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‘What’s up’ read the text message. God, my hands were shaking. I can’t believe he didn’t hear the vibration of my cell phone alerting me to the text message.

“Gotta pee, ” I say as I grab my pocketbook and run upstairs to the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the bathtub and pull out my cell.

Message Received appears at the top of the screen. ‘What’s up’. What’s up? What’s up is that my husband was supposed to leave for his camping trip a half hour ago and I was to meet him, my HIM. I hit Reply. ‘Still here. I’ll call you.’ I hit the send button. I watch my message go. My hands shaking.

“Hey, we’re going.” My husband yells up the stairs.

“OK, be right down.” I reply and flush the toilet in pretense.

I run down the stairs and see that he and all his friends are gathered by the door getting ready for their weekend.

“Have a great trip.” I say, “I’ll miss you.” I hug him tightly. He hugs me back.

“I love you. I will see you in two days!” my husband says as he walks out the door.

“O.K. Love you too.” I respond, a bit distant. My mind thinking of the next few hours.

I shut the screen door and watch them get into their trucks. I wave one last time, watching their tail lights disappear into the dark. I shut the door and lean my back up against it. I take a deep breath and run up the stairs. As I remove my clothes and jump into the shower, I think to myself, ‘What am I doing?’

I begin to prepare myself to be with him…HIM! I just want to look, smell and feel so good. I have never done something like this before. Tonight I was going to cheat on my husband.

‘I’m crazy,’ I think as I look in the mirror, taking in my naked body.

I touch myself. Imagining him touching me. I’m not a bad looking woman. Reddish-brown hair, green eyes. It’s a good face. I have been told I am attractive, to some more than attractive. I sigh. I take in the rest of my body. I touch my stomach. My abs are looking pretty damn good. I work out every day, which helps me stay in shape.

I have good, strong legs. I smile, remembering how he said he likes my legs. I move my hand down, touching myself lower, thinking of him kissing me there. I close my eyes and shake my head, picturing his face. He is so handsome and has an incredible body. I start to get nervous. He is younger then me, by at least 9 years and this is the first time he will see me completely naked.

He could have anyone he chooses. But he chose me, a 38 year old! I just hope he is not disappointed. I turn away from the mirror and look at the clock. 7:10 p.m. I am wasting time. Time that could be spent with him. HIM!!!!! I call his cell.

“Hey!” I hear on the other end. My heart flutters.

“Hi”, I whisper. My voice going completely away in my excitement. “He just left. I can meet you in, say 10 minutes?”

“O.K. Call me when you are close and I will tell you where to go.” He says.

We hang up. I stare at the phone. I take a very, very deep breath.

‘Here we go!’ I say to myself. My heart thumping in my chest. I fumble through my lingerie drawer looking for something sexy to wear. I put on a very small G-String, some tight jeans and a shirt.

One quick phone call to the babysitter to ensure her that I will pick up my son by 9:30 p.m. and then I grab my keys and head for the door.

As I am driving I keep thinking about what will happen tonight. Will I be good enough? I have only had one lover. My husband. My husband!. I rub my forehead. I look at the clock. 7:45 p.m. I am about 3 minutes away from where he lives. I call him.

“Hi,” I say breathlessly. “I am very close. Where do you want to meet?”

“Meet me in the parking lot of the shopping center. I am already there. I’ll see your car.” He says.

“O.K. Bye!”, I say and hang up.

I pull into the parking lot and see him put on his lights. I pull next to him. He rolls down his window. His gorgeous face bursa escort smiling at me.

“Park your car and jump in here. I’ll take you to my place.” He says.

So I do just that. His car is very warm. I slid into the passenger seat and turn to him. Before I can anything, he kisses me with his tongue. That relieves some of my nervousness, but now I feel myself getting wet with excitement. I tell him so.

He laughs, “Well then let’s not waste any of that.”

We get to his house in less than 5 minutes. I start to make small talk just to ease myself. But the moment we get into his house, we embrace our bodies hot with anticipation. I become completely relaxed and then we start kissing. Our tongues entwining. His hands roaming my body.

“Let’s go upstairs” He says and grabs my hand, bringing me up the stairs.

When we get into his bedroom, he sits on the bed. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, bringing me between his legs. He lifts my top and starts kissing my stomach. He licks a trail with his tongue down around the edge of my pants. I moan with pleasure.

He undoes my pants, pulling them down. I see him smile when he sees my G-string. I remove my shirt. He looks at me. His eyes trailing over my breasts, my stomach. His eyes show that he is not disappointed in what he see.

“I want to fuck you!” He says.

“Oh, God, please! I want you so much!” I manage to get out before he throws me on the bed.

He lays on top of me, his knee spreading my legs, one hand holding my hands above my head. He starts to kiss my neck, licking me, nibbling. I moan as his knee gently moves up and down my pussy, exciting me even further. He lets go of my hands and he works his way down my body with his tongue.

When he gets to my panties, he takes them between his teeth and slides them down. I arch my back wanting him, needing him. He starts to lick my pussy. Spreading the lips with his tongue, licking my clit deeply. He puts his hands around my ass, spreading me further apart, and sticks his fingers into me.

“Oh, God, that feels so good!” I say, and I start to grind into his fingers. My hands reaching to his head, pulling him closer to my pussy.

When I look down, he is looking at me as he is licking me.

‘That is soo hot,’ I think. “I want you to fuck me!” is what actually comes out of my mouth.

He stands up and I sit up on the bed. I help him get undressed. God, he is beautiful! I kiss and lick his stomach. I breath him in deeply. He tastes and smells so good. I take his pants off and his dick is standing straight out there, pointing at me, accusing me. I start to get nervous again. I swallow hard and look up at him. I melt when I see that he is looking at me with so much passion in his eyes. I begin to think about how much I want him. How much I want to taste him.

I take his cock in my hands and stroke it. I put it in my mouth, bringing my lips all the way down the shaft. I know he likes it when I bring it deep into my mouth, so I do that. I start to caress his sack, bringing my hands further between his thighs, touching his ass. I smile when hear him moan. We’ve talked about me fucking his ass with my fingers and I intend to bring this fantasy to life for him. I slide a finger between the cheeks of his ass.

Moaning, he grabs the back of my head, bringing his dick deeper into my mouth. Noting his excitement, I put my finger into his asshole.

“Ah, fuck!” He groans. “I want to cum on you!”

“Alright,” I say as I pull away, “But not yet.” I say and lay on the bed, sinking into the pillows.

I spread my legs, pulling my knees up and start to touch myself. He just looks at me. Watching what I am doing, bringing his hand up and down his dick. I lick my fingers and bring them down to my clit, massaging it.

“Not fair! I wanna have some fun too,” He says teasingly.

“No, I want you in me,” I say and stick my fingers into my bursa escort bayan cunt. “Right here. I want you to fuck me….right here….real hard.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pushes me further into the bed and enters me hard. I am so wet that he just slides in and out with ease. I grab his ass, pulling him closer. He thrusts deeply, fucking me so hard. I raise my legs to rest on top of his shoulders and feel him go in deeper.

“I want to cum on you now,” he says, his voice full with emotion.

“Oh, yes….that will be so good.” I whisper.

As he positions himself with his ass facing me, I start licking his asshole, sticking my tongue in as deep as I could. I encircle his cock with my hand, moving it up and down his shaft. I then take one finger, rubbing it against the wetness of my pussy, making it wet and put it into his asshole. I feel his body go rigid. But then he starts to move with my finger.

“Ah,” he groans. “That’s good. Talk to me.”

As I jerk him off and fuck him with my finger, I tell him how good he feels. I ask him if he likes how this feels.

“Yes!” he cries, “It feels so fucking good!”

“You taste so good”, I tell him. Whispering to him, telling him I want to feel his hot cum on my body.

With a loud groan, he lets himself go. His cum squirting all over my stomach. Before he moves off me, I grab him and bring him down on me. Rubbing his cum over both of us. He laughs, and starts to lick my pussy. Sucking at it, nibbling my clit.

He pushes me onto my side and I bring my pussy closer to him. He sticks his tongue deep into me, rubbing me, massaging me with his tongue, licking me. He movements become purposeful and as his fingers enter me, I feel my body tighten.

“Please, lick my pussy!….Oh, God, that feels so good!” I scream. “Don’t stop! Oh, yes….my pussy is so wet!”

He licks faster me. Then he sucks my clit. In and out he fucks me with his tongue. Sucking my clit. Blowing on it. Then he stops and smacks my mound with his hand. When he does this I feel my body begin to tingle. I feel a surge rip through me.

“Holy, shit!” I cry. “That feels incredible.”

He starts to licks my pussy again with long strokes of his tongue. He tongue moving from my clit to my asshole. He smacks it again. Each lick pressing deeper onto my clit. I have the most incredible orgasm and I just keep getting them, over and over again. My body pulsing with each one.

I grab the back of his head holding him there not want it to stop.

“That was incredible” I whisper.

He just laughs. His hand rubbing me softly, my body still responding to his touch. I look at the clock. 9:00 p.m.

“Shit, I gotta go!”

“You have to go pick up your son?” He says.

“Yes. Will you try and come to me later? Come to my house. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you cum in me.”

“I will try. I promise.” He says as he kisses me and walks me to my car. We hug tightly.

“I will text you. OK?”

I nod. I feel my eyes welling up. ‘Don’t cry, idiot’ I say to myself. ‘Maybe he will’

I check the clock. 1:30 a.m. is blaring at me. I give the clock the finger, wishing it were him. I knew he wouldn’t call or text. ‘I am an idiot.’ I think and draw the covers up around my shoulders. But then I hear it. The vibrating pulse of my cell phone. I grab the phone – Message received – I hit Show.

‘What’s up’ it reads. My stomach drops. I hit Reply ‘I want u now’ and I send it to his phone. Seconds, which feel like hours pass and I get an answer ‘I’m cumming’, I smile. I call his cell.

“Hey you” I say.

“Hi. Tell me how to get to your house.” He says. “I thought about you alnight. I smelled you on me.”

“Oh?” I ask. “Did it smell good?”

He laughs. “Yes. I love the way you smell.”

I give him directions and say, “I will leave the door opened. When you come up the stairs and my bedroom is at the top.”

I escort bursa run into the shower and freshen up. ‘What will I wear?’ I think and grab a pair of stockings. I nod. ‘Yea, this will be perfect.’

I check to make sure my son’s bedroom door is closed and I lay on my bed, positioning myself so that when he walks ups the stairs all he will see are my legs clad in the stockings he loves so much. I hear the door and his footsteps on the stairs.

“Very nice.” He says.

I laugh and sit up to face him. As I begin to rise, he shakes his head.

“No. Stay like that.” he whispers.

I reach down and stroke my legs and start to touch myself. I lick my fingers, bringing them my clit rubbing it, watching him watch me. Never taking my eyes from his face.

He starts to undress. I watch as his muscles ripple as he removes his shirt. I lick my lips remembering how good he tastes. I feel my pussy get wetter. He removes his pants and tosses them to the side and slides on the bed next to me. He takes my hand and licks my fingers, tasting my juices. I moan.

He takes his hand and caresses my hip, moving up to the swell of my breast and then down again and around to my ass. His finger sliding down the crack.

“Do you like my ass?” I ask him. He smiles.

“Would you like to fuck my ass?”

“I would!” he says.

I turn onto my stomach and raise my ass up, looking at him. I give it a smack.

“Oh, please fuck my tight little ass!” I say in my sexiest voice.

“Here, put this on you and my asshole.” I say as I hand him a bottle of lube.

He takes the bottle and puts some where I tell him and then I feel his finger moving into my asshole. I get so excited. I feel myself get wet. I raise my ass to him. He takes his finger and moves it in and out, preparing me, making me more and more aroused.

He positions his cock with his hand and brings it to the opening of my ass.

“O.K. Baby, I’m ready. I’ll wait for you to push back.” he directs me.

“Mmm O.K.” I say, as I reach down and work my pussy and clit, pushing back slowly.

I want him in me so much. But he’s big and I am already tight from being so excited. I take a deep breath, bring myself back feeling the tip of his cock spread my asshole. I feel a bit of pain, but know the incredible pleasure that will follow. I pull away and then move back again, slowly. This time, I feel it enter me. Instinctively my body tightens up, but I continue to work my pussy. I feel the heat of hands on my hips as he slowly brings me back and forth on his cock.

Oh! The sensation of being fucked in the ass is driving me crazy. Feeling his cock slide in me was bringing me closer to an orgasm. I pushed back a little more, wanting him deep in my ass. As I pushed deeper, I feel his cock get bigger, thicker and then I feel it.

As I start to have an orgasm his movements become stronger. His hands gripping my hips, driving harder, he cums in me. I feel how hot his cum is in my ass. It feels wonderful.

I hear him moan in pleasure as he finished. His hands easing up on my hips, as he leans on my back. Both of us are breathing heavy as we collapse on the bed.

“I’ve wanted you to do that to me since I saw you.” I confess.

“Me, too.” He said. “That felt really good.”

“Mmmm. Too good.” I whisper.

He hands start to stroke my body. I feel myself getting excited again. Loving the way his hands feel, the warmth of his body next to mine. I feel his cock getting hard again against my ass. I reach around and take it in my hand, loving the smoothness of it.

We lay there holding each other, memorizing every inch of our bodies, knowing that there may never be another chance like this again and not wanting it to end. I turn my body to his, arching my back and pressing my breasts against him. He kisses me deeply.

He brings a hand up and strokes my cheek. I strain my body against his. Wanting to feel him in me one more time. Wanting him in my pussy.

“I want you again.” He says.

“Please!” I whisper, and wrap my legs around him.

I take a deep breath, “Please fuck me one more time!”

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Chapter Two

Amy was stunned. She had just been caught fucking three guys by her mom, but the result was beyond anything she could have imagined. Of course, she wasn’t planning to get caught, but when she did, her mom had done something completely unexpected. Instead of breaking it up, she had apparently watched everything that happened and masturbated to it! Of course, Amy was way too busy at the time to know her mom was there, but from the conversation she was hearing in the hall, it was obvious what had happened.

Amy was officially becoming a gang bang slut tonight. She had been a very late bloomer, but had decided to make up for lost time. While the other girls at school had been lusted after by all the guys for the last few years, Amy’s foray into womanhood and sexuality had all come very recently. After her body’s recent filling out, she soon discovered that she was getting a lot of attention from the guys. Shortly afterward, she had discovered masturbation. With masturbation, came the desire for more.

Shortly after her 18th birthday, these feelings started overwhelming her, and she just had to act on them. She had never really dated much until recently, but when she started, it did not take her long to move from kissing and heavy petting to newer experiences, such as giving handjobs. At first it was no big deal, but after she had done it for several boys she dated, the word started getting around.

Soon, the guys that she had grown up and been friends with for years were asking her out for sexual purposes. Somehow, she didn’t care. She loved the attention, and she loved playing with cocks.

When she first started giving handjobs, she would stroke the cock until cum started spurting out, but would let go as to not get it on her hands. After a couple guys expressed disappointment, she began finishing the job and milking them dry. It was during this time that she discovered her love for cum. What seemed sticky and gross at first turned into something more.

She found that she loved how messy it made her hands, and how naughty it made her feel. One night she had just made Billy shoot a huge load of cum all over his cock and her hands. Completely on a whim, she wondered what it tasted like, tentatively lifted her hand up to her lips and licked up a bead of the sticky substance.

As it turned out, she loved it! She lapped the remaining cum off of her hands and was completely disappointed when it was gone. Billy, having watched the entire scene was hard again and said, “There’s plenty more on my cock, Amy.”

Amy dove on his cock, licking the shaft and balls until they were completely clean of spunk. When it was gone, she licked his stomach and thighs to catch any she may have missed. She fucking loved cum! She dove at Billy’s cock with new intensity and added her mouth to the mix of stroking with her hand. Less than 3 minutes later she was rewarded with a fresh gush of warm sticky cum pumping in large spurts from Billy’s big dick.

Since then she had never given another handjob.

She had dated several other boys since the experience and Billy especially. While they loved the way she sucked their cocks dry and cleaned them up afterwards, Amy was considered a hot piece of ass, and they wanted more.

It wasn’t that Amy was saving herself, she had just discovered her love for cum, and knew the quickest way to get it. She had allowed guys to finger her pussy and she loved to diddle her clit while sucking cock. Occasionally, she would even bring herself to orgasm while accepting a load of cum into her mouth. But honestly, she had not really considered fucking. She couldn’t imagine anything better than sucking cock.

That changed one night when she was, once again, with Billy. He loved having his cock sucked, and Amy was definitely the best at it. Other girls shied away when he started cumming, but not her. She just sucked it down.

On this night, Amy was on her hands and knees sucking Billy’s cock and he had his arm reached up under her fingering her wet pussy. He really wanted to fuck that tight little cunt that seemed to barely accommodate his finger.

He pulled Amy’s mouth off of his cock and started trying to turn her over. She resisted as she was on a mission and really wanted that cock.

“Amy, I want to fuck you,” Billy begged.

“But I love to eat your cum and I want it,” replied Amy with a little pout.

Billy thought for a minute and said, “You can still have my cum Amy, you will just get it after I fuck illegal bahis you. You know that you like it messy. You’ll really love it with my cum and yours on it.”

Amy briefly considered this. Due to the fact that she had never had a real cock in her pussy, she was technically still a virgin. While she wasn’t sure about licking her own cum off of his cock, she really wanted HIS cum, and decided she was willing to do what it took to get it.

With her assent, Billy soon had Amy on her back feeding his cock into her tight little hole.

“Oh Fuck! You are so tight!” he gasped.

At first Amy didn’t enjoy the experience. All she felt was pain, and there was a quick burst of it as her cherry was popped. However, she continued on through the pain, and could not believe how great it started to feel.

Billy didn’t wait long before he was pulling his cock out and slamming it to the hilt in Amy’s cunt; and soon, she was fucking Billy back as hard as he was giving it to her.

They were both gasping and after a few minutes Billy was telling Amy that he was about to cum. She begged him to pull out and let her suck it down. With this, Billy was only too happy to oblige and soon was feeding his squirting cock into Amy’s eager mouth.

Amy didn’t know if every one loved cum as much as she did, but judging by her popularity, imagined not. She just couldn’t believe how kinky she was. Also, she found that she loved the mix of his cum and her pussy juices. She sucked him dry while fingering her pussy to blissful oblivion.

Amy was officially a slut after that. She sucked, fucked, and did about anything the guys wanted her to do.

It was during another encounter with Billy that Amy had told him how the only thing that could be better would be if she could suck dick and be fucked at the same time.

That brought Billy to the idea of a gangbang, and tonight was the night it was happening. She was to suck and fuck and clean up all the cocks that she could handle. It was a new experience for all of them, and everything had gone as planned, until Mom showed up.

The guys had always liked Amy’s mom, and often commented on how hot she was. Billy would even ask Amy if she thought her mom loved to suck cock and eat cum as much as she did. Amy usually had a mouth full of dick when he asked this question, so her answer was never very clear, but Amy’s pussy always got wetter thinking about it.

Now here she was, freshly fucked with cum running down her thighs, eager for more, and Billy was making out with her mom.

At that same moment, Amy’s mom had a completely different thought rushing through her mind, “I have to stop this! I can’t do this!”

But somehow, she never acted on that thought. She just continued to kiss Billy back. She also made no move to resist when he grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her against his hard cock. She just continued to kiss him.

Soon, his hand was searching for her sopping wet, naked pussy. When he reached the spot, covered it entirely in his hand, and pressed hard against her, Erica’s last vestige of resistance melted away. It was just too much to take.

Everyone was at a stand still watching Billy and Erica. The guys whom had just arrived with Billy were Luke and Aaron. Luke said, “Billy’s going to fuck your mom Amy!”

“Shut up!” cried Amy, but her eyes never left her mom and Billy as they kissed passionately.

Billy picked Erica up and took her over to the sofa in the basement living area. She did not resist when he lifted her t-shirt up over her head and set her tits free, exposing the entirety of her nakedness to include her neatly trimmed bush.

Erica just continued to stare at Billy as she was gently sat down on the sofa. She was now naked and exposed in front of her daughter and six young men.

Billy stood back and took in the picture of this hot mom on the sofa before him, and thought about all the times he had jacked off thinking about her. Shit, he had even cum in her daughter’s mouth and pussy while imagining it was her. He had a long list of things he wanted to do to her and was going to do them all while he had the chance.

Without another moment’s hesitation, Billy literally dived into Erica’s pussy and started smothering it with kisses.

Erica started squirming under his administrations, but not to get away. Soon she was pressing her cunt against his mouth as hard as possible. With both hands in his hair, she held his mouth firmly in place and begged him to eat her.

There illegal bahis siteleri arose a general cheer when Erica succumbed completely to the sex. Nobody was going to get in trouble, and the guys were only too happy to add Amy’s mom to the list of things to do tonight.

All of them gravitated over to watch Billy finish Erica off. Amy, whom had never had her pussy eaten before, started to get turned on more than she already was by the sight in front of her. As she stared at the action, her hand moved to play with her pussy. However, the attention she was giving herself did not go unnoticed and the other boys remembered what they were there for.

With that realization the newcomers, Aaron and Luke, grabbed Amy by the hands and steered her to the loveseat perpendicular to the sofa that Mrs. Martin was on. Bobby, Shawn and Rusty continued to watch Billy eat pussy.

Erica couldn’t keep herself under control and kept getting louder and louder as Billy’s tongue and mouth pleasured her pussy. Soon, she was screaming in orgasm as she bathed Billy’s tongue with her juices.

Billy stood and started removing his clothes. After a brief recovery period, Erica immediately came off of the sofa onto her knees and waited for his young cock to spring out. When it did, she dove on it trying to kiss, lick, and suck it all at the same time.

Apparently, the love for cock sucking runs in the family.

Billy couldn’t believe the ferocity with which Mrs. Martin attacked his cock, but he knew that he would never last long with her at this rate. He really wanted to give her the experience of a lifetime and show her what a man he had become. So, with great effort, he pulled it away from her and said, “I’ll be back to you Mrs. Martin, but right now, I have to take care of Amy. Don’t worry though, there is plenty for everyone.”

Shit! Erica had completely forgotten about Amy! In fact, she had completely forgotten about everyone but Billy. With that, Erica’s eyes were immediately drawn to the loveseat. She couldn’t see the look on her daughter’s face, but assumed it was one of bliss. All she saw was Amy’s backside as she was on her knees alternately jacking off and sucking the cocks of the two guys sitting there.

She felt a twinge of jealousy as Billy moved behind Amy and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She stared as his fat cock pressed into her daughter’s hole, and he started fucking her nice and slow.

Erica didn’t have long to watch however, because the three boys whose cum already resided in her daughter’s pussy, were now ready for their turn with her.

She was still kneeling on the floor and when she felt hands on her tits, she looked around and saw three cocks begging for attention right in her face.

She was in deep and she was too hot to stop; consequently, she did not aim to disappoint. Her only problem with sucking her husband’s cock was that she never seemed to get enough of it. That was most likely not going to be a problem here, and so she started taking turns sucking the dicks offered.

The thought now in her mind was, “Oh yeah, I’m going to get the fucking I need now.”

From there, the sex was fast and frenzied. The women were insatiable and there was so much cock to be had. They both lost track of the number of times they took loads of cum in their pussies and mouths. The young men, not likely to lose track, took turns fucking and getting sucked by both mother and daughter.

After their initial orgasms, the guys had a lot more stamina, and were able to give the women a proper fucking.

Though they started on different pieces of furniture, it was soon realized how totally given over to the sex the women were, and the guys soon discovered how convenient it was to put the mother and daughter into position side by side. This way, they could freely alternate moving their cocks between mother’s and daughter’s pussies and mouths.

While some had their favorites, for the most part they got into the routine of taking a few minutes stroking into the one or the other’s pussy or mouth and then moving to the other one for a while.

Billy for one, after shooting his first load of cum into Amy’s cunt, spent a lot of extra time with Mrs. Martin. She was as big a freak as her daughter, but had a lot more years’ of experience at it. He completely loved the way she sucked and fucked him.

Still, he wanted something different and it didn’t take him long to set his sights on that beautiful puckered canlı bahis siteleri asshole of hers.

At that moment, Mrs. Martin was sucking Luke’s cock and Billy was pounding her cunt. Bobby and Rusty were likewise doing the same to Amy. While the other two boys stood around waiting their turns.

Billy decided to play with Mrs. Martin’s asshole and see what happened. He started by placing his thumb on it and pressing slightly. If anything, he thought he noticed her pick up the pace on Luke’s dick. Slightly encouraged, he continued to press and soon discovered that a) she did not resist, and b) she was way too tight to get it in without lubrication.

He spread her ass cheeks wide and spit directly onto his desired location. That made the situation nicer and still no sign of discontent from Mrs. Martin. He needed more lube, and, of course, knew where to get it. Both women’s pussies were completely sloppy from cum and he began scooping it up and applying it copiously to her bung hole. Soon, he was able to slip his thumb neatly in. There was plenty of resistance, but he pushed past it.

When Mrs. Martin came to a complete stop, Billy got worried. He thought that she was going to tell him to stop. However, he had guessed completely wrong. There were spasms racking through her body, and her pussy was clasping and shuddering on his cock. She was, in fact, having a huge orgasm! “Oh fuck! This is great!” he thought.

Erica had felt Billy playing with her asshole, and suspected that it was only a matter of time before he wanted to fuck it. All of these young studs had given her so much pleasure. She was more than willing to give them the ultimate gift. She had never done anal before, but the orgasm she experienced when Billy stuck his thumb in her ass sold her on the experience.

Billy poised his cock at Mrs. Martin’s asshole and slowly began to push in. Rather than running away, she eagerly pressed back to meet his thrusts. She let go of Luke’s cock and said, “Go slow Billy, go slow. I want you to fuck my ass Billy, but please start slow. You are my first!”

Now, with all the encouragement he needed, Billy patiently worked his cock very slowly into her tight ass. He just couldn’t fucking believe how great it felt!

The act had gathered the attention of the others and while they didn’t exactly stop, they did begin to watch as Billy first worked his cock in to the hilt, and then slowly pulled back out. From there, he continued building his pace until soon he had a good solid rhythm going as he reamed Mrs. Martin’s forbidden hole. “Even her fucking husband hasn’t had this one!” he exclaimed.

Erica accepted the pounding in her ass and soon discovered that the discomfort went away completely. “Why haven’t I tried this sooner!” she thought. When she had thought earlier about getting the fucking she needed, she had never expected this, but it was definitely working out okay.

Amy, meanwhile, came out of her fuck trance, as she heard Billy say, “Even her fucking husband hasn’t had this one!” and her mom’s grunting as she took it completely in her ass.

One of the guys chimed in, “Billy’s fucking Mrs. Martin’s ass!”

She glanced over and her mom had a look of pure pleasure on her face as Billy was pounding her from behind. “The ass?” thought Amy “I didn’t know a cock could get in there?”

Needless to say, now that the door was open, everyone was going to walk through. Soon Amy felt Rusty, who was currently fucking her aching pussy, fumbling at her back door. She didn’t know if she was ready to have this happen, but she had already gone so far. If her mom could take, than so could she!

Rusty, assuming that Amy had not done anal before either, was very eager to be the first in there. With less patience and finesse than Billy showed, he started forcing his cock into her very tight hole.

Amy cried out, “Ow! Rusty slow down! It hurts!”

Rusty was too excited to slow down and kept forcing it in.

Amy didn’t know if she could take it, but then she heard her mother’s voice, “Honey, just relax, the pain will soon go away and it will get better.”

“But momma, it hurts.”

“Just relax, relax, it will get better… Momma promises.”

This was the first time they had spoken to each other since the experience began, and Erica found herself reaching out and stroking her daughter’s hair. She loved her more now than ever. She just couldn’t believe what a sight they must be. Mom and daughter, covered in sweat and an unknown amount of cum, sharing a bonding moment as they were being ass fucked side by side.

Unexpectedly, for everyone involved and from the back door, Erica’s husband and Amy’s father knew exactly what a sight they were.

More to follow…

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Neighbourly Surprise Ch. 06 Part 4

By Learningfast

It soon became clear to both Beattie and Benny that her body was responding well to two major influences; the reduction of her waist and the widening of her vagina. After a month, the corset was closed at 26 inches on her waist. She had been wearing it every night and every morning until midday. Their evening rituals included a shower, the pampering of her skin with a moisturiser and the gradual tightening of the corset for an hour or more until, by bedtime, it was closing little by little. And then finally it closed tight on her by the 26th day. Their joke was “26 inches on the 26th day.” Beattie revelled in the experience and the new sensations she received by running her hands up and down her figure, especially the curve over her hips and into her new smaller waist.

“Come and look at yourself,” he said when it finally closed; and they went to the long mirror.

“Wow, that’s amazing and I can’t believe it’s me – my figure – my waist. It looks and feels so sexy,” she turned and gave Benny a big kiss whilst pressing herself against him, so that he could feel the hard boning of the corset, the smooth fabric and the exaggerated shape of his woman.

“By bedtime” usually meant soon after the corset was closed. They lay down and Benny ran his hands over her figure, concentrating on her breasts and waist and her flat belly. Her waist by this evening was 12 inches less than her hips measurement, and she was comfortable because the “training” had been gradual and not rushed. He knew that she would accept a smaller size of corset and secretly sent off an order for a 24-inch in identical materials and the same style.

More than anything in his life, Benny wanted to make love to this corseted woman. To be honest, he wanted to shag her to the limit of her consciousness and to exhaust himself in the process. But, of course, that was not possible in Beattie’s current condition. However, she had been wearing the No.2 dilator 24 hours a day inside her tight little panty girdle, removing it temporarily for showering each day. That No.2 entered and exited Beattie’s vagina with no effort after this month’s practicing. It was clear that the next was due any day soon.

He thought to himself, “And yet, there’s more than one way into a woman’s body,” and felt guilty at the thought because it sounded so crude.

Bettie had shown herself adept at deep throating him and he availed himself of that approach almost every night, and many mornings and any time of day at the weekend. For a month he had been emptying his prostate and vesicles into her throat and therefore into her stomach. In return, he had “gobbled” her and used the little vibrator to give her orgasms; sometimes more than one or two.

During the gobbling, it was Benny’s practice to insert the latest dilator and on this particular evening, he did the necessary preparation with the lube-gel, before pressing the No.3 into her labia to start. Then pressing a little more into her lubed-up vagina. The No.3 was 18mm [¾ inch] across and 12cm [almost 5 inches] in length. The procedure went well for about half its length and then Beattie made her “Ooh” sound of discomfort. Benny let the dilator out a short way before pressing again and it made a little more headway, but it was clear that this extra ¼ inch was not going to be so easy as the previous two sizes. He eased it out her and resumed his gobbling; her labia in his mouth and his tongue flicking her opening and the vibrator pressed against her clitoris. Any remaining discomfort was soon forgotten and Beattie bahis firmaları came to her delicious orgasm with a great sigh and “Aaaahh.” He knew that she was happy in that sense, at least.

This particular evening, Benny had other ideas. He leaned over to Beattie and whispered, “Lie over on your tummy. I’m going to try something new.”

She complied, twisting herself over in the tight corset, and Benny spread lube-gel over her entire between-legs area. Beattie didn’t know for sure what he was going to do but she imagined it was a new approach, a new angle, to the dilator in her vagina. She was mistaken.

Benny lay down on her back and allowed his erection to lie between the backs of her thighs. Slowly he edged his way up her body until the erection was resting between her buttocks; held firmly together as they were by the bottom edge of the corset. He reached down and pressed his erection downwards a little until, you’ve guessed it, he was at the anal opening – her shit-hole.

Slowly but deliberately he moved forward again and felt the bulb of his erection press into her sphincter. Beattie squirmed under him as if to say, “Wrong hole.”

“Relax Beattie, I’m trying to get inside you by a different route. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he hoped that would reassure her.

Beattie had heard a lot about anal sex but had no experience and was nervous on various levels. First that it would hurt; second that some injury would happen; third that she would be full of shit because she hadn’t prepared herself for this intrusion. She’d heard that an enema was good before but also that some women ended up with fissures or haemorrhoids.

She made her usual “Mmmm” meaning “OK, let’s see.”

True to his word, Benny pressed forward little by little until his erect shaft was in the sphincter and she was as open as she needed to be. Pulling out and then pushing again, he was able to spread the lube a little further with each movement. Gradually, he was able to enter her rectum as far as he could reach, and could feel his testicles rubbing against her buttocks. Because of the corset, her buttocks could not be moved to the side, and presented him with a cushion barrier. He realised that full penetration to his full erection length would require her buttocks to be free for him to press them out of his way. “Sometime without the corset,” he thought to himself, although that was a disappointing idea given his desire and plans for her tight waist.

He soon discovered that Beattie’s rectum was full of shit but that didn’t deter him. He wanted everything, whatever that involved.

So far as he could, Benny shagged back and forth into her rectum with increasing speed and vigour. Beattie rested her head on her crossed arms and accepted his invasion, not knowing what to expect; nor quite what he would do as he got more excited.

And Benny did get more excited. His movements became more vigorous and his testicles began to press further up between her tightened buttocks. He was trying to get as much of his erection into her, whatever it took. Leaning up, he placed his hands on the bed, either side of her small waist, and pressed them together so as to hold her waist immobile as he shagged her rectum.

As he felt his climax approaching, Benny squeezed his arms together more against the sides of her waist, and bucked and thrust himself into her. He just wanted to empty himself into her bowel, as much and as soon as possible.

Beattie raised her head from her arms, waiting for some dreadful but erotic ending to this pounding she was receiving. It felt as if Benny was thrusting kaçak iddaa his erection right up into her tight waist although she knew that was not possible. But he was pulling and pushing her organs around, and that is how it felt. She was pleased and surprised that the stretching of her anus was not excessive and she had a brief memory that some of her turds had been massive over the years: almost as thick as her wrist. So Benny’s penetration was not painful; just unexpected and new.

Benny came with a throat cry “Urrgh” and poured his fluids into her bowel. Then he collapsed on her and pinned her to the bed, with his hands holding her waist. Hi shit-covered erection gradually slipped from inside her and he prepared to lift himself to go to the bathroom as soon as possible.

“That was wonderful,” he said softly to her, “My amazing Beattie, thank you” and started to lift himself off her before the shit got spread around too much.

“My pleasure,” she joked but then with a stern tone, “I suppose this will be a regular event from now.”

Benny detected a sound of criticism in her voice, “I’m sorry if I hurt you, dear Beattie. Stop me if it’s not OK.”

“I’m joking. Take me this way any time you like. But next time let’s clean me out first. OK?” she giggled after her mock-seriousness.

Benny cleaned up and brought to the bed a dark coloured towel and a soapy face cloth; and some wet-wipes he kept in the bathroom. For a few minutes, he carefully cleaned Beattie and then helped her get to the toilet to empty her bladder. “Always a good move after bonking,” he said with a smile and received her “Mmmm” in return..

She completed her clean-up on the bidet and returned to their bed.

Before sleeping, they agreed to keep trying the bigger dilator; starting on the next day. For the first time, Beattie asked Benny to show her the full set of dilators and he hesitated before doing so,

“Now don’t you get alarmed, Madam,” he advised her with more mock seriousness, “we can stop at the size that suits us. OK, I mean the size that matches me,” and they smiled at each other.

There were four dilators in the set; increasing in width and by 10 mm in length for each one. Number 3, as they saw that day, was 18mm diameter. Number 4 was about 1¼ inches; 30mm. The instructions stated simply that the transition from No.3 to No.4 “…is not usually a problem for the majority of patients…”

Beattie looked at No.4 and held it with an expression of unbelief and some alarm.

“Really, do you think we can get to this?” she asked, looking into Benny’s eyes.

“Let’s see if we can – sometime. This is for you and your comfort as well as my pleasure. We’re in no hurry,” he reassured her.

Actually, he was in a desperate hurry to make love to this desirable woman in the best way he knew: with her legs wrapped round him, kissing his mouth and himself deep inside her vagina.

The packaging also offered a Number 5 of 42mm; that is well over 1½ inches. Benny thought it better not to draw Beattie’s attention to this but she saw it for herself.

“Oh my god,” she exclaimed, “That’s impossible. You’re not planning to get one of those; are you?”

“No, of course not,” he lied, and they smiled again.

The next day, as agreed, they tried again with No.3 and Benny knew that this dilator had a surprise. It contained a vibrator but he hadn’t told her about it.

So that any pressure inside Beattie’s abdomen was minimised, she emptied her bowel first and they tried without the corset. Sure enough, the dilator slowly pressed into place in her vagina. kaçak bahis Full length and held in place by the little panty girdle.

“Just lie there for minute and get used to the feeling,” Benny suggested. After a minute, he reached down between her legs and pressed the little button, which turned on the vibrator. This was a simple device with no multi-function repertoire of vibrations; just a steady low frequency hum. It took Beattie by surprise.

“Oh, that’s nice. I wasn’t expecting this. Oooh yes; that’s nice,” she murmured with her eyes shut.

Benny got into his gobbling position, pulled down the tight little panty girdle just enough, and started to work on her labia with his mouth and her clitoris with the first little vibrator. The three sets of sensation were more than enough to bring Beattie towards her orgasm in quick time. Internally, the dilator was buzzing on her clit-root and up to her cervix; and causing her buttocks to clench and unclench. Benny’s usual gobbling and the external vibrator added more feelings and she came to a shattering orgasm in just a few minutes. She shot a jet of her own fluid [or was it urine?] into his face. She collapsed in the new knowledge that her body was opening up, in readiness for Benny’s occupation one day; and also that her own reactions were as positive as ever. The internal vibrator was switched off as well as the little one on her clitoris.

After a few minutes of recovery, they stood up and her corset was laced into place. After half an hour of repeated lacing and re-lacing, her waist again became 26 inches and Benny decided to repeat his anal pleasure of the previous night. Of course, this required him to remove the little panty girdle completely and there was no way to do that secretly; so Beattie knew immediately what he was planning. She went along with his movements and even more willingly since she knew that her rectum would be empty, most likely.

As Benny entered her rectum, he could feel the now-silent No.3 dilator still in position inside her vagina. It added to his sensations but he became aware that it was slowly slipping out of her; and she knew it also. At the right moment, Beattie put a hand down underneath herself and caught the little thing as it finally popped out of her body. And so they both gained pleasurable and new sensations that night, and that was just the start.

Afterwards, as they lay cleaned up and sleepy, Benny said, “We’ll keep that vibrator in you most of the time, every day and night. Do you agree? Like we did with the No.2. for some days and weeks, until you’re totally comfy with it.”

“Yes,” Beattie agreed, “Let’s put it back now. Let’s try it with me dressed like this.”

Her willingness and enthusiasm were more erotic encouragements for Benny and they repeated the insertion; this time with Beattie inside the corset, laced tightly. And it worked, very much to their surprise and pleasure. Then the tight little panty girdle was slipped up her legs and pulled high into place to keep the dilator in place.

“Can I switch this on, whenever I want?” Beattie asked, grinning and giggling.

“Of course you can. And can I do the same?” he giggled back at her.

“Yes, but give me warning, yeah? I’d like to know what’s coming,” and she kissed him.

And so they moved into the next phase of their friendship and of Beattie’s training. Benny had in mind another part to the process: if she could be corseted to 26 inches in 26 days, could she be made into 24 inches in 24 days? His plot gathered substance in his mind: to 22 inches in a further 22 days; to 20 inches in a further 20 days, and so on.

This lovely desirable woman could have a truly tiny waist in 24+22+20 = 66 days. Just over 2 months. “Wow,” he thought to himself, “I’ll start ordering tomorrow.”

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This was my sister’s account. She passed away in December 2020 from complications of Covid. This was the last draft she had saved here. The story’s unfinished like so many things she left behind. Maybe someone out here will pick it up and find an ending for it.

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This is a work of fiction intended for adult consumption only. All characters and locations are fictional or used fictitiously and are over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Copyright Kelly Lovall, December 2020.

I hope you enjoy this story. Please feel free to comment. Thanks.

XX, Kelly

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For John S.

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Lucky Girl

by

Kelly Lovall

I sat at a table away from the pool and opened my phone, greedy for messages from my husband. Almost immediately a beautiful young man with thick black hair and a million dollar smile was asking what I’d like. I looked at him for two beats too long. He shuffled his feet and chuckled, dipping his head and looking at me from under dark, perfectly shaped brows.

“Anything?” He said.

“You’ve got about three years, don’t you?” I said, smiling at him like some sort of supernatural wonder.

“Excuse me” He said.

“How old are you? Twenty-one, twenty-two?” I said, looking for his name tag. “Angel.” Too perfect; had be a stage name.

“Nineteen.” He said, conspiratorially, looking around, grinning cute.

“Three years until everyone knows your face.” I said, marveling at his beauty. “Pinot Grigio.”

“Pinot Grigio.” He repeated. “Would you like a menu?”

“No, just bring me a fun little appetizer. Decide for me.” I said, tossing my hair, batting my eyes pathetically.

“Of course. Thank you, miss.” He said, winked at me and turned away.

I was in Los Angeles on a shoot. I was the creative director on an ad campaign for a breakfast cereal. We were in LA to shoot what we called “bite and smile” which was professional actors on sets, waking up, eating various cereals for breakfast, then smiling as they started their day – off to school or work with a tummy full of ten essential vitamins and iron. We had four days in LA and then part of the crew was off to do a couple more days of location shooting in Palm Springs.

It was a late Friday afternoon in early March. We’d finished the shoot for the week and everyone in the crew was beginning to gather for happy hour at the pool-side lounge of our hotel. After a drink or two, most of the crew would peel off and go for sushi and who knows what after. I was beat and was scheduled to fly home the next day. I would have a glass or two of wine, some calamari, or whatever the beautiful Angel brought me, and make it an early night.

“Wrap happy hour.” I texted my husband. “Then early night. Beauty sleep.”

Two minutes later: “Party pooper.” He replied.

“Kiss emoji.” I texted and closed my phone.

As I looked up, Angel was placing my wine on the table.

“Calamari in about five, miss.” He said.

“Thanks, Angel.” I said. He nodded and hustled away.

Surprisingly, the two clients, Manny and Mike walked up and pulled out chairs.

“Saving these?” Mike said.

“Not at all.” I said motioning them to join. “You guys hanging back too?”

“Yeah.” Manny said. “We’re going to bounce early for Palm Springs and try to get some golfing in over the weekend before we start again on Monday.”

Within a minute Angel was back looking for drink orders, menu requests.

“Just bring us the rest of that bottle.” Manny said, motioning to my glass.

I arched an eyebrow at Mike. We all chuckled and touched glasses.

Despite the fact they were the client, I actually liked both of them. They were older than I was and pretty laid back. Unlike most clients they were pretty cool; funny, easy to work with, willing to spend a little budget to have some fun. Most clients on shoots were newly minted MBAs who were usually very uptight and unsure of themselves.

Manny and Mike had been doing this long enough to feel comfortable in their own skins and, as a result, everyone around them felt relaxed. People had fun and the work went smoothly. It didn’t hurt that both were handsome and engaging. Mike was funny and built like a rugby player, thick. Manny was charming, tall and loose-limbed with a long, wide nose and piercing, dark eyes. Everyone liked them. Like I said, I liked them.

I had never worked with either of them in the past but after a week on set, several dinners and happy hours, we’d developed a rapport. As the three of us sat there nursing our drinks, the conversation turned to personal details. Nothing too revealing just the normal; how long have you been married, how did you meet, any kids, any desire for kids, where’d you go to school, what’s your dream job, how much longer can you stand the winters in the midwest?

I had only been married for a couple of years. No kids, no desire. Manny, a tall, athletic Latino in his forties, had been married twenty years, loved his life, loved his wife illegal bahis and couldn’t wait to spend his days golfing. Mike was more restless. Mid-thirties, two little kids with a wife who, you guessed it, had no interest in sex since becoming a mother.

We ordered our second bottle of wine. Mike was getting loose and I could see the sparkle in his eye. This happened often on shoots. In fact, my husband, Brian and I had talked about playing with the phenomena – the idea that I would reliably get hit on by clean, professional men and women who were usually married and to whom I had no other connection – would likely never see again.

Back when we were engaged, we’d discovered, at an agency holiday party, that Brian liked to watch. Or, more accurately, we confirmed that he like to watch. He’d mentioned in the bedroom a couple of times and it intrigued me; what it did to him. At the party he watched me make out with a co-worker’s husband who’d been hitting on me all night then cornered me in an office used for coats where heavy petting ensued. Brian had seen the whole thing. It had been his idea that I get ‘cornered’ by this guy so he could watch. When we got home, and for weeks afterward, it was like a drug – it drove him into a sexual frenzy. I had no complaints.

Anyway, Mike’s questions started to inch toward the personal. Manny made a gracious departure, turning in for the night. Within minutes Mike leaned back in his chair and looked me up and down as I sat next to him. I was wearing a flowy little blouse, a light yellow mid-length skirt and sandals – professional but comfortable enough to work in. He grinned, shook his head took a deep drink from his wine.

“What?” I said, with a little chuckle.

“Nothing.” He said, still smiling.

“What!?” I said leaning forward, willing to play.

“You.” He said. “Just, I dunno. You make me wish I were single again.”

“Oh? Why is that?” I said.

He hesitated. “Oh, it doesn’t matter.”

“No?” I said, re-crossing my legs, knowing exactly what was on his mind but dying for him to say it. I took a gulp of wine that filled my cheeks and looked at him as I swallowed.

“I just think we could have fun is all.” He said, as his eyes shifted to my legs then back to my eyes.

“How would that work?” I said. “Aside from you being my client, I mean. I’m married.” My grin was mischievous but challenging.

He took another drink, realizing this was going to be a little more work than he anticipated. After all, I wasn’t going to give it away. Plus, Brian and I had only talked about playing around a little and bringing the stories back home. I wasn’t actually sure just how far we wanted to go. At this point I stood and excused myself to the ladies.

On the way to the restroom I texted my husband: “Mike’s hitting on me.”

Within a minute he texted back: “Fun. Whatya gonna do?

“See what happens. Wink emoji” I texted back.

“Have fun. Tongue out emoji.” He texted.

Back at the table my glass had been refilled. I sat and sipped, looking at Mike, waiting for him to suggest something.

“Your husband is a lucky man.” He said. I could tell he was going to need some help with a line like that but it was cute.

“You think so?” I said, fingering the small gold chain around my neck.

“Oh yes.” He said.

“You can tell just by looking at me that he’s lucky?” I said, opening the door for him a bit.

“Well, I imagine that he is.” A shadow of confusion crossed his brow, unsure how to overcome the barriers of our professional relationship let alone my status as married.

“Really? What do you imagine, exactly, Mike?” I said, kicking the door wide open for him.

He hesitated as his eyes roamed over me. He swallowed and shifted in his chair. I leaned back with a wicked smile and slowly recrossed my legs.

My phone buzzed in my clutch. I opened it. Text from Brian: “?”

I texted back: “He’s trying to close the deal.”

I looked up at Mike, arching an eyebrow. I sipped wine.

“What do I imagine?” He said with a chuckle. “Honestly?”

I nodded and sipped. “Best policy.” I said.

He leaned in. “Honestly,” he said in a low voice, “I imagine taking you upstairs and spending the rest of the night between your legs giving you orgasm after orgasm with my tongue.” He said, his voice faltering slightly at the end. He reached for his wine with a hand that shook almost imperceptibly. He took a long draft.

“Really?” I said, intrigue in my voice. “That’s sounds more like I’d be the lucky one.” Thinking to myself, way to lay it out there Mike.

He chuckled nervously and grinned.

“You enjoy licking pussy?” I asked.

I texted Brian: “Wants to lick my pussy.”

Reply: “Good taste. Literally. LOL”

His eyes widened, startled at the question. “I love it.” He said, his throat going dry. “And I’m pretty good at it.”

“Sounds like your wife’s a lucky girl.” I said. “Is she, Mike? A lucky girl?” My eyes shifted to the bulge in his trousers.

His face reddened as he illegal bahis siteleri shifted in his chair.

“You could be the lucky girl tonight.” He said.

“What about tomorrow? And the next day and next week? You’re my client…” I said.

“I can keep a secret.” He said. “If you can.”

“Let’s take a walk.” I said and stood. “Grab the bottle.”

I walked toward the the beach.

I texted Brian: “Might get pussy licked tonight.”

Reply: “Oy. Details baby. Every lick.”

The boardwalk leading up the beach was dark save for the carnival lights of the pier a quarter of a mile away. After a walking for a few hundred feet I kicked off my sandals and sat. Mike sat next to me.

“I love LA.” I said, as I fished a half a joint out of my clutch, lit it and took a long drag. “Especially when I can expense it.” I exhaled.

Mike laughed as I passed the glowing bit of roach to him. I leaned back, my hands on the smooth wood of the boardwalk.

“So you think I could be a lucky girl tonight, huh?” I said, as he inhaled and passed in back to me.

“I do.” He said, holding his breath as he leaned back, exhaling.

I turned my face to his, he moved closer.

“And you can keep a secret?” I said, as his lips touched mine.

“Mmm hmm.” He moaned.

I dropped the roach in the sand as my mouth opened to him. Our tongues touched tentatively, slowly exploring each other. His hand found the inside of my calf and began to slide up to my knee. I kept my legs together and pulled back, looking into his face barely visible in the low light.

“You’re sure about this?” I whispered. “This is a one way door. And once you go through, it could get dangerous. Unintended consequences.” I breathed into him.

His lips came to mine again, his hand pressed between my knees. Our tongues met and I allowed my knees to yield. His hand slid slowly up the inside of my thigh until his fingers found my panties. My legs parted a bit more as his finger began to explore the heat and moisture he found there.

“Your panties are soaked.” He said.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed” I said, smiling against his lips.

He groaned as his fingered explored.

“We should go up.” I breathed.

Slowly his hand came away, then his lips. Finally, he stood and offered his hand. We walked back.

In the light of the hotel I asked again. “You sure about this?”

“C’mon.” He said, urging me through the lobby, looking for familiar faces.

We entered the elevators.

“Seventeen right?” He said.

“We can’t go to my room. I’m rooming with Gina, the producer.”

He hesitated then pressed twenty-two.

“Okay…We’ll just go to my room.” He said.

We walked the long hallway to his room trying to look as innocent as possible, praying we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. At his door he keyed the lock, opened the door and followed me in. The room was lit and the TV was on. I took three steps down the short hall and into the bedroom to find Manny lying shirtless on one of the beds.

I immediately started laughing and turned around, running into Mike.

“No, no, no.” I said through the laughter. I punched him on the shoulder as I tried to get by him. “You didn’t tell me you were rooming with Manny!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” He said.

“No. No, it’s not fucking fine.” I said, as he turned me around and nudged me back toward the bedroom.

I walked sheepishly into the room as Manny sat up in bed. He was wearing only boxers and made no attempt to cover himself.

“Hi Kate.” He said without a trace of guile but knowing exactly what was going on. “You guys come up for a night cap?”

I looked back at Mike. This was not going to do. There was no way I was going to do anything with Mike while Manny was in the room. In fact, doing anything with Mike was not really an option anymore now that Manny was essentially wise to what we were up to.

“Let me get you a drink.” Mike said plaintively. “Just have a seat.”

I turned and smiled at Manny as I walked toward the chair at the other end of the room. He was frantically pressing buttons on the TV remote. “Hi Manny. Yes, a nightcap. We thought that would be a wonderful, and completely platonic, way to close out a week of successful shooting.” I said, chuckling ruefully.

I glanced at the TV as I passed it and saw, in freeze-frame, a pretty little redhead with a huge black cock pushed halfway into her face. Her eyes were wide open, her mascara running, she looked in that second as though she were about to gag.

“Oh my. Looks like I’ve interrupted something.” I said as I twirled toward Manny, grinning.

He lifted his knees off the the bed, presumably to hide his erection as he dropped the remote. He grinned as a wave of embarrassment washed over him.

“Pour me a shot Mike.” He said.

I sat in the chair and looked at him with a self-satisfied grin.

“You guys were supposed to…” Manny began. I arched my brows in a question. “I wasn’t expecting you.” He chuckled.

Two little canlı bahis siteleri bottles of vodka flew through the air and landed on the bed next to him.

“Well don’t let us interrupt.” I said, as Mike handed me a glass of wine. “Looks like you’re just getting to the good part.”

“Very funny.” He said.

Feeling mischievous, I pressed. “So how does this usually work? You both jack off together or take turns in the room? Or am I the one interrupting something more…mutual?”

“Well, Kate, if you must know.” Manny said, barely suppressing a laugh, “Mike was supposed to spend the rest of the night in your room. Or least trying to get into your room.” He cracked open one of the bottles and drained it. “But as long as you’re here…don’t let me interrupt.”

“Uh huh.” I said, taking a sip of wine. “Well, Mike made some very specific promises downstairs earlier that made no mention of this.” I motioned around the room.

“You won’t even know I’m here.” He said, and hit play on the movie he was watching. The cock began pistoning in and out of the young girl’s face, muted. Manny’s legs unfolded and the tent in his boxers became obvious.

I hesitated, distracted by whatever mystery cock was inside his boxers. I started to calculate what was in front of me, weighing the options, the likely outcome if I stayed. The repercussions. The unintended consequences. Could I trust both of them? I barely knew if I could trust Mike to keep from blabbing. On one hand they were both married and had a reason to say nothing. On the other hand, each seemed willing to betray his wife, so what kind of a marriage was it? I sipped and considered as Mike sat opposite me on the edge of the other bed.

I pulled out my phone and texted my husband: “I’m in their room.”

“What would your wives say about this?” I asked them both as I waited for my husband to reply.

They both agreed their wives would never find out.

“How do you know? I mean I get that you would never tell them but there are other ways for them to find out.” I said.

“Well, for that to happen, someone else would have to tell them.” Mike said.

I looked at Manny. His erection was now straining the fabric of his boxers.

“I came up early to go to bed. Mike came up later. That’s all I know.” Said Manny.

“Their?” Came Brian’s reply.

“Mike AND Manny” I texted.

“Whoa. Two?” He replied.

“Yup.” I texted.

“Ready for that?” He replied.

“Are you?” I texted.

“If you are.” He replied.

“We’ll see.” I texted.

“Can’t wait to hear ALL about it.” He replied. “Tongue emoji.”

I closed my phone and drained my wine holding the glass out to Mike, wagging it in a ‘fill her up’ motion.

“What exactly did Mike promise you?” Manny said.

“Something very, very nice.” I said as if he’d promised me a puppy. Mike filled my glass. “Mike?”

“Mike?” Manny said, looking at Mike.

“Well,” he chuckled, “I might have said something about oral…satisfaction.”

“That’s not exactly what you said, is it?” I said. “Do you want me to replay it? It was quite a promise.”

“Please.” He said with a smirk. “I can’t quite recall the exact words.”

“I think you said you wanted to spend the rest of the night between my legs giving me orgasm after orgasm with your tongue.” I said.

“Oh, that is quite a promise Mike.” Manny said with a chuckle. “I had no idea you were into that sort of thing. I’d like to see that, especially with lovely young Kate here.”

At that moment I began to suspect this was exactly the plan all along. I sat back in my chair and considered as I sipped.

“What do you mean Manny?” I said. “When you say ‘that sort of thing?’ You mean eating pussy? Eating my pussy? Or is it just oral sex in general?”

“Oh, nothing personal. Certain people enjoy it. I never really acquired the taste myself.” He said.

“But you enjoy a blowjob, I’m sure.” I said.

“Of course, but most women don’t really enjoy that either. They just seem to tolerate it.” He said.

“Really?” I said, playing along.

“Do you enjoy it?” He said.

“Sucking dick?” I said. “What do you think?”

“I suppose it depends on the dick.” He mused. “What do you think Mike, does she enjoy it?”

Mike looked like a deer in headlights, hopeful but lost. He grinned, shrugged and sipped his drink. Manny looked at me and cocked an eyebrow. I laughed.

“Ha! The world may never know.” I said.

“Well, if it’s something you enjoy I am sure you’re good at it. I’d love to see that.” Manny said.

Here it was. The moment. My heart began hammering in my chest. I sipped and looked at Mike. We all felt it hanging in the room. I looked back at Manny. His cock was now exposed, sticking out of his boxers through the fly hole, longer than anticipated, brown and shiny, his fist wrapped around the base, pumping slowly. The truth was, I did love sucking dick. And I was good at it.

The heat between my legs was building, itching, pulsing. I looked back to Mike and slowly uncrossed my legs, his eyes fixed on the fleeting space between my knees as I pulled them slowly to together. In a move heavy with consequences, I set my drink on the side table and faced Mike squarely.

Soundlessly I said, “Come here.”

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Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.

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It’s amazing the difference a good dildo can make.

Now that Willem could fill his hole anytime he wanted, he was starting to feel a little bit more in control. He was still powerless over the inevitable tidal wave of buzzing that swept over him, slowly clouding his mind until he submitted himself to whichever man the curse saw fit to send him to next. But with the ability to ease the incessant itching in his hole, he at least felt like he was starting to see things more clearly.

Resistance was futile. It always had been. Anytime he had tried to circumvent the curse, it would find a way to punish him. Well, he was through playing hard to get. He was going to meet his fate head-on and fuck his way through the City of Angels.

Because you see, Willem had a secret.

He wasn’t an idiot. He was aware of the changes that were happening to his mind along with his body. He knew that the curse was wearing him down, trying to convince him that he was nothing but a bottom.

“Who would ever want to be straight?” said a voice in his head. “A boring life of average, vanilla sex. You’re living the dream. You get to fuck real men, get to feel what it’s like when a man gifts you with his seed. THAT’S real living.”

And so, Willem pretended. He played the part, going through the motions of allowing man after to man to fuck him to completion as he rode the wave of that lustful buzzing. He even let himself enjoy the way it felt, to fully give in to the sensations in the moment as they happened.

Because all the while, in the depths of Willem’s mind, he had carved out a small place where nothing could reach him, not even the curse. There he kept his memories of his old life: his first kiss with a girl; the night he lost his virginity to Allison Gordon; the series of hookups he and his friends racked up over their last year of high school, racing to see who could fuck the most girls before college.

This was his hiding spot, the place he would return to after every fuck to check in with himself. Just to make sure he hadn’t lost himself. He would run through each of his heterosexual experiences in his mind, pulling them out one by one, running his fingers over them, then placing them delicately back on the shelf.

“I’m straight,” he would whisper to himself when he was alone after the top had left. “I will always be straight.” Then he would lock the door to his hiding spot, knowing that his true self would be there waiting for him the next time he needed it.

Willem was nothing if not pragmatic. He knew that the only way around the curse was through it, but he was confident that he could protect the precious seeds of himself that still remained. This was all just temporary, nothing more. And, if he were proactive enough, he would hopefully be straight again by the time that college rolled around in the fall.

Willem said nothing about his secret hiding spot, not even to Jake. He and Jake had started hanging out regularly since the day he fucked the cop. Jake was actually a pretty cool guy, plus he was understanding if Willem needed to step away for a few minutes to go fuck the bear who just walked out of the 24-hour fitness.

Since his parents had rescinded their offer to pay for him to attend Caltech, Jake had gotten a job at a coffee shop in Weho, trying to earn enough money to put himself through community college. Willem visited him at work frequently, taking advantage of the free coffee while he trawled for dick.

“How many guys are you up to?” Jake asked as he wiped down the espresso machine.

“32,” said Willem. “Wait, no–33. I’m forgetting the sign spinner outside of Liberty Tax.”

“Clearly he wasn’t anything to write home about.”

“Yeah, weird cock. Very curved.”

“Have you heard from Josh lately?” asked Jake. “Or Dan, or Adam?”

Willem shook his head. “They can go fuck themselves. Homophobic assholes.”

“You were one of those homophobic assholes too, once,” said Jake with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, well, let’s just say I have a better appreciation for what it’s like,” said Willem. “How are things with your parents?”

Jake shrugged. “Nonexistent. Ever since I moved out of their house and into the new apartment–which is shit, by the way–they haven’t reached out to me at all.”

Willem frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” said Jake as he leaned against the counter. “They made things pretty clear. Plus I should be able to have enough saved up to start at LACC in the fall.”

Jake turned to greet the customer who had just walked in. Willem recognized him as Jin, a buoyant Korean guy in his early 20s who was a regular of Jake’s. He looked around the coffee shop while Jin ordered, keeping his eyes peeled for the signature pink haze that would direct him to his next top.

“How about you? Are you going?”

Willem snapped out of dick-hunting mode to see Jin staring at him expectantly.

“Sorry, illegal bahis going to what?” he asked.

“They’re protesting some homophobic douchebag giving a speech in Orange County tomorrow,” said Jake as he handed Jin his latte.

“Not just any homophobic douchebag. John Hicks is like Satan incarnate. He’s an asshole congressman from bumfuck nowhere who hates the gays, women, and pretty much anyone who isn’t White Jesus. Me and my girls are getting a group together tomorrow to protest his speech. You wanna come?”

Willem made a face. “Sounds like a terrible time.”

Jin pursed his lips. “If us gays don’t fight tooth and nail for our rights, they’ll be taken away before you know it.”

“I’m not gay,” Willem said defensively.

Jin stared at him dumbly. “I literally fucked you last week. In THAT bathroom.” He pointed towards the back of the coffee shop.

Jake rolled his eyes. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Huh,” said Willem. “I forgot about that one.” He turned to Jake. “34.”

“Whatever,” said Jin. “I gotta get going. Jake, you have my number. Text me if you wanna go. I’ve got extra glitter for the signs.”

Willem raised an eyebrow as he left. “What a drama queen.”

Jake frowned, wiping down the counter with a rag. “I don’t think he’s being dramatic at all. Hicks is a fucking asshole, and he deserves a good protest. I’m gonna go.”

“I guess. I just don’t see what showing up and making a big fuss is actually going to accomplish.”

Jake’s eyes blazed with anger. “I know that you don’t get it because you’re just fucking dudes, and you’re not actually gay. But guys like Hicks make life a fucking nightmare for the rest of us. You think my parents don’t watch people like him on TV and eat that shit up like it’s Gospel?”

Willem stared at him, at a loss for words.

“I’m going to grab something from the back,” said Jake, throwing his rag down onto the counter as he walked away.

Willem sipped his coffee, looking guiltily down at the cup. Jake was right, he’d only been fucking guys for a month now and was already seeing how differently people treated you. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have to deal with this for the rest of your life. Not to mention the fact that, when this summer ended, Willem would be off to UCLA on his parent’s dime while Jake would be struggling to pay his way through community college.

Willem pulled out his phone. He searched for John Hicks, pulling up YouTube videos of his speeches. He played one from a speech Hicks had given at a national convention.

“Whatever happened to freedom of speech?” he asked. “Freedom of religion? Last I checked, this was still America, not Iran or North Korea. The Constitution guarantees us those rights, yet if you have the audacity to fight for the family, to promote the biblical institution of marriage as God intended, then suddenly you’re labeled a bigot! Well, if that’s the case, then I wear the label of bigot proudly.”

As unlikeable as Hicks was, Willem had to admit the guy was pretty handsome. He had a sharp jawline and salt-and-pepper hair that lent a greater air of authenticity to the diatribe coming out of his mouth.

Willem watched as the video on the phone began to flicker. The little dots of light morphed from red, green, and blue into a dull pink that surrounded Congressman Hicks as he spoke to the crowd.

“No fucking way…” he whispered.

There was no doubt about it. Hicks was surrounded by the pink haze in the video. Willem could even feel the buzzing lurking underneath his skin, like a shark beneath the waves.

Jake walked back out to find Willem staring at his phone, his mouth agape. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You’re not gonna like this,” he said.

Jake stared at the video on his phone, then back at Willem. His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? Him?”

Willem nodded.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna fuck him,” said Jake.

“I don’t have a choice!” Willem groaned. “Not that I have any idea how in the hell I could possibly get him to do it. The guy couldn’t be more homophobic.”

“Are you kidding?” asked Jake. “Seducing him is the easy part. It’s letting an asshole like him fuck you that’s gonna be a challenge.”

“What are you talking about? You think he’s gay?”

Jake shrugged. “The biggest homophobes always are. I mean, who cares that much about gay people? He’s gotta be a self-hating closet case.”

Willem groaned. “I can’t believe I have to let that guy fuck me. This sucks.”

Jake grabbed his arm. “Wait a second,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “I think we have an opportunity here.”

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They got to the venue around 30 minutes before Congressman Hicks’ speech the next morning. The place was already packed with protestors carrying large signs saying “NO HATE IN MY STATE” and “IF GOD HATES GAYS WHY ARE WE SO CUTE”.

They wormed their way through the crowd towards Jin, who greeted Jake with a kiss on the cheek. He handed a sign illegal bahis siteleri to Jake, then went to hand one to Willem when Willem waved him off.

“What’s up with the outfit?” asked Jin as he stared at him quizzically. “You look like a Jehovah’s Witness.”

Willem blushed. He was dressed in his Sunday best, a white button-down shirt with dress pants and a paisley tie. He stood out like a sore thumb in the sea of colors and glitter that surrounded them.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Jake. “What time’s he supposed to come out?”

“Any minute now,” said Jin. “And when she does, we’re gonna fucking eviscerate her.”

By the time Congressman Hicks arrived and walked out onstage for his speech, he was greeted by an almost unanimous chorus of booing. Willem stayed silent, watching him with apprehension. The man was rippling pink light, the proximity of which made Willem’s hole throb in anticipation. He closed his eyes to center himself. “Stick to the plan,” he thought.

“Free speech is a Divine gift,” Hicks said into the microphone. “It allows us to know and be known by others. Now some out there in the woke media will try to crush the opposition by labeling us racist or homophobic. But that’s just not the case. There’s nothing wrong with stating the Biblical Truth, which is that marriage is between a man and a woman.”

The crowd booed. Jin waved his sign angrily.

“Let him speak!” yelled Willem. Jin stared at him in shock. “We love you, Congressman Hicks! Hicks for President!” Willem shouted out.

Hicks grinned and pointed at Willem in the crowd. “Good to see some of the youth of today’s society haven’t lost the faith. Now, as I was saying…”

Jin smacked Willem with his sign. “Are you kidding me? Get the fuck out of here with that bullshit! I did not invite you here so you could join the “Pray the Gay Away” bandwagon, bitch.”

Jake grabbed Willem and pulled him away. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

They walked back through the crowd towards the exit, ducking the angry looks bombarding them from all sides. Phase one of their plan was complete.

“You’re sure he’s going to stick around after?” asked Willem.

Jake nodded. “His website said he would be signing copies of his book in the conference center after his speech.”

Willem rolled his eyes. “What kind of a book name is ‘Woke Me Up Before My Guns Go?'”

“A gay one, if you ask me. What straight person listens to ‘Wham!’?”

By the time Hicks’ speech was over, Willem was first in line at the book-signing table.

“Ah, my biggest supporter,” said Hicks as he slid into the seat behind the table. He smiled up at Willem. “Always nice to meet a young person with a good head on their shoulders.”

Being so close to Hicks made Willem’s mind start to cloud again with lust. He ignored the urge to grab Hicks’ tie and straddle the man right then and there. He blinked, trying to ignore both his insane dislike for the man and an undeniable desire to taste his cum.

He nodded. “Absolutely, sir. It’s a shame what they’ve done to our country. Pretty soon they’ll have us all in dresses.”

Hicks nodded gravely. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. Now, how do you want me to address it?”

He reached his hand out to grab the book Willem was holding. “How about, ‘To my number one fan, Alex’?” said Willem.

Hicks opened the book. His face blanched.

Willem smirked. He knew exactly what Hicks was looking at. He had taken the picture last night in his bedroom using the time delay countdown feature on his phone. In the picture Willem was on his knees facing away from the camera, his hands spreading apart his juicy cheeks to reveal the smooth hole in between. His face was hidden, his head turned away from the camera so all you could see were his bouncy blond curls.

Underneath it, he’d written the words: “Fuck me?”

Hicks swallowed nervously. He closed the book, looking up at Willem. “What is this?” he asked quietly.

Willem smirked. “You can keep it,” he said. “My number’s on the back.”

Hicks stared at him for a moment, shooting a lustful glance down Willem’s body. He slid the photo out of the book and folded it in half, slipping it in his suit pocket. He quickly signed Willem’s book, then handed it back to him.

“Thanks!” said Willem, winking at him as he walked away. Phase two was now complete.

Willem was restless on the car ride back, rubbing up against the passenger seat as the buzzing sizzled through his body.

“Jesus, is it that bad?” asked Jake as he looked at Willem with concern.

“It’s pretty fucking bad,” said Willem, moaning. “Are you sure he’ll text?”

“He took the picture, right?” asked Jake. Willem nodded. “Then he’ll text.”

“Ugh, he better text soon. I’m fucking dying for cock.”

Willem reached down and unbuckled his pants. He took the dildo out of his pocket and slid it inside his hole, sighing as he sank down on it.

“You fucking carry that thing with you?” asked Jake incredulously.

“What? canlı bahis siteleri It helps me think,” said Willem as he fucked himself on it.

“Just don’t get cum on my car seat.”

Willem spent the rest of the day at Jake’s apartment, pacing restlessly and fucking himself intermittently with the dildo as he waited for Hicks to message him.

Finally, just before 6 pm, he got a text from an unknown number.

“Is this Alex?” it read.

“Yep,” he replied. “Is this Hicks?”

“Send me another pic,” said Hicks.

Willem pulled down his pants and held the phone out, taking a picture of his juicy bubble butt. He made sure he didn’t have his face in the shot before he quickly sent it off.

“Fuck, boy,” replied Hicks. “You free tonight?”

“What did you have in mind?” Willem texted back. He added a winky face and a devil emoji for good measure.

“I can get us a hotel room in an hour. Can’t stay long though. My wife and kids are in town with me.”

“Text me the deets and I’m there,” responded Willem.

“Well?” asked Jake.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” said Willem, grinning.

Jake drove him to the Beverly Hills Hotel shortly before 7 pm. Willem anxiously clutched the small paper bag he had with him, trying to focus his mind. He needed to be sharp if they were going to pull this off.

“Call me when he leaves,” said Jake. “I’ll be downstairs. And if anything goes wrong-“

“I know,” said Willem, rolling his eyes. “It’s not my first rodeo, you know.”

Jake smirked. “Yeah, I’m well aware.”

Hicks had told him to come to room 311. Willem was filled with nervous energy as he entered the elevator of the hotel, exacerbated by the electric buzzing that was already starting to cloud his mind with horniness.

“Focus,” he said to himself. “Just a little bit longer and you can give in all you want.”

He approached the door to the room and knocked three times. He waited for a moment, then heard the sound of footsteps. The door opened to reveal Hicks, standing there with a glass of bourbon and his tie loosened. He looked Willem up and down with a smirk.

“Get in here you little slut.”

Willem went to enter when suddenly the man put his hand on his chest, making Willem’s cock leak in his pants.

“You’re 18, right?”

Willem nodded, the smell of the man’s musk invading his nostrils and making his head swirl. “Yes, daddy,” he mewled softly.

The man tapped him on the cheek. “Good boy.”

He put his arm on Willem’s back and ushered him into the hotel room. Willem could feel his mind starting to feel like cheesecloth again as the need to be filled overwhelmed him. He pinched his leg, trying his best to stay focused.

Hicks finished his drink and set it down on the nightstand, staring lecherously at Willem. He ran his fingertips down Willem’s arm, making the blond surfer boy moan in delight.

“You like older men?” he asked as he tweaked Willem’s nipple.

“Yes…” Willem moaned, his little nub standing to full attention in his pants.

Hicks reached his hand up and grabbed a handful of Willem’s curls, yanking his head back. He shoved his tongue roughly in Willem’s mouth, invading the boy with his probing tongue. Willem could taste the bourbon on his breath, feel his hands sliding down his pants and squeezing his bubble butt.

It took every ounce of Willem’s willpower to put his hands on Hicks’ chest and push him gently away, breaking the kiss. “Can I have a drink first?” he asked dizzily.

Hicks grinned. “Sure,” he said. He turned back to the minibar, crouching down to rustle through it. While his back was turned, Willem pulled out his phone and opened up the camera function. He quietly snuck over to the dresser, setting it up surreptitiously underneath the TV facing the bed.

“I’ve got poppers too if you want ’em,” said Hicks as he pulled out a bottle of bourbon and poured it into a glass with ice.

Willem hit record on his phone, then quickly turned back around just as Hicks turned to hand him the bourbon. He took the drink from him and smiled.

“Just the drink is fine, thanks,” he said, sipping it.

“You know, I’m glad you’re not all faggy like so many of the guys in LA,” said Hicks. “I can’t stand the screaming queens who need to rub it in everyone’s faces. Nothing gets my dick softer.” He shuddered. “You ever party and play?”

Willem had no idea what that meant, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. The buzzing was growing so intense it was making it hard for him to concentrate. Every inch of his body was screaming out to get fucked, but he knew that he still had something to do before he could get railed. What was it again? And why was Hicks staring at him? Oh, that’s right. He’d asked him a question. Willem had already forgotten what it was. He shook his head dumbly.

“That’s a shame. Makes fucking way better.” He nodded at the paper bag that Willem was still clutching. “I hope you don’t have condoms in there, cause I only go raw.”

Willem looked down at the bag in his hand. He’d forgotten he was holding it. He reached in and pulled out a black rubber gimp mask and stared at it curiously.

That’s right! The next part of the plan.

Willem smiled. “I was thinking you could fuck me in this,” he giggled.

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Chapter 1: Sudden Love From Behind

Amanda: Thanks again for setting up this date for me Estephania.

Estephania: Don’t mention it. It’s my duty as your childhood friend and best woman to make sure that you’ll say goodbye to your life as a single lady and hello to the one as a married woman without having any unfulfilled fantasies and desires.

Amanda: If only Bruno could think like you do… To be honest i’m feeling kind of guilty that i’m about to cheat on him the night before our marriage.

Estephania: There is no reason for that. He is having his bachelor party and you’re going to have yours any time now.

Amanda: He is probably fucking the stripper’s brains out as we speak.

Estephania: I hope he doesn’t go tender and romantic on her as well!

Amanda: Oh…don’t be such a bitch! He isn’t THAT soft…i hope.

Estephania: I made a copy of your keys and gave it to Rodrigo. When you hear the sound of keys, get in position and he’ll take it from there.

Meanwhile in the apartment building’s hallway…

DRRRRIIIINNNN!!

Rodrigo: Blasted cellphone! Who is it now? Yes, who is it please? Yes, it’s me, what happened? WHAT? Where are they taking her? Okay, i’m on my way!

Bruno: Yo, bro! What’s up?

Rodrigo: My mother had a heart attack and they’re taking her to the hospital!

Bruno: Sorry to hear this my friend.

Rodrigo: Oh, man! And i had a date with a first class illegal bahis babe!! I have to go!

Bruno: Good luck, you’re going to need it. It looks like that tonight is a shitty night for everyone. Let’s see how my gal is doin!

Amanda: He is here! I have to hang up the phone, see you tomorrow at the church!!

Estephania: Later girlfriend, have fun!!

Amanda turned off the lights, ran back to the bedroom, and fell on all fours. Bruno opened the door while he was lost in thought.

Bruno: The fuckers can keep those paid whores for themselves. My heart and my body fluids belong ONLY to Amanda! Huh? What are these small candles doin on the floor? Did my baby lit them? Hey, there are rose petals as well! My bae knew that i would never cheat on her and she’s been waiting for me to come back so she could “reward me”.

Bruno made his way to the bedroom and for the first time in his life, forgot that he was a conservative and traditional “boy scout” and received a strong erection.

Amanda: I’ve been waiting for you anxiously. I hope you liked the atmosphere i made. As you can see i’m ready and i even put lube inside my butthole for easier access. Do what you have to do and…

HRATCH!!

Bruno ripped her thong and stuck his hard Mexican cock to Amanda’s curvy and juicy Latina ass. Amanda was delighted, she had never experienced such, brutality, such raw, unrestrained masculinity before. “Rodrigo” proceeded to illegal bahis siteleri grab her by the hair and slap her buttcheeks as hard as he could in order to turn them red.

Amanda: Aaaahhh…AAAhhh…AAAHHH!!

Bruno: RRRRRRrrrrrrr!!

Amanda: ( He is a true beast, a force of nature).

Bruno: (I never thought that pushing shit would be so hot and addicting).

Amanda: Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh!! Fuck the SHIT out of me!! Rip me, break me in twoooooooo!!

Bruno: ( Time to surprise her even more with some creativity).

Bruno let her hair fall, grabbed her two arms, picked her up and put her to Reverse Cowgirl position.

Amanda: OOOOOhhhhh!! CRIPPLEEEE MEEE!! MAKE ME WALK FUNNY TOMORROW IN MY WEDDINGGGG!! MMMNNNNN!!

Bruno: ( Damn, she’s kinky)!

Amanda: ( My anus is hurting but the pain only increases my pleasure. I am his now and forever! I want him to fuck my shitthole until i get too old and gray. Sorry Bruno, you will never match this stud). FUCK YEAHHHHH!! TEAR MY FUCKING SHITTHOLE APAARRRTTT!!

I’M YOURRRR FUCKTOY!!I LOVE YOU, I LOVVVEEE YOOOUUUU!!

Bruno: (Bruno you son of a bitch, your chick is housewife material)!

Amanda: I’M CUMMING…I’M…UUURRRGGGHHH!

Bruno: (…i guess i overdid it a little).

Amanda: Oh, no! I’m so ashamed!! Please forgive me, this was the first time i tried anal sex and…

Bruno: No need to apologize honey, your primitive four canlı bahis siteleri legged position, awoke my inner caveman and i went all out on you. I am the one who should…

Amanda: Hush! Don’t ruin it.

Bruno: I did not sleep with the stripper. You are the only mamacita i want to bang, now and forever! Sorry for being such a cuck all this time.

Amanda: SMOOCH!! You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me. My boy FINALLY became a man i can be proud of!

Bruno: Now you can say that i LITERALLY fucked the shit out of you!

Amanda: Sorry, love…

Bruno: I don’t mind it as long as it comes from you. I love every single thing about you, regardless of how beautiful or ugly it is.

Amanda:…SSSNNNIIIFFF!! There are no more men like you out there!

Bruno: They broke the mold when they made me because i was the coldest mothafucka in the neighbourhood.

Amanda: He, he! I can’t wait to give birth to your children.

Bruno: Kids don’t come from the ass though, so why don’t we try some good old fashioned missionary once we’ve taken a shower?

Amanda: We need to clean up this mess as well. What do you say lover? Care to give your future spouse a hand?

Bruno: I ain’t cleanin up YOUR mess! Get your sorry ass and get rid of your own crap, woman!

Amanda:…

Bruno: I didn’t…

Amanda: It was perfect! That’s exactly how i want you to treat me in AND outside of the bedroom.

Bruno: You know somethin? I like this new side of myself as well! Who said that it’s bad luck for the marriage if the groom spends the night with the bride before the wedding?

Amanda: Quite the opposite. Ha, ha, ha!

THE END

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[The story so far: I’ve recently divorced my wife, and am raising my son by myself. After a long abstinence, I’ve met a woman (Angela) and we’ve been indulging in anal sex, new to both of us. In the course of getting to know each other, I’d helped her out with an email problem, and as a result, gotten access to her email, after seeing one from a friend of hers (Jules for short, probably Julia or Julie – I’d never met her or heard of her). My babysitter (Samantha) was staying at my place one night, and caught me “doing a money shot” over Angela, and I saw her in the shadows of the stairs. None of us had broached the issue, but in a deep conversation one night with Samantha, I found myself backed into a corner and admitting that I did think about her naked…

The cast:
Me: 36 yrs male
My son: Daniel
My girlfriend: Angela, 40 yrs
The babysitter: Samantha, 18 yrs
Samantha’s dad: Bill
Samantha’s brother: David
Bill’s late wife: Michelle
Bill’s girlfriend: Barbara
Angela’s friend: Jules
My ex-wife: Sharon
Daniel’s friend: Stephen
Stephen’s parents: Ken and Simone]

*

I sat with baited breath. I’d just divulged that I thought about her naked, with all the implications behind that. How would she respond?

She just sat there. Perhaps not the first thing I thought she’d do. Run out screaming? That was on the list of “Possible responses to me telling an 18 year old girl I thought about her naked”. Slap me? That was on the list too. But just sit there? No way.

I waited. Letting her finish whatever thinking she was doing.

The doorbell rang. Jesus wept, of all the times to come, why is the take-away coming NOW?

I sat there, till Samantha got up and answered the door, looking like a zombie as she walked across the room. A few moments later she came back in carrying the take-away.

“Mmm. Smells good,” she said.

OK, what’s going on?, I wondered. She put the bags on the coffee table, went into the kitchen and returned with plates and cutlery, still saying nothing. Then she dished up some of the food onto our plates, and handed one to me.

“Samantha, say something. What’s going on?”

“Eat up before it gets cold Andy…. Oh, yum, this beef is delicious.”

She picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV. One of those programs came on where people send in clips of their animals doing stupid things. We sat, in silence to begin with; eventually starting to chuckle at some of the clips, till eventually it was like nothing had happened. But I could tell by a glazed look on her face when the adverts came on, that she was still thinking things over every now and again.

But I knew that it had all happened, and that we had to deal with it. So when we finished, I took our plates away (she didn’t like spare ribs, unfortunately, so I didn’t get my kick of seeing her suck her fingers clean). I sat back down, on the sofa opposite, and flicked off the TV.

“Samantha. We’ve just had a very open heart-to-heart, and I’d like to know where we stand. Talk to me.”

She sat back in the sofa, hugging her baggy jumper around her.

“Andy, it’s weird. I mean, I never thought that you would think of me like that… and I’m not sure what I think.”

I waited for her to continue.

“Can I be frank with you?” she said, eventually.

“Of course.”

“Well – don’t get too freaked out here, heaven knows I’m freaked out enough myself – but part of me likes the idea that you think of me that way. No-one has ever felt that way before – or at least they’ve never admitted it – and it’s nice to know that I can have that effect on a man.” She took a sharp breath in. “Oh! I don’t mean you specifically, of course. Just a man… Any man.

“But part of me is scared that I don’t really know how to respond to that. I’m eighteen years old, and I don’t know how to handle someone who thinks of me like that. Don’t you think that’s pathetic?”

“Not at all Samantha – you’re not the only one like that. Hell, there were times when I was with Sharon that women came on to me, and I – In fact, now that I mention it, there’s a woman at the swimming pool who regularly still does come onto me in the most brazen way, and I STILL don’t know how to handle her. And I’m a damned site older than you are. Don’t you think THAT’S pathetic?”

She snorted her approval. “Yeah, I guess so. You got me beat. I guess I’m saying it’s a lot to think about. And I guess I should be flattered, though.”

“So… are we still friends?”

“Oh Andy, you’re such a boy sometimes. How can we be friends when all you can think about is what I’ve got under these clothes?” As she said this, she smoothed down the front of her jumper, allowing her shape to show through for once. Was that deliberate? Either way, those puppies look delicious, I couldn’t help thinking. Then she smirked at me, obviously having seen where I was looking. I shook my head, laughing, and turned the TV back on.

We spent the next hour or so in near silence, watching TV. Me wondering how this was illegal bahis going to end – would she want to even speak to me in future? Would she think I fancied her? Would she tell her dad? – and her seeming to take a few opportunities to stretch, thrusting her boobs out, or looking at me from the corner of her eye then looking away quickly as I returned the look. But at other times, she looked worried, deep in thought, as though she really wasn’t sure what to do next.

Then she stood up. “Andy, I think I’d better go. I’ve got a lot to think about, and it’ll be easier back at home.”

“Of course,” I said, standing up quickly to help her get ready. “I’ll phone for a -“. Then I remembered. “Oh hell.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well your dad … errm… after we met at the supermarket… he phoned me later, and we kind of agreed that I’d be out late tonight, to keep you here… ” I hastily corrected myself. “- I mean, to give your dad some quiet time with Babs.”

“I know full well what you meant. Dad wants me out of the way so he can have Barbara to himself. After all, that’s what you men think about all the time, right?”

I couldn’t tell whether she was angry or playing. “Well, that’s not what I meant -“

“That’s exactly what you meant. If you meant it about you, then it applies to my dad as well.”

“Now Angela, be real, your dad’s a nice bloke -“

“Yes, a nice bloke. But still a bloke. And I thought you were a nice bloke, and you’ve admitted that you have lewd thoughts about me. Case closed. He wanted me out of the way, so that…” She paused mid-rant. “Oh, what’s the use. So that’s the plan is it? I stay here tonight?”

“Well, not the plan, but it’s a suggestion. And I never said I had lewd thoughts, just that I imagine you naked.”

“You can’t get that much lewder. Right then…” She paused, thinking for a moment, “If I’m being kicked out of my own bed, maybe we should go to yours. Come on, let’s go to bed.” She held her hand out to me to lead me upstairs.

Fuck me! I didn’t see that one coming!

“I… er…. sorry?”, I spluttered.

“Well, if you’re having lewd thoughts about me, maybe we should follow up on them. After all, your advice was to practice before I get married.”

“You want to … with me… now?”

She looked at me for a moment, and then burst out laughing. “Oh, Andy, you should see your face. I wish I had a camera.” Then she stepped towards me, leaned in, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “You’re a decent man, Andy. It’s good to have a friend like you. But right now, I need to think about what you’ve said. So I’m going to bed. The spare bed. Alone. And you can go upstairs and … well, think about what Angela said to you on the phone, for example. And please, whatever you do, try to ignore the fact that I didn’t bring any pyjama’s with me, and I certainly won’t be wearing these Mrs Doubtfire clothes when I’m in my bed tonight.”

And with that, she went upstairs. No, she flounced up them. How could someone so naive be so coquettish as well. That was enticing combination.

——————————

I phone Angela a bit later.

“Hey babe,” she answered, “how are you and sweet, sweet Samantha getting on?”

“Fine… but I had to admit something to her.”

“Oh jesus, Andy, what’s happened?”

“Well, I kind of painted myself into a corner, whilst talking about how all boys do is think about women, specifically women naked, all the time. And men do it as well. And how boys and men wank alot. And -“

“And she asked you if you thought about her like that?”

“Yes. How did you know?”

“I’m a woman. That’s what I’d ask.”

“Oh. I see… Well she didn’t ask if I wanked over her. Just if I imagined what she looked like naked.”

“And I’m guessing from your tone of voice that you said yes.”

“What was I supposed to say? She looked like it was really important how I answered. If I said no, she’d have been upset. If I said yes, well… she might have been upset as well, but at least there was a slight chance she might be flattered and pleased.”

“What you mean is, if you’d said yes, you were hoping certain things would happen, right?”

“No, Angela, be serious. Well, OK, maybe a little bit. But I would have stopped it, as that wouldn’t have been right.”

“But it would have boosted your frail little man’s ego to know that she, a sweet innocent 18 year old, wanted you, an old fart. I know, I know, I’ve been there before. So how did she react?”

“Well, she thought about it a lot. We had dinner. She teased me, and now she’s gone to bed.”

“And you want me to come over and do the whole Samantha fantasy thing again, is that it?”

“Baby, you know that’s not what I want. Well, OK, again, maybe a little bit of me. Actually, quite a big bit of me. And it’s getting bigger by the second… Anyway, I wanted your advice on what to do next. You’re a woman, you should know better than me.” I waited for her divine inspiration.

“I’m a woman, am I? Glad to noticed. I was beginning illegal bahis siteleri to think that your obsession with my ass had got you all confused. So she’s talking to you, joking, flirting, and you’re still asking me what to do?”

“Yes. And I’m still waiting for an answer, I hasten to add.”

“She seems OK to me. Let her sleep on it. Call me in the morning if the shopping’s off.”

“Is that it?”

“What did you expect?”

“Well, I was kind of hoping you’d say something which would lead me into seducing you to coming over here for the night.”

“So that you could call me Samantha as you came in me? No chance, baby. You’re pleasing yourself tonight. Give me a call tomorrow. ‘Night!”

And with that, she was gone.

——————————

I sat up for a bit longer, ruminating over everything that happened, and then went to bed. But before actually going to sleep, I logged and quickly checked my email, and obviously check Angela’s as well.

There was another mail from Jules. This time, I scrolled to the bottom and read back up the way, from the oldest mail to the newest, in order.

First, there was an initial mail from Jules:

Angela, my dearest.

What’s the latest on the Andy front? Is the hunk of spunk still going strong?

I had a chance to watch that video of yours at last. I know I was there filming it, but it’s always great to see the output of your own artistry without seeing it through the lens. I think it turned out quite well, don’t you?

I bet he wanked himself stupid watching it.

My, how I’d have loved to have been a fly on that wall. I can see it now, Andy wanking that fine cock of his, playing with his balls, unable to take his eyes of you with that vibe in your asshole. I bet he came when you started pushing the rabbit into you as well – no hot blooded hetero man could resist that, I’ll bet.

Here’s some news: I met a new beau last night: Nick. Or Nick the Prick as I’ve called him. Not in a bad way (as in, he’s not a total prat like that last gym catch), but in a good way (he’s scrummy, and almost as well endowed as Andy). Nice fit body. Buns of steel and all that.

Sweet jesus, but it’s been a good time since I had a nice stiff cock in me. Nick was great – taking it slowly at first and then getting a bit more physical with each passing minute… and there were a lot of them, let me tell you. He probably lasted longer than any one I’ve ever been with (and honey, you know that’s saying something!). I think I’m walking a bit funny today as a consquence!

Maybe the four of us could get together, waddyafink? I can just see it now, you and me kneeling on the sofa, our arses bared to the world, with Andy and Nick standing tall and proud behind us, unable to believe they’re about to fuck the best asses available in the world. Then we’d get the boys lubed up, and let them get us lubed up, and then they push into our rears at the same time, filling us to the brim.

That would be sweet … you and I getting our arses reamed together… side by side. Will the boys be able to last as long when they’re seeing two delectable little pairs of cheeks side-by-side?

Of course, you know my penchant for a little ass-to-mouth, so I’d be forced to go down on both of them after they’d come in our tushes. I hope you don’t mind… it might be the only chance I get to touch the fantasy-made-real that is Andy….

Hugs,
J. x

Jesus, she wants a foresome? I wondered how Angela would take that, and read on eagerly.

Jules, you trollop, keep your greedy eyes and grubby little hands of my fellow.

It’s going well with Andy, really well. I trust him totally. So stop taking the piss out him.

You know on the video I mentioned wearing a schoolgirl outfit, well I’ve gone and bought one. Jesus, I look positively nasty in it. I think he’ll come in his pants when he sees me – short skirt, blouse tied off at the waist, knee-length socks, and I’ll be wearing pigtails. Just like Britney…. boy, that girl’s got a lot to answer for. I’m going to surprise him with it soon. I’m loving the pigtails – I’m hoping he’ll use them to hold me back while he gives me a right old going over.

Do you think he’ll follow up on the “Daddy” section of the video? Now, you know me, I’ve got nothing like that going on with my dad, where-ever he is now, but it’s one of my secret fantasies: to be spanked by some archetypal father-figure, stern, demanding, impossibly turned on at the writhing female flesh beneath him, knowing that it should be avoided at all costs, but unable to resist the call of the loins and the smell of hot female juices wafting up from below his hand..

Andy did get a hard on when we spanked recently (listen to me, it’s ALL recently, given how long we’ve known each other)… I just think he won’t go along with the Daddy bit – as he IS actually a dad, it’ll seem a bit weird to him. I wish he would though – it’ll be the fulfillment of a lifelong fantasy.

If he does, I’m canlı bahis siteleri going to do something special for him in return: he mentioned at some point that he’s never been deep-throated. I’d love to do it, but never met a man big enough, or important enough to me, for me to bother learning. Do you have any tips?

Angela.

Only one thought crossed my mind: “Ah man, that’s gonna be one hot session. ‘Do I want to be the Daddy?’ … who the fuck wouldn’t when it’s Angela being the girl? And knowing he’s going to get deep-throated afterwards?” I could feel my prick paying attention already….

Then finally, Jules’ reply:

Ang baby, of course I’ll teach you my tricks. But it’s gotta be a practical exam, not a theoretical one. Bring that well-used old vibrator of yours over one night (how’s about Thursday?) and I’ll teach you everything I know. By the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll be able to deep-throat a sword. And I don’t mean a pork one!

And if the worst comes to the worst, we’ll do this: you turn up in your little girls outfit and get yourself fucked good and proper. Then tie him up, blindfold him, I’ll come out of hiding, and I’ll give him his deepthroat. He’ll never be able to tell the difference. Of course, if he wants it again in future, you’ll need to keep on wheeling me out, but I think I’ll survive. Hell, maybe I should tie you up as well and let Andy’s nine-incher stretch my back passage as well as yours. Sounds, interesting, yes?

Love and kisses,
J.

What? Jules was going to teach Angela how to deep throat? Jesus, I hoped it works. I’d never been deep-throated till that point. And she was joking about standing in for Angela if Angela couldn’t do it… wasn’t she?

To say that my dreams were all about Samantha would be a lie. Many of them involved Samantha and Angela. Others involved Samantha, Angela, and the as-yet-unseen Jules, all three of them deep-throating me in turn. Then me tied to the bed, Jules planting her ass on my cock, Angela and Samantha kissing her, sucking her tits, fingering her cunt, licking her cunt and then kissing me.

———————————-

I woke up with a raging erection, but could hear Samantha and Daniel downstairs playing, so I took the rare opportunity to lay back and have a quick wank, thinking about Angela coming over later, and her and I having quick and dirty sex together.

Then I showered, dressed and went into the kitchen. I could hear Angela’s voice as I went downstairs, the two girls planning their day out. I turned the corner into the kitchen, and there was Angela – dressed in ass-hugging culottes, a blouse with a low-cut neckline, and her hair pulled up in a clip behind her head – and Samantha – dressed only in a pretty tight t-shirt, that came half-way down her thighs, and some pyjama bottoms. And quite blatantly, no bra.

I stopped to take in the scene.

“Andy, sorry,” said Samantha, “this is all I had to wear. No jokes about my dress sense!” That made it all the more painfully aware to me that she had not much on, if anything underneath it. And jesus christ her tits looked amazing. Just jiggling around as she shifted position. In fact, I could see her nipples, slightly stiff against the material. Below that, she had what seemed to be a flat stomach (at least, the t-shirt was loose around her waist), a large but shapely ass (the t-shirt hugged it in all the right places).

I stared, my mind gone blank.

“Something wrong Andy?” asked Angela, smirking at me.

“Er… no. I’m just not used to seeing you walk around like that,” I said to Samantha.

“It was Angela’s idea. I had that old dressing gown of yours on, that hangs behind the door in the spare room. But I was getting hot running around with Danny, so when Angela arrived, she suggested I take it off. And this is all I’ve got, apart from my clothes which are airing upstairs.” As she said this, she grasped the front of her t-shirt to show me what she meant.

My mind seized at this point, unable to deal with the transformation from Big Baggy Jumper Girl to No Bra and Tight T-Shirt girl. I went into auto-pilot, saying good morning to Daniel, playing with him for a few minutes, and then making my breakfast while the girls chatted. Angela kept making eye contact, nodding her head as if to tell me to check out Samantha (like I needed any persuasion!) when the girl wasn’t looking. Samantha, for her part, just kept flouncing around. I’d say she was doing it on purpose, but I thought she was just somewhat innocent of the effect it was having me.

As I finished my breakfast, Samantha leapt up from her seat, setting her juicy breasts wobbling under the t-shirt, and said she’s going for a shower. Angela moved over to the seat next to me, checked that Daniel was still engrossed, and slid her hand up my thigh.

“Just as I thought,” she whispered. “Another hard-on caused by that girl. One of these days that’s going to upset me.” She slid her hand up and down my bulge as she talked. “She hasn’t mentioned anything specific about last night, other than to say that you’d had a big talk about boyfriends, and her dress sense, and you’d made some good points that she was going to take on board. What have you been telling that girl, you dirty old bastard?”

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Earlier I stepped into the bathroom and put in a butt plug to help me get into the right mood. Feeling it shift around inside me when I sat down heightened my awareness of my own innards and turned my thoughts to hers. I tried to imagine what it was like to have someone thrusting away at my butt, sliding furiously in and out, driven beyond control just by being in me.

I took her by the hand and led her to one of the computers where I’d set up a sequence of images showing various flavors of sex, including mmf anal. One in particular, a video, showed two men and a woman penetrating each other anally. The middle figure, a man, slid smoothly back and forth between his partners. I knew from experience that these images aroused her.

While we watched I slowly ran my hands up and down her butt, letting my fingers trail down her crack and sliding just a bit under and between her legs. I pushed a little as I passed over her anus and again as I reached her pussy. As she got excited she spread her legs and started to push her butt back against my hand. I responded too by pushing a little harder and opening her cheeks with my fingers. After a few minutes of increasing arousal the tip of my finger was starting to reach her anus through her panties. I loved feeling her push back and knowing that I had free reign over her body. I was a kid in a candy story. Paradise.

I stood and put my arms around her, running my hands over her rear and then down inside her panties over her cheeks. She pushed her crotch against me and nuzzled my neck. While I fondled her buttocks, she took my penis out of my pants, illegal bahis pulled her shorts and panties down in the front, and slid me in between her panties and her pussy. Feeling her damp labia slide over me made me harder than ever. I pushed back and forth while she used her hand to hold me against her crotch and I gripped her butt.

We took our clothes off and I approached her from behind, letting my dick rub against the crack in her ass. I wrapped my arms around her and held her fine breasts while I nibbled on her neck — something she always loves and that raises goose bumps on her thighs. I ran one hand down her back and cupped her buttocks, marveling at their full, female roundness. I was in a dream world where no fantasy was denied me. I ran my hand over her butt some more, occasionally grazing her anus.

I maneuvered her over to the bed and bent her slowly over, so her shoulders rested on the bed and her butt was toward me. She pushed her rear end up to excite me, exposing her rosebud. I slipped a finger cheater on one finger and lubricated it a bit; with my other hand I slid the tip of my penis up and down between her labia. We both sighed as I slipped into her vagina. I pushed forward into her wet warmth and she pushed back onto me, moaning slightly as she moved. I love slowly entering her for the first time and sliding down that damp, welcoming sheath. I slipped my covered finger slowly into her anus, feeling the muscles at the opening relax as I wiggled it around. With my finger in her butt I could feel my penis in her vagina. I told her two men were getting ready to fuck her and illegal bahis siteleri she said oh yes please please. I said the other man was already fucking me in the ass but he was about to stop so he could enter her. I told her how big he felt in me and how I loved his thrusting. Her breathing sped up and she said oh god oh god.

I slowly took my finger out and then covered a vibrator with a condom and some lube. I turned it on and slid it very slowly into her butt, rotating it slightly to spread the lube. I love pushing things into her and watching them slide further and further in. My penis was still in her vagina and I could feel the vibrator’s action as though it were touching me. After a minute she started to move her butt in a circular motion. We’re both fucking you I said and we love it when you move. Jesus she said keep fucking me. I slowly slid the vibrator out until I could feel her sphincter clamp down and then I penetrated her again. Sliding the vibrator in and out of her butt drove me nuts with excitement. I watched entranced as her rosebud clung tightly to the vibrator. He’s sliding slowly in and out of you I said. Oh god oh jesus.

I took the vibrator out of her butt and my penis out of her pussy. She moaned and said don’t stop fuck me please. I put a new condom on the vibrator and slid it slowly into her pussy. God I love sticking things in her. She started to breathe faster and move her hips again. I put a condom on my dick and told her to reach back and spread her cheeks. Her rosebud gaped a little and I worked the head of my dick slowly in, paused for a second, and canlı bahis siteleri then continued to slide in. Jesus it felt so good, she was as tight as a fist and I watched myself slide in between her cheeks. It was one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done; I was dizzy with the thrill.

We’re both fucking you but we’ve swapped holes I said. I’m in your ass and he’s in your pussy. I’m cupping his balls as he fucks you and he has three fingers up my butt. She picked up her vibrator and applied it to her clit. Fuck fuck she said between breaths both of you keep fucking me I love having you in my holes oh fuck. His girlfriend is in the room watching us fuck you I said. She has two fingers up her pussy and she’s moving them in and out as fast as she can. Oh god oh god she said fuck me harder.

I grabbed her hipbones and started pumping her faster and faster. She said oh fuck oh fuck again and again and louder and louder until it was just a shriek. I was consumed by the feel of my dick in her butt and the way she was pushing back onto me. I loved pushing into her — I’ve never been so sensually involved in my life. She moved her ass in sexy circles, sliding me in and out and moving from side to side, her lust overwhelmed me.

She came and the shrieks tapered away to whimpers. After a moment she said she was too sensitive to take much more pounding. I hadn’t come yet so I slid out and removed the condom from my penis and the vibrator from her pussy. I took off my cock ring and entered her pussy. I started pounding faster and faster as the end came on. She whimpered and said oh fuck oh god jesus jesus. Finally I came, shooting into her pussy for what seemed like minutes. She made more noises and I think she came again.

I was so spent I could barely stand. I collapsed onto her back. I kissed her neck. I love you darling.

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**Author’s Note: This chapter in Amber’s life follows the ‘Amber in the Rain’ stories, but is still well before her National Nude Day exploration. It’s also a slightly different direction for her. Please, tell me what you think.

Sara’s Demand

Ouch. First times with anal sex kind of suck. I got over it, but owee. Well, the truth is, it didn’t hurt all that much going in, or coming out. The pain was later, after it was all over.

The boy’s name was Tom. I’d dated him a few weeks. He was a little too Christian for me, a little too stuffy about some things, like gays, alternate religions, and other things people should be allowed to explore. I’m not saying what’s right and wrong, mind you, but I think very few of us have the wisdom to truly say something is wrong and should be forbidden. I eventually broke up with Tom, but before that, several weeks before that, he asked me out to a movie.

I can’t remember what the movie was, but in one part, a guy had to take it up the ass. I remember wincing, and later, when we were sitting alone in a diner and joking about the movie, I brought it up along with how it must have sucked.

“It’s not really that bad,” Tom answered with a straight face.

I gasped. “What? You’ve tried it?”

It was perfect. He blushed as red as the checkered blocks on the diner’s table-cloth. I chuckled.

“No,” Tom said. “I…” He leaned close. “I did it with an ex-girlfriend. She said it was pretty hot, once she got used to it.”

I blinked. Tom? This Tom? Did a girl’s ass? I wasn’t sure I believed it. “Okay.”

“We can try it sometime, if you want,” he murmured. “I promise you’ll enjoy it, as kinky as you are.”

He had no idea. He didn’t know anything about my relationship with Sara, my roommate and girlfriend. Yes, I know, dishonest of me to not tell him, but why should I punish our relationship with information that would only make Tom angry? Or jealous, which amounts to the same thing? Or greedy?

I’d let both Tom and Sara play with my ass before, a little. I had never been too excited about it, other than the pure kinkiness of having someone else’s finger in my asshole, because no one had made any sort of deal at all. Both of them had played a little, from time to time, and that was that. Now, Tom was proposing to put his cock right up there. A finger was one thing. His prick was quite a bit larger, and I found the notion daunting. But he said his ex was okay with it. Did I have to live up to her? I figured I did, if I wanted to keep Tom around. What would Sara say?

She’d say go for it. She let me spy on her with her boyfriend from time to time; he still didn’t know about she and I either. He fucked her ass sometimes, if she was in the mood.

“All right,” I said. “Tonight is your one shot to prove to me how it isn’t so bad, but keep in mind, loverboy, if it hurts too much, I’ll be pissed.”

I was slow to anger, Tom had learned, but violently loud and scornful when provoked. He winced at the ‘pissed’ part.

After dinner, we went to Tom’s apartment. He was a senior, and roomed with two other guys, but everybody had their own room, so it was all good. We crashed on his bed after locking the door and flipped on the TV. I didn’t care what it was, I just wanted some background noise to cover our inevitable sex and conversations. I’d streaked from the roof of my dorm down to my dorm room the first time I’d had sex with Sara, so I wasn’t exactly afraid of nudity or sex any more, but still, I didn’t know those other guys, and I didn’t want to share my personal life with them.

So, we laid there for a while, and then Tom started kissing me. He was a little more forceful than normal, a little more determined. Maybe it was the whole anal sex thing, or maybe it was the fact that we’d already discussed having sex tonight. He kissed his way down my neck, something else he and Sara have in common, and I let him strip off my shirt and bra when he was ready. He kissed and sucked on my nipples, lying over me, and slowly slid his hand into my panties from under my skirt. If I’d been on a date with Sara, I wouldn’t have worn panties at all, but hey.

I pushed him away long enough to strip. He did the same. Once we were naked, I pulled him up to me. His attention on my nipples and his finger on my clit were as arousing as ever, and I could feel that layer of slimy goodness budding between my pussy lips. His cock jutted between us, hard and twitching. He smiled softly when he looked down at me, and then started to reposition. I stopped him, held his face near mine.

“I’ve got a new condition,” I whispered. I reached for his prick, loved the feel of his head in my palm, pre-cum smearing over my fingers, his bush against my thumb.

He waited, a curious glint in his eye.

“You have to lick my pussy, or I won’t let you do the other.”

He swallowed. Tom loved sex, but he’d never gone down on me. What is it about men? They want their dick in your mouth, but they’re not willing to return the favor. I never illegal bahis had that problem with Sara. It really was too bad she was in love with her boyfriend, Jeff. And too bad no state allowed same-sex marriage. Of course, we could get by without the marriage, but it’d be nicer.

“All right,” he said, which was a testament to his determination. I’d tried to get him to lick me off nearly every time we’ve screwed around.

“And one more thing,” I added, gently stroking his prick. “Any lubricant you use has to come from my pussy and your tongue. No fingers in my ass until I’m good and wet.”

He blinked. “You want me to lick your ass too?”

“If you want to do this right, and get me really wet inside, then you’re not only going to have to lick it, you’re going to have to put it inside me. If you can stand that, then I can stand your prick in there. Got it? Other wise, I’m ready to go home.”

Ouch. He was troubled. I’d raised the stakes three steps. No sex if he failed in my conditions was a clincher, so he finally nodded.

“It’ll be worth it, Amber. You’ll see. Sally said it was like nothing she’d ever done before. Nothing.”

I shrugged. “Let’s find out, lover.”

With hesitation, Tom crawled down between my legs. I sighed luxuriantly at the drifting of his breath across my pubis. He kissed my soft belly, made a wet trail with his lips down to my pubic region, where I shaved myself bald. His lips sliding down onto the closed furrow of my cunt made me shiver with lust. Then, after all my anticipation, and all the things he’d done right so far, he completely skipped over my clit and pushed his tongue into my pussy. Now, I’ll be honest, it felt good, but it in no way made up for the absence of attention to my pulsing, throbbing button. I so badly wanted him to lick up there, but instead, after he had tongue-fucked me for a while, he shifted down to my ass. He lifted my pelvis off the bed with his hands and eased his tongue up against the clenched bud of my anus.

While he dabbed at my hole with the tip of his tongue, tasting me I imagined, he slid two fingers from one hand into my drenched pussy. When they emerged, slimy with my steaming nectar, he trailed them down to my ass, coating me with my own fluids. I squirmed as he eased his index finger into my anus. It hurt at first, but when he realized that, Tom was more gentle. After a few moments, more pussy juice, and more of his saliva, he was gently but quickly fucking the first digit of his finger in and out of me. I’d been pretty close to this stage before. It was wicked and kinky and very dirty.

Tom rolled me over onto my side, curled my legs up in front of me so the position would hold my cheeks open better. He continued to play with my ass, adding more fluids from both of us, and slowly easing his finger farther and father into me. At one point, he had the index finger of one hand in my pussy, and the middle finger in my anus, both buried to the second knuckle. By then, I was starting to get turned on by the whole process. His fingers eased in and out, opening me, the long slide in, a comfortable stop, and then the long slide back out. He brushed my clit with his knuckles and I exploded. White fire cascaded around my sight, while the wrenching flames of an orgasm slammed me back and forth on the bed. I think I actually kicked Tom.

Eventually, it was over. Tom retracted his fingers and I sat up, grinning. My legs were shaky, but I turned over onto my hands and knees and stuck my ass and pussy at him as provocatively as I could.

“All right, you did good, lover. I’m ready.”

Tom smiled, wiped his mouth on the back of his arm, and climbed up on the bed behind me. He touched my butt and hips, easing me into a better location on the bed. His cock drifted against one of my buttocks, trailing a thin line of his pre-cum goo. I shivered. What was it going to be like, this anal sex thing everyone’s been so love/hate with for so long? If it was like his finger, I could get addicted.

I lowered my upper body down onto my elbows. It was sinfully wicked to put my ass in the air like that, my cheeks spread to reveal my cunt and anus in all their glory. Well, they were glorious to me. I hoped Tom felt the same. I knew Sara did.

True to his word, he was slow. He started by teasing the tip of his prick across the up-turned lips of my genitals. My moisture lubricated him well, and he slipped into my pussy about half way. It was a sharp angle, somewhat uncomfortable, but he didn’t push in far, just far enough to get himself good and wet. My flesh spread around him, and I suddenly yearned for full penetration. I shuddered as he pulled out. I thought he was going to put it in my ass right then, and I was ready for him, at least emotionally. But he didn’t. He rubbed his wet cock over my asshole. It was odd, feeling his heat there, rubbing along my groove. I moaned.

Eventually he got around to putting his head against the tight ring of my anus. It was frighteningly large, and at once stunningly erotic. illegal bahis siteleri Yet, he had loosened me well, and the head slipped into me almost as easily as into my pussy. I stretched around him, felt the helmet-shaped head pass the first, outer ring of my sphincters.

Tom pulled completely out of me, then slid into my pussy again, re-coating his soft, thin skin with my abundant lubricant. He sank in deeper this time, almost to the base of his cock. I loved being filled by him, even though the angle was strange. Had he been fucking me that way, his balls would have rasped against my clit, a slow, soft tease to orgasm. If he didn’t cum first, that is. But he wasn’t fucking me down there. He pulled back out and pushed into my ass once more, this just as slowly, but deeper, more smoothly. He pushed in far enough for me to feel his curly hair on my ass-cheeks. I willed my ass to relax as much as I could around him as he pulled back out. This time, he stopped at the tip, then slowly eased his way back in. My tightness dried us out about half-way, so he slid back out and soaked in my pussy again before easing his full length back into my anus.

“This feels unbelievably good, baby,” Tom whispered, leaning over my back to kiss my shoulder blade. “I’d love to make it last, but I don’t have the willpower.”

I laughed. “Go slow. I’ll take care of the rest.”

He began fucking my ass in earnest, then, taking his time, and often mixing in short strokes that didn’t caress his sinful length so effectively. I reached down between my thighs, found my clit with two fingers, and pinched it lightly between them. I was used to my body, I knew the ins and outs, so to speak. I knew how to prod my little button just so, driving myself wild even as the wickedly erotic thrusting of Tom’s manhood into my ass rounded out the bouquet of lust building in my cervix.

I have to admit, the sensation was somewhat appealing. It was a lot like regular intercourse, in a way, his penis swelling my ass with every thrust the same way it would have in my vagina. I fought the urge to squeeze him with my sphincters; I knew it would mean pain if I squeezed him while he was moving. I fought the urge, willed my anus to relax, willed all my inner muscles to relax.

All that in and out left me panting, squirming, and fighting the natural tendency of my innards to clench. In doing so, I rushed headlong into my second orgasm without even realizing I was close. My finger diddling my clit sent me into a sudden outburst of vivacious moaning as my body once again became a fireworks of flesh.

At that point, I could help it no more. As my rectum spazzed in response to my orgasm, my ass clenched down of its own accord. I cried out in anticipation of the pain, but we were so slick and slippery that all it did was heighten the sensations driving through my ass. Out he went, a long glide against the ring of my hole. Back in he came, a long slow slide gently filling me. I thought I could feel his veins as he thrust into me, the soft ridges on his sides, the flare of his cockhead. My release doubled upon itself, another orgasm ripping through me on the heels of the last.

The tightness in my ass was too much for Tom. He grunted, lowering his head against my back, his own orgasm taking him as he thrust into my squeezing rectum. His first spurts of hot fluid splashed across my insides, making us even more slippery, more sloppy. The second and third shots came quickly after, filling me with his seed. I’d seen porn with Sara about a woman with an ass-full of cum, but it felt nothing at all like I had imagined. It was hot, gooey, and seeped out of me in spite of my momentary decision to hold it in. What would I do with I? Why keep it? And strangely enough, I found the sloshing dribble seeping from my ass all the more erotic.

When he pulled out finally, I wiped his cock off with his sheet, then sucked him to yet another load of semen. In spite of my inclination to gag, I swallowed it, because I knew he liked it. Some women hate that about us, that we’ll do the distasteful just to please our mates. I’m really glad Sara wasn’t one of those. I knew from before that she had problems sometimes in pleasing me. I tried to make things as easy for her in that department as I could.

After Tom was happily sleeping, I cleaned up in his bathroom and left. When I got to my dorm, Sara was asleep. She rolled over just before I slipped into my bed. She left the light off, but joined me under my sheets. She was naked, and very warm from sleep. I was on my side, so when she curled up against my back, I snuggled against her. Her nipple teased my spine even as one of her hands crept down between my thighs.

“My,” she whispered. “Somebody smells like sex. Nasty, dirty, sex.”

“Shut up,” I giggled, “and put your finger in my ass.”

I talked like that to her. Sometimes she did it, sometimes she used the other hole. This time, the hand between my thighs slowly crept around to my butt. Into my crack she went, and when she got canlı bahis siteleri there, she gasped.

“It’s like a Louisiana swamp down there, girl,” she whispered, probing her finger into my anus. “You let Tom do you in the ass, didn’t you?”

I giggled.

She laughed. “Well, since we share everything, I want to do it too.” I didn’t mention that we technically didn’t share everything. I’d never touched her boyfriend erotically. Maybe I could get her to change that some day.

I let her roll me onto my back. She lowered her tongue to my pussy from a sitting position, so I reached down and played with her butt-cheek while she sucked the remnants of my earlier orgasms out of me. I came in a quick torrent of fire and head-lolling before she was finished. She got on her knees on the side of the bed, pulled my hips over to her, and parted my cheeks enough to lap at my rectum with her tongue. Man, but that was lovely. She was softer, gentler, and far more skilled than Tom. Hot, soft slipperyness glided across my nether opening. She had me swooning, and I never noticed where she got her strap-on, but then somehow she was wearing it and once again a cock was worming into my anus.

Just like with the tongue, Sara was better. She was slower, smoother, used our lubricants better, and while she fucked me, she played with my pussy, making me squirm until I was cumming all over again on the end of her fake dick. She reached up with one finger, wet with my syrupy juices, and teased one of my nipples with the wetness.

Sara lowered herself down across my body. When her face was only inches from mine, she eased her dildo into my cunt with a practiced thrust. We’d fucked like this many times, over the past month, but this one seemed special to me, even when she didn’t really start going. Instead, she just lay there before finally kissing me deeply. Her lips were softer, far softer than Tom’s, and smoother. Luscious. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, sucked it and played with it with my tongue even as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around her back. This had the wonderful effect of turning my pussy up to her fake cock, letting her deeper into me, deep enough to brush my cervix. I loved her so deep inside me, loved it in ways I’d never shared with Tom.

I loved just as much the way her hanging nipples quivered as she trembled. I could feel them because they were brushing against my own. She was chuckling silently.

“Oh, no,” she laughed. “No sleeping. Not this time. You have to do me now. In the ass.” Her eyes were bright, excited, in the weak light from the window.

She was up in a flash. I heard her un-strapping her cock, which she handed to me. I grinned, took the rubbery prick and slurped my own fluids off of it. I could still taste Tom on there. I then reversed it. This was one of those kinky toys that penetrated both women, so I sucked Sara’s cream off her end before I slid it into my pussy and tightened the straps. It fit mostly like a regular strap-on, but with amazing stimulation to my clit. Some days, I like Sara and this toy way better than any man. Certainly better than poor Tom. Yes, I’m a fickle slut.

I turned the light on, because I dearly wanted to see everything. Sara was on her knees on my bed, so I slid up behind her. We were close enough to the same height that I could approach her on my knees and still line the rubber dick up with her ass. She parted her legs and let me get between them, and then just as I had done with Tom, she lowered her chest to the bed and flaunted her anus and pussy at me. She shaved both holes quite close, though how she didn’t get razor-burn on her ass I’ll never know. It was a secret she never shared, but I had never been that interested in finding out. I’d touched her there a few times. How could you not, as often as we screwed around, but it had never been my interest. Now, though, I had to see what it was all about, had to know everything.

Sara’s anus was mostly dry as I brushed my fingers down over her buttock, into her crack, and then up against her sweet, chocolate hole. Her skin was hot, though, with just a bit of sweat. I thought back to what Tom might have been going through, so I figured I could do no less. I slid my finger into her pussy, then brought it and a healthy smear of her fluids up to her perfect little anus. I pushed my finger in against her sphincters, expecting resistance. There was hardly any at all. All those months and maybe years of practice with her boyfriend, I supposed. My finger squeezed into her. Her hole was different than a pussy, smoother, tighter. A lot tighter.

“Ooooh, that’s nice,” Sara whispered. “I’m glad Tom got you into this.”

I found resistance around the second knuckle, so I withdrew, and gathered more moisture from her pussy. Then I remembered what I had made Tom do. Fair was fair, I thought, so I backed away enough to lean down. I had smelled Sara’s ass before. You can’t eat a girl’s pussy as much as I had and not sometimes end up with your nose in her rear. She was clean and shaven, but without razor-burn. Her pucker was smooth against my lips as I tentatively tasted her hole. She was sharp, there, bitter, a taste I can’t relate to anything else, a taste I savored as unique to her, and unique to this latest depravity.

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Alice left Robyn behind that evening in the knowledge that she would see her again. The electricity that passed between them was impalpable and so she could not wait for that moment. She was also lost to the knowledge that Todd, her boyfriend, was going to be furious with her for abandoning him the way she had. She had received dozens of calls and texts yet she had not replied, and while she felt a little guilty it did not particularly bother her.

One problem did bother her a little, however, and that was just how horny she was despite having spent the night and day in carnal bliss. She could satisfy that urge and reconcile with Todd in a single act, however she couldn’t imagine having sex with him, curiously. Less than 24 hours before she would have quite happily given him a blowjob and let him fuck her, but now? Now she wanted Robyn – every aspect of her.

Alice heard the bleep of her phone and removed it from her bag as she sat down on her regular bus, the quick ten-minute journey saving her feet.

I can still taste you. Call me xo

Alice felt the familiar stirring of butterflies, this time accompanied by a tingling in her pussy, and she typed out a quick response; simple yet sweet.

You can count on it xxx

She stared out of the window and watched the city go by, the early evening winter dusk drawing light from the streets around her. There were aspects of Brighton which she loved to no end and as she gazed out to sea she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the yellow and orange sunset, colours swirling around each other in the sky’s never-ending palette of creation. The bus turned toward the city centre, leaving the pier behind her, and she pressed the red button as she neared her stop.

Alice lived in a single-bedroom apartment with Todd in an area called the Brighton Rocket on St. James’ Street, a stone throw from the beach and pier. Darkness began to fall as she reached the door, unlocking it and entering the moderate warmth within. Walking into the living room she was greeted by the cold, calculated words from her boyfriend, not a greeting in sight.

“I’m beyond angry with you.”

“I should have called.”

“Too damn right, Alice. I want to fix our relationship but you just don’t seem to care.” Todd shouted harshly at her.

“You think that I don’t care? That really is rich from you.” Alice yelled back, not willing to back down from him.

“Meaning what?”

Alice was certain that Todd knew exactly what she was meaning, his calmer, quiet tone of voice ridding any doubt that she may have had.

“You are so miserable, Todd, its unbearable. All I hear you do is moan about your life but you never do anything to change it. You’re dragging me down and I can’t bear it.”

“If that’s how you feel then why don’t you just fuck off?”

He screamed at her and she broke, tears flowing freely as he turned away from her, holding his head in his hands. Todd had not intended to speak to her in that way, never, but the anger he was feeling at losing her drove him to it.

Alice was gone. When he turned to see her absence he stumbled toward the bedroom after her, furious that she was listening to the voice of anger. Perhaps it was the voice of reason, he mused, yet still he could not calm the infernal rage. She illegal bahis had taken off her dress and was pulling a pair of jeans from the cabinet as he grabbed her, feeling a few tear drops against his arm.

Not thinking straight, he leaned forward and kissed her gently, a hand on the back of her head and his other at the small of her back. She was his and he would prove it to her. Their sex life was always the most passionate part of their relationship – a fact which he knew was a problem – and perhaps he would be able to change her mind.

He unhooked her bra with one hand and pulled her thong aside with the other, immediately finding her clit and circling gently. She responded, slightly, and made a minor attempt to pull away from him. Alice was undecided as to whether she should stop him, and found herself pushed forcibly onto the bed while he tore off his clothes and discarded them.

Alice could see that his cock was already half-mast, the seven inches of thick meat growing harder with every passing moment. She saw the anger on his face as he grasped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed, and felt his hand roughly on her shoulders as he spun her around. Her shoulders were now level with the edge of the bed and her head was dangling off, upside down; she knew exactly what was coming.

Rock solid, Todd lowered his cock towards her mouth and paused, waiting expectantly for her to open her lips and grant him passage. She did not, however, and so he put a hand around her throat as he so often did.

“Open up Alice, let me fuck that little throat.”

She hesitated slightly and then did as she was asked, wrapping her lips around his cock as he entered the now-open barrier.

She ran her tongue around the head of his cock as he thrusted slowly, little more than just the glans breaching her lips. She let him move at his own pace, licking and suctioning as he thrusted. He soon grew tired of this, though, and pushed deeper to touch the back of her throat. Repeating this motion consecutively caused Alice to gag and so he pulled out momentarily to allow her to compose herself.

Seconds later and he returned to the back of her throat, pushing harder once again to enter the tight passage of her oesophagus. Todd thrusted harder and deeper, and breached the obstacle in one solid push; a single asphyxiating movement. He pulled back and thrusted once again and remained stationary in her throat until she began to gag once more.

Allowing her to breathe freely she coughed for multiple seconds, not quite given the time to prepare for another assault. He thrusted hard and fast, his balls slapping against her nose and eyes as he fucked her mouth. She could not breathe though he showed no consideration for this, thrusting wildly. Saliva began to pour from the corner of her mouth and his arousal increased as he watched the rise and fall of the large bulge in her throat.

She could take it no more, however, and as he pulled out she gasped heavily for air. Saliva gushed from her mouth, her face and hair drenched, and he felt pity enough to dry her face with his discarded shirt. She shook her head as he tried to put his cock back into her throat, and so he allowed her respite, helping her to her feet.

He bent her over on the bed before him and illegal bahis siteleri rubbed his cock up against her, feeling the heat and lubrication from her pussy. Unable to contain himself he drove his cock into her without restraint, instantly pounding her. Holding her hip with one hand he pulled her long ponytail and snapped her head back, loving the guttural moan escaping from her throat. She gripped his cock tightly with her pussy as he fucked her, and without breaking stride he reached over her to pick up his neck tie.

He released her hair and pushed her head down onto the mattress, pulled her arms behind her back and released her for only a moment.

“Don’t move, Alice.”

Using the tie, he secured her hands together as tightly as possible without cutting circulation and slapped her ass, losing himself to the overwhelming sensations. He slapped both her ass cheeks with both hands, holding the two globes of perfection, massaging them with strong fingers.

The scent of their sex drove him wild and he was driven into a pleasure-led frenzy, sensible thought abandoned to lust. He glanced down at the rosebud between her ass cheeks and knew that that would be the last chance he would ever get. He put his thumb into his mouth for a second to gather some saliva and put his hand on her ass, his thumb in contact with her most private hole.

Alice wriggled under his iron grip, barely able to move due to the position and her lack of arm movement. As she felt his thumb on her asshole she was immediately reminded of Robyn, and almost instantaneously she came. She could feel Todd’s cock harden briefly as the walls of her pussy contracted around him, but as her orgasm began to wear off he pulled out of her.

She could not see him but heard what sounded like the tearing of foil and the click of a plastic bottle being opened: she was apprehensive. She thought it was the sound of a condom foil, the point of which already having been defeated, but before she was able to question him a ball gag was placed into her mouth, silencing her.

Her apprehension turned to worry, however, when she felt a cold liquid being dribbled onto her asshole. She called his name yet the word was not understandable and so, rightly or wrongly, she resigned herself to the sodomy she was about to receive. Todd had covered his cock generously in the lubrication they used on the rare occasion she was not suitably aroused, and had squirted what seemed a suitable amount onto her ass. Lining up his cock, he prepared for a slow entry into her forbidden zone.

“Relax baby.”

His words angered Alice even while the unannounced anal sex did not, though she did try to relax as he pushed against the resistance the muscle was giving him. He did not let up, and eventually her ass gave way to the pressure he was putting on it. Immediately she felt very little, though as his head crept further into her she began to feel an almost-burning sensation.

He had barely put half of the head inside her, half of his girth, and Alice was not enthralled with the experience. Pain increased as he furthered his entry, the pained groans from her throat only seeming to drive him further. She had never seen this side of Todd, never been on the end of such a power trip of masochism. He pushed a little canlı bahis siteleri too hard and she gasped in pain, writhing a little beneath him.

“Head’s in, beautiful.”

He pulled back slightly and Alice vented the pain into anger at him for daring to speak to her during this, but as he pushed in deeper the pain exceeded the anger. Minutes passed in a cycle of slow thrusts, inching further and further until he had buried half of his cock into her tight asshole. Todd stayed still for a moment and Alice began to feel the pain subside as she adjusted.

Todd withdrew every-so-slightly and then pushed forward hard, his balls crashing against her pussy as he slammed all seven inches inside her. Alice screamed, though the sound resembled pleasure to the man fucking her.

“Wrro cmmmt” Alice shouted in a muffled voice.

The pain was intense but Alice endured as the man she had loved fucked her delicate ass relentlessly, each thrust further accentuating exactly why she was leaving him. Todd could not believe the tight warmth of Alice’s ass, the sight of seeing his cock disappear inside her nearly driving him to come inside her then and there. Somehow he didn’t, however, though he could not manage more than a few minutes.

He knew that he would not last much longer and so to Alice’s relief he pulled out of her previously-virgin ass. She had, unbeknownst to him, overcome the pain and had been close to enjoying it. He ripped off the condom and threw it aside, jerking his cock whilst she adjusted positions. She, for reasons she didn’t quite understand, knelt down in front of him. The ball-gag prevented his desired finale, and so he took it off of her so that she could open her mouth.

He embedding himself balls deep into her throat for what he knew would be the final time, and he relished every second of it. The tight sensation around his glans and shaft, the feel of his balls slapping her chin, and the irreversibly intense build-up to an Earth-shattering orgasm.

He pulled out of her mouth and she kept it open, stuck out her tongue and waited for the reward she had clearly deserved. The first jet of his searing hot ejaculate shot from his cock right across her face, the long strand reaching from her chin to the top of her forehead. The second, third, forth, and fifth strands followed suite, showering her face in semen, a sizable quantity in her mouth. Not giving him the satisfaction of swallowing, she spat it down her chin and to the floor.

*

Todd was gone, and Alice had broken down into tears at losing him. She did not love him, that had quickly become apparent in the hours preceding that moment, but he had been an important part of her life for a substantial amount of time. She didn’t regret anything but it would take a certain amount of adjustment.

Hours had passed and she saw that it was fast-approaching 10:30pm, and her ringtone blared from beside her coffee mug on the table. It was Robyn, and so she answered.

“Hello?” Alice answered, hoping beyond all hope that she wouldn’t notice she had been crying.

“What’s happened?” her prayers were not answered.

Two simple words were all it took for Alice to break down once more, and having got her address Robyn told her she would be right there. Despite everything, Alice could not wait to see her.

*****

Note

Thanks for all the feedback on chapter 1, its motivated me to continue the story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, Alice will be going back to Robyn in the next chapter!

-Neon

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