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Wicked Wicked · Fetish · Part 1 The white, 19-y/o Georg and the also-white, 20-y/o Sebastian, were enrolled in summer classes at a university. And the first Thursday evening in July, they were studying when Georg was surfing online and found a Net-group, “DisreputableTarts.” He scrolled through its membership list until he accessed a naked woman’s picture showing her large, firm tits, trim legs and black hair. He then read: - “Hello. I'm Carol, a 38-y/o widow living in River City. I hope to contact dominant men, being I’m submissive and desperately needing golden-showers, extreme humiliation and safe physical abuse. My hobby is corrupting adult boys, 18 to 21. Please reply to 'thesurpreme_slut@gmail.com'.” ‘Look, Sebastian,’ Georg said as he pointed toward his computer screen. ‘Wow, she’s a sexy, old broad, isn’t she?’ Sebastian remarked. ‘She has a vulgar appearance, though I’ll answer her anyway.’ Georg said as he typed: - “Carol. I’m Georg. My buddy, Sebastian, and I think you’re hot. He’s 20 and I’m 19. We live in River City, too. Can you meet us in Washington Park this Sunday morning at 2:3o?” Carol immediately responded, 'I will, sir.' That morning, the guys drove to the otherwise-deserted park and waited until she arrived in nothing except high-heeled shoes. ‘I’m indecent, aren’t I, sirs?’ she askd. ‘Yeah,’ Sebastian replied, as he clutched her tresses and steered her into the men’s restroom. ‘This is where you’ll desecrate the Sabbath,’ he informed her. ‘Yes, sir,’ Carol said. ‘Are you ready for my abuse?’ Georg inquired. ‘Yes, I am, sir,’ she’d scarcely answered before his palm exploded against her pretty face. ‘Aaah!’ she gasped. ‘The poor thing’s suffering!’ Georg jeered. ‘Good!’ Sebastian said, followed by him inserting his finger in the slit between her thighs. ‘This is a morally primitive cave,’ he noted. ‘What do you expect? She’s a Neanderthal!’ Georg chuckled before Sebastian removed his finger and wiped it across her lips. ‘You’re so, so sweet!’ he snickered. ‘Cunts are known as honey-traps,’ Georg interjected. ‘She has a potty-hole,’ Sebastian referred to her anus while undressing ‘Your cock’s beautiful, sir,’ she told him regarding his 11-inched pecker. ‘You’re in love with it, aren’t you?’ Sebastian asked. ‘Yes, sir,’ Carol admitted. ‘Prove it!’ he snarled as he bent her over and chiseled his prick into her vag. ‘Fuck me!’ she moaned. ‘You contemptible whore!’ Sebastian growled. ‘Demolish the bitch!’ Georg advised him. ‘Yeah!’ Sebastian answered. ‘Uuuh – uuuh – uuuh!’ Carol panted. In a bit, Sebastian came in her snatch and withdrew from it while Georg stripped, brought her to her knees and guided his 9-inched cock into her throat. ‘Suck my dick, you dirty skank!’ he yelled, and Carol obeyed until she had an orgasm. Georg next unloaded in her mouth. ‘Let's relieve our bladders,’ he grinned as the boys pissed in her gullet. ‘Thank you, sirs,’ Carol said. ‘We’re giving you a chance to corrupt us again in church next Sunday morning,’ Sebastian smiled. ‘When, sir? ‘Ten 0’clock,’ Sebastion said. ‘Thanks for mistreating me, sirs,’ she answered, then left. But she didn’t realize that the church was temporarily closed, since its pastor had hired Sebastian and Georg to do some repairs. Still aroused, she wore a skirt, blouse, fishnets and high heels to another meeting when Sebastion and Georg were dressed in priest robes. ‘You understand you’re “wicked”, don’t you?’ Sebastian inquired. ‘I do, sir,’ Carol said. ‘Were you faithful to your husband?’ Georg questioned her. ‘No, sir.’ ‘You were and always will be an adulteress!’ Georg remarked as he led her up the aisle to the altar. ‘Pray!’ he ordered. ‘Yes, sir!’ Carol whispered as she sank to her knees. Sebastian then hammered his cock into her guts. ‘I’m evil!’ she wept. ‘Yeah, and your sins are beyond forgiveness!’ Georg said before Sebastian unloaded in and discarded her bowels. Never in her life, had she felt so degraded and multiple orgasms possessed her with demonic fury while Georg aimed his dick into her rectum. 'Split my ass wide open!' she exclaimed, with Georg indulging her until he spewed jizz into it. By then, Sebastian was holding a communion goblet into which he and Georg jacked-off and urinated. Sebastian then poured the liquids into her mouth. ‘We hereby invoke the Devil’s name and curse you forever!’ he intoned, and... ‘... amen!’ Georg concluded the ‘service.’ However, she wanted him and Sebastian to 'marry' her and a week later, they had a pretend wedding, though the guys demanded that she continue engaging in ‘adultery.' ~*~ Part 2 After the 'nuptials', Carol astonished her ‘husbands’ by confessing to her fantasies involving bestiality. ‘You little pervert!’ Sebastian snorted. ‘That’s what you are, isn’t it?’ Georg inquired. ‘Yes, sir!’ 'That's right,' Georg said. Without forewarning her, though, Sebastian and Georg explained a certain plan to their friends, the white, 18-y/o Elroy and black, 21-y/o Jeremy. ‘Are you serious?’ Elroy asked them. ‘Yeah, we are,’ Georg answered. ‘Carol’s your wife?’ Jeremy said. ‘Unofficially,’ Sebastian responded. ‘The honeymoon’s this Saturday night and we’ve reserved a room at the River City Motor Inn. Come with us,’ Georg said. Next, he and Sebastian went to a kennel to purchase an Australian Shepherd and named him Nimrod. Having done that, they took him to Jeremy’s apartment and left him there until the honeymoon when Sebastian ordered, ‘Wear your red shoes representing adultery and the bridal gown we bought you.' ‘Yes, sir,’ the slag answered before Sebastian and Georg drove her to the motel where Elroy, Nimrod and Jeremy were waiting. Sebastian unlocked the door and shoved her into the room while Georg, Nimrod, Elroy and Jeremy followed. ‘Let me introduce Nimrod, the mighty hunter,’ Georg said. ‘He’s going to shoot his arrow and not miss,’ Sebastian remarked. ‘You fucking hound!’ Elroy disparaged her. ‘Yes, I’m hound!’ Carol said as Jeremy shredded her gown, honked her boobs and said, ‘These milk-cans are enormous.’ ‘Her infidelity’s monstrous!’ Georg sneered. ‘Yep. She wallows in her own filth,’ Sebastian said as he, Georg, Jeremy and Elroy undressed. However, Jeremy’s 12-inched staff excited Carol. She fell to her knees and directed it into her mouth. ‘Suck my cock, you piece of shit!’ he growled. Elroy then moved behind her and hurled his 10-inched spear into her vag. ‘Dummy!’ he yelled. ‘Your brains are in your dung-pussy!’ Sebastian remarked. Hearing that inspired Georg. He went to the bathroom and returned with a toilet plunger. ‘This is her favorite dildo!’ he smiled not long before Elroy soiled her snatch and Jeremy her mouth, followed by Georg slashing the plunger handle into her entrails. ‘Yes, yes, assault me!’ she urged him. ‘I’m not a rapist!’ Georg answered, ‘Me, neither, though I’ve never seen a fouler woman,’ Jeremy said as Georg removed the handle. ‘Foul is as foul does!’ Sebastian snickered while jamming his cock into her ass. He’d barely done that before Georg crammed 4 fingers down her throat. ‘Gag!’ he snarled. ‘Uh-hmmm!’ she nodded while he withdrew his fingers and thrust his penis into her oral gape. In a few minutes, Sebastian jizz-defiled her guts and Georg her mouth. Moaning, the vixen crawled under the canine’s belly and nursed his pizzle into a 7-inched boner. He then reared and penetrated her snatch. Silently, the hunks watched until Jeremy shouted, ‘You’re disgusting!’ ‘Yeah, an obscene abomination!’ Georg replied. ‘Yes, sir!’ she wailed as an orgasm flooded her loins. Soon, Nimrod unloaded in her vag and dismounted her. ‘Okay, let's seal the unholy union,’ Georg said. ‘Union?’ Elroy asked. ‘Her latest husband's tied the knot with her,’ Georg replied. ‘We aren’t selfish, are we, Georg?’ Sebastian said. ‘No,’ Georg answered as he, Jeremy, Sebastian and Elroy pissed in her mouth. ‘Thank you, sirs,’ Carol said. ‘‘Don’t forget that your husbands will never love you,’ Georg remarked. ‘Yeah,’ Sebastian said. ‘You should perform stupid pet tricks!’ Jeremy scoffed. ‘You should turn tricks. How much are you worth?’ Elroy asked. ‘Nothing, sir.’ ‘Your wife’s less-valuable than junk, Nimrod!’ Elroy chuckled. ‘This is weird, but I wish my mother was a dog-fucking whore,’ Jeremy said. 'Me, too,’ Elroy replied. ‘I’ll play your mother,’ Carol volunteered. ‘You little pervert!’ Sebastian repeated. Once the men had driven her and Nimrod home, however, they banged her for another hour and she enjoyed it ~*~ Part 3 The next Friday, Sebastian and Georg went to the university cafeteria where their 21-y/o white friends, Troy and Jim, were eating lunch. Georg and Sebastian bought their food, carried their trays over to the other guys’ table and sat down. ‘Jim and I are having argument. Would the world be a better place if all girls were sluts?’ Troy asked. ‘I don’t mean to shock you, but can I tell you a something?’ Sebastian replied. ‘Sure,’ Jim said. ‘Georg and I are in an unsanctioned marriage Carol who's a slut.’ ‘Really?’ Troy answered. ‘Yeah, and metaphorically, our dog, Nimrod, is her third husband,’ Georg remarked. ‘You’ll let Jim and me do her, won’t you?’ Troy said. ‘Of course. Strange as it might sound, her best quality is her not respecting herself,' Georg answered. ‘Yeah, and I have an idea. Our original meeting happened in Washington Park on a Sunday morning which we’ll do this Sunday at 2:30,’ Sebastian said, followed by him and Georg going to Carol’s house. ‘Do you want us to shame you?’ Georg asked her. ‘Yes, I do, sir.’ At 2:15 on the present occasion, however, Georg had her wear nothing except high-heeled shoes, again. After that, he and Sebastian took her and Nimrod out to his car. Nimrod followed her into the back seat, with Georg and Sebastian getting in the front one. Georg then drove to the park, where seeing Troy and Jim awaiting her induced her to grovel toward them. ‘This is your wife?’ Troy inquired. ‘Yeah, Carol, and this is Nimrod,’ Georg said. ‘I guess you’re trained to satisfy 3 husbands,’ Jim noted. ‘Yes, sir.’ However, Jim and Troy were amazed by her large hooters. ‘Rocks fill those bags!’ Sebastian chortled. ‘Do you have rocks in your head?’ Troy sneered. ‘Yes, sir,’ Carol responded as Jim, Sebastian, Troy and Georg stripped. ‘Choke, you despicable whore!’ Jim snarled while thrusting his 11-inched penis into her mouth. He’d scarcely done that when Troy knelt behind her and rammed his 9-inched tool into her anus. ‘You dirty bitch!’ he yelled. Fifteen minutes later, Jim spooged her mouth and Troy her guts, though Sebastian masturbated into her hair. Next, Georg drilled his pecker into her vag, massaged it until he came in it and withdrew from her. The dog then stabbed his dick into her gooey snatch. ‘Fuck the 666 beast!’ Georg urged him. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ she moaned through an orgasm. ‘Christ almighty, this is unbelievable!’ Troy exclaimed shortly before Nimrod inseminated her vulva and jerked his pizzle from it. ‘It’s your duty to commit adultery, isn’t it?’ Georg reminded her. ‘Yes, sir,’ Carol said. After she. Nimrod, Georg and Sebastian went home, however, Georg filmed her and Nimrod rutting and uploaded the footage a site: The Cage. How appropriate for a beast! ~*~ Part 4 Naturally, Carol's second park experience was debasing, considering that Troy and Jim had learned about her 3 'husbands' while Jim had called her 'a despicable whore.' Since Sebastian and Georg relished opportunities to defame her, however, they requested the 33-y/o Javier to give her an embarrassing interview at The Voyeurs' Den which charged an admission fee. That occurred the Friday night 2 weeks later when she was wearing high-heeled shoes and collar. 'Will you be well-mannered if I release you from your cage?' Georg asked her a rhetorical question. 'Yes, sir.' 'Are you sure?' he responded. 'Yes, I am, sir,' Carol said. 'You promise not to howl, don't you?' Sebastian replied. 'Yes, I do. Where are we going, sirs?' Carol asked. 'You're destined to notoriety,' Georg answered. 'Yeah,' Sebastian said as he, Carol, Nimrod and Georg went to his car and he drove to The Den. 'You're Carol, aren't you?' the Latino Javier inquired. 'Yes, I am, sir,' she answered as Javier ushered her, Georg, Nimrod and Sebastian into his studio having a mirror-window in it. But she wasn't aware about 4 sensitive microphones in the ceiling and that an all-male audience could listen to every word. 'I'm Georg, this is Sebastian and Nimrod, the tramp's husbands,' the former said. 'Great meeting you,' Javier responded. 'Have a seat,' - and he gestured toward chairs before Sebastian, Georg and Carol sat down. 'Are you ready?' Javier said. Yes, I am, sir.' 'First, I must say you're lovely fuck-hole,' Javier complimented her. 'Thank you, sir.' 'You're welcome. How did you get to be a slut?' Javier replied. 'I don't know, sir.' 'Would you agree you're an impure female?' Javier said. 'Yes, I would, sir,' Carol responded, 'Okay, Sebastian and Georg, why do let her screw around?' Javier asked. 'She's worthless for anything else!' Sebastian smirked. 'Besides, nature manufactured her to please cocks by the literal 100's,' Georg remarked. 'He's exaggerating, isn't he?' Javier inquired. 'No, sir,' Carol fibbed. 'Do you have sex every day?' Javier asked. 'More than once a day, sir.' 'Really?' 'Yes, sir,' Carol said. 'Do you husbands ever kiss your wife?' Javier asked. 'Never,' Sebastian responded. 'She's vile, isn't she?' Javier said. 'Arc you, Carol?' Georg asked. 'Yes, sir!' 'Puta!' Javier growled as he exposed his 8-inched prick and stuffed it into her mouth after she'd knelt while Nimrod gouged his dick into her vag. Surprise then erupted among 30 white men who were stroking their pricks and observing the action, as they did unril Javier shot jizz into her throat and Nimrod squirt semen into her snatch. Next, Sebastian and Georg stripped, with Georg invading her ass. 'Uugghh, uugghh, uugghh!' she grunted. 'You filthy animal!' he snarled. 'Tu casa de perro (“you doghouse”)!' Javier sneered before Carol surrendered to a orgasm and Georg sauced her bowels. 'You're still a pervert!' Sebastian remarked while sinking his penis into and unloading in the same orifice. 'I always will be, sir!' 'Si, si, puta!' Javier grinned as Carol, Nimrod, Georg and Sebastian left, though she'd always remember that she was a 'vile!' ~*~ Part 5 Twice a week, Carol went to a beauty parlor. Throughout the next week while was she gone, Sebastian wore surgical gloves to collect Nimrod's sperm in jar which he stored in a bedroom refrigerator until a Saturday afternoon when she was drinking coffee in the kitchen. As well, she was dressed in panties and a bra. 'Did you buy some new clothes?' he inquired. 'I prefer being half-naked, sir,' she replied. 'Your immodesty suits you,' he answered. 'So does your depravity,' Georg remarked. 'Yes, sir!' 'You belong in the gutter!' he said. 'You're rude!' Sebastian chuckled. 'Thanks,' Georg answered, then: - 'Caffeine's an aphrodisiac.' 'Yes, sir,' Carol said. 'Are you horny?' Sebastian inquired. 'Yes, sir,' she answered. 'Take your bra and panties off,' Georg instructed. 'Yes, sir,' - and she stood to obey before Sebastian disappeared into his bedroom to bring the jar and a douche-bulb to the kitchen. 'Nimrod's supplied a drug,' he said as he opened the receptacles and emptied the jar into the bulb. He replaced its spout, thrust it into her ass and administered her an enema before he took her cup and held it under her. 'Defecate!' he snarled. 'Yes, sir!' Carol said as she complied. Next, he slid the nozzle out and buried it in her throat. 'Taste your poop!' he commanded. 'Uh-hmmm!' she nodded. Sebastian finally unplugged the spout and handed the beverage to her after she'd sat in her chair. 'Swill that, pig!' he laughed. 'Yes, sir!' Carol blushed. 'Our wife's a sow!' Georg remarked as Nimrod entered the kitchen, reared, aimed his dick into her snatch and triggered her orgasm to end the afternoon. ~*~ Part 6 Since Carol had received a large inheritance from her real husband, she didn't have a job until a company hired her to promote its business. And during supper the next Thursday, she announced, 'I'll be working, sirs.' 'Doing what?' Sebastian said. 'Demonstrating sex-toys. A customer's scheduled an appointment for tomorrow evening at 5, sir.' 'Your employer provided your phone number?' Georg asked. 'Yes, sir.' 'Congratulations. I'm proud,' Sebastian responded. 'Thank you, sir,' Carol replied. However, she didn't know it was the company's policy to send representatives to initial demonstrations, though she was wearing a short dress when she answered the door that evening. 'Hi, Carol. I'm Liam,' a white man startled her. 'H-e-l-l-o, s-s-sir.' 'Liam's an Irish name, isn't it?' Sebastian said. 'Yes, it is, and my ancestors kissed the Blarney Stone,' Liam replied before Georg whistled and Nimrod sauntered into the living room. Georg lifted his tail, shoved her to her kness and growled, 'Kiss your husband's stones!' 'Yes, sir!' Carol murmured as she started dehumanizing herself. 'Did you say husband?' Liam asked. 'Yeah, I did,' Georg answered as Liam dropped his jeans to display his 9-inched pecker. He began fondling it while Sebastian forced a vibrator and a dildo into her muff. Nimrod then turned and emptied his balls into her mouth. 'You shameful hussy!' Liam snorted. 'You're a slattern, aren't you, Carol?' Sebastian inquired. 'Yes, sir!' she admitted while an orgasm surged through her loins. 'Nimrod should divorce you!' Georg replied as he and Sebastian directed sperm into her oral pit. Nevertheless, Carol flinched when Liam shot jizz into her eyes. 'Weep, you poor, poor baby!' he taunted her. After that, he drew his jeans up. 'I'm finished and ready to report to my supervisor,' he said. 'Is she allowed to sell these devices?' Sebastian asked. 'Yeah, at a 75% discount,' Liam responded. 'Thank you, sir,' Carol bid him farewell, then: - 'Please don't divorce me, Nimrod!' But the dog's only answer was to bark! ~*~ Part 7 The following Saturday was the honeymoon's 3-month anniversary and Elroy's nineteenth birthday, with him, Sebastian, Nimrod and Georg celebrating both events at Carol's house. 'Time flies and I can't believe we've been hitched that long,' Georg said. 'Me, neither,' Sebastian replied, then: - 'You don't love your mother, do you, Elroy?' 'She's an obscene abomination,' Elroy quoted Georg. 'Yes, I am, sir,' responded Carol who was naked. 'You're glad Nimrod didn't divorce you, aren't you?' Georg asked. 'Yes, sir.' 'That's because he appreciates your promiscuity,' Georg said. 'Incest isn't any worse than bestiality, is it?' Sebastian inquired. 'No, sir.' 'You're an adulteress, aren't you, mom?' Elroy asked. 'Yes, sir.' 'That characterizes the sleaze-bag you are,' Georg answered as he, Sebastian and Elroy stripped. She lay on the floor; Elroy thrust his dick into her mouth while Nimrod steered his into her pussy. 'He's going to breed you!' Sebastian warned her. 'Whelp Nimrod a litter!' Georg suggested. 'I wouldn't mind sharing your motherhood,' Elroy said. 'You're generous,' Sebastian remarked. But Carol was taking pill. Nevertheless, Elroy battered her throat until he came in it and Nimrod her muff. They withdrew from her before Georg began destroying her snatch. 'Hurt me!' she begged him. 'You bet, I will!' he growled as he slimed her vag. However, he'd scarcely done that when Elroy flipped her off and said, 'Bless you, mother-dearest!' 'We cursed her in church, huh, Georg?' Sebastian inquired 'Yeah, forever!' Georg replied. 'I'm damned to hell, sirs!' Carol sobbed while Sebastian ejaculated into her mouth. 'Swallow your disgrace!' he ordered. 'Yes, sir.' 'Happy birthday, Elroy. Would you marry me?' she asked. 'You're twisted! But, why not?' Elroy answered. 'Thank you, sir.' She now had 4 'husbands,' though regretted that she couldn't 'whelp' Nimrod a 'litter.' (to be continued) The Wife Chronicles The Wife Chronicles · Group Sex · Part 1 - Annihilating Her Dignity Dominant, attractive, white and sexist, Leroy - a 29-year-old - thought that the female species was inferior, but didn’t know anyone who agreed before copulating with the submissive, 28-y/o Sylvia during a Halloween orgy. Her large paps were firm as were her haunches; she had nice legs and reddish-blonde hair. Due to her wantoness, though, Leroy demanded that she marry him because he didn't believe in marital sanctity. One August, Thursday evening, however, he joined a ‘Net-group, ‘ThreeHolers.’ In its membership list, he found the white, 25-y/o Jude and white, 23-y/o Adrian’s shared profile expressing their 'disdain for women' and mentioning that they lived in his city. Leroy uploaded her nude picture to a message: - ‘Hello. I’m Leroy and this is my wife, Sylvia. She’s into rough and abusive, though non-violent sex, extremely foul language, degradation and public embarrassment. We’d like to meet you at The Silver Moon Tavern this Friday night.” Jude and Adrian answered: - ‘Hi, Leroy, we’re glad you contacted us and we’ll go to the bar at 10 o’clock.” Leroy replied, ‘Okay.’ At 9:45 on present occasion, he commanded Sylvia to wear high-heeled shoes and a short, low-cut dress. ‘Yes, sir.’ After that, Leroy drove to the bar. ‘Strut your stuff,' he said. ‘Yes, sir,’ - and she arched her back to proudly display her boobs while the couple walked into the tavern and slected a corner table. Jude and Adrian recognized her and Jude greeted her, ‘How are you, babe?’ ‘I’m not a babe,’ Sylvia protested. ‘What are you?’ Adrian inquired. ‘A slut, sir.’ ‘Really? Leroy doesn’t respect you, does he?’ Jude asked. ‘No, sir.’ ‘He shouldn’t,’ Adrian remarked as he sat down beside her. ‘Your husband hasn’t told you we're going to ruin you in a junkyard I manage, has he?’ Jude said. ‘That’s right, sir,’ Sylvia answered. Leroy then ordered coffee, which the bartender served as Adrian lifted Sylvia’s dress and peered at her bare crotch. ‘There aren’t any panties in sight,’ he announced. ‘She’s an immodest lady – oh, shit, the lady’s a tramp!’ Jude sneered. ‘Well, your name’s similar to the Biblical Judas and I hope you’ll betray her wifely honor,’ Leroy chuckled. ‘How about I destroy her reputation, IF she has one?’ Jude asked. ‘Annihilate my dignity, sir!’ Sylia moaned. ‘Trust me, I will!’ Jude snorted as Leroy paid for everyone’s drinks. Having done that, he, Adrian, Sylvia and Jude left the bar, followed by Leroy pushing her into his car’s rear seat. Adrian and Jude slid in on either side of her and Leroy had barely started driving when he said, ‘The only reason Sylvia exists is because she’s whore.’ 'She’s trash!’ Adrian jeered. ‘Are you worthless?’ Jude inquired. ‘Yes, I am, sir!’ she admitted. ‘Yeah, you are!’ Jude said as he spat in her pretty face. When Leroy arrived at the junkyard, Jude unlocked the gate and waved Leroy through it. ‘Show us your body,’ Leroy commanded, She did, while Adrian and Jude leered at her. ‘These jugs are enormous,’ Adrian said as he groped her tits. ‘They have aphrodisiacs in them,’ Jude responded. ‘Yeah, and her ovary glands produce them,’ Leroy said. By then, Sylvia was feeling thoroughly betrayed, though aroused. Falling to her knees, she asked, ‘May I suck your cocks, sirs?’ Jude lowered his jeans and drilled his 11-inched pecker into her mouth, then: - 'Polish my knob, slut!’ Sylvia did while Leroy and Adrian observed the scene. But it wasn’t long until Jude emptied his nuts into her throat and withdrew from it. Adrian stripped and launched his 9-inched pole into her vag. ‘Eeeeh!’ the tart screamed. ‘Shut up!’ Adrian yelled. ‘Yes, sir!’ Sylvia whimpered before an orgasm ignited her loins and Adrian spilled his seed into her snatch. He dismounted her and said, ‘Try embarrassing her, Leroy.’ ‘Okay,’ Leroy answered as he unzipped his trousers and guided his 11-inched penis into her ass. ‘You filthy shit-hole!’ he roared. ‘Even your clit’s filthy!’ Jude laughed. ‘Oh, god, yes, sir!’ Sylvia exclaimed. Soon, Leroy ejaculated into her bowels and discarded them. ‘Crawl over to that mattress,’ he ordered. ‘Yes, sir,’ - and Sylvia complied as the guys dowsed her in urine. However, she smelled so bad that Leroy deposited her in his car-trunk and transported her home, where she took a shower before the studs continued manhandling her. She loved it. ~*~ Part 2 - The King’s Chamber The Sunday afternoon a week following the night Leroy and Sylvia met Adrian and Jude, Leroy commanded her to dress in nothing except a bra, panties and high-heeled shoes, before the couple got in his car and went to The Scarlet Letter Club where adulterous wives were exposed to male scorn. They entered a dining area, with a brunette waitress approaching them. ‘Alcohol isn’t allowed, though I have tea and coffee. Which would you prefer?’ she said. ‘Coffee,’ Leroy answered. ‘Coffee for 2?’ she asked. ‘Please,’ Sylvia responded. The waitress left, returned several minutes later and set 2 cups on the table. Albert’s the club owner, and since you're new here, you’re his guests and I won’t charge you anything if you’ll drink these in The King’s Chamber. It’s down the hall,’ she said. ‘Thank him,’ Leroy replied as he and Sylvia carried their coffee into the room. But they didn’t notice a mid-2o’s white stud following them. ‘I’m Darrel,’ he introduced himself. ‘I’m Leroy and this is Sylvia.' ‘You’re a slut?’ Darrel asked her. ‘That’s all I am, sir,’ she answered. ‘Is it politically correct to say you’re a beautiful 'cunt'?’ Darrel sneered. ‘She’s a morally ugly hooker!’ Leroy said. ‘I admire your husband for marketing you,’ Darrel answered as Sylvia volunteered to disrobe. ‘Your tits are obscenely big,’ Darrel remarked. ‘She's in an obscene business,’ Leroy noted. ‘When did she begin turning tricks?’ Darrel inquired. ‘That’s how we celebrated our wedding 7 years ago,’ Leroy informed him. ‘Wow!’ Darrel exclaimed. ‘That’s astonishing, isn’t it?’ Leroy grinned. ‘Yeah,’ Darrel responded while undressing to expose his 9-inched penis. He then looked up at Albert, the white, 46-y/o ‘king.' ‘You have an audience,’ Darrel said as he bent Sylvia over a couch and penetrated her dung-chute. ‘Sodomize her!’ Leroy uged him. ‘Rip my ass apart!’ Sylvia whimpered, though it wasn’t long until she panted, ‘I’m cumming!’ ‘Quiet, whore!’ Darrel snarled as he plowed his jizz into her rectum. ‘You dirty, little hooker!’ Leroy next quoted a *movie line before he drove his cock into her anus. For 10 minutes, he hammered her, until he unloaded in her bowels. Nevertheless, she couldn’t believe him sliding her cup beneath her ass and ordering, ‘Fart into your coffee!’ ‘Yes, sir!’ - and she’d scarcely done so when Albert crossed the room and ejaculated into her beverage. He then took a $50-bill from his pocket, handed it to her and said, ‘I’m paying your $20 admission fee plus an extra 30. Hookers are always welcome at my establishment and I want to hire you to entertain a large party this Friday night.’ ‘She’ll do it,’ Leroy promised. ‘Good,’ Albert replied as he disappeared from the chamber. ‘Toast him, bitch,’ Leroy said. ‘Yes, sir,’ - and Sylvia swallowed her brew. The next Friday night, however, Leroy and Darrel attended the party, after which they congratulated her for earning $1, ooo, and... ‘... I’m an expensive escort,’ she giggled. *(The Gangbang Girl 29) ~*~ Part 3 - Fuck Me, Jesus! Previous installments haven't explained that Sylvia had rebelled against her religious upbringing, though blasphemy still incensed her. A week after she and Leroy went to The Scarlet Letter Club, he decided to exploit that during a Sunday morning church service. But a Friday or Saturday night rarely passed when a least one other man wasn't in bed with Sylvia and Leroy, including the white, 31-y/o Doyle. He relished Leroy's plan: At 10:45, Leroy had Sylvia wear a long dress and regular shoes, then drove to the church. Doyle was already sitting in the next-to-last pew; the couple sat down behind him. Two days earlier, Leroy had requested the pastor to deliver a sermon denouncing adultery. And, oh, did he ever! 'Unfaithful wives are sinners!' he thundered as Leroy removed a vibrator from his pocket. He activated the device, reached under her dress and buried it in her muff. 'What are you doing?' she whispered. 'Ask Jesus to fuck you,' Leroy quietly ordered. 'Fuck me, Jesus!' she softly obeyed. In a bit, Leroy thrust a cross in next to the vibrator. That amused Doyle; he flipped her the bird and left. When the pastor finished his sermon, Leroy and Svlvia departed, as well. 'Take the vibrator and cross out,' Leroy said. She did. Next, she and Leroy got in the husband's car and he drove to The City Adult Bookstore. They went into the video-arcade where Doyle was standing in the hall and sneered, 'God condemns paid slummers!' 'Yes, sir.' 'Mary Magdalene's Sylvia's inspiration,' Leroy said. 'Jesus married a hooker?' Doyle asked. 'Yeah, and the 12 disciples were her favorite johns,' Leroy answered. 'She defiled herself for money,' Doyle remarked. 'Sylvia does, too,' Leroy answered. 'She's filth incarnate!' Doyle said as Leroy opened the door to a private viewing room and led her into it while Doyle followed. 'We intend to punish you!' Leroy warned as he and Doyle unzipped their jeans. 'Worship my cock!' Leroy snarlled before she dropped her knees and gulped it into her mouth, followed by Doyle throwing his 10-inched rod into her vag. 'You're a pig. aren't you?' he said. 'Uh-hmmm!' Sylvia nodded. Nonetheless, that aroused her to a climax which Doyle and Leroy ignored until the latter suggested, 'Breed the dumb sow!' 'What?' Doyle inquired. 'Breed her!' 'Her womb had better be fertile!' Doyle responded as he drained his sperm into her snatch while Leroy's cock erupted in her mouth. After a brief pause, he said, 'It's time to complete her shame.' 'How?' Doyle asked. 'Like this,' Leroy replied, with him clutching Sylvia's tresses and towing her into the men's restroom. Four black customers then watched Leroy and Doyle pissing in the urinal and having her lick it clean. 'The 'ho must be the janitor,' one guy remarked. 'She's well-trained,' Doyle answered before he, Leroy and Sylvia left the store. That night, however, Doyle and Leroy commercialized the lowest slut in town. Jesus christ, man! ~*~ Part 4 - Disgusting Leroy was returning from work the following Friday night when he went to a gas station where he met Alvin, his white, divorced, equally-sexist and 35-y/o friend. ‘How are you and Sylvia?’ Alvin asked. ‘We’re fine,’ Leroy said. ‘I’m happy hear that. But you know Jude, don’t you?’ Alvin inquired. ‘Yeah, why?’ Leroy answered. ‘Yesterday, he showed me your wife’s nude picture with his phone while he was repairing my car,’ Alvin said. ‘I bet she incited your lust, didn’t she?’ Leroy remarked. ‘Really!’ Alvin said. ‘Let me finish buying gas and we’ll go to my place,’ Leroy responded. ‘Okay,’ Alvin replied. After Leroy had filled his tank, the men went to Leroy’s house. ‘You remember Alvin, don’t you?’ he asked. ‘Yes, sir,’ Sylvia responded. ‘He’s here since Jude once more betrayed your honor,’ Leroy said. ‘Just as much, you have no virtue!’ Alvin remarked. ‘Yeah. So, confess the awful sin you committed in church on Sunday!’ Leroy commanded. ‘I - I - asked Jesus to fuck me, sir.’ ‘I ought to violate you!’ Alvin snorted. However, he didn’t realize that he coincidentally was indulging Sylvia’s fantasy until Leroy told him, ‘You have her permission!’ ‘Good!’ Alvin said as he undressed to display his thick, 11-inched penis, then tore her clothes off, pushed her knee-ward in the living room and hurled his spear into her mouth. ‘Swallow my dick!’ he snarled. ‘Do it, you demon-possesses witch!’ Leroy ordered. ‘You don’t hate her, do you?’ Alvin laughed. ‘She's too disgusting to hate!’ Leroy sarcastically replied. ‘That’s what Jesus thinks!’ Alvin responded. Having said that, he withdrew from the Sylvia’s mouth and creamed her face. ‘You’re total mess!’ he snickered before Leroy stripped, crouched behind her and aimed his pecker into her guts. ‘Take my cock in your stinking sewer!’ he disparaged her to an orgasm. ‘First, she was ‘a demon-possessed witch’, then ‘disgusting’ and now she’s a ‘stinking sewer!’ Alvin chuckled. ‘Don’t forget she’s morally offensive!’ Leroy added while unloading in Sylvia’s ass. ‘Immoral wives are great, aren’t they?’ Alvin inquired. ‘Yeah, they are,’ Leroy answered, and 'thank you, sirs,’ Sylvia ended the night. However, Alvin moved to Spain and she never saw him again. Crap! House Hunting House Hunting · One on One · I arrive at the house she's "showing" me and she's already there, the front door stands invitingly ascew. I walk in without saying a word. I lock the door as I close it softly. Following the scent of Rose water and desire, I find her in the kitchen, leaning back against the center islands top. Her hair up in a bun, astutely held in place by an ink pen. The lightness of her near see through summer dress hanging beautifully from the apex of her curves. The lack of visible bra strap sparks memory of her disliking panties too. Before I can speak she smirks, pushes off the island, upright to stride in one seamless motion. The heals of her fashionably worn boots tapping out a cadence nearly as quick as my heart beat's pace. A pace that skipped a beat then doubled it's speed the moment I saw her face. She brushed by me as if I was any of a hundred potential buyers. Immediately starting her shpeil, "The house was built in blah blah blah. It has yada yada bedrooms and blah bathrooms, the school district is..." who cares. "The neighbors are..." whatever. I'm not listening as she strolls into the living room. Slightly distracted by the sound of her heels echoing through the empty room. She's describing the Craftsmanship and origins of the bold, room dominating, 10 ft tall rock and timber fireplace as I catch up and take her hand. Pulling it back then up. With hand over her head I spin her 540°. Using the first full spin to take her in. Stealing a moment to admire the bits of visible thighs briefly exposed as her dress's hem caught lift from a centrifically created updraft. Using the final half turn to position her, face and front side to fossilized fireplace, back side and ass to beloved blast from the past. Grasping her other hand, stacking them palm to back and interlacing her fingers, I place her soft manicured hands directly above her head as high as upstretched arms will reach. I start to slide my fingertips first over wrist, past forearm over... Her hands begin to lower. With both my hands I grab hers stretching her arms skyward again, pressing my chest to shoulder blades, backed by an ample amount of body wieght. I lean lips towards lobes and calmly but with enough conviction in my tone to convey my seriousness, "Leave. Them. There." I say no more. Again my hands begin to decend, callused palms inverted to feminine flesh, fingernails slowly sliding, starting at wrists, down forearms, over elbows, following tensed triceps downward, ever so softly grazing the tender back side of her underarms. Turning hands over and opting to trace inside of dresses neckline around to her front. Confirming no bra. Nervous knuckles barely reaching cleavage when, with wandering finger tips gripping both sides of necklines deepest dip. Suddenly a swift, powerful, fist separating pull... Loud and crisp is the echoing of bouncing buttons. A sharp audible inhale follows, both sounds raucously ricochet around the naked room. Unintentional auditory outburst instantly putting her shock on display. Simultaneously exciting me in an old familiar way. The reverb of that reactionary breathe detracting from the sound of flower printed fabric fracturing. Exposing alabaster breast as tantalizing tear plunges towards waistline. Retracting fisted fabric around ribs cage to spine and pressing bare chest heavily, harshly to cold multi textured stones. A wince and flinch, reaction to pain felt from jagged edge nearly piercing breast's flesh near left nipple's crest. Soothing coolness felt from, smooth, glass like surface of rounded stone nestled beneath right breast. Just to name a few nipple hardening, sentually maddening sensations felt by her nearly sensory overloaded torso. Though Mostly it's her titties that, with my left hand continuing to apply pressure, will continue to experience the full measure of the fireplaces titillating textures. Leaning in, adding an almost unbearable amount of body weight to her beautifully bulbous backside. I whisper "Leave them there." Giving a little nudge to shoulder blades opposite boulder bound breasts, confirming breasts were to stay put. Mouth so tight to ear, lower lip drug lobes edge while instructions were delivered. Again, my hands decend slipping over hipbone front to back then delicately down outer thighs. Finger's tips collect behind each knee before climbing steadily up each legs back side, hooking dresses hem, lifting it past waist around hips to a tucked resting place between pelvis and fireplace rock. Chalky white ass fully exposed I give into the urge, slapping first left cheek *Smack* then right *Smack* momentarily leaving me motionless, mesmerized by rippling rump's firm resistance to jiggling. Too toned in fact, *Smack* I giggled, I did. *Smack* such an uncontrolled response was that. I then grab tattered dress at the peak from which it hangs between necks base and shoulders edge, rough and carelessly tugging it past waist til just over hips the fractured floral fabric flounders to the floor. I place hands on shoulder blades, thumbs tight to spine's sides. Smoothly, slowly my hands glide almost frictionless down back, cruise convex curves two thirds down ass. Slipping thumbs in crack as if peeling an orange I seperate the two beautifully toned parabolus that together are her near perfect ass. Slowly I start to squat then kneel there behind her, taking time to breath long deliberate breathes of warm lust down her slightly goosebumped spine. Dragging first my lower lip, then my up a short distance and just one time. Stopping at tail bone and ass cracks rendezvous point, I lead with wet tongue's tip follow that with puckered lips ending in a momentary french kiss With puddled saliva mid tongue I again place tongue's tip this time on edge of starfish pressing tongue to flat. Pursed flesh is instantly saliva soaked. My tongue traces a few clockwise laps around the circumference of slightly clenched orifice before wetting tongue and starting at taint climbing crack providing pressure just short of penetration. Reaching ass's pinnacle celebrated with a playful bite from each side of apple bottom's top before tongue dives again this time counter clockwise laps, faster, sloppier tongue occasionally plunging into starfish. Apparently taking things beyond the tossing of salad and now straight eating ass and doing so till plenty of time had passed. Standing tall again i take hold of her hands and again lead her through a spin. Pirouette concluded with her headed through kitchen door me at her heals. Carelessly I push her into newly updated kitchen's island. The momentum bending her slightly forward at the waist, without time to get straight I force face, chest and navel flush to island's top. Standing back to unbuckle belt and again admiring that phat ass. I pull belt trough loops and quickly strike that ass. She starts to pick up torso and turn, with just a bit of aggression in my tone quickly I bark, "Don't you fucking move!" Now with accelerated pace I unbutton, unzip, drop trough, thrust dick between wet lips till a touch past balls deep. Start with drawn out slow pace, shifting to longer, well longer than most, strokes every inch pulled out and every inch thrust in with steadily quickening speed and equally increasing force. Till, after some time and a considerable amount of incomprehensible moans, ass cheek claps and a little bit of pleasure filled laugh from me. I inquire through shortening breathes, "Baby will you come with me?" I pause and offer a sensual taunt, " Please, baby, please cum with me. That pussy's so good...I'm close, I really wish you would." Taking a few breathes but offering no respite steady pounding that red and rippling ass. With the sharp swift *Slap* of leather belt connecting with ass I grip hip bones harsly and in a demanding and forceful voice I say, "God damn it, I said Cum. That means..." belt cracks other cheek, " you cum and you cum now!" I pull her head back twisting it hard in attempt at making eye contact. Again barking orders, "You Filthy little whore, fuck you then I'm about to come and I swear to christ you better not fucking cum." I pullout and with a couple swift strokes my load is lauched, residing across ass and lower back. *Smack**smack* Twice more I selfishly slap ass, each cheek recieving hands grace independently. Red handed silhouette staying in place. Stepping back I squaltch my satisfied smirk and, " House is nice but, I don't want a fireplace." I said heading for the door buttoning my pants, belt around neck. "Let me know if you find another place to show me!" I yell stepping through the doorway, "No fireplace, K? Nice seeing you again." I said quickly as the door closed. Port Saint Lucie Swingers Swingers playing on the Treasure Coast Fl Couples, singles and bi play Nudist friends to hang at beach with? Mutual pussy or cock play Join: Swingers of Port Saint Lucie Fl Text: swing to 7728019920 - Port Saint Lucie Swingers Here is a real sex story....On the farm Here is a real sex story....On the farm · Romance · You are alone at the farm now‚ you have sent IT packing and I get to visit. I am very happy that you have invited me to spend a few days with you‚ knowing full well this is just a physical thing. But that is no reason for me not to make you feel as good as possible. You had offered to pick me up in town and get me to the farm‚ but I would rather surprise you. I arrive in town and am able to get directions to your place and am just beside myself as I drive to your place. It is fall‚ and the weather has gotten cold. Even though the temperature is getting cold‚ I am feeling very warm as I approach your farm. I drive up to your house and am just amazed this is the kind of place I have always dreamed of. But to be honest I am not sure I could handle all the work here unless I was to become a full time farmer. I walked up on the porch and knocked on the door. It is getting to be mid afternoon so I really am not expecting you to be in the house. This is fine because I would love to surprise you out in the barn and it seems that I may get my way. After a while of standing and knocking‚ there is no answer so I try the door. It opens and I call out for you just in case. I do not want to scare you‚ just surprise you. With no answer to my calls‚ I manage to find the kitchen and drop my bags out of the way. But I cannot help but stop and admire this fine house and in some cases wonder how some of my own antiques may fit in here. But‚ I finally get to the back door and can see the stables. I am thinking to my self that I hope you are out there tending to your horses. I walk toward the stables and am spotted by your dog‚ who does not know what to make of me just yet. I offer him a treat in the hopes he will come to me and not give me away just yet. He barks at me but not very loudly and I am glad that it seems you have not heard his barks or have chosen to ignore him for some reason. He finally calms down and takes the treat from my hand‚ deciding I am not a threat. I pat him on the head and pet him for a moment as I continue to make my way to the stables. I am able to approach the stables without being found out and am just to the left of the doorway sneaking peeks to see if I can determine where you are or if you are in there at all. I can hear you talking to the horse you are grooming and have also been able to determine the stall you are in. Part of me wants to sneak up behind you‚ slide my arms around your waist and kiss you on the neck. But I am sure the surprise of someone coming up behind you like that may frighten you or cause some other reaction that may result with me being in severe pain. I walk up slowly toward the stall. I am also glad that my presence is not spooking the horses. I am being careful to just be out of your usual field of view and yet hope you will catch a glimpse of me as I approach. I still may startle you‚ but it will not be as bad as me sneaking up behind you. I could not have planned it any better‚ just as I reach the stall doorway‚ you turn and see me. That beautiful smile tells me that you recognize me and are happy to see me. You set down your brush and come over to greet me‚ hugging my neck tightly. I wrap my arms around you and pick you up and at the same time you wrap your legs around me squeezing tight. After a few minutes of hugging and exchanging a few simple kisses and other pleasant greetings I let you down and you stand next to me. You explain the work that you still have to complete. I ask if I may help you complete your chores. It has been a long time but I think I remember how to groom‚ feed‚ and otherwise take care of a horse. Even though it would be quicker to move on to another horse‚ I would rather stay next to you and groom the horses together. I am very happy when you let me stick by you as I play a little game of being slightly naïve of just how to complete the tasks. While being careful to actually complete the job and keep you happy‚ I do go out of my way to get next to you as often as possible. I brush against you‚ stopping to kiss you on the cheek or neck as I pass by‚ and giving little hugs at every opportunity. The time goes quickly and I am happy to have been able to help you finish your chores and am so happy to be walking back to the house with my arm around your waist. Of course just as I have been doing since I first saw you today‚ I was sneaking looks at your ass and the rest of you as well just taking it all in. We’re dirty and truth be told neither of us smell like a bed of roses. As we approach the house‚ I explain finally how I got to your place and that I let myself in to put my bags on the floor. Once we are inside the back door and as we remove our coats I grab you pulling you in close and plant a long deep kiss on those sweet lips. As our lips part ways‚ you nuzzle into my chest and I was able t see you smile. It is a great feeling with you standing in front of me with your arms pulled in tight to your chest and you nuzzle in taking in the warmth and safety of my embrace. After a while‚ you tell me that you had not prepared anything for dinner and that you were not sure what to do. While I would love to watch and help you create something in the kitchen. It has been a long day and I think it would be nice to take this beautiful woman out to dinner and if she wishes we can go raise a little hell at the bar too. So‚ I suggest that we go to town for dinner and possibly more. You are agreeable to this and I think a little relieved that you do not have to do anything other then shower and get ready for a night out. Since I do not know anything about the restaurants‚ bars‚ or anything like that in your area I am completely at your mercy as to where we may go and how well dressed we will need to be. You help me take my bags to the bedroom and I am very pleased that you have led me straight to your room and not to some guest room. Once in the room‚ my first instinct is to grab you‚ tear your clothes off and just have nasty sweaty sex with you. But I really want this to be special. Besides there will be enough opportunities for just sweaty sex. So I start asking you about where we shall go in town and how I should dress‚ etc. Once all of that is settled‚ I get some clean clothes out of my suit case and lay them on the bed. Then as I turn again thinking where exactly is the bathroom so that I can shower‚ hopefully with you. Suddenly there you are standing in front of me really close wearing nothing but a towel. Holding the top of the towel in place with one hand you reach up with the free hand and grasp my neck as I lean in to kiss you deeply and passionately. Our lips part and I get to stare for a moment into those brown eyes. You give me that little smile as you take my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I close the door behind me as we enter the bathroom. Anticipating what is to come I am already rock hard and a little kiddy with the anticipation. I turn you around to face me quickly and you lose your grip on the towel. It falls to the floor and I pull you in close‚ so I can feel you close to me. We kiss again‚ and as we part lips this time you step back a little so that you can turn on the shower. I want to just strip down and pull you in there. But that will mean I cannot watch and take in the vision of your body there in front of me. You turn your attention to me and help me remove my clothes. First my shirt‚ and then my pants‚ it is no surprise to you that I have a hard on that is just aching to break free. I step out of my underwear and move over to you just before you step into the shower. You take a hold of my cock and after looking down for a moment you look up into my eyes and give that sweet grin of yours. We then slip into the shower together into the warm water. Your back is to the shower head and the water is running over your body as I hug you close and kiss your neck you lean back letting the water wet your hair. It seems a little like you ignore me for that moment‚ so I move you behind me as I bend forward slightly to wet my hair as well. All of it done playfully‚ you then smack me on the ass as I stand there slightly bent forward. This causes me to stand up and look at you slightly over one shoulder. Now is play time‚ getting the soap I start to massage and soap your body. You keep trying to get the soap from me‚ but I am having way too much fun exploring your body and kiss the parts that are not covered in soap. I stop long enough to lather up my chest and a couple of other spots so that you can let your hands do some wondering as well. It is not long until you have found your way to my cock‚ massaging it and my balls. I get so distracted by what you are doing I stop putting soap on you for a moment. But that ends‚ when you start telling me what you like and want. Oh how I love a woman who can tell me what and how she wants it. That means that I can spend more time actually giving her pleasure rather then trying to figure what she likes and possibly not pleasure at all. We take turns soaping and rinsing each other and as parts of our bodies are cleaned off. They are immediately given some much deserved attention. I position you under the water and slowly work my way down your body with my tongue and fingers. I stop to pay attention to your nipples‚ taking one in my mouth as I lightly pinch the other. I come back up just long enough for a kiss and then continue my journey. As I reach my knees‚ I first explore your pussy with my fingers as I kiss your stomach and hips. I can feel you getting wet and lose and now I am able to work two fingers into you. I glance up to see that you are enjoying the experience as you part your legs and throw one leg over my shoulder. Now‚ as the water cascades over you I am able to use my tongue on the lips of you pussy. You hips move in and out almost begging me to do more. I am not about to stop now‚ and begin parting those lips with my tongue wanting to get to your clit. I can tell immediately that I have hit a good spot as you back arches and grasping the back of my head you pull my mouth hard into your pussy. I have no idea what you are hanging onto‚ but you have managed to put both legs over my shoulders giving me better access to that sweet pink pussy. I continue to work you over with my tongue and fingers. It is not long before I am rewarded with the taste of your cum. You then remove your legs from around my neck and shoulders as I rise up to greet you. Eager to taste yourself on my lips you grab me and pull me in for a long kiss while stroking my cock once again. You manage to bring me to the edge of release only to stop just before I do. Oh‚ what a tease and I love it! Then you work your way down my body and in no time have my cock in your mouth‚ working it over. Again‚ just before I explode you stop. Damn! How do you know just when to stop? You start again this time working your finger between my legs and are massaging my anus. Oh‚ I am sure this time there will be no stopping me. I relax enough for you to work you finger just slightly into me while expertly working over my cock with your mouth and tongue. This time I have built up what I am sure will be a load that will not remain inside of me no matter what. All of sudden you stop and stand up in front of me and I am a little disappointed but at the same time exhilarated because I have never been teased so well. I pull you close kissing you again‚ long and hard‚ breathing like I have just ran a marathon. You wrap your legs around my waist‚ while also wrapping your arms around my neck as you hop up into my arms. I lower you down onto my cock‚ as I push you against the wall of the shower. It takes a few moments but I work my cock deep inside you as you begin to move up and down. Again I am denied my release as you hop off at the last moment. Shit! Are you psychic or something?! You turn and bend over offering you pussy to me again. Although I am seriously considering hitting that ass as I slap your ass checks repeatedly getting them nice and pink. I grab your hips and pull you in hard‚ plunging my cock into again. I am determined to cum this time and am not letting go till I do. As you begin to finger your clit as I plunge in and out of your pussy I am thinking‚ that I will achieve my goal. I can feel you getting ready to cum and want to pull out and deny you just as you have denied me‚ but I cannot. All at once you cum and I am determined to cum too‚ but you decide to cut your own pleasure short to deny me once again. What do I have to do to be able to cum? Damn! Suddenly we are rinsing off again and you are out of the shower. I am a little stunned‚ what is going to happen now? Am I supposed to finish my self off or what? I exit the shower with a hard on that is damn near painful now. You quickly towel off although not completely drying yourself. You throw a towel at me and tell me to hurry up as you exit the bathroom and move into the bedroom. If I could I would have just shook the water off like a dog so I could follow you quicker. But I can’t so I towel off while in hot pursuit of that ass I see hurrying toward the bed. You throw my clothes that were lying on the bed to the floor as you get between the sheets. I follow close behind you and slide up next to you as I look deeply into those eyes and even though I am so focused on your eyes I can see that sweet smile reflected in them. I pull your legs apart and slide between them and once again am buried in your pussy. I start slow‚ varying speed and angle‚ every so often thrusting hard and holding it in place for a slight moment. Then without withdrawing‚ I roll over onto my back pulling you on top of me. I must have hit the right spot as you begin to wildly thrust and ride my cock. You change positions often from lying on my chest to sitting straight up and arching your back. Then you sit hard down as far as you can onto my cock‚ thrusting your hips back and forth‚ you back arches again and you are about to explode. I am pushing in harder and matching your enthusiasm and speed while holding onto your hips again. There is NO way I am stopping this time. All at once we cum at the same time and I feel a rush of your juices washing over my cock and between my legs. You fall down next to me in bed smiling and caressing my chest as I hold you next to me. I cannot believe the feeling I have from being denied so many times only to finish like this. But before I can say anything else‚ apparently you have some unfinished business and you disappear below the sheets and begin to lick my cock and balls clean. I am once again hard and ready for action. This time you simply take my cock in your mouth and reward me by letting me cum again‚ swallowing the entire load. I reach down and bring you up so that I may kiss you tasting myself too. Now‚ I am truly speechless as you again lay next to me on the bed. Nothing is said for a few moments as we lay there snuggled up together just enjoying the warmth of our bodies next to one another. After a little while we finally start to talk again and are planning the rest of the night. We exit the bed and begin to dress. But I cannot help myself‚ I must caress you‚ kiss you‚ and other wise touch you. There is a lot more to this night. But that will have to come in part 2 of this story. Babysitting prt1 Babysitting prt1 · General · Jace parents were very clingy of there son but he just turn 18 and they still wanted a babysitter for him so here is the story.... Jace's folks were off to Vegas this Friday evening, and they didn't trust him being alone. He never got in trouble, but his mom, and to a lesser extent, his dad, intended to keep things that way. His older brother Dan had left home years ago. Dan partied a lot while living at home, then went off to see the world-- Jace was their precious, remaining son. Advanced case of empty nest syndrome, here he was. Their solution to keeping him from throwing a house party he'd never actually throw, was to hire a babysitter. For an 18-year-old. Jesus. I was the daughter of his dad's supervisor, Jack Pinehurst. He was like 65, so at least the broad would be a middle aged woman. Still didn't sit well with him, though. When she rang his doorbell, he was surprised that she was young. She might have been 22, but no older. She was also curvy. Not fat, just curvaceous. Her hair was sandy, and she had freckles on her cheeks. She wore a long coat with a baggy band shirt. Jace didn't recognize the band. But he registered that her rack was pretty substantial. Chubby girls had nice racks. "You must be Jason," she said in a friendly tone, smiling. She was cute. "I'm Pia." "Jace," he said, only mildly annoyed at the sound of his real name coming from her soft lips. Jace sounded dumber than Jason, suddenly. He was trying it on for size. "Come in," he mumbled. His folks came downstairs and introduced him to Pia. "Pia Pinehurst," said his dad, "this is our son, Jace." "We met," Pia said. She had a nice smile. Green eyes like little emeralds. "Well," his mom said, "We're late. Gotta hit the road. Emergency stuff is on the fridge. See you both Monday." They were gone within a minute. "So," Pia said, taking off her coat, "Why do YOU need a sitter?" She eyed him up. He wasn't a full blown adult, and he was a little short for 18. But even she thought it was odd. "No logical reason," Jace muttered. "My dad's a little controlling too. Helicopter parents, much?" Pia might have been aware it was a weird situation, but it was clear that she was trying to ease the tension anyways. "Sorry," Jace said. "This is just a little silly to me. You seem like you're around my age. How old are you?" "21," said Pia. "You?" "18..." he said, and died a little inside. "Are you sure your parents didn't...set us up? For some reason?" She had a tiny gap between her front teeth. Jace thought for a moment. Until just now, he still had his back up against the need for a babysitter. Now he realized he'd get to spend the weekend alone with her. For days. She would be sleeping down the hall from him for the next two nights. He expected a middle aged lady-- not someone just a few years older, never mind with a body type right up his alley. "I doubt it," Jace said, knowing full well his parents wouldn't be so kind as to knowingly set up such a dream scenario for him. "I think they just forget I'm not a kid anymore." He tried to convey maturity in his voice. "Well, either way," said Pia, "I get paid to be here, and you get my amazing company. Let's ditch the babysitting aspect. We're just strangers hanging out." She sat on the couch. She wore high waisted jeans. Her hips were nicely shaped. "What movies do you like?" she asked. "Comedies, usually," said Jace. They turned on the TV and started to watch an old Adam Sandler flick. She had never seen it. He sat on the opposite end of the couch, and they barely spoke. But they laughed here and there. Jace was nervous. "Do you mind getting some popcorn or something?" she said, without looking away from the movie. "Sure," he said, wandering into the kitchen. Jace threw a bag of extra buttery in the microwave, and fetched a couple glasses of water. There was no alcohol in the house. After the popping slowed, he grabbed the bag before it burned, and filled a single bowl. "Smells good," she said as he returned with popcorn and water. "I don't even have Coke or anything, sorry." "Meh," she said in a carefree way, "I just needed snacks. Sit closer and share the bowl." Pia patted the space by her ass, which was pointed towards him as she lay slumped away from him. Jace sat closer. "You single?" She reached, and grabbed a handful of popcorn from his lap. "Uh, yup," he said, nodding. "You?" "No," she said. "Got engaged last week." Jace pretended to be happy to hear it. Secretly he was devastated, as a crush was only just developing. Obviously it was just a one-way crush. "Just kidding," she said wincing. "No clue why I said that. I've been in a dry spell for a while." Jace smiled, but didn't know how to follow up. The movie ended, and he went to get up to use the bathroom. Pia grabbed his ankle, and he stumbled to the carpet. She laughed, but stifled it. He looked at her with mild confusion. "Sorry, I grew up in a household of boys. I'm the only daughter, and I have 4 younger brothers. We used to rough house a lot. Just a force of habit." "My only brother left home when I was...like 8? He never paid much attention to me," Jace said, standing up straight and brushing his shirt off as if he had taken a rougher tumble. "No wrestling with your sibling then?" She smiled funny at him. He shook his head. "Missed out," said Pia. "Wanna...give it a try?" "With..." he assessed if she was serious. He found it odd that she wanted to play-wrestle. They weren't little kids. "You and me?" "Yeah," she said, slumping to the carpeted floor. "I'll go easy." She was serious, no doubt about it. Jace commanded his limbs to move. To advance towards her. Before he could, she pounced on him. She straddled his abdomen. Her hands kept his shoulders flat on the ground. "I used to wrestle all my younger brothers." Her long hair fell down her face, tickling his lips. She was sitting on his belly button. Her butt was cushy and warm. It felt nice. "Well," she said in a feisty voice, "c'mon already! Fight back!" He strained to roll her off of him, but she was resting all her weight on him. He didn't intend to tickle her, but when he reached up to grab her waist, he grabbed just above her love handle, and she twitched against his fingers, gripping his hand in her soft curves. "Ahh! No tickling!" She rolled off, sitting beside him. "Sorry, I'm crazy ticklish." She bit her lower lip, and brushed her sandy hair from her forest green eyes. "My bad," he said, sitting up with her. What a beauty. "Hey, which bed is mine?" She put a finger to her lip like there was a mystery afoot. "Dan's old room," he said. He took a moment to show her around. First stop was his brother's old room. "Classic guest room," she said, leaning on the doorframe. "Nightstand, lamp, bed, painting of a...serial killer?" "That's a self portrait he did a while back. Only art my folks kept of his, on the walls. I used to be scared of it as a kid. Now I think it's stupid." He looked at the painting for the first time in a while. It suffered from uncanny valley vibes: it looked like Dan but it was sort of...off. He never understood why this was the painting they chose to leave in the guest room. "Jace, I can't sleep in this room with your soulless-eyed bro watching me. What else we got?" He showed Pia his parents room. It was bigger, but it smelled like his dad and their bed looked like it was from a bad hotel. It was probably comfy, but it looked...used. "Please tell me your room isn't like...haunted, or in the basement?" She laughed. "Here's mine," he said, flicking on the lights. Pia inspected his room. It was clean, organized, and smelled okay. No creepy paintings. He had some nerdy posters up, but he wasn't too worried. She didn't seem overly judgmental. Plus, his jizz socks were hidden under the bed. "You can use my bed, I can do the couch," he suggested, trying to be chivalrous. "You've got a queen, we can split it if you want," she said casually. Sorry, what the what? "Y-you wanna..." He stammered like a loser. She would sleep with him that easily? "Totally platonic, Jace. Just keep me company so I don't get creeped out in your weird house!" "It's not that weird," he laughed. "I'll grab my go-bag, I think I'm getting ready for bed soon anyway." Jace was tired as well. He was usually asleep before midnight. "Okay," he said, marveling at the opportunity to share a bed with Pia. She went and grabbed her bag of clothes and whatnot, and took it into the bathroom. "Can I borrow your toothpaste?" she called out through the door. "Totally!" he said. She was out five minutes later, wearing pajama bottoms and a sports bra. Her jammies were pulled high on her waist, just like her jeans were. He couldn't even see her bellybutton. "Your turn," she said as she passed by. She smelled like girly deodorant. Jace hopped into the bathroom. He was brushing his teeth when he saw her underwear twisted up on the floor. It was a grey thong. He bent down, and picked it up without a pause. He unfurled them, and noticed they were a little...damp. Nothing crazy, they just felt a little moist around one area. He was sniffing them before he could stop himself. It smelled musky, acidic...and a little...tangy? Fruity? It was fucking amazing. He stopped, realizing he needed to twist them up and put them back, and play dumb. Another second and his erection might have been an issue. He was only half-chubbed at the moment. He put them back, and finished brushing. He walked into his bedroom. Pia was sitting on the bed. He tried to avoid staring at her big boobs. "I just realized I left my thong in there. Sorry." She threw up her hands. "Oh," said Jace, feigning ignorance. "I didn't notice." He could still smell the aroma on his lip. "Which side do you want?" She thumbed towards the bed. He never had to pick a side before. "Inside, I guess," he said. Jace liked leaning against the cold wall sometimes. Helped him sleep. "You just don't want me crawling over you in the night." She smiled at him, and chuckled. "Kidding. I sleep like a rock, usually. If I snore, just poke me." "You got it," he said. She scooched over so he could crawl in beside her. He turned off the light and started for the bed. She grabbed his wrist. "Are you wearing your clothes to bed?" He felt dumb as hell. He still had jeans and a shirt on. "Oh, duh. Nope." He took off his shirt sitting beside her. He paused. "I'm just gonna be staring at you, no pressure," she said giggling. Her levity actually calmed his nerves. But he still felt self-conscious. He got a handjob once, and only kissed a couple girls. Otherwise, he was a virgin. He pulled his jeans off, leaving only boxers. She did as she promised and watched him the whole time. "Kay, now you may sleep," she said. "And as your babysitter I'm gonna sleep with you. Normal, right?" She laughed again. She laughed a lot, but he liked the sound. "Normal," he said crawling in beside her. "You're like a mailman, or a senator. Just doing your job." She laughed so hard that she snorted. Jace loved this woman. He laid on his back. She pulled the sheets up over them. "Sorry if I seem like a crazy person," she said a little quieter. "I used to be really shy as a kid. I've learned to take things less seriously. Be more impulsive." Jace wasn't put out. Even if nothing happened between them, this was exhilarating. Still, he felt like he would pass out soon. "I'm halfway there," he said, and she turned towards him, listening intently. "I'm pretty sheltered. I could use some of your...confidence." "Jace," she said, her knee brushing up against his leg, "It's all about faking it till you make it. Lying when you need to, but being honest to yourself. All that shit." "Makes sense," he said, then yawned. "You're tired huh? I am too. I'll stop talking already. Do you usually sleep on your back?" "No," he said, "My side, away from the wall. I like a cold wall sometimes." "I like a cold pillow," said Pia, turning over, facing away. Jace turned towards Pia, careful not to touch her. "We can cuddle and still be platonic, if you want," she said, her half-question lingering in the room for too long. Jace was speechless for a time. "Okay," he said finally. "You like your cold wall, so I'll come to you." Pia wiggled towards him. Her bum settled against his boxers, and he instinctively put his left arm over her. She clasped his hand, and placed it above her chest, not letting go. "Cozy," she said, sounding so. He was overwhelmed with the sensations of her soft body against his. A grown woman in his bed. She sighed. "Have a good sleep, Jace." "You too, Pia," he said into her ear. Suddenly, he realized that he might get hard before he caught any Z's. And Pia seemed cool, but he didn't think she'd appreciate any unsolicited prodding against her ass. They both breathed deeply, but now Jace was wired. He felt his heart beating loudly in his chest. He usually beat off before bed. He could feel his urge growing against her, slowly. She smelled amazing, and he still held her hand just inches above her large breasts. Her ass was warm, and soft, and-- "I can't sleep," she said suddenly. He was still. He almost pretended to be asleep. But it seemed silly. "Same," he said. She turned over, letting go of his hand, facing him in the dark. "You're a pretty good liar," she said, sounding impressed. "What?" he asked, clueless as all hell. "You said you didn't notice my thong in the bathroom. I left it in there, and you said you didn't notice. But you did, right?" She sounded curious, not accusatory. "Uh," he said, unsure of what to say. "I..." She had said something before, about lying and truths. Was this about that? He found it pointless to lie at this point. "I lied. Not sure why." He cleared his throat. "Did you sniff them?" Jace was stunned. How could she know? "I caught my brother's friend doing it once, just before I moved out. I had dirty laundry in the bathroom, and I walked in. Man, was he embarrassed." She put her hand on his chest. "I didn't ask...to embarrass you. I just liked the idea of you doing it, whether you did or not. I left it there on purpose for you to notice." He felt warm, and electric. "Okay. Well...I did it," he said quietly. "I would have too, if I were you," she said. "I'm a horn dog, sometimes. Are you a virgin, Jace?" He exhaled. No sense in trying to overcompensate now. "I am," he said. "Nice," Pia said warmly. "No rush. Sex is fun, but overrated. I've only been with two guys." "Oh, okay," he said, loosening up a little bit. Just a bit. "I've...had a handjob before," he said, immediately regretting it. But Pia just rolled with it. "Nice. See? You've got some game. One step at a time. Do you want a handjob right now?" "What?" He must have misheard her. "Handjob. Help you sleep? It helps me sleep. Getting off I mean." "Oh. Yeah, it does. I mean--" "Sorry," Pia said, "I'm not just giving these out willy nilly. You're cute, and we're in a bed. You can say no if it's--" "Yes," said Jace. "If you don't...mind." "Nope!" she said, reaching for it within seconds. She gripped his bulge in his shorts, squeezing gently. She pulled down his boxers, freeing his member. She held it firmly in her hand. He got hard quick. "What do you usually use to...clean up?" He didn't want to admit he had a used pile of socks under his bed. Shameful socks. "Socks. Clean socks." It was hard to lie to Pia. "Smart," she said. "Where are they? The clean ones." He pointed to the drawer next to her. She grabbed one. She brought it under the sheet, and placed it over his dick, like she had done this before. "Less mess this way," she said, and began to stroke him. He breathed heavy. "You can touch me, if it'll help," she said, a little more sensually. He carefully moved his hand to her hip. She flinched a little. "No tickling, though." He traced his fingers across her curves, but not so gently that it might tickle her. "Feels good," she said. "Yes," he said, enamored by her skillful hand, and her soft skin. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her ass. "Am I a great babysitter, or what," said Pia in a whisper. "Yes," Jace said in a trancelike state. It was all bliss: Her smell, her hands, her words. "Actually, speaking of sitting...I could...enhance this for you, if you want?" "Okay," he said, ready for anything. She didn't stop jacking him off as she turned, and saddled herself above his face. Suddenly, Pia's round bum brushed against his chin, and settled slowly upon him. "You liked my undies, so I thought you might enjoy sniffing from the source." He inhaled through his nose. He smelled ass, and pussy, and feminine aromas all mixed together. He moaned involuntarily at the sensations. "Yeah," she said encouragingly, "Get up in there." She sat a little harder. Jace inhaled, completely lost in this moment--in her aromatic crevice. She stroked him faster. The sock was soft, and reduced friction. He was feeling close. "Come, Jace." He would soon. "I love that you're enjoying...this," she said, wiggling her bum around. Her soft cheeks enveloped him. The thin fabric of her pajamas was getting damp. She smelled...aroused. He could taste her juices through her pajamas. They coated his lips. "Jace," she moaned. He was about to come. He wanted to tell her, but she could tell, anyways. He started to writhe around, ready to blow. His air supply was restricted completely as she started grinding against his face. Suddenly, he moaned into his fleshy prison, shooting loads into his sock as she relentlessly stroked him. He saw stars, and leaned back, gasping for air. Pia let go of him, shoving her hand down her pajamas. He could hear her fingers find her clit, and she flinched and shuddered as she brought upon her own climax. She sat upright, sitting down on his face. Her cheeks pinched his nose tightly as she screamed out into the empty house. She fell forward, slowly easing her fingering. She crawled off Jace, and rotated so she laid beside him. "Sorry," she said panting, "got a little carried away." "No," he said, reeling from the best orgasm of his young life. "I liked it. A lot." "Never had a girl sit on your face? "No," he said smiling in the dark. "I like it. I really like the idea of someone being forced to smell me. I'm a freak like that." "Then so am I," said Jace. "Perfect," said Pia. "Maybe we can...experiment. Tomorrow?" "Tomorrow," he said, feeling drained, and satisfied. "Don't forget your sock," she said. He slowly took it off, tossing it across the room. "Adventures in babysitting," said Pia. "Hmm...what?" said Jace, falling asleep. "Nothing," she said, snuggling against him. "See you in the morning." As they slept soundly, a new dawn was slowly approaching. Angela ~Chapter 1 of a book Angela ~Chapter 1 of a book · One on One · The Magic Glade By Nicholas Wolf Angela It was still only 9 o’clock‚ but already the temperature in the cottage was becoming unbearable. The windows were flung wide open‚ but with little breeze to stir the air this seemed to have little affect. “Well I can’t just sit here melting‚” Angela thought to herself‚ ”perhaps the woods would be a bit cooler. At least there would be fresh air and shade.” Her mind made up‚ she took her small backpack from the cupboard under the stairs‚ and went through to the kitchen. Taking two bottles of water from the fridge she dropped them inside. She went back through to the small lounge and looked around‚ searching. “Ah there it is‚ I knew I left it here somewhere.” She said to herself‚ as sun lotion followed the water into her pack. “Can’t be too careful.” She thought. “I know I’ve applied some already‚ but in this sun...” “Book‚ book.” She searched around‚ finally locating it on the table beside her favourite chair. “Can’t go without a book.” It was one of Angela’s pleasures in life to simply sit in a sheltered glade‚ or beside the small murmuring stream‚ and let herself be transported to other lands and times‚ lost in a good book. She took her wide brimmed straw hat from where it hung beside the door‚ and went outside‚ pulling the door shut behind her. Not bothering to lock it behind her she started down the garden path‚ and on reaching the gate turned right‚ and headed off towards the centre of the village. As she walked past the old church‚ making her way to the field beyond‚ a slight breeze caught at the hem of her thin cotton dress. “Aah! Much better.” She thought‚ and moved along more quickly. The field was lush‚ thick with grasses and wild flowers. This was the first really hot day‚ and this coming at the very end of August‚ she could remember all summer. The preceding weeks had been overcast at best‚ it seemed to have rained nearly everyday since April. The wild flowers grew in abundance. Red and yellow‚ white and pick‚ the field was a veritable kaleidoscope of colour. She bent and picked some blue‚ now almost faded to lilac‚ harebells from between the tall blades of grass‚ which she twirled between her fingers as she walked‚ getting ever closer to the inviting shade ahead. Suddenly smiling‚ she placed the flowers in the band of her hat‚ and skipped the remainder of the way. As she passed from bright sunshine into the shade of the trees‚ it was just as she had thought‚ the temperature dropped noticeably. It was cool. She stopped‚ removed her hat‚ and mopped the sweat from her brow and neck. Replacing it she headed off along the well-trodden track heading in the direction of the stream. It was a glorious day‚ and Angela felt good. She smiled at the twittering and chirping of the birds‚ chaffinch and willow-warblers amongst them. She was lost in the colours‚ shapes and textures of the trees and shrubs. There was dogwood and brambles. There were Ash‚ Alder and Oak‚ but her eyes always lingered on the birch. Of all the trees perhaps the silver birch was her favourite. Not long lived by tree standards‚ it gave it a kind of mortality. Not only that‚ she loved its’ silver bark which peeled back and curled in so many ways. She had long ago given up trying to find some kind of pattern‚ and put the numerous different shapes down to the whim of the tree‚ the elements and nature. She couldn’t resist pulling a piece back‚ revealing the brown of the wood beneath. A small shape scurried across the track ahead of her‚ moving to fast to identify. A shrew‚ a mouse perhaps? She sipped some water as she slowly walked along‚ enjoying the peace and solitude‚ the tranquillity. “Peace and tranquillity?” She thought‚ hearing the sound of a flute or whistle coming from close by. The sound was melodic and tuneful‚ the refrain hauntingly familiar‚ although she couldn’t quite place it. It nagged at the back of her mind‚ but refused to come forward. She turned in a circle trying to locate the source of the music‚ and finally drawn by the melody‚ pushed aside two bushes‚ and stepped between. She emerged in a sunlit glade‚ and looked around. Trees and shrubs with various coloured flowers surrounded a circle of soft lush grass‚ which seemed to cushion her feet as she stepped upon it. The scent of the sweet briar filled the air. The grass was cut short‚ which she found surprising‚ but what she found even more surprising was what she saw in the centre. Sitting on a long thick trunk of a tree was the musician behind the music. It was perhaps the smallest man she had ever seen‚ and he was staring straight at her. He lowered his flute from his mouth. “Top o’ tha mornin to ya‚ and how be you this fine sunny day?” “What?” She said. “I said Top o’ tha mornin..” “No‚ no I heard what you said‚ it’s just that you’re ..” Being no more that three feet tall‚ dressed in mainly green and brown‚ red hair‚ a matching coloured long bushy beard‚ and speaking in a broad Irish brogue‚ well he had to be “a leprechaun.” “Well is that what I be girlie‚ and am I not to your liking then?” “It’s just the shock‚ your accent‚ the speed you talk” She stopped‚ not sure how to continue. The small figure seemed to shimmer before her eyes‚ and was then surrounded in a bright white light. She lowered her eyes to the grass‚ shielding them against the sudden glare. As she noticed the light fade she raised her head. Her jaw dropped slightly‚ her lips forming an almost perfect ‘O’‚ and her eyes opened wide. “Well dear lady‚ is this more to your liking?” Angela looked quickly around the glade. “Where?...How?....Magic?..” “ Perhaps it seems magic to you my dear‚ but for myself‚ well. It’s just natural.” He started to explain before disappearing in white light‚ to be replaced by an Elf‚ with his distinguishing pointed ears and upward slanting eyebrows. Again the light flared‚ a giant fully 10 feet tall‚ and once more a glare caused her to avert her eyes. As the light faded a huge black wolf sat staring up at her with dark brown eyes‚ its long pink tongue hanging between sharp pointed fangs from its snout. Tilting its head back it let out a deafening howl‚ before itself being consumed by white light‚ which cleared leaving once more the well spoken man sitting on the log. Angela took a half step backward and just stood staring‚ to shocked and surprised to speak. “I’m so sorry‚ it wasn’t my intention to startle or scare you‚ I just aimed to demonstrate that what you referred to as magic‚ is in fact quite natural to me.” He apologised. “What? Oh that’s fine‚ startled not scared. Just give me a minute.” As she tried to gather her thoughts she focused on the man in front of her. Well spoken definitely‚ and from the accent and manners‚ certainly English. He was not young‚ but neither was he old. He was slim‚ but fit looking‚ she could see little sign of fat‚ his hair was dark‚ showing silver at the temples. He was dressed in a short sleeved shirt and shorts‚ and wore sandals on his feet‚ which rested on the ground. His shirt was unbuttoned down to his stomach‚ and she could see a hint of hair on his chest. As to his height‚ well perhaps two or three inches taller than she was. She stared into his light blue eyes. “The leprechaun‚ are you some kind of fairy?” She asked. “Excuse me!!” “Fairy‚ you know‚ magical folk.” “Would you mind spelling that for me please‚ fairy that is?” he asked‚ his eyebrows slightly raised. “F-a-i-r-y.” she answered matter-of-factly. “Hmm. Pronounced the same‚” he mused‚ “and yes I am a member of the ancient races‚ but we spell it F-a-e-r-i-e. I believe the term fairy when applied to a man has a whole different connotation now days.” Angela giggled‚ a tinkling‚ happy sound‚ and she raised her hand to cover her mouth‚ stifling a laugh. Having composed herself she lowered her hand. “Why yes I guess it does. She continued‚ now unable to contain her laughter‚ as she smiled at him. “I didn’t mean to imply...” “No‚ no don’t apologise‚ it is of no matter.” Her smiled back at her. “Where are my manners‚ won’t you sit down. May I offer you refreshment?” She waved the bottle she still held in her hand. “Yes I see you have water‚ but perhaps some cold juice‚ wine perhaps?” “Juice sounds good thank you.” “And to eat? Choose anything your heart desires.” He offered. “Well I am rather partial to cherries.” “Then cherries you will have. Please‚ do sit.” He gestured behind her to her right‚ and she turned her head. Where before there had just been grass‚ there was now a large coloured woollen blanket‚ with juice and a bowl of cherries at the centre. She moved to the blanket‚ and as he had offered‚ she sat. The blanket was incredibly soft‚ possibly the softest wool she had felt. She ran her hand up and down‚ enjoying the soft‚ almost sensual feel on her skin. She took a deep red cherry from the bowl‚ and sucked it into her mouth. Her teeth bit into the soft fruit and it burst‚ succulent juices covering her tongue. Mmm‚ she moaned quietly and let the juice slide down her throat‚ before chewing and swallowing the fruit. As she reached for a second she turned her head and noticed him moving towards her‚ his fingers undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt. He removed it‚ and dropped it to the blanket. Angela lent away from him. “Excuse me?” She asked. “Oh. I can assure you there is absolutely nothing to worry about. You can rest assured that I won’t molest you in anyway....unless you would like me to of course.” He smiled‚ and she thought she saw a twinkle in his eye. “I was merely going to sunbathe. I do so enjoy the sensation of the suns warmth on my naked flesh. He undid his shorts and let them drop to the ground‚ before stepping out of them. Angela coughed. He stood in front of her totally naked. She ran her eyes down his chest‚ his stomach. Beneath soft curly black hair‚ his manhood hung thick and limp between his legs. She licked her dry lips‚ before placing another cherry in her mouth. He lowered himself to lay face down‚ his head resting on his arms‚ the juice and cherries between them on the blanket. She removed her hat before‚ smoothing her dress‚ she too lay face down‚ her arms cradling her head. After about ten minutes he turned his head towards her. “Do you not sunbathe?” He asked. She turned her head to look at him. “Well not really‚ and well..” Her eyes seemed to scan around the glade. “Oh you don’t have to worry about that my dear‚ we really are quite secluded‚ and people seldom come here. In fact you’re the first in‚ Oh let’s just say a very long time. Do you not like to feel the heat of the suns rays on your naked body‚ it really can be quite invigorating‚ quite sensual.” “It’s just that‚ “she looked down at her dress‚” I’m not wearing much under here‚ and with you lying there‚” she looked down his back to his firm buttocks‚ “naked‚ well...” “Rest assured you are safe here with me‚ we’ll just share in the pleasure the sun gives us.” Not knowing why she even considered the idea‚ she sat‚ her arms going behind her back to the zip on her dress‚ and undoing it. As the straps began to slip down her arms‚ she looked him in the eye. “Well?” “Oh‚ please excuse me.” He turned his head and resting it again on his arms‚ looked away. She let the top of the dress drop down‚ then lay back to remove it completely‚ before folding it and placing it beside her on the rug. Then‚ like him she lay face down to enjoy the sun. He turned his head to face her. The sun did indeed feel nice on her skin. It’s warmth seeming to seep into her. The occasional breeze would stroke sensuously over her naked back‚ as if an invisible mouth were blowing softly. She looked across. The man’s eyes were shut‚ his breathing shallow‚ he looked so calm and peaceful. She felt an urge to stroke his cheek‚ and her hand reached towards him. She stopped. “Just what are you thinking?” She shook her head admonishing herself. “Cherries‚ think of the cherries.” As she lent up on her elbows to reach towards the bowl‚ she felt her nipples rub gently against the blanket beneath her‚ The softness of the woollen fibres seemed to stroke as soft as a feather‚ gently at the tips. She sighed softly. All thought of cherries slipped away‚ as lowering herself‚ she repeated the action‚ making her nipples stiffen slightly‚ to protrude from her breasts. “Mmm nice.” She thought‚ as once more she rubbed her chest backwards‚ and then forwards as she arched her back She stopped‚ now leaning on her elbows. She reached to take another cherry from the bowl‚ and moved it towards her parted lips. Tilted her head back she sucked this third cherry into her mouth. Sweet juices burst in her mouth as she bit down hard‚ and again she let them flow slowly down her throat. She looked at the glass on the rug beside her. “Who needs that?” She thought. After all‚ the cherries did both ease her hunger and sate her thirst. His eyes had been slightly open as she moved her hand towards him‚ and he had sensed the indecision in her. She wanted to touch him‚ but felt cheapened by the thought. He smiled‚ and his eyes moved down from his study of her face‚ to fix on the curves of her white breast‚ a merest hint of it’s dark pink nipple showing‚ its tip being cushioned by soft wool. Mmmm. His tongue slipped out between his dry lips‚ circling to moisten them. He tilted his head‚ returning his gaze to her face. He opened his eyes fully. “Would you like me to apply some lotion to your back? You are after all pale of skin‚ and the sun’s rays are quite powerful.” She reached a hand back over her shoulder‚ and touched her back. It did already feel a bit hot and slightly tender to the touch. “Well if you wouldn’t mind.” She reached for her pack‚ and pulled out the sun lotion. Placing it between them on the blanket she averted her eyes as he started to rise‚ turning so to kneel beside her. “Oohh!!” She shivered and a tiny squeal escaped between her lips. “Cold?” He asked her. “Just a bit. More the shock I think. Carry on.” He had drawn a line down her spine with the creamy lotion‚ and now began to massage it into the soft skin of her back. His hands moved in circling motions‚ moving slowly‚ his fingers stroking‚ up and down. He reached across her back‚ stroking down her side. The tips of his fingers softly brushed the side of her breast. She turned her head‚ once again resting it on her arms‚ and looked at him‚ her eyes barely open. On his face was a look of intense concentration as he stroked her‚ his fingers pushing at her skin as he massaged her back‚ and up over her shoulders. Again he rubbed over her side‚ this time his fingers lingering slightly‚ pushing gently at the softly yielding flesh beneath. She looked down‚ his member was slightly larger now‚ thicker‚ longer‚ and seemed to be growing before her eyes. Her mouth felt dry‚ as she moaned softly to herself‚ her passion beginning to rise. Smoothing the lotion onto her skin his hands moved lower‚ the tips of his fingers sliding inside the waist of her white panties. Her eyes opened wider as he looked down at her face‚ his eyebrows raised in question. She nodded slightly and felt his fingers once more stroke and caress her lower back. Her nerve ends were fired‚ tingling‚ as he expertly stroked and caressed her. Her imagination took wing‚ and carnal images vied for position in her head. She moaned softly as she saw him move down her body‚ and out of her line of sight. She felt her legs eased slightly apart‚ and felt the hot skin of his legs on the inside of her calves. He ran lines of lotion down the back of her legs. With strong fingers he stoked upwards as if easing the tightness from her muscles. He stroked down the outside of her thighs‚ her calves‚ before again rubbing upwards‚ his thumbs this time stroking up the inside of her legs. Higher and higher‚ stopping just short of her panties‚ to stroke softly back down. She felt a tingle exciting her body‚ felt her nipples stiffen against the soft wool‚ felt heat build between her legs‚ as he again stroked firmly up her legs‚ her inner thighs. “Would you prefer an all over tan do you think?” She was started back to reality by the unexpected sound of his voice‚ and turned her head to look at him. She nodded as she slowly raised her hips from the ground. He leant forward and slid his hands under the waistband before sliding her panties over her hips and easing them down her legs. He moved to kneel beside her as he slipped them over her feet‚ and placed them on her dress. He looked up at the curves of her firm cheeks. Round‚ firm succulent‚ like a peach he was eager to bite and taste. He ran his still lotion-coated hands over them‚ stroking‚ squeezing‚ kneading them‚ as she tensed her muscles. Angela could only moan‚ as her body trembled with suppressed emotion. She raised her self on one elbow‚ and looked back at him. She could see the tension in his face‚ the inner tension that had grown as he had massaged and stroked her back‚ as he had caressed her legs and her cheeks. His member had continued to swell and grow. It was harder now‚ not hanging‚ but rather its tip pointing sideways at his hip. She rolled to her back. He stared down longingly‚ taking in the roundness of her firm white breasts‚ with their dark pink nipples jutting proudly from their centres. His eyes moved down‚ taking in the flatness of her stomach‚ her slim waist and small rounded hips‚ finally resting on the dark delta between her legs. He swallowed hard‚ his mouth felt dry‚ and again he circled his lips with his tongue. He looked back to her face. She was wearing a mischievous smile‚ as she picked up the bottle of lotion from where he had left it. He gave a small cough. “The front my dear?” His voice sounding husky. “Hmm.” She lent slightly forward‚ and poured some lotion into her left hand. She slowly raised it moving it up to first cup‚ and then close it around her right breast. She squeezed‚ and he saw the creamy liquid ooze between her fingers‚ and run slowly down her stomach. She held the bottle towards him‚ her eyes now fixed on the wide girth and the long length of his cock‚ which stood fully erect in front of him‚ throbbing. Sighing‚ she moistened her lips. “Legs perhaps.” He took the proffered bottle from her hand‚ and poured the thick lotion onto his palm. Dropping the bottle‚ he rubbed his hands together. Her hand squeezed and rubbed at her breast‚ slowly circling. Her fingers squeezed at the firm nipple‚ pulling‚ leaving it glistening in the sunlight. She stroked across to her left breast and caressed and squeezed‚ tweaking her nipple‚ pulling then releasing. Backwards and forwards‚ stroking‚ caressing‚ pinching‚ twirling her stiff nipples. Her right hand moved lower to trace circles and stroke her stomach‚ the tips of her fingers briefly touching her soft pubic hair‚ before once more returning to the blanket at her side.. He stroked up the front of her legs‚ leaning towards her‚ watching as she gently writhed‚ and softly murmured‚ her tongue licking her lips‚ as she lost herself in her pleasure. Down the outside quickly‚ his needs building inside him. He stroked up the inside of her thighs‚ Angela moaned louder as his fingers reached the top‚ fingers stroking outward‚ circling‚ to meet‚ to twist and tease her hair. She raised her hips as his fingers retraced their route back around her pussy‚ and then down her legs. Again she felt his hands stoke her thighs‚ and again they parted at the top to toy with her soft hair. Once more he gently stroked‚ her sense of anticipation‚ her frustration‚ building as she yearned to feel his touch between her legs. She stroked and squeezed harder at her breasts thinking‚ “please... please.....” She raised her hips higher‚ thrusting towards him‚ as she felt his hands on her legs‚ stroking ever nearer to the heat between her thighs. “Oooh!! Aaah!!” She moaned‚ as she felt not his finger‚ but the tip of a soft velvety tongue lick slowly up her lips. She looked down to see him looking up at her‚ the bottom of his face hidden between her legs. He lowered his head‚ and she sighed as again his tongue licked slowly up her pussy. Slowly‚ gently‚ sensuously he used his tongue to tease and please‚ licking up her now swelling lips. Up‚ his tongue easing them slightly apart‚ pushing slightly harder. She was hot and wet‚ and her juices started to flow slowly between her lips. “Mmmm.” He licked‚ savouring her taste on his tongue. His tongue moved faster now as he licked‚ up and down. It pushed harder‚ probing. He buried his face deep between her legs‚ pushing his tongue fully out‚ to slide it into her. Again he moaned at the taste of juices on his tongue‚ her heat surrounding it. Angela was moaning softly as she lowered her hands to grip the back of his head as she felt his tongue swirl inside her. Squeezing her thighs in his strong fingers he moved his tongue slowly in and out of her. In and out‚ licking her juices into his mouth to savour their taste‚ before letting them slide down his throat. He stopped‚ and she felt his head push back against her hands‚ and reluctantly she let go. She leant forward as he sat back to kneel between her knees. She sighed at the sight of his member‚ which stood proudly throbbing‚ its’ purple tip shining in the bright sunlight. She reached out and stroked the tips of her fingers down its’ hard length. He closed his eyes‚ sighing at her touch. “Perhaps that would be a little easier.” He nodded back over his shoulder directing her gaze behind him. The trunk was now draped with woollen fleeces‚ which covered the top‚ hanging down over the sides. She nodded‚ and taking her hands in his‚ he helped her to her feet. Hand in hand they walked naked across the glade. Taking her waist‚ he lifted her to the broad trunk‚ lowering her gently onto the fleece-covered top. He eased her slightly back before kneeling between her legs. Stroking his hands up the backs‚ he raised them and placed them over his shoulders. She lay her head back‚ and raised her hips‚ longing to feel his tongue once more buried deep inside her. He bent forward‚ and again started to lick his velvet tongue up and down her wet and eager pussy. His blood more fired his licking became my urgent‚ as his hands stroked up and down‚ and around on her stomach. His tongue stabbed out pushing hard and fast between her lips‚ and into her sweet tasting hole. In and out‚ in and out‚ Angela moaned and her muscles tensed‚ her legs gripping the sides of the head between them. In and out‚ in and out‚ the tongue felt wider‚ longer‚ felt rougher as it now darted in and out of her‚ harder and faster. Her pussy lips parted further as the tongue seemed to grow‚ pushing them wider to take its’ size‚ and licking deeper and deeper inside her. Angela saw an image of a black wolf with shining eyes‚ a long rough tongue hanging from its’ snout between pointed fangs. She looked down‚ it was a man not a wolf‚ but still she couldn’t shake the image from her mind. “Aaah!!” She groaned‚ the tongue seemed to fill her‚ as it continued to slide in and out‚ twirling‚ licking‚ burying itself deep. In and out‚ in and out‚ the tingling between her legs grew‚ spreading through her pussy‚ and out across her stomach and chest tingling her hard jutting nipples. His hands squeezed her breasts. Every nerve end in her body was stimulated‚ excited‚ and she writhed moaning as he continued to lick her inner walls. The tongue slid out to lick hard up over her clit‚ his mouth sucked hard. “Yeeeess!!” She screamed out‚ as wave upon wave of electrical energy seemed to shoot outwards. Her back arched‚ her muscles contracted as she shook and shivered‚ her orgasm electrified and heightened her senses. Her clit and nipples tingled and throbbed. As her orgasm subsided she sat up to see him now standing between her legs. “Mmmm Thank you?” she told him. “The pleasure was mine‚ I can assure you.” She watched his mouth as he spoke. His tongue was quite normal. “I must have been lost in the moment‚ in the intense sensations.” She thought shaking her head slightly. She lowered her eyes to look at the length of hard flesh protruding upwards from his loins. She slipped down from the trunk‚ and extended her hand to wrap her fingers slowly around it‚ and squeeze firmly. “More mine I think‚ but let’s see shall we.” She slowly pulled down‚ exposing his tip. Up‚ then down. She bent‚ her tongue slipped out between her lips. Up then down she stroked before she gently licked the very tip of her tongue along the slit on the end‚ tasting his seeping juice. His eyes were closed as he moaned softly. She took him into her mouth‚ licking around his hard flesh‚ as she gently sucked. Slowly‚ rhythmically she moved her head up and down‚ sliding him between her lips as her hand stroked up and down his cock. He gently gripped her arm and pulled her hand away. She looked up in surprise. “Not that way.” He said‚ and holding her shoulders‚ he turned her and bent her over the tree trunk‚ laying her on a soft woollen fleece. His fingers slid between her legs‚ and started to stroke forwards and backwards. Forwards and backwards he gently stroked her pussy‚ as her juices started to moisten his fingers. Forwards and backwards‚ she felt the heat build‚ her juices begin to flow. He slipped a finger slowly inside her. “Mmmm.” And she moaned. In and out his finger probed‚ as she grew hotter and wetter. He inserted another finger. In and out in and out he pushed and stroked. He moved forwards towards her‚ his hand wrapped around his length‚ lowering it and sliding it between her legs. She reached back between her legs‚ her thumb and forefinger circling his hard cock. She stroked it up and down her slit‚ lubricating the tip‚ before guiding him inside her. Holding firmly on her hips‚ he bent his back‚ easing his own hips forward to slowly push himself deep inside her. She felt his stomach push against her cheeks. “Aah.” He groaned. He just stood‚ his cock fully inside her‚ lost in the sensation of her wetness and her heat surrounding it. Pulling back his hips he slid almost out‚ before once again sliding slowly back inside her. In and out‚ in and out‚ a slow‚ easy rhythm. As Angela moved started to mirror his movements he withdrew his length until just the tip was inside her. “Hmm?” Slightly frustrated she looked back over her shoulder. He drove his cock in hard. “Aaah!!” She moaned as she was forced forward‚ Her hands gripped tightly on the fleece. Again he pulled almost out and stopped‚ teasing her once more‚ before driving hard back into her. Out‚ and he stopped‚ sliding slightly in and out‚ savouring her growing sense of frustration‚ as she squirmed‚ pushing her pussy back towards him. She felt his hands grip over her shoulders‚ and he forced his hips quickly forward to bury his cock hard and deep. “Ooh Yess!!” Angels raised her head‚ words and sounds coming unbidden from her lips. As he pumped backwards and forwards‚ his actions more urgent‚ harder‚ she was forced forwards‚ just the tips of her toes now touching the lush grass. In and out‚ his arms beneath hers‚ his hands clutching her shoulders and pulling back in time to his action. “Ooh ! Aah!” They moaned as one‚ as she felt him‚ move faster and faster. His cock seemed to swell more‚ becoming thicker and longer. “Aahh!!” She moaned as it buried deep inside before sliding out. In‚ and his hands moved to the top of her shoulders. Out‚ his hips moved back. In‚ and she felt nails‚ yet not nails‚ dig into her flesh. No not nails‚ they felt more pointed‚ harder‚ perhaps more like claws. He racked them down her back as he again powered his now huge cock into her. She moaned‚ and groaned‚ pain mixed with passion‚ with lust. He filled her‚ and she could feel her juices seeping round his hard flesh to run down her inner thighs. As he drew his length back he grabbed her shoulders. As he powered back into her willing yielding flesh‚ his nails or claws scratched down her back. In and out‚ in and out‚ his rhythm now regular and hard. Angela looked back over her shoulder‚ not certain what she would see. His cock had swollen and grown‚ longer‚ thicker‚ like nothing she had experienced before‚ as he now fucked her hot pussy harder and faster. His face seemed unaltered‚ his eyes closed‚ mouth open and moaning as he rode her. However his chest seemed broader‚ his arms seemed larger‚ more hairy. His hand on the back of her head pushed her face down. His action slowed‚ his thrusts becoming longer‚ harder as his passion grew yet higher‚ more intense. He lay on her back‚ and she felt his hot breath on her neck. “Oow!‚ Aah!” She let out a groan of pain mixed with pleasure‚ as his teeth bit hard on her neck‚ his teeth feeling sharp and pointed. He raised his head and howled as his cock jerked inside her‚ his hot seed bursting against her inner walls. Angela’s breathing became short‚ as she panted‚ sighing and moaning. Shocks again ripped through her body‚ her swollen clit seemed to spark. Her pussy muscles contracted around his length as he jerked again sending more of his cum spurting into her already full pussy. Every muscle in her body contracted and she writhed‚ as electricity seemed to play over her‚ her nipples so hard now that they ached. He held her hips burying his still jerking cock deep inside her as his lust spent itself‚ and his orgasm subsided. Dressed now in his shirt and shorts‚ he zipped Angela’s dress. When she had finally been able to raise herself from the fleece blanketed trunk‚ Angela had seen no visible evidence that he had ever been other than she had first seen him as a man. He was no bigger and no hairier‚ his member was surely that of a ‘healthy’ man. So why couldn’t she shake the image of the wolf from her mind. Wolf-man‚ Man-wolf‚ no surely not. But then hadn’t he been able to change his appearance? “Did you....did you... well sort of change?” She hesitantly asked him. “Change‚ in what way? My passion definitely rose to great heights‚ and my senses‚ well you all but rid me of those‚ but change? No I don’t think so. I’m still just a man.” “Hmm?” Angela was not so sure. Taking her by the hand he walked her back to the spot where she had entered. “Well my dear‚ I can only thank you for what has been a truly memorable‚ and thoroughly enjoyable day‚ but night draws on and I’m sure you would not wish to be walking these woods in the dark. I would see you safely home‚ but I am afraid that is quite impossible.” Angela looked around‚ and for the first time noticed that the sun was indeed low down above the tops of the trees. “Dusk already?” She thought‚ it didn’t seem as if she had been here that long. “EIGHT HOURS?” She thought with surprise. She couldn’t believe it‚ but judging from the position of the sun it must have been about that long. “No‚ I mean yes. Yes I guess I must be going‚ and thank you‚ I’ll be fine.” It was certainly not what she was thinking‚ but all she was about to say. “Will I see you again? I didn’t even know this glade was here.” “Perhaps my dear‚ for anything is possible. As for the glade‚ well it is always here‚ but can not always be seen. So as I say‚ perhaps‚ and should you want to enough‚ you may find your way back.” He turned her towards the gap in the undergrowth‚ and she stepped through. 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I would concur that it's the small things one does during their lifetime that are going to be the most impactful on them when they go back to cherish. In my 25 years, I've tried to make as many of these little moments for myself as possible. I hope to continue doing so. As I circumvent the cobwebs and flip the grimy pages in the convolution that is my brain, I still recall a balmy Friday afternoon during the summer of '14. There have been many days around here where the climate could make it feel exactly like so. Though reiterating: The minutiae of details which were taking place during that day are what I think a person can treasure the most. Even if specifics become lost, they may blend and be a larger whole after a time. Speaking for myself, I now see the sun shining on that day more than I'd cared to notice then. I turned 19 that May. My self-confidence had been improving along with what amount was already there from the time I'd graduated from high school. I did so with the Class of 2012. I was on a tight leash that was loosened by my parents for the remaining year of my minority. They removed the leash when I became an adult by law the year later. I had finally escaped the austerity enforced in my orthodox household during my upbringing, and in lieu, set out with the intention to experience and to make myself happy. To think less of what was expected of me by those who play God, and more of my perennial passions. I'd recognized my flaws. I've never stated to anyone that I'm a good person. Never. But I felt that helping other people would be helping me; what else can we do? I pondered on a medical field or social work — and a steady source of income, of course. I knew this was going to be a tremendous undertaking, but I was adamant when I set my mind to something important to me. I'd been told so by teachers — people of authority outside the homestead. A university accepted me. It required a distanced move several hours away. I would have to do this on my own without support or enthusiasm from my family. Yes, I was frightened; I don't blame myself. But this was what it took — to overcome my dread and doubt while bearing in mind my goals, which I purposely left petty and superfluous so they would be feasible to complete and not damage me from unexpected failure to fulfill them. By my pragmatic, if not sardonic philosophies by default, expecting good things to happen in this world's rocky landscape leads to disappointment in many cases. Maybe then I wasn't aware of this factuality, but I am now. I recognize. I stop to think about those without. The body I am in, the innocent lusts I have, the blessings bestowed to me by God are all good things, so long as I humble myself and take heed to what I know to be right. They will not be denied by me, rejected by me, or taken for granted, as often as I can remind myself. As contradictory and ironic as the following account will seem, I'm only human, none of which is perfect, all of which is pardoned. II I always knew what the passions and lusts aforementioned were. They seemed like untapped and beautiful things that escaped my domineering nature of cynicism and restraint. Even early on in my childhood, I was inquisitive; whatever was there had always been a part of me. I could not, or rather, was forbidden to act on any carnal urges — rightfully so, since I was only a child. Yet, with all the boundaries and restrictions and doctrines of what is “Right” and what is “Wrong” firmly implanted, there was exposure to so many sexual contexts and innuendos, nonetheless — not only that but other discretions that a young girl should not be allowed to eavesdrop on. I was being informed well before my sanctioned time by three older siblings and made fully aware of how things plied. My brothers had no capacity for complex emotions such as concepts of morality or guilt — a typical encounter for me then. They did not care. They brought their rambunctious peers for visits while Dad would work around the clock, Mom would drink her gin and tonic, and I'd impinge on their misdeeds. Why did my dad ignore me? It bothered me more than he knew and would affect me down the trail. Why did my mom harbor such an indefensible hatred towards me? Was there something in me that she saw in herself, or was it merely me, having been the “accidental” fourth? The two live-in grandparents, who were Dad's parents, just made everything that much more awkward and unbearable. Why go into it? No more time should be wasted dwelling on any of them; the less, the better. I could not breathe in that household. In any case, it wasn't much different around my contemporaries. Only, I'd be the one to refute classmates' naive banter and false notions by having known it all in advance when sat down in sex-ed, courtesy of three dick-headed and repugnant siblings with age and primacy on their side. It was a stark contrast when compared to the ridicule I would languish in the home, having not known jack shit when gunned down by a belligerent firstborn, ten years older than me. Sex is so ubiquitous that it's just impossible to avoid anymore — if it ever was possible to avoid it — especially with my level of drive. In one way or another, everything will pertain to it unless a prude, which I am certainly not. I was innately fascinated by it. I asked harmless questions. Why did my bros have to be so mean about it? I'm not having any self-pity here; this is only an explanation of what life was like during my childhood and growing up in my family — a veritable psychiatric field day. My clusterfuck of a house demanded a 1955 mindset, regardless of whatever was going on behind closed doors. Mommy and Daddy never sat me down for a tête-à-tête about birds and the bees, or anything else for that matter. My parents and grandparents would force their lectures on love but never practiced it themselves or set an example. And I mean the sum of what love's supposed to be like, what I understood it should be like, not just the sexual elements that intrigued me the most. This hypocrisy angered me. What the fuck was this? Love — it is all I wanted to feel but was unable to receive it by any means there. After all that the abstinence had cost me through puberty, I planned to change things for myself by finding love elsewhere, and I would demand nothing in return for it. III Work was almost out on that sunny day sometime in June. I'd been interning in several hospitals and facilities while I studied for a planned degree in pharmacology. As the end of my stint approached, I thought more of my plans for that nightfall and how to pull them off to perfection. These non-sequitur thoughts were unsuited for any run-of-the-mill and holier-than-thou work ethic. They flew around with the rest of the hustle and bustle incessantly going on up there that I would do anything, short of opting out, to mitigate. They made me fidget in my seat, causing my muscles to tense and my breathing to fluctuate. To only exacerbate my uneasiness and anxiety, an inbound text message had arrived from my newfound friend, Naomi. I don't recall precise words, but I'd guess something along the fringes of, “Are you going out for scalps later?” Over the years I've known her, she'd often refer to my newly acquired boons as “scalps,” or in another form of acrimony which — coming from how endearing and friendly she was — would still put it lighter than I was in my behavior towards most of those poor kids. I was coming out from an inferno of juvenile years that were indeed affecting both me and my surroundings. I regret it now; I do. I've hurt; yes, I have. Naomi's perspectives and definitions of propriety were different from mine — ones I frequently envied. I'd met her for the first time in January of that year. She'd been a neighbor when I decided to get out of the dorm and rent something instead. I was still 18 then, and she had six years on me at her 24. From my first impression, she did not seem to carry any hint of whatever constitutes a Child left in her at all. She was self-governing, incorrigible in her mold, and who she distinguished herself as — no one would be changing her mind. I admired those aspects and sensed genuine wisdom in this chick. Naomi quickly became a close friend to me, as I'd moved hours from my home and knew no one in this sprawling and daunting megalopolis beforehand. She saw my electrons and only confuted them with her more overbearing protons. I learned that it was only futility to be anything other than happy and amiable around her. I grew up with antonyms of joy. She had an overwhelming ardor I'd not spent ample time with before. I eventually opened up to her about my past. My kitsch is considered old-school, old-fashioned, and I have no problem with that. In an age of social media, I may have — or I may not have — a different definition than bulks do of what a friend is and who gets placed on the 'Friends List.' It's a close circle, and in effect, a small list that is pretty damn important to me. I consider Naomi to be one of the people on said list. I mention her extensively because she became a pillar that supported my happiness. Her impeccable judgment regarding getting the most out of what this life had to reward me was never questioned or depreciated. I was indebted to her. By that point, I had possessed what the forms of those rewards were continually able to come in, allusive pun intended. I was already being made aware of the effortless perfection in which my soul resided. I made efforts anyhow — if only to maintain my temple. I went out of the way to run miles every day during the week. I was only continuing what I'd been doing as a form of escapism since junior high. I had myself conditioned to the point of feeling like I could keep on figuratively running away from my troubles in perpetuity. I loved it like an addiction — “Runner's High,” they call it. It made me feel sexy. People — suspected to be in the same frame of mind as me, e.g., 'on the hunt' — would look at me as I went past them in my own made world, where the cosmos centered around the area where the middle of my foot would connect to the asphalt. I caught many gotten glances from the corners of my eyes, which I consider dark and intimidating. If I did lock my formidable gaze with the odd pedestrian on my cool-down period, nine out of ten times, I'd cause them to glance off in another direction as swiftly as they could. Any place that didn't involve the prerequisite set of balls it takes to meet my peep, continue inwards, and break my barriers. However, the tenth time consisted of those sure enough of themselves to take a plunge and brave a journey into my complex irides intent to burn away any veil in theirs. Destinations varied. I would arrive home to my leased residence in a cold sweat and dampened clothes to undress for a hot shower in a ritualistic manner. The release from the confinements of my sports bra only made me feel like I could breathe the more so. As I poured out of the nylon stitching, my breasts would instantaneously settle back into their rightful perky place and be permitted to jut from my chest in freedom, just as God had intended for Eve's to do so before the Fall. I shimmied myself out of what thin fabrics remained on the lower portion of my framework — hips and all that is divine between my legs were revealed to me, reminding me of my luck again. I knew what I saw in the mirror's reflection; I was not blind to a familiar sight. I eyed my curves and contours and the landing strip I regularly like to rock on my mound. It was abundantly clear what I was beholding: I was the quintessential woman who could have anything she fancied. It was entirely my choice to ditch the conviction and despair I suffered through adolescence and enjoy being in my niche instead. What a hedonist I was. I would undo the knotted bun resting atop my head to let my blackened hair fall past my shoulders and onto my skin. I could detect a familiar and intoxicating fragrance in each of the strands. The moisture and scent from having pounded on the pavement not long before would also be in the air. It would mix with lingering aromas from whatever perfumes I'd sprayed in it from that morn. They joined with the traces of shampoo and conditioner from the previous night. The amalgamation became a tang of raw Sexual Energy that cannot be withstood or further described without the risk of raving. A lot can happen in a bathroom before a shower. In times like 'in front of the mirror after a run,' I feel an aura surrounding me. I see myself in my purest and most vulnerable form as my damp and weighted tresses brushed against tender bits. Naked and battling with an abiding lust, found in spiritual sectors that cannot be labeled by anatomy, I would do things to myself in front of these mirrors — I'd been doing so in secrecy for quite a while. I would explore places, touch parts, and imagine my empty spaces made occupied by things I was, in my infancy, only able to catch glimpses and then lose sight of, left to have them in my dreams. Later on, I would see them but never be allowed to feel them in my presence. These dreams became increasingly vivid. But by that summer in '14, the need for imagination and improvisation was no longer necessary. I had felt the sensation of a cock pressing into my flesh and was able to say so. Even if a phantom in my time of solitude, I oft feel nerves on zones inside me where I want the head to bear the brunt of its punishment most of all and induce the climacteric point of no return. In these moments, I cast aside whatever piety and temperance I have over myself and realize how bad I need fucked. My cock craving would arrive in times as such — the times that were so commonly encountered during weeks consisting of long days with nil opportunity to sate my needs and cause the build-up and frustration to become that much more acute. These times called for me to do something about it. They bring me back to the Friday reminisced on, the reply to my friend's question, and whatever lucky guy — the emblematic scalp — would get his chance to serve as this completion for me as the five days of absence waned, and the weekend drew nearer. IV I replied to Naomi; asked her if she knew where I could go to make this happen. She had lived in the City all her life and was a social animal. It amazed me how she could throw names and addresses at me at the drop of a hat — any place where something was going down. It wasn't long after that when she told me, “Go here,” gave me the deets and coordinates, and wished me well. I planned to brave it alone that night since I was working some distance from home. More and more routinely, I found myself still out, waking up in strangers' beds and being gone even well into the next day. It was becoming a custom for me to be prepared for this to happen. I would keep clothes in my car, influenced by whatever vogue was going on; lots of clothes. I kept stocked on survival essentials, too, i.e., food and drink — mainly trail mixes and bottled water. I had plenty of cosmetic and hygienic supplies to maintain my beauty and preserve my health. I could do work while sitting in the car if obligated. If I needed sleep, it was trivial enough to recline the seat. I was able to be out and about more by these means. Staying or fleeing a scene was all contingent upon how it was and the vibes I was feeling. After I got out of the job, I went to find the park I'd been using to run laps during that week. Though, today, I would run only to a point where I'd not work up so much fatigue and make a sweaty mess of myself — which, with my stamina, took some work. From what I remember, it was supposed to be an open house slated for six o'clock or so — a later part of the evening. It would be no more than a fifteen-minute drive from where I was. I had plenty of time. Also, I liked to show up late at these things. Exercising was not only delightful to me but my way of cleansing the deed through its health benefits. It was my absolution from whatever substances and sordid activities I would undoubtedly be indulging in. During those years, I spent time playing dress-up in my vehicle. I'd strip out of my work attire and into sports gear for my runs. Then I would return and swap back into something suitable for whatever I'd be doing after that. In many instances, I would be within plain view as I was changing in the car. In retrospect, I'm surprised I don't need neck surgery as a result of how much surveying I was doing while I switched outfits to see if I was being ogled at by some perv. I told myself nobody saw me making a nouveau riche bimbo out of herself, but maybe I was, in my subconscious, wishing someone had. Perhaps someone did see me once or twice, but that's another story. My black Honda Accord was like a home for me, pillow in the back and all. If push came to shove, I kenned I could always go to my car and nap there in safety. Unless close, there was no reason for me to drive back home. I could be spending that time doing something productive or heading towards something that made me feel good instead. I was being taught different things now; to love myself and cease in the denial of loving it. I wasted none of what coupled youth and adulthood instigated. At 19, I was milking these advocations for everything they were worth, although I never wavered from my own beliefs; my Faith. Love is at the center of it; the rest is redundant to me. With that in mind, I arrived back after I had concluded my jog. I always felt carefree and sensuous after the fact, being glad it was done and feeling much healthier. I threw something on and freshened up. I wanted myself as flaunted and sultry as possible, sparing no expense or giving any pretense as to what I would be looking for at this shindig. I made sure not to hold back on Chanel and L'Oréal and make my hair as liberated, salacious, and untamed as possible. I swallowed whatever lurking fret there was and brushed aside whatever bullshit second thoughts I had, then ignited the engine to hear the radio blasting A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay. I remember it. V It was dusk when I got there. I parked a reasonable distance away on the curb and walked to the address Naomi gave me. A driveway went up for a bit that led me to a two-story home that looked to be an upper-middle-class sort of place. There was activity going on. Lots of people were there; I was not counting. The age group appeared anywhere between their teens like me, into their early thirties. I could walk right in and assimilate myself without anyone noticing, and I was all right with that. I figured most of it was going on in the backyard. There was a lot of landscaping around the front and a fence, so I had to go through the front door to get there, which was wide open. It seemed warm and stuffy when I stepped in, especially for the intermingling Latin blood running hot in my veins. The lights were down; I recall candlelight. I remember the usual smells of food and spirits. The familiar odor of marijuana was also in the air. I was 19 and very much underage, doing something I knew was not allowed, as if I was going to let that deter me. A blond-haired mistress I did not know walked up and hugged me. She said some indistinct things I don't remember now. She might have been the owner of the house since she was a bit older. Whoever she was, she looked to be well on her way, like she had taken something. I wasn't sure what was going on yet. I could not hear her, either. It was loud in there, enough to make a girl go deaf with the proper soundtrack going. People were yelling over each other as the typical EDM and pop music blasted on a stereo system. Music is at the epicenter of a good party. There have to be good tunes to have a good party, in my opinion. Of course, I did not expect to hear anything underground, abrasive, or hardcore, like a gabber at their rave or mosher in their pit. But the night was young, and so was I. At 19, a bit of what I knew was passed vicariously through the older folks I was becoming acquainted with — my friend Naomi was one of them. And her being 24, a sophisticated and diverse individual, they only got older from there. She was regularly around people in their thirties and upwards, back to when parties were happening in the '00s, '90s, and '80s. I hear they were tumultuous times, and Naomi had been exposing me to those capable of saying they were there. The only way to be there was to be there. They carried no smartphones back then, nor did they need them. Technology did not matter since it did not exist. It was the memory and the moment, nothing more. Whatever knowledge was in my academics and studies did nada for me while I was subject to those circumstances. What many of them attained was my definition of wisdom — having lived on Earth longer than me. Which is to say, they had witnessed more of what reality is and felt more pain than I had. The years they'd spent listening and partaking, as I was doing, had paid off. I could not compete with any of it, but she let me in on their private jokes, notwithstanding, and involved me in their antics as often as we were around each other. When I went to events with Nomi and whoever else she had along, there was no question about how confident I was. It meant a great deal to have her as a friend and to be able to call her one. As all this was happening, she confided with me just as much as I was confiding in her. With all that emotion and proximity, not to mention her talents in temptation, she began touching me and welcomed me to touch her, too. Lots of frivolous hugs were going on, but then they became more compelling. I did not know if she was manipulating me into something — if she was, it was working. She had the advantage of seniority and being the Cooler Cucumber than me, not to mention having a charisma that I lacked. She deadlocked me in my eyes all the time — a powerful thing to me. It reached the point when she trapped me on my lonesome one day, got me to open my mouth, and let her stick her tongue in it. It ended with her leading me by the hand and both of us on her bed, fucking one another. She pulled this off even amid my sobriety and having had considered myself a very straight female before then. Wow. Kudos to me, more power to her. Naomi became the first woman I was intimate with — she opened that gateway for me, broke that boundary and taboo. She was breaking lots of those not long after that. Things I never imagined myself doing began taking place, and I was doing them; things were taking me, more ambiguous puns intended. As time went on, she felt more like companionship and someone I could place my trust in and lower my guard around. It has remained as such to this day. VI Since I was alone at this particular event on that night, I wanted to be cautious. I was being analyzed head to toe by strangers left and right. I felt their eyes already peeling my duds off. During a warm night in June, there was not much clothing on me, to begin with — all my prominent features were out on display for them. I had done this on my own before and was discovering what worked for me, albeit tentatively. I needed to find a spot to settle in to get my bearings, with a drink in my hand that would put me on the path to enough of a buzz of courage to make a move on someone — or allow them to make theirs. A year farther down the highway, I might have done something insane and not thought twice, but I did not want to overdo anything here this evening. I was on my own, which is already taking a risk — too serious of one for my better part of judgment then. I found an unoccupied piece of patio furniture outside in the backyard. It was more spacious and less constricting than being inside the sweltering domicile. More air and fewer clusters of crowds brushing into my Safe Zone allowed me to relax and contemplate. People were in their groups and cliques and saturated in their confidences for reasons obvious to anyone. In that sort of environment, being ingratiated within a group makes a state of mind different from when unescorted. I felt withdrawn and homesick at this function that night, to be sure, drinking alcohol in my teens and prone to rash decisions. I had to remain vigilant and keep my wits about me. This garden party had been carrying on for a while now. I saw people dancing, fornicating, and rambling incoherently across the yard from what looked to be drug use, alleged to be ecstasy. I saw a surreptitious group of males, the type known all too well to me by then. I assumed they were selling — my assumption proved correct after time spent sitting with my drink and policing them. Club drugs were still out of my depth then, and taking something like MDMA — or taking any substance for that matter — without someone to trust nearby leads to bad decision-making and potential catastrophe. It's a wonderful way to wreck your entire life in an instant — and be left with the sickening hindsight of, “Why did I have to do it? I could have Just Said No. Everything would be fine right now if I had.” Thoughts such as those make me think of what is taken for granted, not to mention my health. With what I was doing for a better amount of six years, it is a miracle I am even alive and not in a coma or dead. Which is worse, the former or the latter? There would be no fucking way I would be taking anything on that night, let alone pay anything out of pocket for whatever insalubrious garbage it may have been cut with. I was searching around for someone who appeared to be in a comparable situation as me: they were at this festivity to get laid and bust their nut — no cons, illegalities, or ODs attached. Nothing wrong with a little lovin'. I had been there for at least half an hour now. I recall having a Dark and Stormy — a drink I have thoroughly enjoyed over the years. I doubt the rum was anything from a top shelf, but volume is volume. Speaking of volume, since the time I'd strolled through the home, the music was getting better. Maybe they'd replaced whoever was doing the DJing with someone who knew their shit — a connoisseur who viewed music as an art form, as I did. It sounded to be deep-cuts of minimal techno, vocal trance, et cetera. Echoes of numerous, unknown artists and tracks that someone could quite easily only ever lay ears on once during a lifespan and then never hear again. Hearing the unheard has always been a big deal to me. I thrive for a moment where I will hear something to fall in love with — or take offense from. As cruel as it seems to say to anybody sober, genres such as techno and trance will only sound better while rolling on uppers or while bombed out of their gourds on herb — or, in my case, that eve, floating on alcohol. But please permit me to be a hoity-toity, high and mighty, la-di-da ball-buster by repudiating what was literally just said: Don't do drugs; don't even drink hard liquor. It's the smart thing to do. VII I remember attempting a conversation with a couple of passersby if you could call it a conversation. Most of what they were mumbling to me about was idiosyncratic gibberish. Obviously Zonked. I told them, delivered as a fait accompli, what I was here for — my thirst needed to be quenched by some sort of personified punch after the stressors of my existence throughout that week, hither. While I continued to sip my beverage and soak in the sounds, I looked for a suitable other to aid me in accomplishing this feat. It would be an extreme responsibility for them. Most of the guys I saw there thought themselves larger than life, and justly so, I guess. They had girls with them already. It's possible actual relationships were going on, e.g., boyfriend and girlfriend. Most looked thunderous and hyper. Always something to say. They frolicked in their esteem. Were I to walk up to these characters or them to me, dictation would be on their terms. They could easily cast me aside and find someone looking nearly as good as I was that night, and I was looking severely good at 19; it would be untenable to deny or just plain mean to tell a Missy otherwise. I was getting tons of inspections, lonely and abandoned as I was. Time was running out for me to choose, and the alcohol was in effect. VIII I saw one of the smaller assemblages that looked to be more phlegmatic than the norm. They casually conversed and gave no evidence of having any terminal impairment. From a stone's throw away from my location, they looked like respectable working-class — blasé and hospitable; no flamboyance. One guy was the odd man out. He had no Lady on his arm, as the other two Gentlemen did. He looked to be a real Somebody. I would say he was in his upper twenties. His physique looked active, rugged, and undemanding — a type I loved to tempt. His hair was dark, dense, and wavy — enough of it to run my fingers through to feel good about myself. He had maintained facial hair, but not too maintained. He seemed rough around the edges, with nothing tapered or outstanding. His clothing — a distinctly recollected dark and drab T-shirt and tarnished denim jeans — fit loosely enough for comfort and snug enough to show off his sculpt — one that looked lean with a fatally underestimated power behind it. Hell yeah, I'd tap that! I was eyeing him up and down, gorgeous as I was, and he saw me doing it. He was participating in a chat with his buddies and their dates while he was more and more glancing over at me, sitting on my own, trying to pretend like he was not affected. I wondered if they were talking about me — it looked like they were touching on something. From what I was observing, he seemed to have a reserved opinion of himself. His friends appeared that way, too. There was no complacency or delusion present. I was stricken to carry myself with the same decorum in ordinary cases, but I was horny and infatuated with myself at the minute, not to mention Sloshed. I thought the man was looking at me and assuming right away that there would be no bet in hell of scoring a nasty summit of a number like me on that night. Too modest for his own good. Or was I wrong? Was I too conceited and haughty for my own good? I wondered what kind of beast of a Cock was skulking behind the excess seen in his weathered jeans like it was some predator waiting in ambush. Each seam and tear in those pants he bore so eloquently were more than likely earned by his merit at whatever tedious daily grind he had, rather than been pre-installed at purchase merely to resemble liveliness. As I continued studying him, I felt my mouth salivate. My breath began to elevate. My muscles were contracting, and I was fidgeting in my chair like I'd been doing at work earlier. What charm lay bare and void betwixt my thighs was going from moist to damp, damp to wet, and throbbing with each heartbeat. Steamy thoughts were going on in my fucked up and dirty head. I queried how much I could get away with here — Niña Loca, arguing with the Voices. The hand that did not contain a plastic cup involuntarily traveled down to paw at the soft Hill found in my shorts. I oftentimes do this with the knuckles bearing inward — really, there is no control over it. Then I felt my face begin to tingle and my mouth abruptly dry. I took another swig of 40 as if that would alleviate the dryness in the long run. My chest became tight, and my heart began to pulsate with even greater intensity — so much more that I felt it shocking my body from root to stem. My adrenaline was kicking in — something I still needed to get used to feeling. I wanted this dude to put his brawny hands all over me and force me to moan for him as he fucks me to climax. Oh, God, how I needed it. I wasn't going to wait around for it to happen. I got up and took concealed, stumbled strides athwart the grass and over to him. IX He grew taller as I neared — at least a head's higher than my 5'5''. Oh yeah, this fella was interested, so was I. Definitely a Smash. Something was trying to click here. His eyes lit up a bit, deep and complex as they were, like mine. Still, he did not turn them away from me to stare at his feet or act like he didn't know what was happening. I sensed he had assurance in himself, whether he cared to concede to it or not. As I landed my sights on the more intricate of his features, it became clear why he did. He was indeed much older than I, more into his early thirties. This was not some boy as green as the ground I stood on; it was a full-fledged Man. With the age comes the experience, as I was going to find out about later on. A man's age advantage over me also stirs my more discreet and frailer of psychological quirks — the lack of a Father Figure. Where I was invisible to my dad, I had found an adjacent alternative, who did appreciate me and lavished me in sensuality, furthermore. I'm a believer in Occam's razor — that the Quickest Avenue is probably going to be the right one to go down. Short and sweet; no meandering BS or trying out new techniques. I asked him if he was with someone. He took my meaning, shook his dear head in a neutral expression, and told me No. We shared the same policy, apparently — candid, concise, and straight to business; this is not like the movies. I asked if I could be with him. He said Yes — just like that. I went up to meet his chest, albeit hesitant from the slight jolted shock to my nervous system when I realized he was more seasoned than I had anticipated. But he extended a sinewy arm to give me signs I had nothing to fear from him. An indefinable surge of warmth went over me. Feelings of Happiness and Acceptance flooded inside as I hugged my body closer. I was on his left; I remember it. He put his arm around me. He was a rock-solid Bull. I wanted to put my arm around him, too. When I did, it felt like trying to hug a bronze statue out of Ancient Rome. I felt out of my body so often during these escapades. It was something surreal like a déjà vu or feeling like I'd reached the pinnacle of a precipice, one where reality only existed inside my mind and falling off the ledge would turn it into a black nihility, like before being born into a soul. I wished to rest my head on him and shut my eyes, then open them to see if I'd wake up someplace else — I didn't want to wake up; I wanted to go nowhere else but 'Here' and 'Now.' He had a scent of cologne that merged with a nostalgic hint of tobacco that I grew up around in a family of smokers; casual, and chain. His conferees were, as I inferred: Around their late twenties and precisely the kinds of laid-back folks that I could correlate to and mellow out with. One might even label it esoteric — no conformity, only themselves. There was an introduction. We exchanged our names — of which now I cannot recall. Mine was Melanie, and it is appalling that I cannot remember the name of my new boyfriend as I write in the present tense. His pals seemed tranquil and only spoke about as much as need be. They continued having a conversation about something that I draw blanks on now. I think it was work-related. I gathered they were co-workers. What was running through my mind was who I had my arm around. My hand and its fingers lightly traced the finer details and digits of his spine. They went up to the lower parts of his neck to brush his hairline. I was touching him with greater zeal and affection at an alarming rate of attrition. He was considering it, and I could see it. Who knew I had it in me? I had to raise my head to meet his height. My eyes were looking up and to his. Even if he turned away for a moment to those he was already familiar with, as if to equivocate my presence, I did not falter — my sight remained on him. This technique was not just for him to enjoy but also was a means for me to read him — to try my damnedest to discern what kind of man this was. What kind of secrets did I need to know about, hmm? Eye contact. It's important to me. I wanted to trust this stranger enough to give him Carte Blanche and let him have total Dominion over me and all that could be his. Capriciousness had nothing to do with the decision I had made — and despite my inebriation, while crossing over the lawn, I knew what I was doing here. It was the End Game in mind — for me to have my brains Fucked out in earnest and their gray matter suspended in Orgasmic Euphoria. Such has always been my Vice. The rest is impertinent; diversions or tactics to lead me to it. When they met my soft skin, I recalled the grain of his hands calloused and stalwart, like a man's hands should feel. As I expected, this was an active human being with a firm grip on a very clingy gal who coveted to get a lot more of her parts gripped on before the roosters had a chance to crow at sun-up. What I did not expect was how much this buckaroo knew what he was doing. It leads me to believe that this is why I still retain the night, even over six blurry years later, where I would find myself in similar predicaments during every week's end. X I finished my Juice and nonchalantly tossed the obligatory Red Solo Cup elsewhere, scattering the condensed ice cubes and soggy rum-soaked lime wedge amongst the turf. A Party will be a Party, and this one was not mine. A proper Fucking Mess — “Fucking” in verb form — for the host/hostess to clean up after all's said and done is, in consolidated fact, a Given. I now had both of my lovely hands vacant and available to touch him, as my inborn omnipotence concerning these libidinous affairs deemed fit. I edged myself from his side and into his front, though not all the way. Of course, this rose his attention; why would it not? No dialogue was going on between us, and I was quite all right with that. The Music played. The Multitudes in the yard carried on hooping and hollering like not a thing was transpiring between He and Me. My hands were running up and down along his sides and anywhere else stimulating they could conquer. I have been told countless times in so many ways about what it is like to feel my reception and bona fide sentiment via my touch. I did not grab the Bulge I wanted so desperately to have in my clutches, quite yet. It's crucial not to overstep bounds, initially. I needed to wait for that moment, a critical one. I had a Good Vibe going on here; high hopes; this was most certainly a Catch. He “wasn't most guys,” and for once in a blue-fucking-moon in the Sky, this Truth was held to be self-evident. I wanted him to have it, this luscious body in its entirety. He did not have to prove a thing to a girl endeavoring to cultivate herself. I finally got him to focus on Me, Me, Me, and fuck all else — the narcissistic wench that I was. In that instant, I banked on the Accolade to take place — the bit where this man took over for me and granted me something in return; quid pro quo. And he did. First Base! He had been a downplayed professional, touching me in all the right places with all the right amounts of pressure applied. His friends were very polite, and I don't even remember when they shifted elsewhere to give us our privacy. The only thing I remember was how fast I was being pulled into his body from a forceful tug on my Butt and my lips meeting his. I felt my boobs flattened on his torso in their usual somatic fashion — always a treat. My eyes closed, and what was subtlety on both our parts quickly turned to passion. I had no choice in this anymore. I was being manhandled and forced to submission by this Tank, made to feel like a Woman. My forearms went around his Hull and my fingers through his hair — any place I could nudge and turn on. All the while, he is doing the same things to me. Inside, I am growing aroused beyond words — driven to moan and whisper indiscretions and Freudian slips I would only utter from my authentic pleasure. My emotional state, psyche, and soul were being taken back to childhood — dismissal then, embrace now. They should be signals to this man — to any man — of how much I was getting into this. I was 'F4M/DTF/NSA,' unequivocally. He had taken his Big Bat and hit the Baseball well into the outfield, if not a home run, so he rounded to Second Base without the obligation to halt on the first plate. The heat and waves from his approval and endorsement enveloped me. I was standing on tippy-toes and then felt a drag in the small of my back by a stern and assertive hand. I was as closely knit to his body as allowable with our clothes still on. My kisses grew more adventurous and liberal, of which happy campers have told me are as great as my touch. My tongue was doing its handiwork; he impressed me with his. He was pulling up my leg to rest against his midsection as if to lift me from the ground and spare me my encumbrance. I'll admit, it was tough being Me sometimes. He had his other hand grabbing into my tight Ass in the interim — a lot of Ass to grab into. Courtesy of a South-American heritage, the Brazilian Butt Lift came with the Package. As he did this, it caused everything so tender and bewitching to the commonfolk to stretch apart and shoot waves of exhilaration through me, from the top of my pointy hat, to where I sit on a broomstick, to the tips of my toes. I like it when my backside is played with and violated by a stronger counterpart, 'tis true. I emphasize: With all that is Corporeal, simultaneously existing with all that is Conceptual, the pleasure I feel from this is Incommunicable. I felt another brutish hand betwixt my pregnable legs and its fingers pressing into fertile valleys below the pubic bone. He knew precisely where my Clit was, even with my dungarees obstructing it. We — being me and Her — were assuredly in trouble. Giving this Paragon of Masculinity no sign of refusal and every incentive to take this to another level, I immediately placed my hand on the Bump of unmentionables in his slacks. I was, dying then and there to have it rammed inside me — through any choice of an entrance — to placate my yearning. I felt how hard it was and only wondered of its potential size when I had it out to put my hands on it. It felt disconcertingly Huge. Too huge for captivity. I aimed to be the girl to release it for good. XI I do not know how long we were making out. What could have been minutes seemed like hours to me? Or is it the other way around? My guy and I were standing out in public, and this shit was getting Real. He was going under my skimpy little summertime top and touching my bare, prohibited flesh by that point. I wanted him to take it off. I didn't stand a possibility to surmount to this; he would just triumph in one way or another. He could put me over a desk, stick his Dick in my Ass and fuck the reading glasses off me, and there would not be a goddamned thing I could do to prevent it. I knew it. Despite all that Respect I had for myself, I was ready to accept being got and fucked back into my place on the Hierarchy — fucked out of the Feminist Mindset that liked to creep up on me. And him being a Hunk and having it all rock-hard in his pants because of me only validated my Role and gave me that much more esteem — I accorded him his hard-on. He was digging me. On the Ortho-Novum, or whatever I was taking at the time, there was no cause for us to be concerned about unplanned cherubs should things come to that. We were ready for this to happen. My areolae diminished, nipples coagulated. I felt numb from the cocktail in my system. What a lousy feeling sometimes. Contrary to what's said about alcohol warming the blood, the opposite is true — it reduces body temperature. I was getting cold. Finally, my boo gave me an interval to be able to tell him that I “really wanted to be alone with him” — more than likely in those selfsame words, or fewer — implying that I needed him to fuck me. He understood. This guy was exceptional, incredible. Most talk too much, but he was of few words. He explained to me, in brevity, that he lived only a five-minute stroll from the house party and asked me if I wanted to go there with him. I answered, “Yes," with as much sincerity and solemnity as I could muster from my drunken state. He put his arm around me, said some hazy farewells and valedictions to his associates, and lead me from the property. XII The eve had turned late, at least according to whatever Pecksniffian condescender declared that 'when the sun is down, then it should be deemed by us as such.' I didn't know the exact time, but as long as I'd lived with Time, it had to have been at least after 23:00. It was a peaceful walk, lit by the scattered lamps on the road and the city's glow and hum. Not a lot was spoken between him and me, though I remember trading compliments and informing him of how much I was looking forward to this. We were enchanted by each other in the ambiance of the midnight that warded off the distant sounds of commerce, transit, and day-in-day-out hustle-bustle. My other half had a sturdy arm around my curvy waistline, and a steady palm on my belly — my more supple touch sought to rouse him on his back while he did so. I was on his left side; I reckon it's the instinctive side of an alpha male for me to choose. It made me feel great; these fluttery butterflies in my head with his hold down there. I strived to stay as flirty and lewd as I could with my hookup. But mayhaps a more magical side of me gave a more devoted sort of touch to him, as plausible while in motion, as we neared wherever he lived. Maybe my caring touch hoped to sustain the comfort and warmth we had already shared at the gathering together. Perhaps it hoped to obtain more. I can get a bit melancholy while on the sauce; it is a depressant, after all. I remember my touch carrying a gravity. Was my fling feeling it like it was? Nah, probably not. Regardless, my swooning and blushing from this tall and mysterious drifter, leading me to be fucked, may have evoked some facepalming drama. He had his arm around my waist. His hand pressed into my womb; it possibly jerked a tear in the corner of my eye or two. Maybe a little one. I can become very emotional when my guard is down like it was there; is that so bad? I get this fucking longing to gratify another entity and receive something in return from it. It is kind of difficult to explain. Most of my frequented types did not give me this in return. I wanted to exploit some form of compromise — a chunk that was taken out of their armor by means I would hope to overhear during pillow talk, highs, trips, or something. I aspire to get a hard-ass such as this one with my arm wrapped around to open themselves up to me; make me feel meaningful, if not indispensable to them. Maybe then I would repay them by letting them see me open up — let them have a taste of what really flows through my heart. Though I would find myself in similar situations shortly in the future, most of the liquor was subsiding by then; I only downed the one cup at the gala — granted, a large cup. The temperature had fallen, and I was freezing. I remember shivering and trembling, my teeth gritting, but this could have been from the looming plans. I will confess, I was slightly anxious since I knew what was coming. I was in this sexy rascal's grasp and heading with him towards the fabricated and murk unventured. It did not matter; it was a beneficial kind of worry, more of a therapeutic dilemma, or being in labor before childbirth — the kind that made me feel like a lady. I had to have been looking good — my heavy eyeliner to lose himself in; my myriad of long sable hair abound for him to stir and sway. He was treating me well. He had respect for me, and I knew he would not hurt me. I was fucking ready for this. XIII We'd reached our destination. I had deduced — all while keeping up with the tradition of oohing and awing over the immaterial and mundane on our way over — that the structure was a lesser idyllic sight, fixed closer to the street. It was more of a bungalow, with less of a yard in front — a bit of a far cry from the dazzling, bourgeois casa we'd trekked from in the minutes that felt like ages ago. But if it's Moolah I'm after, then they don't know me at all. He took me around to the rear of the dwelling to unlock a door. The backyard was more spacious, only as I recall from the low level of visibility, it being past my bedtime. No moment was wasted going inside. He closed the doorway. I heard the keys clank as they hit the kitchen counter. It was dim, save for a small tinted light seen in his living room — he had left it as such for us: dark. The curtains were closed. I heard a radio on low; 88.1, a jazz station — maybe to dissuade intruders? Or had he been planning something here all along? What space was there appeared to be well-kept, as if he wasn't home a lot — or when he was, he had a needy bombshell clinging to him as he did on this night. It had this atmosphere of order and neatness — that of an industrial and regulated one — a well-disciplined fellow. Though, it felt like a cozy and homey place to me, too. I was only judging all of this in a brief instance because he turned to confront me. I gawked at him with a minor trace of hesitancy, as if I could not believe this was happening to me right now. He took me in his arms, and I melted into a fervent kiss. XIV You get out of me what you put into me. Most of the plights that I braved with men were pseudo and superficial. There was no real thought of affection from them. But this seemed offbeat. I was feeling it — the vibe and the passion. He was giving me everything he had while still being vertical with clothes on his person, and he was fucking good at it. I don't know how long we were fondling one another or how we were veering towards the living room floor. As we did so, I understood that pieces of our clothing no longer wanted to be a part of the equation. I had my Beau's shirt off before we hit the rug. An effortless quintessence of a man was on top of me, giving it up to me, and I back to him. My top was still on, likely thinly sown and suggestive. I must confess I had not been wearing a bra since that eventide when I left work. It is my habit to ditch a bra from my soma at any opportune respite I can get. I have claustrophobia, and they are so fucking choking and uncomfortable. And, yeah, what was underneath the required conduct and expectation for people to have raiment on their persona in Society was probably blatantly visible to the public, too — i.e., my voluptuous 30Ds. But why should I have to wear a bra on such a nefarious night? He already knew it, of course. His hands were well up into my shirt and directly applied to all that is magnificent back at the party. He had not seen them unfiltered yet, however. We were still kissing; necking; feeling each other up — making love with each other. Does this not seem like it could want to go on for an eternity? My toned legs were wrapping around his back and pulling him in. I hugged him as close to me as I could. He touched me all over, was rubbing his hand on my shorts, right where I like it. Arousing noises were being born by me through concupiscence and pleasure. He stopped a moment, said nothing, only looked at me — my mood dazed and bewildered; my hair a scintillating and frantic mess, as he edged my top over my boobs. He paused another sec, and his eyes went wide. Nevertheless, he did not comment, and neither did I. Our facial expressions were our conversation. Maybe I would be getting another kind of 'facial' pretty soon. I looked at him and gave half a smirk with a feigned exhalation through my nose. He seized the meaning that I wanted this to proceed. He smooched me all over my upstairs and became enraptured by the visage of my exquisite knockers handcrafted by God. I closed my eyes and felt hot inside as he did so, never ceasing to convey my profound affections to him. He was traveling further downstairs in his affections towards me. My scantily sported top, a fluorescent orange insert brand name as I hark back to, had been discarded — flung across the pad. Both of us still had our pants on, obscuring the most sacred and sought-after regions. His was all I was musing about; what kind of monstrosity would I have to tussle with here? I could only feel it confined to his pants — what I felt scared me and shortened my breath, made me bite a lip or two. I was so fucking aroused. He was past my navel at this point; his tongue had been in there. My pants, still being equipped, did neither of us any good. It was time. He knew it, and so did I. He slid them down my legs and past my bare feet that draped over his shoulders. I have cute feet and toes, probably painted then. He saw them — before glimpsing at the shaven grandeur farther up, clearly conspicuous behind a decadent thong — and was not opposed to putting any part of me into his trap. He did something like stick me in his mouth, and I did something such as stroke the excess of his penis in his jeans with my other foot if only to entice him — as is my intuition when an apex has my toes at his mercy. His blue jeans were indeed still present, and I would be giving him prompts to take them off in succession with my waxed legs spread for him. He did not succumb. He took his time and it was turning me the fuck on in the meantime. My darling had skipped down several floors. He was now operating from bottom to top, inevitably leading to my delectable vulva and all points between — within and without; protruded and retracted. Would whatever animal that lay hungry in the foliage cause a prolapse when it sprung out to attack me? We — me and my pussy — had to wonder how bad this was going to be. What had we gotten ourselves into this time? It was no tricky task for this specialist to maneuver around my slutty looking band of string and put his mouth on areas and orifices that need no introduction to Mankind. There was no excuse not to know the female anatomy in 2014. Like the rest of his touch, it was an intrinsic gift to him — the right amounts of oscillated pressure applied under my little canopy. All I could think to do was just lay there and deal with it, play with my boobies, bite my lip, look down in amazement and reverence and savor it. This was a man who was not afraid or ashamed to go down on a woman. Evidently, this was about my pleasure, not his. I felt like a queen. He tapped his tongue right into my spot with my hand on his head whilst I was gasping in total awe of this hottie and pleading with him for it to continue and never desist. What more could a girl want? Everything was dripping in secretion, famished to have this panther make a meal out of us. His tongue in my box and on Dr. Grafenberg's spot was positively Awesome — I never use this word lightly. XV At this point, we had me moaning in agony for him, my legs trembling, and nerve endings bestowing euphoric bolts of lightning through my body. I was so fucking close, and yet, he paused. He brought my legs together and ditched the sad excuse of synthetic material that remained on me, leaving me in the nude. I do remember faintly saying to him, in helpless and perplexed excitement, “Let me see it, Daddy,” as if I had to tell this guy how to do his job. I could not help it; I needed it so fucking badly! He took the sides of my arms in both his hands and elevated me from the floor. He didn't have to tell me twice when he stood to his feet. I got on my knees and put my hands on his legs, never forgetting eye contact — laborious as it was, to focus on anything but my prize. My mate had already trod well past the third base by now, and I hadn't even seen it yet — I would not malinger here. It was time for him to head for the home plate — the final sprint. He undid the button and saved the zipper for me. I'd waste no time keeping his briefs on, either. I wanted the shock from this to strike me — though slowly, steadily, and in all profundity, I gripped the tops to slide them down. In exact, shuddered words of, “Oh my God,” as it lept out from behind the final barrier of cloth and fell from its weight, oxygen had been displaced in my lungs and replaced by another wave of an electrical current that detonated in my chest. I could not believe what I was bearing witness to here. Before then, I'd seen in propria persona what constitutes Perfect and Large dicks — these are not terrible items at all. But I had not seen a cock as colossal as his, staring me right in the face as tangible. This dude was Hung. How in Fuck's name was I going to manage this! He put the 'Well' in 'Well Endowed' in every literal and iterated sense. My breath quivered, and all I could think to do next was to put my hands on it — yes, it required them both. I'm on my knees, naked and flushed, before this monument of a man looking down at me. He was petting my head and pampering my brown-black hair, encouraging and inspiring me. Fuck, I was hot. It just behooved me, instinctively, to begin the process of engulfing it. Need I go into copious detail here? I was a prodigy of oral sex — of any sex. The simple translation: I love fucking. I heard his breathing go up and felt his grip begin to tighten. He didn't do anything brutish or obnoxious to me, only tilted his head to the ceiling to enjoy it. This delighted and satisfied me as I proceeded to go down on it further. I couldn't fit its entirety into the back of my throat, as diligent and persevered as I was, so I ran along its sides instead. I glanced up at him and sought his trust in me to put his nuts in my mouth — gently so as not to hurt them. One hand remained to stroke on his cock, the other wrapped around his leg. I closed my eyes and listened to his stifled groans from the fabulous head he was receiving. The erotic redolence of sex was in the air and affecting my anima. I felt both of our raised pulses; my own was crippling me. My heart could not beat any faster than it was; my body was ready to explode like a volcano. I rose from my knees a bit to play with myself. I doubt he noticed me reaching down to rub my pussy and press a finger or two onto my asshole. I continued to suck his dick off and allow as much of it to slide down into my throat as I could. I was so fucking ready for this guy to vanquish us. How were we going to fit this? I trusted him to be helpful and patient; he seemed like such a nice and handsome gent. We were communicating with each other only through our expression; it went without saying. Both of us knew what to do before the moment had arrived. My sweetheart saw me dawdling and hesitating with his circumference still in my yap and gently withdrew. He had his hand brushing the side of my adorable mug and went to a bended knee to lay on the soft carpet. He didn't have to signal me; tell me two times — we had already agreed upon it. It was beautiful and organic. On my way back down to meet him, I gave fellatio for a moment longer, simply to show how much I cared and also to prep it for penetration. Then I settled my hands on his warm and naked hide and laid atop him, my comely profile facing his. My body was swollen in its arousal as I lay pressed against him, everything so sensitive in the slightest movement. My lover put arms around me; I was no longer cold. I was like china, but he was gentle, caring only for my comfort. I wanted to kiss him again for it, and now free in the nude with the thought of his lush cock eagerly waiting in the middle of my titillating legs. My choice. An inexpressible joy that can only be comprehended while feeling the phenomena; two conglomerate bodies becoming a better and fuller whole. I felt like a part of this person. We laced hands, sought fidelity while entwined, and committed ourselves to one another. We withheld nothing. I felt safe; he would not harm me. I only go by my nature when I feel this fierce of a connection with my partner. XVI I don't recall any other specifics of our lovemaking prior to insertion. What I do remember about this night were the length and girth. We were going to have to take this slow; it went without saying as he caressed me, and I gave him whimpers and hints of how nervous I was. I was as ready for it as I would ever be; burning, drenched, and relaxed. His very erect Johnson was still loitering around the entrance to my pussy. No condom was involved — always a gamble, but he seemed like a well-kept enough chap to me. I took his hand in mine and guided it down my back to display my wish. I placed mine on his shaft and carefully prodded its head through my labia and onto my slit to squeeze it in. Yeah, he was enjoying himself. I did not remove my cajoling gaze from him, either. It entailed some parted mouths, some blood-and-tears, some concentrated squints, and mixed cries of anguish and relief, but we slipped the tip in. Every part of my vaginal cavity was screaming, “No, don't do this to me, Mel! It's too big!” But despite her quandaries, this was working out for us. Notwithstanding her bitching and vanity, we'd managed it, hand in hand, side by side; we were in this together now. I began to acclimate to my man's ferocious size and take his cock like it was put on Earth, designed, and tent for my insides. I did my utmost to have as every much of a blazing inch stretching me apart as possible. I dug my fingers into his chest and arched my back, going down on this fucking fire-breathing leviathan as much as I could stomach. Its master and ruler — its Neptune — only laid there with his eyes closed and head on the carpet. He had stopped touching me at that point. Was he just relishing in my depravity and my desperation to make this work? Various “oh gods” and “oh fucks” were forcibly ousted from my vernacular amidst each heavier land onto his column. My tits bounced up and down for his entertainment and viewing pleasure. How great does that sound? Still, he lay there, hands behind his head like nothing was happening, and my determination to win over his heart didn't mean fuck all to him. I felt it striking withering blows to my cervix at that point, and a substantial number of fiery inches remained outdoors. I could not, for the life of me, adjoin his ball sack to my filled gape. I leaned back like I love to do and could not sit down on it all the way. It forced me to remain aloft, quite literally. This man was fucking huge — a cock to contend with a giant's. Enough said. XVII The challenging amount of size was negligible after some minutes of nurtured friction, slower plummets, and repeated grindings. This job was not without its complications. It's not kids' stuff; it's strenuous and taxing — this was not easy work, and Pussy and I were having our work cut out for us. There were pings of discomfort and pleasure, but eventually, I was landing on it in enough of a meticulous rhythm to begin to feel an orgasm in the making of such immense depth and explosive magnitude as I had never felt. Its surface texture just felt so damn fine inside; words cannot tell. My membrane encompassed every pulsing vein and intricacy. Its foreign heat melded with my familiar — it accommodated the ache on the spot where I kept liking it to hit. I was getting comfortable, slicker from the continual reams in and out of my hole. It was getting a lot easier to endure, very rapidly. The explosion, and my trip to it, would not be canceled. His cock was hitting the home plate, and then some. If any pain persisted as it broke through the gates during the relentless siege into my pink, I was ignoring it. It was too good to stop. I had no jurisdiction over myself at this point; it had all switched over to mental. Nothing else was relevant. God, can I get into it. I was getting ready to come all over Daddy's cock, and I was telling him so. He did not need to be apprised by me; he saw me getting close. He no longer just lay dormant but reciprocated with affection, put his hands all over me, and gave me the time of night. The feeling of his acknowledgment, on its own, was enough to send me over the edge, then and there. I tried to hold out for as long as I could. Why? I do not know. Perhaps it was my pride. Maybe I didn't want him seeing how easy I was; or how much I was fancying him. I didn't trust myself enough to let go. It would not matter; he would force the orgasm out of me eventually, by my will or not. Things were getting more vocal on my part; nothing said was being moderated. I have something of a terrible fucking lip, nihilistic as I tend to be. He began to pound into my body as I met with his — a synchronized love dance that has been going on between Man and his woman for quite some ti Fucking my sister husband and my lil brother in law Fucking my sister husband and my lil brother in law · Incest And Taboo · Ok this happen on Sunday So I went to pick up my sons tax papers at my sista Cindy house and she said her husband Ivan would be there and can give it to me ( Oh how he gave it to me) so I got to her house onock on door and he answer from upstairs window come in will be down in a minute I'm in shower I said OK and let myself in and locked the door and got undressed and went upstairs and walked in bathroom and to see him with a hard on and I told him please let me help u with that he said we shouldn't be doing this and I said I won't say nothing if you don't at 1st he was hesitant but after my lips went around his cock and deep throated it and took his load down my throat he was happy but I wasn't done got him hard again we went downstairs and he got papers and I said I'm not leaving until he puts his cum deep in my pussy he said his Wife would be calling in a few that he wanted to fuck me but she was gonna call I said I will be quiet (but of course I can't I moan loud )so he said fine and fuck me deep and yes my sister called a minute in and he talking to her telling her he gave me the papers a few minutes ago and she left and he wad fucking me on his couch deep and I let a moan out and she said what was that he said must be the dogs let me check and he got away that time with it and he fucked me deep for 5 minutes and then he whisper in my ear and said I'm gonna cum and he told his wife Hold on got to drink something and he pump it deep in me and moan himself and I mean louder and his wife my sister Cindy said what was that moaning he said Bot to be sick but I need to pee and It felt too good and she said I heard a girl moan he said dam that's messed up You calling me moaning sounding like female lol she brush it off and we still hook up after my sister goes to work I'm another town daily..... so when I left his house I had to go visit my brother in law Freddy my husband brother he told me he needed to talk to me so I said I would go to his house and see what's up was in a short skirt with no panties no bra nipples rock hard and dripping cut knock on his door and see him only in towel and he said u know why I called u here need to fuck and put my babies deep in you he pit me in his kitchen table and fuck me rough choking me spanking me and cum deep in me I want u everyday at 6am I said of course and that's how my morning was Sunday lovely rita lovely rita · Romance · Lovely Rita Chapter two Rita awoke from a very pleasant dream about one of her imaginary lovers. It reinforced her longing for real love and gave her an empty feeling in her heart. She decided she would go and check out the town in the afternoon‚ but first she wanted to take a walk on the beach and use her new surroundings to the fullest extent she could. She got up and put on her favorite silken panties and bra. She slipped a nice cool sundress over the top of them and then grabbed her sandals. The temperature had already climbed over 80 degrees and the air was quite humid. She grabbed some fruit from the fridge and headed out the back door to the beach. She watched the waves crash into the shoreline and listened to the sounds of the water. There were several birds chirping and a few flying over head. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and the sun beat down on her body. She took her sandals off and waded through the waves. Marveling at the water as it took the sand out from under feet. The water was a little bit cold but it felt very refreshing. Suddenly‚ a Frisbee came flying over the sand dune that bordered one side of the secluded beach. A very large yellow lab followed it. The Frisbee landed at her feet and she picked it up. The dog stopped when she picked it up and began jumping around playfully. Egging her on to throw it to him. She playfully held it out tempting the playful mutt to come and get it. He would inch closer to her and then scurry away. She continued to taunt the dog‚ laughing as he jumped around and rolled on the ground. Waiting impatiently for her to throw his toy. Just as she was getting ready to through it a man walked over the top of the dune. He was tall and looked very physically fit. His lean muscular body was deeply tanned and his light brown hair had streaks of blonde in it from the sun bleaching it. Her heart jumped as the man approached her. She didn't know what to say. He introduced himself as Dave and walked up to take her hand. As he did he pulled it up to his lips and kissed it gently. 'What a gentleman' she thought to herself. 'A very handsome one too' her mind continued‚ 'He will be added to my list of imaginary lovers.' He introduced his pet as Gabby and took the Frisbee form her hand. He sent it sailing down the beach landing in the water at the far end of it. The dog excitedly took off to retrieve it. He asked her name and what she was doing here. He said that he had thought this house was going to be empty for the rest of the month. Rita introduced herself and explained how her boss had given her this vacation at the last minute. He told her that him and the lab lived in the house over the hill. Rita's heart was pounding as she talked with the man. She felt the ache deep inside of herself. The one that she had been trying to satisfy with her toy last night in the Jacuzzi. She felt her panties getting wet as talked and watched him play with his dog. Her vagina twinged every time there eyes made contact. She longed to be held by him. She offered him a drink and they went into her borrowed quarters. The dog stayed out side playing with its Frisbee and chasing the gulls on the beach as they landed. Rita told him to sit down and make himself comfortable. She went to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of white wine. She returned to the living room and handed the glass to him. She felt a shiver as his hand touched hers and goose bumps popped out all over her body. Her new friend went on about how this was the best house on the beach. And the owners were very nice people. He watched as the bumps slowly disappeared from her flesh. Her mind was racing trying to stay calm even though she was being worked up into a frenzy just by the sound of his voice and the way the words flowed from his lips. As they continued to talk‚ he scooted closer to her on the large sofa. He reached out and gently rubbed her arm. Her heart was about to leap out of her chest and she began to breathe heavily. He continued to talk and said that he lived alone. Her mind began to wander when he mentioned being alone. She wanted desperately to resolve that for him. He slid his hand down to hers and grasped it firmly. He gently pulled her closer to himself. Rita wasn't sure what was going on. Her head was drunk with passion. She thought 'I must be imagining this'. As she came towards him‚ he leaned over and lightly kissed her on the lips. Rita was startled at first but couldn't fight what she was feeling. She kissed him back and felt herself melt. Dave reached around and put his hands on her back. He pulled her closer to himself and squeezed her body. Rita began to feel light headed and almost passed out as his lips slid across her cheek. She reached out for him and gave a long‚ sensuous hug back to him. She moaned as his breath passed over her ear. Her heart was pounding‚ forcing her to submit to this stranger. Wanting to feel what she had been deprived of for so long. He kissed her neck as he ran his hands up and down her back. Caressing her flesh with his powerful hands. She could feel the strength in his arms‚ but his touch was so gentle. She imagined a Greek god holding a very fine‚ fragile piece of pottery. Yes‚ this is how she felt. He was her god‚ tanned and sculpted from the most beautiful metal in the world. She ran her hands up and down his back‚ feeling his muscle ripple as he caressed her. He kissed and licked his way to her other ear. His hands drifting farther down her back. Running over the top of her buttocks. She moaned louder. Dave began to tell her what a beautiful woman she was. About how soft her skin was. He told her that the fragrance of it was intoxicating to him. The said he wanted her. He told her that he wanted explore every inch of her body. To kiss her all over and then do it over time and time again. Her breathing turned into more of a pant as he slid his hand around to her front. Cradling her breast. Gently squeezing it‚ and massaging it. He told her had to have her‚ to taste the sweet nectar between her legs. He undid a couple buttons on the front of her dress. He reached in and massaged her breast through the silky material. Telling her that he could hardly tell where the material stopped and her ample bosom began because her skin was so soft and smooth. He reached under her bra. Circling her swollen nipples with his long fingers. She moaned again. Louder and more passionately. Dave took it as a sign to continue. He kissed down the front of her neck‚ down to her cleavage. He undid more of her buttons and kissed her brazier. Leaving tiny wet spots on the delicate fabric. He reached up and slid the garment over her shoulders. She let it fall behind her. He tugged at her bra to reveal one of her protruding nipples. He licked around the areola and then sucked her nipple into his mouth. He nibbled at it gently. Feeling her breathing become more sporadic‚ he reached his hands behind her and undid clasp on her brazier. He heavy breasts fell a little as they were released. Dave grabbed both of them and massaged them. Kissing each on in turn. Licking her erect nipples‚ biting gently to tease them into getting harder if they possibly could. Dave pushed her back gently. Laying her down on the plush sofa. He moved back up to her neck and then kissed her. More passionately than before. His tongue began to search for hers. Meeting it where their lips joined melted together. They circled each other's tongues playfully. Dave continued to massage her breasts. He moved his hands up and down he sides. Threatening to pass the barrier that the waistband of her panties made. Suddenly he stood up. Rita gasped when she saw the huge bulge in his shorts. He took her by the hands and helped her up off of the sofa. Her dress fell to the floor along with her bra. He leaned in and kissed her ear again. He asked her to lead him to the bedroom. She turned and headed up the stairs. Holding his hand leading him as if he was her pet. He watched he walk‚ admiring the way her hips swung and moved playfully under her silk panties. The reached the top of the stairs and Dave spun her around. He kissed her flush on the lips and Rita almost collapsed as her knees began to shake. Never before had she felt so much passion. Never had she been completely taken control of by the simple touch of a man. The fire inside her began to flare up. She reached around and ran her hands down his back. Lightly digging her fingernails into his flesh. Her hands slid past his belt. Feeling his firm buttocks. Pulling him closer to her. Dave could see the bed and began to guide Rita towards it. She stumbled and they both fell onto the huge bed. Dave was above her‚ kissing her neck and lobes. Rubbing his body on hers. Rita pushed him up and grabbed his belt buckle. She hurriedly undid it. She kissed his swollen member through the cotton material. Making it throb with anticipation. She undid his shorts and let them fall to the floor. He didn't have any underwear on and his cock hung before her face. It stuck straight out as if it were pointing at her. She grabbed it and began to rub it slowly. A droplet of clear pre-cum leaked out of its slit. She squeezed and the drop grew. It was about ready to drip off when she stuck out her tongue and licked it up. She moaned deeply. She had forgotten how wonderful it tasted. Dave groaned from deep within his chest as she licked the head of his cock. She pointed his shaft towards the sky and licked up and down the length of it. When her tongue reached the tip of it‚ she slowly took it between her lips. She kissed it softly. Then let it slide in. As it reached the back of her throat she almost gagged. 'God‚ I am out of practice' she thought. She slid her head back and then grasped his prick by the base of his manhood. She slid her hand up to the tip and then back down. Following it with her mouth as she smeared her saliva over his cock. She moaned deeply to give him an even greater sense of pleasure. His cock throbbed hard as she moaned louder. The vibration form her mouth could be felt all the way back to his ass. His body tensed‚ forcing a deep groan out of his throat. His obvious approval made Rita moan harder‚ as she sucked his cock deep into her mouth. She ran her hands up and down his chest. Paying extra attention to his erect nipples. Dave reached down and began to stroke his throbbing penis in rhythm with Rita's head as she slid her loving lips up and down his engorged shaft. She let it slide completely out and began to lick the swollen head as he stood there. Jacking off in front of her. The sight of his beautiful body standing in front of her giving himself pleasure made her pussy begin to leak. She reached down and rubbed her vagina through her silk panties. There was a huge wet spot. It felt as if her juices would start dripping through her panties any minute now. She leaned over and licked the length of his prick again. He held it up so that she could caress the underside of it all the way to his balls. She took one testicle into her mouth and swirled it around with her tongue. He slid his hand down his member then back to the top again. As it slid up she followed it with her tongue. Stopping just below the head and kissing it hard. She sucked on the large vein running along the bottom of his cock into her mouth and ran her head back and forth. Another drop of clear liquid leaked out the tip and dripped onto her cheek. She wiped it off with her finger and sucked it into her mouth. Dave squeezed his cock at the base and then worked his hand towards the tip. He milked another drop to the tip for his new lover. She gladly accepted it with her tongue. He managed to get a couple more drops for her before she took his shat deep into her mouth and began to hum again. The vibrations made his nuts squeeze tight. They almost disappeared as she continued to suck as hard as she could. She knew that any second he was going to reward her with a hot steamy load of cum. She sucked harder and hummed louder. Dave began to thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Squeezing the bottom of his cock to hold off his impending orgasm as long as possible. Finally he couldn't take any more. He let go of his prick and grabbed her by the back of the head. He pushed his cock deep into her mouth. Rita felt the hot sticky fluid flood into her mouth. She wallowed hard and fast‚ trying to catch it all‚ but she couldn't. It began to leak out around his cock from the corners of her mouth. She had forgotten how wonderful it felt to suck a man off. To know that she is giving him one of the most precious gifts she could. Dave's head was thrown back and he yelled to the heavens. Letting them and Rita know how wonderful he felt. He was totally consumed by the orgasm. His body clenched tightly. He felt his penis try to squirt more of its love juice out but he had been drained. He told Rita that he had just received the best blowjob he had ever had. He said she was the best hands down. He pushed her back onto the bed gently and began to kiss her heavy breasts. He ran his hands up and down her body‚ stopping and massaging one breast at a time. He slid his hands down to her waist and began to slide her panties off. He inched them down very slowly. Waiting for his mouth and wondering tongue to catch up with them. As he crossed her belly button with his lips‚ she began to moan. Knowing that a wide array of wonderful sensations awaited her. He kissed down to her mound of pubic hair. Half of it was peeking out over her waistband. He kissed further‚ his lips passing his hands in a heated race of lust. He kissed her firmly on her love button through the silken membrane that hid her woman hood. Rita gasped in a breath as the wave of pleasure raced through her body. Flooding her mind. Dave pulled her panties down over her hips and kissed his way to her feet. Following her panties until they fell to the floor. He then began his journey back to her erogenous zone. Caressing her thighs. Brushing passed her now exposed pussy. He could see beads of her juice forming on her lips. He wanted to hurry and suck in her love potion but he paced him self. Increasing their lust as the anticipation heightened. Finally his traveling mouth and tongue reached their final destination. He paused for a minute looking at her beautiful vagina then up into her eyes. She met his gaze and sparks seemed to zap both of them and they moaned in unison. He smiled at her with a devilishly playful smile and then lowered his head slowly towards her crotch. He slowly licked the droplets from her quivering lips. Inhaling the sweet nectar that her body produced. Her juices were sweet with the innocence that her pussy had endured the past few years. Not having a man touch it for so long. He reached up and caressed her breasts with one hand while his other gently spread her hot wet lips. She reached her first orgasm as he gently kissed her love button. Sucking in her hooded clit and twitching at it with his tongue. She moaned and her hips bucked spontaneously. She too cried towards the sky‚ thanking the angles for finally releasing her from the lustful prison her body had been in and wanting to escape from for so long. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled it closer to her convulsing love hole. He buried his tongue deep inside her. Trying to get every drop of fluid that gushed out of her. He moaned trying to give her the same sensation he had felt as she hummed while pleasuring him. Her vaginal walls contracted around his tongue. Trying to squeeze it and suck it deeper inside of her quivering tunnel. As her body rolled down from the peak of her orgasm‚ she released his head form her tight grip. She ran her fingers through his hair‚ encouraging him not to stop yet. He lightly licked her inflamed pussy‚ watching her shake as he passed over the overly sensitive labia and clit. She moaned with satisfaction‚ but they both knew that they were not done. Their passion built as he continued to explore her most private regions. Dave's cock throbbed once again between his legs. Anticipating yet another sexual experience from their new lover. He kissed her clit lightly again and slid a finger into her dripping pussy. He curled it up to find her pleasure button. The one that was hidden inside her vaginal treasure chest. She clenched her fists and pulled his hair a little as he passed it the first time. It had been so long since a strange hand had explored her depths. The thrill of not knowing where he would touch next fully aroused her. She began to pant again. Feeling yet another release cumming from her aching pussy. Dave sensed her pending orgasm and rubbed her g-spot a little harder. He sucked her clit into his lips and began to thrash it with his powerful tongue. Rita's hips began to buck wildly again. He could barely keep his mouth on her little nub. He slipped another finger past her cum drenched lips. Thrusting them into her. Meeting her every move with a commanding knowledgeable move. Once again he licked up her sweet nectar. Trying to ignore the pleading from his loins to be buried deep inside her. As her squirming slowed‚ He began to kiss his way up her body. Pausing to give each breast a loving kiss before venturing on. He kissed her neck and ears again. Listening to her deep breaths‚ her blissful moans. His hard throbbing cock lined up perfectly with her pussy. It was as if they were made for each other. He moved his hips up and down rubbing its swollen head over her lips. Suddenly as if on cue‚ he pushed it in past her labia just as she forced her hips up towards him. His dick buried deep inside her pussy. His balls bounced off of her ass. "Oh god‚" they both said‚ once again in unison. Dave pulled out and then pushed in again. Slowly this time‚ his cock feeling every inch of her woman hood and her vaginal walls being caressed by every inch of his being. He kissed her deeply‚ his tongue exploring the inner regions of her mouth where his being had just enjoyed an intense orgasm. He continued to move in and out slowly grinding his pelvic bone against her clit. He would rotate his hips a couple of times before withdrawing his fleshy sword and then doing it again. He kissed her neck‚ whispering praises in her ear. Telling her how beautiful and exciting she was. Rita's tunnel began to close tightly around his member. Pulling at it as he tried to back out. But the free flowing juice for her pussy kept it to well lubricated to stop its retreat. She was moaning loudly again as if she was applauding his performance. She imagined him as a conductor. Leading her orchestra in a lustful symphony of sex. Her body climbed to the crescendo of pleasure once again. She began to thrust her hips up to meet his onslaught of love. The tempo increased as he began to feel his body tingle with the passion as he felt his testicles once again being sucked up into his hard belly. He began to pound his meat into her pussy. Getting faster and faster as they both approached the last note of their beautiful duet. They could hear there bodies slapping together as if they were each a cymbal‚ being slammed together to highlight the end of there concerto. Dave's cock began to paint the inside of Rita's pussy with cum. His body trying to expel every ounce of fluid left in his aching loins. Rita's pussy pulsated as his cock swelled even bigger in the heat of passion. Her love muscles clenched tightly around his thick cock. Their love juices squirted out of her sopping hole as he made his last few thrusts into her. His body tensed and he buried himself deep inside her. He stayed buried in her whole feeling her squirm below him. Swirling her hips around to get every last sensation of orgasm she could possible stand. Dave collapsed on top of her. His hard throbbing cock still buried deep inside her tunnel of love. Her pussy quivered. Almost convulsing as she once again ascended from the heights of intense passion he had led her to. Dave laid on top of her feeling his cock grow soft inside her. He kissed her again on the mouth and let their tongues roll around each other's. Never before had Dave experienced such passion with a woman. He looked deeply into her eyes and sighed. "I love you." Rita's heart pounded as she heard the words. "I think I love you too‚" she said softly. The kissed again deeply and passionately as Dave's exhausted‚ limp cock slid from the recesses of her love hole. Dave rolled off of her and he put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. Not wanting to let her go. She melted into his embrace. Never wanting it to end. They kissed softly a few more times before drifting of to a blissful slumber‚ where they ran through each other's dreams...... The end of chapter two. My Baby Sister's BFF My Baby Sister's BFF · First Time · Introduction: She said “If I was your girlfriend, I would suck your cock whenever you wanted” right before my cock was in her pretty little mouth, with her glossy lips stretched around it. _____________________ On my last summer break before joining the real world, between my Junior and Senior year in college, I decided to go home. I would be graduating next year and I felt I had not spent much time at home since I left a few years prior. I wasn't exactly on the 4 years and out plan. I would always visit for the holidays, but every summer I would find a job and stay in the same town I was attending college. However, this summer I wanted to spend time with my family, especially my little sister. There's quite a bit of an age gap between us. I was now 24 and a few weeks prior to my arrival, she officially became a teenager with a year left before starting high school. I arrived home on a Friday night and hung out at home most of Saturday. On Sunday Jenny and I had already made plans to go hang out at the local amusement center for some miniature golf, go-carts and just get a chance to hang out and get reacquainted. She had invited her best friend from forever, Abby. They were inseparable from the first time they met each other. Over time, we had learned that Abby never knew her father and her mother had a revolving door of boyfriends. I suppose our home gave her some sort of stability. When I first got home I had noticed that Jenny was certainly not a little girl any longer. I couldn't help but notice that she was filling out quite nicely. She was now 5' 3” and her breast were between an A and B cup with hips that were starting to flare out nicely with a thin waist. She had always had nice full lips that looked even nicer now that she was allowed to use a minimum amount of make-up. I was surprised that my dick actually twitched when I saw her glossy full lips. They looked so fucking sexy. Sunday morning we jumped into my Ranger truck and swung by to pick up Abby. My sister was wearing cute shorts and a tight tank top that nicely showed off her growing tits and part of her tight smooth tummy with her belly button on display. Whenever I meet the person that invented crop tops, I will kiss their ass. I love the way girls look in them. They get an extra 10 points in the sexiness factor, so long as her tummy is taut. Crop tops, like leggings, are a privilege and not a right. I had to constantly remind myself that she was my baby-sister when I caught myself ogling her. When Abby came running up to my truck, I was shocked. She too was wearing shorts, only they were tighter and shorter than my sister's. Her tight little ass looked great! She had filled out more than Jenny. Her tits were a nice full B cup that were covered also by a tank top with no bra that covered only half her tight tummy. Her hard little nipples were on full display. Even as a little girl I always thought she was a cutie, but now she was looking even nicer with full dick-sucking lips. My sister scooted over and Abby jumped in. She said hello as she entered and we were on our way. She was very talkative asking me how was college and was I enjoying myself. She asked if I had a girlfriend and when I told her not any longer she flirtatiously told me she could be my girlfriend if I wanted. My sister immediately blurted out “You are such a slut. You don't have to flirt with every guy you meet.” They both busted out laughing and we soon arrived at the amusement center. Strange how she and I barely spoke when she was younger, but now she couldn't stop talking. I actually had fun hanging out with two teenage girls. That they were hot looking was a bonus. My dick seemed to be enjoying the eye candy along with most of the guys at the amusement center with their tits and legs on display. It was obvious they were good for each other. My sister was the calm sane one and Abby was the wild crazy one that needed to be brought back down to Earth ever so often. Throughout the day, Abby continued her flirtatious comments, telling me how good looking I was and that if I asked her out she would agree to go out with me in a heart-beat. I played along, telling her how cute she was and that I was surprised she did not have a boyfriend with such a cute little ass. This would prove to me mistake number 1. We finally called it a day and jumped back into the truck, with her jumping in before Jenny and sitting next to me. I was a bit excited and hoping she wouldn't notice that I actually had a partial erection. I knew nothing would happen between us, but I suppose all her attention had gotten to me and my ego. Plus, her hard little nipples did not help. I looked over to Jenny and she just rolled her eyes. She was used to Abby's daring behavior by this point. When we arrived at Abby's, Jenny got off to let her out. Abby turned and kissed me on the cheek before leaving, saying thank you for a great time as she winked at me. As we drove home my sister warned me, telling me “You know, she really likes you. She told me she thought you were cute and she wouldn't mind being your girlfriend when we went to the restroom.” I told her that I assumed she flirted with all the guys she met and I was simply her victim for today. She was cute but she was also way too young for me. Either way, Jenny told me to be careful. I had gotten home at the end of May and Jenny and Abby still had a couple of weeks to go before their summer started. I sat around the following day and the very next day I was out looking for a job. It was boring sitting around with no one to talk to. Jenny was at school and mom and dad were at work all day. By the end of Tuesday I had rejoined the workforce securing a job at a grocery store. An old high school buddy worked there and he vouched for me with the store manager. I was hired on the spot and asked to report the next morning at 7am. It was part-time, but a great way to get some extra cash and kill time during the week. Come Saturday, Jenny had asked if I could drive them to the mall. She and Abby would be meeting up with some friends. I told her it was not a problem as my shift did not start until 5 pm. We swung by Abby's and headed to the mall. It worked out fine for me as I had to pick up some jeans and a new pair of sneakers. They went their way and I went my way, with plans to meet at the food court around 3 pm. I went off and like a typical guy, I was done with my shopping within an hour. I arrived at the food court half an hour early and waited for the girls so we could eat before heading home. When they arrived, Abby was excited to see me and came up to hug and kiss me on the cheek, asking me “Did you miss me?” as she sat on my lap. I looked over and Jenny simply rolled her eyes. We went over and grabbed lunch before sitting down, with Abby sitting right next to me. I was certainly enjoying the special attention she was giving me, regardless of her age. While we were sitting, I suddenly felt Abby caressing my thigh under the table and remembered being warned to be careful with her. I turned my head to look at her and she simply kept eating and did not bother turning to look at me. I quietly reached down and removed her hand. I was not trying to get myself in trouble. When we returned to the truck, once again it was Abby sitting next to me. On the way home her hand casually fell on my thigh and I decided not do anything. I wanted to see how far this little girl was willing to go. It went further up than what I expected. Her hand was making its way to my crotch when I finally decided to quietly move her hand away without my sister noticing. We got to her place and both girls got off. Jenny had made plans to spend the night and asked if I could pick her up the following day. I was not scheduled to work on Sunday and told her I would. We hugged and kissed before I left. Of course, Abby also hugged and kissed me on my earlobe, whispering into my ear “I'll see you tomorrow, lover boy.” with a big smile on her beautiful face before they both made their way up the stairs to Abby's apartment. That little girl gave me a chubby. I raced home, jacked off, showered and left for work where I ended up working an 8 hours shift due to some people calling out sick. I got home late and went straight to bed. As much as I wanted to ignore what was happening with Abby and just brush it off as a joke, it had me wondering. Was she simply flirting because that was her nature or was she trying to getting something started. She was definitely trouble. She was a sexy little girl with a pair of great looking tits and a tight little ass that filled out her shorts very well. Her legs looked great on her and she had a cute face with nice lips and hazel eyes. She was probably about 5'2” with long brown hair down to her ass and weighed maybe 110 lbs. She was a nice little package. As I laid in bed, thoughts of her kept me from falling asleep. I started wondering what she looked like naked with my cock in her mouth between her luscious lips. My cock was hard and my boxer were down by my ankles as I started stroking it thinking about Abby. I imagined her naked on her knees as I fucked her sweet little mouth hard. I was grabbing her hair and pulling her to me as I thrusted forward, with my cock going deep into her mouth, over and over. I hadn't cum in a long time as much as I did that night. This little girl was going to be my demise. The following weekend my parents and sister had plans to spend the night out of town. My mom's younger sister had given birth to her fifth baby and my mom and Jenny were dying to go see the baby, as if they hadn't seen the first four. My dad went along because my mom told him he was going. I had to work on Sunday and was saved from the three hour trip. My plans were to mow the lawn on Saturday, take a nap, shower and go hang out with some friends from high school. There was gonna be all sorts of people from our class and I was excited to catch up with some of them. I finished the backyard first. As I was working on the front lawn, I saw Abby stepping out of a car before it quickly drove off. She was looking fucking hot! She had a very short skirt that I'm sure would show her panties if she bent over and a tight top that was showing off her perky teenage tits and her hard little nipples. I was shirtless, only wearing shorts and my sneakers. As sweaty as I was, she came up and gave me a peck straight on my mouth saying “Hi lover boy. Where's Jenny?” She knew damn well that Jenny was gone for the weekend. I played along and told her she was gone for the weekend, asking her if Jenny had not told her. She suddenly “remembered” and asked if I could give her a ride home. I told her she would need to wait until I was finished. She kept me company as I finished the yard, following me around and asking if I liked how she looked, telling me she had dressed up extra nice for me. I told her she looked very pretty in her outfit and if she was older I would probably ask her out. Something I never should've said. This was mistake number 2. I am sure it gave her more confidence in what she was about to do. I finished the yard and we went inside. I fixed us some sandwiches and we had lunch, with her relentless flirtatious comments on what a good girlfriend she would be for me. Thoughtlessly, I asked what she would do to be such a good girlfriend. This was now mistake number 3, of course in baseball this is it. When she started talking about oral sex, I cut her off and told her I would be taking her home after my shower. This would be the nail in the coffin. After exiting the shower, I walked to my room to find her sitting on my bed. All kinds of scenarios came to my head, which caused a very noticeable tent in the towel wrapped around my waist. I asked what she was doing in my room and, unconvincingly, told her to leave. She looked at my crotch and asked if I really wanted her to leave. I was not thinking straight as she approached me. Fuck she looked so sexy with her glossy lips, the same ones I had fantasized about. “You know, if you were my boyfriend, I would take real good care of you.” she said as her little hand slowly reached into my towel as she grabbed my stiff cock. Her words and actions were hypnotizing and I was losing control. She started stroking me nice and slow, telling me in a very seductive voice “If I was your girlfriend, I would always dress nice and sexy for you.” I just looked at her, enjoying her little hand stroking my cock under my towel. Her hand was not able to completely wrap around my cock and that made it hotter. She fell to her knees and with both her hands she undid my towel and let it drop on the floor. She looked up at with me with her innocent looking eyes as she grabbed my cock. She pointed it down as she started nearing her open mouth. She said “If I was your girlfriend, I would suck your cock whenever you wanted” right before my cock was in her pretty little mouth, with her glossy lips stretched around it. My masturbatory fantasy was now a reality. What she lacked in experience, she made up for with enthusiasm. She was sucking hard on my dick as she bobbed her head. A few times she tried going further down which only caused her to gag and start coughing. I'm sure with time she would get the hang of it. I could not move and made no attempt to stop her. I was astonished that she had gone this far and completely shocked how everything had played out to this point. The sight of my thick cock in this little girl's mouth while kneeling there in front of me had my nuts tightening up. I was not going to last long. I sat down at the edge of the bed, with her following me on her knees, never allowing my dick to escape her mouth. I sat down to enjoy the pleasure her mouth was providing, knowing I would be cumming very soon. I tried warning her but she refused to let go. I suddenly felt my nuts explode and she started choking when I blasted in her mouth. However, she was a trooper and took my cock back into her mouth, swallowing as much cum as possible. She continued by licking up the cum on my shaft and balls. She was like a ravenous little puppy. When done, she got up, wiped her mouth with my towel and walked out of my room, telling me she would be waiting for me in the living room. I stood there for a minute or two, wondering what had just happened. My sister's BFF had just given me head and swallowed most of my cum. How could I be blamed? She was the aggressor and I was the victim. Wasn't I? However, I chose to let her continue and never tried stopping her. I was enjoying watching my fantasy play out with her little hands on my cock. I was enjoying it too much watching her glossy lips wrapped around my shaft as she willingly took my cock into her little mouth. Finally, I snapped out of my confused state and got dressed. I walked to the living room to find Abby sitting there quietly waiting for me. Her legs were slightly separated, offering me a nice view of her little white panties. I asked if she was ready to go and she said she was. For some reason, I felt compelled to go to her side and open the door for her. She jumped in and turned to me saying “Thank you lover boy.” I shook my head and walked around to get in myself. “You taste yummy.” she said as I started my truck. I immediately turned it off and told her we needed to talk. I told her that what happened could not happen again. She was my sister's friend and she was way too young for me. “I don't remember you stopping me when I had your cock in my mouth” she answered as she reached out to grab my cock. Of course, it felt nice and I did not move her hand away. “We can be secret lovers. No one would ever know and I'll never tell anyone, not even Jenny” she said as she squeezed my cock that was now stiff as a brick. I did not agree to it, but I also did not give her a firm no. Her proposal was very tempting. The thought of having someone to give me head on demand was very tempting. She had done a good job and I can only imagine her getting better over time. I turned on the truck and drove her home in silence with her offer playing over and over in my head. On the way over, she had slowly started making her way closer and closer to me. When we arrived at her place she was sitting next to me. I turned to her to tell her we could not be together when I felt her lips on mine. For a girl her age, she was very bold and daring. Her lips felt soft and I simply kissed her back. Her little tongue felt so nice dueling with my tongue when I pushed it into her mouth, with her hand grabbing my dick the whole time. Somehow I managed to come to my senses and told her we had to stop. She gave me a quick peck and left my truck. I drove home and stayed in my truck in the driveway for several minutes wondering what the fuck was I going to do with her. Was I in trouble if I didn't go along with her offer? Was she going to tell Jenny or worse, her mom? Would she tell my parents and I would end up getting kicked out of the house? Eventually, I went in and took a nap, another shower and left to the get-together that soon turned into a party. The party was a blast! It was great catching up with old friends, especially some of the girls. It was funny how a lot of the roles had reversed. The hot girls from the in-crowd already had a kid or two, gained weight and not looking so hot, while the quiet nerds were looking hot. The thing was, I couldn't get out of my head what had happened with Abby earlier in the day. As much as I tried talking to some of the girls and trying to hook up, I felt like I was cheating on her. What the fuck! I stayed at the party until about 2 am before I headed home, alone. I was feeling tired and decided to watch some porn and shoot one off before going to sleep. I chose Teen Girls as my genre and ended up ***********ing POV porn where a very young looking girl was giving me head. It was perfect for what I had in mind. I started off with the porn, but ended up closing my eyes picturing Abby kneeling in front of me while taking my hard cock in her mouth, wrapping her glossy sexy lips around my cock. I started stroking harder and faster and came within minutes. I cleaned up the mess, closed my eyes and started thinking on how much trouble I was already in. I would definitely not be able to resist her if we ever found ourselves alone. Jenny and my parents were back Sunday night. My parents were tired so they went to their bedroom to shower and got to bed early. Jenny stayed up watching TV with me while texting on her phone. She asked if anything special happened while she was gone. Oh shit, did Jenny already spill the beans? I casually answered no, other than her annoying little friend coming by to harass me. She started laughing, telling me that she could be annoying at times. I told her I fed her and then took her home. I was still not sure what Abby had really told her, but I was not about to admit anything. She told me that Abby definitely had the hots for me and asked if I thought she was pretty. I decided to go with the truth. Yes, I said, she is very pretty and has a nice tight body. I told her that if she was a classmate, I would definitely be interested, then quickly changed the channel and the subject. During the following week, I worked on both Monday and Tuesday and had Wednesday off. I asked Jenny if she was up for anything. She said she and Abby had been wanting to see a teen chick flick about werewolves and vampires that had recently come out and was wondering it I would be willing to go. My goal that summer was to spend more time with her and so I agreed. The movie was for 3 pm. Around 2 pm, we jumped into my truck and swung by Abby's before heading to the movies. Same as last time, Abby was wearing a short skirt and a tight shirt that she tied below her tits, showing off her sexy tummy. Fuck she looked good! We bought our tickets, grabbed some popcorn and walked into the cinema. Yes, you guessed it, I had a girl on either side. The lights went out and the previews started. Also, Abby's hand came to rest on my thighs and started caressing. I knew my attempts to stop her were futile, I simply needed to let her go until she was done with her teasing. Her strokes on my on my thigh were going higher and higher and my cock was getting uncomfortably hard. I slowly turned to see if Jenny was looking our way and luckily she was not. She was focused on the screen. Abby leaned over and whispered in my ear “I love your cock” as she started stroking it over the jeans. I tried placing the popcorn tub over my crotch to help hide her hand. Even then, if Jenny would've looked down, I am sure she would've seen everything. Abby had me so worked up and I was struggling, trying to keep my breathing under control and trying not to cum in my pants with my sister sitting there next to me. After a while, I could not stand it any longer and I casually moved her hand away. I looked over to give her a stern look, but she was looking up at the screen as if everything was fine. I turned my head back to the screen trying to figure out the plot when she grabbed my hand and placed it on her deliciously smooth thigh. Oh fuck, she felt so nice. She grabbed my hand and slowly started dragging it up and down her thigh. My cock was getting hard, again. It felt like she was dragging my hand higher and higher on her thigh until I felt it. My pinkie finger was directly on her slit. My finger was touching her little pussy and I could feel her sparse hairs. She was not wearing any panties! She was becoming a young lady and it turned me on knowing I was probably the first man touch her virgin pussy. How I didn't cum in my pants at that very moment I'll never know. She purposely came to the movies with the sole purpose of having me touch her cunt. What was she expecting to happen? This girl was wild and I had failed to heed my sister's warning. She started stroking herself, slow at first but eventually she had my finger pressed hard against her little pussy as she started pleasuring herself. She started off slow, but soon she was stroking her slit faster and faster with my finger. How she managed not to moan nor make any noises impressed me. Her pussy felt so wet and slippery as she started try to insert my finger into her. She was only able to go up to the first knuckle before I felt what I could only assume was her hymen. She went back to stroking her slit, spending a little extra time stimulating her clit. I doubt she knew what it was, I'm sure she did it because she had discovered that it felt good. I could feel her thighs starting to shake as she had an orgasm while using my finger on herself. The whole time she kept her head up at the screen until the moment she came. She turned her head to me and bit down on my shoulder to help keep her from screaming. That was so hot but it fucking hurt like hell. After that moment, we started a little game of grab ass. Whenever she was visiting Jenny, which was always, we would drive each other crazy grabbing each other inappropriately. She would walk by in front of me as her hand caressed my cock or I would come up from behind and grab her ass when no one was looking, which was easy when my sister was somewhere else in the house and my parents were at work. She had a nice fucking ass that felt nice and full in my hand. It drove me crazy when she would wear leggings, showing me exactly how nice her ass really was. On one occasion, all three of us were in the living room binge-watching one of their girly shows. By this time, Jenny was used to Abby and me openly flirting. I was sitting on the couch and Abby was sitting next to me leaning up against me, as if she was with her boyfriend. Jenny looked over and did not even bother rolling her eyes. She reached for a blanket for herself and threw one our way. Abby grabbed it and arranged it so it covered us below the waist. As I was hoping, her hand very quickly went for my dick. It was late and we were all in our pajamas. Jenny was in an old t-shirt of mine. Abby was in cotton shorts and a tight t-shirt that nicely showed off her nipples with no bra. I was wearing some loose basketball shorts with no underwear, hoping it would prove to be helpful. She slipped her hand under my waistband and grabbed my cock. This little vixen loved playing with my cock and I was enjoying every minute of it. She reached in and pulled it out while pushing down my shorts. She was stroking slowly, more so because it felt nice and not really to make me cum. She was holding it and stroking it as a little girl holds on to something that is hers. She was laying claim to my dick and I was okay with that. I had no idea what was going on with the show and I didn't care. My eyes were closed as Abby did her thing. Before long, I heard Jenny as she started lightly snoring and we both looked over at her. Her head was slumped back on the sofa while she snored. What Abby did next scared the shit out of me and excited me simultaneously. She pushed off the blanket that was hiding my hard dick. There I was, sitting on the sofa with my dick in her little her hands for anyone to see. She got on her knees, completely pulled my shorts off and took my cock into her deliciously warm wet mouth. She was on her knees sucking my cock with Jenny asleep three feet away from us. She could wake up at any minute and I would literally be caught with my shorts down. Abby started bobbing her head and her hands also started stroking me in rhythm with her mouth. The first time she gave me a blowjob in my bedroom, it felt good more because of the circumstance of being surprised, but this time she was really going at it. She managed to get more of my cock in her mouth than last time and she was sucking hard on my cock. I would later find out that she had done her homework on YouTube to find out how to give a good blowjob. She was proving to be a good student. She was doing everything right. She was sucking, stroking and caressing my balls. It felt so fucking nice. This was all being done by Abby, the sexy little girl I had known forever as my little sister's best friend. She was now on her knees looking up at me with her lips tightly wrapped around my cock. I was struggling, trying to keep from moaning to avoid waking up my sister. Abby could probably sense I was very close. She started bobbing her head even faster and started sucking harder. I did not hold back and could not warn Abby without waking up Jenny. I came hard into her mouth and she actually managed to swallow most of it. What she did next caught me off guard. She took off her shirt and cleaned up the mess. I was seeing her gorgeous tits for the first time. Wow! She gave me a coquettish smile before she ran off to Jenny's room only to come back wearing a different top. She went over to wake up Jenny and take her back to her room. A few nights later, Jenny and Abby were cuddling on the couch and this time I was alone on the other end. Again, we were watching some movie about a love triangle and I was starting to doze off when I felt the couch move. Abby was helping Jenny stand up as they turned off the TV and walked off to bed. I assumed I would be going to bed with blue balls that night when I saw Abby walking back to me. She straddled me and we start kissing right away. This gorgeous little girl felt perfect on my lap. She was so fucking horny and I could sense it. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took it off, telling me to grab her tits. She wanted me to grab and squeeze her tits hard and I was happy to accommodate her desires. She was getting more confident as time went on. She had started calling me babe, even around Jenny, and I loved it. “Do you like my tits, huh babe? Are my little titties as nice as the college girls you fuck?” This little girl was young and already good with her dirty talk. I told her that her titties were better than the girls at school because they were a perfect mouthful with dark little nipples that felt great in my mouth. I was so fucking turned on, sucking on her tits so hard as if I was trying to extract milk from them. There was no doubt she could feel my hard cock pushing up against her little cunt. We went back to kissing as she told me to push down my shorts. I did as she instructed while she pushed down her shorts. She was now completely naked sitting on my lap with her tits pushed up against me with my stiff cock trapped between us pointing north. The only thing I was still wearing was my t-shirt that I was sure was going to be removed pretty soon. She started pushing her now bald little pussy forward, up against my cock. She was was rocking back and forth as we kissed with her softly moaning every time her pussy made contact with my cock. How that hell did she learn that so quickly? All of a sudden, she reached down to grab my cock and pushed it down so that it was now under her pussy. She started once again rocking back and forth, grinding her little wet cunt directly on my cock. I looked down and her little pussy looked so tiny against my thick cock. Holy fuck! She was starting to get all worked up. By this time her head was next to mine with her mouth next to my ear. I could hear her breathing heavily and I knew she would be cumming as soon as I went in. She started telling me how wet her pussy was and how much she wanted me to fuck her.. “Oh fuck babe, I want you to fuck me right now with your big cock. I want you to be my first and make me yours. You need to go slow. I don't know if your big thick cock is gonna fit in my pussy?” I almost came just hearing her say that. She stood up on her knees and started lining up my cock to her slit. She started rubbing my cock back and forth on her slit, getting my cock nice and wet as she continued to moan non-stop. Then suddenly, just as my cock started going in and started spreading her pussy lips, a bright light came from the kitchen. We immediately froze and looked at each other and then to the kitchen. We saw my dad standing in front of the fridge looking for something to eat or drink. Abby jumped off from my lap, grabbed her clothes and ran off naked down the hall to Jenny's room. Any other time I would've busted out laughing but I was too busy reaching down for my shorts before quietly running off to my room. We cooled it down for a bit. That was a wake up call for both of us. We still flirted with each other, but the touching and the late night shenanigans were put on hold. I was talking to my mom one morning before heading off to work and she made a comment that reminded me to be careful. She pointed out the fact that most of my free time was spent with the girls, telling me that they were young ladies and I needed to watch myself around them, especially Abby. Mom did not want me spending so much time with them, explaining that Abby would start developing a crush on me. Too late, mom (I thought to myself, recalling Abby on her knees sucking my cock.) I assured her I would be careful, reminding her that the purpose of me coming home was to spend more time with Jenny. A couple of weeks after we were almost caught in the living room by my dad, my parents told us dad had to fly out to his company's corporate office for some sort of meeting and they had encouraged everyone to bring their spouses. The meeting was to run from Monday to Wednesday. My mom asked for the time off and she would be joining him. Right away Jenny and Abby started scheming and nicely asked my parents that if I agreed to chaperon could they have a party with only a few friends. Some negotiating went on back and forth as to what “a few” meant, what time would everyone be leaving, who could spend the night and all the other details that would make mom and dad feel comfortable. My parents actually went out to purchase an above-ground pool for the party. They left Saturday morning to have some time to themselves before the meeting started on Monday morning. The party was also scheduled for that same Saturday. Everyone started showing up around 1 pm. My parents had originally approved the party for no more than 5 people. I secretly told her to invite up to ten. Five girls and four boys showed up. It was interesting to see the girls dressed up in some revealing bikinis with the boys spening most of their time in the pool, staring at the girls. I'm sure they were hiding something that would have embarrassed them. The girls were actually looking really good. One of the girls actually seemed to have tits bigger than Abby, but she was also a bit on the heavy side. Abby had the sexiest bikini that nicely showed off her tits and allowed some of her ass to hang out, giving the boys plenty to appreciate. I actually surprised myself by constantly checking out Jenny. She too had a bikini that looked great on her. At times I noticed her hard little nipples and her ass was just as nice as Abby's. I hung out for a bit before I got the grill going. Thanks to my sunglasses I enjoyed checking out the young ladies as I grilled the burgers. They were soon hungry and everyone came to collect their food and grabbed a seat to have lunch. Everyone really seemed to be having a great time. I helped clean up and then made myself scarce I did not want to come across as the creepy older brother that was checking his little sister's friends. When the swimming was over, I heard them coming into the house to watch a movie. Nobody was ready to go home. A couple of the girls had already made plans to spend the night, but most would be leaving. After a while, it got quiet and I felt obligated to go see what was happening. Most in the group were playing spin-the-bottle, but there were two couples making out on the couch. I saw no harm in it and made my way back to my room. It was past 11 pm when the party finally ended. Jenny, Abby and the two other girls laid out blankets on the the sofas or on the living room floor and started dozing off watching TV. Abby was looking fucking hot in a pajama set with small tight shorts and with a tight tank top showing off her tits. I said goodnight to them and went to my room. I turned on the TV in my room and started watching a rerun of Die Hard. Around 2 am, I heard my door open and I knew exactly who it was. “Took you long enough.” “Sorry. The girls kept talking and I wanted to make sure everyone was asleep.” We didn't waste any more time. We both knew why she was in my room and we had not been together in over two weeks. We were desperate and horny. Ever since we had started hooking up, I had not been with anyone else. Subconsciously, I started seeing her as my secret girlfriend. She wasted no time. She closed and locked the door behind her before she walked to my bed. With a bashful look on her face she hesitated before slowly taking off her tank top and shorts. It was such a wild turn-on knowing she was ready for me when I noticed she wasn't wearing underwear as she removed her shorts. It was such a perverted sight with this little girls standing there in front of me naked and looking so innocent with beautiful breasts and a little-girl's bald pussy. She had actually cleanly shaved her pussy just for me. Her glistening slit was there for me to enjoy. Whatever we did was going to be of her own doing. She was completely naked when she jumped into bed and crawled over and laid on me. She was the perfect size and felt so good as I wrapped my arms around her and landing on her delicious full ass. I had gone to bed wearing only a pair of shorts. The skin on skin contact as her tits pushed against my chest was electrifying. We started making out, with her telling me that she was happy were finally alone so I could fuck her. She told me there was nothing to worry about, her mother did not want to be a grandma at 32 and had put her on the pill a few months earlier. She told me she wanted me to make love to her and not stop when I was ready to cum. She had heard that girls are actually able to feel when the guy cums and she wanted to feel me shooting into her cunt. She was laying on me and my hands were all over her as we shoved our tongues into each others mouth. Whenever we kissed I could never get enough of her little tongue in my mouth. My cock was as hard as a light post as she would grind her little pussy against it. She asked me to take off my shorts and I told her she would need to do that. She got a big smile on her face and grabbed my shorts by the waistband and started pulling them down. Same as before, it was wishful thinking when I chose not to wear any underwear. My cock sprang out and she continued pulling my shorts until they were completely off. She came back up and we went back to kissing with her little pussy pressed up against my hard cock. Her little naked body felt so nice against me. After a while, she sat up and started grinding her pussy up and down the length of my cock, getting it nice and wet. I could actually feel the heat from her little cunt on my shaft. That was driving me mad. If I allowed her to continue, she was going to make me cum. I pulled her down to me and quickly rolled us over so I was now on top. She felt so small under me. I was definitely going to enjoy fucking this beautiful sexy creature. I lowered my head and started kissing her neck. I was so horny that my initial urge was to line up my cock and fuck her hard. To show her what it was to be fucked by a man, but I also knew this was going to be her first time and I wanted to make it special for her. I took a deep breath and told myself to slow down. Continuing to kiss her on the neck, I started my way down, wanting to taste her fresh virgin pussy. I kissed ever square inch of her as I made my way to her tits, with her hard little nipples waiting for me. I took my time licking and sucking on them, telling her how much I was loving her body. The only sounds coming from her were moans, oohs, and ahhhs. I used those to guide me. I would run my flat tongue to lick up on her nipples and I would get a loud moan from her, telling me her nipples were very sensitive. I spent my time on her tits, determined to try and make her orgasm. When I felt her grab my head and bring harder against her chest while trying to push her pelvis up, I knew I was onto something. I started licking and sucking faster and harder. I heard her breathing harder and her little body started shaking. I licked and sucked even harder wanting her body to explode with pleasure. She took a deep breath before she started yelling out loud “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck....I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!” I immediately reached up and put my hand on her mouth tellng her she needed to be quiet. She tried to apologize as she caught her breath. She told me she did not know women could come simply by having their tits sucked on. I told her that other men usually don't take the time to find out. I continue my downward journey as I lowered my head and kissed her on her tight little tummy. It's not traditionally an erogenous part of the body, but hers looked so cute and tight. She started giggling the minute I touched it with my mouth that she forced me to move on. I would need to spend more time there if we ever did this again. I moved down and started on her thighs. She calmed down and went back to moaning and enjoying my kisses on her body. She opened her legs even wider to give me access to her great looking little treasure. As I continued licking and kissing both her thighs, I looked up and noticed something that put a smile on my face. Her cute hairless pussy was glistened with her juices, showing me her excitement. I licked on the sides of her pussy, teasing her as I avoided making direct contact. I licked around it for a while with her tummy moving up and down as she breathed hard. I reached up and grabbed her tits the moment my tongue made contact with her sex. She instantly reached down and pressed my head hard against her as she pushed her hips up. This was the first time anybody had licked her pussy and it hit her like a ton of bricks. I was enjoying myself showing her all the pleasures of sex. I licked her all over and sucked on her labia and the whole time she tried pushing my head into her pussy, remembering to whisper, telling me how good I was making her feel and telling me that she loved me. I assumed it was the sex talking. I took my hands and reached under to grab her ass cheeks to pull her up and squeeze them. Her cheeks felt nice in my hands. They were full and as she grew older would only get bigger and better looking. She was breathing harder and I knew it was time to make her come again. My tongue searched for and easily sought out her sensitive little clit. The moment I licked it her entire body let me know she liked that. I felt her body stiffen before she threw a pillow over her face and started moaning loudly. I continued my assault on her precious pebble, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it just hard enough to make her feel good. One hand was keeping the pillow in place over her face as her other hand reached down to hold my head in place. Once again she started humping her pelvis against my face as she started trembling. She started cumming for the second time that night. I pulled away as I enjoyed watching her little body tremble non-stop. I ended up laying down next to her as she finally calmed down. She turned her head toward and said “That was fucking awesome. Oh my god, I have never felt anything like that. How did you know what to do? Can we do it again?” I told her that if she wanted, we could do it as many times as she wanted, but we were not done. I got up and started getting on top of her. Without saying any words she had a knowing look and smile on her face. She spread her legs wide to give me her virginity.. She was giving me permission to make love to her, to penetrate her tiny pussy and make her mine. I told here that this would only happen if she really wanted this. She reached out to grab my cock and lined it up with her vagina and started rubbing the head against it. She looked up at me and said exactly what I wanted to hear. “Baby, please make love to me.” I pushed forward and my cock started penetrating her tiny cunt. I looked down and saw as it started stretching out as my thick cock started entering her. She started grimacing as I went in further until I was stopped and knew what was next. I told her that it would hurt like hell when I tore her cherry, but it was necessary in order to give her what she asked of me. I also told her that it was best that we approach it like you would a band aid. We made eye contact as I kissed her and asked if she was ready. She nodded her head and whispered to me “Fuck me baby, this pussy is all yours.” That shot up my sexual adrenaline and got my cock even harder, if that was even possible. Never losing eye contact with her I push my hips forward and I tore her hymen. She had a look on her face as if she wanted to cry, as if someone had just whipped her with a belt. Tears were rolling down the side of her face and her mouth was wide open, ready to scream, but she never did. I stopped with my cock half way in. I did what needed to be done. That tight little teenage cunt was now mine and I was ready to fuck her hard. She had decided to give herself to a man and this was the result. She was now going to get fucked hard by a man. I stayed there waiting for her to give me the signal that she was ready to continue. As I waited, I enjoyed how good my cock felt in her very tight cunt. She was very wet and still I could feel her vaginal muscled wrapped tightly all around my cock. She felt so fucking good and tight. Looking down, it was an amazing sight. Her tight cunt was stretched to its limit with her labia tightly sealed around my thick cock. She was my second virgin. My first had been my high school girlfriend with whom I also lost my virginity to. I was young and did not properly appreciate it as I did now with Abby. After she had calmed down a bit and seemed to be breathing a lot better, I slowly started going in and out, allowing her tight little cunt to get accustomed to my thick cock. It was very tight, whether I was going in or out, even though it was very wet. Slowly, I was eventually able to go all the way in. I had bottomed out and my balls were hitting her ass every time I pushed forward. She had her arms around my neck and we were either kissing or she was begging me not to stop. She kept telling me to keep fucking her and that she never knew it could feel so good. She actually started crying softly, thanking me for making love to her and making her feel so good. It was time to put it in high gear. I wanted her orgasm to hit her hard. I threw her legs over my shoulders and started pumping my cock hard and fast into her tight cunt. I was determined to make her cum and she had a face that told me she was very close. I found the energy to continue as I pounded hard over and over. I had only one speed, hard and fast. That's when she started seeing stars as she lost control. She started cumming and shaking hard as she screamed out loud before I shoved the pillow into her face again. She held the pillow to her face as I continued my assault on her tight no-longer-virgin cunt. I allowed her to rest for a moment before I grabbed her like a rag doll and turned her around onto her stomach. I grabbed her and picked her up by her hips to line up her cunt with my cock. I was like a possessed man claiming his prize. 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