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Cousin Love Part 2

The knock in the door turned into a loud thud. Patrick and Hannah both scrabled to get put together so that no body would be suspicious that anything other then normal had just taken place.
Once ready, Patrick went to open the door. He was a little shocked and relieved only to find that it was his little sister Erin at the door. She was the same age as Hannah. Shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and a slim figure. She had only come up staires to tell Patrick that they were leaving to go home. Erin then ran into the room, hugged hannah goodbye, and went back out the door and down the stairs. 
Patrick and Hannah were left standing there akeardly. Finally Hannah spoke and said ” I can’t wait until next weekend when you guys come back for another dinner, I’ll make sure I’m ready.” with that final statement, she walked over to Patrick, gave him a passionate kiss, then walked away to go down the staires. Patricks mind was spinning, but soon his fathers voice ringing shouted up the staires and Patrick snapped out of his trance. He reluctantly left his aunts house but started to plan what he could do next weekend. 
The week had gone by so slowly. Every day felt like a year to Patrick. It might have been summer but he felt like he had nothing to do. All he could think about was this past weekend and his cousins sweet feminine treasures. Sunday rolled around. Once one’o clock came, Pat knew it was time to hop into the car and go to his aunts house. Once he arived, he couldn’t wait to hop into the pool this time. He walked into the house where he was greated by relatives. He tried as best he could to make his way to the backyard as quickly as possible. Eventually he made it. Now the fun can begin.
Hannah was already in the pool so Pat ripped off his shirt and ran in. Hannah had such an excited look on her face when he jumped in. She swam over to him to say hi and give him a hug, the couldn’t kiss, not in public with their family around. Pat in turn hugged back but let his hand trail down to squeez her ass. They were in water, who could see that? Hannah squealed in delight as Patrick played with her soft ass but had to break the close contact before people got currious.
The pool games continued. Then some conversations broke out and everyone was at their own edge of the pool. Hannah was right by Pat. As the group of people were talking, Hannah slid her hand over to Patric’sk thigh. While it startled him at first, he quickly relaxed and let her hand roam freely. Eventually, Hannah was rubbing his balls through his swim trunks. It was so hard for Pat to keep a straight face while talking to everyone as his little cousin fondled him under the water. As the rubbing continued, patrick wanted some fun of his own. He let his own hand slither over to Hannah and squeeze her ass cheeks. They were so soft but firm at the same time. Pat could play with her ass all day. 
Wanting to push the envelope more, Pat let his hand slip between her thighs so that through her bikini fabric, he was rubbing her clit. A quick gasp of breath escaped from Hannah from the sudden shock of erotic pleasure. Patrick picked up his speed which caused Hannah to grind against his fingers. Patrick was having a field day, having his hard-on stroked through his swim trunks while rubbing a young girls clit and making her gasp and moan softly. Eventually, Patrick could not thake anymore, he needed to go all out on Hannah. But where? Patrick got a great idea. He spoke up saying he was going to the bathroom. But before he got out of the pool, he gave hannahs ass one last squeeze and a look in his eye that sujested that he wanted her to follow. 
Hannah got the message. After waiting a bit, she too said she would have to use the bathroom. She darted into the house. She looked in both bathrooms but couldn’t find Patrick. She then checked her room to find him in there. She imediately ran in, locked the door, and jumped onto Patrick. Both of them were kissing in a wild passion. Patrick was giving hannahs ass the ocasional smack while Hannah was tearing her bikini top and bottom off. Next she proceeded to pull Pat’s trunks down, exposing his 13 year old cock. Hannah looked on with awe as she had never seen something so wonderful before. The past week, she had been finding and learning new things on what to do with a mans cock, and now was the time to put the information to the test.
Patrick was laying on his back in total bliss as his 10 year old cousin layed on top of him naked. She slowely moved town his body while kissing every part of his torso. Once she arived to Patrick’s dick, she look devilishly into his eyes and then moved her mouth to his dick. Patrick was both excited and amazed that his young cousin knew how to act like such a slut. His eyes grew wide and he let out a low groan as his cock becamed envelloped by the little girls mouth. Hannah swirled her toung around the head of his cock which sent chills through out Patricks body. For her first cock sucking, Hannah was doing amazingly well. She bobbed her head like a pro and had Patrick moaning in no time. After a while, Patrick knew he was reaching his breaking point, so he warned Hannah. But she didn’t stop, she actually picked up the pace! Patrick couldn’t hold back any longer, he erupted into the little girls throat. Hannah could not keep up with the streams of cum that were rocketing out of his dick so some began to leak out of the corners of her mouth.
Eventually, Patricks balls became compleatly emptied. His cousin was a cock sucking pro. Hannah licked every last drop of cum off of her chin and lips. She just smiled at Pat, knowing he enjoyed it as much as she did. But there gazes were broken by the shouting of Hannahs mother up the stairs that dinner was ready. Safely the two had to hold off on their fun for a bit. But to ensure Pat that the fun wasn’t over she said ” maybe after we eat dinner, you can eat my desert”. After that coy statement, she left the room, leaving Patrick standing there with his jaw dropped and his mind racing of what else could go on tonight. 

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Linda finally gave in

Hello everyone. This is my first attempt in writing a public story which is a true story. If I get at least a fair response with suggestions for improvement then I’m planning to write a complete series of my various experiences with my girlfriends. Also, there will be few stories of my deepest fantasy which I want to fulfill with my girlfriend in the future. So without further ado, let’s continue with story.

HOOKED ON SEX IN HIGHSCHOOL PART 3

“TAYLOR!” Reality hit me as soon as my flashback had ended. Aaron was calling me out to the front of the school.
I typically made friends with everyone in high school, but my favorite crowd was the mixture of outcasts. The outcasts and the misfits had a sense of humor no other group could match, and this excited me. Since Aaron was new to the school, I introduced him to my many deranged friends. “Aaron, this here is Sam.” They shook hands.
Sam had always wanted to get a piece of ass, but the poor guy was just too dumb and ugly for anyone. They even made a rumor up that the guy fucked a poor innocent dog. I doubt it was true, but when I was younger I sure as hell believed it. I believed anything anyone told me when I was young.
I was a young, stupid, na? little waif of a girl, not to mention I wasn’t all that attractive when I was younger. I was a horny little tween when I was young. The first day I had ever had an orgasm, I was bathing in my grandmother’s new jet bathtub. I wondered why people would masturbate and what the hell an orgasm was, and why it was so “wrong“ to do. I filled up the bathtub, and turned it on. Then I placed my little hairless pussy on the jet, and laid the rest of my body back in the warm water. I couldn’t explain what I felt as the water massaged and played with my clit. For some reason, my hips wanted to rotate, so I let them. I also gradually turned up the jets as I did. Up, down, up, down. I felt uncomfortable as I did this so I leaned forward and got on my knees for doggie style fun with the jets. The water, blasting into my virgin pussy probably had ripped my hymen, but I continued to let it fill me up with every rotation. I eventually backed up onto the jet, filled my virgin womb to the brim, and let the jet massage my clit. I felt a tickle within my pussy build up and up, and finally I felt a surge of electricity flow through my entire body. I gasped and pulled away from it, and said under my breath “Wow… my first orgasm…” All the water had shot out of my pussy, and I saw bits of blood everywhere. I payed it no mind, until about a week later I had my first period, on my twelfth birthday. Every day since my twelfth birthday, I would come home from school, by-pass everyone and pull out my homemade dildo, who I had named Mr. Spanky. I had fashioned him from a ten colored pen. I would put on music that would pick up paces, such as river dance music or metal, and as I played with my pussy I would pick up the pace as the music did, and have myself a hell of a time. This went on for about two more years until I met Mac, my first boyfriend.
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Mac, who had come up with the dreadful story about Sam, Mac, the compulsive liar, Mac, the one who sits behind me in Biology this year, Mac the one who still hates me for breaking up with him freshman year, was the complete opposite of me. I was a peaceful girl, and he was a hardcore metal comedian, and to this day I find both of those aspects in a man extremely attractive. Other than that, NOTHING about Mac was attractive, but when he grew out his hair, I completely forgot about it. I would play with his hair, and kiss him, and tell him he was funny and loveable.
Mac and I met in 8th grade. We had a lot of classes together. I would always be the one to finish assignments, and he would be the complete slacker. Every day I would ask Mac if he had a girlfirend. He would always say yes ( and she was a TOTAL bitch, and still is to this day.) One -day, in Geography class, Mac told me he was single, so that day at lunch, I asked him out to the next Middle School dance. He said yes. Mac wasn’t one for dances, but he went for me. I showed up, looking like an idiot. I didn’t have pretty dresses like the other girls did. I went in a dress I hadn’t worn since I was twelve, in shoes I hadn’t worn in the same amount of time, because my family couldn’t afford anything more. Mac showed up, in a blue corduroy suit, and a pimp hat. I never felt more embarrassed in my life. I didn’t even want to dance that night, and I was really good at dancing. I ended up working in the photo booth taking pictures for the yearbook. As everyone left, I gathered my things, and left with a sadness like no other.
My first date, sucked. My first boyfriend, embarrassment. My first kiss, about to happen.
We walked out, among other nerds who had went stag to the dance. It was raining hard outside, and my mom was waiting at the other end of the school to pick me up. “Thanks for taking me to the dance Mac.” I said with a huff, and started off in a silent run to leave. Mac just stood there with a sad stance, and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his costume. I stopped mid stride, turned around and gave Mac a kiss on the cheek. Then he gave me a kiss on the lips. My first kiss, in the rain, wasn’t all that bad. Mac walked me the rest of the way. I was cold and soaking wet but my lips burned from the first time I had ever used them on another person. I went home and wrote in my journal about it.
Months went by and Mac and I grew together. He would tell me jokes, and let me borrow his video games, and he would buy me cute presents for the week of Christmas, as I would him. We would take walks in the winter, around my grandmother’s house, which was next to a Lutheran church, which was ALSO next to the school we went to. My birthday was coming up soon, and it was beginning to snow.
The week before my birthday was a bitch indeed. Ordering the things I had wanted, spending all the money I saved, everything was a complete hassle. I had invited every one of my friends, and then some. The night came, and I spent the time waiting at the door. No one had arrived early, no one had arrived on time. The only person who arrived was Mac. I showed him around my house, because he had never been before. I showed him my room, which since I was twelve had been switched from a room across my mother’s, to the den on the other side of the house. My room was extremely large. It could fit just about everything in it. Rarely was it clean, but it was clean today. I led him into my room, and sat him down on my red futon and we started to watch some Family Guy. Mac and I weren’t very good at kissing, but we started to do it anyway. It didn’t take Mac long to become aroused, and I was curious about what a penis looked like up close. “Hey Mac, remember how we were talking about sexual things over the phone?” I asked him. “Yeah… I don’t know if it’s such a good idea…” he said. I told him how much I would love it if he showed me his penis, and I would show him my pussy in return. I had shaved it, because I was positive something like this was in my alley to happen tonight. He unzipped his pants, and out flopped this MONSTER cock, hidden within his pants. His 9 inch, 15 year old cock was absolutely gorgeous and I took quite a lot of time studying it. It pulsed, and had a ridge going underneath it. “Can I touch it?” I asked. “Sure, can I touch yours?” I nodded my head, and I began to fondle the wonder in front of me. Mac pulled down my shorts a bit to discover the pink juicy pussy before him. I began stroking his cock, because I knew the look on his face meant he was loving me just touching it. I took his cock into my 14 year old grip, and started to jerk away. I didn’t think much of lubing up my hands at that age, but Mac advised me to do so. I took a lovely bit of spit into my hands and used them to pleasure him. He had begun fingering my wet little slit, and I was loving every minute of it. “It kinda hurts…” I told him. I was so tight, one of his large fingers could barely fit within me. He went slower, and started to curl his finger upwards instead. That was the first time I had ever felt my g spot being hit. Mac continued as I sat on his hand, and I started to give him a blowjob. From the very first, I knew to keep my teeth out of the way, and that suction and tongue movements were very important for male pleasure. I didn’t know how to deep throat yet, but a couple weeks later I would watch a video to find out how. He was whispering my name, and as he did, all of his cum rushed into my mouth. I didn’t think it very tasty, but I thought it rude to spit it out, so I swallowed it. We weren’t very loud, but both of us had an orgasm. Mac could barely stand, and neither could I. We decided to lay down for a bit, and watch more TV until his mom came to pick him up. It was the best birthday I ever had. I went back to middle school that day proud of what I had done, that my girlfriends wouldn’t experience until sophomore year. I had a huge grin on my face all the time, and I was glad none of my friends showed up, otherwise I wouldn’t have had as much fun at my party as my deviant little self had wanted to.
The months raged on, in quiet solitude of orgasmic bliss, and the times with Mac were fun and memorable, but when it came to high school… I started to wonder about what was waiting for me beyond the pants of other young men, waiting to be ravished for the first time…

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Michelle – The Pool – Ch 4

Hi, I’m back..This is Michelle. I really appreciate all the comments you have all sent. Many have asked for the story where I actually get laid. Well that’s coming, (pardon the pun), but not quite yet. The stories I’m telling you are true stories from my past, and I’m doing my best to try to keep them in the order in which I remember they actually happened. So…
Hi, I’m just getting ready to start my freshman year in high school, and will be turning fifteen shortly after that. I’m still a virgin, but have just recently discovered what a rush I get, turning a guy on just by letting him look at me. The sight of a hard penis really gets my juices flowing, particularly watching a guy stroke it, and I’m afraid I’m turning into a hopeless exhibitionist…so here we go…
P.S. – There’s going to be an adult (XXX) movie mentioned in this, and the next couple of chapters. I refer to it as a DVD, but I think that actually back then they were old VHS tapes.)
Chapter Four – The Pool
I grabbed my tee shirt off the floor and pulled in on over my head. I followed Ricky to his room and watched while he opened one of the drawers in his dresser. After rummaging through it for a moment, he turned, holding out a DVD.
“Here,” he said, offering it to me. “I think this is the one that was on that you saw a part of.”
“You think?” I asked, taking the disk, “How many different ones do you have?”
“Oh, six or eight I guess,” he replied nonchalantly.
I mentally filed that bit of information away for future reference, as well as the location of the drawer he kept them in.
I returned to my room, already anticipating what I was sure would be a wonderful masturbation session later that afternoon.
Ricky would be leaving shortly after lunch for his summer job at the local supermarket, and mom and dad wouldn’t be home until five thirty or six o’clock, which meant I would have the house all to myself most of the afternoon.
I retrieved my panties from the hamper, still wet from our earlier “session”, and dried my pussy again. I put them back in the hamper, and tried to sort out the rest of my day.
Well, not really the rest of my day, since I knew where the afternoon hours were going, but rather tried to figure out what to do for the next couple of hours until Ricky left for work.
I picked the sexy DVD up off my dresser, and looked at it, front and back. It didn’t look like anything too great, but I remembered the few minutes I had seen. On a whim I opened the case. The inner insert was full of pictures from the movie, sjpwing every body part and every act imaginable! One of the pictures showed a girl with a penis in her mouth! One showed a girl with a penis in her butt! One showed two girls licking each other’s pussies! I couldn’t wait for the next couple of hours to pass so I could watch the whole thing in private.
I decided I wasn’t going to spoil my later planned “private party” by peeking first, and reluctantly closed the case back up. I decided that since I had to “kill” a couple of hours anyhow, I might as well get a couple of my weekly chores done. (Vacuuming the pool and sweeping the deck around it are on my regular chore list.))
Time out. Shortly after we moved into this house, (years ago…I think I was five or six years old), mom and dad had a beautiful pool and deck added onto the back. The pool is in ground, good sized…maybe twenty feet across, thirty or forty feet long…(I never actually measured it)…three feet deep in the shallow end, seven feet deep in the deep end…which has both a diving board and a water slide.
They built a huge concrete deck around it, and built a roof over maybe the first ten or twelve feet out from the house, so we could use it even if it was raining. They had a huge enclosure built over the entire thing, completely screening it in, with several sliding glass doors into the house, one normal door into the garage, and two screen doors leading out into the yard.
So, I decided to get these chores done, (vacuuming and sweeping), and pulled off my tee shirt. My mind was still on the sexy movie, and what was coming later, and on the pictures I had seen on the inside of the case….a girl with a penis in her mouth…a girl with a penis in her butt…a girl licking a guy’s butt hole, a guy licking a girl’s butt hole, two girl’s licking each other’s pussies! Do people really do all this stuff???
My mind was anywhere but in the present as I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out a white “summertime” bra, and matching white panties. “Summertime” means they are ultra thin material, meant to be cool. Not exactly see through, but almost. The dark area around my nipples was pretty clearly visible, and although the few hairs surrounding my pussy were too light colored to show through, my slit was pretty clearly outlined.
I pulled on a light weight tee and a pair of nylon gym shorts and started down the stairs to get done what I had to do.
I was just sliding open the glass door leading to the pool area when I realized I was being a complete bubble brain. I always wear one of my swimsuits (bikini) when I work around the pool. I don’t know what I was thinking when I dressed in regular clothes. I paused and briefly debated going back upstairs and changing, but decided the hell with it and continued out back.
The sound of our next door neighbor’s lawn mower running registered vaguely in my mind as I hooked up the pool vacuum and got started. The pool, as usual, was a snap, and inside of fifteen minutes I was stowing the vacuum and getting ready to sweep the deck.
That turned out to be not much of a job either, and twenty minutes later I was picking up the last small pile of sweepings when I heard the screen door to the deck open behind me.
I turned and saw Jeff, out next door neighbor, walking through the door and onto the deck. Jeff and I have known each other forever. We’ve been next door neighbors since we were five or six years old, and I never thought of him as anything other than the boy next door.
However, with my “awakening” in the past day. I now saw him in an entirely different light. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, shoes and socks. He actually was not a bad looking guy, and had a nice body. Maybe just under six feet tall, he was fairly slim, no fat what so ever. While not muscular as like the weightlifter type, he was non the less very fit. Perhaps “wiry” is the right word.
He was sweating very heavily as he approached me, and obviously had had quite a workout pushing the lawnmower around. As he grew closer, I started to REALLY admire his body, and found my eyes drawn to the bulge in his shorts. The familiar tingles started running through me.
“Damn!” I thought to myself. “Now I really wish I had worn one of my bikinis.”
He approached with a friendly smile and a wave. “Hey, Michelle,” he started, “I can’t believe the lawnmower ran out of gas and our can is empty. Do you by any chance have any I could borrow?”
He drew closer and I caught a whiff of his manly scent. “Damn, damn, damn,” I thought, silently cursing my choice of clothes.
“Might be some in the garage,” I answered lightly, “Hang on just a sec and I’ll check.”
My mind was racing furiously as I turned and walked toward the door to the garage. How could I get him to stay aroung? How could I see if I could get him interested…in me…in looking at me? How could I find out if I could get him turned on like had worked with my brother Ricky? I couldn’t very well change into a bikini while in the garage!
Disappointed, I located the gas can and returned to the deck. As I exited the door from the garage, I noticed him gazing at the pool, almost wistfully. I had a flash of inspiration and knew immediately what my plan was going to be.
I approached him and put the can at his feet, again catching his manly scent.
“I’m just getting ready to take a quick dip and cool off,” I said in as light and airy voice as I could muster. “You look like you could kind of use a break yourself to cool off. Want to join me?”
His gaze shifted from the pool to me. “I would really love to,” he said almost sadly. “But I have no idea where my swim suit is.”
BINGO!
“Don’t be silly,” I said, quickly grabbing my tee and pulling it up and off my head, dropping it nonchalantly to the deck.
“Go in in your underwear. I do it all the time.”
His eyes were fixed on my chest, staring holes right through my almost transparent bra. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my gym shorts, giving them a quick tug and letting them fall to my feet. “Besides,” I added, “underwear’s not really all that different than a swimsuit anyhow.”
His eyes were now fixed on my filmy panties, and I could feel myself starting to heat up. I stepped out of my gym shorts and turned around, making a show of bending over to pick up my shorts and tee shirt. I fumbled with them for a second or two, making sure my butt was pointing right at his face. I stood back up and turned around to face him, his eyes immediately flickering over my breasts.
“Well,” I asked, “are you going to stand there and burn up all day, or are you going to join me and cool off?”
“What the hell,” he said, and his hands moved to undo his shorts. I turned away as if disinterested and walked the few feet to put my shorts and tee shirt on one of the patio tables. When I turned back around, he had kicked off his shorts. My first surprise was that unlike my dad or brother Ricky, Jeff didn’t wear boxer shorts, but rather white briefs. As I casually sauntered back in his direction, he put one foot up on one of the deck chairs and began untying the laces of his sneaker.
In this position, with his foot up, and his legs spread, the sight of the sexy bulge between his legs was turning me on. I could clearly make out the outline of his penis, even the smooth shape of the head. My eyes were transfixed.
He quickly finished removing his sneakers and socks, and straightened, turning to face me. I quickly moved my gaze from his groin, hoping he hadn’t caught me staring. I gestured toward the pool and said, “After you. You’re the guest.”
He turned and walked to the edge of the pool. Right behind him, my eyes were automatically drawn to his firm, muscular butt, the white material of his briefs stretched tightly across his cheeks.
He reached the edge of the pool and paused. I stepped up beside him and quipped, “Last one in is a rotten egg!”
I didn’t hesitate, but dove in head first. The water felt fantastic, refreshing. Not so cold as to be uncomfortable, but cold enough so I felt my nipples instantly harden. I swam a few strokes under the water, and then stopped, putting my feet down and standing up.
The depth when I stood was such that the water level was just above my waist. Facing away from Jeff, I glanced down…and gasped!
My bra, originally semi see through, now wet, was completely transparent…almost invisible! It hid absolutely nothing! I might just as well not even be wearing it! I walked slowly toward the steps in the corner of the shallow end, my back still to Jeff.
My mind was racing. How was I going to handle this? I hadn’t even thought about the white material turning transparent when wet. At first flustered by this unexpected turn, it took a few seconds to realize that this could be a great chance to “play”. I reached the steps and reached for the handrail. As I climbed out of the pool I decided the best way to play on this perfect opportunity was to feign innocence, pretend that I wasn’t even aware that my bra now had all the covering up ability of a piece of clear plastic wrap.
I glanced back over my shoulder as I stepped up out of the water. Jeff was still standing at the edge of the pool, had not yet taken the plunge.
I turned and walked back toward him, my face a mask of pure innocence. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head as he stared at my breasts. When his eyes dropped down to my panties, I suddenly shivered. “Oh my God,” I thought, “Have my panties become just as transparent as my bra?”
I walked right up to him, continuing my innocent act. “Your turn,” I shouted and gave him a playful shove. It was enough to make him lose his balance and fall over into the water. In the couple seconds he was underneath, I quickly examined my panties. Same thing, completely see through, completely clear. I quickly jumped back in the water, flustered, my mind racing.
I moved slowly toward the shallow end, thinking furiously. What had at first had me somewhat flustered was now opening a whole range of possibilities. As long as I was playing innocent and naive, I could show off anything I wanted to, in any position I wanted to, because I “supposedly” didn’t know I was showing off anything…
My mind went into overdrive, examining possibilities. What could I do to get into sexy positions, showing Jeff everything, while still maintaining my act of innocence?
I swam lazily toward where Jeff was now standing. I stood next to him in water that was just above my waist, just below my breasts. His eyes were so busy staring at my now rock hard nipples that I’m sure he didn’t even notice me trying to get a clear view of his briefs, and hopefully the shape of his penis inside them.
And then I had a sudden, wild thought! Did his briefs turn as clear and transparent as my bra and panties had? Would I actually be able to SEE his penis, and not just the outline, not just the shape of the bulge?
I needed a ploy to get him out of the water where I could see…really see. In a matter of seconds, inspiration hit me. I turned away from him and started moving toward the steps in the corner. Looking back over my shoulder, I called out, “Come on, you can help me.”
With Jeff right behind me, I reached the steps. I stepped up on the first one, and then put my other foot up on the top one. Pausing, I bent way over, pretending to be picking at my toe.
Perfect. With my legs somewhat spread, and me bent way over with Jeff’s face just a foot or two away, I knew he had a perfect view of my pussy…my slit, my lips, maybe even the other little hole between my cheeks.
I heard an unmistakable gasp, and continued picking at my toe for a few more seconds before straightening up and continuing out of the water.
I walked over to the large chest/box thing where we store most of our pool toys, and lifted the top lid. Certain Jeff was right behind me, I again bent way over, keeping my legs somewhat spread, and began rummaging through the contents. I knew he again had a perfect view of my pussy, and swear I could actually feel his eyes staring at me, trying to look right up inside me.
I grabbed the floating basketball basket and one of the undersized balls that goes with it and straightened up.
“Here,” I said turning to face him.
My turn to gasp.
His briefs had indeed turned almost transparent. Not like the clear plastic wrap my bra and panties now resembled, but transparent enough so I could actually see the flesh of his penis where it lay against the wet material. I could clearly see the head, round and pink, and thought I could even make out the tiny pee hole at the end of it. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought it actually looked larger than before.
I handed him the net and ball, and turned back to the chest, bending over again and rummaging. I found a few more of the balls for the game, but stayed in my bent over position for a few more seconds, squeezing and comparing the balls. I wanted him to have a good long look at my pussy, but ran out of reasons to maintain my “pose”.
Selecting two of the balls, I straightened again, turned, and said, “O.K. Let’s go have some fun.”
As I walked past him, my eyes automatically looked down at his groin, and now there was no doubt. He was definitely getting bigger.
I threw the balls I was carrying into the pool and jumped in after them. I turned just in time to see Jeff toss the ball he was carrying into the water. I got a little closer to him as he bent over slightly and dropped the net into the water, close to the edge.
By the time he strightened back up, I was only a couple feet away, standing with my head at the perfect height to stare directly at his penis…his slowly growing penis.
We took turns trying to shoot the balls through the net from different angles and distances. Neither of us was overly good at it. I was trying to make sure the floating net stayed in the shallow end, so whenever I stood up my breasts would be up out of the water and in plain view.
We horsed around for a little while, missing on more baskets than we made, and I was retrieving one of the balls when I made an amazing discovery. To get this ball, I had to wade right in front of one of the return water jets from the filter pump, and in doing so felt the jet of water brushing the outside of my hip. I grabbed the ball and turned, and the cascade of water was hitting me right on my pussy! It felt wonderful…like a thousand tiny fingers all trying to caress me at the same time. I got instantly turned on and stalled for a moment, standing with the water directly on my pussy. It was wonderful! I tried moving a little closer and bending my legs a little so the water was aimed directly at my clit.
Heaven!
I knew in an instant I could come like this, and decided this was going to require further exploration. I threw the ball back to Jeff, and moved over to the steps up out of the shallow end. “I’m going to grab a soda,” I called out. “Want one?”
“Sure,” he replied eagerly. I wasn’t sure if the eagerness in his voice really came from wanting a soda, or if it was from another chance to stare at my pussy through my now “non existent” panties.
Either way, I decided to repeat my earlier show. As I reached the steps, Jeff was “conveniently” one step behind me. I moved on to the first step, then reached one foot up to the top step, bending over and picking at my toe. His view of my pussy, I knew, was perfect. I picked at my toe for a good minute…maybe two…making sure he had plenty of time to stare. When I straightened and turned around, I swear his hand was under the water, squeezing, if not rubbing, his penis.
I feigned nonchalance, climbed out of the water, and went to grab two soda out of the pool deck fridge.
I turned to return to the pool, Jeff’s eyes glued to me, or rather, my body. I handed him one of the cold cans, and opened mine, taking one sip, and then setting it down on the edge of the pool. I carefully placed it so it was right over the spot where the return water jet came out of the pool wall, knowing that any time I went to “innocently” take a sip of my soda, the water would be streaming directly at my pussy.
We played around with the balls and the basket for a few more minutes, me making sure my breasts stayed above water level and in plain view. I swear every few seconds Jeff would sneak a hand down into the water and squeeze his penis. That was really getting me turned on as I wondered if it was getting bigger, and maybe getting hard.
I was trying to figure out a way to get him out of the pool without being too obvious, so my view would be unobstructed, but my mind was coming up blank.
I moved back over to the side of the pool, reaching for my soda. I carefully positioned myself so that the stream of water was aimed directly at my slit. I sipped my soda, moving forward and backward a few inches until the cascading water felt just right.
What a rush!
I stayed in that position, “innocently” sipping at my soda, and began gently rocking my hips back and forth. The stream of water felt wonderful, and I could feel myself getting wet…from the inside.
The splashing sounds of Jeff shooting the basketballs stopped, and I wondered if he was looking at me…watching me. I wondered if he had any idea what I was doing. I felt his presence right behind me, and started rocking my hips a little harder.
I crouched slightly so the stream was now aimed directly at my clit. I left my hands perched in plain view on the side of the pool, and increased my rocking motion.
He was now so close behind me that I could hear his breathing. I bowed my head between my outstretched hands and let out a low moan, my hips rocking faster, my pussy getting wetter, my face getting flushed.
I still wondered if he knew what I was doing…and why I was doing it. The warmth was spreading through my entire body, and I knew my orgasm wasn’t far away.
I felt his hand on my shoulder as he asked in a concerned voice, “Michelle, are you OK?”
I turned to face him and answered, “Yes…I’m fine…wonderful…almost.”
He looked me in the eyes for a second and asked, “What are you doing?”
I was so close to coming, my reply was nothing more than a husky whisper, “What do you think I’m doing?” I rocked my hips in an even more exagerated fashion.
He blushed as it became more obvious. “Well…I’m…ah…um…not sure,” he finally stammered.
His right hand had disappeared below the water, but I could pretty much see him squeezing his penis through his briefs. I moved away from the jet, and taking his left hand, put it right in front of the cascading water.
“Can you feel that?” I asked huskily.
He just stood there frozen, except for his right hand, which looked to be getting much more active.
I removed his hand from the jet and repositioned myself, again beginning the rocking motion of my hips. The cascading water was doing wonderful things for me, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I looked over at Jeff.
“If you’re a girl, this feels wonderful,” I whispered. I continued in a low throaty voice, “And you don’t even have to do anything yourself…just stand here.”
I was panting now.
His jaw dropped, his mouth agape. His hand in the water had changed motions so that now even his upper arm was moving in a steady rhythmic motion.
He looked at me in awe. “You mean you’re………..?”
“Coming…or trying to,” I answered quickly.
“Here? In the pool? In front of me?” He was now blushing, although it didn’t seem to affect the movements of his arm or hand.
“Of course, silly.” I looked up into his eyes and whispered, “What’s the matter? Don’t you like to come?”
He blushed further as he stammered, “Well…sure…I mean…I do…but it’s usually by myself in private…or with somebody else touching me…I mean…you know…”
His blush deepened as he became more and more flustered.
I began rocking my hips more and more forcefully against my wonderful water lover, and watched as the movements of his hand and arm became faster and faster.
My breathing became harsher as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. My pussy was dripping, and my clit felt so hard I thought it was going to burst.
I moved a tiny bit closer to the jet as I watched him rubbing himself faster and faster.
“Jeff,” I purred, “Why don’t you take it out and let me watch you stroke it?”
He looked at me in shock, and his blush got even deeper. He didn’t say a word, but his hand didn’t stop moving either.
“Come on,” I hissed, “It really turns me on to see a guy squirt.”
He remained speechless, his hand and arm still moving, and I returned my attention to my own pleasure. The feeling inside me was building, my insides were on fire, and I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching.
I increased the movement of my hips, my breathing now ragged, my chest heaving.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“Jeff,” I growled, “I’m close…so close…getting closer. Oh God! Here it comes…Jeff…” I panted, my voice now nothing more than a whimper.
With a low groan I mumbled, “I’m gonna come…gonna come…coming…coming…OH GOD coming…Jeff…coming…coming…COMING!”
I gasped as my orgasm washed over me. It was a really nice come…not mind blowing or bone shattering like a couple I’d had in the last day or two, but a very nice, warm, delicious come, perhaps made even better by knowing that Jeff was standing right next to me, watching me in my most personal, intimate moment.
As my spasms subsided, I looked over at him, still standing in shock, his hand and arm still moving.
“Come on,” I asked huskily, ” I let you watch me…now let me watch you.”
I remembered what he said about him coming, “…in private or with someone else touching me…”
I brazenly reached out and put my hand over the hand he had gripping his penis. I looked him in the eyes as I asked ina sultry voice, “Does this mean you want me to…touch you?”
“Oh God yes!” he murmured.
Teasingly, I said, “Well then let’s move someplace a little more private.”
He was up and out of the pool in a flash, and although I had intended to lead him out and put on another show, he was in front of me. The only good part about that was that I got a great view of his butt in his now “see through” briefs as he scrambled out of the pool.
“Let’s move over under the roof part so nobody can see us,” I whispered suggestively.
He oved quickly under the roofed part of the deck, shielding us from anyone who might be trying to watch. He leaned back against the patio table as I approached him. His still wet briefs afforded me a wonderful view of his penis, big and hard, and now I could even see it throbbing.
“Finally,” I thought to myself, “I’m actually going to get to touch it and stroke a guy’s naked penis. I wonder if I can make it squirt?”
He was staring at me in anticipation, his hand now again covering and squeezing his penis through his briefs, as I approached.
I reached out and moved his hand, replacing it with my own.
“Isn’t it my turn now?” I purred.
I squeezed his penis through his briefs, feeling it twitch and throb. The thrills running through me were getting intense.
I squeezed his penis through his briefs and whispered, “I’ve never done this before…you’re going to have to show me what to do.”
“Just stroke it,” he barely managed to get out in a hoarse whisper.
I started a gently rubbing up and down, feeling him get fuller…bigger…harder…
I looked him in the eye as I whispered suggestively, “Well, then maybe you need to pull your shorts down first”
He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and tugged down. His penis came into full view, now big and hard…twitching…throbbing…
“Finally…” I thought to myself.
I was reaching to touch it, grip it, stroke it, when the sound of a car pulling in the next door driveway invaded our moment.
“Oh no,” I moaned to myself, “please…please…please…not now.”
Two quick honks of a car horn destroyed our revelry, and Jeff quickly paled.
“Damn it!” he swore. “That’s my mom and dad. I gotta get home like right now and finish my chores.”
I’m not sure who was more disappointed, him or me. He quickly tucked his now rock hard penis back into his briefs, scrambled to pull on his shorts, and yanked on his socks and shoes. Grabbing the gas can, he headed for the door. I stopped him.
Reaching up, I whispered in his ear…”Maybe you could stop over tomorrow…?”
To be continued…

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new job; new start; not for fiona 10:

The little arrangement I’d cooked up with Donald was working an absolute treat, almost daily I was receiving DVD’s that showed Fiona being screwed in various locations around the warehouse; but what I was most happy about was the cheques I’d began to receive on a monthly basis. It was clear from the amount landing on my doormat that Fiona’s services were being put to good use and seemed to be paying dividends like I’d promised Donald. DVD’s were also coming through of her entertaining these new clients in a special room reserved for such dealings on the top floor near Donald’s office.
After opening my fourth cheque in as many months Fiona had already earned me treble my yearly wage; so I scribbled up my notice and posted into my employer and decided never to return, not like I needed to when Fiona was earning me a pretty penny and I still had Alice to offer Donald yet. On the fifth month I decided to pop up to the warehouse and see how things were going, after all Donald had gave me a key and said I could come and go as I pleased it was just a shame id been so busy lately.
I arrived at the warehouse a little after ten in the morning and encountered no problems; just as Donald had assured me; in making it up to the top floor where his office was. It came as no great shock when I turned the corner to head to Donald’s office and came across Fiona on her knees blowing Gary’s cock near the coffee machine; we greeted each other and I carried on to Donald’s office quickly catching Fiona’s eye as I went by, which seemed to make her suck his cock that little bit harder.
I found Donald sat as his desk talking quickly and sharply into the phone in what seemed like some sort of negotiation; I pulled up the seat opposite t his direction and waited for him to finish his obvious urgent call. From what I could gather from the call it seemed like there was some sort of disagreement about the price per pallet that Donald charged for using his warehouse, the call ended not long after and Donald didn’t seem too pleased with how it had gone; but he left that aside as he spoke to me whilst making me a coffee.
We briefly talked about how Fiona was getting on and Donald was unable to hide his joy as he reeled off the list of extra business that had come his way just because he could offer something extra, and slightly different on the negotiation table. And from the way his conversation had just gone I was sure he’d be using his unique bargaining chip again shortly. I also reminded him that it was now time for my fee to increase to the ten percent like we’d agreed and Donald told me that he had remembered and the next cheque at the increased rate was already in the post.
“Have you been getting all the DVD’s?” asked Donald
“Yes they’ve been arriving without a problem Donald and I’m very happy with the quality I must say”
“The equipment cost a lot of money as you know”
“I’m a little curious as to why only eight of you seem to be using Fiona; except obviously additional clients? I’m sure I agreed that Fiona could be used by any employee in the company?”
“Yes and I fully understand that it’s just that I can’t very well stick a notice up on the wall advertising that our business manager is now a very well paid company whore can I!!?” Donald said laughing and sitting back in his chair. “You must remember that I still employee a lot of people that would take serious offence to what I was offering and could well have a detrimental effect on business if it was leaked to the wrong people, if you catch my drift”
“I understand but I’d like to see her get fucked by someone else occasionally; if you get my drift Donald? So maybe you need to devise a way for your employees to get a share of the services on offer. Anyway Donald I’m probably going to spend a couple of hours here just to see how Fiona’s doing and then I must dash as I’ve got a party to attend later”
With that I left Donald’s office and went to head to the cctv room, Fiona was no longer by the coffee machine sucking Gary off as I saw him sat at his desk talking to Graham. I found Fiona sat on a high stool in the middle of the waiting area. The stool was a tool metal and leather thing with a low back that Fiona had her arms resting on as she was sat the wrong way round on it. I approached her quietly from behind and ran my hand across her bare bum cheeks that were exposed because her trousers and knickers were round her ankles that were resting on the stainless steel bar running round the bottom of the high stool.
I didn’t notice at first but just poking out from between her pink cunt lips was a end of something purple; I pinched the end with my thumb and fore finger and eased it out slowly and Fiona began to groan softly. I continued easing out the now visible thick long purple dildo until the whole eight inch slimy rubber cock was free from her tunnel.
“What’s this for then Fiona?”
“I have to sit her with the dildo inside me until someone calls me or comes around to use me”
“Oh I see” I said rubbing it back around her fleshy folds for a few seconds before easing it back inside until only little bit was visible again between her lips. I walked round to the front of her to see that she was also wearing them eye things that you wear to sleep in, I’d totally not noticed them until now. “Are these so you can’t see who’s fucking you Fiona?”
“Yes, but if its people from this company I can tell by their cocks now”
This was probably true as it was only a group of eight from within the company using her and I’m sure she’d probably had enough of their cocks to know each and every vein on them. I pushed her back a little so that she was sat more upright and then undid all the buttons on her shirt and pulled the front of her bra down so her huge tits and gorgeous nipples were on show; I then told her to lean back forward making sure her tits were hanging on the far side of the stool top in full view of anybody that came up. I thought it’d be a good idea to play with her sensitive nipples for a bit and get them nice and hard and erect. Fiona absolutely loves having her nipples played with and if played with for long enough she’ll actually come from it.
I didn’t have time to play for too long as a bell rang out down the corridor and she got up off the stool and pulled her knickers and trousers up leaving the big dildo buried in her cunt and walked towards the sound of the bell that jangled again. She left her tits hanging out though and I followed her as she made her way to Graham’s office.
“Right you slag” Graham said coming from behind his desk and approaching Fiona, he stopped as I entered the office behind her.
“Carry on as normal Graham I’m here for a few hours to see how Fiona goes about her daily jobs and so far I’m impressed.”
“Oh I see I thought we’d of seen you more often”
“No I’ve been really busy but now Fiona’s earning me such good money I’m going to have more free time as I’ve no need to work any longer” I said laughing and slapping Fiona’s arse.
“Where was I anyway” Graham said scratching his head a moment “Oh yeah that’s it. Right slag Shaun wants you down in his office right away” he slapped her across her left breast connecting directly on her erect nipple making her flinch and yelp. “Well get going he said right away”.
This made a nice opportunity for me to see how she was treated by the others so I followed her down to Shaun O’Hanlon’s office. Fiona had put her tits away by the time we’d got to the lift but she had to take her time walking as the dildo still wedged in her cunt was making walking pretty difficult. We passed many a worker on the way and it was clear that none of them knew of Fiona’s new role as most didn’t even acknowledge her. There was definitely more men than women as is often the case with warehouse work and there seemed to be a lot of eastern Europeans and Africans around the place.
Anyway we eventually came to Shaun’s small office over in the corner behind a storage area on the second floor and Fiona knocked once before entering leaving me to follow behind. Shaun started on her straight away.
“Where the fuck have you been you stupid whore I’ve been waiting five minutes for fucks sake…..”
Again like Graham he stopped as he saw me enter and I had to explain to him that he was to carry on as normal.
“You must be…..”
“Yep that’s right, this filthy cunts owner if you want to put it like that. I’ll just sit over here so ignore me Shaun and carry on with what you were going to do”
“Ok no worries” and with that he burst back into his triad of abuse calling her every derogatory name under the sun whilst pulling her round to his side of the desk and pushing her forwards across it so she was facing me. “Pull your fucking trousers down” he said to Fiona as he hurriedly wrestled with his own jeans and boxers letting them fall around his ankles freeing up his stiffening cock that he began to wank quickly. Fiona had now let her trousers fall and was just pulling her knickers down when Shaun grabbed them. “Quicker bitch” he said tearing them down with force and almost ripping the flimsy material in the process.
In his haste he hadn’t even noticed the dildo blocking her entrance and he jabbed his cock at her hole and met the unexpected blockage. “What the fuck is that” shouted stepping back and thrusting a hand between her legs and coming back out a second later with the soaked purple eight inch dildo in his right hand; which he dropped onto his desk at the side of Fiona. “At least your nice and wet already” he commented just before he plunged his dick deep into her slippery hole.
Fiona’s eyes widened and she stared straight at me letting out a loud moan and a little yelp as Shaun withdrew and powered back into her pussy. I pointed to her then to my eyes telling to keep her eyes on me throughout the duration of her fucking with Shaun; it’s the first time that I’ve actually looked into Fiona’s eyes as she’s received another man’s cock and I have to say from the way it got my cock twitching in my pants it’ll be something I make sure I do again. The look in her eyes as Shaun fucked her deep and hard was unbelievable, occasionally her eyes would roll to the back of her head which seemed to be in conjunction with a deep moan and it was obvious that an orgasm was building up inside her.
About ten minutes later her moans and groans were becoming a little louder and her breathing was getting more and more rapid and I knew she was getting close to covering Shaun’s cock in her gorgeous sweet come. She dropped her head onto the desk and turned it to the side so that she could look into my eyes as her orgasm shook through her body; her hands gripped the edge of the desk and I could see her legs clamp shut as her cunt constricted and pulsed around Shaun’s meaty vein that she held inside her hole as her cunt exploded and her scream rang out in the small office. The twinkle in Fiona’s eyes I saw before they rolled to the back of her head and her scream turned into a low deep groan was a sign that she fucking loved being stuffed full of cock and she couldn’t deny it.
Fiona remained in that position for the next seven or so minutes as Shaun pummelled her pussy until he filled it with his creamy load leaving his cock inside her until his cock had limp and it fell out of her followed by a trickle of his sperm that landed in her knickers between her legs. She remained there until Shaun had dressed himself and replaced the dildo back into her sopping gooey hole with extreme ease. She knew that walking back to the top floor would be a lot harder now as the dildo was nearly falling from her cunt when she was pulling up her knickers and trousers.
It was actually quite comical watching Fiona struggle to walk back as the dildo had clearly slipped a bit and if it wasn’t for her knickers holding it place would of probably fell out and out her trouser leg. When we got back upstairs Fiona put the blindfold back on and lowered her trousers and knickers back round her ankles and assumed the position back n the stool. She had removed her breasts as I’d done before and then reached round to push the falling dildo back up inside her loose tunnel and then waited for her next call.
I shared dinner with Donald in his office whilst Fiona had hers in the workers canteen with the dildo still wedged in her cunt. They had decided to make Fiona have her lunch there so that it made her feel uncomfortable being surround by the workforce who may or may not of known if she was the new company whore or not. After dinner she would come back up and sit back on the stool waiting for hands to grope her there or a bell to ring in the distance.
During dinner I told Donald that I wanted Fiona to give me a guided tour of the warehouse and at first he seemed a little reluctant, probably from my comment in the morning about any of the staff were able to use Fiona. I assured him that I wouldn’t be broadcasting anything tom the workers but that I wanted Fiona to offer her services discreetly to one of the foot soldiers. He agreed but told me to be discreet and I assured him that I would be.
I went to Fiona who was where she should be and pulled the rubber cock from her pussy and chucked it on the sofa nearby.
“Get dressed, you’re taking me on a guided tour of the warehouse” she dressed and led the way to the elevators down to the second floor.
She showed me all around the office areas that were mainly made up of female clerks with the odd male IT support bloke mooching about. Next I met the lovely receptionists and then we entered the warehouse on the ground floor level. It was a huge place with isles of racking from the floor to ceiling covering the whole width leaving a big open plan bit at the front near the shutter doors. And Christ was it bloody busy, there were people in yellow Hi-vis vests walking about or driving battery operated machinery all over the place. And there were definitely a lot of Africans and eastern Europeans about.
The first mezzanine floor was equally as busy and full of the same sort of nationalities all rushing about trying to get their work done. Although this floor felt more enclosed and darker as it was at the back and had another mezzanine floor above. We then went through some double doors in the corner which led through to a staircase to get to the third mezzanine floor but also had some male and female toilets and in an instant I decided that this was an ideal location for Fiona to make a workers day.
“Wait her a minute” I said as I went into the men’s toilet. I was just checking the layout to see what I could do with Fiona. It was a small toilet with two urinals and two cubicles with a little bit of floor space that would be ideal. I went and fetched Fiona who was still stood outside the door like an obedient little dog. I led her into the toilet and she looked very apprehensive when I told her to take her trousers and knickers down and remove her tits like before and then kneel on the floor with her left cheek on the floor so she could see the door. “Now tuck your knees right in towards your chest Fiona and get that bum up in the air then stay like that”
“Where are you going?”
“I’ll be in that end cubicle there, listening”
“What for?” Fiona asked sounding very nervous.
“Listening to make sure you ask the next person that walks into fuck you in your wet cunt and fill it with their spunk ok” I then left her in the position and sat on the toilet a few yards away in the end trap with the door open; I was out of view but didn’t expect anyone to look in the cubicles when Fiona was presenting herself just there.
We waited a little longer than I expected to be honest considering the floor was a hive of activity but after about twelve minutes I heard the door creak open and a heavy boot land on the tiled floor and stop. Right on cue Fiona broke the silence.
“Please fuck me and spunk in my wet pussy”
“Oh shit, what the fuck” the deep voice certainly wasn’t English echoed round the small tiled toilet and then the door opened and shut.
“He’s gone” Fiona said getting up.
“Get the fuck back down there you stupid cunt I’ll be back in a minute” when I left she was back down on the floor tits out and knees in with her gorgeous arse pointing up in the air with her fuckable wet cunt begging to be fucked. I quickly popped my head out into the warehouse floor to make sure he hadn’t been to fetch a manager but nothing could have been further from the truth. He was coming back across the floor with a yellow stand up sign that said female cleaner at work in his hand, not only that he had two other tall polish looking men with him also wearing yellow Hi-vis vests. Shit I thought rushing back to my spot in the loo this would be a better than expected introduction to her workers than I thought.
What I did remember on my way back in was I had the eye mask in my pocket and put it on Fiona in the hope that they wouldn’t actually recognise her as they had probably never seen her before anyway, this would alleviate some of the risk of them giving her name to any managers not in the know yet. After covering her eyes I just told her to be ready to repeat her request as he was coming back; what I didn’t say was is that he’d bought his friends along.
A minute or so later the door went and a few footsteps were heard and one of the blokes told another to leave the sign at the door. I’d of love to of seen the panic on Fiona’s face, she had know idea there was three men now in the toilet.
“Fuck me and spunk inside my wet pussy please”
A chorus of deep foreign voices filled the room as they all told her that it wouldn’t be a problem in their mixed up English. One thing they were all in agreement on was the fact that she was a English slut as this was how they all referred to her. I couldn’t not watch was going to happen so I stepped out from cubicle with a finger on my lips and the men didn’t run off, I think the chance of some English slutty pussy was too good to be true.
“I’ll just watch” I said jumping up onto the basin area and sitting down to watch.
“I’m first” said the one that had come in first and he got behind Fiona in a squatting position after pulling down his jeans.
He wet two fingers and easily buried them in Fiona’s sodden pussy whilst he wanked his cock to full hardness with his other hand. He said something in his own language and his friends laughed then began pulling out their dicks getting them hard and ready. If I had to guess I’d say the men were in their late twenties like myself but were all built like brick shithouses; they had fat fingers and hands like mini shovels and all sported cocks over seven inches with good thick girth. Poor Fiona would know she’d been fucked by the time these lads had been through her that’s for sure and I couldn’t wait to watch.
The first lad was happy that his cock was hard enough so turned to be square onto Fiona and placed his large calloused hands on each of her hips then lined up his pink domed helmet between Fiona’s swollen lips.
“Here you go English bitch have some Russian cock” he said driving his solid tool in with immense force at the same time as pulling Fiona’s hips back with his big hands and strong arms.
“AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR” Fiona’s scream was so loud I’d be surprised if it hadn’t been heard on this floor as well as the floor above; the trouble was her screams continued to echo and ring out because the bloke was savage and hammered her time and time again driving down from his angle above and pulling her onto his invading Russian pole.
One of the other Russians saw the need to shut her up and pulled out his yellow safety knife and use it cut her knickers off which were soon stuffed in her mouth to dampen down her excessive squeals. She was still noisy but nowhere near as loud so Russian one carried on destroying her English cunt. His friends said something to him in Russian but he answered “I’m hurrying” in English so I knew they were getting impatient and probably worried about being away from their area too long.
After another three powerful thrusts he tensed and screwed his face whilst speaking quickly in Russian and his cock must have twitched and unloaded a huge load of foreign seed into Fiona’s womb. He pulled out with a noisy squelch and came round and knelt at her face leaning in and forcing it into her mouth. Fiona raised her head from the floor a little so that it was more comfortable to receive his big dick into her mouth. Once she’d cleaned his Russian come from his cock he jumped up and dressed and then left the toilet. Leaving his mates to have their way with Fiona the English whore.
The next lad was up her like a rat up a drainpipe and wasted no time in making Fiona come, I think the first lad had done all the leg work leaving his mate to get his cock creamed on for his efforts. The third lad decided he’d fill her mouth why he waited for her pussy and knelt in front of Fiona and pulled her head onto his stiff shaft. They had both been wanking their cocks while the first one went so they didn’t take as long and within ten minutes Fiona’s well used cunt was awash and leaking Russian come all over her trousers.
The two Russians didn’t wait for Fiona’s mouth to clean them up, they were dressed and out the door and back to work as they’d already been missing for twenty five minutes. I took the mask off Fiona and pulled her up and told her to dress. She was now knickerless as one of the Russians had pinched them as a trophy so she had to walk back up to the top floor trying to hide the big wet come patch on the back of her trousers where the three lots of Russian spunk had oozed from her; even her gusset was getting wet because without knickers her wet cunt was rubbing up against her trousers and making them damp too.
When we got back upstairs Donald was waiting for us as we’d been a lot longer than expected and he told Fiona to go to the clients’ room as she may be needed.
“Where have you been I’ve got clients waiting in my office?”
“The tour took a little longer than expected Donald don’t worry about it” I didn’t tell him about the Russians as I’m pretty sure word would soon be spreading around the workforce and he’d soon get wind of it.
I looked at my watch and knew time was ticking on, I had to get sorted for this party later as some of the family were going to be there so I had to make the effort; but I wanted to see how these negotiations went down so decided to hang around a bit longer then rush getting ready later. I went to the cctv room and settled in with coffee and flicked Donald’s room on the big screen and turned the audio up so I could hear what was happening. On the screen on my right I could see Fiona naked laying on a sofa with her legs spread wide.
The talk in Donald’s office was with the bloke from the phone call earlier and he was still refusing to budge on the price Donald wanted and was threatening to take his custom elsewhere. Donald didn’t want this to happen as it was going to be a nice little contract earning him some big money for the next five years, plus earning me nearly ten times my old salary in one fowl swoop so I was just as pleased when Donald bought out his trump card.
“Now Morris how about I say to you that I can offer you something a little bit different and a little bit special would you then consider doing business?”
“It’ll depend on what it is and whether it’s worth my while Donald”
“Ok Morris if you go to the room at the end of the corridor on the left and spend some time in there and come back to me when you’re happy and completely satisfied we’ll discuss things again and see if we can strike a deal, how does that grab you?”
“Ok Donald, you’re a decent businessman so I’ll give you chance here” the bloke called Morris pushed his seat back and stood up. He was a big tall man maybe six foot four with a huge beer belly hanging over his strained belt and trouser tops. I’m not sure Fiona will enjoy this too much I thought as he lumbered down the corridor until he reached the room on the end and swiped the card Donald had just given him in the reader and waited for the light to flash green. His big shoulder heaved the door open and it slammed behind him.
I could hear everything perfectly on the super audio system so settled in to watch Fiona seal the deal.
“Oh my” Morris said stopping in his tracks.
“Can I be of service sir” Fiona said rubbing her right hand across her cunt and holding her lips open showing Morris her swollen clit and sticky inflamed entrance.
There was a very awkward silence for about two minutes as Morris just stared at Fiona’s heaving naked chest and wet swollen cunt.
“Sir feel free to use my pussy” Fiona said again like she was reading from a script or something as again she spread her cunt this time dipping a couple of fingers in and sucking them clean. Still Morris stood in stunned silence so Fiona took the lead and walked over to Morris who looked down over his huge gut at the naked lady he’d never seen before standing before him. Fiona took his hand and led him over to the couch where she turned him round and sat him down his weight sinking him into the sofa he still looked very reluctant but didn’t stop Fiona undoing his belt and pulling his trousers down followed by his blue ‘Y’ fronted pants pretty soon he was naked from the waist down and his big gut was hanging all over the place nearly covering his cock.
“Lay down sir”
I could see that by Fiona making Morris lay down she’d stand a better chance of getting to his cock on which she’d use her mouth and cunt to please Morris making him sign on the dotted line for Donald. Once he was sprawled out on the sofa with one leg on and one draped off the side I was able to get a clear look at the cock Fiona was about to entertain. I think I even saw the look of amazement on Fiona’s face as his flaccid cock hung like a 500ml bottle between his legs. Morris’s cock must of been eight inches on the flop and I watched as Fiona timidly reached out and took it in her left hand and lifted it up. The thing was massive and her small hand only just fit round but even as I watched it was easy to see that it was growing in her hand and her fingers were being prized apart by his expanding girth. Morris’s cock would easily be the longest and would also over take mine as the thickest thing to violate Fiona’s cunt. It’s probably a god send that Fiona’s just had three big Russians up her to loosen her up a bit otherwise I’d think she’d struggle to accommodate Morris.
Morris had obviously noticed the look of horror on Fiona’s face and seemed to gain in confidence that she was scared of his huge dick. “I bet you weren’t expecting that were you?”
“No sir”
“We’ll I tell you what, your pussy looks wet already so why don’t you just get up here and ride me”
Fiona wanted wait a while longer but a big hand grabbed her and lifted her up almost throwing her on top of his huge dick, if she hadn’t put her hands out then she’d be split in two by it for sure she lifted herself up and hovered over his massive helmet and lowered her wet opening onto it. She felt her pussy lips spread wider than they have ever before as his huge helmet disappeared inside filling her completely. She came hard and noisily all over his cock after only four inches but that’s all she could manage and lifted up before dropping back on his telegraph pole letting four inches rip her open before jumping up again. She looked down at Morris’s face that was contorted in what looked like pain, he had his eyes closed and his teeth clenched then thought that maybe he’s not used his cock for such a long time that he’s probably close to coming. Fiona heaved herself up and down on his cock as quick as she dared too and set about bring Morris off as quick as possible. In her eagerness the increased speed of his massive cock rubbing her sensitive walls only made her come again as she erupted over his shaft covering it in her sweet juices, and with the added lubrication she lowered herself further onto the biggest and thickest cock she’d ever fucked.
I saw a fresh determination in her eyes that said she wanted all eleven inches deep in her womb and my god Fiona screamed her way through the whole lot until his wiry pubic bone mashed into her exposed clit and inner lips that were stretched to their limits. Fiona came again and at the same time bought Morris off deep into the depths of her womb; she somehow managed to lift herself off and flop onto the sofa between his legs…..spent.
I didn’t have time to stay around I had a party to attend so I quickly raced to the car a shot off home to get to my party.

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Virginity Adventure

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