Mindy.”
“Holy shit! You’re that missing girl!”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What are you doing in there?”
“When I saw your thing here. I just couldn’t help myself. Are you gonna let me out now?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring off into space.
“Please!” I begged. “Please! You have to let me out! You have to! Please!”
He sighed. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live–uhm–how long has it been since your party?”
“Hmmm, a little over two months.”
“Oh shit! Then I don’t live anywhere. My landlord is such a jerk. He would have rented my place out by now. My car is probably repossessed. Everything I ever owned is gone. Maybe Sherry will let me live with her.” I started to cry. “I don’t know what do to any more.”
“Mindy,” he said slowly. “Everyone’s looking for you. If I let you go, suddenly the police, the newspapers, and everyone is going to be into my business.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. “But?” I asked.
“I can’t have that.”
“Please!”
“I’m sorry Mindy, but your body is now part of my machine. Permanently.”
He lowered the toilet back onto my face. “Noooo!” I screamed until the pipe forced itself into my mouth again.
He gave me some pee to drink, and then walked out of the room.
* END *
Archive for February, 2008
Mindys mistake
Friday, February 29th, 2008On the beach
Thursday, February 28th, 2008 On the beach
By: Monica
My boyfriend and I were relaxing on the beach that warm fall evening. The temperature was warm enough for us to lie on the beach in a bikini and trunks, but not hot enough for us to go in the water, so the beach was deserted. Plus, we had found a cozy secluded rocky spot around a bend away from the boardwalk. We were all alone. It was great!
“Dear,” he said to me, “Why don’t you let me bury you in the sand?” He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to walk away.
“Sure,” I answered.
He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour.
“Hey love,” I said to him then, “Why don’t you walk over to that pizza stand we passed on the boardwalk and get us something to eat?”
“Sure, but will you be all right? It’s kind of a hike back to civilization.”
“I’m not going anywhere!”
“Well, sure, what do you want on your pie?”
“Everything!”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
Dave walked away, leaving me buried and helpless in the sand.
I started to get scared after about a half-hour seemed to go by and he hadn’t returned. I figured the line might be long, but with no one around, how could that be. After an hour seemed to go by, I started to panic. I started yelling. “Hey! Come on out you asshole! This isn’t funny any more! Hey! Someone! Please! Help me!”
I figured that _someone_ must have heard me screaming my head off, but still no one came.
About an hour after that, I was frantic, “Help! Someone! Help me! I’m trapped! Help!”
A few minutes later, some guy in shorts and a white-tee shirt came around the dunes and walked up to me.
“Thank God someone heard me! Please dig me out of here!”
He walked up close to me and kneeled in the sand right in front of me, like, his crotch was right in my face.
He looked down at me and said, “I’ll let you out. But you got to do something for me if you want me to do something for you.”
Oh God! It didn’t take a genius to know what this bastard wanted.
“Please!” I begged. “I’m trapped here. It’s your duty to help someone in distress. You can’t rape me! Please!”
“Oh man!” he said, “It’s just like a bitch to want to run her own life, and I’m actually all for equal rights and all that. But the minute she’s in a bind, then everyone else _owes_ her their blood, sweat, and tears! Well, bullshit!”
He stood and started to walk away.
“Hey!” I shouted, “Where are you going? You can’t leave me here!”
From several paces away, he turned. “Listen bitch. I’d never rape anyone. If you want my help, it has to be by _mutual_ consent. Do you know what _mutual consent_ means?”
“Yeah, it means, like, free trade and all that. But what’s that got to do with this?”
_”Mutual consent_ means that no one can force another person to do anything. That goes for anything at all. No one can force someone else to trade with them. But mutual consent is a double-edged sword; no one can force someone else to give them charity, no matter how badly they need it. So if you don’t want to pay my price for helping you, then I’ll walk away and it’s just like I was never here and you’re no bettor or worse off that before I showed up.” He started to walk away again.
“Wait,” I said. Here I was buried up to my neck in the sand, and I knew that high tide would eventually roll in. I had no choice but to give in to this bastard’s demands, even if it made me sick. I have never given head. I had no idea what it would be like, and I didn’t want to find out. And I had finally found a boyfriend who didn’t demand it. My girlfriends all told me that I was missing out because I never received it either, but the thought of that dirty thing that he pees out of in my mouth made me feel queasy.
“What?” he turned around again and asked.
“I’ll do it.”
“Really?” he asked, sounding really surprised that I agreed.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
He came back over. He pulled his shorts down and squatted as he had done before. His cock quivered right in front of my face. He then unfolded his legs out on either side of my head and rocked his butt forward slowly inching his cock toward my mouth.
“Open up!” he said.
Of course, I was scared shitless; what if my boyfriend showed up now? Yet, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and he slid closer still. I felt his cock rub against my lips and over my tongue. Yet he still continued inching his butt forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I started gagging when it started pressing against the back of my throat, but he still pressed on until his cock was rammed part way down my throat, his hairy muff was pressed tightly against my nose, and his balls were rubbing against my chin. Oh man, this was so gross. And the gagging was awful, I couldn’t stand it!
But the worse was yet to be. He started rocking back and forth on his ass, sliding his cock in and out, and fucking my throat. The pain was horrendous, and I could hardly breathe!
I knew he was about to come in a second or two. Then, suddenly, he wrapped his legs tightly against the back of my head, forcing my face into his crotch and his dick even deeper down my throat. I couldn’t breathe at all and I just knew this bastard was going to suffocate me to death while he gets his rocks off. Then, _Gaaak! _ that intense gamy smell of cum attacked my taste buds. At least it didn’t taste as bad as it smelled.
My lungs were screaming in pain for air when he finished coming down my throat. Yet he remained motionless, with his legs pressing hard against the back of my head and dick deep down my throat as it slowly shrunk.
I was just about to pass out when he finally relaxed his legs from around my head and I finally managed to get my gagging under control and catch my breath.
Finally spent, it seemed, he back up and slid his cock out of my mouth, all covered and dripping with a mix of his cum and my saliva.
I gasped a few times still catching my breath. I swallowed and asked, “Now can you get me out of here?”
“Sure thing!” he answered. He put his shorts back on and then started digging around me with his hands. It wasn’t long before he had dug deep enough that I could pull my arms free from under the sand. We both continued digging me out and it wasn’t long after that I was able to stand, albeit all covered with sand.
He held his hand out for me to help me step out of the sand, and, like a jerk, I took it.
And then, like a bigger jerk, I said “Thanks,” to the bastard who just raped me.
He smiled and said, “You’re welcome,” and started to walk away again.
As he was walking away, I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. “Wait!” I called out to him again.
“What? Need a ride anywhere?” he asked as he swung his hands out from his sides.
“No. I’m not really sure, but.”
“But what?”
“You like to get head, but do you like to give it too?”
“Yeah, I love to give head. Why?”
“What ‘why?’ Do you really need to ask ‘why’?”
“I guess I don’t,” he answered as he approached me again. I hoped he couldn’t see how beet-red my face just became in the darkness, but I pulled my bikini bottom off and lay down in the sand spreading my legs apart. He lay down between my legs with his face in my crotch. Then I felt it. He started licking my pussy! With his tongue! Wow! I couldn’t believe that another human being could enjoy putting his tongue inside that dirty place. Still it felt so good!
He licked up from just above my ass. He stick his tongue into my hole as he went over it, then he continued up and hit _the spot! _ Oh My God! I never felt something so good in my whole life! Then he went back down again. Oh please! Go back up and lick my clit again! Then he licked up around the inside perimeter of my cunt, up over and around above my clit and back down again. Oh wow! Don’t tease me like that, man! Then he went back up the middle again, like he did before. He lingered a moment over my pussy hole, fucking me with his tongue. I was on the brink of coming! He continued up and played with my clit again with his tongue. I felt like I was about to burst! I had never come so close to coming so quickly before. I didn’t think it was possible for me to come without at least ten to fifteen minutes of foreplay. But this guy had me on the brink in a few minutes just by licking and teasing my twat with his tongue. Back down he went, and around the perimeter again. Get back to the target, man! He went back up the middle again, like he did the last time. I was _this_ close to coming, and he started sucking on my clit, and just my clit. Hard! Like my clit was a tiny dick he was sucking on. Here I come! Oh God! Here I come! I started bouncing and thrashing like I had never came before. He even continued sucking on my clit while I came! I just continued coming and coming until my clit started to hurt. And then I still kept coming and he still kept sucking.
I finally expended myself and he stopped sucking and started gently licking my clit and pussy. I still continued to quake every few seconds to that. And then it was over.
But, man! I didn’t know it was possible for a woman, especially me, to come so quickly and easy and to keep coming for so long! I mean, I’ve done guys with hair triggers that took longer to come than I just did! Wow!
I then looked down at him looking up at me, both of us panting furiously. “Come here,” I said to him.
He crawled up my body and flipped my bikini top over my tits. He settled on me with his face above my boobs.
“Wow!” he said. “Look how hard your nipples are! You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Damn, I loved it! Now suck my nipples.”
He leaned over and started sucking on the left nipple. He sucked so hard I thought he was going to fucking swallow it. Oh, man, that felt so good! He sucked it for countless minutes before I nudged his head over to the other one.
After a few more minutes, I nudged him to crawl up higher on me. As he did, I reached up and grabbed the back of his head by the hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. I could heel his cock quivering and rubbing against my pussy.
We broke the kiss and I asked, “Are you hard again?”
“I got hard again sucking your tasty cunt.”
“So what are you waiting for? Fuck me!”
As if waiting for my okay, he thrust his pelvis down and I felt his cock slide into my cunt. I was so slippery from being wet on my own and from his saliva inside, that it went in without the least fuss. And, oh man, was he hard again!
He started pumping and I was still pumped up from coming a moment ago. I knew it would take much for me to come again, now that I had a rock-hard cock pumping my pussy.
I was right! I started quaking all over again while he was pumping me. God, it felt so good!
He pumped me and pumped me, and I kept coming and coming to his rhythm. Damn, he was good! I was amazed how long he could hold it in before he finally came into me. This guy was amazing in many ways.
Then, panting, he said, “Wow! I’m sorry I took so long to come that time. Being the second time in a row took a bit of work.”
Wow! He was apologizing for taking _too long_ to come! I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Where have you been all my life?” I asked him.
“I’ve been around.”
I figured my boyfriend split on me or something. Man, is he going go hear about it in the morning, but I just now realized that I never got that pizza and was starving.
“Well, maybe it’s time to get going? You hungry, maybe we can, like, get something to eat or something.”
“Yeah, I’m starved,” he said, “I was in line at some pizza joint over on the boardwalk before when some punk on a skateboard plowed into the line.”
“You’re shitting me?”
“No, why would I shit you? Sent one guy to the hospital with a concussion.”
“Really? What the guy look like?”
“Oh, tall I think. Light brown hair. Had on trunks and a football jersey.”
Oh my God!
“What! What’s wrong? You look shocked!”
“That’s my, uhm. That’s my boyfriend. What happened to him? How bad was he hurt? Did you see anything?”
“Yeah. Uhm. I don’t know. I heard the ambulance dude say to the cop that he was knocked out, but he’ll come to in the hospital and he’ll be fine.”
“Look, I gotta go.” I looked over my shoulder and was relieved to see that my purse, car keys, and the rest of our stuff were still there on that rock.
“Okay. I hope your boyfriend will be okay,” he said.
“Yeah, thanks. But, uhm, listen. I sometimes come down to the beach here by myself in the evenings. I mean, uh, just so you know.”
“Yeah, I do too, sometimes,” he said. “Maybe we’ll see each other again.”
Damn, I hope so!
* END *
Cum sponge
Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 Cum sponge
By: Monica
Christine often went to _edge play_ after work on Friday nights. Her job as a legal secretary for a law firm on Wall Street didn’t leave much room for self-expression.
The cab let her out on 14th street. After a short walk down the block, she stood before a pair of glass doors in a stainless steel frame on an, otherwise, featureless gray stucco building, the entrance to _edge play._
She walked down a short hallway, past a bdsm bookstore on the left and a novelty store on the right, around a corner and down a short hallway. She stopped to show her id to the bouncer then proceeded into a waiting elevator.
She exited the elevator on the main floor of the club into another short hallway. She passed a political poster that said:
_vote libertarian–we’re pro-choice on everything! _
Christine considered silently, “damn libertarians want to eliminate all _malum prohibitum_ laws and put me out of a job! There’d be almost no need for lawyers if the only crimes were _malum in se.”_ She sighed and continued until she found a list of scheduled events:
_misanthrope live tonight_ _big boob parade in blue dungeon at 8:00_ _branding demonstration in orange dungeon at 8:00_ _all your base are belong to us in black dungeon at 8:30_ _co ed tandem beer pissing contest in red dungeon at 9:00_ _comedy king in yellow dungeon at 9:00_ _hot male revue in white dungeon at 10:00_ _master of illusion in green dungeon at 10:00_ _slave auction in blue dungeon at 11:00_ _torture demonstration in violet dungeon at 11:00_
She’d seen all these events; there was nothing new to see tonight. She continued into the main room, walked up to the bar, ordered a pan galactic gargle blaster, and found a seat at an empty table.
_misanthrope_ was wailing out their latest death-metal hit, _rest in pieces, _ in a satanic devil voice, _”I am crazy! Don’t fuck with me baby! Chop you up into bits! While you hang from your tits!”_
She thought that Jamie, the guitarist, was cute as she finished her drink. That thought made her feel horny, and she also had to take a leak, so she stood and headed toward the alternate ladies’ room, the one with the live human toilet slaves, to piss and get her clit sucked on at the same time.
She stopped for a moment at the corkboard plastered with personal ads. Most were for masters seeking slaves, or slaves seeking masters. Others were selling bdsm paraphernalia–collars, shackles, suspension harnesses, fellatio harnesses, spreader bars, etc. A few were for more mundane items such as cars for sale, apartments for rent, and roommates wanted. Then one caught her eye.
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_female cum-sponge wanted: using a two-part harness joined at a cock ring, I will wear one part on my hips with the cock ring held tightly in place at the base of my cock, and you will wear the other part over your head with that same cock ring pressed tightly against your mouth. Thus connected, you will be my cum-sponge for a 24-hour period. I will wear you around the house throughout the day–while cooking, while eating at the table, while watching TV, while working at the computer, even while sleeping in bed. You, of course, would be expected to consume whatever secretions are deposited in your mouth. You will be disconnected only for brief moments during the day so you can change your adult diaper. I imagine I would be able to watch an entire football game while drinking a six-pack or two without once getting up once to take a whiz._
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Christine’s heart was pounding and her pussy was wet by the time she finished reading the long-winded ad. She jotted down the phone number on the back of an envelope and shoved the envelope back in her purse.
Forgetting all about using a toilet slave, she left the club and hurried home.
She arrived home shortly after 8:00 pm. Her panties were soaked from thinking about being used as a cum-sponge all the way home. She dropped her purse on the sofa and picked up the phone.
Then she set it down. Could she really call a total stranger to offer herself up to him as his sex toy for a weekend? While she had sold herself at the club’s slave auctions a few times, calling a total stranger cold was a little scary. But this was too good to pass up. She picked up the phone again and dialed the number.
A man answered the phone, “hello?”
“uhm, hi!”
“‘hi,’ to you too! Who’s this?”
“I, er, saw your ad at _edge play.”_
“my ad?”
“yeah, for a cum-sponge?”
“oh! _that_ ad! I posted that _months_ ago; I figured it got taken down by now.”
“it’s still there. You never got any answers?”
“a couple of gay guys called me a few times. Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay, but I’m straight. You’re the first woman to call about it.”
“yeah, I’m a woman. I’m Christine. And you are?”
“I’m Brian. So you think you might want to be my cum-sponge?”
He didn’t sound so dominant, and Christine was feeling hesitant again. “I guess so,” she answered.
“well, okay. When do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know. Any time I guess. Whenever is good for you, I suppose.”
“how about now?” he asked.
“now? I don’t know. It’s kind of late, and I don’t know if I want to go back into the city.”
“I see. Well, some other time then…”
“wait!” Christine blurted. “do you live in the city? Maybe I could come over tomorrow?”
“er, I live in jersey, up in Bergen county. You?”
“I’m out on long island. I can take the path to Hoboken if you can pick me up at the station.”
They agreed on a time and where to meet.
The next morning, Christine packed a change of clothes in a small satchel and boarded the lirr into penn station in Manhattan. From there she boarded a path train to new jersey and rode it to the end of the line at Hoboken.
She came up out of the portal onto the sidewalk and looked around.
Her heart was pounding again at what she was about to do, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone said, “Christine?”
She spun around to see a tall guy with brown hair and glasses. He was wearing a bright yellow tee shirt that said, “I came on Eileen” in dark red letters.
“hi! Brian?” she asked.
“yeah. So, uhm, you ready?”
They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 1950’s era ford thunderbird. The glossy paint was dark green with a narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the hood and back down the other door seam. It also had the number “2″ panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.
Christine commented, “ford thunderbird, huh?”
“yeah! You can say I’m a thunderbird fan.” he opened the door for her and she got in.
She tossed her satchel into the back seat and sat in the car. He got in the driver’s side, popped a tape into the stereo, and drove off to the sound of _cass carnaby five_ playing their hit single, _dangerous game._
Traffic was light as he drove cross streets and got on route 78 to the Pulaski skyway through jersey city. Then he got on the garden state parkway and headed north.
“how far is your house from here?” she asked.
“we’re almost to the danger zone,” he answered.
“almost there, you mean?”
“f.a.b.” he answered.
A few minutes later, he got off the parkway into a residential area. He turned into a development of small houses and after a bit of meandering, turned into a driveway and pulled into a garage next to another old ford thunderbird, numbered “1.” thunderbird 1 was painted silver, and had a small rocket-like nose cone welded to the hood.
Christine followed Brian into his house and into the living room.
“well,” he said. “here we are.”
“yeah, here we are. So what do you want me to do?”
“wait here a sec,” he said and went off down a hallway. He returned a few minutes later with a larger Tupperware box. Opening it revealed a box of adult diapers and a leather harness with all kinds of straps, buckles, and rings.
“this is it,” he said as he lifted the harness from the box.
“yeah,” she answered, getting impatient with his bashful demeanor, “now what?”
“do you need to use the bathroom or anything first?”
“I’m fine,” she said, wishing he would get on with it already.
“then, uhm, I guess you should take off your clothes.”
She swallowed and did as told. She leaned over and pulled her shoes off. Next, she pulled her blouse over her head. Then she unbelted her jeans and let them drop. She pulled her socks off next, leaving herself standing there in just a bra and panties.
She turned around and said, “can you unfasten my bra?”
“sure,” he answered as he fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. She pulled her bra off her shoulders and faced him again. “you want my panties off too, right?”
“yeah,” he answered picking up the box of adult diapers. She leaned down, and pulled her panties down her legs and kicked them to one side as he opened the box and handed her a diaper.
Standing before him completely nude, she asked him, “do I really have to wear that?”
“yeah. I’ll be wearing you non-stop. You’ll be able to go to the bathroom without breaking us apart. I’ll only have to remove you once or twice a day so you can change your diaper.”
Christine wasn’t too happy about wearing the diaper. She knew that she could hold her pee until he let her use the toilet, but she knew that being a sub requires obedience, so she put the diaper on. She hoped that he would also want to fuck her, and this diaper would just get in the way of that.
“and you’re going to restrain my hands and arms so I can’t move or get away, right?”
“I wasn’t planning to restrain your hands, but I guess I can if you want me to.”
“I think you should want to,” she told him.
“okay,” he answered. He reached into the box and pulled out two sets of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. “put your arms behind your back.”
She did so, and he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. Then he kneeled and placed another set of cuffs on her ankles.
“now get on your knees,” he told her.
She suddenly realized that it would be nearly impossible to get down on her knees without falling with her wrists and ankles shackled. With a bit of gyrating, she managed to get on her knees without falling.
She looked up at him and asked with a grin, “what next?”
“hold your horses, cum-sponge. I’ll be right back.” he took the harness and went back down the hallway for several minutes. Her heart was pounding even harder than ever, and she could already feel her diaper getting wet as her pussy gushed moisture.
When he returned, he was naked except for half the harness around his hips and the cock ring held snugly at the base of his dick, just as promised. The head half of the harness hung loosely from the ring.
He stepped up to her, facing her with his cock throbbing just inches from her face.
“now open your mouth,” he said.
She opened her mouth and he stepped forward sliding his cock into it. Staring into his pubic hair, she felt him grabbing the straps and buckling them around the back of her head. Each time he buckled a strap, it forced his cock ever deeper into her mouth. He continued to buckle straps, forcing his cock all the way to the back of her mouth, making her gag. He buckled the last few straps forcing his cock down her throat, at which she started bucking involuntarily.
“calm down, bitch!” he scolded her. “you’ll get used to it.”
What a sudden change in attitude! But she could hardly hear him as she gasped in pain struggling to breathe. She willed herself to clamp her throat muscles down on the head of his cock so she could stop the gagging. Still, she couldn’t breathe and she struggled to resist panicking.
Then, _gaaaaa! _ his cock was throbbing and she tasted that familiar gamy taste. He was moaning and coming down her throat, reactivating her gag reflex even worse than before. The pain was incredible and she felt like she would pass out any moment. He finally spent himself and said, “move your ass, bitch, I want to sit down.”
This time, she panicked. She couldn’t breathe and the gag reflex was uncontrollable. She felt like she was about to puke from her gagging.
He dragged her by the head as he walked slowly backward, then he yanked her head down into his lap as he sat on the sofa.
She had managed to fight the gag reflex, but her lungs were screaming in pain and she was feeling so lightheaded from lack of oxygen.
“okay, cunts,” he said, “just relax and breathe.”
The pain was subsiding and she was getting lightheaded, then she realized that his dick had shrunk after coming and found that she could now breathe through her nose. The lightheadedness went away after a couple of slow, measured breaths.
She took stock in her position then. He was sitting on the sofa and she was kneeling between his legs with her neck stretched out and her mouth glued to his cock. The TV was on but couldn’t recognize the show. She heard someone say, “he’s dead, Jim!” but didn’t recognize the voice, and figured the he must be watching some crime drama.
Her breathing finally became regular and relaxed again, but she was having serious doubts about this. “damn!” she thought, “I wish I have given him a safe-word or stop signal!”
After a couple of minutes, the phone rang. She heard him pick up the TV remote and then heard the vcr buzzing as it started taping the show. He turned off the TV and answered the phone, “hello?”
“oh, hi john.”
“yeah? The guys are going out for a bar crawl tonight?”
“sorry, dude. I, sort of, have a date tonight. Where are you going?”
“yeah? Eddies is cool!”
“live band? Who?”
“cool! _eternia mortis_ rocks! Wish I could go with you guys!”
“now, I can’t.”
“yeah, Kathy likes me? Who said?”
“Debbie told Gary, and he told you? Well, tell Kathy ‘hi!’ for me. But don’t tell her I know she likes me.”
“maybe I’ll call her next week.”
“eh, she’s okay looking, I guess.”
“yeah, I might fuck her or I might not. I don’t know yet.”
“well, I’ll tell you about her later. Say ‘hi’ to the guys for me.”
“yeah, bye.”
He hung the phone up and then said, “I’m hungry. I’m going to stand and walk into the kitchen.”
Christine got ready as he yanked her head up while he stood, pulling her up by the head and neck. He then walked slowly forward forcing her to crawl backward on her knees. She couldn’t see anything other than his curly pubic hair heading up toward his stomach. Again she began to breathe faster with the exertion and she starts gagging on his cock.
Still, he walked and steered her head by turning his hips. Gradually, they made it to the kitchen. She couldn’t tell what he was doing since she was staring into his muff, but she heard him rooting through the refrigerator. He walked a little more and heard him put something in a microwave. He went back to the fridge and took not one, but two beers out. _Christ! _ she thought. _I hope he doesn’t piss in my mouth! _
A minute later, the microwave chimed and he took out something that smelled like pizza.
Then he pushed her by the head back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa.
He turned the TV back on and started watching a football game. He started eating the pizza and sipping his beer.
He lifted his legs up and rested them on her back, and squeezed her head between his thighs as crossed his ankles.
She started working her tongue around his shaft finally trying to enjoy the scene. Unfortunately, he was enjoying it too and he quickly got hard again. Christine started gagging on his dick again as it forced itself to the back of her mouth and past her throat. She started choking as he, once again, shot a wad of cum down her throat. Her body started bucking again and her eyes started watering as she was suffocating and choking on his cum. After what seemed like an eternity while her lungs screamed in pain for air, his dick started shrinking just before she felt that she was about to pass out. This time, she was able to catch her breath a little quicker and suck some air in through her nose a little easier than before.
Brian seemed to get excited about something at the game as he jerked her head and yelled at the TV, “how could you miss that pass, you jerk!”
She heard him take another bite of pizza and another gulp of beer. A commercial came on the TV and then his limp dick started coming in her mouth again. But, _ghaaa! _ it wasn’t cum–he was pissing in her mouth! _oh god! Oh, gross! _
Thank god his dick was limp; she tried to gulp his piss down as fast as she could.
“hey!” he shouted. “you’re dribbling piss onto my sofa you filthy bitch!”
Christine tried to say, “I’m sorry, master.”
He yelled “oww! You fucking bit me, you damn whore!” as he slapped the back of her head with his hand.
Christine winced at the sudden sharp pain, but remained silent since she couldn’t talk anyway.
He stood and dragged her into the bathroom, grabbed a couple of towels, wet one, and then dragged her back to the sofa. He wiped the sofa with the wet towel and then placed the dry towel on the sofa and sat back down dragging her head down as he sat.
“you make me miss any of the game, and I’m really going to hurt you bitch!”
Christine tried to relax with her neck stretched and her head securely fastened to his crotch. His cock throbbed in her mouth almost continuously as he watched the game. Time crawled by as the football game slowly advanced. He drank one beer, and then pissed in her mouth again. As the game bore on, he drank the second beer and pissed in her mouth yet again. Christine thought this game would never end, but it finally ended when Brian jumped up, jerking her head up by the neck yelling, “whoohoo!”
He fell back down on the sofa, yanking her head back down again. A moment later, she heard a _pffft_ sound from under her chin and smelled his fart a moment later. The stench was so strong that she started to cough, causing his cock in her mouth to get erect, causing her to choke yet again.
Again, he stood and dragged her backward as she choked on his hard cock. She managed to catch a few breaths as he walked her to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with her chin resting on the cold front edge of the toilet seat.
_oh gross! _ she thought. _please don’t take a crap with my face plastered to your crotch! _
He started by pissing in her mouth yet again, which she managed to swallow without dribbling any down her chin. Then he farted once more, and then she heard a plopping sound accompanied by water splashing against her chin. The stink attacked her nose a split second later. He shit out another lump, and then another. She struggled to keep from puking.
Just as she felt that the urge to puke was about to overtake her, he stood, flushed, and wiped his ass.
He returned to the living room, still dragging her by the mouth, and sat on the sofa again.
He flipped channels and started watching a movie. She sat there patiently through the movie with her face glued to his crotch. Halfway through the movie, his cock got hard again. She was getting used to breathing with the head of his cock pushing itself down her throat, but then it started throbbing as he started moaning. Yes, he began pumping cum down her throat again. She resisted the impulse to gag as she swallowed his load. Pinching the head of his cock with her throat muscles as she swallowed only seemed to prolong his coming.
She caught her breath as he got small again. The movie played itself out, and then he stood.
He forced her back into the bathroom and into the shower stall. He leaned down and peeled the tape holding her diaper on, and pulled it off her and tossed it into the trash next to the toilet. Then he turned on the water and proceeded to take a shower. With her kneeling with her face pressed against his crotch, the splashing waster drenched her head and gushed down her face making it difficult to breathe. Still, she managed to take in air without inhaling too much water. _god!_ she thought as he took his sweet time in the shower, brushing his teeth, washing his hair, soaping himself up, rinsing off, and even shaving, the whole time.
She even had to piss by now, so she relieved herself, letting her pee mix down the drain with the shower water.
Finally finished, he stepped out of the shower, and then unbuckled the harness from her head.
She slid her mouth off his cock and handed her the package of diapers saying, “put on a fresh diaper, bitch.”
She didn’t answer, but obediently took out a fresh diaper and put it on.
He then grabbed her hair, pushed his cock back into her mouth, and buckled the harness around her head again.
The day almost over, he dragged her into the bedroom and stepped up to the bed, pulling his blankets down and pushing her back onto it. She crawled onto the bed with her feet at the headboard as he mounted her. As she lay on her back underneath him, with his legs straddling her head cock, he placed a pillow on her crotch and rested his head down. His weight upon her seemed to push his cock even deeper down her throat than before. Lying together so, he pulled the blankets up over her head and body.
She felt him squirm a few times. _god! _ she thought, _it’s fucking hot with my head under the blankets like this! _
She lay there under his weight trying to breathe without gagging. Then he started pumping her mouth. With her head strapped tightly to his hips, it felt like he was trying to rip her head off. Her neck was already sore from the rest of the day and this was sheer torture. After several minutes, he finally came yet again. He pressed his cock down her throat with even more force and pumped her throat full of cum. She wondered how many times a guy could cum in a day.
Finally satisfied, he farted into her nose, and then fell to slumber. Then the snoring started. She lay there awake the whole night, feeling crushed and straining to breathe under the weight of his body. Under the blankets, his fart took a while to dissipate. Even in sleep, his cock throbbed and quivered throughout the night, tickling the back of her mouth and once, even erupting in cum, presumably during a wet dream.
As the night dragged on, she felt the urge to pee, yet she held it in, not knowing if that diaper would keep her pee from leaking out onto his sheets.
Hours passed, and finally morning came. He stirred, yawned, and lifted his body up by the arms, forcing his cock deep into her mouth yet again. He peed down her throat and then pumped her throat full of cum.
He pulled the blankets off them, and dragged her out of bed by his hips. No longer able to hold her pee in, she pissed into her diaper as she crawled along in front of him.
He walked slowly into the bathroom, pushing her along with him as she crawled backwards on her knees and ankles. He un-strapped the harness from her head, giving her a beautiful breath of fresh air.
“you can change your diaper, use the toilet, and do what a woman’s got to do,” he said, “then I’ll be back for you in about ten minutes.”
He went off into the kitchen, and she took the opportunity to remove her diaper and use the toilet. She peed a little more, sponged all the night’s sweat off her body, and washed her face. She removed another diaper from the bag and put it on just as he opened the bathroom door.
She dropped to her knees when he entered, and he strapped her head back into the harness, returning his cock to its rightful place inside her mouth.
He walked back into the kitchen, took something off the counter that _clinked, _ then sat at his dining table, forcing her to kneel under the table with her head between his thighs.
After a while, she felt his limp cock stream hot piss into her mouth again. She swallowed it.
A moment later, he stood, returned to the kitchen to place his dishes in the sing, than dragged her over to his computer desk. Now he sat at his computer as she kneeled under the desk with her head strapped to his crotch.
He stayed there the rest of the day, occasionally getting hard then soft, coming once, and peeing a couple of times. The day dragged on like this for hours until evening came.
Finally, he stood and walked back to the bathroom. He un-strapped her head once again. She sighed, relieved to get a few clear breaths for the second time.
“well,” he said.
She looked up at him. “‘well’ what?”
“you hungry? Or thirsty? For real food I mean? Or are you too full of my cum and piss?”
“yeah, I’m a little hungry,” she answered as she stood.
_man, my legs fucking hurt from crawling around on my knees for two whole fucking days! _
She rubbed her legs for a moment then faced him.
“well, I guess you can shower or whatever while I nuke us some pizza, okay?”
“yeah, sure.”
He walked away towards the kitchen, and Christine took a well-needed shower.
She finished her shower and came out just as Brian was serving the pizza on the dining table.
She joined him at the table. She was wrapped in a towel, but otherwise they were both still naked.
“anyway,” Brian started to say, “I guess I can take you back to the train after we eat.”
“oh? You want to get rid of me now?”
“well, my ad said for 24-hours. You mean you want to be my cum-sponge for longer?”
“well, I don’t have to be to work until tomorrow morning. Maybe you would enjoy me in, well, other ways?”
They finished eating and Brian took Christine’s hand. He led her into the bedroom. He sat on the bed, pulling her onto his lap as he sat. He took one of her breasts in his hand and twiddled her nipple between his fingers. He pressed his mouth to hers and they began exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.
After a while, he fell back, pulling her down next to him. He rolled her onto her back and climbed onto her supine body, placing his legs between hers. He lowered his head down and kissed her again. She eagerly took his kiss and groped inside each other’s mouths with their tongues for several more minutes.
Christine knew how wet she was after this intense weekend, and she could feel his hard-on poking her pussy.
“eat me first!” she urged.
He crawled down her body. Now it was his turn to bury his face in her crotch. Christine moaned in pleasure as he licked all around her pussy. He licked her left thigh, up across her muff, and down the other thigh.
“oh, yes! Tease me!” she crooned.
He moved inward, licking up and down the creases between her legs and her pussy lips. Then he plunged his tongue into her cunt. He licked up over her hole up to her clit and back down again. Then he licked up along one side of her pussy, over the top of her clit, and back down the other side.
“oh man! Oh man!” she screamed. “suck my clit! Suck my clit!”
He obliged and began licking her clit and then sucking on it, sucking it into his mouth.
Christine never came so hard! She bucked and quaked as Brian held her clit inside his mouth with his powerful suction.
Christine caught her breath as Brian crawled back up her body, poking her pussy with his cock once again. She reached down and pulled his ass down, letting her impatience get the better of her. She felt him poking, trying to get it into the hole, and then he slid into her. She had a talent of her own–she squeezed his cock with her pussy muscles so tight that he let out a “yelp” of pleasure. She continued milking his cock with her pussy and it didn’t take long for him to explode into her, surprising her that he could come again and again over the past two days.
After Brian had spent himself, Christine said, “it’s _my_ turn now!”
“what?” Brian asked as Christine pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“yes, my turn! Good night lover,” she said as she gave him a quick kiss and draped her head over his shoulder next to his, and closed her eyes.
Exhaustion had its rewards as she fell asleep almost immediately on top of him as he stroked her back with his hands.
They woke together the next morning, so they repeated their performance.
Again, Brian crawled down under the covers and teased her all around her pussy until she couldn’t stand it any more and she bode him to suck her clit. As before, he sucked her clit into his mouth bringing her to climax so fast she could hardly believe herself.
He climbed back up and jammed his hard cock into her wet pussy and came one last time before they had to get up to leave.
Brian’s alarm clock rang out at 8:00 and they both took a quick shower together and hurriedly dressed.
Brian led Christine down to the garage and got back into thunderbird 2, and he drove her back to the path station in Hoboken.
Brian stopped the car, saying, “it was sure a fun weekend, Christine!”
“yeah, it was pretty good. I hope this wasn’t the last time you’ll want a cum sponge.”
“no, I hope it wasn’t the last time.”
“good! You have my number.” she gave him a quick kiss before she exited the car and hurried for the train to work.
* end *
Magical panties
Tuesday, February 26th, 2008 Magical panties
By: MONICA
One of the nice things about working in, as well as owning an adult novelty store, is the perks associated with doing so. I’m a people person, anyway. I love watching people. Often going to the mall to pick up one thing or another and finding myself sitting down, watching people walk by. It’s interesting to wonder what they are thinking about, who they really are inside. This is one of the reasons I love my job so much. When people enter my store, I have a pretty good idea of what they are thinking about sex.
Admittedly, the majority of clients who enter my store are men. Most of which are there to find something that will put the spice back into their sex-life, or pick out something that they’ve been harboring as a fantasy for a while, that they’ve managed to persuade their respective partner into going along with. Or at the very least, hoping they will. I do however get a fair share of women too. And they are, of course, the ones I really enjoy watching whenever they come into my store to shop.
Most women tend to buy gag gifts, things for bridal showers, things like that. Though occasionally, one or two will browse through the toy section, looking for a particular vibrator or dildo so that they might pleasure themselves or in a few cases, their female partners. Usually most of these women spend less than five or ten minutes inside the store. They seem to know exactly what they are looking for, searching briefly, selecting something and then bringing it up to me to purchase. Rarely do I ever get anyone who actually asks me for help, though this does happen. I love working with these kinds of women, as they seem to be more open-minded and at ease with themselves. More so than anyone else, including the men who come in.
As I like to do, I usually come in about an hour or so before the store opens. Generally I restock the shelves or straighten up the merchandise, though occasionally I may try out one of the new toys that have come in, especially if they are designed for a man. Though most of these are merely novelty items, which I’ve found actually have very little to offer.
I had just finished restocking some body oils on the shelf when I turned to see a nerdy looking guy standing just outside the door, peering in. “We’re still closed!” I said approaching the door and pointing at the closed sign, which had the hours, I was open clearly indicated on it. I watched as he looked down one side of the street and then the other, before turning back to face me. Just the way he acted made me a little suspicious of him; suddenly glad there was a locked door between us. Not that he looked violent, or even capable of being able to cause anyone physical harm, but as I watched him open a plastic bag he was carrying, I half expected to see him withdraw a gun or something. Instead, he reached in and brought out pair of women’s white cotton panties. The kind you would see sold in generally most stores, certainly not the kind I sold in mine. I looked at him inquisitively, once again yelling through the closed door.
“Not interested!” I yelled, knowing he could hear me, at least. “Now if they were crotch less…maybe!”
I honestly expected him simply to turn and walk away. But he did not “They’re not normal panties!” he exclaimed back at me. “I’ve invented something…and I think you might be interested in seeing what I’ve done,” he implored.
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the door letting him inside. He immediately introduced himself.
“Name’s Marty Wilder” he told me. Even his name sounded nerdy. I was almost afraid to shake his hand as he offered it to me.
“Benjamin Roberts”, I said introducing myself, “Though everyone calls me Ben.”
“Thanks for letting me in…Ben,” he began. “You’re the first person who’s actually been willing to see what it is I have to offer.” Once again he withdrew the pair of white cotton, obviously women’s panties. The fact they looked brand new still did not tell me anything, though I was curious.
“If you’re trying to interest me in a pair of women’s panties, it’s really not my thing. And I don’t care who you might claim actually wore them, it’s not something I’d actually be interested in.”
My comment seemed to catch him in mid-stride. For a moment, I thought he would stuff them back into his bag, turn and leave. This in a way was something I was now hoping for, already regretting that I had let him in. He smiled awkwardly, looking almost embarrassed.
“No…You misunderstand. They look like normal women’s panties, but they’re far from it. My panties are special…very special.”
Once again I was starting to believe I was standing there talking to some kind of a pervert, or worse. And not that I had any problems with any particular fetish of course, after all, I sold a lot of things a hell of a lot kinkier than women’s underwear.
He must have noticed the look of doubt on my face, worried perhaps that I was a second away from asking him to leave, which I was.
“Hear me out….please,” he begged. Being the people person that I am, I decided to give him a few more minutes. I was now interested in what he really did have to offer, or at the very least, discover what it was that he thought he had and why I would be interested in them.
“Ok…but keep it short. The store opens in fifteen minutes.” I told him.
Marty relaxed considerably, genuinely relieved. “I work for a major micro-chip computer factory,” he began. “Research and development specifically.” For several years I’ve worked on an idea I had, on my own time. With the access that I have to certain materials, as well as the freedom to work on my own in relative privacy, I eventually perfected, and made a very small microchip that’s designed to do only one simple thing. And that’s bringing pleasure to women.”
“Ah huh….” I said dubiously. “And just what does this little microchip of yours have to do with women’s panties?”
Obviously he was excited to finally be able to tell someone about his little invention. Opening a small tiny little envelope he poured the contents of it out on top of a white handkerchief he had spread out. What I saw were perhaps a dozen or so small razor thin translucent little disks no bigger than the size of an aspirin. Once again showing me the panties, he pointed directly at the crotch area.
“One of these microchips is inside these,” he said. “You can easily insert them into any woman’s panties, purchased from any store. As you can see…the chips are so thin that you can make a simple cut with any sharp razor, insert the chip between the layers of material, a tiny…very tiny dab of superglue is more than enough to hold it in place.”
“Yeah, right.” I said going along…becoming more and surer this guy really was some kind of a nut case. “Listen…I really do need to open the store,” I said, hoping to convey in not so many words that I was no longer curious or interested in his panties.
He was too excited explaining things to me though, to have listened. “The chip is triggered by body temperature, as well as moisture.” He said continuing. “It sends out a pulsating electrical energy wave that is very…stimulating.”
That got my attention.
“It does what?” I had started towards the door to turn the sign around and invite him to leave. Hearing what he had just told me, I froze with my hand still on the doorknob.
“These panties induce orgasms,” he said simply. “But the best part is…most women don’t even know why, or how it could possibly even happen, as there’s nothing to detect in the panties they’re wearing to indicate how…or why. They’re completely washable, the chips are virtually indestructible unless you burn them of course, and I’ve yet to find a chip that’s gone bad or worn out.”
“You mean to tell me…women wear these panties and simply experience an orgasm from doing so?”
“Well in theory…yes.”
“In theory?” I asked…suddenly thinking I really had been duped into some guy’s get rich quick scheme here, thankful that I had not agreed or worse, actually given him any money for his so-called climax-chips.
“I’ve only been able to test them on one or two subjects, without their knowledge of course…”
“Of course…” I said skeptical as hell, wishing I had never allowed him to enter my store.
“But both women appeared to have some kind of pleasurable experience, one eventually even fainting from it…though admittedly that was my fault because I’d sort of increased the intensity just a little too much I think.”
“Ok…you lost me,” I told him. “How do you increase the intensity of this little super-cum ship, or whatever the hell you call it?” I asked
“Well…that’s the other part I haven’t told you about yet,” he said, once again speaking in low tones as though worried I had surveillance cameras or microphones hidden inside my store, which suddenly…I wish I did have.
“There are two ways the chip can be activated. One is simply by the increase of body temperature, coupled with the slightest trace of moisture. So, in other words, if a woman becomes aroused, even slightly…the chip picks up on that. It begins to send out miniscule little pulses that a woman wouldn’t even associate with anything except her own body causing it to happen. She would initially feel nothing more than a nice “itch” any different from the first stirrings of arousal in any woman. The more she becomes aroused however, the greater the signal that begins actually to interact with the sexual nerve endings with a woman’s clitoris. Before she knows what’s happening…or why, she can actually experience an orgasm without ever having had to even touch herself.”
I know I was standing there looking at him with my mouth open in disbelief. But truth was, he had my complete and undivided attention now.
“Go on…” I prompted, letting go of the doorknob, having no intention of turning the sign around now.
Seeing that I had done so, he looked particularly relieved. “The second part…is that you can by remote control…activate the chip too.” Now he was grinning, and even more excited to explain to me what he had invented than he had been. And frankly…so was I.
“Each chip has its own private identification number or access code if you will. You can actually bring up the “clit-chip” program on your home computer, preferably a lap-top of course…especially if the subject is within view when you access the panties she’s wearing.”
I was not about to interrupt him this time, and found myself actually sitting down on the stool behind the counter willing to let him explain the rest of it to me, even if it took him all day to do so.
“Once you’ve accessed the memory, you can increase the levels of intensity, though I’d recommend if you’ve got the time and patience to begin at one…possibly level setting two but no more than that. That way she’ll subconsciously never really know why she became aroused…only that she did. Gradually you can increase the levels one at a time until you can see where it is that she’s actually experiencing pleasure. I’d certainly never go right to level seven, for a woman, it would be like having her clit licked…rapidly. And that WOULD make anyone suspicious I would think. But getting to that point slowly…gradually, you’d probably never even need to go any higher than a three or possibly even a four to see a woman eventually experience some sort of unexpected, unexplained orgasm.”
The sound of someone knocking at the door turned my attention from him momentarily. I saw a potential customer pointing at my sign, then at his watch expectantly. For the first time since I had opened for business, I turned a customer away. “I hope I don’t come to regret doing that.” I told Marty.
“I promise…you won’t,” he replied. “But…….”
Of course, I knew there was a but some place. I had known that from the beginning. But as they say, ‘in for a penny…..’ “Ok, what’s the catch Marty?” I asked, expecting the worst, hoping for the best.
“I’ve sunk every single penny I have into this,” he began to explain to me. “I’m completely tapped out, if I don’t recoup at least half of what I’ve put into it soon, I’ll not only lose my job, but I’ll lose the ability to even make any more of these,” he finished indicating the twelve or so tiny little disks still sitting atop the hanky.
“How much is half?”
“Fifteen thousand.”
“Jesus H Marty! That’s like over a thousand dollars a pair. No one in their right mind would pay that kind of money for a pair of women’s underwear, no matter how many times she was able to cum while wearing them!” I shot back at him.
“That’s just what I need to cover the start up costs,” he told me. “I can now make each chip for less than ten dollars. If we could just get enough of these out there…well, you can see the potential,” he stated hopefully.
“Like I said Marty…fifteen thousands a lot of coin, even for me.” Marty looked dejected, even reaching for his handkerchief. “Tell you what…let me have these chips of yours, for a week, maybe even two weeks. Plus…you show me how to access and use the codes from my laptop. I’ve got a couple of possible subjects to try these out on. If…they do as well you say they will. Then…we’ve got a deal. How’s that sound?”
“A week Ben. I can’t wait any longer than that. I’m already pushing it as it is.”
“OK…since tomorrow’s Saturday, give me this weekend, and the next weekend at least. I’ll need that time if I’m going to have any chance to try these out for myself. On Monday, if I think it’s worth taking the risk, I’ll have the money for you then. Deal?”
Marty did not hesitate, grinning as he offered me his hand. “Deal!” he said.
We spent the next two hours together going over the entire program. Marty downloaded the access codes onto my laptop, and showed me the fairly simple process on how to access, and gradually increase their intensity levels. He also explained to me that they had a range of over two miles, though at the moment, I could not see the practical application for that as I would much rather be close enough at least to see what was actually going on.
By the time Marty left, I had turned away at least a dozen customers, already worried and concerned that I had already invested more into this deal than it was really worth. At least I had the weekend to experiment a little. And I had two perfect candidates. Christy and Diane, my neighbors and unsuspecting friends.
I lived in one half of a fairly large duplex. I had been there for nearly ten years after my divorce, happily remaining single meanwhile. I rented the other half of my duplex out, which is how I had initially gotten to know Christy. Christy had moved in and we had gotten to know each other fairly well, after a time…even intimately even though she had a “girl-friend”, being more lesbian than bi-sexual actually. Diane had come to live with her a couple of months later. I had thought initially that she was the girlfriend, and was quite surprised when I found out a short time later, she was not Diane was in fact pretty straight-laced having grown up in a fairly strict religious family. She had been a high school friend with Christy, which is how she came to know her, eventually moving in with her, as she needed a place to live after she had moved out. All in all they made for a fairly strange pair of friends as well as roommates, especially as Diane was not very approving of Christy’s intimate relationship with another woman. This was one reason Christy’s girlfriend rarely if ever came over unless Diane was not planning on being there.
Christy worked as an X-ray technician at a local nearby clinic. Diane was a flight attendant, so she was periodically away which Christy enjoyed as she could then invite her lover over without bumping heads with Diane over it.
I had installed a fairly large pool in the backyard, seeing no reason to divide the property, allowing both myself as well as the tenants to have access to it, which had been a main factor in getting and keeping fairly decent renters. I eventually left work leaving my two employees to run things and headed home. I knew Christy would be open to hearing what I had to tell her, deciding she would be the best one to try these ‘Magic Panties’ of Marty’s on first. Christy was lying out by the pool when I arrived. Though I had gotten home a little earlier than usual, it was not any big surprise to find her lying out without her top on. I made no pretense of trying to hide my approach either.
“Hi Christy.” I said simply… Crossing the back yard.
She had been lying on her back, though she did not exactly cover the fact she was topless, she did roll onto her stomach smiling at me. “Hi Ben…home a little early aren’t you?”
“A little.” I responded. “But that’s because I have something I want to tell you about…and then show you.” I said seriously.
I spent the next hour telling her about Marty and his invention. To my surprise, Christy sat there listening to me the whole time not even interrupting me once. She had gotten so interested, finally sitting up to become a little more comfortable, forgetting entirely that her full sized breasts were suddenly and very prominently displayed.
“Show me!” Christy said wide-eyed, obviously excited when I was done telling her about them. Reaching into my jacket pocket I removed the simple pair of white cotton briefs handing them to her.
“Put them on I said. But remember…for them to actually start to work, you have to be a little aroused anyway, unless you want me to get on the computer.” I added.
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem,” she said, standing up, removing her bikini bottoms without even batting an eyelash. “Though I would like to see what you mean by increasing the intensity level later,” she said lustfully.
Within seconds she had replaced her bikini with the panties. “I don’t feel anything,” she said disappointedly.
Once again, I began to wonder if I’d been had.
“Wait a minute….” she added a moment later.”Maybe I do after all!” Christy gave me a quick wondrous look just before collapsing down onto the chase lounge she had been sitting on.
I continued watching her as the look in her eyes became even more expressive. “Holy shit Ben…these are for real!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s almost…..almost like someone was gently thrumming my clit. Nothing major mind you…just a delicious little tingling between my legs, but the more excited I’m getting, the more I seem to be feeling it.” Christy shuddered involuntarily. “Oh Ben…it’s definitely working!” she finally admitted.
I watched as she slipped her finger down between her legs, pressing it against the material, in turn pressing the material against her self. “I don’t feel anything either,” she said in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to Christy. I think that’s the whole point, most women won’t even be aware that it’s in there unless someone tells them it is”. I watched as Christy continued to slide her finger up and down her cloth-covered slit. It was obvious that she was becoming more and more aroused by the sudden discoloration of the garment as it pressed against her suddenly very wet, very aroused pussy lips.
“Well?” I asked her. “Is it getting stronger or what?”
Christy looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
“Christy?”
“Huh?”
“What are you feeling right now?” I asked curiously.
“Shut up…gives me a moment, I think I’m going to cum,” she said by way of an answer.
It was evident by her reactions a moment later…she did. Christy even seemed to recover slightly, but then much to my surprise, she appeared to start the whole process all over again. “Good heavens Ben…I think I’m going to cum again!” she said excitedly.
By the third climax, Christy forced herself to remove the garment, holding it in her hand like it was some sort of a cherished friend. “Can I have these?” she asked.
And then I knew how I could persuade her to help me. “You can…if you’ll help me perform a really, really important test.” I told her.
Christy grinned almost evilly. “Diane?” I nodded my head smiling back at her.
“How?” she asked. I produced a small little envelope, pouring the contents out into the palm of my hand.
“With these.” I told her. “What I need you to help me to do is figure out which of Diane’s panties she’s most likely to wear over the course of the next few days. Then…we need to put these inside each pair. The tricky part is… You’ll need to somehow let me know if she’s wearing a pair of them that has these in them. Once you do…I’ll take things from there.”
Christy sat back smiling even wider than before. “That’s going to be fairly easy actually,” she said. “You’re never going to believe this Ben, but she wears those panties that have each day of the week on them? And even better…I know for a fact she wears them in order too!”
I had already known that Diane was flying in on Saturday, she would have at least a week before taking another transatlantic flight over to London. The window of opportunity was now; it could not have worked out any more perfectly.
“Then let’s get these inside her panties as soon as possible. I told her…starting with Sunday I guess?” I asked her.
“Probably…since I’m sure she’ll be wearing Saturday’s,” she giggled. “We just need to make sure that all of her next weeks undies are on top…all of which will have one of these little chips tucked away inside.”
“Then we’d better get busy.” I told her.
“How about after?” Christy questioned.
“After?” I said somewhat confused. “After what?”
“After…you make me cum again.” Christy said, already beginning to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my fly as she did. Obviously she did not need the panties at the moment…but I could not help but wonder if they had gone a long way in getting her here to begin with.
The feel of Christy’s warm velvet mouth engulfing my shaft took my breath away. She nibbled the head teasingly, licking up one side and down the other in slow tantalizing strokes, sucking me in…Engulfing me once again, sucking harder, firmer this time.
“Oh…let me get out of these clothes.” I said forcing her head away from me momentarily. “And maybe…we should take this inside.” I suggested.
“Why? No one can see us unless they’re using binoculars,” she said. “And even if they are…doesn’t the thought of that sort of excite you?” she said.
I finished taking my clothes off, spreading out the towel she had brought outside with her. “Lay down.” I told her. “I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re screaming.” I informed her.
“Now….that might alert a few neighbors,” she said laughing, laying down on the towel knees already bent, spread wide waiting for me. “Ok Ben…makes me scream.”
Christy and I had not been together all that often. The fact that she was into women more than men might have had something to do with that. But at the moment, she was the wettest I believe I had ever seen her. I slipped my tongue into the wet juicy folds of her slit, tasting the musky scent that greeted me, reveling in it like a perfectly aged wine.
“Damn Christy…I truly do love licking your pussy.” I told her.
Christy moaned. “You’re not bad either…for a man,” she added. I sucked her lips inside my mouth, chewing them gently…sucking, licking…chewing again.
“Actually Christy…I’ve always believed I was really a lesbian. A man trapped in a woman’s body.”
It had been a running joke between us, every time we had been together, few times that they were, she had always compared me to some of her women lovers. Each time however she’d let me off the hook by winking at me, sufficient ego stroking so that I at least felt “competent” in whatever I was doing to make her feel good.
“Hmm, I wonder what it would be like eating you with those panties on.” I said jokingly.
“Want me to get them?” she said seriously. I sucked her clit between my lips, pulling on it. “Oh shit…never mind! Just keep doing that!” she said groaning as I continued pleasuring that tiny little nubbin of flesh. Christy was soon bucking against my face, arching her back thrusting herself against my tongue. I’d already reached up, filling my hands with the softness of her breasts, toying and teasing her aroused nipples. Christy loved it when I did that, especially when she was close. I had learned how she liked it when I tapped them with my fingers, rapidly keeping tempo with the way I flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Faster!” she demanded. “Harder Ben…harder!” she screamed deliriously as she came.
For a moment or two…I really did worry about the neighbors.
Christy and I switched places. This time when her warm wet mouth took me in, I had no intention of interrupting her. She continued milking my prick with her hands as well as her lips, going so far as to insert the tip of her finger inside my ass, tickling my prostate, triggering within moments the orgasm that had been building. I’d never cum in her mouth, knowing that was one thing I never would do. Not with Christy anyway. The moment my orgasm began, she quickly removed my penis, placing it comfortably against her tits instead, where I joyfully began emptying a very large thick load of cream.
“Oh shit, Christy!” I groaned loudly, still trying to keep it down in the event someone really had heard us. Watching the copious discharge bathing her breasts was extremely gratifying, very sensual to me. Christy jacked my cock rapidly, delighting in each and every rope of semen that shot from the tip of my dick to cover her luscious breasts, as well as her chocolate colored nipples.
I remained on the ground for long moments afterwards, trying to catch my breath. “I’m going inside to shower,” she told me. “You can join me if you’d like…then I’d like to see what those panties can really do!” she said laughing. “Not until we’ve inserted the rest of those chips,” I told her, sitting up finally. “Then…maybe,” I said.
Christy pouted briefly…winked, taking her cute naked little ass into the house. I followed her seconds later. “Well…maybe after I’ve inserted something else,” I thought to myself as I chased her inside.
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We had finished inserting the chips inside several pairs of Diane’s “week-day” panties. Christy meticulously restacked, folded and ensured that every pair was exactly the way they were before we began.
“Have you got any of those things left?” she asked. I checked inside the small little envelope.
“One.”
“Cool. It might not be a bad idea to put that one inside Diane’s swim suit,” she suggested.
“Which one though?” I asked. Christy laughed.
“She really only wears one…that dark blue single piece thing. You’d think with a body like she has, she’d wear a decent bikini at least. But the only thing I’ve ever seen her wear out to the pool is that very modest one piece she owns.”
Christy quickly located it in another drawer, seconds later we’d inserted the last chip, once again folding it away back where it belonged.
“I wonder if the water from the pool will have any adverse effects,” I questioned aloud.
“Don’t know…might be another interesting test,” Christy commented. “But if nothing else, you should be able to watch her from your bedroom window if she comes outside to sit by the pool to sunbath, as she usually does on the weekends.”
“That’s true,” I said, considering the possibilities. “Now…maybe we should see about testing out the intensity levels through my laptop,” I suggested. Christy was already grinning, once again slipping on the white panties.
“Do you think we can remove the chip from these and put it in a pair of my favorite ones?” she asked. “Not that I mind these really, I just haven’t worn white cotton panties since high school.”
“Actually Christy…seeing you in those is pretty damn sexy,” I told her. “Sort of takes me back to my high school days.”
I saw a familiar look suddenly appear in her face. “All this talk…” she said with some difficulty.”Is already causing things to…to happen,” she said, grinning broadly.
Just watching Christy already becoming excited even without using the laptop made me wonder. “You think Diane ever fantasizes?” I asked
“Huh? What?” she said, grinning almost stupidly.
“Never mind…you’re already too far gone to pay any attention to me,” I laughed. Christy’s face was already screwing up in a look of rapturous pleasure. “Hurry up Ben, plug me in!” she exclaimed.
At the moment…there was nothing I’d rather do. But I turned on the laptop anyway.
Marty was right…I’d slowly increased the electrical pulsations inside the chip to a level five. Christy hadn’t made it past four before experiencing a fairly intense climax. She had begun the roller coaster ride through ecstasy when I increased it one more level, watching as she nearly doubled over on the bed, her hands down between her legs moaning and groaning furiously as she came one more time.
“Fuck Ben…you said that was only a level five intensity?” She was already skimming the panties off of herself, beads of perspiration dotting her face. “I think a six, certainly a seven setting would in all likelihood kill me! I hope you plan on going slowly with that thing…especially with Diane. If you’re not careful, you’ll freak her out. I’m not even sure she knows what an orgasm is!”
I hadn’t really thought of that. One thing was for sure, in the time I had gotten to know the girls; Diane had remained very private, very aloof about anything sexual. Christy had even tried to pry information from her, learning only that Diane was indeed still a virgin, believing that “that stuff” was only meant for marriage. As Diane had exasperatedly told her, after a lengthy, uncomfortable discussion when Christy had continued to press her.
“Yeah…I can see that I’d better go about as slowly with her as I can. I’ve already made arrangements at work to spend a little more time away from the shop. I have a feeling that I’m going to need it. Especially as I plan on following Diane around whenever she goes anyplace. I want to test her reactions, especially in a public place where I’m confident she won’t be able to say or do much of anything. Especially if she does become a little suspicious and begins to wonder if it does have anything to do with the panties she’s wearing. Though I don’t see why she would. I’m hoping she’ll just be confused and somehow begin to learn to deal with it…possibly even begin to enjoy the experience. If she does…I think Marty and I are going to become very rich men!”
“Well…she and I are scheduled to go to lunch together Sunday afternoon. That might be a good time to check things out too,” she told me. “That’s not a bad idea Christy. Especially if you’re going to that little outdoors café like you usually do.”
“We are,” she said smiling.
“Great! I’ll sit across the street at the coffee shop. You see what you can do about getting a table as close to the sidewalk as possible so I can watch you from there.”
“Will that be close enough for you to see much of anything?” she asked.
“I hope so…but I also came up with another little idea too.” I produced a small miniature microphone. “You’ll also be wearing this so I can hear what’s going on.”
“Sneaky.” Christy said fingering the device. “Maybe we should come up with a few private signals…something like that.”
“Now who’s being sneaky?” I asked.
“This really could be fun you know,” Christy stated, getting into the clandestine type mood of the moment.
“Sort like spy vs. Spy. You know…like the cartoon of the guy’s in the black and white hats and trench coats?” I asked.
“Yeah…only which ones are we?” she asked.
“Why…we’re the good guys of course!” I exclaimed. Christy frowned.
“Ok, we’ll wear black and be the evil naughty spy’s then,” I added quickly. Christy’s frown turned into an evil grin.
“Fuck me, you evil dirty little spy you,” she told me
#
Diane arrived home late Saturday morning. I’d gone into work, wanting to ensure everything was still running smoothly, though I had planned on being away most of the day when Christy called me.
“She’s home,” Christy said after I had answered. “She’s in the shower now.”
I glanced at my watch. “Good…I should be home in about half an hour,” I told her. “I’ll come in and head straight for my bedroom. Think you can convince her to lay out by the pool with you?” I asked.
“Already have…she’s planning on it. And…She seems to be in a pretty good mood too!”
“Good, that might help…you never know, I guess.”
“Should I wear the microphone?”
“That might not be a bad idea Christy. It will give us a chance to test it out at least. I’ll prompt you to maybe ask her certain questions too…I want to see if we can get her thinking in sexual terms before I attempt to do anything through the program.”
“Ok…I think she’s getting out now, see you in a few,” she said hanging up.
#
By the time I arrived home, heading immediately upstairs to my bedroom, Christy and Diane were sitting out by the pool. My blinds had already been closed at an angle, giving me a limited view of the backyard, but at least I could see the two of them in relative safety without being seen. Problem was, Diane was sitting in her chaise lounge facing the pool with her back turned towards me. About all I could see was the back of her head. Christy at least was sitting at an angle facing her, which gave me a pretty good view of her from the side. We’d rigged her CD player to appear as though she was listening to music when in fact, the earpiece she had on was the receiver so she could hear me talking to her.
“I’m here Christy. Re-cross your legs if you’re hearing me ok.” I watched as she immediately did that. “Good…now, I can’t see Diane very well from up here. Is she wearing the one piece with the chip in it? Take a drink if she is,” I said. Christy reached over to the small little table sitting next to her, picking up her iced tea and drinking from it.
“Cool…now can you say something to Diane so I can see if I’m hearing you ok?” I asked.
“So…Diane, tell me…did you meet any interesting guys on the flight over?” she asked her.
Diane responded, but it was obvious she was still too far away for me to pick up whatever it was she said very clearly.
“Christy…you’re too far away from her for me to hear her. Can you do something to get a little closer?” I asked.
I watched as Christy glanced up towards the sun, shielding her eyes momentarily and making some pretense of it giving her difficulty in seeing Diane comfortably.
“That sun’s bright,” I heard her say. “Think I’ll move my chair over on the other side of you,” she announced. Moments later she had repositioned herself, sitting right beside Diane when she did. Then I watched as Diane scooted her chair a bit further away from where Christy had positioned herself.
“Good old Diane,” I thought to myself. “Even around Christy she needs space between them. Almost as though she’s worried that some of Christy’s lack of inhibitions might rub off on her.”
Diane was talking however, so I listened carefully. “Not really…I worked First Class this trip which was nice, there was one guy who flirted with me a little,” she said.
“Alright!” I said again to myself. “Maybe she’ll start thinking about him and that will trigger the chip,” I thought hopefully.
“He was a real jerk though…” Diane continued. “On top of which, he was bald, fat and ugly.”
“Fuck!” I said into the earpiece. Christy coughed…giggled for a second.
“Sorry!” I heard Christy say. “I know it’s not amusing, Diane, but I was just picturing what you said, and it sort of struck me as funny.”
Obviously Diane must have given Christy one of her patented looks or something. There was a brief moment of silence. I began thinking that maybe I was going to have to access the computer chip after all if we were going to get anywhere here.
“There was one guy…he reminded me of Ben a little bit,” Diane said, from out of the blue.
I accessed the program, dialed in that particular computer chips code and set a level one intensity. I wasn’t about to let that comment go. If she was thinking about me, even remotely, I was going to act on it.
“Oh? How’s that?” Christy asked her, once again crossing, and then re-crossing her legs as though she was having trouble deciding which was more comfortable.
“Yeah…I heard that,” I said to Christy, talking over Diane as she’d already begun to answer her.
“….same sort of mustache, besides his eyes….”
Again silence for just a second as Diane suddenly quit talking.
“Diane? You ok? You look like something’s wrong,” Christy said, somewhat alarmed. This in turn, alarmed me a little too.
“Oh…no, I’m fine. Was just thinking about something there for a second, sort of got lost in the thought I guess,” she responded.
From above I watched, as Diane appeared to squirm in her seat a little. Subtle movements, but enough so that I could see she was suddenly uncomfortable for some reason.
“I think I’ll go for a swim,” she announced, suddenly standing up.
“Shit!” I said into the earpiece, watching Diane as she moved over to the edge of the pool, diving in.
Christy spoke to me directly as Diane swam beneath the water. “Well at least maybe we’ll find out if this thing works in the water,” she said openly. “What level have you got it on anyway?” she asked.
“One.” I said.
“Maybe you should go to two,” Christy suggested quietly, as Diane broke the surface.
“Why not…what have we got to lose?” I said back to her. “Though even Marty doesn’t know if it will work under the water.” I added.
“May as well find out,” Christy said, once again quietly. I set level two on the program. Diane didn’t appear any different, or show any signs that anything was unusual. For several minutes she swam a few laps, and then swam over to the side of the pool. Rather than climbing out however, she lay her head down on the bank, resting there.
“Diane…you sure you’re ok?” I heard Christy ask her.
“Careful Christy,” I cautioned her. “Don’t press it.” Once again I watched as Diane said something to her, but she was too far away for me to hear her clearly. In the next instant she pulled herself out of the water, walked by her lounge chair grabbing her towel, heading into the house.
“What happened?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear what she said.”
I heard Christy laugh. “I think she felt something,” Christy said, looking directly up towards the window I was looking out of. “When I asked if she was ok, she said something about feeling a little bit dizzy and decided that maybe she’d better go in and lay down for a while.”
“Damn,” I responded. “Maybe…but we really don’t know do we?” I stated. “Well, I guess that’s about all we can hope for today,” I said, giving in.
“Ben?”
“Yeah?” I said looking back out the window at Christy.
“All this secret, naughty stuff’s made me horny,” she said. I watched as Christy continued looking up at me, watched as she pulled one of the cups away from her breast, revealing that well-rounded tit of hers. She caressed it, cupping the fleshiness of her boob, and then fingered the nipple momentarily. “Like that?” I heard.
“Very much.” I told her, watching.
Christy reached down pulling the bottom of her bikini off to one side. Though I couldn’t see nearly as clearly at this distance as I would have liked, it was obvious what she was doing to herself.
“Can you see what I’m doing?” she asked.
“Sort of…not very clearly. But yes…I at least know what you’re doing…and it looks nice,” I told her, fishing my cock out of my pants as we spoke.
“You playing with yourself yet?” she asked, as though reading my mind.
“Ah huh.”
“Kind of kinky isn’t it?” she said. “Sort of like phone-sex, and though I can’t see you at all…you can at least see what I’m doing, yes?” I saw as Christy clearly inserted at least one, possibly two fingers inside of herself.
“Yes…” I said lustily, “You going to finger yourself off for me?” I asked her.
“I will…if you will,” she said. “I might not be able to see you…but at least I can hear you,” she told me.
“Hey…I just had a thought,” I said to her suddenly. “After we’re done here…go inside and see if she’s asleep or not. Maybe even find out if she’s wearing any panties….”
“While she’s asleep?”
“Why not? If she is…can you imagine?”
“How come we didn’t think of this before?” Christy asked. “Talk about sweet dreams!” Christy said with a little bit of awe and wonder in her voice.
“Yeah…something else to experiment with,” I agreed. “Anyway…show me those boobs of yours again,” I told her. I watched as Christy reached up, removing her top entirely, throwing it behind her. “Like this?” she said, grinning.
“Yeah…just like that,” I said, pounding my hard stiff cock towards release.
“Well?” I asked.
Christy had just returned from sneaking down the hallway. She’d opened Diane’s door just a crack and peeked in.
“I can’t tell. I think she’s asleep…but she has the sheet pulled up. I saw her tits though…so I think she’s actually naked.”
On the one hand, I was disappointed to discover she probably wasn’t wearing any panties. On the other…
“You could see her tits though huh?” I asked again, wickedly. Christy smiled…
“Go see for yourself…just be fucking careful,” she warned me. “If she catches you…”
Christy didn’t need to finish that one. If Diane did catch me peeking at her, there would be hell to pay. I crept down the hall towards her room. My heart was beating so fast I was worried that she might actually hear it. Not to mention my breathing, which I held as I approached her door, slowly…carefully turning the knob, then pushing it open just barely.
I almost closed it just as quickly. I saw Diane move, but it wasn’t as though she was getting up, or even aware that her door had been opened, if even just a crack. Beneath the sheet, I saw her bend her knee, forcing the sheet up into a mini tent, still lying on her back while she did. The best part however, was that the sheet fell even further away from her breasts when she did that. Diane certainly wasn’t large breasted. Her boobs weren’t nearly as big as Christy’s, for that matter, but they were certainly beautiful. Small busted would be perhaps the correct term, though far from being flat chested by any stretch of the imagination. Standing there at the doorway peering in with one eye only, I got a wonderful glimpse not only of her tits with the light pink small sized areola’s capping each one, but saw what I could only believe was a very subtle movement taking place beneath the sheet as first one leg bent, then the other. On top of that…she moaned. Not wanting to press my luck, I immediately closed the door just as quietly and as slowly as I had opened it.
Christy was still waiting for me at the end of the hallway leading back into the living room. “Well? Did you get to see her titties?”
I was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Yeah…and even better, I saw her bend her knees beneath the sheet, then watched as the sheet moved up and down slightly. I think she was masturbating!”
“No shit! Really? Diane?”
“Yeah…really, I think she was!” I said still grinning. “Damn…wish I’d taken her to level three at least,” I pondered.
“I have a feeling she’s taking herself there now…maybe even to a four,” Christy snickered. “Why don’t we go back to your place and you can take me to a four…maybe even a five,” she said wickedly.
“Hell…why don’t we go for the whole nine yards?” I asked her. “Why not all the way to a seven then?”
Christy looked at me…just about as wantonly as I’d ever seen her look. “You do that…and I might even let you cum in my mouth,” she told me.
I had no desire to leave things up to chance, I dropped by the restaurant a full hour earlier than when I knew the girls would be arriving. I tipped the waiter handsomely, not only for giving them excellent service, but ensuring that the table I wanted would be available for them when they arrived. I planted myself down at a table across the street at the coffee shop, bringing a paper along with me. Though the likelihood of being spotted by Diane was remote, I planned on hiding behind my newspaper as much as possible. Unlike out by the pool, this time I wouldn’t be able to speak to Christy directly, though I would…or should be able to hear anything and everything the two of them discussed. More importantly, I hoped Christy would remember all the various signals we’d agreed on. If she touched her hair in anyway, that would mean to increase the level. If she scratched her nose however, that was an immediate signal to decrease it. I hoped however that I would hear enough to have a pretty good feel for what was actually taking place, reacting to it, as I couldn’t actually talk to Christy or ask her any questions.
My biggest worry had been if Diane would actually wear her “Sunday” panties. If she wasn’t, I could end up wasting a lot of time trying to figure out which pair she was wearing. Thankfully, Christy had had the foresight to barge into the bathroom while Diane was in there, on the pretense of needing to pee beyond her ability to hold it. In doing so, she confirmed that Diane was in fact wearing her pink “Sunday” briefs. She’d managed to tell me that just before I left.
“Marty also told me there’s like a two mile range,” I told Christy. “I think to get a little bit of a head start, I’m going to program it at level one. The moment she comes within range, it will hopefully begin working on her. Maybe by the time you guys get to the restaurant, there will have been enough time that she’s at least starting to think in sexual terms.”
“Yeah right. Diane?”
“Well…she was playing with herself, or at least I think she was.” I’d responded. “Anyway, any edge we can get will give us some sort of advantage. When you’re two miles from the café, just be aware that it should start working. Sort of look for any odd signs of behavior, if by the time you get there and feel it’s worth jumping it up to a two…run your fingers through your hair or something.”
I’d been at the coffee house for half an hour when I saw the waiter I’d tipped lead them over to their table. Christy knew where I would be of course, quickly looking in my direction. Before she’d even sat down, I watched as she brushed her hair with her fingers.
“You’re kidding!” I said to myself. I already had my laptop open. I quickly accessed the code and set a stage two excitement level. I sat there listening to them discussing what they were considering for lunch, ordering…even talking about the weather. I’d expected that of course, waiting patiently. Christy and I had discussed her eventually steering, or trying to anyway…the conversation towards more intimate topics. As she’d expressed a brief interest in the guy on board the plane who’d reminded her of me, we thought it might be a good idea for Christy to bring up some made-up story by way of a piece of juicy gossip to see how Diane might react to it. All I was doing was waiting for the right moment and opportunity to for her to do it. It came unexpectedly when it did, as I sat there listening.
“Have you noticed that Ben never brings anyone home?” Diane asked. Christy was silent for a moment, surprised perhaps, as I was, no doubt trying to think of something to say to keep the momentum going. Diane didn’t wait for a response however, continuing.
“You don’t think he’s…..he’s….”
“Gay?” Christy burst out laughing. I almost fell out of my chair when I heard that.
“Heavens no Diane…I know that for a fact!”
“Ah oh….” I thought. “Careful here Christy.”
“Well I guess you might at that,” Diane said, with a little bit of an uptight sounding tone to her voice.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Christy responded a little testily.
“Well this is going to hell in a hand basket,” I said to myself. “If this keeps up, they’ll be throwing their lunch at one another…if they wait even that long,” I thought.
“I’m sorry Christy…I didn’t mean it to sound like that. I really don’t know what’s come over me, maybe I’m coming down with something. I just feel….well, I feel a little peculiar is all.”
I was half tempted to lower the setting back to one. It seemed that even a level two setting was becoming troublesome for her.
“I just figured since you also like women…that maybe you had discussed…well, you know sexual preferences or something. Actually…I guess I shouldn’t even be asking you this question, frankly…I don’t know why I did or why I suddenly started wondering about it.”
“Go! Go! Go!” I tried to will Christy from across the street.
I watched as Christy leaned across the table towards Diane in a conspiratorial manner. “Just between you and me? Ben and I have fooled around once or twice, but if Sharon ever found out, she’d kill me!” Christy told her.
Now it was Diane’s turn to sit there silently for a moment. “You and Ben?” she said in disbelief. “The two of you have….had….”
“Fooled around? Yes…a few times. Don’t worry Diane, it’s nothing serious, we just have fun every once in a while, that’s all!”
“You don’t think its wrong…fooling around with Ben outside of marriage?” Diane questioned her.
“Of course not silly. We have a good time, and Ben’s a very tender, very, very good lover,” she added.
I wasn’t sure if Christy had honestly meant what she’d just said, but it made me smile anyway. I was so involved in listening to their discussion that I nearly missed it when Christy ran her hand through her hair again.
“God…I hope you know what you’re doing Christy,” I said, punching in the number for level three now.
“And something else too Diane, as you are already well aware, I do generally prefer women over men. But Ben’s as good…if not better even than most women I’ve been with as far as his tongues concerned…he’s given me the strongest most intense….”
“I’m not sure I should be hearing this!” Diane interrupted her. “It’s….it’s…..oh my, can I have your water?”
I’d seen her drain her own glass just a few minutes ago. Now she was asking Christy if she could have hers. Obviously something was happening to her.
While Diane drank down her second glass of water in as many minutes, Christy picked up the tempo, turning up the heat as it were. “Anyway…like I was saying, he really does know how to pleasure a woman Diane, I’ve even found myself masturbating while thinking about it,” she confessed openly.
“Would you excuse me a minute?” Diane said suddenly standing up. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Once again I was half tempted to turn the level down. To my total and complete surprise however, I saw Christy stand up actually waving at me and running both hands through her hair frantically. Almost immediately she chased after Diane, heading for the bathroom.
“This could blow up in our faces,” I thought, but then reprogrammed Diane’s microchip to a level four setting. Even Christy had had an orgasm at this level. And I began to wonder if that’s what she was hoping for now.
“I hope you can hear me Ben,” she said suddenly. “I’m following Diane into the bathroom, her face is flushed…she’s obviously feeling something, and I think now’s the time to push things just a little.”
Though I could no longer see either one of them of course, I could at least hear what was going on. The sounds of a door opening, then closing, a metallic “click” sounding much like Christy had actually locked the bathroom door behind her.
“Diane? Are you in here?” Christy asked.
“Go away,” I heard Diane say. There was an obvious quiver to her voice, and she sounded even a little frightened. “I’ll….I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Open the door Diane,” Christy said softly. “I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Diane stated, obviously sounding not fine at all.
“I mean it Diane…if you don’t open the door, I’ll slide in beneath it…and I’m not looking forward to having to do that!”
“Please Christy….don’t! I…..I….I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m sure I’ll be fine in just a few minutes.”
“I warned you Diane…ok, here I come,” Christy said. The sound of the stall door opening could be heard.
“See? I told you….I’m………. (THUNK).” I sat there listening to nothing but silence for a moment.
“Ben? Can you hear me? If you can….go ahead and turn the chip off,” Christy said.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, startling the waitress when she came over to refill my coffee.
“Don’t worry…” Christy said a moment later. “I think she just fainted…oh, and Ben? I think she just finished cumming too!” I heard her laugh, making me feel greatly relieved, but also more than just a little worried and concerned for her also.
Again there was silence for a few minutes though I could hear the sound of movement. “Diane? You ok now? I think you must have fainted…or something,” she told her. “Here, let me help you up, and then maybe I’d better drive you back home,” she said.
“Oh Christy…I’m so sorry…it was just so strange! I don’t know what happened, one moment I was feeling….uh, feeling fine…then I felt a little light-headed, weak-kneed, and the next thing I knew, I was…….”
“Having an orgasm?” Christy said.
I dropped my keys in the gutter as I was about to insert them into the door of my car. I was still listening of course, but wanted to get home before them so I could be there when they got home. Hearing Christy’s comment stunned me. “Shit Christy……doesn’t over do it!”
Diane’s voice was so low I nearly didn’t hear her. “How’d you know?” she asked.
Christy laughed, though just as softly. “I saw the look in your eyes at the table,” she told her. “Which is pretty close to the way I look just before I do,” she said. “Haven’t you ever watched yourself in a mirror when you’re cumming?” Christy asked her.
“Fuck Christy!” I said climbing into the front seat of my car. “What the hell kind of a question is that? Don’t freak her out for hells sake!” I admonished her uselessly.
“No…” Diane said, simply.
“But admittedly…you do masturbate, yes?”
Again there was silence. “Can we talk about this on the way home?” she asked. “I feel sort of funny discussing this in the women’s bathroom,” she said.
“Of course…I’ll go out and get the check, meet me out front by the car. Sure you’re going to be ok?” she asked her again.
“Yes…yes, I’m fine now, seriously. I don’t feel weird or anything anymore…just a little something, different….” Diane laughed.
“I guess I can tell you Christy, you’re about the only person I think I could say this too. I actually think I’m horny!”
I nearly drove my car into a ditch.
“Oh yeah…we need to get you home, and quick too!” Christy said laughing with her. “We have a LOT to talk about, girlfriend…a LOT to talk about!”
I soon got out of range of the microphone. Though curious as to what else they had talked about, I could only hope that Christy would maybe fill me in later. I’d gotten home about fifteen minutes before they did, watching as they entered the house. I hoped that Christy would come over and say something to me, but it wasn’t until well after Diane had gone to bed that Christy snuck over to my place. I was preparing to go to bed myself, when I heard her knocking at the backdoor. I opened it, and saw her standing there naked.
“Well? You gonna ask me in or not?”
“Only if you promise to tell me what happened after you left.” I said. Christy walked over to me, reaching down, unzipping my fly and grasping my flaccid penis.
“After you fuck me,” she said. “Then I will.”
“I take it things went well after you left?” I said, feeling my prick growing rapidly as she continued to fondle it.
“Let’s just say she got me very horny on the drive home. Very horny in fact.”
We didn’t make it past the kitchen table.
Nearly ripping off my clothing, Christy pulled me towards the table, hopping up on it. “Hurry Ben…I need you!”
I moved towards the edge of the table. She was situated at the perfect height. Taking my penis in hand, I began teasing her already wet slit, running the length of my member back and forth, tickling her clit before allowing it to rest against her.
“Quit teasing and fuck me, you bastard!” Christy demanded. I slid myself against her one more time, relishing the heat and warmth of her split before slipping deeply, quickly inside of her.
“Better?” I asked, as I rammed myself into her fully.
“Oh fuck yes!” Christy groaned, thrusting back against me. I began a rhythmic coupling with her that soon had both of us racing towards climax. Whatever foreplay either one of us might have enjoyed had been going on all day. Christy was at a fever pitch, drawing me along with her in a frenzy of lust, passion and unfulfilled need.
“Harder! Faster!” she screamed, wrapping her legs around me tightly. I continued to slam into her with a rapidity that threatened to collapse the table. Barely touching it now, had she dug her hands, had particularly her fingernails into my back, raking me as her pleasure begun to build, taking her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy.
“Oh yes…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me!” Christy screamed loudly over and over again. I felt her tense suddenly, sucking in her breath, holding it. As she did, I felt my cock expand, felt the first tremendous discharge escape my prick, filling her cunt with fluid. She screamed…every ounce of her breath exploding from her lips in wild abandonment as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
#
It was quite a while before either of us had recovered sufficiently to even speak. “Damn girl…what was that all about anyway? Not that I didn’t enjoy it mind you…but shit. You gotta tell me what made you so fucking horny!” I said.
“The drive home? You never shut down the program did you?” she asked. I sat there for moment thinking.
“I thought I did,” I said finally. “But in all the excitement, I’m not entirely sure that I did…why?”
“On the way home…Diane was squirming, fidgeting around in her seat. I figured that she was still being stimulated somehow. Either you’d forgotten and left the program running, or she was causing it to work on its own by being aroused herself. Either way, I decided to try and take advantage of the situation. That’s when I asked her what she was thinking about back at the restaurant. If she hadn’t been as aroused as she already was, I don’t think she’d have told me. But since she looked like she was on the verge of having another orgasm, she was more than happy to tell me.”
“What did she say?”
“Well, I guess when I had mentioned that you and I had fooled around before, especially telling her how good you are with that tongue of yours…” Christy winked, “…Diane started imagining that. Coupled with the stimulation she was already getting, she became more and more aroused. She admitted to me, of course, that’s never happened to her before….duh. And she was really embarrassed by it initially. Anyway…telling me about it on the drive home, she got aroused all over again. And that’s when I wondered if you’d left the program on. It was at that point I decided to gamble a little bit.”
“Gamble? Christy…what did you do?”
Christy smiled, reaching down to actually touch herself as she remembered. “Listening to her, I told her to tell me specific’s, to describe to me what she was thinking about when she came. Surprisingly, she did. And she told me in pretty juicy detail, imagining you down between her legs licking her cunt, I began playing with myself…slipping a finger beneath my panties underneath my skirt. Diane knew what I was doing of course…continued watching me, AND telling me what had turned her on so much. The more she watched, talked…the more she became excited. Shit Ben…she joined me!”
“You mean to tell me she actually played with herself in front of you on the drive home?”
“Ah huh….she did. And even came again too! The only bad thing, the moment we got home, she raced upstairs to her bedroom, slammed the door…and never came out again.”
“Shit…I hope we didn’t freak her out,” I said.
“I think she freaked herself out,” Christy replied. “I’m tempted to believe that’s maybe the first time she’d ever been that horny…certainly that uninhibited. I’m serious Ben, she sat there watching me finger myself, and the next moment, and she’d lifted up her skirt, slid her hand down inside the front of her panties, and was doing the same thing I was!”
I glanced at my watch, it was nearing midnight. “I wonder if she’s still wearing them.” I asked. “Do you know if she sleeps naked, or what?”
“I’m pretty sure she just wears panties and a tee shirt to bed. At least that’s all I’ve ever seen her in first thing in the morning.”
“Hmmm, maybe now would be the time to experiment a little more,” I suggested. Christy followed me into the den where I open.
Joie Stone
Monday, February 25th, 2008 Joie Stone
By: Anand
The perfect autumn day at work got even better. I mean I just got a raise and a promotion when the telephone rang. I was asked to meet with a headhunter to discuss a position with another company.
The agent’s office was within walking distance to my place of work. I stopped at my car in the garage to pick up my sport jacket. I walked the three blocks in the muggy September afternoon. The agent was on the third floor, and not wanting to sweat, I took the elevator. The sign next to the name on the door said “welcome to the best times of your life!” The agent’s name was J. Stone. I knocked on the door and a sultry female voice asked me in.
I took three steps into the place, and closed the door, and froze; Joie Stone was drop-dead gorgeous. She was sitting behind a large mahogany desk sporting an ample cleavage in a man-tailored beige blouse. Joie asked me to take a chair, and she asked me to talk about myself. After some talking we agreed that the position and my background were a perfect fit representing a hefty raise on top of my current salary.
She walked around to where I sat and showed off the shortest brown leather mini skirt I’ve seen in some time. The brown boots she wore completed the sensual outfit. Joie decided to sit on her desk and I was shocked to see that she was not wearing anything under her clothes.
Joie caught me looking and spread her legs slightly wider allowing me a peak, but still leaving something to the imagination. She asked whether I was involved with anyone. I told her I was, to which she muttered something under her breath. She gave me the contact information and told me of my upcoming interview the following week. I was about to get up to leave when she gently pushed me back in the chair. “You maybe involved, but I still want to be the agent you’ll never forget!”
She opened her blouse and revealed a perfect pair of 38C breasts. Her nipples were like erasers with a perfect frame. Her nipples were as erect as I ever seen. She winked at me and sank to her knees and started to unzip my pants. I muttered some objections, but when she found my friend, who suddenly became my “happy friend”, and grew in Joie’s hand. She loosened my belt and with some assistance pulled my pants down so that I was sitting on the chair bare ass naked. Joie than kissed and teased the crown, and while cupping my balls she licked my shaft from top to bottom, concentrating on the bottom, where the nerves are. I let out a shriek and got harder than in some time. Joie teased me some and took turns in putting each ball in her mouth. She than took the whole organ in her mouth and commenced to bob up and down while gently, but firmly squeezing my balls. I started telling her that I was about to come, but thought better of it. When I felt the gush of release, she took it in stride and drained me to the point of no return. She cleaned me up and gave me a peck on the cheek and told me: “now you go get that job, and remember that Joie sent you!”
I left and kept pinching myself for these things just don’t happen to me; but they did and were to continue. My formal interview was set for the following Monday. At 9 AM I walked into the company’s offices about twenty minutes from my home. Both interviews were on the sixth floor. They were obviously waiting for me, and my meetings went well. I was offered a position subject to passing the company physical. Anticipating the routine physical I was expecting it in the next few days. They had other ideas, and requested me to return for a 2 o’clock physical on the ninth floor.
I walked into the nurse’s office and was asked a bunch of questions, and was told to undress and to put on a patient’s gown. A gorgeous nurse took my blood pressure and some vials of blood. The nurse, Olivia, was brunette and about 29. She didn’t seem to have anything under her nurse jacket, which seemed a few sizes too large, hiding much of her charms except the long athletic legs and sexy lips. She explained that after taking my blood pressure they need to take it again after the ‘release’. I inquired about the ‘release’, but she just told me to be patient. Within ten minutes she took me into an examination room and locked the door.
She removed her jacket revealing a pair of tanned 36D boobs and a shaved snatch, with the pair of gorgeous legs. This site caused my pecker to stir, but I told her that I do not care to stray as I’m happily married. Olivia than explained that they were looking for a certain individuals, whose blood pressure did not rise over 15% after the ‘release’. She helped me out of my patient’s gown, and took some measurements of my pecker and nuts. She told me to relax and to try to enjoy the ‘release’. She grabbed my pecker and began stroking it, while cupping and squeezing my nuts. Olivia seemed to enjoy this part of the examination, for I noticed her licking her lips and saw some juices coming from her shaved love hole. I was harder than in some time. She stopped to cuff the blood pressure monitor onto my right arm. Now she winked at me and increase the stroke speed causing me to buckle and I came all over her beautiful boobs. She measured my blood pressure and told me that it was close but I registered 13% over my last reading and she wished me luck.
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Graduation Party -2
Sunday, February 24th, 2008 Graduation Party -2
By: ISS
“I do!” Brad cried out as he followed her up the stairs. They all stopped the bogus game and followed Brad.
“Where is your sister?” Mary asked as they all grabbed their favorite donut from the box.
“I think she might be upstairs. I’m not sure.” Meagan grinned.
“She’s going to kill you.” Tara whispered to Meagan as Mary turned and walked up the stairs.
“MOM!” Janet’s voice screamed from above.
“Busted.” Mike laughed as he swallowed his whole donut. He grabbed another and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Sex can make you hungry.” Mike said not realizing Meagan’s father Fred had entered the house and was standing behind him.
“Mike.” Brad whispered and pointed back at Jim.
Mike turned and felt the worst fear of his life. Until the man smiled that is.
“I’m glad you found the donuts. We had to leave the movie early because my hearing aid died on me.”
“Your hearing aid?” Mike asked somewhat relieved.
“WHAT?” Fred shouted back at the boy.
“NOTHING!” Mike shouted back. The man smiled and turned around to see Alex running down the stairs only wearing his jeans.
“WHATS THAT ALL ABOUT?” Fred turned and asked the kids standing around eating donuts.
“DON’T KNOW DAD. WE ARE GOING BACK DOWN STAIRS TO FINISH OUR TRIVIA GAME!” Meagan shouted.
Jim leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I heard what Mike said. Let’s talk later.”
Meagan smiled and kissed him on his cheek.
The following week Mike opened the store door and Meagan was his first customer. He did not turn the “CLOSED” sign around and took her hand and led her into the back room.
“We have an hour before the store opens.” He said as his lips pressed down to hers. Her tongue quickly found his.
“Did you bring it?” She asked looking up at him with her baby blues.
He shook his head yes and pulled out the wrapped protection from his rear pocket. They moved over to the small cot and slowly undressed each other. They had not been intimate since the party and both were extremely horny.
Meagan giggled as he tore open the package and pulled out the rubber. “I’ve never did this before.” He said looking at her.
“Duh. Me neither.” She laughed.
“No. I mean I’ve never put on a rubber before.” He held it up and looked at it.
“I think I can figure it out.” She laughed. She took it from his trembling hands and calmly pushed it down over his Mount Rushmore.
“Thanks.” He laughed.
“Don’t mention it.” She said as she moved back and opened her legs.
“I mean it.” She said while he positioned his body until his prick pushed at her maidenhead.
“You mean what?” He asked panting.
“Don’t mention it. I know how you boys like to talk.”
“I won’t I promise.” He moaned as he pushed forward until he felt something give.
“Stop.” She said smiling.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He worried.
“A little but I’m OK. I just want to experience my transformation from a girl to a woman.” She smiled as she pulled him deeper inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Just remember you are my woman.” He grunted as he pushed in and out, in and out.
“And, you are my man.” She moaned as they raced to the finish line. Mike tried to hold back but his first experience into a woman’s body was too much. “Meagan. I’m com…………….ing.” He announced.
Meagan smiled as he unloaded his love deep inside her. She did not climax but she knew there would be more opportunities. She held him close and whispered in his ear. “Did you bring any more?”
Mike smiled. “Of course. A Boy Scout is always prepared.” He discarded the filled rubber and pulled out the new one from his jeans lying on the floor. He looked down at his limp tool.
“There’s one problem.” He laughed.
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of that problem. She turned her body and took his noodle between her lips. Less than 30 seconds later her mouth was full of his manhood.
The second time took a lot longer and it was Meagan whose screams shook the tiny shoe store. The cot pushed against the shelf and a small shoe box fell down and smacked Mike on his ass. “OUCH!” He yelled.
“What was that?” Meagan said as they both turned to see the small box.
Mike remained hard inside of her pussy as he grabbed the box and looked inside. “Shit. Look at this.” Meagan’s eyes opened wide when she saw its contents.
Mike and Meagan put the shoebox down and finished their lovemaking. Meagan was finally adjusting to the size of Mike’s tool and was now pushing back as much as she was taking it. The portable cot was about to fall apart and continued to bang against the wall. Just as Meagan climaxed they heard someone pounding on the front door.
“Shit.” Mike said stopping his pumping motion. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was ten minutes before the store was due to open. He drove his piston in once more but heard the pounding get louder. “Fuck.” He pulled out and quickly pulled up his jeans and slid his tee shirt on. As he tied his sneakers he noticed Meagan had not moved.
“Meagan hurry and get dressed! It might be my parents!”
“I can’t move.” She giggled. “I’ve been fucked to death.”
Mike laughed and threw her panties and bra to her. He peeked through the curtains and saw Meagan’s sister Janet with her hands positioned on the sides of her face as she peered into the store.
“It’s Janet.” Mike announced.
“Good. Now come on back.” Meagan begged holding out her hands.
“I have to open the store in a couple of minutes so we don’t have time.” Mike said shaking his head. Meagan had turned from a tomboy to a girl in heat. Mike opened the curtain and walked to the front door. Janet saw him and smiled. He opened the door and Janet stormed in.
“Is Meagan here?”
“Well……maybe………..why?” Mike stuttered. Janet walked quickly into the back room and froze seeing Meagan pulling up her pink panties.
“I hope you used protection.” She said until she saw the spent rubber by the bed. “Never mind. I guess my little sister is not a little girl anymore. Are you OK?” “Janet. What are you doing here?” Meagan asked pissed.
“I’m trying to warn you Dad is looking for you. I didn’t want him to find you like this.”
“What’s he want with me?” Meagan asked as she quickly pulled up her jeans and shirt.
“He wouldn’t tell me but he said it was good news.” They heard the bell signaling someone had entered the front door. “It’s him.”
“Hello Mr. Green.” Mike said nervously. “Hi Dad.” Meagan said coming through the curtains.
“What were you doing back there? Are you two alone?” He asked visibly upset.
“No Dad. I’m here.” Janet said laughing as she came through the curtains.
“Good.” Jim Green said. “This letter from State came for you this morning.” He handed her the unopened letter.
“They already turned me down for the scholarship.” Meagan said as she ripped open the envelope. She quickly read the letter and smiled. “The other girl turned it down and they are now offering it to me!” She said jumping up and down for joy.
Janet and her father both moved forward to hug her but Mike stayed silent. Meagan turned and looked at him. “I got…………” She was ready to say ‘it’ but realized that she would be living away from him now. They both were planning on going to the local university but now they would be separated.
“Meagan. That’s great.”" Mike said forcing a smile.
“Dad. I think we need to go home.” Janet said pulling on his arm to leave. Jim finally realized what was going on. “We will see you at home.” They left.
“I can still see you.” Meagan said as she pulled his body into hers. “I’ll only be five hours away.”
“Yeah I know.” He said kissing her on her forehead. “But, sometimes distance messes up a relationship.”
Both of them remained silent as they thought about being away from each other. Suddenly the doorbell went off and a man and woman came in. “I’ll call you later.” Mike said as he walked over to help the couple. Meagan sadly walked out of the store.
*****
Tara and Brad were sitting in Tara’s den watching TV and waiting for her parents to leave the house. Her mom and dad were going out of town for the weekend and were leaving Tara home alone for the first time. The only way they would agree to it was if Meagan and Heather stayed with her.
“Now you two behave yourselves.” Tara’s mom Carol said pointing her finger at her.
“We will Mom.” Tara said smiling. “I’m going to college next year so you have to learn to trust me.”
“I trust you.” Carol said. “It’s him that I don’t trust.” She glared at Brad.
“Mrs. Green. I promise to be good.” He said putting his hands up to shield him from her. They both laughed. Brad had been dating Tara since they were 15.
Tara was wearing a short skirt and tight blouse with new Victoria Secret baby blue thong and panties. Today was going to be her de-flowering and she wanted to look nice and sexy.
“I thought Heather was coming over?” Carol said looking at her watch.
“She should be here any minute.” Tara said trying not to be upset.
Heather pulled into Tara’s driveway and noticed her parents were still at home. She grabbed her small suitcase and moved to the front door.
“It’s Heather!” Tara’s Dad yelled when he opened the door. “I’m glad you are here.” He said to Heather while rolling his eyes. “Let’s go dear.” He yelled back to his wife.
“I thought they would never leave.” Tara said smiling. “Did you hear from Mark?” Heather had told her Mark had not talked to her since Meagan’s graduation party.
“No. I think he is still pissed. He suspects I fucked Alex when we were demonstrating that position on the sofa.”
“It did look pretty real.” Brad said. “You two didn’t really……”
“Of course not.” Heather lied. “Even if I did what difference would it have made? After all he did go down on Janet.”
“Going down and fucking are two different things.” Brad said.
“How would you know?” Heather asked pissed with his comments. She knew both Tara and he were virgins.
“I’ll let you know in about an hour.” Brad chuckled as he grabbed Tara’s hand to lead her upstairs. Tara smiled and followed her boyfriend.
“Probably two minutes.” Heather laughed as she watched the two walking up the stairs. Brad moved his hand behind his back and gave her the finger.
*****
As long as Mike was busy in the store he was OK. When no one was there he thought about Meagan leaving town. Today was supposed to be a special day. He would not be a virgin anymore. But he would have traded it if Meagan stayed at home. He realized he was being selfish but she was looking so good he was jealous she would find someone else. His buddy Mark was also going to State so maybe he could get him to keep an eye on her.
A light rain was falling as Betty Talbert pulled into the parking space in front of the shoe store. She had not been back to the store since the incident and felt nervous as she opened the door. She saw Tom’s grandson Mike helping a young boy pick out some shoes. He turned and waved to her.
Mike watched the mother and son leave the store and walked over to Mrs. Talbert.
“Hello Mike.” She said smiling. “I’m so sorry about your grandfather.”
“It’s OK. He died happy.” Mike said knowing he was looking up her skirt.
“I’m so embarrassed about that.” She said looking down.
Mike noticed she was wearing the same outfit she had on that day. “Would you like to try on some shoes?” He asked feeling his heart beat faster. His smile told her what he was thinking.
“You know I’m not much older than your mother.” She said shocked the young boy would suggest such a thing.
“You’re a very beautiful woman now and even before.” He said still smiling.
“Before?” She asked not sure what he meant.
“This morning I found an old shoebox that my grandfather hid in the backroom. It had some interesting things inside.”
Betty’s heart almost stopped like Tom’s did that dreadful day. He had told her he had thrown away those photos. Now his young grandson had them.
“You have to give those back to me.” She said sternly. “They should have been thrown away years ago. Since they are photos of me they belong to me.”
“But they were not just photos of you.” Mike said knowing he had the upper hand.
Betty thought back to that night many years ago. They were all camping out in the back woods when the party got out of hand. Tom, being the older one, got Betty and the other girls to dance by the campfire. He took their pictures with the Polaroid Camera as they danced and drank beer. She didn’t remember which girl started striping first but soon they were all topless. The booze lowered her resistance and that night she lost her virginity. She found out later that Tom had taken photos of everything. He had told her the photos were destroyed.
“If you don’t give them to me I’ll have to tell your parents.” She said firmly.
“I don’t think so.” He laughed. “I think it was my father who was in a lot of your photos. I don’t think my mother will be happy to see what you two were doing.”
Betty stared at the boy. Shit he was just like his grandfather, handsome and confident. She knew she would shock him with her next words. “Your mother was there too. How many photos did you find?”
“No way.” Mike laughed. His mother was the most conservative prude he knew. He realized she was serious. “Four pictures.” He replied.
“He took a lot more than that.” She laughed. “Maybe we need to look around some more?”
Mike looked at the clock. It was closing time. He moved to the door and turned the sign around to say ‘CLOSED’ and walked ahead of the older women into the back room. He had cleaned the storage room many times but his grandfather told him to not worry about dusting the tops of the shelves. If there were more photos they would be up there. He grabbed a chair and climbed up on top of it. The chair was wobbling so Betty quickly put her hands on his waist to steady him. Her face was only inches from his cute little ass.
“I feel something up here.” Mike said as he touched another shoebox. He tried to get it but it was all the way in the back. “A few more inches,” he said just as Mrs. Talbert’s fingers slid down to cup his ass cheeks. “Whatt?” He asked looking down at her smile.
“Keep looking.” She ordered as her fingers squeezed and caressed. God his butt was so firm. She thought about her own husband’s flabby butt who was probably napping about now. The photos had fired up some passion deep inside of her.
“A little bit more.” He said feeling his hard-on pressing outward. Her fingers were down moving down under his ass and up between his thighs. “Ohh!” He cried as her fingers cupped his balls. “Mrs. Talbert!” He was loosing his balance and had to grab the shelf to keep from falling. His body turned to face her. He held on to the shelf as he watched her fingers move up to the snap on his jeans.
“I’m going to fall.” He said as she unzipped his fly.
“Well hold on to something.” She laughed as she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees at the same time. His hard nine inch prick sprang straight out at her face. She jumped back and giggled. “You are just like your grandpa.” Her small fingers curled around its base.
“We shouldn’t….” He moaned as her face moved forward to allow her tongue to lick off the pre-come from the tip.
“Oh yes we should. It’s what you wanted before right?” She said as her fingers started to slowly stroke him forward and back.
“I guess SOO!” He groaned as her mouth moved over the crown.
She popped her mouth off and licked her lips. “Yep. Just like Tom. Why don’t you come down from there?”
“But the photos.” Mike said as he grabbed her hand to step down onto the floor. He almost fell because his jeans were now wrapped around his ankles.
“The pictures can wait. This can’t.” She giggled as she pulled him over to the cot. “You’re not a virgin are you?”
“Well no.” He thought. “This morning was the first………” He started to say but didn’t want to mention Meagan’s name.
“Good. Maybe I can teach you the right way before you pick up bad habits.” She pulled the long zipper down her grey dress.
“Bad habits?” He said watching the older woman toss the dress aside. Her full pure white breasts were overpowering her tight beige bra and her full white panties showed the light shadow of her bush.
“Sure. Men liked to stick it in and bam-bam they are done.” She laughed. Her thin arms moved around to release her bra. She knew her breasts still looked quite nice and watched his _expression as she pulled the cups off her firm mounds. Her light brown nips stood at attention.
“Did you and grandpa? You know?” He asked as her panties moved slowly over her sparse blonde and grey bush.
“Fuck?” She laughed. “No. We only played the teasing game. It was a lot of fun while it lasted. But, you and I will fuck.” She giggled using the ‘F’ word. She took his hand and led him to lie down on his back.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Mike said making a last ditch effort to stop it. “I have a girlfriend.” He said thinking of Meagan.
“Will you tell her?” Betty chuckled as she moved her body on top of his and aimed his tip at her juicy opening.
“No.” Mike said feeling his tip rub against her moist folds.
“Me neither.” She laughed as she lowered her body down onto his hard shaft. “OH MY! YOU ARE A BIG BOY!” She cried as her frail body took all of his length.
Mike’s body automatically started to quickly rise and fall. But, she smacked him on the side of his face. “SLAP”
“Ouch!” He said holding his cheek. “What was that for?”
“Slow down. This is not a race. Lie back while I show you heaven. ” She said as she moved her head up over his mouth.
“Kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. Run your hands gently over my back and ass. Mike did as she said. “Nibble not bite.” She giggled feeling his lips doing as she said. His large hands explored her back and hips. She started to rise again up his shaft and slowly back down.
“When you push inside make sure you rub against my clitoris.” She instructed. “You know what a clitoris is right?”
“No.” Mike confessed as he sucked on her earlobe.
“Give me your finger.”
Mike allowed her to take his index finger and guide it down between their bodies until she pushed the tip against the small but hard mound of flesh at the top of her slit. “Right there. Touch it for a while.” She moaned as she let his finger go. Mike now knew what the pleasure button was called.
Betty closed her eyes feeling his lips everywhere on her neck and ears. One hand was massaging her ass while the other hand played with her clitoris. Besides all of that his long rod was completely filling her up. “God. You’re a fast learner.” She moaned as she approached her climax.
Mike forgot about his own pleasures as he spent all of his energies on making her happy. “You want to go fast.” He sped up his fucking action. “Or slow?” He whispered in her ear. He could tell from her rapid breathing that she was almost ready to come. He was in control and grinned as he teased her.
“FASTER!” She screamed as she felt the fires igniting the dynamite between her thighs. “OH LORD I’M COMING!” She screamed. The bed once again smacked against the shelf and another shoebox fell hitting her in her quivering ass. Neither of them stopped to see what it was. Mike felt his dam burst and he held on to her small ass until he was completely empty.
“Did I do OK?” Mike asked with a smile.
“Yes.” She panted. “Damn good.” She rolled off of his body and picked up the shoebox and peeked inside. Mike watched as she pulled out a stack of old photos and looked at them. “Yep. These are the ones that I remembered. You may be interested in this one.” She held it out for him to view.
“Holy shit! Is that………?”
“Yes sir in the flesh.” She laughed.
*****
Heather turned on the TV to keep from falling asleep. Tara and Brad had been upstairs for almost 30 minutes. She moved back on the sofa and surfed through the channels until she saw a movement behind her. She jumped and held up the remote control to throw it until she saw who it was. “Tara? Are you OK?”
“Yes.” The young girl said while sitting down only wearing her new bra and panty set. “Things didn’t go as planned.” Just then they heard Brad moving quickly down the stairs and out the door.
“You have to promise not to tell anyone.” She said almost crying.
“Sure.” Heather said as she put her arm around her friend.
“He couldn’t get hard.”
“But, he was surely hard last week.” Heather said remembering how he looked when Janet pulled down his briefs.
“I know.” She sobbed. “He was as surprised as I was. It must be me.”
“Bullshit. Any man would die to have sex with you.”
“Thank you.” Tara said wiping her eyes. They heard the doorbell ring. Heather opened it to see Meagan. She did not look too happy either. “What’s wrong with you?”
Meagan walked in to see Tara crying. “What’s wrong with her?”
They all moved together and hugged. Meagan told them her good news and the reaction from Mike after they had made love. Tara told her about Brad’s failure to take her cherry. Heather told both of them that she had broke up with Mark. They all looked at each other and bawled.
*****
Both Mark and Brad were sitting on Mike’s porch when he arrived home. “Whassup?” He said seeing them both looking upset. They quickly told him and he sat down between them on the step. “Meagan’s going away to college. She got the scholarship from State.”
“Fuck man. That’s too bad.” Brad said. The three of them just stared at the traffic passing in front of Mike’s house.
“I do have some good news.” Mike said with a smile. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Meagan?” Brad asked.
“Yes, and………” He grinned.
“Two at the same time?” Mark jumped in.
“Not at the same time but both were today.” Mike said proudly.
“Shit man. Tell us.” Brad said pulling his buddy over to him.
“Remember the lady who was trying on shoes when my grandfather died?”
“Yeah. Betty somebody.” Mark answered.
“Evidently she and my grandfather had something going for a long time. She stopped by today to continue it with me.”
“Shit. How old is she?” Brad asked.
“She said she was a couple of years older than my mom and she is 44.” Mike answered.
“You fucked an old lady?” Mark said loudly.
“Shhh.” Mike said looking behind him to make sure his parents were not listening by the door.
“She might be old but her body was like a young woman’s.” Mike said defensively. “And, God, she taught me how to fuck.” He laughed.
“Really?” Brad asked. “Do you think she will teach me?”
“I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone so how can I asked her?” Mike laughed at his buddy.
“Me too?” Mark asked. “Since I won’t be getting any from Heather I would love for her to do show and tell with me.”
“She said she would come by tomorrow at closing. How about you guys being there instead of me? Who knows she might just take you both on?” Mike laughed.
“Deal.” The both said at the same time.
***** Meagan told Tara she felt so bad she couldn’t stay and went home to call Mike but his parents said he had left with Brad and Mark. She changed into a long nightshirt, took out the letter and read it over and over until she fell asleep. *****
Mike left Brad and Mark at Mark’s house and decided to stop by Tara’s to talk to Meagan since she was supposed to be staying for the night. He knocked on the door and saw Tara’s face peeking out from behind the small curtains. “Mike.” She said opening the door a fraction.
“Is Meg here?” He asked.
“No. She and Heather left because I wanted to be alone.”
“Sorry to have bothered you I heard……..” He stopped realizing Brad was not supposed to tell anyone.
“It’s OK. Meagan and Heather know too.” Tara said. “Do you want to come in?”
“Gee. I shouldn’t………..you are all alone…….I should go home…your parents aren’t at home right?” He stumbled. Tara smiled and opened the door enough for him to see her right breast only covered by her pale blue bra. “Come in if you are coming in.” She giggled as she opened the door until her whole body could be seen.
“You sure?” Mike asked frozen to the spot.
“Yes.” She said softly as she left the door open and walked back into the house. The rear strap of the thong was squeezed down into her ass crack. Mike’s turned to make sure no one was watching as he moved into the house and closed the door.
He walked down the hall and looked into the den where she has disappeared to. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed smiling.
“If you want I’ll put on my robe.” She giggled. Her eyes locked on the huge bulge in his jeans.
“NO. I mean only if you want to.” Mike said blushing. Even though they had seen each other naked at the party they were not alone like they were now.
He started walking to the chair. “Sit by me.” She said confidently. Mike did as she said.
“Can I get you something?” She asked in the sexiest voice she could muster up.
“Something?” Mike repeated.
“Sure.” She giggled and uncrossed her legs. “Anything you want.”
Mike’s eyes moved to the dark shadow of her pubic mound at the vee in her panties. “Tara. Are you sure?” He asked. Things were out of control. Yesterday he was a virgin and now the third female today was offering him her body.
“Yes.” She whispered. “No one will know but you and me.”
“But Brad. Won’t he know when you do it?”
“Brad will be so happy he won’t even know his name.” She smiled. Her fingers moved to the small clasp between her breasts and released it. Mike watched as she pulled it apart to show him her young firm mounds and tiny small uplifting pink nips.
“Why don’t we go upstairs?” She asked as she stood and reached out for his hand.
Mike didn’t blink an eye as she led him up the stairs and into her room. The bed was messed up from her earlier dealings with Brad.
“I didn’t bring any protection.” He said watching her push down her thongs and lie back on the bed.
“Don’t worry I’m protected.” She giggled. She slowly opened the young tan thighs to show him her dark hairy nest surrounding her pink rose.
Mike quickly took off his clothes and moved up next to her. She grabbed his prick and pulled it towards her virgin target. But he stopped her. “This is not a race.” He whispered remembering what Betty had told him. “Lie back and let me show you heaven.”
Tara closed her eyes and for the next ten minutes felt Mike’s fingers and lips on every part of her body. His tongue made her nipples harder than ever before and his hands on her ass was driving her crazy. By the time he lined up his penis to enter her protective gate her body was screaming for him to fuck her.
She moaned out loud from the initial pain and he stopped as the huge tip broke through her hymen. “You OK?” He asked. Tara took a deep breath and said “yes keep going”. He did until he was almost all the way in and he could not go anymore.
“Go slow.” She moaned. The pain had turned into pressure and finally into pleasure. His fingertip found her small clit and massaged it as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
“Fuck me Mike.” She whispered as she curled her legs around his hips to hold on. “My pussy is yours.”
Mike kept his cool and composure like Betty had taught him. He was in total control until he remembered who was in those pictures. When he heard Tara’s screams of climaxing he joined her and filled her virgin hole with his juices.
About ten minutes later as Tara’s naked front hugged up against his back the phone rang. Tara had to reach over him to answer it. It was Meagan.
“Er…Hi Meagan.” She said with her face in a panic. Mike’s face also was drenched in fear as Tara’s nipple crushed against his shoulder.
“No I’m alone.” She lied. “Heather left.” She tried to move to allow Mike to move out from under her but she dropped the phone and it fell downward smacking onto his forehead. “AH.” He groaned. Then the phone crashed down to the floor.
Tara quickly picked it up. “Sorry I dropped the phone.” She said. “What? No. I said no one is here.” She lied again. “OK. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tara hung up the phone. “That was close.” She saw him putting on his boxers.
“You don’t have to go you know.” She said smiling.
Mike looked down at her beautiful body. “What did you have in mind?”
“This.” She giggled as she reached out to grab his soft penis. She pulled it until it was lined up with her small soft lips. They opened and engulfed the tip.
“I think I’ll stay a little longer.” He moaned as her lips moved down his shaft.
***** Meagan had known Tara long enough to detect when she told a lie. Someone was at her house and it wasn’t Heather. She called Mike’s house again but his mom said he was still out. She called Mark’s cell phone.
“Mark. It’s Meagan. Have you seen Mike?”
“Yes. Brad and I were with him earlier. We left him at Tara’s house. Aren’t you and Heather there now?”
Meagan’s mind quickly put two and two together. “No. I was not feeling well so I left Heather there. Thanks.” She said hanging up.
Tara’s house was only a block from hers so she pulled on her sneakers and quickly moved out of her house and down the street. When she saw Tara’s house she saw one light on downstairs and a light on in Tara’s bedroom. She moved over into the bushes and waited.
Mark thought about the phone call with Meagan and knew from her voice something was up. He broke away from Brad and decided to head to Tara’s to see what was going on. He also wanted to see Heather again to see if they could make up. As he approached the house someone called to him from the bushes.
“Mark. Over here.” Meagan said as she stood up into the light shining down from the overhead street lamp. Mark quickly walked over to her and ducked down.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked. He noticed she was wearing a long nightshirt.
“I think Mike may be in there with Tara.” She whispered.
Mark realized he didn’t want his buddy to be caught. “Mike’s not in there.” He said standing up. About that time the front door opened and Meagan pulled him back down in the bushes. “Shhh.” She whispered.
They both peeked through the shrubs to watch Mike move slowly out the door. Before he made it all the way out a hand and arm grabbed him. The door opened and Tara’s face, shoulders and naked breasts moved out to allow her lips to find his. “Thanks for making me a woman.” She said loud enough for Meagan and Mark to hear.
“You promised not to say anything.” He said as he broke from her grasp.
“Of course.” She giggled as she closed the door.
Meagan and Mark stayed still until Mike was far enough down the block. “That shit head.” She said.
“Meagan you know he really cares about you.” Mark said trying to help his buddy.
“Yeah sure. I know what he cares about.” She said angrily.
Meagan was so upset she did something without even thinking about it. Her body turned and pushed Mark’s down onto his back. She grinned down at him as she unzipped his jeans and reached in to find his semi-soft penis.
“Meagan. What are you doing?” He whispered.
“This.” She said smiling. Her fingers gently stroked him until he was almost fully rigid. “And this.” She giggled as her mouth slid down over his mushroom tip.
At that point Mark forgot about his buddy. Her tongue was dancing up and down his hard dance floor. “Oh God don’t stop.” He groaned but she did stop.
“What now?” He asked. She moved her hands up under her nightshirt and pulled down her white bikini panties. She threw them aside and straddled his hips.
“How do you know they did it?” Mark asked as her dampness sucked in the tip of his hard-on.
“Didn’t you hear what she said when he left?” Gravity moved her dampness down his prick. Luckily no one was walking by the moving bushes or they would have heard the grunts and moans as the two bodies slapped together. Mark’s finger moved up to find her braless breasts under the cotton gown but she pushed them away. “Only fucking.” She moaned as she raced to get off.
“Let me know when you are coming.” She glared down at him. She saw the veins in his face and neck rise to the surface. “Now.” He cried. She quickly moved her body off as his sperm flew up into the air like a fountain. “Meagan.” Mark said as she grabbed her panties and walked away.
“If you say a word about this to anyone I’ll cut it off.” She said not bothering to turn around and look at him.
*****
Brad walked down the lonely street heading to his house and looked at Heather’s house which sat two doors down from his. He and Heather had pretty much the same relationship as Mike and Meagan. They grew up together and spent a lot of time playing games in each others houses. He had never really thought about her sexually until the party the other night. When he touched her pussy it was the first for him since Tara had only allowed him to touch her outside of her clothes. He remembered her full delicious breasts. He needed a friend to talk to.
Heather was sitting watching TV in her cotton shorts and tee shirt when the doorbell rang. It was 10 O’clock and her parents were in bed. She hurried to the door and saw Brad’s face through the small sight glass. She opened the door.
“Hi. I know it’s late but I have to talk to you.” He pleated.
“Come in but be quiet. My parents are already in bed.” She moved aside to let him in.
“I’m so embarrassed.” He said. “You think about doing something as far back as you can remember and then when the time comes you can’t do it.” He whispered.
“I’m sure it happens to other guys as well.” She said trying to console him. “Maybe it was stage fright?”
“Stage fright?” He asked.
“Sure. You get so nervous you forget your lines.”
“Talking wasn’t the problem.” He groaned.
“What were you thinking when you were doing it?” She asked trying to help.
“I was thinking I wanted to satisfy her and was afraid I was too inexperienced or maybe too………..” He stopped. “Small.” “You are not too small.” She laughed softly.
“But Mark and Mike………”
“Sure they are bigger but you are big enough to satisfy a woman.”
“Yeah right.” He said holding his face in his hands.
Heather felt really bad for her best male friend. At the same time the conversation had stirred up some tingling in her loins. She smiled and whispered in his ear. “I will prove it to you if you want.”
Brad’s eyes opened wide as he realized what she was offering. “But…….” Her fingers on his lips stopped him. “No more talking.” She whispered.
She moved down on her back next to him on the sofa and pushed her cotton shorts under her raised ass and slowly down her pink thighs. She was not wearing panties and her flaming red bush appeared. Brad watched as her fingers pulled her shirt up over her full round breasts and hard pink nips. She bunched the shirt around her neck in case she had to get up quickly.
“Your parents?” Brad asked as he looked down at her full nakedness.
“They sleep like rocks.” She giggled. Her right leg moved up over the seat cushion until her pink folds peeked out at him. He remembered she was not a virgin.
Brad took a deep breath and released his jeans and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants and his boxers down over his hips until she reached out to stop him. “Leave them at your knees.” He smiled knowing he could pull them up quickly if he had to.
Heather looked at his penis and noticed how hard it was. She moved back and spread her legs wide and watched as he turned his body to lie between them.
Brad reached under his stomach and grabbed his hard-on. As the tip pushed against her damp opening he felt it getting soft. “Shit.” He moaned just like last time. But this time Heather pushed his hand aside. “You don’t have to satisfy me. I want you to come inside of my pussy.” She whispered as she lightly bit his ear. “Give me your cock.” She said talking dirty. “Fuck my pussy.” Her tongue slithered into his ear as she felt his prick jump in her fingers. Within seconds she was holding a rigid rod and guiding into her warm oven.
Brad’s eyes opened wide looking down into her hazel ones. “It feels so………..so……….so……….OHH!” He groaned. “It is Heaven.”
“Relax. Think about something else.” She giggled. He did feel so good inside of her.
“Like what?” He laughed. His hips began a slow in and out motion.
“Like the time I beat you in Mario Brothers.” Her legs moved around his naked hips.
“When did that ever happen?” He asked feeling at ease fucking her.
“Maybe it was Donkey Kong?” She chuckled. He was bringing her body up to a boil. Pretty soon her pot would boil over.
“I’m glad Mark is going away.” Heather said. “And, I’m really glad you are staying.”
“Me too.” Brad said feeling confident as he stroked steadily in and out of her.
“HEATHER. IS SOMEONE DOWN THERE WITH YOU?” Heather’s mom’s voice rang out from upstairs.
“Shit.” Brad said trying to pull out. But, Heather grabbed his ass and held him there. “YES MOTHER. IT’S BRAD!” She screamed back.
“HI BRAD!” Her mother yelled.
“HELLO MRS. JACKSON!” He yelled back not believing his prick was buried in her daughter’s pussy.
“GOODNIGHT!” She yelled. They heard her bedroom door closed. “You are fucking nuts you know it.” Brad whispered in her ear as his hips resumed their fucking motion.
Her fingers moved up under Brad and grabbed his balls. “Yes and they are your nuts.” She bit him hard on his earlobe.
“Ouch. That hurt.” He moaned.
“Shut up and fuck me.” She giggled and released his jewels. Her hands moved around to hold his prick deep inside of her. Well as deep as he could go anyway.
“I’m almost there.” She moaned in his ear. “Let it go.”
Brad saw in his mind the gate opened at the race track. His hips moved in blinding speed until his spunk shot into her depths. “Oh man.” He laughed feeling his release. “Me too!” She cried with her hand over her mouth to prevent her parents hearing her pleasure cries.
“Quick. Pull up your pants.” She said hearing the door upstairs opening again. She managed to pull her shorts up just as her mother walked in.
“It’s good to see you two together again.” She said smiling. “You spend too much time with that Mark guy.”
“We broke up.” Heather said while winking at Brad.
“Good. You are too young to get that serious. Brad. Stay as long as you want.” She smiled as she moved into the kitchen for a light snack.
“Stay as long as you want.” Heather whispered in his ear as her hand reached down to find the bulge in his jeans.
“I will.” Brad said smiling. He could feel life again in his shaft. “I certainly will.”
*****
“God where were you?” Janet asked seeing the dirt on her sister’s legs as she came through the back door.
“Where are mom and dad?” Meagan asked quickly.
“In bed.” Janet answered. “Where did you get so dirty?”
“How about in the dirt?” Meagan said smartly as she moved around her to go upstairs.
“Are those your panties in your hand?” Janet asked shocked.
“Yes. What about it.” Meagan asked glaring down at her older sister.
“Nothing.” Janet answered. Her little sister had definitely grown up.
Meagan thought about calling Mike or Tara but called Heather instead. She dialed her cell phone to prevent waking up her parents. Heather answered it on the third ring.
“Hi.” Heather said trying to get her breath. Just as the phone rang she had straddled Brad’s lap to fuck him again. Brad managed to reach her purse without pulling out of her. He watched her grabbed her phone and answer it while her body moved up and down on his pole.
“Have you been running?” Meagan asked.
“Kinda.” Heather giggled. “What’s up?”
“I saw Mike leaving Tara’s house tonight and I over heard her say he had made her a woman.” Meagan said softly.
“Really.” Heather smiled. “You think Mike fucked Tara tonight?” She had said it so Brad could hear it. “I’m really sorry Meg.”
Brad’s hands grabbed her hips to stop her fucking him when he heard what she had said. He was angry but not that much. He guessed since he was fucking Heather how could he be that mad at Tara. But, how could his buddy fuck his girl like that? “Are you OK?” Heather asked as Brad’s lips found her long hard nipple. “You did what?” Heather said stopping her own fucking motion.
“What?” Brad whispered. “What did she do?”
“God Meg. Why did you do that?” Heather listened to Meagan trying to explain why she had fucked Mark. “No I’m not mad. Mark and I broke up and I really don’t want to get back with him anymore. I think I have found somebody else.” She giggled looking down into Brad’s eyes. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get a good night’s sleep.” She told her friend. “I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight.” She giggled as she hung up the phone.
“Damn. Doesn’t that beat all?” Heather said resuming her fornicating motions.
“What? Tell me.” Brad said panting.
“Meagan thinks Mike fucked Tara tonight so she fucked Mark for revenge.”
“Tara fucked Mike and Meagan fucked Mark?” He repeated. “That makes it perfect because I’m fucking you.” He chuckled.
“No sweetie. I’m doing the fucking.” She laughed as her hips moved up and down, up and down.
It was four O’clock the next morning when Brad pulled his tired ass out of Heather’s door. He barely made it to his room before he collapsed on his floor.
*****
Somehow Mike made it up the next morning and arrived at the shoe store exactly at 10:00AM. He made it inside and was setting up the cash register when the door opened and Meagan’s mother Mary stood there.
“Good morning Mrs. Jenkins.” Mike said politely.
“Good morning Mike.” She said turning around to twist the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSE’. “We need to talk.”
Shit Mike thought figuring she had found out he had deflowered her daughter. He watched as she walked around him into the back room. She seemed to know her way around pretty well.
He followed her and stopped suddenly when she did.
“I want the pictures.” She said firmly.
Mike suddenly realized that she was the woman in the photos he did not recognize. Shit. She was the one that was fucking his father.
“Those were taken a long time ago.” She said somewhat embarrassed. “Betty told me you found them. You and I both know why they can’t get out.”
“I didn’t look at all of them.” He lied trying to pretend he did not know what she was talking about.
“Good try but I don’t buy an 18 year old boy not looking at naked photos.” She said not smiling. “It was a one time thing where some young people had too much to drink.” She said trying to make an excuse for her actions.
“So just give me the photos and we can forget all about it.” She crossed her arms on her chest.
“I won’t give you the photos because my father is in them too.” He said firmly. “I don’t think he wants those photos to get out either.”
Mary smiled at him. For someone so young he was smart and had balls. “Can we destroy them right now?” She asked softly uncrossing her arms.
He looked at her. “I know about my mother and your husband too.”
Actually Mary did not know that until he said it. She was so shocked she kept quiet for almost a minute while she cleared her head. That night in the dark woods everyone paired off. Her husband had said he had passed out.
“Good. Let’s destroy those photos too.” She said trying to act cool.
Mike moved his body up to hers until his chest pushed against her breasts. She moved back thinking he was going to molest her but he reached over her head to pull down an old shoe box. He took the box and opened it in front of her face. She reached inside and pulled out the old and faded Polaroid snapshots.
“God. These are horrible.” She said while looking at her naked body wrapped around Mike’s dads hips. “But I did look pretty good in those days.” She smiled. She was now about twenty pounds overweight with most of it in her ass and thighs.
“You still look good.” Mike whispered in her ear as he stood behind her. His hand moved to rest on her hip. She did not pull away. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the naked photo of Mike’s mom and her husband. She was on all fours while Fred fucked her from behind.
“I didn’t know they did it that night.” Mary said softly. “I thought it was just us.” Mike’s closeness was making her dizzy. His body slid back until he was directly behind her. His hardness was pushing against her large ass.
“Look at the others.” He whispered as his lips moved across her neck to her ear. He looked over her shoulder as she pulled out a photo of her standing naked. Her full breasts and hard nipples rose proudly above her flat stomach and blonde bush.
“Your breasts are so beautiful.” He whispered.
She laughed nervously. “They were.”
“They are.” Mike whispered as his hands moved over her shoulders and down over her massive breasts. He cupped them in his hands.
“Mike. We can’t do this.” She said not preventing his hands to caress and explored as they discovered her hard nipples.
“Why not?” He asked as his lips moved up and down her neck like Betty had taught him. “I won’t tell Meagan.”
Mary moaned as one of his hands moved swiftly over her stomach to press against the vee at the top of her thighs. She took a deep breath and turned until her mouth matched up with his. Her mouth was open as she pressed it against his young lips. Her tongue became the aggressor.
“We can do it but only once and only if you make me a promise.” She said as she fumbled down into his pants until she found his hard-on. She quickly released his jeans and pushed them down until his bare prick pointed outward. Her chubby fingers moved around it.
“Oh yes.” He moaned “Only once.” He forgot about the promise as he watched her pull her dress off and turn her body for him to release her bra. The bra was so big it had a four clasp device. He had only seen the tiny bras the girls were wearing the other night. He pushed and pulled but was only able to release one of the clasps.
She laughed. “Let me help.” Her arm moved behind her and with one easy motion released the bra. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and down off her creamy orbs. She turned again to show him her treasures.
“I never thought the day would come that I would be showing my tits to you.” She laughed thinking of all the time he had spent at her house from a young child on.
“Me neither.” Mike grinned as he fingers moved up to curl around her large boobs.
As Mike caressed her mounds she pushed down her half slip and panties. She moved down on the cot to her back and opened her legs. Mike went brain dead as he pushed his body down on hers and gently shoved his prick into her. Her whole body rose up when he reached the end.
“God. Just like your father.” She cried as he slowly and methodically fucked her. Their body’s slapped together as one until they were both about to come.
She reached up and grabbed a hand-full of hair on his head. “Promise me.” She said looking him eye to eye.
“What? Anything!” He cried wanting to finish.
“Promise me you won’t see Meagan anymore.” Her pussy was squeezing him deep inside her tunnel.
“What? Why not?” He groaned.
“Promise me!” She said again holding his prick frozen inside of her.
“OK. I promise.” Mike cried out wanting to come. “But why?” He asked as her body released his prick for both of them to climax.
“Because…….OH, OH!” She screamed. “IT”S BECAUSE…….I’M COMING!” She yelled. “SHE’S YOUR SISTER!”
Mike tried to stop when he heard what she had said. “OH FUCK!” He yelled as he came. Their bodies slapped until they couldn’t move anymore.
“My sister.” Mike said raising his head up to look into her eyes.
“Yes. Your father got me pregnant that night.” She said closing her eyes. “And, who knows maybe my husband got your mother pregnant as well. Your birthdays are only seven days apart.”
Mike fell off her body and onto the floor. Could it be true? “How can you be sure?” He asked as he watched her get dressed.
“A woman knows.” She said. “I didn’t know you and Meagan were involved until last night. You have to stop seeing her.”
“I really like Meagan.” Mike said as she took the photos out and tore them into tiny pieces before putting them back into the shoebox.
“Good. You should like your sister.” Mary laughed as she picked up her purse. “Just don’t fuck her.”
Too late, Mike thought as he watched her walk out the door singing some tune. “But I just fucked you. Doesn’t that kind of make you my step mother or something?” Mike yelled as the door closed. Mike laughed as he placed the shoebox up on the shelf next to the other shoebox that had a lot of similar photos. Who knows he might need them someday.
Later that morning Mike was ordering some new style shoes when he heard the door open and looked up to see Meagan standing there. “You asshole.” She said noticeably pissed off.
Mike stood back behind the small counter. Did she know about Tara or her mother? Fuck.
“What did I do?” He asked innocently.
“You know what you did. I was watching as you left Tara’s house last night.” “Meagan I can explain.” He said not knowing how the hell we would ever do that.
“Before you do I have to tell you something.” She said with her face softening up. She gulped and said, “I did it with Mark last night.”
“Shit Meagan. Mark doesn’t feel about you the way I do.” He said realizing how stupid it sounded.
“Oh yeah. You care so much about me you go fuck my best friend?” With that she started crying.
“Oh please don’t cry. I can’t handle that.” He knew the only way to shut her up was to tell her the big secret. “Meagan. I can’t see you anymore. I mean I can’t have sex with you anymore.”
She stopped crying and looked at him and started crying even louder.
“You don’t love me?” She said as she slowed down her sobbing.
“God yes. I love you so much it hurts.” He said as he moved around the counter to pull her body into his. Her face and wet eyes looked up into his and her mouth crushed against his own. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and pushed her body back.
“We can’t do this because I promised your mother.” He said.
“My mother. What does she have to do with this?” Meagan said pissed off again.
Mike had painted himself into a corner and the only way to get out was to tell her the truth. “Meagan you are my sister.” He said looking her eye to eye.
Meagan looked at him like he was nuts. Then she started laughing. “If you want to go and date Tara go ahead but don’t give me your bullshit.”
“God. I wish it wasn’t true but it is. My father is your father.” He said.
“How can that be?” Meagan asked realizing he was serious. “Way back when our parents had a camping party and got smashed. They all ended up sleeping together. Your mother told me it was my father that got her pregnant that night. And to make matters more complicated my mother slept with your father that night too. Our birthdays are almost the same Meagan.” He pulled her body back to his.
“I don’t believe it.” She said.
“I didn’t either until I saw the old naked photos. Remember the ones in the shoe box?”
“I didn’t recognize anyone in those.”
“It took me a while but I did spot my mother and father. I didn’t see your mother’s photo until today when she pointed herself out to me.”
“My mother came here?”
“Yes. This morning to tell me about you being my sister and to get me to tear up the photos.”
Meagan moved over to the chair and sat down. “This. I can’t believe this is happening to us. I finally get your attention and think we have a thing going and we are brother and sister? It’s not fair.”
As they sat there the door opened and Brad and Mark walked in. Mark saw Meagan and turned quickly to leave. He was worried Mike had found out about him and Meagan last night. “I’ll call you later.” Meagan said not even looking at the two boys. She quickly left the store.
“What’s up with her?” Brad asked.
“I think we can all stop pretending that we don’t know what happened last night.” Mike said glaring at Mark.
“Don’t give him any shit because I know about you and Tara.” Brad injected.
“Hey guys can we all just forgive what has happened?” Mark asked.
The three amigos, who have been friends, since the first grade, all smiled. “It was that damn spin the bottle game.” Brad said as the all put their arms around each others shoulders.
“We’ve always shared things so why not girlfriends?” Brad laughed.
“You’re taking this pretty good.” Mike said looking suspiciously at Brad. “Too good.” Mark also turned to look at a blushing Brad.
“OK. Shit you guys know me too well. I spent most of the night at Heathers.” He confessed.
“You fuck.” Mark said pushing him hard back against the counter.
“Hey. Brad’s right. Let’s forget it.” Mike said. Suddenly the door opened and Betty stood there smiling.
“I’ve got to get out of here.” Mike said winking at Brad and Mark. “You guys are closing up for me right?”
“Huh?” Brad muttered. “Yes. We are closing for you.” Mark said while elbowing his buddy in the side.
“Leaving?” Betty asked surprised as Mike walked past her.
“I have to go. Mark and Brad can help you.” He said smiling.
Betty lowered her eyes at first but then smiled.
Mike laughed as he walked down the side alley to get into his car. He wished he could have seen Betty taking on both of them. As he started his car he noticed the store key on the key ring. Shit. He had to go back.
Mike was surprised to find the front of the store empty so fast. He reached inside the door to disengage the buzzer so they would not know he came back. He could hear them talking in the back as he tiptoed to the curtain door that leads to the backroom.
“So what did Mike say about me?” Betty asked as she sat on the cot looking up at the two young studs.
“Nothing.” Mark lied. “Yeah nothing.” Brad added.
“Bullshit. I know how you boys like to talk. I guess there is only one way to shut you up.” She laughed as she reached forward to pull both of them up close to the cot. Her fingers quickly unzipped both of their flies and pulled out their hard-ons.”
“I’ve never had two at one time.” She smiled. Her hands curled around their pricks and she stroked them. “Who’s first?”
“Me!” Brad replied quickly.
“Good. We’ll save the big boy for last.” Betty stood and pushed the boy’s back as she stripped for them. Their eyes opened wide when they saw her garter-belt and hose and that she was not wearing any panties. “Is it OK with you that I keep this on?” She asked while touching the garter straps.
“Oh yes.” Brad said.
She pulled off her bra and moved to her back on the cot. “You know maybe I can do you both?” She guided Brad’s face to her lower stomach and pulled Mark’s mouth down to her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned as their inexperienced mouths licked and sucked her body.
Mike watched his buddy’s pleasuring the older woman. He wished he could join them but he needed to find Meagan. He left the key to the front door on the counter and headed out to his car.
Mike parked in his own driveway, walked around the back of his house to sneak around behind Meagan’s house. He jumped the small fence and walked around the hedges. He stopped when he saw Janet sunbathing on the back patio. She heard him coming and was sitting up drinking a Coke.
“Well, look who’s here.” She smiled.
“Hi. Is Meg home?”
“No. My mother and she had a big argument and they both took off somewhere. Do you know what they were fussing about?”
“I think so but I promised not to tell anyone.” He stared at the tiny bikini holding in her oil covered breasts.
“Why don’t you sit for a while? Maybe Meagan will return?” She pulled a nearby chair over next to her lounge chair.
Mike did as she said and sat back trying not to stare at her body. He remembered how smoothly shaven her pussy was at the party. It was causing a rise in his shorts.
“Would you put some lotion on my back?” She asked not waiting for an answer. She turned on her side and released her bikini top. The skimpy material fell from her bare breast. She made no effort to hide her hard nipple.
Mike’s fingers tremble as he spread the hot oil over her shoulders and down her slim back. His fingers stopped at the top of her bikini bottom.
“You can take them off if you want.” She giggled with her face looking downward.
“What if Meagan comes back?” Mike asked nervously.
“She just left so it will be a while for her to cool down.”
Janet lifted her hips upward to allow him to pull off her last article of clothing. She felt his trembling fingers pull the material down over her hips and off her feet. She lay totally naked before him. “Are you going to window shop or go for it?”
Mike poured some more oil in his fingers and slowly spread it across her soft buttocks. He heard her moan softly as he applied more pressure.
“So are you going to tell me what is going on with Meagan?” She asked as she suddenly turned to lie on her back. She giggled when she saw his reaction.
“Err….” He froze. Her body was so nice and smooth especially her pussy mound.
“Can’t talk?” She giggled. “You want to put some oil down there?” She said as she slowly opened her thighs. Her pink rose opened its pedals. He looked at her clit shining from the oil making it look like a pearl sitting in and oyster.
At first Mike thought that if Meagan was his sister then Janet was too. But his father was not Janet’s so she was not his sister. Good. He thought as his oily fingers moved up her calve, thigh and over her puffy swollen pussy lips.
“You know we have time but if you don’t pull those clothes off and get on top of me soon Meagan may come home.” She laughed.
“You mean?” He asked as his fingers found her clitoris.
“Yes. I’m yours if you want me.” She giggled and opened her legs as wide as she could.
Mike didn’t say another word as he quickly stripped. His prick was at max as he moved his body down onto hers. Her hand moved under him to caress his long dong.
“Umm. So big.” She whispered in his ear. “Put it inside me.” Her fingers moved around to his ass and he did as she asked. “Oh shit.” She moaned. “You’re filling me up.”
Mike pushed in and out as Betty had taught him keeping himself in control. He smiled realizing he had fucked all the women in this family now. He moved his body forward until his shaft rubbed against her clit each time he entered and pulled back.
“Where did you learn that?” She moaned loudly. She was so excited she took a bite out of his shoulder drawing blood.
“Ouch.” Mike groaned.
It pissed him off so much he started ramming his rod deeper and deeper into her. Her cries were louder and louder as they raced to completion.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She yelled as she came. “Now!” Their oily bodies slapped five more times until they both became still.
“Damn. Meagan is a lucky girl.” Janet said as she pulled her top and bottom back on.
*****
Meagan sat in her car at the Mall trying to calm down. When she got home earlier her mother cornered her and told her she couldn’t see Mike anymore. She steamed and stormed out of the house slamming the door on the way. Just because her mother fucked around years ago she was not allowed to see the guy she loved. She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to still see Mike.
*****
Mary also had to get out of the house. She wondered if Mike’s parents Beth and Jim knew about the photos. She had not paid them a visit for quite a while she thought at she knocked on their front door. Jim answered. “Mary.”
“Hi Jim. May I come in?” She asked with a big smile. The old photo had stirred up hot memories.
“Well I guess so.” He said looking nervous. “Beth and Mike are not here right now.”
“Good. I need to talk to you anyway.” She said as she pushed by him to enter the house.
“Can I get you something?” He asked still almost asleep. She had awakened him from his afternoon nap.
“No. You will need to sit down.” She said moving over to the sofa. He sat next to her but at least a foot apart.
“What is going on?” He asked.
“Mike found those photos your father took of us at the camping party.”
“Shit. He said he tore those up.” Jim said upset. “Mike knows?”
She shook her head yes. “I have something else to tell you that I should have said years ago.” She said squeezing her fingers together.
Jim looked at her puzzled at what it could be.
“Jim. Meagan is your daughter.” Mary blurted out.
Jim sat starring at her. He had thought the same years ago but was afraid to say anything. “I think its best to just drop this.”
“You’ve known it all these years haven’t you?” She said sitting up looking into his eyes.
“Mary. It’s only going to cause a lot of pain.”
“I think it already has. Mike and Meagan have been going out.”
“Shit.” Jim exclaimed. “Do they know?”
“They both know now. I couldn’t let it go any further. Both are really upset.”
“What can I do?” He asked.
“I think you need to talk to Mike. I tried talking with Meagan but she ran out of the house.”
“You’re right.” He said. “I’ll do it when he gets home.”
“Thanks.” She said smiling. Being this close to him was making her body come alive. “You know I’ve never forgotten how good it was that night.”
Jim smiled. “Me neither.”
Mary shocked him by leaning over and lightly kissing his lips. She held her lips against him to see what reaction she got. It was the one she wanted as his mouth opened to allow her tongue inside.
“How much time do we have?” She panted as she helped him remove his shirt and unbutton his trousers.
“Mike is due home any minute.” He said as he pulled her blouse off and released her bra.
“Let’s go down to the basement.” He said as he pushed his pants and boxers off. His prick was harder that it had been in the past ten years.
“OK.” She giggled as she ran down the hallway ahead of him only wearing her basic white panties. They were off her feet by the time she reached the old sofa. Jim moved up behind her and they both fell in a naked heap on the soft cushions. As he entered her warm oven she whispered, “Now don’t get me pregnant this time.”
“I won’t. The tube has been tied.” He chuckled as his hips drove his passion in and out of her.
*****
Meagan drove her car down her street and turned into Mike’s driveway. She needed to talk to him. She saw his car and smiled. Her knocks on the door were not answered so she moved around the house to look into his bedroom. As she passed the basement window she heard someone laughing. Her knees again got dirty as she leaned over and peered through the dirty glass. She gasped when she saw the naked breasts and face of her mother as she rode whoever was on the sofa. Shit. It had better not be Mike she said as she watched his hands move up to cup and play with her mom’s massive breasts. Suddenly his face moved up behind his hands and his lips opened to suck in her huge nipple. Damn. It was her mother and biological father going at it again. She moved back from the window and around to Mike’s room. She tapped but he was not at home. She started to leave when she heard someone coming through the bushes.
“Mike.” She said surprised.
“Meagan.” He said also surprised.
“I was looking for you.” She said noticing his shirt was open and his oily chest exposed. “How did you get so oily?” She said as she pulled his shirt open to look at his chest.
“And, where did you get this?” She asked moving her fingers up to a red mark on his shoulder. Mike knew there was only one way out of it and that was to lie. “I fell when I jumped over your fence. The oil was when I was sitting out in the sun after work.” He hoped she would buy it.
“You poor thing.” She giggled as she placed her lips on the red marks. Her tongue slipped out and moved down to flick across his nipple.
“Meagan. We can’t do this.” He said pushing and holding her back.
“Why not? Our parents are doing it?” She giggled.
“Doing it? Don’t you mean done it?”
“No. I mean doing it.” She laughed. She pulled him around the house and down to the small basement window. “See.”
Mike moved down and looked. His mouth opened wide when he saw Meagan’s mom bouncing up and down on somebody lying on the sofa.
“It’s your dad.” She said. Mike looked for another minute until he heard his dad talk. It definitely was his father.
“Let’s go over to my house.” She said as her fingers pressed against his bulge. Mike thought about Janet on the patio. “No.” He thought quickly. “Let’s go to my room.”
“OK.” She said excitedly. She followed him as he quietly opened the back door and t
Hot Shower Fuck
Saturday, February 23rd, 2008 Hot Shower Fuck
By: ISS
He awoken in a hot sweat that he known too often and to his dismay he found himself in his room. Nevil asks himself, was it all a dream or am I waking up from the best night of my life the sexually desire of his wildest dreams were met but was it all in his head. There was no time to think he needed to get ready for school with no time to waste. Turning on the shower he knew that his mind would never allow him to focus on the day ahead of him, it was just too tied up in his dreams. Nevil steps into the shower as a wall of hot water runs down his 6-foot brown toned body it was what he needed to get back to reality. As he slowly began to soap up his body first his arms and neck working his way down his chest to his southern part he couldn’t but help think how real it all felt how amazing that dream was as he softly put his hand around the tip of his penis he knew he needed to relieve himself of that stress building up within him.
He closed his eyes leaning up against the shower wall while water and stream mixed over his body, water ran down his front to where his hand was slowly ever so moving up and down the smoothness of the soap made even his hand feel like that of a girls, the girl he dreamt about last night and every night since seeing her picture. He repeated her name in his head over and over SEJAL SEJAL SEJAL. Sejal was the girl of his dreams ever so sexy and hot he wanted her from the first sight; the dirty and hot thoughts he had about her always got him hard and wanting her more. Her soft 5’3 95 lbs body was perfect thin, smooth soft and sweet: long legs leading up to the nicest pair of breast he could ever imagine he wanted to take them into his hands so badly rubbing over them till her nipples were hard as they could be begging to be sucked on.
Her soft and always full lips were calling to be kissed and slightly bitten on. She had everything to make any guys wet dream come true. Even that his hand was doing a fine job is curing him of his hard on Nevil knew what he wanted he wanted Sejal’s red juicy lips to be softly wrapped around his member “licking him like a lollypop and sucking him like a jolly ranchers.” So lost in his thoughts of Sejal he was shocked to near death when he felt another hand on his penis. He opened his eyes looking down first seeing a hand of a girl slowly rubbing his cock in her small but firm hand; moving up her arm taking in every little inch of bare skin whose ever hand this was Nevil already knew he was not going to mind her helping him out in the shower. He couldn’t believe his eyes standing there right in front of him was the sexy girl of his dreams Sejal her body shining with the light reflecting off of her honey colored skin smooth to the touch. She flashed that smile to kill for and the locked in on a passionate kiss that made its own stream then he fell back against the wall as Sejal used her hand to stroke his penis up and down. Nevil thought to himself so last night wasn’t a dream we did end up having the hottest sex all night long and many different ways but always feeling so great. Caught up thinking about things he has done and things he wants to do Nevil failed to see Sejal slowly get on her knees right in front of him he only knew when he felt her wet soft lips take his dick into her mouth the warmth he felt nearly made him explode but he held back not wanting to let it just end yet. The water was now hitting the back of Sejal’s head running through her hair and down her face which made for an even more desirable feeling that can handle be explained. ….
As she licked and rolled her tongue ever so softly and barely down the side of his throat and down to the center of his chest that it teased Nevil so much he couldn’t stand it. She gently sucked on him and all she can think about is how she could never get enough of him. He was touching and running his hands and fingers all over Sejal, feeling her, teasing her, wanting her. As his fingers reached down to her navel and then to side of her thigh she can feel the intense heat burning inside her. She wanted him so badly and they were just only touching and kissing and softly playing with each other. His fingers trailed up her thigh and she knew what was coming and next thing she knew his fingers were caressing her sweetest spot. She kept her balance as he slightly rubbed past her clit down the center where he inserted his finger into her. She let out a gasp and he felt her hot breath on her, which instantly made him want her more. Sejal was trying to keep herself up till he inserted another finger and slowly gently going in and out of her, she had let out a slight moan. As Nevil was speeding up the pace with his fingers she couldn’t help her knees as they were buckling and trembling from the intense pleasure and force she felt all over her body, Nevil sensed that and took hold of her knee with the other hand bending it towards him and wrapping it around, only to guide his fingers deeper into her. He could feel her muscles inside tightening around his fingers as she was about to come to an orgasm and her moaning was only getting more intense as she started gasping for air and slightly letting out soft moans of o0o0ohhs and making him go crazy by passionately calling out Nevil to him.
He just didn’t want her to finish yet, he wanted more from her and she knew him too well that he wanted more from her as well. He was playing this game with her and she knew exactly what moves to play on him as well, which only heated up this game further. The steam in the shower was so hot not only from the water but from the sexual passion. You could see Sejal’s handprints on the shower doors. As he withdrew his fingers she was already so wet down there not from the water but from her own juices, he looked deeply into her eyes as if they were asking her to do something to him and she looked at him back knowing what he wanted but asking him with her eyes as to why he must drive her crazy with teasing her like that. She knew how to play with him and knew what he had wanted, so she kissed him softly on the shoulder, slightly nibbling them and working her way down to his chest and her hand was still wrapped around his rock hard dick she knew what to do. She kissed her way down and his hands still wrapped around her body but now slowly reaching to the back of her neck and hair as she kissed her way down. He couldn’t believe she was going down further. Sejal had gotten down to her knees kissing his thighs and looking at his ever so long and thick member and thinking how much it satisfies her in every way. She was slowly massaging it up and down giving it gentle strokes working it up and then she made Nevil’s wildest dream come true. She centered herself upon it and looked up at Nevil as his looked down with anticipation and she had dirty keen eye look which only turned him on more and she gently kissed the tip of his rock hard pole and slowly taking her tongue and rolling it around teasing him.
She kissed up and down his long thick shaft and started slowly sucking on the tip. He felt the warmth of her mouth, which almost instantly made him melt. He wanted her to engulf his entire member but she was just getting started and wanted to play making him beg for her. He was caressing his fingers through her hair and she was now rolling her tongue on to his shaft as if she licking up a lollipop. She paused and let out a breath of cold air on to his member that made him tremble. He couldn’t stand this anymore. He wanted her to do it; Nevil wanted Sejal to suck on him and couldn’t wait any longer. He tried to push her head towards him signaling to her that she can’t stop and to go further. She knew he couldn’t stand the torture any longer and wrapped her lips around his shaft sealing it tightly. He can feel her wet tongue inside along with his pole rolling it around and she started to suck on him. Sucking on him as if he were a piece of candy. Her tongue just added to the amazing feeling he was getting from her warm mouth around his cock. Nevil closed his eyes and used his hands to run down and thro Sejal’s hair to the back of her head. He slowly massaged her neck and shoulders as she softly blew hot air on his member from time to time she took her mouth off his penis to allow some of the cold air in the room to touch his skin it sent chills down his back but felt really good too. Nevil was lost in the moment all he wanted was to feel her warm tight mouth and juicily lips wrap back around him. He used his hands on the back of her head to slightly draw Sejal’s mouth ever so closely to his dick she slowly opened her mouth allowing his now full and hard penis to slide inside of her. He thrust his hips forward while using his hand to push her mouth deep down his shaft the feeling was unbelievable to feel her wet tongue slide up and down and around his cock.
Nevil knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back his desire to come in her mouth but he was not ready to stop the hot shower just now. He lifted Sejal up from under her arms to her feet he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her tight up against his body water found its way down between them like a river of passion. Nevil kissed Sejal holding nothing back they tongues met in a dance while they kissed as his hands ran up her back letting her arch it so that his lips could find its way to her neck which he sucked and nibble on leaving his mark of hot wet love making down her neck. Nevil took Sejal into his arms raising her off her feet; Sejal wrapped her legs around her body holding on tight to never let him go. The heated couple pushed up against the shower walks kissing each other in the most sexual places. Nevil kissed his way up her neck to her ear he softly took her earlobe into his mouth then he whispers to her “I want you, I need to be inside of you and have my wildest desires with you right now baby.” Sejal is lost for words but knows she wants everything Nevil has just said she wants to feel him inside of her tight wet pussy, she wants to feel him drive in deep and hard with his movement of his hips that she knows will spend a rush of satisfaction through her body as she is filled like she as always wanted in her wildest dreams. Nevil carries Sejal out of the shower not even caring to turn the water off because even the sound of the water is apart of this sex act that will never end nor do they ever want it to end. He takes her to the counter of the bathroom and set her down on it but she doesn’t remove her legs around his waist she only loosens them so he can place himself in a better way so he can fuck her like they are dieing to fuck right now.
Nevil slowly moves himself around the outside of Sejals sweet wet pussy teasing her just a lil bit. He looks into her eyes in an asking way what is it that she needs so badly right now but before she is able to get the words out of her mouth he with one hard fast movement drives the tip of his penis inside of her. Nevil passionate kisses her shoulder biting on it carefully as he holds himself within the tight walls of her sweet spot below moving back and forth slowly letting her get used the feeling of being filled so nice by his big hard throbbing cock. Sejal leans back using her arms to support her body as her and Nevil move together on the counter he is now rammed half way into her and knows he just wants to push is so hard and give it all to her but he holds back for now. Nevil is moving in and out of her faster and faster getting deeper and deeper inside of her, his hands are holding onto her hips grabbing them with a strong force to pull her body up against his driving motion his lips and tongue have moved from her shoulders down the front of her smooth body he is now kissing and licking with his tongue all over her breast first on the left one he kisses softy around the nipple opening his mouth just wide enough to take it into his mouth. Nevil begins to suck on them with his tongue flicking over it till its hard then he uses his teeth to bite them softy at first then harder to send just a lil pain down her body which he makes feel better with more kisses followed by this his does the same thing to the other soft full breast. They feel so wonderful in his mouth he could just suck on them and rub his hands over them all day. After he is done sucking on her nipples Nevil goes and kisses her on the lips as soon as their lips met he slams his dick all the way inside of Sejal he can feel her moan while they kiss. …
And her moaning sent vibrations in his mouth and he felt it all over which made him want to pleasure her more. He continued kissing her deeply but she couldn’t take it any longer she couldn’t keep in her moans she needed to let out the pleasure wanted him to hear what he was doing to her. She broke of the kiss only to shut her eyes tilt back and to enjoy him fucking her. Nevil continued to slowly go in and out of her creating a rhythm but he went deeper into her every time. He started to buildup the pace and he can already feel her muscles tightening around his dick making it intense for both of them. She grabbed onto his neck and pulled herself up to him so she can get close to his ears. Sejal was still moaning ooohs and Nevil and breathing very deeply. He could feel her heart beating so fast. She kissed his shoulder and his neck and asked him to move it onto the floor to get into a better position and to make it comfortable on her. He grabbed her, kissed her, still inside of her he slowly pinned her down on the bathroom floor on top of the soft fur like rug.
Nevil repositioned himself and spread her legs wide enough for him to get fully inside of her. He lowered himself down on her to kiss her all over once again, and sending chills down her spine. He entered her again deeply and roughly ramming his dick into her and she screamed Nevil so loud, which only made him speed up his pace and fuck her hard. Sejals moans were intensifying and told Nevil to fuck her harder and faster. He teased her first since that’s his signature always tease then please, till she begged Nevil to fuck her so badly that she couldn’t take it any longer and so he did. In and out of her and her muscles were tightening and squeezing his dick inside of her. She could feel him building up the pressure and she was about to come and told Nevil she was going to. She could feel he was about to as well. Just then they both came together so fast so hard as she shut her eyes and just took him all in. She was all out of breath and her heart was beating so fast and she was out of breath. Nevil went in to kiss her but she had no kisses left she was to out of it. He felt her shivering and he just lied on top of her for a while till they both caught their breaths….
Graduation Party
Friday, February 22nd, 2008 Graduation Party
By: ISS
“Where are you going tonight?” Mike’s mom asked him as they arrived at home after the graduation ceremony. “Meagan is having a party.” Mike replied. He knew his mom liked Meagan since she had almost lived at their house for the past ten years. “OK. But, don’t stay out late.” She winked. Mike frowned and ran up to his room to get his jeans and tee shirt on. “How do I look?” Meagan asked her girlfriend Tara. Tara looked up from the Teen Magazine she was reading and gasped.
“Where did you get that dress?”
“Internet. With a credit card it is easy.” She giggled. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. The dress came down to just below her hip line. If she leaned over any at all anyone would see her new red satin thongs. She bent at the waist just to see the reaction of her classmate and good friend.
“Holy Mother of…” Tara exclaimed when she saw Meagan’s bare ass cheeks with the shiny red thong strap splitting the middle of her creamy buttocks.
“I guess I better not bend over huh?” Meagan laughed.
“Your parents will never allow it.” Tara laughed.
“My parents won’t be here. My older sister Janet is supposed to be watching us.” Meagan smiled. “I made sure her boyfriend Alex will be here and will keep her busy.”
“Mike is going to have a heart attack.” Tara laughed. “Has he ever seen you in a dress?”
“Not like this only in my school uniform.” She smiled. Only Tara knew she had a thing for Mike.
“I feel under dressed.” Tara said looking down at her tight jeans and haltered top.
“I’m sure Brad won’t mind.” Meagan giggled. Tara had been dating Brad for a little over a year and had reached third base. She was hoping for a home run tonight. Meagan just wanted to get up to bat with Mike.
Brad stopped by Mike’s house and they walked to Meagan’s which was only few yards away. “I think tonight will be the night.” Brad whispered as he pulled the Trojan from his rear pocket.
“You wish.” Mike laughed. Neither of them had gone all the way but like most senior boys they told everyone else they had.
“I’ve got two in case you might need one.” Brad said holding up the other rubber.
“Right. And, who might that be with?” Mike asked.
“How about Meagan?” Brad asked. Tara had told him Meagan had a thing for him but made him promise not to tell.
Mike laughed. “I’m not sure if Meagan even likes boys.” He had always thought of her as one of the guys.
Brad put the rubbers back in his pocket and they knocked on the door. Janet answered it.
“It’s little Mike and Brad!” She yelled so her sister and Tara could hear her. Janet was only 20 years old but acted like Meagan and her friends were a lot younger. “They are still upstairs getting ready.” She turned and led them into to the basement.
“Now be good down there because I don’t want to have to come down there and spank you.” She laughed.
Mike and Brad stared at Janet’s cute ass as she walked in front of them. Brad elbowed Mike and grinned. ”If you get bored Mike doesn’t have a date and you can spank me anytime you want.” Brad said to Janet as she turned.
“I have a feeling Mike will be busy enough.” Janet laughed as she watched the two 18 year olds walk down the basement steps.
“What did she mean by that?” Mike said as he sat on the large sofa in the corner of the finished basement. He looked around and thought about all the good times he had with Meagan as they played ping pong in the room and video games on that same sofa.
“Ready or not here we come.” Tara announced at the top of the steps. Brad sat forward as he watched Tara’s jean covered legs coming down the stairs. She smiled when she got to the bottom and looked up at Meagan standing nervously at the top waiting to come down. Tara grinned as she looked up under Meagan’s short dress seeing the front of her red panties. She thought about calling Mike over but Meagan would kill her.
“And now.” She announced. “A new Meagan!”
The two guys turned expecting to see Meagan’s jean covered legs but instead saw her bare ankles, calves, and thighs. Mike leaned forward trying to see where her clothing started. Shit. It better start soon he thought. Finally her red dress and her curvaceous ass came forward. He watched and waited because whoever it was it could not be Meagan.
Meagan almost fell down the last two steps as she peeked under the ceiling to see Mike’s reaction. She smiled when she saw his eyes opened wide and his mouth open as big. “Holy shit.” Mike muttered.
“Damn Meagan. You look hot.” Brad said at the scanty clad girl. His eyes took in her bare legs and even her full bust she had successfully hidden from everyone in the past.
Meagan smiled nervously and walked into the small room. She saw the look on Mike’s face and it gave her a warm feeling between her barely covered legs.
“Hi Mike.” She giggled. She pivoted to give him a full view of her curvaceous ass.
Mike couldn’t talk as he watched what used to be his tomboy buddy walk around the small table to sit next to him. His eyes never left her body and his mouth never closed.
“Damn.” He finally managed to say.
“If you don’t like it I’ll go change.” Meagan said smiling.
“NO!” He said loudly. “It’s going to take some time getting use to.”
Tara was happy Meagan was getting some attention but not all of it. She moved over to Brad and plopped down on his lap. “Hi honey.”
“Hi.” Brad said not taking his eyes off of Meagan’s short skirt. Only a few inches more and he could see all the way up to the junction of her tan thighs.
“Heather and Mark are here.” Janet yelled down the stairs. They all turned to see the two walk down the steps. Heather was also wearing a short dress but not as reveling as Meagan’s.
“I’m going home to put a dress on.” Tara said standing up. But, Brad pulled her back down on his lap.
“You look great in your jeans.” He laughed as her cute round ass bounced down onto the front of this jeans.
“Who else is coming?” Heather asked. She pulled Mark over to squeeze into a large chair.
“That’s it.” Meagan answered.
Mike looked around the room and realized he had been coupled up with Meagan. Heather and Mark had been going out for almost two years and Tommy and Amy as well. He could feel the heat radiating from Meagan’s bare thigh which was pressing into his own leg. He knew there would be some intimate stuff going on and was unsure how he would respond doing anything with his video game friend.
“Will your sister be joining us?” Heather asked as she put her hand on Mark’s leg just above his knee. He put his hand on hers and smiled.
“No. She promised to stay upstairs.” Meagan said still nervous to be sitting next to Mike.
“What does everyone want to do?” Tara asked. She could feel the rise in Brad’s pants under her ass. So far she had only touched him through his clothing and he had done the same to her. Tonight she hoped they would take it further.
“We could dance.” Meagan said trying to calm down. She pulled her dress down and walked over to the stereo. She forgot about her short dress and leaned over to select a CD.
Mike tried not to look at the bottom of her pink ass cheeks peeking out from under her dress. He wondered if she was even wearing panties.
“Uh Meg.” Tara laughed.
Meagan turned to see Tara pointing at the back of her dress. She quickly stood up right and blushed. “Oops.” She giggled.
Meagan put on the CD and turned to walk back to the sofa. She hoped Mike would ask her to dance. However the first song was a fast one.
“Come on.” Heather said to Mark trying to get him up to dance. Right now all three guys had full hard-ons and were not about to stand up. Heather laughed when she saw his condition. She reached over and took Meagan’s hand. “Let’s dance.”
Meagan was standing next to a hip grinding Heather and didn’t know what to do. She would be moving and wiggling her body for the first time in front of guys. The girls had danced together at slumber parties and had fooled around dancing in only their undies. But, that was with girls. This was completely different.
“Come on girl shake that thang.” Heather laughed as she took Meagan’s hips in hers and twisted and turned them.
Tara again felt left out watching the other girls getting all the attention. She jumped up between them and started grinding her ass in large circles.
The guys sat back and enjoyed the view. Heather’s dress moved up twice enough for all of them to see the bottoms of her silky white panties and even Meagan was starting to move her hips more.
“Yeah!” Brad screamed and clapped his hands. He wanted the girls to get down and get nasty.
“WHAT IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?” Janet yelled from the top of the stairs.
“Nothing.” Meagan laughed.
“Good.” Janet said. “Keep it that way.” She laughed and closed the door.
“That was fun.” Tara said laughing. The fast song ended and a slow one came on. She held her hand out to Brad and he accepted it.
Meagan sat back down next to Mike and watched as Heather and Mark moved up to dance close together. She could see the girls push their stomachs up to the front of the guy’s pants. She took a drink and sat back by Mike.
“So are you going to talk to me?” Meagan asked. She glanced down to see the tent still in his pants.
“I don’t know what to say.” He said. “You are so different.” He looked down at her body.
“You don’t like?” She asked smiling.
“Yes. I like it a lot. But we’ve been friends too long.
“Can’t we enter a new level of friendship?” She asked.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Let’s try.” She said as she stood and took his hand. He followed her up to where the other couples were grinding their bodies together and felt her body push into his. Her arms moved over his shoulders and her eyes looked up into his.
Meagan tried to act calm when she felt his penis pushing against her stomach. She moved her soft breasts forward until her hard nipples jabbed into his chest. Her body moved to the music causing her stomach to rub across his hard-on.
“I can tell you like it.” She whispered. Her face moved up to rest on his shoulder allowing her lips to press against his neck.
Mike easily forgot who he was dancing with. Her body was igniting parts of him never lit before. At first he tried to hold his body back from hers to prevent her feeling his passion but she kept coming. He looked over her shoulder at Mark as his hands cupped and fondled Heather’s ass. Mike’s fingers shook as his own hands moved down Meagan’s waist to the top of her hips. He could feel her thongs under the thin dress. Every five seconds his fingers moved lower until his whole hands were now covering her marvelous buttocks.
Meagan felt his hands on her ass and smiled. Her lips moved forward to plant little kisses on his neck. Although she was a virgin she did have some experience kissing from her last boyfriend. Her lips moved up to his earlobe and sucked it between her teeth. She nibbled on it.
Mike felt her lips and her stomach rubbing against him and it was too much. His fountain was ready to gush. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. He saw the passion of want and need. He tried to move back before it was too late and her soft lips moved up to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into his mouth just as he climaxed. “OH SHIT.” He moaned as he pushed away from her and ran into the small bathroom on the other side of the basement.
Heather saw what had happened and tried to do the same to Mark. She wanted to pull it out and do it in the open but knew her girlfriends were not ready for that just yet. Her fingers moved down between their stomachs until she found his erection. She squeezed and stroked him until he tried to pull her hand away. Too late. He pushed her back and gave her a dirty look. He ran to the bathroom door but Mike had locked it. He hurried up the stairs.
Tara and Brad didn’t know what was going on. They were so locked up together they didn’t even break away.
“Good job Meg.” Heather whispered.
“Did he just…?” Meagan whispered back to Heather.
“Sure did. I guess you were too much for him.” She laughed. They sat down on the sofa and watched as Tara slowly did the same to Brad.
Janet was sitting on the sofa waiting for a phone call from her boyfriend when she heard the basement door open and someone run into the bathroom. She was afraid it was one of the girls. She moved over to the bathroom door and heard the water running. She twisted the doorknob and slowly peeked inside. She gasped when she saw Mark standing with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. He was washing his stomach and pubic area. He saw the door open and the shocked look on Janet’s face as she looked at his semi-soft seven inch prick. She slammed the door.
“Shit.” Janet said to herself. She moved into the den and sat down. She had imagined her sister and her friends as kids but now seeing Mark’s prick and it being larger than her own boyfriend’s her opinion suddenly changed. She heard the bathroom door open and then the basement door. She sighed and waited for her boyfriend to call. Her body was suddenly on fire.
Mike cleaned up and dried his pants the best he could. Luckily jeans were easy to dry and hard to see any stains. He heard someone try to open the door and then run upstairs. He waited until he heard the footsteps coming back down. He opened the door and walked out like nothing happened.
Meagan was nervous as she waited for Mike to return. He sat next to her and she whispered. “Sorry.”
Mike whispered back. “I’m not.” She giggled.
Heather and Mark were not taking it as well. “What the fuck did you do that for?” He asked upset. She had embarrassed him in front of his friends and Janet had seen him with his pants down.
“You didn’t like it?” She asked.
“No.” He said sharply back.
“Good. Then you can do it yourself from now on.” She got up and walked over to sit in another chair.
Tara could see something was wrong with Heather and Mark. She thought she could break the ice if they played a game or something.
”Who wants to play a game?”
“What kind of game?” Heather asked.
“Any game.” Tara replied.
“How about spin the bottle?” Brad jumped in.
“We are kind of old for that aren’t we?” Mark said. Right now he did not want to kiss or be near Heather.
“Instead of kiss let’s do dares.” Brad said. “You only get to turn down one dare and if you do you have to take off an article of clothing. The person spinning the bottle will come up with a dare to the person it points at.”
“Sounds like fun.” Tara said. “I’ll get a bottle upstairs.” She ran up the steps.
“Do you want to play?” Mike asked Meagan who was now holding his hand.
“As long as you are playing.” She smiled.
“What are you looking for?” Janet asked Tara seeing her searching around in the kitchen.
“A bottle.” Tara said. “We are playing spin the bottle.”
“A kissing game?” Janet laughed.
“No a dare game.” Tara responded.
Janet was pissed her boyfriend had stood her up. She was bored and was still thinking about Mark’s prick. “Do you think Meagan would be upset if I played?”
“Of course she would but I wouldn’t.” Tara laughed. Janet followed the younger girl down into the basement.
“I thought you said you would stay upstairs?” Meagan asked her sister when she arrived in the basement.
“Alex stood me up and I’m bored.” Janet said. “Tara invited me.”
Meagan gave Tara a dirty look.
“OK but if you repeat any of this I’ll kill you.” Meagan glared at her sister.
They all moved the table out of the middle of the floor and sat in a big circle. “Who goes first?” Tara asked.
“Spin the bottle.” Brad replied.. Tara spun the bottle and it went around and around. It slowed and stopped on Mark. “I get to go first.” He smiled at Heather and she smiled back.
Mark took the bottle and gave it a big spin. It moved around and slowed. They all watched as it pointed to Tara.
“Be good or I’ll get even.” She said.
“OK. Go into the bathroom and take off your bra.” He said.
Tara smiled. “That was not so bad. I can do it here.” She moved her hands up under her shirt and released the front clasp. The guys watched in amazement as she twisted her arms and managed to pull it out from under her tee shirt.
“How did you do that?” Brad asked while scratching his head.
“Maybe I’ll show you sometime?” She giggled. Everyone could now see her hard tips poking out the front of her blouse. She tossed the small bra on the sofa. “My turn.” She spun the bottle and it pointed to Janet.
Janet was wearing a denim skirt and a halter top. She looked at the young girl and was ready for anything.
“OK. I dare you to kiss the boy of your choice for one minute.”
Janet immediately looked over at Mark who had been avoiding eye contact with her. She moved up and walked around the circle. She stopped behind Mark. Mark looked over at Heather and smiled as he turned and offered his lips to the older woman. Janet gave him the best she had. The others could see their mouths open and their tongues mixing together.
“A minutes up.” Tara laughed. Janet moved her lips away and smiled. She moved back to the circle. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike.
“This one is easy. Take Meagan into the bathroom and have a three minute date.”
Meagan smiled at her sister. Her being here was not so bad. Meagan quickly stood and walked ahead of Mike.
The door closed behind them. “Three minutes. Go.” Tara yelled.
“I still can’t believe this is you.” Mike said as he moved his lips down to hers. Meagan accepted his lips and tongue. Mike’s hands moved down to a territory he knew was OK. His hands cupped her round ass.
Meagan broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. “What’s different about me?” She giggled. “This.” He laughed as his hands moved over her ass cheeks.
“What else?” She asked excited he would touch her elsewhere.
Mike’s hands moved up her sides and to her stomach as she moved back from him. They both looked at his hands as they moved up until they brushed the bottoms of her breasts. He looked at her face to see a smile. It gave his hands the go ahead to move up over her soft orbs.
“Definitely these.” He said. Meagan’s eyes closed as a boy touched her breasts for the first time.
“Two minutes to go.” Tara yelled.
Mike toyed with her hard nips. “What else?” She asked with her eyes still closed. They both knew where his hands would go next.
“You sure?” He whispered. She shook her head yes. It was a moment she had dreamed about for a long time.
Meagan sucked in her stomach while his fingers moved down her abs to her stomach. He lightly touched over her pubic mound and to the junction of her thighs. Her legs opened enough for his fingers to trace over her virgin slit. She moaned when he touched her clit. His fingers moved lower to the bottom of her dress and under it. He touched the insides of both thighs as his fingers moved north.
Mike had touched his last girlfriend on her panties only. He had never touched hers or any bare pussy before. His fingers pushed against the soft satin panty and stopped. She really was a girl he thought. He curled his finger under the elastic edge and felt her silky soft pubic hair guiding the way for his fingers to her damp slit.
“Meagan.” He whispered as he moved his fingers up her slippery channel.
“I wanted you to be the first to touch me.” She moaned when he pushed against her hard pleasure knob.
As Mike’s finger moved off her clit she grabbed his hand to hold it there.
“Right there.” She directed.
She could tell from his fumbling finger he did not know much about a female’s vagina. The only real one he had seen was Mrs. Thompson’s the day his grandfather died.
“One minute.” Tara yelled.
Meagan wasn’t sure if she would get this chance again so she aimed her fingers at his zipper and found it. She pulled it down and reached inside. She wasn’t sure how it would feel when she found it but she had a pretty good idea how it would be shaped. Her fingers pushed thought his bush and across his hot shaft. Her fingers explored it as he explored her wetness. She marveled at its size. She guessed it was at least seven or eight hard inches. Her fingers moved around the crown and felt the slippery pre-come.
“I’m glad you are the first too.” Mike whispered. Her fingers were making him close to coming again.
Her lips sucked on his earlobe again and she could feel him about to explode again. He did not know how to bring her off. “Maybe we can have some other firsts?”
Mike thought about what she had said. “You mean?”
“Maybe?” She giggled.
“TIMES UP!” Tara yelled as she tried to open the door. Mike pulled his fingers out of Meagan’s panties and she did the same out of his pants. They rearranged their clothing and Mike kissed her one last time. Meagan opened the door and walked out blushing.
“Hey sis. Did you find anything in there you liked?” Janet teased.
Meagan kicked her lightly as she walked by. Meagan grabbed the bottle. Her body was now on fire and she wanted to see and experience more. She spun and it landed on Mark. Meagan wanted to see if everyone was willing to share. “OK. I want Mark to demonstrate his favorite sexual position.” Everyone turned to look at Heather. She frowned. “With Tara.” Meagan finished. Everyone looked at Mark and Tara to see if they would do it.
“Go ahead.” Heather said already upset with him. They all looked at Brad. “Fine with me.”
Tara looked at Mark and grinned. She had always liked Mark but he had been dating her girlfriend for such a long time. Tara stood up and met Mark by the sofa. “What’s your favorite position?” Tara whispered in his ear.
Mark smiled and looked at Heather. They only had intercourse three times and Heather was not one willing to experiment. “Girl on top.” He whispered back. Mark moved over to the sofa and lay down. His prick was hard from the time he heard what was going to happen.
“Like this?” Tara asked as she swung her leg over his hip and straddled his waist. Her pussy was directly above his bulge. “I’m glad I didn’t wear a dress now.” She laughed. She looked under her breasts to accurately guide her pussy to the tip of the tent in his pants. She gently touched it at first and then pressed harder until the tip was pushing up against her clit. She closed her eyes and lowered her hips until his log rested between her slit. She started a slow up and down motion on his body.
Meagan was sitting directly across from Mike as they watched Tara’s fucking motion on Mark’s hard-on. She saw Mike turn to look at her and smile. She smiled back and slowly opened her thighs to show him her red panties again. Teasing was so much fun.
“Touch my ass.” Tara whispered in Mark’s ear. His hardness was making her close to coming. He glanced over at Heather and saw her looking away. His fingers found Tara’s cute little butt and pulled it harder against him. It was all Tara needed as she exploded. “Oh..oh.” She moaned as her hips moved faster and faster. She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It was the first time anyone but her own fingers had made her come. Her body went limp on top of him.
“God.” Janet said. She never knew these 18 year olds would be this nasty. As she wished if Alex was there she heard the doorbell ring. “I’ll be right back.” She said running up the steps.
Tara climbed off of Mark and lightly kissed his lips as her face moved by his. “Thanks.” She moved up feeling the dampness between her legs. By the time Mark sat back down Janet came down the stairs with Alex.
The girls all looked at him as an older man. He was twenty-two and a Junior in college. “Is it OK if Alex joins us?” Janet asked.
“Sure.” Heather quickly replied. If Mark could fool around so could she.
“So, this is spin the bottle dare game?” He said smiling. He looked at the cute young girls who were making eye contact with him. It had been over a year since he had a virgin he thought looking over at Janet.
“My turn.” Tara said as she picked up the bottle. Mark grabbed it from her hand. “You had a turn and I was part of the scene on the sofa.” He said as he turned the bottle. They all watched as it pointed to Heather. Mark smiled. It was payback time for his buddy Brad.
Heather gave him a stern look. “Since I had such a good time with Tara it’s only fair that Heather shows her favorite position to Brad.” Mark smiled at Heather thinking she would go to her missionary position.
Heather knew what Mark thought she would do. She actually had wanted to try another position but it was not what Mark thought it was. She had wanted to try oral sex but didn’t know how to tell him. This was her chance.
Heather stood and grabbed Brad’s hand. She led him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back. She could see the outline of his prick under his pants. She smiled at Alex as she turned her body so she was facing his feet. They all gasped when she moved her body onto his in a 69 position. Her long blonde hair fell over his zipper such that no one could see her mouth open to nibble on his bulge.
Brad didn’t know what hit him. He expected her to do the same as Tara but when she turned and moved her hips over his head he looked up to see her dress fall over his face. He couldn’t see her panties but his face soon felt them. He moved his face up to get his nose free so he could breath. When he did his mouth came into contact with her damp crotch. He felt her mouth biting gently on his tip as his pushed his tongue out to find her damp slit. He wished he could pull her panties to the side but his arms were trapped.
“Shit.” Alex said sitting upward to see better. Janet had told him things were wild but to see them locked in a 69 was too much.
Heather wanted to make Brad come to get even for satisfying Tara. She didn’t know what to do so she did everything she could thing of. Her mouth moved over his crown and she quickly raised and lowered her head. She could feel him getting harder in her mouth. Her mouth moved off the tip and down the side. He was not a long as Mark but he was pretty thick. She clamped her mouth on the side of his shaft and moved her head up and down. Brad only lasted a few seconds. “OH GOD!” He yelled from under her skirt. Her leg moved enough for his hand to snake free undetected by the others. He pulled her panties to the side and tasted a pussy for the first time. His tongue discovered she definitely was not a virgin as it dove deep inside of her.
Heather felt his dam burst and moved her head back. His tongue up inside of her was too much. Her head rose up when his tongue moved deep inside.
The rest of the group sat silent as the two bodies stopped moving. The game was turning into more than a game.
“My turn.” Heather said grabbing the bottle. They watched as it turned to point to Alex. It was her turn to dare him.
She giggled. “Take off everything but your underwear.”
Alex looked at her in disbelief. “Strip?” He asked. “I just got here.”
“Chicken?” Janet teased.
“You sure?” He asked. Heather shook her head yes.
They all watched as he stood and pulled his tee shirt over his head. His chest was covered with dark hair and was full of muscle. He stood and unsnapped his jeans. They all watched as he pushed them down his legs and off his feet. The large bulge in his boxers was not hiding from anyone.
“Satisfied?” He asked Heather as he sat back down. She smiled.
“So this is going to be one of those games huh?” Alex asked. It was his turn and he wanted to see some naked flesh.
He spun the bottle and it pointed to Meagan. She gasped. She knew what he wanted.
“Little sis. I’ve never seen you in a dress before and now I guess I’ll get to see you not in a dress. Take it off.” He grinned.
Meagan looked at Janet for support. She only smiled. “What if I don’t do it?” She asked Tara who made up this game.
“You lose your one denial. You might want to save it in case something really bad comes up.” Tara said. She felt bad for her girlfriend who was about to expose her body for the first time.
“She can have my denial.” Mike said.
“No. I can do it.” Meagan said as she stood facing the other way. They all watched as she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watched as it fell down her body. Only her red satin panties and bra remained. She quickly turned and sat back down. She crossed her arm over her thongs. With the other hand she took the bottle.
Mike tried not to stare at Meagan’s body but he couldn’t help it. Her muscular thighs fed up into her naked hips. Her flat stomach did the same to the rise at her chest. Her nipples could not be seen through the satin material of her bra but they definitely were hard little nubs.
Meagan spun the bottle and it pointed to her sister.
“OK. Take off your skirt and blouse.” Meagan said smartly.
“You only had to take off one thing.” Janet said. Meagan knew she was wearing a halter top which did not have a bra. If she took it off she would be showing her bare breasts.
“A dare is a dare.” Meagan laughed.
Janet sighed as she stood to remove her skirt. Luckily she had new panties which where pretty sheer. She wondered if they could see she shaved her pussy. She grabbed the bottom of the halter top and pulled it up over her naked breasts. Her pink nipples stood out like small missiles. She tossed the clothing on the floor next to her and sat down. She saw Mark’s eyes locked onto her breasts and smiled at him. She spun the bottle.
Tara gasped when it pointed to her.
Janet thought she would see just how far these kids would go. “Let’s try this. Reach down into Alex’s boxers and play around for at least a minute.”
They all looked at Brad. “A dare is a dare.” He grinned. He liked the way the game was going.
“I can’t.” Tara said looking down. She had never touched a bare penis before as was not about to do it in front of everyone else.
“You used your denial.” Brad said smiling. Seeing him smile pissed her off.
“Wait. OK. I’ll do it.” She said glaring at Brad.
She moved over to Alex and he leaned back on his hands. They all watched as Tara used one hand to pull out his waistband as the other hand moved down under the material. Even though she had felt Brad through his pants she was not ready for the hard silky shaft as her hand moved around him. Her fingers traced around the ridge of his crown and slowly down to his balls. She cupped them in her tiny hand and slowly raised her fingers back up his shaft. He was not as big as she thought he would be. Her fingers moved up over the crown again and off the tip. Her fingers moved out of his waistband with the dampness of his pre-come on the tips.
Meagan couldn’t believe Tara would ready do it and watched as her hand moved under Alex’s boxers. Even though he was wearing boxers everyone could see what was going on. She remembered how stiff Mike’s prick was.
“That’s enough.” Tara said proudly. She wiped her hand on her jeans and spun the bottle. Around and around it went. No one was talking as they watched the top of the bottle slow down and point to……Janet.
“Hey. I’m not taking off my panties.” She said holding her hand out in front of her.
Tara laughed. “I’m sure the guys will like this. Rub your breasts across all the guy’s lips.” She was getting even for what Janet did to her.
The guys thought Janet would refuse but when she stood and moved over to Brad he looked up at her naked breasts. They were the first real ones he had ever seen. Janet pushed him back until his head was on the floor looking up at her. She knelt beside him and moved her orbs down until her nipple pushed against his lips. Janet gasped when his mouth opened and sucked her hard digit inside.
Mark was directly behind Janet and when she took the doggie position on her knees her ass was only a few feet from his face. His eyes opened wide when her legs opened showing him her panties wedged into her pussy lips. He did not see any pubic hair.
“Enough.” Alex said. He was not that happy with this young guy’s chewing on his girls nips. Janet pulled her hard nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. Everyone laughed. She crawled over him to do the same to Mark. As Mark lay back his bulge was outlined in his pants. All the girls could see he was well hung. Janet looked down at Mark’s opened mouth and thought she would do some teasing. She dropped her nipple and it pushed into his eye. He tried to tilt his mouth upward but she jerked her boob back. She lowered it again and it pushed against his chin. Again he jabbed his mouth at her breast and missed. Finally Mark reached up and grabbed her breast and held it still until his lips sucked her nipple inside.
Heather watched Mark sucking on the older girl’s tit and was more mad than jealous. If he wanted to play around so would she.
Janet pulled her breast away from Mark and crawled over to Mike. “OK lit’ sis?” Janet asked as Mike leaned back. Meagan knew she couldn’t say no. She shook her head yes and stared as her sister aimed her breast at Mike’s mouth. He showed how inexperienced he was as he licked and nibbled at her breast. Janet grabbed his head and held his lips frozen on her hard bud.
“Easy.” She directed. She closed her eyes as his lips and tongue gently caressed her nipple.
“Good.” She moaned.
“Enough.” Alex laughed trying to act like it didn’t bother him.
Janet grabbed the bottle and spun it.
Mike tried to move away from the bottle as it pointed to him but Janet quickly said his name. Janet owed her little sister but she also wanted her and Mike to hook up. She wondered how far Meagan would really go.
“OK Mike. I want you to put your hand down the front of Meagan’s panties and touch her there for a minute.”
Mike quickly turned to see Meagan’s expression which was one of shock. She didn’t mind if Mike touched her vagina but she was not happy doing it in front of everyone. She smiled and grabbed her dress nearby and placed it over her lap. “OK but I get to cover up.”
“I didn’t say you could cover up.” Janet zapped back.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” Meagan said firmly.
“She’s right.” Mike quickly announced. He also did not want others to see him fumbling around a girl’s panties.
“OK. OK.” Janet smiled. She watched as Meagan folded the dress over her lap and uncrossed her legs. Mike’s hard-on was pushing out his pants as he moved over until his body was close enough to do what he had to do. Meagan smiled and pulled up the dress for his hand to move under.
“One minute. GO!” Janet said looking at her wristwatch.
“Wait.” Mike said. “I’m not under her panties yet.”
“Say when.” Janet laughed. Everyone’s eyes were on Meagan’s tiny dress which was moving along with Mike’s hand and fingers. He quickly slipped his fingers down the top of her thongs until he touched her soft bush. “OK.” He announced.
Meagan was totally embarrassed as her long time secret love fumbled down into her moist virgin slit. He quickly passed over her hard clit and tried to find her hole. I’m a virgin stupid. She thought as his finger moved down to the bottom and back to the top. When he again touched her clit she moaned.
Mike was not sure what he was touching but when he pushed against a small mound of flesh she moaned. She must like it. He thought as he focused his rubbing on that spot.
Meagan could feel her climax approaching and did not want to have it in front of everyone. Her body was now moving with the motion of Mike’s finger which caused the tiny dress to move enough for everyone to see his whole hand under the tiny red triangle. They could also see glimpses of her pubic hair. “Oh…” Meagan moaned. She looked at her sister who was not even looking at her watch anymore. “A minute has to be up!” She cried out.
“Make it two minutes.” Janet laughed. She wanted to see her sister finger-fucked until she climaxed.
“JANET!” Meagan screamed pissed at her sister but also was pissed at herself for not being able to control her explosion. Her hips shot upward as she came. “OH GOD!” She cried as her hands grabbed Mike’s hand to pull it out of her panties. She turned and turned her body until she could fix her panties back into place.
Mike was amazed of what he had done. He glanced over at Brad who gave him thumbs up. It was his turn to spin. The bottle turned until it pointed to Tara.
“Take off your jeans and blouse.” He said smiling.
“Uh excuse me. Did you forget I’m not wearing a bra?” She said nervously.
“Nope. I definitely remembered.” Mike laughed.
Tara looked around to see if anyone would come to her aid but everyone just smiled. Her small 34b boobs would soon be naked for the first time to males. She stood and unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her thin but well shaped legs. She smiled as she pulled her panties out of her ass. She closed her eyes and pulled her blouse up over her white breasts.
“Nice.” Alex said looking up at her young morsels.
So far only Janet and Tara were showing privates. Tara hoped to change that. She took the bottle and made a wish. The wish came true. It pointed to Brad. She had not seen him naked and since he did not stand up for her she was going to get him back.
“Take off all your clothes.” She said smiling.
“What?” He said laughing. “You can’t do that.”
“Oh yes I can.” She laughed.
Where Mike was sitting he could see both the front of Janet’s and Tara’s panties. The dark shadow of Tara’s bush could be seen but he could not see any shadow under Janet’s panties and her panties were even sheerer than Tara’s. He suddenly realized she probably didn’t have a bush. She shaved it!
“Hey. I can use my denial. All I have to do is take one thing off.” He laughed and pulled off his tee shirt and sat back down. He looked at his girlfriend and smiled as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Heather.
“OK off with the dress.” He said grinning.
Heather knew her panties were soaked and if she took off the dress everyone else would also know. She was also not wearing a bra. “I’m using my denial too.” She said.
“But, you still have to take off the dress.” Brad laughed.
“Not really. I can take off anything I want.” With that she stood and reached up under her dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down and off her feet. She tossed them to Brad who caught them. He smiled at her when he felt how damp they were.
“My turn.” Heather said as she sat down making sure no one could see up under her dress. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Brad again. “Aha!” She laughed. “Seems you have no more denials.”
“Be easy on me.” Brad begged.
“Sure. Why don’t you strip naked?” She laughed.
Mike felt for his buddy who would be the first to show everyone his penis. He had seen his friend in the showers and knew he was smaller than himself but not that small. He knew it was stage fright that was making his face pale.
“Everything?” Brad repeated.
“Yes!” Tara laughed.
Meagan was holding Mike’s hand tighter and tighter as she watch her childhood friend release the snap on his jeans and push them down over his briefs. The six inch outline of his penis was easily seen bulging out the front of his BVDs.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Brad asked hoping to stop where he was at now.
“No!” All four females yelled at the same time. If they were going to show their bodies they wanted to see some penises too.
Brad stood motionless trying to think of a way out of this mess. He did not see Janet’s hands moving up behind him and could not react fast enough to stop his briefs flying down his hips and legs. He looked down in shock at his virgin pecker pointing straight outward.
“HEY!” He screamed as his fingers quickly covered his hard-on.
Meagan giggled as she saw a man’s hard penis for the first time. She now knew that Mike was much bigger than their friend.
“Give me those back!” He yelled at Janet who was holding them up for everyone to see.
Tara’s panties became even damper when she saw her boyfriend’s penis for the first time. She suddenly became curious what the other guy’s equipment looked like.
Janet tossed him the undies and he pushed them down to cover his prick. The white briefs sat on top of them but did little to hide his excited state.
“Give me the bottle.” Brad said noticeably pissed. He was not going to be the only one naked. He spun the bottle so fast it flew across and hit against Mike’s leg and pointed across at Janet.
“Alright!” Brad yelled seeing who it pointed to.
“Not fair. It hit Mike’s leg.” Janet said. She was not going to take off her panties.
“Do it again.” Tara yelled at her boyfriend. She wanted to see some more naked men.
Brad reached for the bottle and the briefs fell from covering his hard-on. “Fuck it.” He said as he spun the bottle slower this time. All eyes followed it until it stopped on…….Janet again!’’
“No excuses this time.” Brad laughed.
Janet looked at Alex who only smiled. He wanted to see what these other girls looked like naked so he was not going to object about Janet showing her treasures.
“Come on sis.” Meagan said laughing. “Scared?”
Janet smiled but was steaming on the inside. Her fingers moved into her panties waistband as she lifted her ass to slide them out from under her and slowly down her thighs.
Mike had the best view when her bald pussy lips came into view. He was anticipating she was shaven but was not prepared when he actually saw his first pussy and it was not hidden under a mat of hair.
“Wow.” Mark said what all the other guys were thinking. “She shaves it.”
Even Meagan was surprised when she saw her sister’s bald pussy. She had heard about girls doing that but didn’t think someone like her sister would do it.
“What’s everyone looking at?” Janet said as she sat down with her legs squeezed tightly together to prevent any more peeks at her pink slit. She grabbed the bottle and froze. “What if the person is naked?”
“They must do a dare or get out of the game.” Tara quickly said. “Spin.” She was anxious.
Janet twisted the bottle and let it go. It turned around and around until it stopped on Mark.
“OK big boy. Let’s see it.” She said chuckling.
Mark looked at Mike and Brad and stood. He wasn’t ashamed as he stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time. His long seven inch hard-on popped outward.
“They don’t all look alike.” Janet cracked seeing a bigger shaft than both Brad’s and her boyfriend’s.
Heather smiled at him proud that he had no problem stripping naked. Her heart pounded as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Meagan.
Meagan gasped when she saw the bottle pointing at her. She smiled and held her hands together begging her friend to be easy on her.
“OK. Just your bra.” Heather said smiling.
Even her bra was something Meagan was not prepared to give up. Up until today she had hid er body and had hid it well. Now every one of her friends, as well as Janet and Alex, would now see her bare breasts.
“Just the bra.” Meagan repeated as she unhooked the front clasp and pulled the bra slowly apart until her small but firm naked breasts were exposed. Her nipples were as hard as she had ever seen them. She turned and placed the bra between her and Mike. She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
Meagan spun the bottle. Around and around it went and stopped. Heather jumped back. Meagan forgot Heather was missing her panties. “The dress.” She said.
“Meagan! I’m not wearing panties.” She exclaimed at her friend.
“Oh. That’s right.” Meagan laughed. “Can you take off your bra?”
“I’m not wearing one.” She whispered.
“Hey. If she only has a dress on tell her to take it off.” Mark said happy that she would be naked too.
“Wait I don’t have to take something off. I can do a dare.” She said smiling at her friend Meagan.
Meagan knew the guys wanted her to strip but she didn’t want to piss off her friend. “OK. Let all the guys touch you under your dress one at a time for a minute each.”
“Meagan!” Heather said gritting her teeth.
“That’s it.” Mark said. “You have to do it.”
Heather looked at her boyfriend as she stood to stand by Alex. His long arm moved his hand to her knee and slowly his hand disappeared as he pushed it up under her dress. Her legs parted as he neared his destination and she closed her eyes when his finger tip invaded deep into her damp pussy. He was much more experienced than Mark and went straight to her clit with his thumb while he pushed in and out of her hole.
As Alex fingered Heather Mike moved his hand over to gently touch Meagan’s thigh. Everyone was watching Alex and Heather and didn’t see her hand move over to his leg. The game had made everyone so horny they were having trouble keeping their hands off each other.
“Next.” Janet said looking at her watch. Alex reluctantly removed his hand from under her dress and winked at her. He had discovered she was not a virgin. She smiled as she moved over to her boyfriend.
Mark’s prick was standing at attention when she approached. Although they had intercourse the times had been in the dark and they had not really seen each other naked. As his hand moved up familiar territory her eyes closed again as he approached her honey tunnel. She did not see Mark’s other hand pull up the bottom of her dress exposing her red pubic mound. It matched the flaming red hair on her head.
“Mark.” Meagan said to alert Heather what he was doing. Heather opened her eyes and saw her dress up over her pussy. She slapped his hands away. “That’s all you are getting.”
“Hey. My minute is not up.” He complained.
“It is now.” She said totally pissed off.
She moved over to Brad and stood while he reached up under her dress to finger her pussy. His fingers explored and his middle finger slipped deep into her dripping hole. He looked at her with a surprised look. She smiled as he explored her cave.
“Next.” Janet announced.
Mike pulled his fingers off Meagan’s leg and moved them to Heather’s ankle. His fingers sped up her leg and under her dress. His finger tips pushed against the sticky juices of her pussy and searched for the small knob resting at the top. He found it and rubbed.
“Oh.” Heather moaned. Having four guys finger your pussy was too much. As soon as Mike’s fingers found her clit she started to come. “Don’t stop.” She begged as he flicked his fingers across her hard joy button. “I’m…..” She cried as she climaxed. His fingers slipped down until he moved his index finger up into her pussy.
“That was great.” Heather said to bust her boyfriend as she moved back to her position. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Alex. Since he was the oldest she wondered how brave he was.
“I want you to strip and show us your favorite position.”
Janet looked at her with total shock. “I’m not doing that.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” Heather laughed. “Alex chooses the girl.”
Alex stood and slowly pushed his underwear over his hard-on. It was starting to hurt being so confined. He smiled when he saw the wide eyes of the younger girls looking at his hard shaft. And, best of all he got to pick out the girl of his choice. As he looked around the room at the girls they all kind of looked away afraid he would pick them. All except for Heather who was smiling at him.
“OK. I choose you.” He said grinning.
Heather smiled at her boyfriend and stood to walk with the naked older man to the sofa. She stood nervously in only her thin dress as he whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at Mark who was talking to Brad acting like he didn’t care what she did.
“OK.” She said agreeing to his proposal. He wanted her to sit on top of him. She stood back as he lay on his back. His prick was hard and pointing upward as she moved her legs over his causing her skirt to fall over his stomach.
“Hey. We can’t see what’s going on.” Janet complained.
“We are just demonstrating and not really doing it.” Alex said as Heather’s damp pussy moved down onto his prick. His hands took hold of her waist and he lifted her until the tip of his prick was poised at the entrance to her tight pussy. She looked down at him and smiled.
It was all Alex needed as he slowly lowered her body and her pussy down, down and down his shaft. When she stopped he was fully inside of her. Alex was happy just having himself in her and was even more happy when she started to rise up and back down. She was really fucking him while the others watched.
“God. It looks like they are really doing it.” Tara whispered. She also wished she could see up under Heather’s dress.
“How long do they do it?” Mark asked getting nervous. “Who spun the bottle?”
“I did.” Heather said trying to get her breath and pretend she was not fucking his man. “I guess another two minutes.”
“Two minutes!” Mark said upset. He knew she was at least rubbing her pussy on this man’s cock.
Alex tried to hold back but couldn’t top his climax as he gripped her waist hard in his hands and shot his pleasure juices deep inside of her. He did a great job pretending he was not really fucking her. “Let’s just do a few more seconds.”
Heather was surprised when the experienced man came so fast. She felt his juices pouring from her tight pussy and gave him a dirty look. He was satisfied and wanted to stop. She moved her pussy off his quickly softening penis. Her dress covered his white juices dripping from her hole.
Janet was the only one to see Alex’s prick before he hid it with his hand. Shit. He had fucked Meagan’s friend while they all watched. She watched as Heather quickly headed to the bathroom upstairs.
“Is she OK?” Meagan asked seeing her friend running up the stairs.
Meagan didn’t wait for an answer as she jumped up and ran up the stairs wearing only her satin red thongs.
Meagan knocked on the door. “Heather it’s Meagan.”
Heather opened the door to let her friend in. Heather was standing holding her dress up and was cleaning off the come from her pussy and legs.
“He fucked you?” Meagan asked shocked.
“No. I fucked him.” Heather said. “At least for a few seconds. Don’t worry I’m on birth control.”
“Wow.” Meagan said wondering if Heather was upset.
“God. It was so hot fucking him in front of everyone.” She said smiling. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
“I didn’t. It just looked like you were faking it.”
“Good. Let’s go back downstairs.” Heather said. “Maybe Mike will take your cherry.”
“I hope so.” Meagan laughed as she led the way back down the stairs.
“She’s OK.” Meagan announced.
Heather looked at Mark who looked at her suspiciously. She smiled and sat back in her place. Alex took the bottle and spun it. It pointed to Mark.
“Shit. I don’t know. A dare huh. I got it. Kiss little sis’s body all over.”
Meagan sat up when he said little sis. That’s what he called her. He was telling Mark to kiss her body all over. “I don’t think so.” She said.
“Use your denial.” Mike said. Of course it would mean Meagan had to remove her panties.
“But, I’ll have to take off….” She hesitated. She took a deep breath and pushed her panties under her hips and down her legs. She tried to keep her legs together as best as she could as her panties moved off her feet. She sat back naked and looked down at the top of her blonde bush resting under her navel. She turned to see Mike’s eyes looking at her lower stomach as well.
Meagan spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike. She smiled. He would have to do whatever she wanted.
“How about another three minutes in heaven with me in the laundry room without the clothes of course.”
“Here. You want me to strip here?” He asked.
She smiled and shook her head yes.
All eyes were on Mike’s trembling fingers as he slowly undressed. As his boxers moved over his nine inch rod Tara gasped. “Holy shit.” Even Janet sat up straight.
Mike’s face turned beet red as he took Meagan’s hand to walk into the laundry room. As Meagan stood her legs moved apart enough for Mike’s eyes to see her pink folds under the sparse blonde curls.
“Now go easy on my little sister.” Janet said jealous it was not her going into the room with the well endowed teenager.
Meagan moved back against the washer as his moved his body up towards hers. His long hard-on pressed directly into her stomach. She laughed and moved her hand down to bend it upward. The tip pressed against her right breast. “Umm.” She said as her hand guided the damp tip up to her nipple.
Mike’s hands moved quickly to her nakedness. He wanted to touch every inch of a naked female for the first time. He explored her soft ass cheeks and slid his finger under her ass and across her damp slit. Her legs opened to allow his hand more freedom.
“Do you want to do it?” Mike asked as she pushed his long dong down until the crown rubbed against her clitoris.
“Yes. But not here. Not like this.” She said. “I want it to be special.”
“Me too.” Mike said. He really did want it to be special but right now he wanted to come.
“Two more minutes.” Janet yelled from outside the room.
“What can we do?” Mike asked almost crying for release.
Meagan remembered all those girl sleepovers and all the talk about oral sex and blowjobs. She told them she could never do such a vile act but now with his penis in her hand she forgot all those words. She pushed him back far enough for her to slide downward until she was on her knees in front of him.
“Meagan.” Mike moaned when he realized what she was about to do. “MEAGAN!” He screamed when her petite mouth sucked in the mushroom tip of his prick.
Janet laughed when she heard Mike scream her sister’s name. “You go girl.”
“I wonder what she is doing to him.” Tara said. The sexual tension in the room was at it zenith.
“OH GOD MEAGAN!” Mike moaned as her mouth took almost five of his rigid inches down her throat.
Meagan didn’t like the taste at first but got used to it quickly. She was on fire when she heard him call out her name. She tightened her lips around his shaft when she heard him scream her name. Her fingers moved up to caress his balls while her mouth moved up and down his long lollypop.
“I’M COMING MEAGAN!” Mike screamed to give her a warning to remove her mouth. She did and his hot spunk splattered all over her face. Her fingers moved to his prick and she milked him dry.
“TIMES UP!” Janet called out as she pulled open the door and stuck her face inside. She wanted to see what they had been doing. She laughed when she saw her little sister whipping off his come from her nose and chin. Janet made a note to teach her how to swallow it.
Mike walked out of the room first with his hard-on resending to its soft state. There was no question Meagan had given him a release. As Meagan stood to walk out Janet whispered in her ear. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”
“No way.” Meagan said smiling. That hunk of meat was hers.
It was Mike’s turn to spin. They all were now leaning forward to see who the next person was. The game had picked up a lot. The bottle pointed to Tara.
“The panties and………………” He hesitated thinking what he would ask her to do. The blowjob Meagan had just given him was the best feeling he had ever had. He had to give the favor to his friend Brad.
“and……….give Brad a blowjob.”
“Out here?” Tara asked in shock. At least Meagan got to do it in the laundry room.
“Yes.” Mike said. He wanted to see it happen. His soft prick started to get some more life when Tara stood and pushed her panties down her small ass and tan thighs. Her bush had a bikini shave with a thick dark strip over the lips of her mound. He could not see her slit through the dark forest.
Brad looked at her and smiled. Getting a blowjob from his love was the ultimate even if she had to do it in front of everyone.
“Anyone want to teach me?” Tara giggled as she moved down on her knees in front of Brad.
“I will come on over here.” Alex laughed. Janet smacked him on his arm and moved over next to the young inexperienced girl. “Take his penis in your hand and slowly stroke him while you lick around the tip.” She whispered.
Tara giggled as she grabbed his hard-on and did as Janet said. It tasted a little salty. “OH.” Brad moaned. He knew he would not last very long.
Mark was sitting directly across from Tara and when she leaned forward her legs spread enough for him to see the virgin’s slim pink slit under the girl’s dark bush. He could also see her tiny puckered rear opening. It was a great sight.
As Tara continued to taste the tip Janet whispered again. “Suck in the crown and flick your tongue across the tip.” Tara opened her tiny lips and did as the older woman said. Her teeth gently bit his soft flesh. “OH SHIT!” Brad cried out. Everyone else in the room laughed.
“Now for the grand finale.” Janet whispered. “Move as much of him down your throat without gagging and when you pull your mouth out clamp your lips tightly around him.” Tara’s eyes opened as wide as her mouth as she sucked in his six inch penis. She was amazed when her nose pushed against his pubic mound. She slowly moved her lips up and off making a popping sound. “Ahhh.” Brad groaned. One more trip and he was history.
Tara didn’t need any more instructions. The rest was up to her. She again sucked in his hard length and slowly pulled her lips off. “OH, OH, OH!” He cried as he came. He did not give her any warning and shot his load down her throat. Tara’s mouth came off gagging trying to breath. “Swallow it.” Janet yelled. Tara turned and looked at her as her throat opened up to drink in his juices.
Janet smacked him on his leg. “It’s polite to warn a lady when you come.” Brad looked at Tara who was trying to breath. “Sorry.”
Brad managed to sit up and take the bottle. The first open display of a sexual act had taken the game to a new level. He wondered how far everyone was willing to go. The bottle stopped on Mark.
“Go down on the girl of your choice buddy.” Brad said quickly.
Mark sat up when the bottle stopped on him. When he heard the sweet words he knew who’s pussy he wanted to kiss and lick. He looked immediately to Janet and pointed. “Her.”
Alex spoke up. “I don’t think so.”
Janet didn’t say a word as she leaned over and whispered in Alex’s ear. “I know you fucked his girlfriend so if I was you I would shut up.”
Alex knew when he was to be quiet and now was one of those times. “Go ahead.”
Janet wanted to enjoy the experience and stood to walk to the sofa. She sat back on the cushions and slowly opened her legs. Everyone watched as her bald pussy lips opened wide enough for her inner folds to open. Her hard clit and opened pussy was on display. She was definitely not a virgin.
Mark just looked at her for almost a minute. “You just going to window shop or are you going for it?” Janet laughed. His body moved forward until her hands took his head and guided his lips where she wanted them.
“The tongue.” She commanded as his lips moved over her clit. He pushed his long tongue out until he pushed against her joy button.
“Right there.” She moaned and closed her eyes.
Mark’s tongue rapidly flicked up and down and right and left. She pushed his head lower and his tongue moved deep down into her moist depths. Her hips moved upward. It might be his first time but he was a fast learner. She moved him back to her clit to finish her race to satisfaction.
No one noticed Heather’s hand as she moved it slowly up under her dress to her dripping vagina. She imagined it was her on the sofa Mark was going down on. She was close to coming when Janet took a deep breath and held his face tightly against her womanhood. Her body shook and trembled as she climaxed. She let go of his head and he jerked it back to get some air.
“Wow.” Tara said.
Janet stood and kissed Mark on his lips. She tasted her own pleasure. “My turn to spin.” The game was coming to a peak.
The bottle spun and spun until it pointed to Heather. Janet smiled. It was revenge time for the girl who had fucked her boy friend on the sofa. Heather was the only one still wearing clothing. “First take off the dress and stand to show everyone your body….”
Heather did as Janet said. Right now she was so hot she would do just about anything. Her dress fell from her full breasts. Of all the girls there Heather’s breasts were the biggest.
“Nice.” Brad said looking up at her large round areoles.
“Thanks.” Heather giggled. She let the dress go and it fell at her bare feet. She kicked it aside and turned slowly showing her flaming red bush.
“Now what?” She asked anxious to be satisfied. Janet heard the young group gasp when she finished her dare to Heather. “You like sexual positions so much I’m going to let you do a sixty-nine.”
Heather smiled. “With the guy of my choice?”
“No. With the girl of your choice.” Janet laughed.
“A GIRL!” Heather exclaimed. “NO FUCKIN WAY!”
“What’s wrong little girl not woman enough?” Janet said with a dare.
“It’s not that. I can’t do that.” Heather said looking at Meagan and Tara for support.
“I guess your game is over since you have used your one denial.” Janet laughed. “You can wait upstairs until we have finished.”
Heather stood not believing what she was hearing. Her own girlfriends or her boyfriend was not supporting her. She looked at Meagan and Tara who looked away. OK. She thought to herself. If I have to do it so will one of them.
“OK I’ll do it.” Heather said seeing the shock on everyone’s face.
“What?” Mark said. “You’re going to really do it?”
“Yes. With one of my BEST friends.” She said looking down at Meagan and Tara. They both looked at her in fear.
“Let’s see….which one?” She moved her finger back and forth between the two of them.
All the men were now sitting with raging hard-ons. They were going to see two women giving each other oral sex. Shit. It was every man’s dream.
“Let’s see…………..” She hesitated and said. “I pick them both.”
“You can’t do that.” Tara said. “She said female meaning singular.”
They all turned to Janet who was almost laughing.
“It’s up to her. If she wants both I’m OK with it.”
“No.” Tara said upset. “You can’t do a 69 with three people.” She looked at Meagan who was speechless.
“I have no idea.” She managed to mumble.
“Yes we can.” Heather said with a smile. “We just get our bodies into a circle.”
A CIRCLE
!” Tara exclaimed. “You’re nuts.”
“Like this.” Heather said pulling both girls up and leading them to a large carpeted area. “Lie on your right side.” She said to Meagan who did as her girl friend directed.
“Now you do the same with your head at Meagan’s stomach.” Heather told Tara. They all watched as Heather moved her naked body down until her own head was at Tara’s stomach and her own stomach was at Meagan’s head.
“See….a circle.” Heather said proud of her sexual creation. “Now I do this.” Heathers hands pried a part Tara’s legs until the girl’s dark pussy was inches from her face. “And you two do the same.”
The men were all now moving closer to the circle. “I think it’s more like a 696969.” Alex laughed.
“OK now we do it.” Heather announced as her lips pushed forward into Tara’s bush.
Tara did the same to Meagan and Meagan did the same to Heather. The girls tightly closed mouths were pressed against the other’s pubic mounds. They froze.
“Come on. Open your mouths.” Mark said excited.
Heather broke her mouth away. “You said to do a sixty-nine and we are doing………” She was about to say “it” when she felt Meagan’s tongue flick across her clitoris. Her eyes got bigger when Meagan did it again and again.
“Look. Meagan’s doing it. She’s eating Heather’s pussy.” Brad cried out. Mike looked at his new girlfriend’s tongue as it slithered into the curly crimson nest and moved up and down her friend’s canal.
Tara heard the excitement of the men and didn’t want to be left out so she flicked her own tongue into Meagan’s virgin mound. Heather closed her eyes and moved her face down into Tara’s snatch.
“Wow. That’s cool” Brad cried out leaning forward. His prick was at max. He wished he was in the circle.
“Hey, why don’t we join them?” Brad whispered to the others. Before he got an answer Mark and Mike jumped down on the rug. Mike pulled Tara’s face from his new girl’s loins and shoved in his own to take her place. He wormed his body until his hard-on pressed against Tara’s face. She smiled as she grabbed the biggest penis and shoved three inches between her lips.
Mark jumped between Meagan and Heather and aimed his rod at Meagan’s mouth while his face dove into Heather’s muff. Brad wasn’t too far behind as he aimed his tongue at Tara’s narrow bush. His prick was gobbled up by Heather.
“Damn. Look at that.” Alex said with his ar
Take a teen cherry
Thursday, February 21st, 2008 Take a teen cherry
By: ISS
At 17 Jenny was the hottest chick I had ever met.
I had just turned 16 myself, but she was the fastest chick I
had ever met, besides I lied and said I was going to be 19.
Nice long brown hair, great ass and her breast was what wet
dreams were made of. She gave me my first blow job, it was
great!. I had gotten laid before, but this I knew was going
to be special.
We did things to each other I did not know could be done.
At first I was a bit grossed out at the though of licking
her ass but after she did it to me, I had no other choice.
Besides she was good enough to eat! LITERALLY!
I can’t say other wise, she was new in town and was the
subject of all locker room conversations but none could say
they have had her.
She always to this day says (even to her friends) that I took
her cherry. It was great! Afterwards we got together about
six times and then we got to spend the weekend at her parents
condo at Ski Bech in the Carolinas. I knew she was tight but
this time she bled and I noticed that she had a small scar on
her shoulder. I had never noticed it before, it has about the
size of a penny and it was “L” shaped.
Man she was tight and there was something else I could not
put my finger on.
It was after we had breakfast that the surprise was thrust
upon me. That was not Jenny I had just spent the night with
even though we had screwed our brains out. It was her TWIN
sister Tania! I almost flipped when Jenny walked thru the
door wearing a ski outfit, after I had seen her walk into the
bathroom bare ass naked.
We had a great weekend at her folk’s cabin the girls
literally fucked my brains out, they took turns on me and
after the first 5 times or so I was beat.
We got to go out several times after that, they would take
turns going out with me but never again have I had the
pleasure of both at one time.
It has been six years now, I saw Tania yesterday and it was a
bit uncomfortable being introduced to her girl friend as the
guy that deflowered my sister and I. But it sure does
wonders for my ego. She asked about a possible reunion
before her sister gets married, I like it!, I like it!
Starring role
Wednesday, February 20th, 2008 Starring role
By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”
The Photographer
Tuesday, February 19th, 2008 The Photographer
By: ISS
“You do understand the nature of the photographs we’ll be shooting,” Carl asked, “I just want to get everything out in the open so that later on we don’t have a problem!?!” “I understand,” the matronly female replied, “most of them will be me by myself, but some will involve other people!!!” “And just to make it even more clear,” Carl responded, “those pictures with the other people can involve both men and women and are of the x-rated variety!!!” Glenna nodded her head slowly and asked, “And how much money do you pay for posing!?!” “It varies,” he answered, “Two hundred a day for solo, three hundred for soft core, and five hundred for the hard stuff, now are you sure you want to go through with it, it’s pretty easy if you have the temperament for it, but if not………………..”!!! “I need the money,” Glenna replied, “but I want you to know I don’t have a perfect body by any stretch of the imagination, in fact I have a few sags here and there, and my breasts aren’t what they once were either!!!” Nodding his head, Carl replied, “That is exactly what muy client wants, the grand motherly type who is all woman and oozes sensuality, not some plastic little girl who’s all silicone and hair spray!!!” With a short laugh Glenna shot back, “Well, I’m certainly not that!!!” “All right then” he said “let’s get started!!!”
“I’ve never done this before,” Glenna offered, “are you sure that your customer wants a sixty year old has been!?!” “You look just fine, baby,” Carl said soothingly, “okay now, lean over a little and let me see some of that cleavage spilling out of your bra!!!” “Oh, wow,” he enthused, “what size bra do you wear, you’re really huge!?!” “Uh, 42dd,” she replied softly, “do they look too big?!?” “Are you kidding,” he replied as he snapped away, “you can never be too big in this line of work, now be a good girl and drop the bra for me!!!” With nervous hands, Glenna reached back and undid the five clasps that held her industrial strength brassiere in place, and with almost little girl shyness, let it slip from her shoulders to the floor! “Holy smokes,” he gasped, “incredible, just incredible, baby, you have the juiciest jugs I’ve seen in a long time, and those nipples, christ alive, it looks like you must have breast fed fifty babies!!!” Hearing his comments about her chest not only raised a little red in her cheeks, it also caused her vagina to dampen!!! It had been a long time since a man made such sexually suggestive comments about her body, and just because she wasn’t in her prime, a lady never tired of hearing a man tell her that he liked the way she looked!!!”
For the next hour Carl snapped away, taking hundreds of photos of Glenna posing topless and wearing just a panty girdle, and just like he had said earlier, if you got comfortable in front of the camera, it was a snap!!! After a whirlwind of quick poses, Carl asked, “Are you read for the next step, honey, I think the world is ready to see your pussy!?!” A slightly red faced Glenna nodded her head and began slithering out of her skin tight girdle as Carl’s camera clicked away!!! “Oooooolala,” he said with enthusiasm, “now that is a bush and a half, oh yeah, that’s it, show us your hairy muffy, yeah baby go, good, good, yeah that’s it, sit down and spread for me, show us that slit, oh yeah baby, your a natural!!!” She never thought it possible, but she was a true slut for the camera!!! Taking a large breast into her hand, she lifted the big nipple to her mouth and sucked on it, while with the other hand she held open her pussy so Carl could get some shots of her hard clit, and after taking a raft of pussy and tit shots, he had her turn over so he could get some of her big fat white ass!!! “Good, baby,” he offered, “show us that ass, oh yeah what a nice fat butt you have, fucking love it!!!
Okay, Glenna, let’s take five,” he said, “I’ve gotta reload the cameras, so just relax for a couple of minutes!!!” Glenna was getting used to being naked in front of the camera, and even though there was a robe available to cover up in between takes, she didn’t even bother picking it up, rather she just lay back with her legs spread and her fat hairy pussy overtly exposed to Carl’s eyes!!! After he was finished with the film, he came over and sat down on the platform next to her and said, “Good job, baby, my buyer is really gonna like these shots, there’s a big demand for “Grandma” stuff, I guess people are getting tired of perfection and wanna see women the way they really are!!!” “Can I ask you a question,” he asked, “if you don’t wanna answer, just say so!?!” “No, go ahead,” she replied, “fire away!!!” “I’m just curious,” he asked, while letting his hand run up and down her bare leg, “why are you posing like this, you just don’t seem like the type!?!” His hand was having an electric effect on her, and she had to catch her breath to answer, “Well, my husband of forty years passed away, and to be blunt about it, I need the money badly!!!” He continued to massage her leg and continued, “Are you ready to make some extra cash then, I think we’re about ready for the next step!?!” She was about to reply, but the air whistled out of her lungs as his hand rested against her pussy and he wriggled his finger into her now very steamy love box!!! Instead of an answer, a long low moan gurgled up from her throat and her hands just naturally went to her nipples and began softly twisting the big nubs!!! Carl continued to finger the excited woman and observed, “Well, I guess you already answered my question,” while out of nowhere he produced a huge latex dildo which he held in front of her face and went on, “now I’m gonna go back to the camera, and I want you to use this on your pussy, got it!?!” She was so excited by now she was next to incoherent, but she managed to nod her head yes as she took the big satisfier from his hand!!! When he finally got ready for this first shot he opined, “We’re almost ready, baby, but remember, I don’t want any faking, I want real orgasms, so whenever you’re ready, go to it!!!”
Jesus she was turned on, her cunt was leaking all over the place and her nipples were begging to be sucked, but instead of ramming the big rubber cock into her cunt, Glenna put the big head into her mouth and sucked hard, while pretending to give the fat dildo a blow job!!! “Oh man,” Carl entused, “you are one hot fucking bitch, that’s the way baby, suck that dick, act like you fucking want it so shoot into your mouth, oh yeah, do it, baby!!!” Listening to him encourage her on only made her hotter, so it was only a matter of time until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and almost without warning, rammed the thick cudgel of a cock deep into her begging pussy!!! “Oh god,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good, it’s so fucking huge, my pussy feel totally packed with cock, oh jesus I’m fucking cumming, Carl, I can’t fucking help it, my clit’s just going off on me, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, godddddddddddd help me I’m cummingggggggggggggggggg!!!” Carl was going from one camera to the other while trying to get the best possible angle for each shot, but now it was him that was sweating as he watched the matronly bitch put on a show that would have put any twenty year old to shame!!!
“Christ alive,” he said to himself as he walked over to the platform, “she is fucking hot!!!” “Oh, baby,” he said softly, “you really put on a show, are you sure you’re all right!?!” With the thick cock still hanging lewdly out of her hairy cunt, she replied “I-I’m just fine, but that was a really hard one, I haven’t cum like that in years!!!” “Tell me baby,” he asked while sitting down beside her, “when’s the last time you had a real live dick in your mouth!?!” “Over a year,” she admitted, “and do I ever miss it!!” “Do you swallow,” he asked casually while gently taking hold of the end of the dildo and pressing it into her, “you look like the kind of woman who loves the taste of cum!?!” The sassy talk form Carl and the renewed pressure on the rubber cock, made Glenna’s pussy flood once more, and again her breathing became shallow as she tried to answer him, “I-I love sucking cum and swallowing, oh, oh, oh, that feels so good, ohhhhhhhhh, yessssss, I guess I’m just a cock sucker at heart, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” Now while actually moving the thick cock in and out of her pussy he asked, “So Glenna, would you consider yourself a cock hound or just a cock sucker!?!” This was insane, this potty mouth of a photographer was absolutely driving her crazy with lust, and as incredible as it seemed, she was on the verge of another giant orgasm!!! “I asked you a question, dear,” he persisted, “cock sucker or cock hound, which is it!?!” “Uh, ohhhhhhhhhh, god,” she stammered, “I-I don’t know, neither, no, no, that isn’t right, ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyy, that feels good, I-I’m a cock sucker, that’s it, a cock sucker, ohhhhhhh!!!” “Of course you are,” he said sweetly, “and just to show you what a nice guy I am, I’m going to give you this,” as he stood up and let his hard cock bounce just inches in front of her mouth!!! When her eyes finally focused on it, she nearly went wild trying to put it into her mouth, but he playfully leaned back, just keeping it barely out of her greedy reach!!! “So,” he said in an innocent voice, “does my hot bitch Glenna want some hard pecker!?!” “God,” she panted, “don’t torture me this way, please let me have it, it’s been so long for me!!!” Now sharply twisting the dildo in her cunt, he asked in an even voice, “So tell me, bitch, how much do you like to suck dick!?!” The harsh twist of the dildo made her gasp, but she quickly recovered and begged, “Y-you know I can’t help myself, so please, let me put it in my mouth, I promise to swallow it, so pretty please, let mama have your hard young pecker!!!”
He kept moving the dildo and teasing her incessantly for the next five minutes or so, until he finally let her “capture” his cock and take it eagerly into her mouth!!! He was just getting into it, when she nipped sharply on his smooth head and causing him to yelp in pain!!! “You might have me at a disadvantage, junior,” she said with a wink, “but just remember this, you have your cock next to thirty two sharp teeth, so you better treat me nice!!!” “Touche,” he replied as he pounded the dildo in and out of her cunt, “you suck me and I’ll fuck you, deal!?!” “Deal,” she replied as she inhaled him back in!!!” She was absolutely rapacious, this sixty year old senior citizen, never in his life had he had his pecker sucked so expertly or enthusiastically, while on the other hand, she was thinking that not since she was much younger, had she had a cock that was so long and thick and made her feel like such a pussy!!! It was in front of this back drop that both of them exploded in a tumultuous mutual orgasm that left them both totally wiped out!!!
After a five minute recovery period, Glenna offered, “Too bad we didn’t have the camera going, that would be x-rated money!!!” He laughed a bit, then held up his hand to show her a remote control shutter switch, and replied, “I got it all baby, and I must say, you are a fucking natural!!!” She stared at the switch for a moment and then asked, “You mean, you got it all, I mean everything!?!” He nodded and replied, “Like I said, baby, everything!!!”
The trainer
Monday, February 18th, 2008 The trainer
By: ISS
Lilly lolled in the tub, letting the soothing hot waters rinse away the aches in her burning muscles!!! What a workout it had been, and Jack always pushed her a lot harder than she thought she could bear, but if you’re going to do a triathlon you’ve got to be in tip top condition!!! “How ya feel, babe,” he said with laugh while standing in front of the mirror and putting on his deodorant, “great workout, huh!?!” “Yeah,” she sighed, “I think every muscle in my body is screaming for mercy, even my eyelids hurt!!!” He playfully reached down into the water and grabbed a handful of her pussy and asked kiddingly, “Even this muscle!?!” “Oh, Jack,” she gasped, “you know how I get after a workout, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyyyy!!!” “Of course I do,” he replied softly while burrowing his finger into her tight shaved vagina, “why do you think I came in here, to check out the fixtures!?!”
“Jack,” she said while admonishing him, “d-don’t start something you can’t finish!!!” “You mean like this,” he asked while twisting his finger all around the inside of her cunt, “cuz if that’s what you mean, don’t worry about it, I can do this all night!!!” Now she was like the puppet on the hand of a puppeteer, responding to each and every one of his moves by jerking her pussy around to follow insistent index finger!!! “Lilly,” he asked softly while continuing his probing, “you seem to require a lot of orgasms to keep you going, I wonder why that is?!?” “I don’t know,” she said with a groan, “I just do, p-please don’t stop, oh you do me so well!!!” “Ya know,” he said a matter of factly, “I have theory about this, would you care to hear about it!?!” “Theory,” she gasped, “I don’t give a fuck about any theory, I just wanna cum a lot, that’s all!!!” “Mmmmm, I’m a little disappointed in you, babe,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’d think you’d be more interested in why you cum so much!!!” “Sweet jesus, you’re nuts,” she fairly shrieked, “I’m on the fucking edge of having huge one and you’re blithering on about some psycho-babbo theory that means fucking shit, now do my clit for me, you fucking sadist!!!”
“Say,” he offered while ignoring her demand, “would you like to see my penis, I think it’s getting pretty hard now, and if memory serves me correctly, you’re quite the little cockhound, aren’t you!?!” As he was scrunched down along side the tub, his pecker was out of her sight, and just hearing him talk about his erection drove her absolutely batty causing her to plead, “Jack, if you show it to me I’ll suck it off, please, let me see it, please!!!” His finger was now sliding all over her bucking cunt, everywhere that is except on her hard little clitoris, which was standing erect and practically begging for attention, so he softly replied, “Why should I show it to you, you act as if sucking me off would be doing me a favor, when that’s what you really want in the first place!!!” “You bastard,” she spat, “you always keep me on the edge for as long as you can, can’t you just for once let me have it without having to beg for it!?!?” He stared at her pretty face for a moment or two and then with a shake of his head replied, “No, I can’t!!!
This give and take went on for another ten minutes until he was sure she couldn’t take anymore, and then he offered, “Come on, Lilly, out of the tub and you can have my pecker to suck on, okay!?!” Grabbing her by the arm, he carefully helped her to her feet, where upon seeing his cock, she practically leaped out of the tub, and taking it directly into her warm mouth while furiously frigging her hot wet clit with her own finger!!! Lilly had the body of a swimmer, long and lean with small upturned breasts and a tight hard bottom that almost begged to be spanked!!! “Baby,” he asked quietly, “after I shoot it into your mouth, I’m going to take you over my knee and spank your cute little ass, what do you think about that!?!” What she thought about it was evident without her even answering him, her mouth went into overdrive, and soon he was spurting a hot load of spunk deep into her waiting mouth, which of course triggered her own orgasm as her whole body shook as it was wracked by wave after wave of intense pleasure!!!
She was about to collapse to the floor when he caught her by the arm and led her into the bedroom where he sat down and laid her gently over his lap with her still damp ass in the air!!! He loved her ass more that anything about her, cuz it was hard and soft all at the same time, and although it was something he never really could figure out, he never tired from trying!!! Mmmmmmm, baby,” he sighed while softly caressing her two firm cheeks, “you have the cutest, tightest ass I’ve ever seen, and I never get tired of doing this,” while out of the blue he raised his hand and brought it down with a resounding whack against the quivering flesh!!! ” Owweeeeee,” she moaned loudly as he began his rhythmic stroking, “t-that hurts so good, oh god it hurts, but don’t stop, please don’t stop!!!” Her bottom quickly turned a bright shade of red as he continued to assault the pliable skin that quivered with each stroke, which in turn caused big tears to roll down her cheeks as the pain intensified!!! Again he started playing word games when he asked, “What hurts more, when I tan your pretty little ass, or when your lungs and muscles are burning up in the final stages of the 5K race!?!” “I-I don’t know,” she stammered “it’s a different kind of pain!!!” “Hhhmmmm, that’s funny,” he replied, “I always thought pain was pain, explain the difference to me, will you please!!!”
“It just is,” she gasped, “they both hurt, but differently!!!” “You already told me that,” he replied softly as he continued stroking, “but what is the real difference, come on now, you can tell me!?!” “W-when I’m running,” she stammered, “it just hurts, but when you’re spanking me, I can feel it in my, you know what I mean!?!” “Uh, no, I don’t know,” he replied innocently, “you’ll have to be more specific!!!” Now beginning to puff and breath shallowly, she barely replied, “In my pussy, you asshole, I can feel it in my pussy when you’re spanking me!!!” “Oh, really,” he answered back, “like can you feel it right now!?!” “Jesus, yes,” she shrieked, “just touch it, once, I’m fucking dripping!!!” “Why should I,” he replied, “you already came in the bathroom, you don’t really need to do it again do you!?!” “I’ve always know it,” she said with a groan, “you really are a fucking sadist, you know how I am and you still torture me, I can’t fucking stand it, I’m gonna go crazy!!!”
He knew it was time now, and with one powerful motion, he took her by the waist, threw her face down on the bed, and quickly mounted her from the rear and took like a wild animal, hard and fast, making her scream in ecstasy as he viciously fucked her until they both were rocked by simultaneous climaxes that left them both completely spent, with him lying on top of her as they both tried to recover from one of the truly most draining orgasms of their lives!!!
He finally found the strength to rollover on his back and say, “It’s a good thing we’re both in training, or I think that last one might have killed us, and by the way, do you still think I’m a sadist!?!” She leaned over and kissed him softly on the mouth and replied, “Just a good one, just a good one!!!”
Geeks first time
Sunday, February 17th, 2008 Geeks first time
By: ISS
All I wanted was a nice, safe, monogomous relationship.
Of course in high school I was a simple guy, a bit different from the rest of the people where I grew up. I had a direction and a purpose; where most kids were interested in going to parties and getting drunk (and maybe a peek if they were lucky), I wanted to study and make something of myself.
You know the kind. Poor white trash tring to make something of himself; the kid in the corner with the glasses held together by tape, calculator in hand. If this were an earlier age, he’d be trying to read the little black numbers off the slipstick; maybe in the future it’s a laptop with holograms projecting out of it’s surface.
Except that I never wore glasses. My parents told me that in order to get along in this life you need to dress well and look good, and who gives a damn about your brains. So I’m just shy of 6 feet tall and fairly well built; I even play waterpolo when sufficiently drunk enough not to care. But my desire was to be a professional, perhaps a systems analyst, with a nice wife and a couple of kids. The dog in the front yard and the Volvo in the garage is optional, of course.
When I was admitted into Pacific Tech, I was elated. All the hard study and good grades allowed me into one of the toughest schools in the state. Yes, the place had a 6 to 1 ratio male to female, but I was only there to study. As soon as I figured out what I wanted to do with my life, and as soon as I graduated to a successful job I would go about finding that nice woman who I could marry and live happily ever after with. My life was progressing quite nicely, thank you, and on the path I forordained for myself.
One of the first things that happens at PacTech (as we all knew the place) was “Freshman Camp”, a place where all the students went to learn about the honor code and meet the various fraternities. It’s generally a three day affair which takes place in a small cove just south of Avon on Santa Catalina Island.
We all gathered in the middle of the student houses for the bus ride out. The freshman class, about 200 students, brought their gear out and waited. Looking around I found more than a sufficient supply of calculators hanging from nerdy guy’s belts to satisfy the computational requirement of any one of NASA’s space probes. I was glad for my parent’s advice to keep care of myself and my apperance; I certainly stood out from the crowd!
The busses arrived, and the great mass proceeded to stuff themselves in. Not in any particular hurry I moved to the back of the second bus, and made myself comfortable. As the bus packed, a rather pretty girl picked me out, and worked her way to the back to join me.
She wore a rather tight leather miniskirt, a tank top, and a black leather
jacket; the exception to the rule of t-shirts and messed up hair. From thisvantage I saw a rather shapely ass and thighs dressed in black fish-net stockings, and something inside of me awoke for the first time.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen a girl before. I had dated some in high
school. It just was, well, not in my plans for the future. I am a goal-
directed person; if it’s towards my goal I am more agressive than most and stubborn as a mule. If it isn’t in the direction I want to go, however,
nothing can cause it to capture my interest.
But something about the way she breathed was impressive. Her shape, her long flaming red hair, the smell of her purfume; I couldn’t move, couldn’t think.Something more primitive was trying to rest the controls of my life away from me, and I wasn’t too certain I should give in. When she asked if she could join me, I stammered “uh, sure”, and she giggled as she sat down and snuggled up next to me. And my poor mind fried.
Scotty, beam me up! Circuit overload! Red alert! (And as a vision of me
rubbing her thighs, or letting my hand run itself up to the hair between her legs.) She held my hand and asked if I was okay. I didn’t know. The Volvo was sinking fast.
We arrived some thirty minutes and three thousand years later at the dock where our boat would be taking the freshman class out to the island. Gloria, still holding my hand and chatting away about her family and her friends in high school, was still snuggled up very close to me, and I was stiff. Holding hands was safe, but something inside of me was telling me that it wasn’t. The boat arrived, we moved to there, and she sat herself on my lap, holding on to me as the boat moved towards it’s destination.
Actually the boat ride wasn’t too bad; my mind having overloaded itself with the possibility that there may be more to life than computers and a cosy marriage in the distant future. I rubbed her back and told her about the place where I grew up; she held on to me and told me about her house in Texas and how the waters in the ocean were so warm that she’d go swimming nude in the moonlight.
Once the boat arrived, we were seperated. The class seperated, was processed,placed into their appropriate rooms or tents as the situation warranted, and sent on our way to the lectures, meetings, and group talks which were supposed to dominate our life for the next few days. Of course I was disappointed; for the rest of the day through lunch and dinner I hoped to meet Gloria and hold her hand, but of course (my rational part told me) my purpose at PacTech was to study.
After dinner there was a “campfire”. With two hundred people attending it’s rather hard to sit around a single fire and be cozy; and about an hour into this listening to kids talk about their science fair experiments and how they wanted to revolutionize Artificial Intelligence with the unique insight they possessed, I quietly left.
Behind the campsite there is a hill called “Bible Peak.” It is a hill about
two hundred feet up with a cross of wood at the top. It also possessed one of the best views of the campsite and the ocean below. In full moonlight I made the hour trek to the top of the hill, where I found a rock and sat still, watching the white waves crash below.
While contemplating the stars and my future I heard a twig snap behind me. Startled, I turned around. A dark figure worked it’s way up the last 10 feet of hill and sat itself beside me, moon at it’s back. Without a word, it started stroking my hair and face, relaxing me.
Gloria! I was happy to see her again, as I missed her company from the
morning bus trip. She stood over me, while stroking my hair, and started to work herself out of her tank top.
I grabbed her hand. “Hang on,” I said, “maybe we should talk. I’ve never done this before. Can you just sit here and talk with me a while?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. You just take my breath away. Sorry; I’m just new at this. Please forgive me. God your beautiful.” I was in overload; there were about a dozen things I wanted to tell her but that was the best I could do.
She sat down next to me and held my hand, and we talked some more. She had an interest in photography and I told her how beautiful the moon and ocean would be captured on film. I told her about the stars where I was from and how if you were patient you could make out the Milky Way. She asked me about my lovers and I admitted there had been none; I was always interested in fufilling my dreams, but I had to admit I wasn’t certain what they were anymore. We laughed, and when she went to kiss me on the cheek, it seemed natural to kiss
her on the lips.
She let her hands glide over my back and I held her and stroked her hair. She shivered when I ran my fingernails down her back, and experimentally, I let my fingers run lower and lower over her ass as well. I wispered in her ear, asking if she was alright, and she responded by tumbling us both over onto the grass, her on top.
She pinned me down with her hands on my elbows, and laughed. “I’ve got you now. What should I do with you?” “Uh, whatever you wish; you’ve got me, after all.” To which, she started to unbutton my shirt and kissing my chest.
I worked her tank top off and started rubbing the skin underneath. Her nipples felt hard against my bare chest, and she gasped quietly when I ran my fingers over them. Perfectly shaped, she held one to my mouth and I started licking it, first gently, then hard, pulling the enire nipple in with my mouth and pressed around the tip with my toung.
Gloria picked her weight off of my hips and worked her way around to start taking my pants off. I rotated towards her on my side and started rubbing her thighs. Allowing my hands to work their way up her tight miniskirt, I found her pubic hair wet, though then I had no idea why.
After working my pants off of me, she licked my stiff cock and started sucking hard. What fragments of my mind that survived up until then had been blown, with the smell of her long red hair and her firm ass in my hands, my hard cock in her mouth and part ways down her throat.
She asked me then if I wanted to make love. I said yes, but I didn’t know how. “Don’t worry; let me do the driving.” She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the ground, and sat herself on me, slowly working me inside. Holding my wrists to the ground, she rocked her hips back and forth until I was all the way in, and rythmically she brought herself up and down.
I was breathless. Gloria smiled at me and shuddered, getting tighter and
tighter around me with each pass. She rocked for several minutes, and then with some effort pushed herself upright, brushing her hair upright and allowing me full view of her glorious chest. I reached up and grabbed one, then the other, and circled her tits with the tips of my fingers, spiralling from the outside to the nipples. It seemed forever she rocked on top of me, both of us moaning and not carring who found us there, until I exploded, and for a moment her face shined in something more than moonlight.
I asked her “Why me?” at some point during our lovemaking, and she laughed, saying “Your cute, and I liked the way you tried to cover your shyness on the boat ride over.” After our lovemaking I held her in my arms and ran my fingers down her back. By this time it must have been midnight; the moon now low over the hills, and she snuggled close, spoon fashion; this time for warmth.My hands fell on her stomach, and I drew circles around her bellybutton and across the top of her pubic hair. Turned on by this I bit the back of her neck softly, and ran my fingers up and down from her chest to her crotch. Her back arched, pressing her ass against my now stiffened member. Grabbing it, I pushed it forwards and in, brushing her clit with my fingers in the process.
“May I drive this time?”
She arched her back even more, reaching around and grabbing my ass to help me in deeper. I held her, one arm around her stomach, and the other arm propping her head up and holding her close. We rocked, I driving myself even deeper and deeper as she moaned. I was sure we must have been heard, but I really didn’t care; the only thing that mattered was this sexy girl in my arms, and driving her as wild as I could.
She broke out in a cold sweat all of a sudden, and I felt a wetness down below that wasn’t from me. She then gasped, and her grip on my ass tightened as I exploded again, clamping down on my teeth to keep from yelling at the top of my lungs.
We met every night on that trip; each time in a different location near the
campsite. She taught me the fundamentals of sex, her shapely body infinitely adaptable to all of about a dozen different positions. And as we sailed back to the mainland back to school proper we held each other at the front of the boat, her arm around my waist and on my ass, and my arm around her body, hand inside of her leather jacket.
It’s been almost seven years since my introduction to the mysteries. Gloria is now married and living somewhere on the east coast; I haven’t seen her in years. I now live alone in a one bedroom apartment in Pasadena; somehow the thought of a house with a wife and kids, Volvo and dog in the yard just doesn’t appeal to me the same way as it did before. It’s not a goal the way it was for me before; now it’s just something that I might like to have someday.
I have had quite a few lovers since that night; I’ve even been in a few
menage-a-trios. With each lover I have learned something different about sex and making love; with each person sex is different but always wonderful. But for me, the first time was special, a time that I shall remember always.
Starring role
Saturday, February 16th, 2008 Starring role
By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”
The dream
Friday, February 15th, 2008 The dream
By: ISS
She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger.
She opened her eyes quickly, sat up and turned on the
nightstand light to dispel the vision. No sense trying for sleep
now, she thought. Why the dream had come, why it affected her,
consumed her like this, she did not know; but for now it would
not leave her.
She lit a cigarette, hoping to concentrate on that and
occupy her mind, dispel the terrible demon that was the dream
with the mundane, the ordinary. She sat back against the
headboard, and without thinking closed her eyes tiredly.
Instantly the dream filled her vision again. A dark
restaurant, club, bar, a place she had never been; a man she did
not know — no, did not *want* to know; the small room,
featureless apart from a bed against one wall, without blankets
or frame or headboard; the feel of him against her, on top of
her; feeling him between her legs, parting them, dividing her
(divide and conquer, a part of her mind thought, unbidden),
opening her….
She started suddenly, looking down. As of its own volition,
her hand was caressing her bare thigh, grasping it, pulling her
leg away from its mate…opening her….
She stubbed out the cigarette and jumped to her feet, her
heart racing, pounding. This is ridiculous, she thought, pacing
the floor. It’s a dream. *Only* a dream. I’m in control; it
only affects me as much as I want it to.
Instantly upon thinking the phrase she stopped her pacing.
The truth penetrated her mind: she *did* want it to affect her,
to consume her. She wanted a reality to match the dream.
NO! she shouted inside herself, sitting on the bed and
massaging her temples. All right, she admitted, your sex life
hasn’t been that good lately: a series of nice guys, really
sweet and kind and considerate and gentle, maybe lacking a
certain fire, but good. So now, just for kicks, you’re going to
go to bed with someone you know nothing about? Going to risk
rape, abuse, VD? My God, risk AIDS? Is that what all of your
rhetoric about male chauvinism, about the myth of machismo and
how sex is sharing, is cooperation, comes to?
She tried to follow the old arguments playing now in her
head, to hold back the dark tide of her dream with a teaspoon of
reality, but it was no use. There was a kind of fire in her now,
a heavy feeling, an electricity that began just behind her navel
and traveled down her thighs, moving up again to nestle between
her legs, to smolder in her womb. It spread upwards as well,
moving along her skin and setting it ablaze, turning her nipples
into pointed rosettes and moving toward her center, until finally
it touched the pit of her heart.
She stood, and moved toward the closet to dress. She told
herself that she had no choice, that the dream was in control of
her. It was easier than admitting that she wanted what the dream
had to offer.
The bar had no name, other than BAR. She stood in front of
its gaudy red neon and its signs proclaiming COORS and MILLER On
Tap. The sole window was heavily curtained, and the door was a
solid wood portal, keeping the world out and its patrons in.
She had asked the taxi to stop here after passing by
countless other places, establishments more well-known and better
furnished than this. Trendy singles bars, dance clubs, places
with live music or canned music or no music at all; a club
downtown catering to orange-spike-haired aficionados of loud
music and full-contact dancing; a bar full of ferns and imported
beer and men and women in expensive sweaters and designer jeans,
each with an edge of desperation in his or her eyes; a club with
a long admittance line, and a muscular, well-groomed man at the
door eyeing each potential entrant, judging their worthiness to
enter.
She had almost stopped here, not doubting that she could
have gotten in, no questions asked. After some thought as to
what to wear, she had settles on a black jersey dress, its light
knit fabric clinging oh-so-gently to her body, briefly hugging
her hips before flowing freely around her legs, gracefully
accenting her shoulders and arms. The open neckline sometimes
slid down a little over one shoulder; she had discovered that the
effect was intensified if she pretended not to notice, and if she
went braless, as she was now. She had also worn black open-toed
shoes, the heels bringing out the shape of her calf, and a purse
of matching black fabric. The look was designed to convey
innocence masking a secret knowledge.
Now, though, she felt the innocence winning out, becoming
uncertainty. She had been vaguely dissatisfied with each bar and
club, running an exorbitant fare crisscrossing the downtown area
looking for a place that felt right. On one traverse of the
city, the driver had taken a shortcut along a little-used street;
and she had spotted the bar, quickly telling the driver to pull
over, paying the fare absent-mindedly, not noticing the driver
pull away.
*Something* about this place had caught her eye.
This is insane, she thought, not for the first time since
leaving her apartment. It’s nearly one A.M. and you’re standing
in front of a bar in God knows what part of town, wearing an
outfit that might as well have a sign on it saying Rape Me, and
you don’t even know *why*, do you? She closed her eyes to think.
As if it had been waiting, growing inside her mind, the
dream came to her, full-force. She felt again the weight of the
stranger on her, felt his hands — not gentle, but not painful,
as though touch was his only sense — and hers as well, touching
him in like manner, kneading him, grasping him, holding his hips
and pulling forward —
Her eyes snapped open, she gasped slightly. Where this
dream had come from, and where its power came from, she did not
know. She knew only that she had to follow, to find out if this
tantalizing vision could possibly be real.
She stepped forward and, her heart pounding, pulled open the
heavy door.
Her first impression was one of silence, and darkness. Even
deserted as it was, the street behind her carried its own noise,
its own rhythms; and the few streetlights and lit windows along
the avenue did cast some light. Inside, though, the bar was much
more dimly lit, catering perhaps to those who do not wish to be
seen, and who prefer the sound of their own thoughts.
The change in lighting, however, threw her off for a moment.
She found herself momentarily blind and deaf, so that for a
moment her only sensation was the rough feel of the door jamb to
which she clung with one hand, and the smooth fabric of her purse
in the other, and the wooden floor beneath her feet; and the
spasm she felt suddenly, the jump in the indescribable hunger in
her. I’m very close, she thought.
As her eyes adjusted, she found, disconcertingly, that the
few patrons of the bar, whom she had been unable to see, had been
staring at her. There was a man in working clothes, who turned
back to his drink uninterestedly; another man, who had not seen
her and was too involved in his own alcoholic world to notice or
care; and a third man, near the back.
It was this third man who captured her attention. He had
jet black hair, slightly wavy, glossy but not enough to have been
styled; just long enough not to be stylish, to be different. He
stood casually, relaxed, the way a cat looks relaxed just before
it pounces. Leather blazer, black or navy pants, it was too dark
to tell. Shoulders — shoulders from ancient Greece or Rome,
from a statue, the shoulders of an athlete or a swimmer, not the
weekend-health-club type she was used to. Hands with slightly
hairy knuckles and long fingers that held his glass, moving as
though caressing it, as though they could not keep still.
She turned away, suddenly aware that she had been staring at
him and trying to forget he had been staring back. She felt a
hot flush rise in her cheeks as she found a stool at the bar.
The bartender came and gave her a bored, questioning look; she
asked for vodka. Nothing fancy, she told herself. One stiff
drink, maybe that will clear this up. Inwardly, she doubted it.
The drink arrived; she half-emptied it in one gulp. The
fluid ran burning down her throat, and she closed her eyes
briefly.
Again the vision came to life, this time ten times more
vivid: her hands on him, pulling him urgently onto her, into
her; the white-hot feeling as he opened her, thrusting to her
core in one swift stroke —
Her eyes snapped open, and the vision faded, mercifully. It
was so much more intense now, so vivid. She shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, aware suddenly that she had made
herself wet. The hunger was growing now, the feeling between her
legs and in the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.
Almost against her will, she turned her head toward where
the man had been sitting, and realized with a start that he was
gone. She stood stunned for a moment, then looked around the
bar, and gasped. He was standing right beside her.
“Hello,” he said. Baritone, slightly scratchy; smoker’s
voice. There was a slight tobacco odor to him, blending with the
scent of a cologne she couldn’t place and an indescribable smell
she could place all too well. She still didn’t know where the
dream had come from, but she knew now that its power had affected
him too.
Wordlessly he reached out and touched her hand, which was
gripping the railing of the bar tightly. His touch was hot,
electric; her hand relaxed instinctively, and a small whimper
escaped her lips. She found herself staring helplessly into his
eyes, his blue-grey eyes that smiled slightly, just as his full
lips did now. His index finger traced along the back of her
hand, leaving an itch behind it, a burning itch that kindled a
fire in her limbs. She had felt weak-kneed passion before, the
kind every schoolgirl feels, but this was different, opposite.
She felt energized by it, restless. Her knees weren’t weak; on
the contrary, it was difficult to keep them still and straight.
She moved her hand so that it was palm-up now, and caressed
his palm with her nails. His eyes clouded ever so slightly,
still fixed on hers as hers were fixed on his, and she knew that
the dream, the terrible vision was not hers alone. She slid off
the barstool and stood, her hand still moving against his, no
longer caressing or tickling but rubbing now, gently,
palm-to-palm.
God, this is insane, she thought. Please let it stop — no,
not stop — just end; please let me find a way to feed this
hunger….
He took a step backwards, and she moved likewise. He turned
then, and walked toward the back of the bar, toward an unmarked,
unremarkable door. The eye contact broken, she stopped, feeling
like a marionette suddenly hung on a hook, without guidance.
Again she felt the uncertainty, the fear — the words Rape,
Abuse, Kidnap flashing through her brain — and then the hunger
flexed again, sending a pulse through her, strong, almost animal.
Without thinking she moved forward, feeling as though she were
floating rather than walking, catching up to him as he held the
door open for her. She entered into another darkness.
The room was almost exactly as she had seen it in the
vision: plain, featureless, only a bed without blankets or
topsheet for furniture, the head against one wall, sitting on the
floor without a frame. Who has a bed in a bar? she thought.
This is ludicrous. The difference between the room in the dream
and this room was that the dream-room had had that sourceless
illumination only a dream can have, while this room was dimly lit
by light leaking through the door jamb at the top. Her eyes
adjusted quickly, after the dimness of the bar.
She turned, and saw him shedding his jacket, not quite
smoothly, as though he too didn’t quite know what to do next.
The dim light streaked across his face, casting deep shadows,
accentuating his cheekbones and his lips. Half-illuminated, he
looked incomplete, a mere shell, as though the surface of him —
his skin, his lips, his hands — was all she knew of, all
she wanted.
She felt adrift now, moved by forces she could not see or
control; and those forces moved her to him now, moved her hands
to his head, to his cheeks. She stroked his skin, held him, bent
her head back as she pulled him to her lips; felt him move
willingly, without protest; and then felt the excruciating touch
of his lips on hers.
The kiss was energizing, electrifying, burning; she felt her
lips part to receive his, the press of his flesh, just the barest
hint of tongue; and suddenly the smoldering in her mind and
between her legs burst into flame, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, trying to drink him in, to consume him. His
hands slid up her back, and their tongues wrestled; small moans
escaped from both of them. She felt her hips undulating, and
couldn’t stop — didn’t want to stop, she realized. This was the
dream made reality, the spirit made flesh: this man to whom she
had not said one word, possessing her and she him, in an
anonymous room, for no reason other than sensation and pleasure.
He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss, and looked at
her. All trace of a smile was gone now from his face, replaced
now by a look of hunger, unmasked now, unconcealed. He put his
hands on her shoulders, gripped the neckline of her dress,
grasped, pulled suddenly apart. The fabric ripped violently, and
she recoiled with a gasp. Her breasts bounced, steadied, their
hard nipples proclaiming her arousal. She stepped backward
toward the bed, and he followed. The backs of her knees touched
the mattress. She reached out for him, and clutching a lapel in
each hand, fell back onto the bed, pulling him onto her.
Their lips met again, hungrily, their tongues seeking each
other. She pushed him away suddenly, still holding his shirt,
and pulled with all her strength. Buttons popped and flew, and
she grasped his shirt lower and finished the task, ripping the
cloth off him. His chest stood bare now, almost hairless, the
muscles well-defined in a way that suggested, not workouts, but
honest use. Briefly she wondered who he was, what he did — but
only briefly; she didn’t know and didn’t want to; this body, and
the force driving it, were all she wanted now.
She ran her hands over his chest as he ripped the remainder
of the fabric off her body. She had debated going out without
panties, and had decided against it; now she regretted the
decision. She wanted to be naked now, to be exposed before this
man, and for him to be exposed to her. She acted on the second
desire, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants quickly,
fumblingly. She felt his legs move, and heard his shoes drop to
the floor as he slipped them off, first one, then the other. She
finished with his pants, and he hurriedly slid them off onto the
floor, along with his briefs.
He was totally naked now, exposed, as she had wanted; and he
was indeed like a statue, like a Greek god, the muscles in his
legs as developed as those in his chest, hips not too narrow,
ample enough for a good grip (a dream-image flashed through her,
of her hands on those hips, pulling him into her), his cock hard,
throbbing now with need.
She put her hands to the waist of her panties to slide them
off, and then, on impulse, pulled instead, ripping them. His
hands joined hers, ripping the remainder of the fabric; she lay
now exposed, the scent of her wafting into his nostrils and his
brain and his mind, as he closed his eyes, the fire no doubt
building in him as it was in her.
She began to slide her shoes off with her toes, but he was
on her suddenly, his lips against hers, then on her neck, as his
hips thrust at her and his cock pushed against her belly, then
slid down, seeking the heat between her legs. She opened her
legs, pulling her thighs open with her hands as she had done in
the dream, as he moved farther down, nestling father into her;
and then he slid forward again, and she bucked her hips in
response, as he entered her, penetrating her to her very core in
one stroke.
She cried out then, the first truly audible sound she’d made
since entering the bar, but her cry was quickly muffled by his
lips. They fought again with their tongues, she trying again to
drink him in, at the same time thrusting her hips to meet his as
she tried to posers him this way also. She bit his neck, pulled
at his hair, ran her nails over his skin; she flicked at his
nipples, as hard as hers now, eliciting a cry from him; he pulled
at her breasts, nibbling, nipping, pinching her nipples; and all
the while they moved, bucked, slammed against each other.
His cock speared her again and again, hard and fast,
reaching some center deep within her that knew nothing but white,
clear pleasure. Her pussy closed around him, hugged him,
clasping him in a grip which knew no surcease, which would never
let him free, not while this intense pleasure could continue.
Her legs spread wide for him, letting him deeper; her feet, still
encased in the shoes, caressed his calves and the backs of his
knees.
Suddenly the center deep within her exploded, a white-hot
burst that stole her breath and her senses, left her falling
endlessly in a world of pleasure. Dimly she was aware of his
motions, and of hers, but she sensed nothing directly, nothing
but the fire which burned her mind to ashes, left her with
nothing but desire, nothing but lust.
She found her breath, and screamed, as the explosion
repeated itself, her pussy throbbing, squeezing the cock within
it now, as she reveled in the sensation. She felt him move
faster now, working toward his own release, and she moved to
help, feeling the fire inside her building once again. She
flicked at his nipples, bit his neck, rocked her hips in time
with his motions, felt herself throb inside as she tried to coax
his pleasure out of him.
He stiffened, and she thrust her hips toward him, impaling
herself deeply; and she felt the first wild, liquid burst, his
entire body shuddering with the release of it. He arched his
back, and she moved to follow, as he spasmed again and again, his
release fueling her passion, bringing her closer to her own
immolation once again.
Suddenly she felt him relax, though his cock was still hard
inside her. Her own climax was only moments away, but he had
stopped; he was not moving. Desperately, almost angrily, she
brought her legs up, and, still wearing the shoes, dug her spike
heels into his thighs, spurring him.
He gasped, and fell forward, and into her again. She flexed
her legs even more, bringing her knees even with her breasts, and
prodded him again, this time in his rear, at the top of his
thighs.
She brought her hands down to his buttocks, pulling him into
her desperately, raking her nails across his skin. She needed
him — no, she thought, not him. She needed cock — pure, sweet,
and simple, nothing and no one attached, just this, yes, just
pure unadulterated pleasure, just a cock to fill her, to touch
her so deeply, where she couldn’t touch herself, to fill her and
ram into her, to stroke her, spread her, open her. Nothing but
cock — no name, no face, nothing else, just this.
She was building toward her own private explosion again —
as was he, impossibly, as she felt him shudder and stiffen again,
his cock going very hard and meeting her center again. She
summoned all her strength then, and stopped, holding him still,
prolonging the moment, her mouth open in a silent scream;
stretching the pleasure until it became unbearable, agonizing,
until her entire body was straining for release, and she thought
Yes, yes, just a little longer, just a moment, stretch it until
it’s more than I can take, until I want to die from it, want it
to possess me and take me, to burn me, to consume me, yes, yes —
She arched her back, meeting his hips one last time, impaling
herself impossibly deeply, her scream matching his, feeling
herself throbbing, not merely between her legs but from head to
toe, her arms and legs locking around him, holding him tight, as
she felt him spend himself inside her, writhing against her,
unable and unwilling to escape her passion, his hands balling
into fists behind her back, striking the mattress, his thighs and
arms clenching, relaxing, clenching, and relaxing again, as he
laid down on her and she released her grip on him, caressing him,
soothing him as he did her.
The fire was gone now, and a kind of sad peace crept into
her mind and heart. She lay with her head to one side, hearing
his breathing subside as he caught his breath. And suddenly,
unbidden, a thought went through her head as she felt herself
dozing off in this stranger’s arms:
To sleep…perchance to dream….
