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My step daughter

This story is completely true. Only the names have been changed.
I had never really thought too much about my step daughter Meghan before, other than being her step dad and having the usual father duties. She was 9 when I married her mother and always was a cute pudgy girl. By the time she was 11 she already had very large breasts and was very curvy. She was always very bubbly and energetic, like most 11 year old girls. It was my responsibility to wake her and her brother up for school in the morning since their mother went to work very early. Meghan was a very hard sleeper and I usually had to go into her room and get right next to her before she heard me tell her to get up. She and her brother Justin, who was 3 years older than her, were always very close and spent a lot of time playing video games and discussing school and such. They were very protective of each other and neither one ever showed much interest in members of the opposite sex. I decided that was a good thing as it gave me less to have to worry about while trying to help raise teenagers.
By 12 Meghan was a full 36D and looked much older than her age. The first morning that I walked into her room to get her up for school and saw her laying in bed with no shirt on, caught me off guard. I couldn’t help but stare at this 12 year old girls large breasts and nice light brown/pinkish nipples. I saw laying on the floor next to her bed
, her night shirt and panties. The covers were pulled up to her naval but I knew right then she was not wearing anything at all. I took in the sights for a while longer, thinking about how nice those large firm breasts would feel in my hands. I decided I had better wake her up so she could get ready for school. I stepped back to her doorway and called her name loudly as to not totally embarrass her when she woke up. As soon as she moved and I knew she was awake, I stepped out of the room and closed the door.
Over the next few months, although I paid closer attention to what she was doing, there were no repeat incidents and I just felt fortunate to have that image forever in my memory. Then it happened, I again opened her door to wake her up for school and there she was, laying on the floor on her back with absolutely nothing on and no covers in sight. Once again there were those beautiful big breasts, which had only gotten larger and then my eyes followed her arm down to her hand which was laying on top of a nice short mound of black hair and her index finger was ever so slightly between the lips of that pretty little 12 year old pussy. I felt excited, nervous and guilty all at once but my cock just knew that what I saw was very hot! I was harder than I’d been in a long time. I took in the sight for a little bit longer this time getting close enough to get a very good look, then backed up and called her name until she woke up as I had done before.
Meghan was now 13 and I noticed that she was spending a lot more time in her room with her door closed. She also was telling Justin to go away a lot more when he came knocking on her door to see if she wanted to play a game. In addition she was taking very long showers. So long that her mother had to tell her that she needed to be quicker with them. One day shortly after that I heard the shower running for what seemed like a long time, so I went upstairs to try to be the good dad and remind her of what her mother had told her. As I approached the bathroom door I noticed that it was slightly opened just about ½” or so. I didn’t really think about it because I knew she was in the shower and it would just make it easier for her to hear me when I told her she needed to get out. When I got to the door, however, I saw through the opening that she wasn’t in the shower at all. She was standing in front of the mirror, naked, cupping her breasts in her hands and caressing the right nipple with her thumb. I instantly froze and got a huge lump in my throat as this was the first time I had seen her naked when she wasn’t sleeping. Her breasts were so big and round. They were very firm for being so large and she kept gently squeezing them. I watched for as long as I dared and then went to my room to release my hard cock from the constraints of my jeans. I stroked my cock vigorously but couldn’t stand to think that she was still in there naked and wondering what I was missing. I reluctantly put my cock back in my pants and quietly walked down the hall, The shower was still running but to my dismay she was no longer standing in front of the mirror, but as I got closer I could see her reflection in the mirror . She was on all fours on the floor with her hand between her legs, rocking back and forth and moaning. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I released my cock and stroked it while I was watching her…I couldn’t believe I was getting to watch my 13 year old step daughter masturbate while I was only a few feet away. I watched for what seemed like forever, until she slowed down her movements and stopped. I then quickly went to my room and came so hard it hurt. I now was very intent on paying very close attention to what she was doing and trying to see more.
Over the next few months she spent a lot of time in her room and I really wanted to see what was going on in there. She spent most of her time alone and would allow Justin to spend time with her a couple of evenings each week. I even started spending some time playing video games with her in her room, but I knew this wasn’t going to get me anywhere. I needed to figure out another way. Then suddenly my mother inlaw, who lived 1500 miles away called and said she needed my wife to help her after a surgery she was going to have in a couple of weeks. I knew this could be the chance I had been waiting for. She would be gone for about a week so I just needed a plan. Meghan’s room adjoined the closet in my bedroom so I decided to set up a hidden camera to see what was going on in there. The return air register was right on that wall so it worked perfectly. While she was at school I got it hooked up and aimed so I could see almost the entire room with the camera. Now I was ready.
That night as it was getting close to her bed time I told the kids I was tired and going to bed. I went in and turned the TV on to see what was going on in Meghan’s room. There she was laying on her bed fully clothed reading a book, all I had to do now was wait. After quite a while of watching her read, I dozed off. I’m not sure how long I slept but I woke up and saw her getting some things out of her drawer to get ready for bed…I was wide awake now, anxiously waiting. She then grabbed the things and walked out of her room and I heard the bathroom door shut. A few minutes later she reappeared already changed into her night shirt. She then turned off her light and climbed in bed, the night light was casting a dim light throughout the room as she fell asleep. What was the deal….I had never seen her go into the bathroom and change before, was she on to me or what. All I could now do was wait until morning.
The next morning I woke Meghan up a little bit early hoping that it would give me more time to watch her. I went back to my room and watched her get up and walk out of her room to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she walked back in and proceeded to take off her night shirt….Ahhh….there they were again just as nice as I had remembered. Her nipples weren’t hard but very nice. She then took off her panties and proceeded to walk across the room to the hamper. I don’t think I took a single breath, just watching. She then pulled clothes from her drawer and dressed very quickly. That was it for this morning.
That night I couldn’t wait until bed time. I was there waiting and she once again grabbed her stuff and went to the bathroom. When she came back she had her night shirt on and all I could see was her hard nipples pressing against the fabric as she turned out the light. Now it was nearly pitch black in her room and I could barely make out her outline climbing into bed. She hadn’t even turned her night light on. I laid there disappointed and wondering at this point if my camera was going to help me out this week. Then suddenly I saw her sillouette start moving a little and then it moved a little more and then more. I realized that she was laying there masturbating and I wasn’t going to get to see it. I got hard as a rock thinking about it as I watched until she quit moving. I now knew that another day was gone and was expecting the next to be the same…..boy was I wrong.
The next day started out about the same as the previous one…She got up and I got to watch her change her clothes again….she spent a little bit more time getting dressed, rubbing her breasts a couple of times and bending over so I could get a good look at her big ass , but then off to school she went. When I got home that evening Justin was in Meghan’s room and they were laying on her bed with their hand held video games and talking and laughing as usual. I watched them on camera for a few minutes and then proceeded to go about my normal evening. When it got near bed time I went in and told Justin that he needed to go down to his room and let his sister sleep. He said okay and headed downstairs. I went to my room and proceeded to turn the TV on again..watching and hoping. Sure enough, in just a couple of minutes Meghan got undressed and sat on her bed..she was reading something and would occasionally play with one nipple briefly and then the other. After a short time, she got up and turned off her light and turned her night light on..climbing into bed naked. I laid in bed just watching until she pulled the covers up to her chin and went to sleep. I thought that was it until something I had never even thought about happened. I saw her bedroom door slowly opening and I wondered if she hadn’t closed it tightly and it was opening on it’s own.
Then I saw Justin creeping into the room on his hands and knees very slowly and quietly, dressed in only his sleep pants. I was totally taken aback and sprang up and started to walk towards my door to stop him, but then I stopped and decided to watch and see what was going on. By now Justin was 16 years old and was a pretty big kid..he was 6’ tall and a soccer player so he was in pretty good shape physically. I watched him slowly make his way to his sister’s bed. She was sound asleep and except for about half of her right breast was covered up with a sheet. When he got to her bed he proceeded to pull himself up until his head was even with her breasts and just inches away. He seemed nervous as he slowly pulled the covers down to expose his sisters huge breasts. He froze for a few minutes and just stared. I was still in disbelief as I watched..then he slowly placed his hand on her right breast and lowered his mouth to her nipple. He licked it briefly and then backed off as if waiting for a response from her. There was no response, she was still sound asleep. He once again took his hand and placed it on her breast and then the other hand on the other breast. He cupped and squeezed her breasts for quite a few minutes and was really enjoying himself, as was I. He appeared to be thinking about his next move at this point and started to slowly push the covers down to his sister’s thighs. As that beautiful black mound of fur was exposed he got weak in the knees and fell back away from her a little bit then quickly recovered and slowly moved his hand to touch it. He ran his fingers through through it slowly. As he moved her leg aside a little so he could slide his finger down between her legs he seemed to have changed his mind. He stopped and stood up and just looked at her, just staring at his sisters pussy. Then in one quick move he dropped his pants to the floor to expose his hard cock. He grabbed it and started stroking it…. watching his naked sister sleep. I was doing the same with mine. I knew he would probably be cumming soon as I was getting close myself. Then he must have made a decision, he reached down and spread Meghan’s legs apart, climbed up on the bed and put the head of his cock on her pussy lips. He struggled for a moment and then slowly entered her. Then with a jerk he slid the entire length of his cock into his sister’s pussy as she woke up, eye’s wide, screaming in pain and then yelling at him to get off of her. He jumped off and she asked him what the hell he was doing? She then looked down and saw blood and she told him to get out. He headed for the door and she stopped him and asked him to bring her a towel. He quickly returned with the towel and sat down on the edge of the bed. He told her he was sorry he hurt her and she apologized to him for screaming at him. As they talked and she calmed down she told him she had fantasized about him many times but never expected it to be while she was sleeping. She told him she wanted to touch “it” and he gladly agreed. She stroked his cock for only a short time before he blew his load all over her hand and tits. He seemed embarrassed and quickly slid his pants on…he looked at his sister briefly and then left the room.
She wiped herself clean with the towel and then laid her head back down on her pillow. I meanwhile was still trying to comprehend everything that I had just seen take place and was totally amazed that I had just watch my step daughter and step son have sex. I never told anyone, and I don’t know if anything like this happened after that night. I was just glad that I got to witness it.

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Meet me during sixth hour.

I could see him watching me as I laughed with my boyfriend. We were leaning by his car, my back pressed against the cold metal and my boyfriends hands braced on either side of my head. I saw his jeep pull up and couldn’t resist the urge. When he got out of his car and began walking our direction I wrapped my arms around my boyfriend’s neck. I stare at the man through his sunglasses and knowing he was watching me to by the way he stopped and stared. Never breaking eye contact I slowly kissed my boyfriend, our tongues wrestling. I almost giggled as the man licked him lips. My boyfriends hand trailed up my shirt to cup my breast, leaving warm in his path. I watched the man eye the exposed skin of my stomach, For some reason I found the idea of him watching so exciting. The bell rang and I gently pushed my boyfriend back. He groaned in protest but let me begin walking to the building. I glanced over my shoulder at my teacher; his eyes were glued on me. I gave him a small wave and turned away, trying to ignore the heat that coursed through me.
Fourth period arrived and the class was loud as usual as I walked in. My teacher was sitting at his desk, drinking his tea. He was thirty-eight but still very sexy. Broad chest, muscular arms, and what I imagine to be strong legs. His eyes were a pretty blue and his mouth was curled up in an unconscious smile. He looked up at me when I walked in and gulped loudly. When I was in the hallway I moved my shirt around so that a lot of cleavage showed without my breasts hanging out. My skirt was already short so when I sat down at my desk and pulled my notebook and pen out, it rode up. He walked to his computer which was diagonally left of me and proceeds in taking roll, every few seconds his eyes would flicker to my legs and chest and away. Towards the end of class I shifted subtly in my seat and gave him a great view of my red underwear. The class flew by quickly and every time I asked a question he stammered.
I went through the next hour trying to think of new ways to torture my favorite teacher. I made it to my art class in time for roll call and to set my stuff down before Ms. Davis called me up to her desk. I walked up to her with open annoyance.
“Yes?” I asked softly. She looked up and handed me a pass.
“Your biology teacher wants to see you,” She replied, instantly forgetting I existed after she’d done what she was supposed to do. I turned and practically ran down the hall to his room. I paused outside his door and took a deep breath. I opened the door, not surprised to find him seated at his desk again. I instinctively sat on the counter’s that lined the west wall. The lights were off, only sunshine streamed through the four square windows. I crossed my legs, aware of his eyes following my every movement. He stood and paced across the room from me with thirty desks in between us. He looked up and cleared his throat.
“Well, hi,” he said slowly, nervously. It was very amusing to see him nervous. He was always so in control and confident.
“Hello,” I replied quietly. My hands were shaking and beginning to sweat.
“Your boyfriend had nice things to say about you this morning,” he said slowly, clasping his hands behind his back.
“Oh? What’s that?” I responded immediately.
“That he really likes you and that you’re amazing in bed,” he snapped, jealously oozing out of each syllable. I grinned like the Cheshire cat and watched the muscle in his jaw tick.
“Well, no comment there,” I teased, blushing. He silently made his way through the desks until he was uncomfortably close.
“Do you fantasize about anyone in fourth hour?” He asked randomly. I gasped slightly and blushed.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“You,” I admitted softly. He leaned back on the nearest desk.
“How often?” he inquired.
“Two or three times a week. Do you ever fantasize about anyone in fourth hour?” I countered teasingly.
“Yes,”
“Who?”
“You,” He breathed with a smile. I bit my lip and shifted in my seat. His eyes darted to my short skirt.
“Well then, how often?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Every goddamn day,” He exhaled; standing and moving so close his thighs pressed against my knees. “When you imagine me with you what happens?” I sucked in a breath at the warmth pool in my underwear.
“Y-you wrap my legs around you waist,” I said shakily as he mimicked the action. I loved the way his groin pressed against mine and how I could feel his erection. “Then you, uh, kiss me.”
He grinned and curled on hand around my neck and drew me forward slowly.
“You do it roughly,” I added. Abruptly, he yanked me forward and our lips met in a hard embrace. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pulled me closer so my chest touched his. My fingers splayed across his hard chest and I arched towards him. He slowly kissed my jaw line, down my neck, and paused at the hollow of my throat.
“Next?” He growled, his breath heating my skin. I took a shuddering breath and tried to focus.
“You take my shirt off, and my bra,” I muttered. He leaned back and pulled my t-shirt over my head. His palms were slightly sweating as he caressed my stomach and inched upwards, savoring the feel. My abdomen clenched and my head lolled back. He reached around behind me and unhooked my red bra. He leaned back, as if he was waiting for my approval. I licked my lips and shrugged my shoulders forward, the bra slipped down to my forearms and he pulled it off. He hesitated and gently palmed my breasts. He was so nervous; like a boy about to lose his virginity.
“Then do I tease you?” he asked, tauntingly. I nodded and clenched my eyes shut as his tongue flicked across my nipple, sending spasms across my body. He nipped at the hardened tips and pinched the other one, softly kneading it till I groaned. I arched and gripped his shoulders. Suddenly, I shoved him back. He stood there watching me suspiciously. I took a deep breath.
“What do you imagine when you think about me?” I asked, nervously. He smiled.
“I imagine you taking my shirt off, slowly,” He replied easily and moved back to me. I curled my fingers around the first button and popped it open. I repeated the process down to the last button and slipped my hands under it by his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I grabbed the hem of his white undershirt and pulled it over his head. My breath was lodged in my throat when I took in the smoothness of his chest. It was hard and muscled, just like I had pictured it. I ran my fingers over it, delighting in the sensations. I gently kissed his chest where his heart was. He was so warm and his heart rate was erratic. I licked one of his nipples and giggled at the groan that escaped his throat.
“What now?” I asked, stroking abstract designs on him.
“You lean back and let me take off your skirt,” he mumbled, shoving me backwards. He undid my skirt and practically tore it off me and stared at my sexy red thong.
“Jeez, when I saw this earlier today I thought I’d cum in my pants,” he whispered hoarsely. I smiled and cocked my head to the side. “Now, take my pants off.” He ordered.
I slipped off the counter and fell to my knees and licked his lower abdomen, letting the tip of my tongue dip in the waistband of his slacks. I slowly unzipped and unbuttoned them and slid them down, waiting for him to step out of them before I looked back at him. He was wear grey boxers with an impressive tent in them.
“Take them off,” He barked. I hesitated, suddenly anxious, and slipped them down to his ankles, watching his feet as he ditched the last of his clothes. “Look at me,” he whispered. I managed to look up at him without looking at his penis. I was nervous.
“Yeah?” I muttered softly.
“Suck on me,” He said spontaneously. I arched a brow and forced myself to look at him. Holy shit, I thought, his penis is so long and thick. Suddenly ravenous, I licked the tip of it and lightly let my fingers graze his shaft. Gently, I slid my mouth around it and began bobbing my head up and down. His hands tangled in my hair as he encouraged me to go faster and faster. I used my right hand to pump the bottom of his dick and my left to massage his balls. He was thrusting himself into my mouth in an urgent fever as his groans grew louder and his penis pulsed in my hand. I pulled back and stood.
“Don’t stop,” he whined adorably. His expression was priceless.
“Play fair,” I admonished. He rolled his eyes and lifted me up, only to set me down on a desk. He slowly kiss each of my breasts and moved south down to my underwear, His hands moved up my thighs as he got on his knees. He kissed me through the dampness of my thong and I almost came right then. With two fingers he pulled my underwear off and stared at my core. I blushed and looked down at the fascination on his face. His breath warmed me and he licked up the juices that had begun to slide down my thighs. He kissed his way up to my pussy and French kissed it. I gasped and leaned backwards so my head hung off the desk and my hair swung down.
His tongue darted in an out of me and slid around my clit. I locked my legs around his neck and pulled him closer until I felt every movement his mouth made. I felt like I was flying se when he pulled away I sat up with a cry. His lips crushed against mine and tasted myself on his tongue. He dipped two fingers inside me and wiggled them around. I closed my hand around his penis and pumped furiously. Reluctantly we both stopped and he picked me up again. He laid me down on the rough carpet and kissed me once more. I felt the tip of his head press against my vagina and arched my hips to meet his initial thrust. He stretched and filled me so completely I had to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“God, you are so tight,” He groaned. He slid in and out while I contracted my pelvic muscles to match the tempo. I clenched my eyes shut and felt perspiration appear on my forehead. I planted my hand on his chest and rolled us over, never letting him leave me. He smiled and panted. I let him take hold of my hands as I began to rock a slow rhythm, with random bursts of speed. Within minutes I felt myself on the brink of a climax. He sat up with his legs outstretched and my legs wrapped around his waist. His strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me up slightly and let me fall back down on him. I got the picture and got on my knees and bounced quickly.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. I bit my lip and let my head hang back. I snapped my eyes shut when I felt the spasms raked across my body and my muscles tighten as I came. In the middle of my pleasure he came inside me, filling me with warmth and intensifying my orgasm. I fell onto his chest and panted. His arms encircled me and I lifted my head up to kiss him. It was a slow passionate kiss that scared me more than having sex with a teacher. The jazzy bell rang, announcing it was the end o f the school day and I had been out of art all hour. I rose and began reassembling my clothes, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he did the same. I walked to the door when he finished dressing and paused. I spun to face him and gasped as he pressed me against the wooden door. He kissed me softly again and slipped something into my shirt.
“That was fantastic,” he breathed in my ear. I blushed again and shifted. He opened the door behind me and ushered me into the hall where an awkward silence ensued as the chaos of students rushing around surrounded us. I smiled brightly at him, comfortable in the public place.
“So, I guess I’ll see you on Monday.” I said numbly. His eyes flickered to the piece of paper he stuck in my bra, the paper that stuck out oddly against my black V-neck.
“Sure,” he replied, turning and walking back into his room to clean up the mess we left on the carpet. I turned and walked down the hall to my art class and gathered my stuff. I pulled the paper out and smiled. He had written his cell number on it and his address. I wondered if he wanted me to sneak over whenever his wife wasn’t home.

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Wanted: A Real Man!

I shudder as my emotions overwhelm me and tears stream down my face. It seems like an eternity since I felt a man’s touch, the kind of caress that awakens every part of me. Oh, God, to feel that thrill once more, after all these years, would be heaven. How long must I wait before I find that special someone, a man who will not only capture my heart, but fill every aspect of my life?

True Story

River swing

I’m a 30 year old guy, 6’2 185 brown hair and blue eyes as straight as they
come I have always considered myself 100% straight. I have the beautiful
wife and 3 kids, twin girls and a boy. I make a decent living but my wife
makes real money. She is a pharmacist and she owns the place where she
works.
I like to jet ski during the summer, we have two jet skis and a pontoon
boat.
I have been sneaking to the river more and more by myself. I have met a
friend his name is Mike hes a 14 year old boy from the local area. He
belongs to what you would call the in crowd. About two miles up river there
is a rope swing that hangs from a tree about 100 feet or so up. It has been
there forever, I played on it as a kid myself. I was riding by one day on
my jet ski and I saw a beautiful little chick swing off the rope into the
water.
I stopped and checked out the scene. Her name was Shelby, and she was
beautiful the perfect woman’s body but you could tell she was maybe only 17
or 18 or so. I stopped and started talking to them and come to find out she
was only 14. I swear girls did not have bodies like grown women when I was
14. I struck up a conversation with Mike and Shelby. They were camping out
here that night and had brought only one two man tent. I thought to myself
I know what Mike has in mind with a little tent like that. They asked if I
would get them some beer. I told them I wish I could but I didn’t want to
go to jail. They said they understood. I did have a 12 pack in the
compartment of my jet ski and I offered each of them a beer if they swore
never to tell anyone. They agreed and before long after only two beers
shelby started making remarks about going off the rope naked. I was down
with that, but I didn’t believe she would actually do it. but to my
surprise she took her bikini off and was completely nude. she had a perfect
tan; no tan lines at all, and she had the most perfect B cup breast, and
tightest little ass I had ever seen. She also had just a little bit of
thick pussy hair that seemed to align perfectly with her clit and extend
about 1.5 up her body. She was the perfect female until I remembered she
was ONLY 14.
Mike looked at me and smiled and said she will fuck you if you give her
more beer. I didn’t know what to say but my cock was obviously saying give
her anything she wants. She got on the swing and wrapped her legs around
the rope and swung out over the water. She waved at me and mike and said
she was gonna do a cannon ball, and she did. She then swam to the jet ski
and climbed on it with me naked. She asked if I would ride her. I told her
I would love to ride her, but I would go to jail if I did. She said she
“rides” older men all the time.
I could not believe my ears she was so sexy and I swear she had the body
of a chick in a magazine. A grown womans body!
She then leans into my ear and tells me she wants to ride. So off we
went. She was so freaking hot. She told me she wasn’t into guys but would
make and exception if I would hook up with her brother too, and that she
had lied to me and that she was 16 not 14 and that her brother Mike is who
really was attracted to me. I was surprised but 16 is the age of consent
here so I figured I would listen. She then told me she would let me fuck
her if I would let Mike watch and if I would suck his cock while she was
rideing my cock, and if I agreed to cum in Mikes mouth not inside her. I
never answered her. when we got back I beached the ski and she led me to
the sand bar by my hand and just got on her knees and reached in my shorts
and took my cock out and started to suck my cock like a seasoned pro. she
was moaning while she was sucking my cock. I looked down at her and could
not believe I had this beautiful 14 or 16 year old girl sucking my
cock. She looked so awesome with my cock in her mouth. She was working my
cock too. She talked to me too she was saying I had a huge cock and how
good I tasted she knew how to make a man feel like a man. She would go as
far as she could and then swirl her tongue all the way back up and suck her
way back down. Mike came over and looked at her and he kinda moaned and
said that girls gives almost as good a blowjob as I do. at that she kinda
pointed my cock at him and started to suck my balls and mike got on his
knees in the sand, and in one motion I felt him swallowing my cock. I will
not lie and tell you she gave better head then he did because in all my
life I never felt anything as awesome as that kids mouth on my cock. He
didn’t use a lot of suction but it felt like every centimeter of my cock
was getting some kind of pleasure from his mouth he looked up at me and
said please do it in my mouth. I did not answer him then but in less then
10 minutes I was pumping the biggest load I had ever shot into his
mouth. He handled it without missing a beat, and continued to suck my cock
moaning, and kinda humping my foot with his cock. He pulled back and my
cock came out of his mouth and he said; thank you man that was
awesome. then he gave my cock a gentle tug and the last drop of cum made
its way out of my cock. He leaned in real slow, and opened his mouth then
slowly engulfed my cock head, and gave a wonderful little last suck, and
removed his mouth, and the last drop of cum was gone. Shelby said OMG that
was so fucking HOT!!! I just got off 3 times watching!!! I had nearly
forgotten about her. I looked at her and she smiled at me and said I don’t
guess I have to ask if you enjoyed that? I said I don’t have words to
describe it.
Mike said Dude you have an awesome cock! I thanked him and he asked if I
wanted to see his. Honestly I didn’t but I said sure. He took his shorts
completely off and walked close to me and started to stroke to my surprise
what I considered a nice cock. I don’t know why I reached for it and he
kinda leaned forward and sucked my right nipple, he asked if I had ever
done this before. I told him never. He moaned again and said for me to lie
down on the blanket I don’t know why but I did as he said. Shelby came over
and kissed him very passionately! Then she sucked his cock for about 20
seconds and then she kissed me just as passionately as she kissed him. I
don’t know if I can be sure who had me more worked up but my cock was so
hard I thought it was gonna break. She was kissing me like a woman in love
kisses the man she loves and I felt her arranging herself and I felt Mike
align my cock with her pussy and she slid down on my cock. I could not
believe this tight little pussy took my whole cock all at once. Her pussy
was tighter then my wifes asshole. I looked at her little pussy on my fat
cock and I thought I was gonna shoot right then, but she beat me too
it. she leaned back and shook all over and pressed herself hard into my
cock she rocked back and forth one time and it was obvious she was Cumming
just from being penetrated. She pushed on my chest and begged me not to
move. She leaned forward and I felt mike slowly sucking my balls. It was
awesome I could feel her tight little pussy contracting and releasing over
and over again and she wasn’t moving at all. She said that was fucking
awesome! Then she started to fuck me! She was rolling her lower body with a
talent I have never experienced in my life, she then put her feet up close
to my chest and leaned back and her pussy got even tighter and she started
to fuck me fast. I didn’t realize but Mike had his cock pointed right at my
mouth. And he was closing the distance. I kinda turned away from his cock
and Shelby came to a dead stop. She didn’t say a word she didn’t move
either, I turned back towards mikes cock and she started to fuck me real
slow, I opened my mouth and she fucked me a little faster when his cock was
in my mouth she went wild on my cock.. I had a teenage cock in my mouth and
a teenage pussy on my cock. Shelby leaned into my ear and said to suck his
cock like I like my cock sucked, so I did I got lost in sucking this kids
cock. I wanted to give him as good a suck job as he gave me. Shelby was
cumming again and going crazy. She slowed on my cock and just rocked back
and fourth for a few minutes mike said he was close and I pulled
away. Shelby leaned down and said she would get off so good if she saw mike
cumming in my mouth so I said what the hell and before long mike was
shooting in my mouth. It was strange but not that bad. Shelby went nuts and
said she could not fuck anymore if she wanted to walk tomorrow. I said ok
and thought I was gonna be left hanging but she got up, and mike got
down. With no warning or anything mike was aligning my cock with his
ass. And just like Shelby did he slid right down on it. He was fucking
tight too. He looked good sitting on my cock I had not noticed before but
he had shaved his cock and balls he was all the way down on my cock now and
his balls and cock were resting on my pelvic area. I never noticed before
how nice looking this kid was, I guess being distracted by Shelby. He has a
six pack stomach and well developed pecs, his biceps were well developed
and hard I could see a large vain in both of his biceps. Hes balls and cock
were resting on my pelvic area again, and I could feel the weight of them
and the heat coming from them. He twisted a little bit but kept his cock
and balls resting on me. He threw his head back and put his hands on my
chest and leaned back a little bit I assume he was getting accustomed to my
cock, he was saying man that’s big, it feels so good but the look on his
face said it was hurting him. he looked down at me and opened his eyes real
big and didn’t say anything. I felt him push on my chest before I felt his
asshole slide up my cock, but when I felt him start to fuck me I thought I
was going to loose it right then. he asked if I was ok and I said he felt
so good that I was gonna loose it if the kept up. he was long and slow
fucking me in away I never imagined a guy could do with his ass especially
a teenaged boy! Shelby said hes awesome isn’t he?
I agreed with her. Shelby leaned down and sucked mikes cock into her
mouth. He was fucking me long and slow so she was able to suck him, I guess
pretty good because I could feel his ass spasm as he came in her mouth. She
didn’t swallow she brought it to me and kissed me and pushed some of that
awesome tasting cum into my mouth.
She said its ok hes ready for you to cum, he was still slow fucking me but
when he would bottom out his cock and balls were on me again and he was
scooting back and fourth a little while he was bottomed out on me it felt
so freaking good. He started saying give it to me I want your cum in my
ass so bad, he was begging me to cum and he stepped it up a bit, but he
kept bottoming out and his cock looked so good and I had to feel it.
I touched his cock and he really put his talented asshole to work on me and
in a few seconds I was cumming he was awesome!!! He used his body to
deliver more pleasure then I thought it was possible for a man to give
another man. He eased his asshole off me and kissed Shelby and she kissed
me and asked for another beer.
I gave them a beer and Shelby said we have got to do this again.
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They call me Dr. Love…

This is my first story. I don’t feel confident enough to make something up, so I think I’ll just tell the story of my first real sexual experience. It probably has too much build up…but oh well. If it turns out that I have any talent at all, I’ll post more of my limited escapades.
My name is Bret. I grew up in a small town in the Midwest with less than 1,000 people. It was the kind of community where you feel that everyone knows everyone. I’d lived in the same house my entire life, as had my neighbors. To one side we had an elderly couple and to the opposite lived a divorced man and his two daughters, whom I had know for over ten years.
In the early days, I was forced to take a half mile walk to school every morning. Eventually, my sister (my elder by 3 years) got her drivers license and hauled me back and forth.
During the winter months, my mother had decided that my sister could also take my neighbors daughters to school every morning. I believe this was probably the beginning of my relationship with Kay, the older of the two.
At the time, I was 13, Kay was 12, and her younger sister, Brianna, was only 10 or 11.
It all started innocently enough. We would sneak looks at each other, talk, and hold hands.
As the years progressed, it was my turn to receive my license at the age of 16. My sister moved off for college, leaving me the responsibility of hauling our neighbors to school.
Now, it’s worth mentioning that Kay and I never really got into a REAL relationship. It was all just that kid stuff years ago. I dated several girls and considered the friendship Kay and I shared was based only on the ride to school. Kay never really got into the swing of the dating scene. I don’t fully understand why. She wasn’t model material, but she had a beautiful face topped with strawberry blonde hair. She stood 5’3 and couldn’t have weighed more than 125. To me, she was still beautiful.
My junior year, at 17, I was as horny as any other red-blooded teenager. Kay and Brianna would get in my truck every morning and it was all I could do to keep from getting a chub just looking at her. The ride to and from school was easily the highlight of my day.
My nights consisted of fantasizing about the things that could be between Kay and I. I’d lay in bed and we’d text each other all hours of the night, but neither of us let on that we had feelings for the other.
The way our homes are set up, Kay, Brianna, and I all had rooms on the top floor. The windows to Kay and I’s respected rooms faced each other almost perfectly with about 30 feet separating us. Briannas was down the hall from Kays. Kay also had her own full bathroom.
More than once I’d shut all my lights out and watch Kay move about her room. Her bed attired usually consisted of a tank top and a pair of oh so short shorts. On my lucky days, I’d catch Kay coming out of her bathroom with only a towel shielding her body from the world. Her body glistened from the shower water and she looked like a goddess to me.
Only once was I privileged enough to catch Kay coming out of her bathroom fully nude. At 16, puberty had done her well. As can be imagined, self-inflicted sexual exhaustion put me to sleep that night.
But I digress.
As January rolled around, boys basketball was in full swing. Sitting at lunch one day, Kay sat down next to me.
“Hey Bret.” She said with her normal white smile.
“Hey.” I replied.
“Um. Are you going to the game tonight?” she asked.
“I dunno. Maybe.” was my answer.
“Oh. Well, if you do, could you take me? I really wanna go but I don’t have a ride.” she said.
“Sure thing, Kay.” I said.
She smiled and I watched her walk away as her jeans clung to her for dear life. As soon as she asked me, I knew I wanted to go. Not for the game, but for the chance to be with her. I sent her a text an hour later telling her to be ready by 5 and we’d leave for the rival school, which was roughly 45 miles away.
5 rolled around slowly and I was ready to rock. I walked out to see her sitting on my tailgate smiling.
“You ready?” She asked.
“You bet.” I replied.
The ride started off normal enough. We talked about the game, people at school, the normal stuff. Somehow, the conversation turned to relationships and my inability to keep one. Ultimately, the big question finally came up.
“So…have you…”done it” yet?” She asked.
I was taken aback.
“Why would you ask that?” I questioned.
“Just a question. You don’t have to tell me.” she replied.
“No, no…it’s cool. Well…uh…no. I just can’t seem to get that far.” was my answer.
“Oh.” She said.
“What about you?” I asked.
“Well…yeah. Only once though.”
I couldn’t believe it. It made me feel depressed just hearing that someone had deflowered my sweet, sweet Kay. She explained to me that it was a one time thing that just kind of happened. It wasn’t someone she was dating, just something that got carried away.
Needless to say, I wasn’t much for talking the rest of the ride. Why couldn’t I just let Kay know how I felt about her?
The game seemed to take an eternity and we eneded up losing 64-58. The ride home offered no solace as Kay was on the phone with one of her gal pals most of the ride. Around 11 I pulled in my drive.
“Thanks!” Kay said as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
“No problem.” was all I could muster.
I went inside and straight up to my room, leaving my lights all off. I watched as Kay made her way into her room, on the phone again. She pulled off her white shirt, revealing a lacy bra. She struggled peeling her tight jeans off around her lovely hips and slid them down over her orange and pink high-cut boyshorts.
She sat on her bed, running her hand through her shoulder-length hair, all the time yacking on the phone.
Finally, she closed her phone, looked at it and opened it back up. Her fingers began rushing all over her keypad. Immediately, I figured she was texting the scumbag that took her virginity.
To my surprise, my phone began to vibrate. I opened it up, seeing I had a new text from Kay.
“Is everything ok?” it read.
“Couldn’t be better” I replied.
“Are you sure? It just seemed like you weren’t happy tonight…” she responded.
“Yeah, sure. Everything is great.” I sent, immediately feeling like an asshole for the sarcasm-laden message.
“You wanna talk?” She asked.
“I don’t feel like talking on the phone. I’m tired.” I replied.
“Just come over here.” she said.
I had mixed emotions. I was so upset, yet excited that she wanted me over.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just do it, weirdo ” She answered.
Kays father is a severe alcoholic. I felt totally comfortable going into their house knowing he would be at the bar.
I left my house, crossed their yard, and walked in their back door. I froze. I looked into the living room and saw the glow of the television. I eased my way toward the light and saw it was only 15 year old Brianna asleep on the couch. She looked so much like her sister. She wouldn’t become part of my life for another year, though.
I crept up the stairs to the room adjacent from my own. I knocked on the door and a cheery voice invited me in. To my disappointment, she had slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top over her body. She invited me to sit on her bed beside her. I took off my jacket and laid it on the floor, then joined her.
“So what’s wrong?” She asked.
“Like I said…nothing.” My voice had no emotion to it.
“Come one. You can tell me.” She batted her eyes.
“Nothing to tell, Kay.” I said.
She grabbed my arm.
“Bret. Come on.” She urged.
“It’s just…” I started. She looked me in the eye.
“It’s just I really like you, Kay. I’m sorry, but I have for so long now. You’re the only girl I think about and the only one I wanna be around. I just couldn’t believe that you’d do something like that with someone else…it kinda hurt. I’m sorry, Kay…but I think I love you.” I said.
Kay had a weird mixture of shock and sadness on her face.
“Now that that’s over I’ll just go now.” I offered.
“No…don’t do that.” She said. “For the longest time…I’ve had a crush on you. I wasn’t going to tell you, though. I just thought you saw me as some dopey kid next door. I wanna be with you too.” She said.
Kay and I sat in silence for a few moments. Gradually, our faces drew closer and closer. Our lips met in a culmination of everything I dreamed of. Our tongues danced with one another in the middle of our teenage lust.
Slowly, I began laying Kay down next to me. We continued to kiss passionately as I massaged her thigh. I ran my finger under the elastic of her small blue shorts. She broke the kiss and looked at me. Then, she bit her lip and looked adorable. She just smiled and kissed me again, I took that as a sign to move forward.
She raised her back off the bed as I moved her shorts down her legs and over her ankles. I took my middle finger and rubbed it over her panty-covered mound. She giggled a little and kept a deathlock on my mouth.
Quickly losing interest, I decided it was time for the panties to go as well. I slid them down and threw them at her door. I looked down at the object of my desire and smiled. Just as I had thought, she was shaved to perfection. I took off my shirt and threw it toward the direction of her panties crash zone. I leaned down and ran my tongue just above magical slit. She looked down at me with her deep brown eyes and just smiled. I ran my hands up and down her thighs as I forced my tongue in and out of her pleasure receptor. The sweet and salty mix had my member growing to full capacity. I stood up and undid my belt buckle, removing my belt. She sat up and tugged at the bottom of her tank top. She then reached behind her and removed her bra. She used her finger to call me over to her naked side.
Reaching out, Kay ran her hand up and down the 6 inch bulge in my pants. Fearing “firing my gun too soon”, I coaxed her on. She undid my button and fly and I helped slide my pants to the floor. My boxers did nothing to help hide my ever-throbbing erection. I slid them off and my dick sprang to a life of it’s own. I moved closer to her and she slowly stroked my blood-filled member.
“Ohh..” I said silently.
She got up and pushed me on the bed. I laid back, legs draping over the edge. She got onto her knees and gave me a further inspection. A taste test was in order. Kay had no problem taking my full cock into her mouth. The feeling was phenomenal. The most beautiful girl I knew, the object of my desire, was doing all she could to please me.
My hips began bucking, slamming my balls into the underside of her chin.
“Whoa!” I said, wanting to prolong this as long as I could. I was about to cum.
Kay reached under her bed and pulled out a shoe box. Inside laid a few condoms. She pulled one out that was wrapped in red. She opened it up and slowly worked it down my shaft. She stood up and smiled at my naked body. She got on the bed and crawled over to me. She raised a leg and straddled me, looking me right in the eye. I placed my hands on each asscheek and she slowly lowered herself down.
My head spun from the insane pleasure originating from my groin. She laid her chest to mine and moved her hips up and down slowly. I kissed her neck and massaged her backside. Kay let out very faint yelps and I was lost in ecstacy. She pushed off my chest and leaned back on her arms, grinding her hips all the time. I reached up and took in the gorgeous sight before me. Her perfect breasts swayed almost in slow motion in front of my face. I looked further down to see my cock being assaulted by her vagina. I leaned up and took her left nipple into my mouth, my tongue combatting it’s stiffness.
I grabbed Kay from underneath and stood up. I turned around and laid her on the bed. I lifted her leg and allowed my member to penetrate her once again. I raised my hips and slammed them down over and over and over. Kay hit her orgasm. A scream shot out of her mouth that I was sure was going to wake up a sleeping Brianna downstairs. The sheer pleasure in her voice sent me into space. I pumped and pumped and reached my own climax.
“Ohhhh Goddddd…” was all I could get out.
I exploded inside Kay. Thank God for that condom. I continued to pump until I was gasping for air. I collapsed on top of her and laid there for some time. I looked down at Kay who was smiling at me. We kissed passionately once more. Slowly, my member went flaccid and slipped out of her. We laid there kissing and giggling for a few moments more and I decided to let Kay get some sleep. I brought her bra and panties to her and watched her put them back on. I applied my own garments back to my body and leaned down to kiss Kay one last time.
I walked back to my house the happiest I had ever been. I walked upstairs and fell on my bed. I felt my phone vibrate. I opened it and saw I had a text from Kay.
“Love you.” It read.
“I love you too” I replied.

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The sleepover pt. 1

This is my first story, please do not be too harsh. Tell me if you want me to write more This is a true story but I have changed the names of all of the characters. The names of the People are made up and are not in any way linked to anyone else with the same name.

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Helping mom …

It had only been two or three weeks since I had had sex with my mom for the first
time, and we had used a condom every time we had sex, then and since.

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Warming up my mother

I was 16 when this happened, and i found this site a few days ago and i decided its time to share my experience.
It was getting into autumn and the nights were getting colder but my room always remains the hottest somehow. I was feeling the heat a bit so i went downstairs to turn the heating off and my mom came out of her room to tell me that its cold in her room and she didnt want the heating turned off, but i told her “im turning the heating off and if you want i will sleep in your room then”.
My mom has a big king-size bed and heavy covers, Yet she is always feeling cold for some reason. I jumped into the bed while she went to get herself a drink, and god the quilts were heavy and i could hardly lift it to move myself around..
My mother returned with a drink of water and after taking a couple of gulps, she placed the glass on the bedside cabinet, turned off the light then got into the bed. After a while i fell asleep next to my mom and she was cuddling up close to me to get my body heat.
I awoke with my boxers pulled half way down and my mother coressing my erection (i guess i was having a good dream) and i opened my eyes and sat up quite quickly, My mother jumped back in shock apologizing to me and not making eye contact wih me. When she looked me in the eyes i playfully said “you’ve seen mine, now lets see yours” (i had sometimes fantasized about my mother, but i did not plan for this to happen).
She hezitated for a couple of minutes then slowly hooked the waist line of her pajama bottoms with her thumbs, and slowly slid them down to her ankles. I stared at my mothers vagina, and slowly reached over and ran my fingers through her pubic hair and down to her warm moist pussy. She trembled and let out a deep sigh as my fingers ran over her clit. I soon slid my middle finger into my mothers warm vagina, and as i finger fucked her she started letting out short low moans and she tilted her head back as i slid another finger in.
I had got to the point where she started grinding on my fingers, trying to make them go deeper and deeper. I could start to smell the aroma of her love juices filling the air, and then while still fingering her i lifted her top and started to rub her perfect round breasts. I had got her pussy leaking and her body squirming before she started saying “Please.. stop teasing me.. make love to me please”.
I felt the need to obey my mother and without a second thought i sat up and rolled in front of her spread legs.. i slowly advanced up her body till we were face to face and she lifted her head up to kiss me and i accepted her kiss, While we were passionatly kissing i took my hard cock in my hand and placed the head against her wet pussy lips and slid my head in slowly, She stopped kissing me and let out a soft moan.
In between her moans i could hear her saying “faster..please.. go faster” again i obeyed my mother and in good time i started thrusting my hard cock into her faster and harder and she started to moan uncontrollably.
I could feel myself wanting to cum and i quickly pulled out and my mother just lay there on her back trembling and rubbing her clit begging me “please put it back in.. dont stop please”. I thought to myself iv gave her what she wanted and its time i got what i had always fantasized about..
i quickly gave her a soft kiss on her lips and told her to get on all fours, she asked me with a nervous voice “why.. what are you going to do” i said to her “dont worry.. Im not going to hurt you”.
My mother obeyed me and got on all fours as requested.. i stared at her sopping wet pussy and i could feel my cock twitching, so i told her not to move and i walked into the bathroom and grabbed the baby oil off of the bathroom shelf. I squeezed the bottle of oil and let if drizzle out onto my mothers anus, and i watched it tighten and i told her to relax. I oiled up to of my fingers and slid one of them into my mothers asshole and the heat was unbelievable and the tightness was amazing..
My mother moaned and squirmed as i probed her anus with my finger preparing it for my cock.. I slid a second finger in and she started moaning a bit louder, and with that i removed my fingers and heard a slight *POP* as i removed them. I started to oil up my semi-hard cock, preparing it for my mother. i got on my knees and i told my mom to relax and spread her ass cheeks for me, and with a slight hesitation she did as i asked.. i placed one hard on the arch of my mothers back and i held my cock in my other hand, as i slid the head of my cock into my mothers ass i could feel the tremendous heat of her back passage. as i slid my cock into her asshole deeper i could feel her sphincter grip my cock like a vice and i let out a loud “JESUS!!” as i finally got the full length of my cock inside my mothers ass.
She begged me to fuck her and make her come, and i did as my mother pleaded and i started sliding my cock in and out of my mothers anus and she was moaning so loud i think the neighbors heard her the next street down. She massasged her clit with one hand and with the other free hand she was rubbing and squeezing her perfect tits moaning ” YES OH GOD YESSSS”. I was so turned on by my mothers moaning i started to moan myself and i could feel my cock throbbing inside of my mother when she started screaming “OOOOOOOH MMMMMMMMMMM” and i could feel her squirting her juices all over my legs and the covers. With the intense heat of her pussy juice and her ass i started to empty my balls inside my mother and she continued moaning with my cum shooting deep inside of her asshole and we both collapsed. I could barely pull my cock out of her ass i was exhausted..
We lay there for quite some time before we had the strength to get to the bathroom to get cleaned up. We both agreed to never tell anyone what had happened.. But she couldnt expect me to keep this to myself all my life could she?
the end
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Pope Joan 1

Pope Joan 1
In the year of our lord, 823 AD a girl, Joanna Wellen was born in a small village not far from Salisbury Plain in southern England. He mother died due to complications of the birth. As she grew, she would often visit Stonehenge, with her father who treated her with great love and affection. Stonehenge was a religious center, and an astronomical observatory; which lay not far from their village. It was used as a place of worship, especially by the surfs and peasants who were not allowed to attend Church.
In those days in England and Europe for that matter, females were considered worthless, and only good for birthing babies, cooking, scrubbing and cleaning for a man. They were not allowed to go to school, as society thought them incapable of learning.
Joanna grew up as a scullery maid and worked on her Father’s farm for years. From the time she learned to speak, Joan always wanted to learn about everything, so when she was fifteen and began to clean house for the village schoolteacher, they became friends and when she was not working, she begged him to teach her to read.
As her father loved her very much, he had no complaints regarding her studies, and invited the schoolteacher for supper, four evenings a week in payment for teaching her.
After several years, the schoolteacher, one Edmund Beddus was married to a fairly well to do somewhat older widow, Gwendolyn Vaughan, who’s late husband was killed in a horseback ridding accident. It was not well known at the time; however he was drunk. As Edmund didn’t earn much money, he jumped at the chance to marry Gwendolyn, mostly for her stature and wealth.
After a while, Gwendolyn became angry due to the attention Edmund paid to Joan and threatened him with a divorce. Edmond ended his three-year relationship with the girl, and she had to return all of the books she had borrowed.
The young village priest Father Paul had always seen Joan walking with a book in her hands and was taken with her beauty. One day he saw her passing the church, however she had no book. He called to her and said,
“Are you no longer reading Joan?”
“I no longer have books available to me Father.” She said.
“Well Joan, if ever you wish books to read again, feel free to come by the rectory after supper and I will let you read some that belong to the church.”
This was a very special offer as there were no libraries and all books were written by hand. It would be six hundred years before; Johannes Gutenberg would invent moveable type and print his first bible.
The following evening, after making supper for her Father, Joan walked to the church and knocked on the rectory door. Father Paul answered and invited her in. As the parish was pour, they only had four books. One was a bible, the second was a book called, “Entrance to Heaven”, which was a guide for priests.
The third and forth were written in Latin, a language in which Joan had no knowledge. Father Paul told her to be seated by the fire, picked up the book in Latin and began to read.
“When a priest has a craving for a physical union, it is the duty of all females to give themselves to him willingly. This is the law of God. Sexual union is God’s reward to everyone who follows his decrees. The female shall spread her legs wide and allow the priest to enter her with his phallic member.
“Father what is a phallic member?”
“All males have a phallic member Joan. It is the essence of a man.”
“I have no knowledge of such essence. What will it do?”
“It is the instrument that will allow a female to see God.”
“Do you have your phallic member with you Father Paul?”
“Yes, I do.”
“May I see it Father?”
“Of course my child.”
Father Paul lifted his short tunic and revealed his penis and testicles. Joan was very interested and asked how she would be able to see God, with his instrument. The Father invited her to repose on his bed of straw, and he would display the power of his essence.
When she complied, Father Paul knelt down and lifted her tattered dress, revealing her slitten, the entrance to her holy passageway. As he spread her legs, Joan wondered what he was doing and why. In her sixteen years she had never heard of this type of ritual, and wondered who had written the book.
Kneeling between Joan’s legs, Paul stripped off his tunic and was naked before her; his member became erect and was pointing toward the ceiling. As he bent forward, and guided his penis toward the opening to her vagina, she wondered if she would really see God. A priest would never lie to her, she thought.
As Father Paul rubbed the large head of his phallus up and down her damp slitten, she became more interested in his movements. They felt strangely pleasing, and her slitten began to tickle and was becoming very warm, and wet. She had felt nothing like this in her short life.
It was wonderful and caused her to breath harder. Slowly Paul began to move his penis into her vagina and she screamed in pain. It felt as though he was entering her with a double-egged sword. She knew right then she was about to see God, as his phallus would surly end her life. She had never experienced a pain such as this. Father Paul was deep into her vagina, and moving fast as she lay under him, her tears flowed down her cheeks as she waited for impending death.
However as he continued to move, her pain was subsiding and pleasure was replacing it. She believed that Father moving his phallus in and out of her; was devoid of wisdom and good sense.
Other than a nice feeling from between her legs, the whole process seemed fruitless, and a bit pointless. He continued for some time and pointless as the process appeared to be, she was developing a wonderful feeling in her belly. Father Paul was creating a desire, which previously Joan had no knowledge of. Her belly was tingling as the Father continued his thrusts, his phallus sliding in and out of her passageway. She found herself lifting her legs, then wrapping them around Father Paul’s legs, pulling him tight into her channel.
As he continued, Joan’s feelings for the young Father were growing at an alarming rate and her need for something, she knew not what, increasing. Her emotions were on a never ending latter, climbing to the sky.
Without any warning Joan, felt herself begin to discharge juices with a force. She felt fulfillment and gratification of an unknown desire and appetite, which lifted her to extreme pleasure and contentment.
Father Paul had not yet discharged his essence and doubled his efforts. As Joan felt his increasing movements in to her, desire began to grow again almost exponentially and she held him tight to her. Father Paul called out to heaven,
“Oh Lord my God, I am your humble servant and I do your bidding.”
Joan felt a new gush of liquid, however it wasn’t coming from her, it was coming from Father Paul. The feeling was beautiful in design and execution, and although she did not see God, she believed she was closer to him. The whole occurrence was a delicacy as to arouse intense delight, and satisfaction. Joan cared little to see God, as she was taking great pleasure and delight in his glory.
Suddenly a reoccurrence of her discharge began, and she was lifted beyond the bounds of Earth. Her blood ran hot as her juices flowed once again.
“Your phallus is as you said Father, truly the essence of man … and God.”
“Remember Joan, although my member … my penis, from the Latin, if you will, is a wonderful instrument. It would be useless without your marvelous passage of desire. My penis requires your vagina to achieve its primary and sacred function. Without woman, man has little purpose in life. It is God’s will.”
Joan knew that her existence had taken a new direction. She was truly a daughter of God, and would do everything necessary to fulfill the Heavenly Father’s design. As Father Paul lay in coitus relaxen, a Latin term for rest after sexual intercourse, Joan lifted his depleted penis and examined it carefully. She found a hidden beauty within its current state, although it was much more useful when it was swollen to a larger size.
She felt closer to Father Paul than she had to any individual, except maybe her own Father. The closeness was of course the feeling most women would feel to a man; who brought her such euphoria and intense pleasure. Joan felt compelled to pay homage to his member and leaned down to kiss it.
It had a strange yet inexplicable odor. Not a bad odor, but one, which could not be described. She had detected a similar odor before when the farm animals were ready for breading. Joan kissed Father Paul’s member on the tip once again, and suddenly it began to throb and swell. As she unexpectedly enjoyed the taste, she slid the head of his penis into her mouth, and for some unknown natural desire, began to suck on it.
Father Paul squirmed in delight feeling something wonderful which he only had knowledge of, during confessions of travelers to the Far East. It was told to him that Egyptian girls reveled in sucking a man’s penis, and excelled in elevating a man to an ultimate level of fulfillment and gratification.
Strangely he had never heard of an English female performing such a wonderful service. This was something that God and the Church made no mention of, possibly because it had nothing to do with reproduction.
Joan now had a challenge and believed she would be able to master it. As she sucked the Priest’s penis he moaned, apparently enjoying her oral stimulation causing him arousal, and intense pleasure beyond that of which she provided with her vagina. The priest took hold of Joan’s head and moved his hips upward in a masterful manner, emulating copulation.
Joan was now eager to give the young priest something he would continue to desire, throughout their newly found friendship. As she sucked him, her hand took hold of his testicles and fondled them as one might do with a favorite pet. The priest in return moaned and mewed letting her know how much the manipulations of her mouth on his penis were appreciated.
With little warning the priest began to spray his bodily secretions into her mouth with a degree of fluidity that surpassed his previous performance. Joan sat up wondering what was to be done with Father Paul’s essence. Would it be a sin to expel it from her mouth? As it was a gift from God, she wondered what she should do. Father Paul saw the questioning expression on Joan’s face and said,
“Swallow it Joan. God would want nothing less. Essence is too important to be splattered on the dirt floor.”
Although the creamy liquid felt wonderful in her mouth, she followed directions and allowed the liquid to slowly slide down her throat. Although a bit salty, the essence was also sweet. A fascinating combination she thought.
“Do you want me to continue reading Joan?”
“No. Not tonight as I believe Morpheus, the ancient Roman god of sleep and dreams is calling to me. May I return after supper on the morrow Father Paul?”
“Of course my child. You may visit me any time you desire, and I will teach you everything I have knowledge of.”
To be continued …

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