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Lonely Wife – Chapter 1

Note: This story is told from the third person perspective and this chapter doesn’t feature a whole lot of sex(in fact, it doesn’t feature any, but it does have masturbation at the end), this chapter is meant as more of an introduction. Sex will be much more prominent as the series goes on. If you prefer a first person perspective don’t worry, as I plan on writing another story to run parallel to this one. Hope you enjoy and please leave comments below!
Bella Grace was in many ways, your average housewife. She cleaned, cooked and reorganized the house so much that it would appear different nearly every week, much to the chagrin of her husband. “Bell” he would say sternly. “You must stop moving the furniture around. This couch was over on the other end of the living room just last week for crying out loud!”
The man of the house, Tristan, was the ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ type. His short coal black hair and brown eyes was in perfect contrast to Bella’s long, waist-length golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. In his younger years, he was quite the stud, working out daily, but now at the age of thirty-four, he has almost given that up entirely. It wasn’t completely his fault, however, as he worked a full time job and went to night classes in an attempt to get a promotion. Bella would often bring up working herself, but as Tristan would constantly repeat “You’ll need to get used to staying home when we have kids”. The idea of getting a nanny was also out of the question. “Can’t afford it” Tristan would remind his wife.
Bella would find herself bored out of her mind quite regularly. The thirty-one year old was used to shopping or hanging out with friends, but since their move, the Graces have made very little friends. Tristan had friends from work and school, of course, but Bella had very little chance to meet new acquaintances. Once she was done with her daily chores, she would often browse the internet or watch TV in order to kill time. Today she decided to use the computer.
After checking the news and tomorrow’s weather, Bella looked up local jobs, just for fun. After a few minutes, an ad caught her eye. “Looking for part-time housekeeper. No kids, just cleaning and cooking. Hours are ten to three. Call if interested”. This was perfect, Bella thought. Her husband worked nine to five, then came home for an hour and went back out to school. She could work without Tristan even knowing! Bella jotted down the number and rushed to the phone.
“Hello?”
“Yes, hello. My name is Bella Grace and I was interested in your online ad”
“Okay, Bella. Do you have any experience?”
“Well, I work on my own house”
“That’s fine. How old are you?”
Thinking this a strange question she responded with a pause “Um…I’m thirty-one”
“Come over anytime you want for an interview”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon”
As she placed the phone on the receiver she wondered why he wanted to know her age. Perhaps he felt older women would be inadequate and take to long to get everything done. Whatever the case, she was certainly interested. For far to long, Bella had been subjected to the worst kind of punishment known to mankind; lack of sex, thanks mostly to Tristan, who was barely home. A part time job would definitely take her mind off things, at least for half the day.
Bella finished her house work and set off for the address given to her by the man on the phone. As it turned out, it wasn’t very far away. Only about a five minute walk from her house. She walked up the steps wearing her finest white blouse and black skirt combo. Just as she was about to knock on the door, it opened.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome black man, with a shaved head and a six pack. Clearly unlike Tristan, this man worked out.
“Nice to meet you. You must be Bella” he said, with a smile.
“Yes. I didn’t catch your name?” Bella said, meeting his hand with hers.
“That’s because I didn’t throw it. But my name is Jason Brown”.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Brown”
“Please, just Jason”
He showed her inside and she couldn’t help but stare at the muscles on his arms. Compared to the lankiness of Tristan, Jason seemed like an athlete. They sat together on a three piece sofa and Jason asked her a series of questions. About ten minutes later, they were done and Jason stood up and put his hand out.
“Congratulations, Bella. You’ve got the job!”

”Great!” She said, getting up and grabbing his hand. “When can I start?”
“Well not right now, as my work is nearly finished anyway. You see, I work from home and need someone to cook and clean for me” he said.
“Oh? What happened to Mrs. Brown, if you don’t mind answering”
“Haha, not at all. I have never been married” he said. “Can you start monday? I don’t work on the weekend” he continued, trying to change the subject.
“Sure, that sounds great. See you then!” she said as she walked out the door.
Bella arrived back home with only an hour left until Tristan arrived. He would surely want his dinner, so she immediately got to work on it. She prepared dinner, leftover meat, and set it on the table just as Tristan walked through the door.
“Meatloaf again?” he said, taking a seat at the table.
“Sorry, honey, but we can’t afford much else”
“Hopefully we’ll be done eating this crappy food once I get a promotion”
Bella didn’t like her cooking being criticized. Sure, it didn’t take much to prepare meatloaf, but he should be glad he has anyone to cook for him at all. To the outside world, her growing animosity for her husband would appear as though they were an old couple, married for decades. In fact, they have been married for only three years.
“I was hoping that you could take off from school today so we could spend some time…” she started.
“Absolutely not. The big test is today, you remember” he said, cutting her off. “Don’t worry though. We can spend time together on the weekend…” he said, thinking hard “No, wait. That’s right, Saturday’s the big game and on Sunday I’m going fishing with the guys. You understand, I’m sure. We’ll find some time together” he continued.
“Yeah, I understand” she said with snark in her voice.
After dinner, Tristan kept to his usual routine by watching TV for the next half hour before going off to school. When she was finished with the dishes, Bella sat down next to him to enjoy the movie. Almost immediately, Tristan looked at his watch and got up. “Oh crap, I have to go or I’ll be late. See you tomorrow” he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. And just like that, he walked out the door, leaving his wife alone and lonely.
The rest of the night was as unsatisfying as could possibly be. She watched TV for a couple of hours and had a late night snack before heading off to bed. The last thought that went through her mind was the loathing she secretly felt for her husband.
The next morning, Bella once again made breakfast for Tristan and once again, he made jokes about it calling it “crappy” and “awful” before he headed off for work. “What a charmer” she thought. “More like an asshole”. She brushed her teeth, took a quick shower and got dressed, wearing the same clothes she wore to the interview yesterday.
She arrived at Jason’s house five minutes to ten.
“I like a woman who’s on time” he said, smiling.
He showed her what to do and where everything was. “You can cook anything you like for lunch, I wouldn’t buy it if I didn’t like it!” he explained to her. As he went to his den to work, she started to clean the house. Vacuuming, dusting, washing last nights dishes and doing the laundry. She was to prepare lunch at around 12:30, which she made sure to do. For lunch she made hamburgers, which were wrapped in tinfoil in Jason’s fridge. She knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought lunch” she said.
“That’s very kind of you, Bella but I don’t like to eat in the den. We can eat together out in the dining room”.
He came out of the den and they sat across from each other in the dining room.
“Mmm…this is delicious, Bella. You really are a great cook”
“Oh it’s nothing. Anybody can make hamburgers”
“Sure, but you must have put something in here to make them taste better” he said as she blushed. Never before has she received praise for much of anything, least of all for her cooking.
“I would love to help you with the dishes, but I really do need to work. It looks like you have the house in order however. So how about you do the dishes and then you can take off early with full pay” he said.
“Oh no, I wouldn’t feel right…” she started.
“Don’t worry about it” he said, cutting her off. “Wouldn’t be much point keeping you around here when you have everything done. I’m sure your own home could use some work” he continued. She blushed again. After the dishes were done, she let Jason know that she was leaving and then walked back to her house.
Upon arrival, she saw a message had been left on her answering machine. It was from Tristan.
“Hello. Honey are you there? Well, I suppose you’re doing some shopping, hopefully for groceries, you don’t need anything frivolous, dear. When you get this message, can you bring my suitcase down to the office? I somehow forgot it. Very important files in there, I’m sure you’ll understand. Besides, what else do you have to do?” this outraged her. It was bad enough that she had to drive all the way to his job, but also the fact that he had the nerve to claim that she had nothing better to do?
Bella grabbed the suitcase that was displayed on the top shelf of there closet and walked out the door, as mad as could be. All she could think of in the drive was how useless Tristan really was. She considered divorce, but realized that she had no where else to go. Once she found a suitable man, then she’d leave him, but until then, she was stuck.
“Thanks babe, you’re a life saver!” he said. “Well, see you later” he continued, closing his door in her face. Did he even know how much of an ass he was being? Certainly no one could unknowingly be this much of an asshole, Bella thought.
She took the forty five minute trip back home in the same beat up car she drove to the office with. Tristan bought himself a fancy $10,000 car, she gets a second hand $1,500 car that barely worked.
That evening at dinner, the couple spoke very little. Occasionally, Tristan would break the ice by saying things such as “wish this food was better” or the very classic “we must be really poor if you’re making crap like this”. And as has become tradition, he sat his ass in front of the TV following dinner to watch the tail end of a movie. As he got up to walk out the door, Bella had become almost happy. She tried to hide the smile that was entering her face as he said goodbye.
Bella decided to give herself a little treat by running a warm, almost jacuzzi-like bath. She poured bubble bath into the tub and took off her clothes. The warm water felt great as it cascaded down her legs. With her eyes closed, she saw her husband, not in an intimate way, as that was a long time ago, but instead, she saw him nitpick her cooking and cleaning. Soon her thoughts went other places and she saw the only other man she had interacted with in the day, Jason. She imagined him placing a kiss on her lips, in a sensual way she had not felt in a while. His arms wrapped around her waist as he continued to passionately kiss her. In her thoughts, she saw his penis, which she imagined was very large. This made her extremely wet. She didn’t care if these thoughts were wrong. If Tristan wasn’t going to pleasure her, then someone had to, even if it was just imaginary.
Bella placed a hand on one of her breasts and twisted the nipple while the other hand made its way to her nether region, which by this point was very moist. She rubbed her clit as the other hand got her tits soapy. She inserted a finger, while picturing Jason standing in front of her, pumping his massive dick into her pussy. Another finger was inserted into her unfulfilled vagina and her nipples, now erect, were also getting plenty of attention. Fake Jason was still plowing her pussy as a third finger entered it. A moan escaped her mouth “Oh, Jason. Fuck me. Fuck me harder!”
The three fingers were going in and out of her pussy faster with each passing second, and her tits were completely lathered up, with only the red plump nipples showing. Her moans got louder as she finger fucked her hair-covered pussy. Finally, her juices gushed out, mixing with the water and she remained in the bath, eyes still closed, panting from the experience that she had longed for.
It was now very clear to Bella. She had found a suitable man. Now all she needed to do was get him interested in her, if he wasn’t already…To be continued…

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Adventures of Carrie: Vacation

Carrie knelt on the floor, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her hands clutching at her bare breasts. As she rocked back and forth, the huge dildo between her legs slid in and out of her wet, open hole. Each time it slipped into her, her mouth would open and she would let out a small cry of pleasure.
Carrie’s small stature contrasted the huge size of the phallus she was plunging into herself. It was at least two and a half inches across and over twelve inches long, with a realistic swollen head that parted her lips with each stroke. Occasionally she would slide all the way down its length and rotate her hips to feel the huge balls at its base rub against her clit. This never ceased to bring moans and cries of encouragement from the people crowded around, watching her. This too heightened Carrie’s profound enjoyment. She loved to be watched when she was hot and lusty and it didn’t matter who it was, just as long as they were enjoying her. The more they wanted, the more she wanted to give them.
Doug was always fascinated by her exhibitions. Though he had watched her erotic performance many times for countless onlookers, he still found them totally exciting and never failed to encourage her when she appeared to be in this kind of mood.
This one had started early in the day. When Carrie had gotten up, she had put on a tiny thong bikini bottom, some high heeled sandals and a thin, cropped T-top that revealed her nipples each time she moved her arms and showed the soft curve of the under side of her breasts when she was just standing still. She was casually strolling across the sun deck of the boat to join Doug for coffee when a couple of horns had sounded from nearby boats anchored in the cove.
“You’re disturbing the fishermen and skiers,” Doug said with a grin.
“Good! I intended to and I’m glad they didn’t disappoint me,” Carrie replied with a fake haughtiness.
Doug had poured her some coffee and they had chatted while they sipped the warm brew. Doug hadn’t failed to notice that Carrie seemed unusually vivacious. After she had finished her coffee, she had busied herself by straightening up the deck. She walked around, bending over to pick up and straightened things and reaching up to adjust wind-socks that really didn’t need adjusting.
“Show off!”
“You don’t like it,” Carrie asked looking back at him over her shoulder and baring her rear to Doug and all the other boats.
“Yes, but you should be more modest; the other boaters might see you,” Doug teased.
Carrie had placed her hand over her bare left cheek and said, “There! Is that better?”
“Much. Now they won’t get hard-ons watching you.”
Carrie jerked her hand away and replied, “I want them all to get enormous hard-ons. I may need them later,” and stuck her rear out with a little wiggle to one side.
Another horn had sounded as Carrie had winked at Doug and then continued her very un-domestic cleaning chores.
Carrie had continued the morning showing off for Doug and the boaters. Since her outfit became nearly transparent when it was wet, she took frequent dips in the water to “cool off”. Her dark, erect nipples were plainly visible through her top when she got out of the water and the “nakedness” of her shaved slit was clearly apparent.
After she had finished the margarita that Doug had fixed for her, she suggested that he make another one for her so that she “could get even more casual”. He had quickly satisfied her request and delivered it to the lounge chair she was sitting in.
“What’s the quickest way to give every guy in the cove an erection,” Carrie asked as she took the drink from Doug’s hand? “I want to; them and you and anyone else that might be around.”
“Well.” Doug thought for a moment. “You might just stand up and shout ‘Anybody want to fuck?'”
“No! More subtle, more erotic. I am so horny and I want to make everyone as horny as I am.”
“Then tease us!” Doug went on, “Take off your top and put on a flower necklace or a lea. Get something even smaller for your bottom; something that you can reach into and can be seen around.”
“Sounds good,” replied Carrie as she got up to go down to the bedroom. “I’ll be back in a flash and the pun was intended,” she said with a big smile.
When she returned, she was wearing a long, narrow blue chiffon scarf tied around her waist with the ends hanging in from of her like a tiny loin cloth. Around her neck was a flower lea that did little to cover her. Her nipples stuck out on either side as the lea draped between her breasts.
“How’s that,” she asked Doug?
“If that doesn’t do it, there are a lot of near-sighted guys out there. See, it’s working on me.”
“Good,” Carrie said as she looked at the growing bulge in Doug’s swimsuit. “But I’m not done yet. Go do something with the ropes or the motor or something. I just want to lay up here by myself and get hot and get a lot of other people hot too. You can let your imagination run wild about what I’m doing. OK?”
“I just remembered that I have to rebuild the gizmotchies. It may take quite a while. I hope you won’t get bored,” he said smiling. He leaned over, kissed her and went down the stairs to the main cabin.
Carrie lay back in the lounger and put on some dark glasses. She could see the boats in the cove but they couldn’t be sure that she was watching. She casually opened her legs so that someone with a pair of binoculars could easily see her hot cunt. She felt herself pinch in response to the thought of someone spying on her.
A little later, she lifted the lea from around her neck and dropped it to the floor. Taking the ends of the scarf she wore, Carrie slowly started caressing herself between her legs. The soft material felt like feathers as it softly floated back and forth over her mound. She felt the rush as it grazed over her swollen clit and down across her damp, open lips. It was not long before she could hear the sound of motors running. She pressed the silky fabric down onto herself and rubbed with a firmer, quicker motion until, abandoning the scarf altogether, she pressed her fingers into her open hole. It was wet and warm and she rubbed the liquid over her clit, flicking her fingers back a forth.
She felt the bump of a boat as it pulled along side and moments later looked up to see two guys standing over her.
“Welcome aboard,” she said as she took off the dark glasses but continued to stroke herself. She ran her hands across the inside of her thighs and up across her naked tits and back to her mound. As she again closed her eyes, she heard more bumps against the boat and then felt a smooth, hot object brush across the side of her face. She knew the texture and opened her mouth to take in the hard tool. Carrie sucked the cock deep into her and ran her tongue around the shaft as it pumped in and out.
She reached up to grasp the other cock that she knew was there and began stroking it up and down with her hand. She could hear the moans and groans that were coming from both of the men and could feel the cum as it dripped out of her excited hole. Carrie felt the shaft in her mouth grow more ridged as he started pumping harder. In a few seconds she heard a load gasp and felt the hot juice hit the back of her mouth and then felt the cock in her hand as it jerked and shot a long stream of cum onto her tits and stomach. She continued to suck and pump her hand while both of the men finished coming off in her and on her.
When she opened her eyes again, there were eight or ten people standing around the sun deck, mostly men but a couple of women were there too. Some of the men were naked already and one of the women was topless while the other was pressing herself against a chair in front of her. She recognized some of them as people who frequently anchored nearby them in the cove.
Carrie pressed the intercom button on the table beside her.
“Doug. Could you bring me the biggest toy you can find in my toy drawer?”
“Sure,” Doug replied. “Be right up!”
When he arrived with the big dildo, a cheer went up from the people standing around. Carrie rose and slid the scarf around to her side. She took the dildo from Doug and rubbed the suction cup at its base across the drops of cum that clung to her tits before pressing it onto the smooth tile that created a walkway down the middle of the sun deck. When it was firmly in place, Carrie lowered herself onto it. Her own cum covered the dildo as she rose and fell on the big shaft. It was only moments before she had the first of many orgasms with the devise.
She felt hands rubbing her tits and fingers probing every opening in her body. She could feel a tongue lapping at her slit whenever she rose off the ridged shaft but couldn’t tell and didn’t care whether it was a man or a women.
Another cock slid into her mouth and pumped his hot load of juice into her and she could feel warm gushes falling on her face and into her hair as other guys jacked off while watching her fuck herself with her giant toy.
Someone pushed her forward off the dildo and rammed his dong into her from the rear. He pumped his tool in and out of her and she could feel his balls slapping her clit and felt the warmth as he filled her with his cum.
“I love it doggy style. Fuck me like a dog fucks,” Carrie cried. “I love it. I love it.”
Another cock slid into her huge hole and pumped at her.
“I know what she needs,” she heard someone say.
“Bismark. Here boy. Come on up the ladder.”
Carrie remembered Bismark as being a big Golden Retriever that some people frequently brought with them because he loved to play in the water. She had often wondered how big his cock really was but had never had an opportunity to find out. She could feel his nose and hear him sniffing her as the man in her continued to pump his shaft in and out of
her.
“Wait a minute Bizmark. You’ll get your turn,” she heard the man say.
Carrie could feel Bizmark’s tongue as it lapped at the cum that was on her body. When she looked up, she saw his erection.
“That will be fantastic,” she thought. Though not as big as her dildo, it was bigger than any of the men that were standing around. Her cunt went into a frenzy thinking about it and the man fucking her shot his load of cum into her sucking hole.
As the man pulled his dong out of her, Carrie felt Bizmark licking her slit and pushed her ass high into the air so he could reach her more easily. In a second, Bizmark had mounted her and found her open hole with his tool. As it slid in, Carrie screamed with joy. His cock was very long and hard and filled her nearly as much as her toy. Bizmark wasted no time in starting to probe her with firm and solid thrusts, his cock banging the end of her eager cunt with every stroke while tufts of hair tickled her clit. Carrie pressed up to meet each thrust as the enormous cock pumped her. Bizmark’s paws and legs wrapped around her waist as he held her to him. Carrie could hear him panting and grunting and everyone cheering him on in the background but she was to involved in her own pleasure to distinguish any real words or sounds, only the feeling of that fantastic tool sliding in and out of her hot, wet opening.
The more he rode her, the more he seemed to want. Carrie could feel his rear legs pressing against her own while he continued to pull tighter around her waist. Her slit was gushing with cum; her own and that of the men who had already had her. As she looked between her legs, she could see it running down the inside of her legs in a steady stream and she could also see Bizmark’s dong as it jerked in and out. He pulled it almost completely out with each stroke and she could see her lips spread open and swell each time he shoved it back inside her. She could see his balls hanging down between his legs and knew that they were full of sticky cum that he was going to pump into her whenever he decided to.
“Let him take as long as he wants,” Carrie thought as she came off for the fifth time since he had mounted her. “This is too good to last just a few minutes.”
And take his time, he did. Bizmark held on as though he thought Carrie was going to disappear from under him and pumped her with his swollen shaft. Carrie was in a cycle of almost continuous orgasm when she felt the first of his hot load hit the end of her open cunt. Bizmark continues to ram her and shot more cum into her with each stroke. She screamed and moaned each time she felt him spurt against the end of her and each spurt brought another orgasm for her. She could see the thick globs of his cum as it filled her and ran out down her legs and yet he kept gushing with each stroke. A huge puddle of cum formed on the tile between her legs before he finally, after one hard thrust, slowly pulled his cock free of her grasping cunt and jumped down.
Carrie lowered herself into the puddle of cum beneath her and slid around in it, covering herself with the musty liquid. Raising back up to her knees, she called.
“Next!”
One of the women lay down under Carrie and began sucking Carrie’s snatch and licking cum from her legs and stomach.
“I love the taste of cum,” she explained as she probed Carrie’s dripping hole with her tongue and sucked strongly at the warm fluid that ran into her mouth and then pulled away so that one of the other men could mount Carrie.
While he pumped his cock into her, Carrie could hear Bizmark’s mistress explaining to Carrie that she had started something.
“When Bizmark gets off, he just wants to get off more. He will fuck four or five times in an hour or so. Think you can handle that?”
“Whenever he’s ready again, so am I,” replied Carrie. “He’s got an absolutely fantastic cock and knows where to put it.”
“It looks like he’s ready again right now,” she heard one of the guys comment. “Wish I had that kind of stamina.”
“He’ll have to wait his turn.” another said. “I’m next or I’ll have to shoot it off on her ass.
“Don’t do that,” Carrie cried. “I like it in my cunt–or my mouth. Don’t waste it though.”
With that he knelt in front of her and Carrie took his hard dong into her mouth, sucking and licking it while she fondled his balls with her hand.
“Getting it from both ends is almost as good as getting it from Bizmark,” she thought as she felt the big shaft in her cunt unleash his cream into her just as she was coming again. She was pleasantly surprised to feel a cold nose and a rough tongue between her legs again as soon as the man behind her pulled away. She had thought that his owner had been exaggerating but knew better when she felt the cool paws on her back and his hard shaft pushing against her opening.
“That’s the horniest dog I’ve ever seen.” Carrie recognized Doug’s voice though she couldn’t see him. Most of the crowd were standing behind her so that they could watch Bizmark taking care of her.
“It’s also the horniest lady I’ve ever seen,” someone else said. “Does she ever get enough?”
Carrie heard Doug’s voice again. “I’ve seldom seen her say ‘That’s enough’ but usually, she’s always ready for more, kind of like Bizmark.”
They grew silent as they watched Bizmark mount Carrie once more.
“This is going to be an absolutely great afternoon,” Carrie thought as she sucked hard on the cock in her mouth and felt the dog’s huge, hard member slip easily into her cunt. Bizmark again shoved it all the way into her with one stroke and then settled into a rhythmic pumping motion that sent Carrie’s clit into ecstasy. She couldn’t began to imagine how many times she had already come off but she knew that it was just the beginning. She was determined to give Bizmark his full day’s quota –and love every stroke of it.
All the men, including Doug, were exhausted and their cocks were hanging limp. The Golden Retriever, Bizmark had jumped into the lake to fetch an imaginary ball.
“Have I outlasted everyone,” Carrie asked from her place on a lounge cushion in the middle of the sun deck?
“It’s only one o’clock in the afternoon. We’ll recover before the day is over,” joked one of the men that had twice already felt Carrie’s hot cunt around his shaft.
“I won’t get the chance to recover,” said Bizmark’s master. “We have to meet some friends at the dock at two o’clock.
“What are we going to do with that dog,” his wife asked? “We can’t meet those people with him acting like that. He’ll mount anything that moves for the next day or so.”
“Good thought,” he replied. Turning to Carrie, he asked, “You want to dog sit until tomorrow?”
“I’d love to — dog sit that is — or–,” Carrie beamed.
“I just thought you would agree to that,” he smiled.
Everyone laughed and Carrie excused herself to slip into the shower for a minute.
“Doug claims I smell like I’ve been playing games and it hasn’t been tennis. Would someone fix me a margarita while I’m gone?”
“I’ll get it,” said Doug and followed her down the stairs. When they were in the cabin, Carrie turned to Doug and gave him a long French kiss.
“Have I been good or bad,” she asked.
“Yes,” said Doug as he ran his hand between her legs and felt her squeeze his fingers with her wet hole.
“Can I be good or bad some more?”
“What ever you need,” he responded, kissing her again.
“Need is the key word here. I need and need and need. How many times have I been screwed today? I’ve lost track.”
Doug thought for a while. “Seven times by guys and twice by Bizmark. No! Eight times. I forgot to count myself.”
“Ahhhh! Great start to a really slutty day. Did you like watching Bizmark pumping away in me?”
“Absolutely, just like everyone else did and believe me they did!”
“I got that general impression from some of the comments I overheard. Not that I was paying much attention to them,” Carrie confessed.
“Aren’t you sore or anything,” asked Doug.
“Not in the least,” answered Carrie. “In fact I would love to be doing it again right now. It has been a while since I’ve been this horny! I believe I could just fuck all day long and still want more. I haven’t even started to slow down. OK?”
“Fantastic,” Doug replied with a wink. “I’ll fix your drink.”
Carrie bounced off into the shower and Doug fixed her margarita and set it by the shower door, then went up to see if the “guests” needed anything.
When Carrie rejoined them a few minutes later she was clad only in a thin guaze poncho, untied and open at the sides. She smelled of a very sexy perfume that Doug had given her a few months ago.
Shortly after her return, Bizmark’s owners excused themselves with a parting “Treat him gently.” Bizmark seemed uninterested in their departure as he was again busy sniffing everyone and everything.

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” Dad’s Fucking My Teacher “

Dad’s Fucking My Teacher
* Mrs. Clay had a secret. No one knew about it until….. fate stepped in….*
__My name is Kurt. I work at my dad’s very private club for people with money. I worked in the food side. The other side was a dark lounge for drinking. He had me start going over there to empty trash and clean up. I wasn’t really allowed to be there with alcohol being served. That Friday night I went over to do my duty’s when I noticed a woman at the bar. She was real pretty, but had on half dark glasses. Her black hair half covered her face and was long. She had on a black suit but real low cut. She had beautiful full cleavage that showed real good. She was smoking a cigarette. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was damn sexy looking. I couldn’t tell if she was watching me or not with those glasses.
I stalled and kept cleaning things, wanting to keep looking at her. I cleaned right in front of her….and then…she smiled at me. She leaned her cleavage over real big and said real sexy but slurred: “What’s your name Kurt?”
She was drunk as hell and how did she know my name? She asked my name… ‘and‘….called me Kurt. WTF? I ask her: “How did you know my name was Kurt?” She giggled and said: “Never you mind about that, do you like my tits?”
I couldn’t say anything. My dad would kill me if I said ’Damn right I do’ to a customer like that….so I just carefully smiled at her. She said in her slurred sexy voice: “Come here Kurt.”
I stood a little closer making sure no one was noticing us. “Would you like to kiss my tits Kurt?” and pulled my head towards her tits.
I jolted back and left the bar. Drunk women are crazy I thought….but I kept thinking about those beautiful tits though. My face was an inch from them and her perfume….…where had I smelled that perfume before? That triggered my memory, and things started to connect.
I waited and then peeked around to look at her again. She was gone. I ask the bartender about her. He said: “ She comes in every Friday night, gets drunk, and I call her a cab to take her home. That’s a wig, by the way and those half dark glasses, she hiding who she is for some reason.”
Bingo….that triggered my memory. I knew who she was now, a teacher, Mrs. Clay I had in history class school. She always wore that perfume and that’s how she knew my name. She was one of the teachers all the guys talked about wanting to fuck. Well…..I was just going to keep this information to myself.
On Monday I went to her class as usual, history …boring…..I studied her face….yep that was her, now I could tell for sure. Now she had her natural light brown hair, and plain glasses and regular clothes. My plan was to say nothing and enjoy my secret information and fantasize about those tits of hers in my face. I made no eye contact with her. When class was almost over she came over and said boldly: “I want to see you after class.” Ooooo ..like I was in trouble.
Everyone left and she closed the door…and locked it. She sat me down by her desk. “Kurt, we have to talk. I just want to say that what you might have thought you saw last Friday night….didn’t happen. OK? Can I trust you to never talk about it? A teacher has to be very careful with her reputation. She can get fired real easy for her public actions. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head yes.
“If you would do that for me, I would like to do some things for you. I think…you like my tits, don’t you.” I smiled. “I would like to give you a little sample of my ‘thank you’ right now…. Stand up.”
The door had no window in it and the room windows were up high. No one could see in. She took me over to the corner and hugged me real tight. She began to whisper in my ear. (“…Kurt, I like you. I’m not suppose to, but I do. I hope you like me too. I want you to feel my tits for me now,…. go ahead.”)
She opened her suit coat up and put my hands up under her sweater. Omg…there they were. Her ‘no bra’ tits I had dreamed about. She started breathing all weird as I felt her tits. She was going weird on me saying: (“..tell me how much you like them Kurt…..tell me how you’d like to kiss them and suck on them Kurt…tell me Kurt.”)
Well….I sure did as she asked…. as long as she was letting me feel them. I said quietly: (“….oh Mrs. Clay, your tits are so soft and wonderful, and I sure would like kissing your beautiful tits.”) She sure seemed to like that as she lifted her sweater up and put my face right in her cleavage.
(“Kiss them Kurt…kiss them hot, I know you want them…kiss them all over and lick them all you want….lick and suck on my nipples, oh god yes…your doing beautiful Kurt…keep that up Kurt…”)
Mrs. Clay, (Jill)
It was working perfect. I had to be bold and lay it on heavy with Kurt. Kurt didn’t know my earlier life. I had hooked up with Kurt’s dad a while back. We ended up in his private office one night and we had an affair there. On Friday nights I would go in the back way and we had a torrid, hot, steamy affair.
I had found out my husband had a girl on the side and we were parting ways. I was very hot for his dad, Stan, he know how to fuck me real good.
We had to end it when my divorce started, and is still active with all the legal stuff. All I could do is disguise my looks from who I was and sit and drink every Friday night as I waited for my husband to move out.
I’m still waiting.
When I found out that Kurt was Stan’s son I slowly got aroused by him. He looked like his dad only younger and oh so sexy to me. I was closer to his age that his dad. When I saw Kurt in the lounge, I was pretty drunk and my urges for him got released. I have nice full tits, and when I saw Kurt eyeing them, I couldn’t hold back wanting him to fondle them. His dad loved them and he use to suck them so good before we had sex. It all came flashing back and I wanted them fondled by Kurt. I have nipples that are very sensitive and I can even have an orgasm when they are sucked and played with. Watching Kurt’s eyes made them hard and so ready to be sucked.
Now I had Kurt all picked out to suck and fondle my tits, and it was working. He was young and I knew the next thing he would want is to have sex with me….and that’s just what I wanted too.
Kurt…..
She was acting kinda crazy, but I sure didn’t care. She was pushing her pussy right into my boner. I looked at the clock. “Mrs. Clay,…. I’m late for my next class, can you…. write me a note?” I said out of breath. She held my head and pulled it back. She smiled at me with a real sexy look. “Kurt, I’m a teacher. I’ll write you a note so you won’t even have to go to your next class.
This a free hour for me and we have 40 minutes left. You just do what I say and everything will be fine….besides….your in no condition to leave…just yet.” She shoved her hand down in my pants and felt my boner. In a flash she had my pants down and was on her knees. She was jacking my boner. “Hold still Kurt and let me get this down for you.” she said.
Jill……
This was so risky!…but it got me hot doing it. A little preview wouldn’t hurt. I know he’ll cum quick and I need a good taste of his cum. I grabbed his young smooth ass and took his boner in my mouth. A few deep throats and he jolted. I squeezed his ass as his butt cheeks tightened up. His knees trembled and I got the shots of cum I wanted. Down my throat it went….mmmm…all gone.
Poor Kurt’s eyes…they rolled back in his head as he held onto my head to keep from falling over. Five minutes left. I helped him put his pants back up and unlocked my door. I said loud: “If you don’t try harder, and concentrate, your going to fail this class!” He was in a daze as he tried not…to smile.
Now I had to plan a place for us and this would not be easy. My house and his house had people in them. He had to work nights and…..wait….my classroom…it was the only place for us. I needed to change his schedule to give him a free hour the same as mine. The danger of doing this just made me all the more turned on to have sex with him right in the classroom.
It took a little talking but I got it all arranged. 10am to11am was now ’our’ time. That night I lay naked in bed, playing with my nipples and looking ahead to our first hour together. Being a teacher I was going to enjoy teaching him some very hot things to do sexually….and he can teach me what the young set does for sexual pleasure….
10 am, and my class filed out….all but one. I barked: “Let me see your homework, Kurt.”…the other students thinking he was in trouble with me …again. The door closed with the last student. I waited a little, then quietly locked the door. Here came my young man all excited with his sexy smile. I turned out the lights.
Kurt….
My heart was banging in my chest as I slowly walked toward her. God she was sexy looking. She was smiling standing with her legs apart with a skirt on today. I backed her into our corner as she took some big breaths. She began acting weird again. She said quietly: “…Kurt…what are you doing?, are you so attracted to me you feel you must have me?…do you want to feel me, kiss me make love to me?…is that what’s your after?…tell me how bad you want me Kurt…tell me.”
I thought…OK, it’s one of her weird games again…so I told her…. “ Mrs. Clay…I wanted you since the first time I saw you.” She gasp and pulled my head to her cheek. I continued: “ You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen…I want you so bad…”
Well,…. that’s what she wanted to hear and up went her sweater. I felt her nipples and watched her lean her head back and moan real sexy.
Up came her skirt as she put my hand on her pussy. (“..Oh Mrs..” she whispered to call her ’Jill’. “Jill I love to feel your pussy….all warm and wet…I must go kiss it now.”
She held my head as a went down on her. She was up against the wall with her legs spread wide apart. There was that aroma of her perfume…strong. I began to lick her pussy as she moved it up and down on my lips. She moaned so sexy each time I licked her clit.
Jill……
My dad called me ‘wild child’ and ‘nympho’ when he caught me with porn in my computer. I wanted some of the action I saw there, hot, wild sex. My first and steady sex was an older guy and he fucked me rough and I like it. He was…,
let’s just say…‘a family member’. We would let the desire to fuck build up and up and then we would attack and fuck real hard and wild.
Now I had tapped into Kurt’s lust for me and released it. I was finally getting what I wanted. I was in for wild ride…..
Oh my…the youthful energy of Kurt’s tongue was making me weak. I slowly sunk to the rug. He stuck 3 fingers in my pussy and massaged it good. He was way better than his dad. He was pumped and becoming aggressive….everything was becoming reversed. I became submissive to him. “…oh Kurt…baby…do you want to ’own me’?…do you want me that bad?…” I said. He began to undo his pants and get on top of me. He took his boner and moved it up and down on my pussy. He said: “Yes Jill, I ‘do’ own you now, you are mine and I have to fuck you.” Kurt said.
That sucked the air right out my chest. I liked this and his aggressive stance with me. “You have ravaged me Jill, I’m taking you to sexual heaven with me right now.” he said.
He held my wrists down and started putting his tongue deep in my mouth. I felt his boner shoved in me hard. I had to moan uncontrollably as he lifted my legs up around his back. He became my wild man, thrusting himself in me and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. I jerked my wrists loose and put my arms around his neck. I could feel the climax of all climaxes coming up in me.
He fucked me hard, aggressively and deep with each thrust. I had never had a guy fuck me this wild before, and it was driving me ‘more’ wild. We were both going for the peak we both wanted. I squeezed my legs around him …and my pussy clamped around his boner. He gave out a low growl and we both squeezed us with everything we had…then…it was like the world stopped. …
He moaned and I felt hot thrusting cum in me as I climaxed. We held each other so tight we trembled. I could feel and even hear the cum being blasted in me….we just couldn’t stop fucking…and fucking…until we both went weak…and just held on tight….squirming…
——
Jill…..
It was Friday night. I sat at the bar as usual having a drink in my disguise. Kurt and I had a little plan set up. He clued his smiling dad in and I waited. When Kurt was doing his clean up duty’s behind the bar. I spoke to his dad:
“Stan honey, could you call me a cab?” I slurred, acting like I was totally drunk.
“No mam,….. your to drunk to ride home in a cab, ‘Kurt‘…., take the lady home please and see that she gets into bed.”
Kurt tried not to smile and said: “Ok Dad“
We staggered out to the company’s plain white van and drove to a river front secluded location. The back of the van was filled with blankets and no windows.
I wanted to feel the driving lust he had for me. I wanted to see that youthful aggression come out and fuck me hard with it.
I taunted him.
In whispers I said: “Maybe we better wait Kurt.” He was already trembling undoing my buttons. “Someone might come by here and see us.” Some of my buttons went flying as he tore them off. He got all hyper. “Waiting is over Jill, your mine now and we’re going to take a little trip to cum land right now. I want you completely naked, not one earring, or piece of clothing. I’ve dreamed about your hot body completely naked and now I want to devour it.”
That’s what I wanted. To be taken by him and fucked hard. I taunted him even more: “But Kurt…I’m a teacher and if anyone….”
Those were the last words spoken. He kissed me and his tongue fucked my tongue like two wild animals. I was naked, hot, trembling and my pussy was dripping. It was a real show down for us. Now I reacted how I felt.
I rolled him over on his back and grabbed his boner and shoved it in my pussy. Out came the moans, groans and animal sounds. I drove his boner in me a deep as it would go…..and again….and again. He pinched my nipples so hard I orgasmed several times.
This was the kind of fucking I wanted.
Kurt…..
She was acting weird again, but only this time it was a very hot and sexy weird. I felt like I had a goddess on top of me and she was about to rape me…..well… ok Jill, go for it. What a powerful woman she was. She was driving my boner in her to the max. She kissed me wildly and held my body real tight. I had no choice, I had to cum big.
I squeezed her nipples with one hand, felt her ass with the other and slipped a finger in her back hole. She yelled so loud my heart jumped….that triggered my thrust upwards and I felt like all my cum shot out at once. Her pussy was tight, moving fast and she was biting my neck.…what a wild woman she was as we fucked ourselves crazy…..
She was like no other girl I’d ever been with before…as I just kept feeling her nipples and tits. I loved feeling her beautiful naked body. She just kept moaning low and fucking slow and deep……
*Months later in the morning at Jill’s house.
“Kurt, I‘ll leave first, then you go out the back way….now wait…Kurt…you’ve got that look in your eyes….not now…please Kurt…..we’ll both be late for school….Kurt…stop baby…you’ll mess up my hair and clothes….mmmmm…not on the living room rug….oh damn you…we’re going to be late again…mmmm…oh dam.. your taking mmmm advantage of me…Kurt…Oh my god…..
Oh Yes!….deeper baby…. deeper!…”

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Why Did She Hate Me Pt 2

Ok as promised this is the second part. I just finished correcting what I saw as error’s. If you haven’t read the first part of this story then some parts you will not understand. I am again going to turn off comments so no losers can post their info for comments. If you have any comments make an account and pm me. And finally if I get good reviews and enough ratings I will post a new story set I am working on. So now I say to you enjoy this romance.
“Fuck me!”
Rachael was furious with herself as she looked in to the rearview mirror and saw the red and blue flashing lights. This was the second time she was pulled over for speeding in under an hour. Rachael was in such a rush to get to her parent’s house that she didn’t even realize she had been speeding. With another 45 minuets till she got to her parents home, and here she was on the side of the road as the officer approached her car. The officer asked her what the hurry was when he finally reached her window. Rachael lied telling the officer she had been working all night and was headed home to be with her family. The officer politely asked for her id which Rachael had to fish out of her purse.
The police officer taking Rachael’s drivers license looked at Rachael’s id and looked at her. She definitely looked tired enough to work the late shift. “Well normally I would have to write a ticket up but since it is the holidays and you’re just trying to get home to get some sleep I will let it slip this time. But please be careful on the roads at your speed you wouldn’t have been able to stop and would have had an accident then your Christmas would be ruined.” The officer handed Rachael’s id back to her he turned and walked back to his squad car. He watched Rachael start her car and slowly pull her car back onto the road he shook his head.
Rachael on the other hand was breathing a sigh of relief. That was the second time she had used that lie to get out of a ticket. She had to be more careful and pay attention to the road she couldn’t get James to forgive her if she was careless and had a wreck. Rachael drove she found it was hard to concentrate on being careful she just wanted to get to the house as soon as possible, but she did notice the storm in the distance and forced her self to stay at a safe steady pace.
Rachael arrived at her parent’s house around noon. Rachael opened her car door she turned to see the front door open and see Grace rushing out the door before Rachael could even say hello Grace scooped her up in her arms and gave her a big hug. Rachael had been expecting something like this but it still surprised her. Rachael hugged Grace for all she was worth both women not saying anything. Rachael pulled away from grace and they started talking. Even though Rachael called weekly Grace had a lot to tell her while the two women talked Rachael had pulled her bag from her car and they had started towards the house.
When the screen door opened Rachael could smell the sweat smells coming from the kitchen. She saw Frank in his favorite chair his eyes closed and breathing was steady she guessed he was taking his afternoon nap. Rachael walked towards the stairs saying that she was going to unpack and would be back down to help in the kitchen. Rachael unpacked and placed her clothing in the dresser she stopped when she came to the envelope slowly she reached down and picked it up and stared at it for a few minutes. She had not put who it was for on it but then again she didn’t have to.
Rachael lifted the pillow off of her bed and placed the envelope under it and returned the pillow to its place on her bed. Rachael returned to the bag and kept unpacking. When finished she stopped and looked around her room. Grace and Frank had left it in the same condition it was in when she left for college. Posters hanging on the walls, stuffed animals in the window, and a picture of James sitting on her desk. She slowly approached her desk the picture of James was perfect except for the tear stains that showed. Every day for two years after he had left she held that picture in her hands and cried. Her tears dropping off her red and puffy face onto the picture.
Rachael opened the desk drawer to place the picture in it but she stopped she decided that she was going to get a new picture of James a picture that was perfect and didn’t have any stains. Rachael set the picture back on her desk and turned and walked out of her room. She was passing the door frame she said something in such a low tone of voice it was softer than a whisper “James I hope you get here soon. I love you and want you to know it.”
—-
James pulled up to the house just as he had in the dream. So far everything had happened today just as it had in his dream. James was called to work just as he knew he would to cover for a co-worker. And now here he is sitting in front of his parent’s house, the cars lined up just like he had seen in his dream. James pulled into the drive he watched he front door just as he had seen his parents came running out. James found himself following the dream doing and saying what he had in the dream and got the same results, his mom fussing at him for calling her and his dad by there first names everything was the same. James followed his mom to the door and in side, again just as he had seen everything was exactly set up and in place as he remembered. Rachael there in his chair, why did he still care about her after how she had hurt him? James knew the answer though his love for his cousin. He had given her what she wished he had given her freedom from him he had stayed away just like she wanted.
James barely paid attention to what was being said he was running on auto pilot. Having been through this so many times in his dream James just let himself say everything that he had in his dream he did everything just like his dream. The only thing so far that he had done different was that he had noticed the letter left by Rachael. It was almost dinner time James was out in the garage with his dad. James found it hard to act surprised when his dad showed him the ring for his mom. James knew what was going to happen later on tonight he had decided that either way he would continue with this.
James will let everything happen just as he dreamed it; he had made this decision while he was driving to his parent’s house.
– – –
So far everything had happened just as she had dreamed it, Rachael had decided to follow the dream and it seemed that everything will happen just like she dreamed it. Rachael’s only worry was what would happen when she reached the part where she wakes up? Her dreams never finished and she was worried about that. She had to force herself from letting her worry show, she felt like she had to continue with how she saw this day in her dream that is what she felt she had to do if she was to get James back in her life. Rachael loved James more than life and it had only been after he left that she came to realize how much she loved him.
Rachael realized how fast the day was moving she had just gone and told James and Frank that it was dinner time. One of the first surprises for James was about to be given the desert that she had made it was his favorite. Rachael knew what his reaction would be even though she was still nervous about it she knew that he would love it. Rachael also knew that she had still a few more hours of waiting till James and she would talk. Rachael was prepared she was ready to talk to James to let him know how bad she wanted him back in her life and how bad she wanted to be with him. Besides the desert she had another surprise for him she just hoped that this worked and that he would take her back.
Rachael on the inside was screaming wanting time to fast forward so she could talk to James so she could see his magnificent body coming out of the shower like she had in her dreams, just the thought of seeing James naked was enough to make her knees feel unsteady. Rachael took a few deep breaths as James finally started to eat her desert, the night was moving so fast at times other times she felt like time was standing still. Soon she could tell him; soon she could have him she knew it would happen tonight.
—
It happened just like the dream James had showered and was trying to get to his room before anyone could see his erection and she was there at the door looking at him when he opened it. Just like his dream as he walked past her to go to his room she asked if he did like her desert and of course he did and he told her just as he had in his dream, and just like his dream his towel fell off exposing his nude body to her.
—
Rachael was astonished that it had happened just like she knew it would. They talked in the hallway and the towel dropped and his nude body was exposed to her. She had seen his cock it was about 7” long and it was thick, the rest of his body was perfect as far as she was concerned. Rachael counted to 5 and walked to the door James just dashed into and very quietly opened the door. She saw him with the letter she had written and placed on his bed before she told Frank and James it was dinner time. James was still in a state of undress, slowly he turned his head and looked at her, his face had a look of shock with a hint of fear. James moved to the edge of his bed and moved from his laying position to a sitting one he made a gesture offering her a seat Rachael shook her head.
“James can we talk I would really want to talk about what happened the last time we saw each other. I know I was wrong I was hurt and that I had said some things that had hurt you, but four years. I don’t think that I deserve that, and mom and dad practically having
to beg you to tell them what was going on in your life they defiantly don’t deserve that.” She knew she did deserve what had happened she told him to stay out of her life and he had done just that. But she also knew that if she wanted him in her life she had to play this out just as the dream had shown her over and over again.
—-
And here it was she was talking to him asking him why he hadn’t talked to her in four years and hardly ever talked to his parents and the feelings from his dream started to come to him. How could she ask him that she knew very well why he had stayed away from her. James would tell her how he felt now was the time. “Do you know how I felt when I left four years ago? How I felt when the little cousin I loved like a sister yelled at me calling me a big dumb jock for trying to keep her from being known as the sophomore slut to the football team, or how I felt when I was told that mom and dad were worried that I might screw my scholarship up because of my grades. How about this one when I was being told I shouldn’t take the scholarship that I should let someone take it that I wasn’t worth the time and effort. When we were growing up I didn’t mind you hanging around because I loved you. I always wanted a baby sister and you were that sister to me.”
As Rachael listened she understood how much she had hurt him. But he said something that surprised her and he had said he loved her. How did he love her was it the way she wanted, craved, needed? Her vision started to get watery as she listened to how badly she had hurt him in her fit of anger. She felt she could just barley understand how he felt when he left those long four years ago and how he had felt up until this point.
“And what really hurt Rachael was the look on your face. I knew what it was and it hurt the most. It was a look of total finality that you believed what you told me that you were done with me for the rest of your life. So when you told me to get out of your life and stay out I did. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I knew you were hurt when I threw Rickey out. He never came back did he? Did he even tell you I called his coach and told him that he was trying to force him self on some sophomore? I didn’t say any names the coach removed him from the team. He was tired of how Rickey treated the girls he was with and didn’t like what it was doing to the other players.” At this point Rachael started crying. She was crying for all she was worth. James couldn’t believe that he had made her cry he was just trying to let her know how he felt.
Rachael stood up and started moving for the door, as she reached for the handle she left James hand grab her wrist, she looked up at him and James did something surprised her. James pulled her into a hug, which she eagerly accepted. As James hugged Rachael he stroked her hair and rubbed his hand up and down on her back and whispering that he loved her and that he was sorry that he made her cry that he just wanted her to know how he felt. And then he said it again “Rachael I love you. That’s why I have stayed out of your life. I didn’t want to hurt you again. I have missed you. I just hope you love me as much as I love you. I only wanted the best for you. Please forgive me for hurting you.”
Rachael stood there with her cousin he was hugging her and telling her that he loved her and she wanted to know how he loved her. Rachael struggled to get ahold of herself to slow her crying, she felt so touched that even while trying to express how he felt that he cared about how she felt . All she wanted to do was stay in his arms and be close to him but if she didn’t make her move now she never would be able to. Rachael looked up at her cousin and looked into his eyes and then she made her move she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.
James was shocked when his cousin looked up at him and looked into his eyes he couldn’t understand what he was seeing in her eyes. And then he felt her hands grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t a short sisterly kiss, it was a kiss that he had seen but never felt. It was soft and tender and in that one kiss she had opened her heart to him. James was overwhelmed; his mind was trying to comprehend what was happing. When Rachael pulled back from the kiss James looked into her eyes what he saw was fear. She was sacred how he would respond to her kiss.
Rachael looked into James eyes her only thought was he said he loves me show me how you love me. She felt James hand that was rubbing her back stop when she pulled him into the kiss. His hand was at the small of her back. Rachael looked up into James eyes trying to decipher what he was thinking she felt his hand begin to move up she felt James arms pull her closer to him and his hand go to the back of her head as he pulled her into a kiss. This kiss like the one she had given him was gentle and answered her question of how he loved her. She felt his lips begin to part and his tongue tentatively touch the front of her hips. She instantly responded by opening her lips and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. As their tongues danced with each other she felt his other hand slide slowly down her body until it reached the small of her back hesitant to go any lower.
When James pulled back from the kiss he looked into her eyes the fear was gone replaced buy the same look he saw at dinner. He looked her right in the eyes “Rachael I love you, I love you more than a cousin, I love you more than a sister. I have fallen in love with you.”
This moment was the most important moment in his life. No matter what happened for the rest of his life James knew this moment would be one he remembers until the day he dies. James looked into Rachael’s eyes waiting for her to respond.
Rachael looked into her cousin’s eyes “James I love you I need you in my life, without you my life is empty. James I love you and I am in love with you.” Rachael didn’t wait for James to answer she pulled him into another kiss. Rachael felt dizzy everything was turning out just how she wanted how she needed it to happen.
James responded by kissing her back, no longer was he holding back his feelings he moved his hands from her back slowly down to her waist. Her hands locked behind his head Rachael wanting to keep him in the kiss as long as possible. Rachael waited a long time for this, and now that it was happening she didn’t want it to stop. They kissed for what seemed to be hours before James finally pulled away.
Rachael smiled “James I want you to be with me I want you to make love to me. But James I have to tell you I am a virgin, I knew I loved you more than I should and I didn’t know what you would do if I asked you to make love to me. I was scared of what you would say. I wanted you to be my first, I never dated after you left I was crushed I knew I had hurt you….”
That was as far as Rachael got before James leaned in and kissed her, she moaned into his mouth. James kissed her for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minuets pulled back “Rachael I have to tell you I am a virgin also, Rachael I have wanted nothing more than to tell you how I felt but I was also scared about how you would react. Then when I threw Rickey out and you told me to leave well I tried to forget how I felt about you. At college every woman I met I compared to you, at first I didn’t realize that. It took me a few years to understand why I wasn’t interested in any of the women at college. None of them were you or even like you. What do we do now? How do we proceed?”
Rachael looked into his eyes “Stay here I will be right back”. Rachael untangled herself from James and walked over to the door and out of his room. She went to her bed room and pulled and over to her dresser. She opened her dresser drawer and hidden between two of her shirts set the object of her search. This was another surprise for James, she bought just before she left college to come down to her parents. Rachael pulled out a dark blue teddy. It was silk and was almost see-through, Rachael quickly undressed and put the teddy on starting with the stockings, then put on the panties, and finally the main garment.
Rachael opened her door and looked down the hall, no one was there so she quietly walked down the hall she stopped in front of the door to her parent’s room and listened she heard a muffled snoring. Rachael proceeded to James’s room she quietly opened the door and shut it. James was lying on his bed he was on his side facing the door. When she entered Rachael saw James start to smile and noticed that his cock was hard very hard. “James baby this is my second surprise for you this is an early Christmas present I hope you enjoy unwrapping it.”
James was speechless he had never seen anyone look so beautiful he thought he must be looking at an angle. James found himself moving he stood up and walked over to Rachel and took her hand he led her to his bed and he picked her up. James looked at what Rachael had on and how she looked at this very moment. He wanted to remember this moment and he knew he would. James slowly lowered Rachael to his bed, her eyes looked deeply into his. “Rachael before we go any farther what about protection should I pull out I don’t have any condoms”.
“James for my first time with you I don’t want you to use any condoms and I don’t want you to pull out I want to feel you inside of me, I don’t want you covered I want you to fill me with your cum, and what ever happens will happen. Tonight I want you to enjoy our first time, and I want to enjoy how you feel inside of me. James cum and unwrap your present.”
James didn’t waste any more time, James leaned down and started kissing Rachael he then started to kiss down from her face to her neck being careful to restrain himself from biting her neck he didn’t want to give her a hickey. That would be very hard to explain to his parents. James kissed down from her neck on his way down James pulled down the fabric of Rachael’s teddy so that her right breast was exposed. James looked at Rachael’s breast in awe it looked so perfect the nipple was pink and hard. The areola was a light brown, the breast looked to good to James he leaned down and started to lick and kiss her breast. While James attacked Rachael’s right breast his hands uncovered her left breast. Soon James leaned back and looked at her left breast that was when he noticed it. Rachael’s left breast looked different the areola was a darker brown color and her left nipple was only half the size of her right.
Rachael knew what he was looking at she hoped that it didn’t change his mind about her.
James leaned down and started to lick and kiss Rachael’s left breast. Rachael was moaning loudly James pulled his head back and warned her that she had to keep it down or their parents would wake up. Rachael nodded and James went back to kissing and licking her breast. James slowly moved his hands down Rachael’s body till he got to her panties. He looked up at her and she again nodded, James moved down to her panties and looked at them they were set tight and showed the outline of her pussy. James hooked his fingers in the waist band of her silk panties and started to pull them down, down her panties went to her knees then off of her completely James held the panties looking at them. He put them to his nose and inhaled her sent it was intoxicating.
Rachael looked at James smelling her panties “So do you like this outfit I bought it just for you? I was worried you wouldn’t like the color or like how I looked in it”.
James looked at Rachael dropping her panties “Rachael I love your outfit it dose the impossible it makes you even look more beautiful, I am touched that you bought this just for me.” James leaned down and kissed her on the lips and started kissing down to her breast again kissing each nipple and then taking each into his mouth and sucking on them, he then kissed his way down over pulling her teddy with him when he reached her navel he kissed it and Rachael giggled and told him that she was ticklish there. James continued and kissed down till he reached the object of his desire.
Rachael was self conscious about how she looked to James but now all of that was out of her head she was only feeling pleasure every kiss was electric sending small jolts to her pussy.
James looked at her pussy, he expected her to be clean shaven but she had a small amount of neatly trimmed pubic hair. He loved it he had hoped she wasn’t shaved, James might be a virgin but he was still a man he had looked up many porn sites every site he visited the women were always shaved he thought that it didn’t look right. James removed the teddy from Rachael’s body which just left her stockings the same dark blue color as the rest of her outfit. James moved back to Rachael’s pussy he looked up at Rachael and into her eyes again she nodded he turned his attention to what was in front of his face.
James reached out and touched her outer lips and slowly traced the edges of her pussy with his fingers, in a trance James ran a finger up and down the length of the slit. Rachael started to moan when James leaned in and started to kiss her pussy he started at the clit and worked his way down when he reached the edge of her pussy he licked his way back to her clit. He repeated this process several times before shoved his tongue into her pussy, Rachael began to moan as her juices flowed out of her pussy James savored the taste. The taste was sweet but not to sweet but he instantly knew he was addicted.
Rachael was moaning loudly now she was trying to keep from being to loud but it was just too much James was making her feel so good. She only hoped that she could give him this much pleasure. A tingling sensation started deep within Rachael’s pussy it started to spread all over, Rachael’s toes curled, her back arched, and her muscles started to spasm. A short lived high pitch squeal escaped her throat as she thrashed around on James bed as her first orgasm over took her.
James held on to Rachael’s thighs for dear life keeping his mouth glued to Rachael’s pussy so he could get as much of her sweet nectar as possible. Rachael reached down and grabbed the back James’s head shoving his face hard into her pussy trying to keep his mouth in place. Slowly the pressure faded from the back of James’s head he looked up at Rachael what a sight she was. Her face had a picture of pure bliss her eyes were close and she was breathing heavily, each breath caused her breast to raise and fall her breast looked like perfect orbs which he could suck all night long. James noticed that the smell of his lover’s pussy was thick in his room; James smiled knowing that this would be an every day occurrence.
Rachael opened her eyes and looked at her lover, his face was coated in her juices and he had a lustful look in his eyes and a smile on his face. James’s 7” cock stood straight pointing at her as if saying come and lick me take me in your mouth. Smiling a lust filled smile Rachael walked over to James. She leaned in and licked some of her cum off of his face and smiled. She tasted good and couldn’t wait to see what James tasted like.
“It’s your turn James I hope I do this right this is my first time”. Rachel went to her knees and just looked at his cock it had grown atleast another inch or two, and had gotten a little thicker now. She wondered how she would fit the entire thing into her mouth. Rachael leaned down and kissed the head of James’s cock then worked her way down his shaft to his balls. Rachael opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth and then she started to lightly suck on it then she opened her mouth and sucked his other ball into her mouth so that she had both of his testicales in her mouth and started to suck lightly on them. James’s moans filled her ears, she released his balls and started to kiss her way back up his cock. When she reached the head she licked the head of his cock Rachael then opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth slowly she lowered her head.
Rachael stopped when she started to gag and waited for a few seconds then started lowering her head again. James’s cock was thick it was difficult for Rachael to get his whole cock in her mouth but when she felt her noise touch his pubic hair she knew she had it all. Rachael raised her head till the tip was just inside her lips and then lowered it. Rachael started to bob her head up and down keeping a constant sucking pressure on his cock, using her tongue to lick the bottom of his cock as she went. It wasn’t long before James’s moans turned more urgent, soon she felt his cock start to swell she knew he was close very close to cumming but she had other plans for his cum and her mouth wasn’t in her plans to where she wanted his first load of cum.
‘Rachael I am about to cum.” It was on a downward movement that Rachael heard James’s warning she move her head up and let his cock slide out with a loud popping sound.
“James I want you to cum in my mouth but not the first time, the first time you cum it will be in my pussy. After tonight you can cum in my mouth all you want, but tonight every load of cum you shoot will be as deep in my pussy as we can get it.” Rachael didn’t know why she had to have it this way her first time she was scared to death that she might get pregnant, but for the moment she didn’t care she just wanted to feel James cum in side of her and fill her full. Rachael got up off her knees and lay down on the bed James walked to the foot of the bed and she spread her legs and looked up at him with a look of longing. “James I want you to get on this bed and make love to me and to fill me full of you’re cum.”
James looked at Rachael she was looking at him James leaned down and started kissing from her ankle up making his way to her pussy. James remembered hearing some of his team mates say the best way to take a woman’s virginity was to bring them to orgasm and then to shove your cock in as hard as you can, this way she will be so wrapped up in pleasure that the pain of having her hymen ripped wouldn’t be noticed. This is the way James wanted to take her virginity. “Rachael I am going to do this the best way I know how so that you wont feel much pain.”
Rachael nodded and bit her lower lip she was nervous she knew that loosing her virginity for the first time was supposed to be very painful, but she knew James wouldn’t lie he didn’t want to hurt her. Rachael knew James trying to make it as painless as possible. When she felt him start to kiss her pussy she started to get confused “James what are you doing I want you to” that’s as far as she got as he shoved his tongue back into her pussy. A low moan escaped from her throat as the tingling sensation started to overcome her again. Soon she was writhing on James’s bed in another orgasm shook her violently. It was at this moment she felt James grab ahold of her waist and then she felt something thick and hard push into her untested hole. And then it was inside of her she felt it rip thru her hymen but felt nothing but pleasure, still in the strong grip of her second orgasm.
James couldn’t believe how hard it was to keep a hold on Rachael’s hips, so he could align himself and enter her pussy. Once he got the head of his cock in Rachael’s virgin hole he knew he wasn’t going to last long it was like shoving his cock into a hot wet velvet vice. James didn’t expect the response he got when he ripped thru Rachael’s hymen, instead of any type of pain Rachael just moaned louder and proceeded to lift her hips trying to get him deeper in her body. Pushing his cock as deep as he could James was surprised when he was fully inside of Rachael and the head of his cock rested on her cervix.
Rachael’s moaning was getting louder, she couldn’t believe how James cock made her fill so full, his cock was so thick that it rubbed her entire pussy. Every time James thrust into her the head of his cock would hit her cervix it was just to much, Rachael thought that his cock had been custom made just for her pussy. The thought that she was having sex was James the only man she wanted was overwhelming, but now the thought that they were meant to be together was just too much she knew that she was near another orgasm and this one would be earth shattering. Rachael could feel James’s balls smacking her ass, balls that were full of cum that he was about to shoot deep into her pussy where it belonged where she wanted it.
James was not thrusting as hard as he could into Rachael. Every thrust he made was met by her lifting her hips trying to get him as deep as she could, James looked down at the angel beneath him. Her hair was disheveled and every where her eyes were closed, her breast bounced with every thrust the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. She was moaning and it was getting louder and louder he couldn’t understand how his parents could not be woken up by this. But he didn’t care all he wanted to do was make this angel, this goddess his. James began to feel a tingle in his balls and he knew he was limited to a dozen strokes in before he would cum. “Rachel I am about to cum are you sure you want me to cum in side of you”?
Rachael wrapped her legs around James’s waist to keep him from pulling out she started using her legs to help push him in deeper “yes James yes fill me with your cum. Shoot it deep in my pussy please James cum in me please.”
The tingle James felt grew in intensity and traveled from his balls to the shaft of his cock and he knew he was about to give Rachael exactly what she wanted. He would leave his cum deep in his cousin, because she wanted it that way and if that’s what she wanted she would get it. “Rachael I am cumming, I am cumming in you!” James shoved his cock as hard as he could into Rachael’s pussy the head of his cock went into her cervix and into her womb, his cock exploded filling her womb with thick hot cum. Squirt after squirt shot from his cock into Rachael’s womb. James was pumping four years’ worth of cum into her, so much that she started to leak it was a pink color blood mixed with cum. James leaned down kissing Rachael to keep from yelling and waking his parents. Finally when the last squirts of cum left his body James collapsed exhausted and spent.
Why Did She Hate Me Pt 2
Rachael felt James’s cock grow thicker, then she felt James slam his cock into her then she felt his cock pulse and knew he was cumming inside of her, not her pussy but she knew he was shooting cum in her womb. When the first blast of cum shot into her it was hot, that was it her body started to convulse all she could get out was “Oh god” waves and waves of pleasure hit her. She had the biggest orgasm yet and every time James would shoot a new wad of cum into her womb she would have another orgasm, it continued till James had emptied his balls and had no more cum for her.
Rachael felt James collapse on top of her his face not even an inch from her face, his chest on hers. Rachael didn’t know where the energy came from but with what little energy she had left she wrapped her legs and arms around James. She didn’t want him to move she wanted him to stay like this as long as he could, James on top of her with his cock buried up to the hilt in her pussy.
As James started to recover he started to move and Rachael asked him to stay like this that she didn’t want him to move so he just lay there happily. Letting Rachael take as much from this moment as he was eventually his weight started to feel uncomfortable and she released him James rolled off of Rachael and laid beside her. Rachael rolled over on top of James looking at him and playing with his hair. “Rachael I love you I wish you didn’t live so far away I don’t know what I am going to do when we have to go back to college and I won’t be able to hug you or kiss you or make love to you.”
Rachael smiled it was time for James’s last surprise. “Well then lover you might like what I have to tell you. I talked to my college councilor we finished the paperwork to have me transferred to your college I told her that I would call her and let her know if she should send it or not. I told her that I had to get approval from my parents but James I wanted approval from you before I told her to send the papers off. Now I just need some where to live, I am sure you could think of some place I would be welcome.” With that Rachel smiled waiting for his answer.
James smiled “Rachael you can stay with me in my apartment.”
“James please take me again right now I need to feel you in me!”
Prologue
James and Rachael made love four more times that night every time James cum he did so in Rachael’s pussy, during there last love making session Frank woke up hearing Rachael scream James’s name in orgasm. Frank opened the door to James’s room using a copy of the door key caught James and Rachael just as James filled her womb with cum for the 5th time that night. In a rage Frank grabbed James and pulled him off Rachael. Frank kicked James out of the house Rachael left willingly to be with James. Frank disowned James and Rachael he didn’t tell his wife why but just her he did not want to see either of them again.
That semester Rachael transferred and moved in with James. It few weeks after it was confirmed that James did get Rachael pregnant. Two weeks after it was confirmed Rachael and James got married, James graduated with his engineering degree and got a high paying job. Rachael gave birth to a baby boy, later Rachael graduated college with a doctor’s degree in pediatric medicine. Rachael is now pregnant again with there third child, and James is working on designing a new hydroelectric dam.

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Why Did She Hate Me Pt 2

Ok as promised this is the second part. I just finished correcting what I saw as error’s. If you haven’t read the first part of this story then some parts you will not understand. I am again going to turn off comments so no losers can post their info for comments. If you have any comments make an account and pm me. And finally if I get good reviews and enough ratings I will post a new story set I am working on. So now I say to you enjoy this romance.
“Fuck me!”
Rachael was furious with herself as she looked in to the rearview mirror and saw the red and blue flashing lights. This was the second time she was pulled over for speeding in under an hour. Rachael was in such a rush to get to her parent’s house that she didn’t even realize she had been speeding. With another 45 minuets till she got to her parents home, and here she was on the side of the road as the officer approached her car. The officer asked her what the hurry was when he finally reached her window. Rachael lied telling the officer she had been working all night and was headed home to be with her family. The officer politely asked for her id which Rachael had to fish out of her purse.
The police officer taking Rachael’s drivers license looked at Rachael’s id and looked at her. She definitely looked tired enough to work the late shift. “Well normally I would have to write a ticket up but since it is the holidays and you’re just trying to get home to get some sleep I will let it slip this time. But please be careful on the roads at your speed you wouldn’t have been able to stop and would have had an accident then your Christmas would be ruined.” The officer handed Rachael’s id back to her he turned and walked back to his squad car. He watched Rachael start her car and slowly pull her car back onto the road he shook his head.
Rachael on the other hand was breathing a sigh of relief. That was the second time she had used that lie to get out of a ticket. She had to be more careful and pay attention to the road she couldn’t get James to forgive her if she was careless and had a wreck. Rachael drove she found it was hard to concentrate on being careful she just wanted to get to the house as soon as possible, but she did notice the storm in the distance and forced her self to stay at a safe steady pace.
Rachael arrived at her parent’s house around noon. Rachael opened her car door she turned to see the front door open and see Grace rushing out the door before Rachael could even say hello Grace scooped her up in her arms and gave her a big hug. Rachael had been expecting something like this but it still surprised her. Rachael hugged Grace for all she was worth both women not saying anything. Rachael pulled away from grace and they started talking. Even though Rachael called weekly Grace had a lot to tell her while the two women talked Rachael had pulled her bag from her car and they had started towards the house.
When the screen door opened Rachael could smell the sweat smells coming from the kitchen. She saw Frank in his favorite chair his eyes closed and breathing was steady she guessed he was taking his afternoon nap. Rachael walked towards the stairs saying that she was going to unpack and would be back down to help in the kitchen. Rachael unpacked and placed her clothing in the dresser she stopped when she came to the envelope slowly she reached down and picked it up and stared at it for a few minutes. She had not put who it was for on it but then again she didn’t have to.
Rachael lifted the pillow off of her bed and placed the envelope under it and returned the pillow to its place on her bed. Rachael returned to the bag and kept unpacking. When finished she stopped and looked around her room. Grace and Frank had left it in the same condition it was in when she left for college. Posters hanging on the walls, stuffed animals in the window, and a picture of James sitting on her desk. She slowly approached her desk the picture of James was perfect except for the tear stains that showed. Every day for two years after he had left she held that picture in her hands and cried. Her tears dropping off her red and puffy face onto the picture.
Rachael opened the desk drawer to place the picture in it but she stopped she decided that she was going to get a new picture of James a picture that was perfect and didn’t have any stains. Rachael set the picture back on her desk and turned and walked out of her room. She was passing the door frame she said something in such a low tone of voice it was softer than a whisper “James I hope you get here soon. I love you and want you to know it.”
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James pulled up to the house just as he had in the dream. So far everything had happened today just as it had in his dream. James was called to work just as he knew he would to cover for a co-worker. And now here he is sitting in front of his parent’s house, the cars lined up just like he had seen in his dream. James pulled into the drive he watched he front door just as he had seen his parents came running out. James found himself following the dream doing and saying what he had in the dream and got the same results, his mom fussing at him for calling her and his dad by there first names everything was the same. James followed his mom to the door and in side, again just as he had seen everything was exactly set up and in place as he remembered. Rachael there in his chair, why did he still care about her after how she had hurt him? James knew the answer though his love for his cousin. He had given her what she wished he had given her freedom from him he had stayed away just like she wanted.
James barely paid attention to what was being said he was running on auto pilot. Having been through this so many times in his dream James just let himself say everything that he had in his dream he did everything just like his dream. The only thing so far that he had done different was that he had noticed the letter left by Rachael. It was almost dinner time James was out in the garage with his dad. James found it hard to act surprised when his dad showed him the ring for his mom. James knew what was going to happen later on tonight he had decided that either way he would continue with this.
James will let everything happen just as he dreamed it; he had made this decision while he was driving to his parent’s house.
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So far everything had happened just as she had dreamed it, Rachael had decided to follow the dream and it seemed that everything will happen just like she dreamed it. Rachael’s only worry was what would happen when she reached the part where she wakes up? Her dreams never finished and she was worried about that. She had to force herself from letting her worry show, she felt like she had to continue with how she saw this day in her dream that is what she felt she had to do if she was to get James back in her life. Rachael loved James more than life and it had only been after he left that she came to realize how much she loved him.
Rachael realized how fast the day was moving she had just gone and told James and Frank that it was dinner time. One of the first surprises for James was about to be given the desert that she had made it was his favorite. Rachael knew what his reaction would be even though she was still nervous about it she knew that he would love it. Rachael also knew that she had still a few more hours of waiting till James and she would talk. Rachael was prepared she was ready to talk to James to let him know how bad she wanted him back in her life and how bad she wanted to be with him. Besides the desert she had another surprise for him she just hoped that this worked and that he would take her back.
Rachael on the inside was screaming wanting time to fast forward so she could talk to James so she could see his magnificent body coming out of the shower like she had in her dreams, just the thought of seeing James naked was enough to make her knees feel unsteady. Rachael took a few deep breaths as James finally started to eat her desert, the night was moving so fast at times other times she felt like time was standing still. Soon she could tell him; soon she could have him she knew it would happen tonight.
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It happened just like the dream James had showered and was trying to get to his room before anyone could see his erection and she was there at the door looking at him when he opened it. Just like his dream as he walked past her to go to his room she asked if he did like her desert and of course he did and he told her just as he had in his dream, and just like his dream his towel fell off exposing his nude body to her.
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Rachael was astonished that it had happened just like she knew it would. They talked in the hallway and the towel dropped and his nude body was exposed to her. She had seen his cock it was about 7” long and it was thick, the rest of his body was perfect as far as she was concerned. Rachael counted to 5 and walked to the door James just dashed into and very quietly opened the door. She saw him with the letter she had written and placed on his bed before she told Frank and James it was dinner time. James was still in a state of undress, slowly he turned his head and looked at her, his face had a look of shock with a hint of fear. James moved to the edge of his bed and moved from his laying position to a sitting one he made a gesture offering her a seat Rachael shook her head.
“James can we talk I would really want to talk about what happened the last time we saw each other. I know I was wrong I was hurt and that I had said some things that had hurt you, but four years. I don’t think that I deserve that, and mom and dad practically having
to beg you to tell them what was going on in your life they defiantly don’t deserve that.” She knew she did deserve what had happened she told him to stay out of her life and he had done just that. But she also knew that if she wanted him in her life she had to play this out just as the dream had shown her over and over again.
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And here it was she was talking to him asking him why he hadn’t talked to her in four years and hardly ever talked to his parents and the feelings from his dream started to come to him. How could she ask him that she knew very well why he had stayed away from her. James would tell her how he felt now was the time. “Do you know how I felt when I left four years ago? How I felt when the little cousin I loved like a sister yelled at me calling me a big dumb jock for trying to keep her from being known as the sophomore slut to the football team, or how I felt when I was told that mom and dad were worried that I might screw my scholarship up because of my grades. How about this one when I was being told I shouldn’t take the scholarship that I should let someone take it that I wasn’t worth the time and effort. When we were growing up I didn’t mind you hanging around because I loved you. I always wanted a baby sister and you were that sister to me.”
As Rachael listened she understood how much she had hurt him. But he said something that surprised her and he had said he loved her. How did he love her was it the way she wanted, craved, needed? Her vision started to get watery as she listened to how badly she had hurt him in her fit of anger. She felt she could just barley understand how he felt when he left those long four years ago and how he had felt up until this point.
“And what really hurt Rachael was the look on your face. I knew what it was and it hurt the most. It was a look of total finality that you believed what you told me that you were done with me for the rest of your life. So when you told me to get out of your life and stay out I did. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I knew you were hurt when I threw Rickey out. He never came back did he? Did he even tell you I called his coach and told him that he was trying to force him self on some sophomore? I didn’t say any names the coach removed him from the team. He was tired of how Rickey treated the girls he was with and didn’t like what it was doing to the other players.” At this point Rachael started crying. She was crying for all she was worth. James couldn’t believe that he had made her cry he was just trying to let her know how he felt.
Rachael stood up and started moving for the door, as she reached for the handle she left James hand grab her wrist, she looked up at him and James did something surprised her. James pulled her into a hug, which she eagerly accepted. As James hugged Rachael he stroked her hair and rubbed his hand up and down on her back and whispering that he loved her and that he was sorry that he made her cry that he just wanted her to know how he felt. And then he said it again “Rachael I love you. That’s why I have stayed out of your life. I didn’t want to hurt you again. I have missed you. I just hope you love me as much as I love you. I only wanted the best for you. Please forgive me for hurting you.”
Rachael stood there with her cousin he was hugging her and telling her that he loved her and she wanted to know how he loved her. Rachael struggled to get ahold of herself to slow her crying, she felt so touched that even while trying to express how he felt that he cared about how she felt . All she wanted to do was stay in his arms and be close to him but if she didn’t make her move now she never would be able to. Rachael looked up at her cousin and looked into his eyes and then she made her move she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss.
James was shocked when his cousin looked up at him and looked into his eyes he couldn’t understand what he was seeing in her eyes. And then he felt her hands grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss. It wasn’t a short sisterly kiss, it was a kiss that he had seen but never felt. It was soft and tender and in that one kiss she had opened her heart to him. James was overwhelmed; his mind was trying to comprehend what was happing. When Rachael pulled back from the kiss James looked into her eyes what he saw was fear. She was sacred how he would respond to her kiss.
Rachael looked into James eyes her only thought was he said he loves me show me how you love me. She felt James hand that was rubbing her back stop when she pulled him into the kiss. His hand was at the small of her back. Rachael looked up into James eyes trying to decipher what he was thinking she felt his hand begin to move up she felt James arms pull her closer to him and his hand go to the back of her head as he pulled her into a kiss. This kiss like the one she had given him was gentle and answered her question of how he loved her. She felt his lips begin to part and his tongue tentatively touch the front of her hips. She instantly responded by opening her lips and allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. As their tongues danced with each other she felt his other hand slide slowly down her body until it reached the small of her back hesitant to go any lower.
When James pulled back from the kiss he looked into her eyes the fear was gone replaced buy the same look he saw at dinner. He looked her right in the eyes “Rachael I love you, I love you more than a cousin, I love you more than a sister. I have fallen in love with you.”
This moment was the most important moment in his life. No matter what happened for the rest of his life James knew this moment would be one he remembers until the day he dies. James looked into Rachael’s eyes waiting for her to respond.
Rachael looked into her cousin’s eyes “James I love you I need you in my life, without you my life is empty. James I love you and I am in love with you.” Rachael didn’t wait for James to answer she pulled him into another kiss. Rachael felt dizzy everything was turning out just how she wanted how she needed it to happen.
James responded by kissing her back, no longer was he holding back his feelings he moved his hands from her back slowly down to her waist. Her hands locked behind his head Rachael wanting to keep him in the kiss as long as possible. Rachael waited a long time for this, and now that it was happening she didn’t want it to stop. They kissed for what seemed to be hours before James finally pulled away.
Rachael smiled “James I want you to be with me I want you to make love to me. But James I have to tell you I am a virgin, I knew I loved you more than I should and I didn’t know what you would do if I asked you to make love to me. I was scared of what you would say. I wanted you to be my first, I never dated after you left I was crushed I knew I had hurt you….”
That was as far as Rachael got before James leaned in and kissed her, she moaned into his mouth. James kissed her for what seemed like hours but was really only a few minuets pulled back “Rachael I have to tell you I am a virgin also, Rachael I have wanted nothing more than to tell you how I felt but I was also scared about how you would react. Then when I threw Rickey out and you told me to leave well I tried to forget how I felt about you. At college every woman I met I compared to you, at first I didn’t realize that. It took me a few years to understand why I wasn’t interested in any of the women at college. None of them were you or even like you. What do we do now? How do we proceed?”
Rachael looked into his eyes “Stay here I will be right back”. Rachael untangled herself from James and walked over to the door and out of his room. She went to her bed room and pulled and over to her dresser. She opened her dresser drawer and hidden between two of her shirts set the object of her search. This was another surprise for James, she bought just before she left college to come down to her parents. Rachael pulled out a dark blue teddy. It was silk and was almost see-through, Rachael quickly undressed and put the teddy on starting with the stockings, then put on the panties, and finally the main garment.
Rachael opened her door and looked down the hall, no one was there so she quietly walked down the hall she stopped in front of the door to her parent’s room and listened she heard a muffled snoring. Rachael proceeded to James’s room she quietly opened the door and shut it. James was lying on his bed he was on his side facing the door. When she entered Rachael saw James start to smile and noticed that his cock was hard very hard. “James baby this is my second surprise for you this is an early Christmas present I hope you enjoy unwrapping it.”
James was speechless he had never seen anyone look so beautiful he thought he must be looking at an angle. James found himself moving he stood up and walked over to Rachel and took her hand he led her to his bed and he picked her up. James looked at what Rachael had on and how she looked at this very moment. He wanted to remember this moment and he knew he would. James slowly lowered Rachael to his bed, her eyes looked deeply into his. “Rachael before we go any farther what about protection should I pull out I don’t have any condoms”.
“James for my first time with you I don’t want you to use any condoms and I don’t want you to pull out I want to feel you inside of me, I don’t want you covered I want you to fill me with your cum, and what ever happens will happen. Tonight I want you to enjoy our first time, and I want to enjoy how you feel inside of me. James cum and unwrap your present.”
James didn’t waste any more time, James leaned down and started kissing Rachael he then started to kiss down from her face to her neck being careful to restrain himself from biting her neck he didn’t want to give her a hickey. That would be very hard to explain to his parents. James kissed down from her neck on his way down James pulled down the fabric of Rachael’s teddy so that her right breast was exposed. James looked at Rachael’s breast in awe it looked so perfect the nipple was pink and hard. The areola was a light brown, the breast looked to good to James he leaned down and started to lick and kiss her breast. While James attacked Rachael’s right breast his hands uncovered her left breast. Soon James leaned back and looked at her left breast that was when he noticed it. Rachael’s left breast looked different the areola was a darker brown color and her left nipple was only half the size of her right.
Rachael knew what he was looking at she hoped that it didn’t change his mind about her.
James leaned down and started to lick and kiss Rachael’s left breast. Rachael was moaning loudly James pulled his head back and warned her that she had to keep it down or their parents would wake up. Rachael nodded and James went back to kissing and licking her breast. James slowly moved his hands down Rachael’s body till he got to her panties. He looked up at her and she again nodded, James moved down to her panties and looked at them they were set tight and showed the outline of her pussy. James hooked his fingers in the waist band of her silk panties and started to pull them down, down her panties went to her knees then off of her completely James held the panties looking at them. He put them to his nose and inhaled her sent it was intoxicating.
Rachael looked at James smelling her panties “So do you like this outfit I bought it just for you? I was worried you wouldn’t like the color or like how I looked in it”.
James looked at Rachael dropping her panties “Rachael I love your outfit it dose the impossible it makes you even look more beautiful, I am touched that you bought this just for me.” James leaned down and kissed her on the lips and started kissing down to her breast again kissing each nipple and then taking each into his mouth and sucking on them, he then kissed his way down over pulling her teddy with him when he reached her navel he kissed it and Rachael giggled and told him that she was ticklish there. James continued and kissed down till he reached the object of his desire.
Rachael was self conscious about how she looked to James but now all of that was out of her head she was only feeling pleasure every kiss was electric sending small jolts to her pussy.
James looked at her pussy, he expected her to be clean shaven but she had a small amount of neatly trimmed pubic hair. He loved it he had hoped she wasn’t shaved, James might be a virgin but he was still a man he had looked up many porn sites every site he visited the women were always shaved he thought that it didn’t look right. James removed the teddy from Rachael’s body which just left her stockings the same dark blue color as the rest of her outfit. James moved back to Rachael’s pussy he looked up at Rachael and into her eyes again she nodded he turned his attention to what was in front of his face.
James reached out and touched her outer lips and slowly traced the edges of her pussy with his fingers, in a trance James ran a finger up and down the length of the slit. Rachael started to moan when James leaned in and started to kiss her pussy he started at the clit and worked his way down when he reached the edge of her pussy he licked his way back to her clit. He repeated this process several times before shoved his tongue into her pussy, Rachael began to moan as her juices flowed out of her pussy James savored the taste. The taste was sweet but not to sweet but he instantly knew he was addicted.
Rachael was moaning loudly now she was trying to keep from being to loud but it was just too much James was making her feel so good. She only hoped that she could give him this much pleasure. A tingling sensation started deep within Rachael’s pussy it started to spread all over, Rachael’s toes curled, her back arched, and her muscles started to spasm. A short lived high pitch squeal escaped her throat as she thrashed around on James bed as her first orgasm over took her.
James held on to Rachael’s thighs for dear life keeping his mouth glued to Rachael’s pussy so he could get as much of her sweet nectar as possible. Rachael reached down and grabbed the back James’s head shoving his face hard into her pussy trying to keep his mouth in place. Slowly the pressure faded from the back of James’s head he looked up at Rachael what a sight she was. Her face had a picture of pure bliss her eyes were close and she was breathing heavily, each breath caused her breast to raise and fall her breast looked like perfect orbs which he could suck all night long. James noticed that the smell of his lover’s pussy was thick in his room; James smiled knowing that this would be an every day occurrence.
Rachael opened her eyes and looked at her lover, his face was coated in her juices and he had a lustful look in his eyes and a smile on his face. James’s 7” cock stood straight pointing at her as if saying come and lick me take me in your mouth. Smiling a lust filled smile Rachael walked over to James. She leaned in and licked some of her cum off of his face and smiled. She tasted good and couldn’t wait to see what James tasted like.
“It’s your turn James I hope I do this right this is my first time”. Rachel went to her knees and just looked at his cock it had grown atleast another inch or two, and had gotten a little thicker now. She wondered how she would fit the entire thing into her mouth. Rachael leaned down and kissed the head of James’s cock then worked her way down his shaft to his balls. Rachael opened her mouth and sucked one of his balls into her mouth and then she started to lightly suck on it then she opened her mouth and sucked his other ball into her mouth so that she had both of his testicales in her mouth and started to suck lightly on them. James’s moans filled her ears, she released his balls and started to kiss her way back up his cock. When she reached the head she licked the head of his cock Rachael then opened her mouth and took his cock into her mouth slowly she lowered her head.
Rachael stopped when she started to gag and waited for a few seconds then started lowering her head again. James’s cock was thick it was difficult for Rachael to get his whole cock in her mouth but when she felt her noise touch his pubic hair she knew she had it all. Rachael raised her head till the tip was just inside her lips and then lowered it. Rachael started to bob her head up and down keeping a constant sucking pressure on his cock, using her tongue to lick the bottom of his cock as she went. It wasn’t long before James’s moans turned more urgent, soon she felt his cock start to swell she knew he was close very close to cumming but she had other plans for his cum and her mouth wasn’t in her plans to where she wanted his first load of cum.
‘Rachael I am about to cum.” It was on a downward movement that Rachael heard James’s warning she move her head up and let his cock slide out with a loud popping sound.
“James I want you to cum in my mouth but not the first time, the first time you cum it will be in my pussy. After tonight you can cum in my mouth all you want, but tonight every load of cum you shoot will be as deep in my pussy as we can get it.” Rachael didn’t know why she had to have it this way her first time she was scared to death that she might get pregnant, but for the moment she didn’t care she just wanted to feel James cum in side of her and fill her full. Rachael got up off her knees and lay down on the bed James walked to the foot of the bed and she spread her legs and looked up at him with a look of longing. “James I want you to get on this bed and make love to me and to fill me full of you’re cum.”
James looked at Rachael she was looking at him James leaned down and started kissing from her ankle up making his way to her pussy. James remembered hearing some of his team mates say the best way to take a woman’s virginity was to bring them to orgasm and then to shove your cock in as hard as you can, this way she will be so wrapped up in pleasure that the pain of having her hymen ripped wouldn’t be noticed. This is the way James wanted to take her virginity. “Rachael I am going to do this the best way I know how so that you wont feel much pain.”
Rachael nodded and bit her lower lip she was nervous she knew that loosing her virginity for the first time was supposed to be very painful, but she knew James wouldn’t lie he didn’t want to hurt her. Rachael knew James trying to make it as painless as possible. When she felt him start to kiss her pussy she started to get confused “James what are you doing I want you to” that’s as far as she got as he shoved his tongue back into her pussy. A low moan escaped from her throat as the tingling sensation started to overcome her again. Soon she was writhing on James’s bed in another orgasm shook her violently. It was at this moment she felt James grab ahold of her waist and then she felt something thick and hard push into her untested hole. And then it was inside of her she felt it rip thru her hymen but felt nothing but pleasure, still in the strong grip of her second orgasm.
James couldn’t believe how hard it was to keep a hold on Rachael’s hips, so he could align himself and enter her pussy. Once he got the head of his cock in Rachael’s virgin hole he knew he wasn’t going to last long it was like shoving his cock into a hot wet velvet vice. James didn’t expect the response he got when he ripped thru Rachael’s hymen, instead of any type of pain Rachael just moaned louder and proceeded to lift her hips trying to get him deeper in her body. Pushing his cock as deep as he could James was surprised when he was fully inside of Rachael and the head of his cock rested on her cervix.
Rachael’s moaning was getting louder, she couldn’t believe how James cock made her fill so full, his cock was so thick that it rubbed her entire pussy. Every time James thrust into her the head of his cock would hit her cervix it was just to much, Rachael thought that his cock had been custom made just for her pussy. The thought that she was having sex was James the only man she wanted was overwhelming, but now the thought that they were meant to be together was just too much she knew that she was near another orgasm and this one would be earth shattering. Rachael could feel James’s balls smacking her ass, balls that were full of cum that he was about to shoot deep into her pussy where it belonged where she wanted it.
James was not thrusting as hard as he could into Rachael. Every thrust he made was met by her lifting her hips trying to get him as deep as she could, James looked down at the angel beneath him. Her hair was disheveled and every where her eyes were closed, her breast bounced with every thrust the sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room. She was moaning and it was getting louder and louder he couldn’t understand how his parents could not be woken up by this. But he didn’t care all he wanted to do was make this angel, this goddess his. James began to feel a tingle in his balls and he knew he was limited to a dozen strokes in before he would cum. “Rachel I am about to cum are you sure you want me to cum in side of you”?
Rachael wrapped her legs around James’s waist to keep him from pulling out she started using her legs to help push him in deeper “yes James yes fill me with your cum. Shoot it deep in my pussy please James cum in me please.”
The tingle James felt grew in intensity and traveled from his balls to the shaft of his cock and he knew he was about to give Rachael exactly what she wanted. He would leave his cum deep in his cousin, because she wanted it that way and if that’s what she wanted she would get it. “Rachael I am cumming, I am cumming in you!” James shoved his cock as hard as he could into Rachael’s pussy the head of his cock went into her cervix and into her womb, his cock exploded filling her womb with thick hot cum. Squirt after squirt shot from his cock into Rachael’s womb. James was pumping four years’ worth of cum into her, so much that she started to leak it was a pink color blood mixed with cum. James leaned down kissing Rachael to keep from yelling and waking his parents. Finally when the last squirts of cum left his body James collapsed exhausted and spent.
Why Did She Hate Me Pt 2
Rachael felt James’s cock grow thicker, then she felt James slam his cock into her then she felt his cock pulse and knew he was cumming inside of her, not her pussy but she knew he was shooting cum in her womb. When the first blast of cum shot into her it was hot, that was it her body started to convulse all she could get out was “Oh god” waves and waves of pleasure hit her. She had the biggest orgasm yet and every time James would shoot a new wad of cum into her womb she would have another orgasm, it continued till James had emptied his balls and had no more cum for her.
Rachael felt James collapse on top of her his face not even an inch from her face, his chest on hers. Rachael didn’t know where the energy came from but with what little energy she had left she wrapped her legs and arms around James. She didn’t want him to move she wanted him to stay like this as long as he could, James on top of her with his cock buried up to the hilt in her pussy.
As James started to recover he started to move and Rachael asked him to stay like this that she didn’t want him to move so he just lay there happily. Letting Rachael take as much from this moment as he was eventually his weight started to feel uncomfortable and she released him James rolled off of Rachael and laid beside her. Rachael rolled over on top of James looking at him and playing with his hair. “Rachael I love you I wish you didn’t live so far away I don’t know what I am going to do when we have to go back to college and I won’t be able to hug you or kiss you or make love to you.”
Rachael smiled it was time for James’s last surprise. “Well then lover you might like what I have to tell you. I talked to my college councilor we finished the paperwork to have me transferred to your college I told her that I would call her and let her know if she should send it or not. I told her that I had to get approval from my parents but James I wanted approval from you before I told her to send the papers off. Now I just need some where to live, I am sure you could think of some place I would be welcome.” With that Rachel smiled waiting for his answer.
James smiled “Rachael you can stay with me in my apartment.”
“James please take me again right now I need to feel you in me!”
Prologue
James and Rachael made love four more times that night every time James cum he did so in Rachael’s pussy, during there last love making session Frank woke up hearing Rachael scream James’s name in orgasm. Frank opened the door to James’s room using a copy of the door key caught James and Rachael just as James filled her womb with cum for the 5th time that night. In a rage Frank grabbed James and pulled him off Rachael. Frank kicked James out of the house Rachael left willingly to be with James. Frank disowned James and Rachael he didn’t tell his wife why but just her he did not want to see either of them again.
That semester Rachael transferred and moved in with James. It few weeks after it was confirmed that James did get Rachael pregnant. Two weeks after it was confirmed Rachael and James got married, James graduated with his engineering degree and got a high paying job. Rachael gave birth to a baby boy, later Rachael graduated college with a doctor’s degree in pediatric medicine. Rachael is now pregnant again with there third child, and James is working on designing a new hydroelectric dam.

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Fiction

SHOPLIFTER SURPRISE

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009I like to think of this happening to me … but take it as fiction (all names and places have been changed, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental).
They had set me up! And they had done it so neatly that there was no way out. I stared at the two women in shock and dismay. There was no alternative – I was going to have to do whatever they wanted – anything at all.
I was fifteen and a half years old, although I looked two or three years older – a fact which caused me a lot of bother, with older boys and men constantly making passes or dirty remarks. The reason for this was partly my height – I am five foot nine inches – but most of all my bust. My family all have big boobs, inherited from my grandmother who came from somewhere in northern Italy. From her I also have my straight black hair, which I had grown quite long; at school I kept within the rules by platting it into two pigtails, which came to just below my collar. My tits had developed early, and were probably the largest of any girl in my year at school – perhaps even of the year above as well. I kept them firmly enclosed in a plain white bra, though its uplift did give me a striking profile and cleavage – I hid the latter from view, but couldn’t disguise my breasts’ jutting prominence. It wasn’t that I didn’t like my breasts – I had become used to them now, and was much less self-conscious – but I was fed up with their effect on the male sex and the boorish behaviour that resulted. Not only were the boys at school constantly trying to get their paws on them, but they treated me as if I was just an appendage to my bust. In particular, they acted on the assumption that the bigger a woman’s breasts, the smaller her brains. This was far from the case – I was clever and ambitious, worked hard, and was predicted straight A grades in the important exams next summer. I was aiming to go to Oxford or Cambridge university when I was 18, and then on to a professional career – certainly not to settle for being a boring housewife and mother.
My Tuesday afternoon timetable was sport with no last lesson afterwards, so I was free to leave school an hour earlier than normal. I always used this to spend some time in the town centre, going to the library or window-shopping, sometimes with a friend but usually on my own. One of my favourite places was our medium-sized branch of a national chain of department stores, and I enjoyed looking through the clothes and – in particular – the lingerie department. On this particular Tuesday I had been admiring some flimsy items of underwear in lace-edged black which were very sexy and adult-looking, and then I looked through the party dresses for teenage girls – there was one I had been thinking of buying, and I tried it on in the changing rooms, but the only size they had in stock was a bit too tight. With regret, I gave it back to the assistant, picked up my satchel and sports bag, and headed for the exit. Just as I was about to go out, I felt a grip on my sleeve and heard a polite but firm voice saying: ‘Just a moment please, young lady, I must ask you to come with me’. It was the store security officer, who I had seen quite often before, particularly when I was in the lingerie section. She was an imposing black woman, aged around 30; she was taller than me, and looked like a former athlete – she was trim and fit, with well-muscled arms and legs, but also full-figured and shapely around the waist and hips. I was not alarmed, thinking there was some mistake – whatever it was would be easily cleared up, and it would waste less time if I went with her and sorted it out. So I was quite calm as I accompanied her through to the back of the store and down a quiet corridor to a door marked ‘Duty Manager’, at which she knocked.
I was ushered ahead of her, into a rather bare and utilitarian office. There was a couch against one wall, a couple of basic chairs, some filing cabinets, and a desk behind which sat a poised, capable, but rather severe-looking woman in her mid 30s. She had dyed blond hair cut in overlapping layers, in a quite short ‘businesswoman’ style, trimmed around and behind her ears and cut to the nape of the neck. She was wearing a dark grey jacket which offset a pink blouse; I saw later that she also had a matching grey skirt which was quite short and tight, with a slit vent at the back, and black calf boots. She took off her glasses and laid them next to some paperwork, and regarded me steadily. ‘Is this the one, Melissa?’ she asked the security guard, who nodded and said: ‘Yes, Miss Campbell’. I began to feel a bit less confident, but interrupted at once: ‘There’s been some mistake – I don’t know what all this is about!’ ‘We’ll see then, shall we,’ calmly replied the manageress, and she asked if I had bought anything in the store that day. I said no, explaining that I had tried on the dress but the fit hadn’t been right. ‘OK,’ said Miss Campbell, and she cleared the papers from her desk into a drawer before rising and walking around to the front. The black woman turned a key in the lock of the door, and then placed my satchel and kitbag on the vacant desktop. ‘Open these, please’, instructed the security guard. Foolishly thinking that this would clear everything up, I unzipped my sports bag – and gave a gasp of dismay. Lying on top of my kit were two pairs of the expensive black panties that I had admired in the lingerie department, still with their store price tags and labels. My breath was taken away for a moment, my stomach gave a sickening lurch, and I sat down heavily in one of the chairs. ‘I don’t know – I don’t understand – I didn’t’, I stammered, and then with a wail ‘They’re not mine!’ ‘Indeed they aren’t, young lady’, said the manageress grimly, ‘as you did not pay for them’, and the black woman standing behind my chair gave a gruff laugh. ‘Please, you must believe me’, I said desperately, ‘I don’t know how they got in there – I didn’t put them there!’ ‘Oh, yes?’, said Melissa derisively, ‘who did – the pixies, was it?’ I felt bowled over, and close to bursting into tears: I was a good girl, I’d always been a good girl and obeyed all the rules – how could this be happening to me?
I was in a daze as Miss Campbell explained that it was company policy to prosecute all shoplifters, whatever their age. She then reached up to a shelf in the corner and brought down a small video camera, which I hadn’t noticed was there. The manageress told me that it had filmed me from coming into the office to the discovery of the stolen items; its evidence, together with the in-store camera which showed me looking at and fingering the panties in the lingerie department, would ensure that I was convicted however much I protested my innocence. The black security officer alarmed me even more by saying that I would be sent to a reformatory or perhaps even prison. ‘A pretty young thing like you – they’ll eat you up,’ gloated Melissa. As I looked at her in horror, I could see the lustful way she was looking at me – and with shocking suddenness I realised who had put the panties in my bag, and why the security guard had known to stop me. The bitch had planted them on me herself – she often watched me in the lingerie department, which I had put down to the usual knee-jerk store suspicion of young people, and she knew what I had been looking at. Whilst I was in the changing room trying on the dress, my bags had been left at the attendant’s desk ‘for security’, and that was when the items had been inserted. I turned to the manageress to launch my accusation, but the words died on my lips – for she was regarding me the way a spider would a fly, and with redoubled fear I realised that she was part of the set up as well. I swallowed with a gulp, biting my lip. I was at their mercy – they knew it, and now so did I.
Miss Campbell rested her trim buttocks against the side of her desk, regarded me coolly with one eyebrow raised, and reached for her telephone. She knew from my expression that I had finally understood my situation, and with a half-smile she asked: ‘So, shall I phone for the police?’ ‘NO!’ I squealed desperately; ‘Please – please don’t!’ I knew that even if I didn’t get sent to jail, a criminal conviction would end my chances of getting into a top university or ever having a professional career – and I would do whatever was necessary to avoid that. I had a dawning suspicion of what that might be, but drew a shaky breath and said pleadingly: ‘I’ll do anything – please, don’t – I’ll do anything you want’. ‘Really – anything?’ queried the manageress. I closed my eyes for a moment, and accepted my fate: ‘Yes,’ I mumbled, ‘whatever you want, I promise.’
The manageress looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled in anticipatory satisfaction. I was certainly an attractive prospect for any predatory lesbian, with the combination of my blossoming figure and naive innocence, all prettily packaged in traditional school uniform. I was wearing sensible black shoes and white socks which came nearly up to my knees; above this was my grey pleated uniform skirt, which I wore at the regulation length of one inch above the knee. This was topped with a white buttoned shirt and striped school tie, and my navy blue blazer. Miss Campbell ordered me to stand up and take off the blazer, after which she grasped my tie and used it pull me close to her. Although I suspected what was in their minds, it was still a shock when I felt the manageress put her hands on my breasts and squeeze them firmly through the material of my shirt and bra. At the same time, the black security officer stepped up close behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders down my back, ending by squeezing my ass and then pulling my grey skirt up towards my hips. Miss Campbell loosened my tie a little, but then let go of it and unbuttoned my shirt. I made no resistance or protest as it was tugged out of my waistband and then back off my shoulders; Melissa undid the cuffs and the shirt was removed completely and tossed across to the couch. ‘Oh, my!’ said Miss Campbell as she admired the size of my breasts and their upswell in the bra, ‘Well-spotted, Melissa, this one’s a real peach’. She left my tie on, but tugged it towards one side so that it lay across my right breast rather than between them.
The next move was made by the imposing black woman. She reached under my armpits and grasped a bra-cup in each of her large and powerful hands, and then began to massage and squeeze them. This began to set off funny feelings, first in my breasts, then in my stomach, and then lower down – I felt my nipples responding to the attention by swelling erect, and I became aware of a loose and damp feeling between my legs. Melissa unbuckled my bra, and it joined the shirt on the couch. As I looked down, I could see the contrast of her black hands on the creamy white flesh of my boobs, stroking them and tweaking the nipples, and this vision and the feel of her warm firm grasp was starting to arouse me. I had never really thought of sexual relations with women before, though I had realised that I felt no enthusiasm for being poked with a male penis; I had thought it was just a matter of time and boys would somehow interest me when I was older, but my second and greatest shock of the day was the realisation that they wouldn’t. This was far more exciting and satisfying, and these masterful mature women were compelling in their raw sexuality. I found that I was thrilled by the fact that they desired me, that my body was arousing their lust, and I discovered that I wanted to be taken by them. I felt myself becoming wetter and looser in the vagina, and my shoulders went back to raise my breasts and proffer them to my conquerors. I breathed huskily: ‘Do anything, anything you want’, and Miss Campbell at once picked up on the change of my pose and my tone of voice. She gave me a full appreciative smile and then glanced at my panties, which were now on view as Melissa had pulled up my school skirt and rucked it around my waist. I shifted my feet to spread my legs a bit wider apart, and the manageress dropped her hand to cradle my Venus mound through the thin and damp material of my white school knickers. She felt my softness and wetness, and then pulled the elastic waistband of the knickers outwards with her left hand and slid the right hand down inside. I gave a gasping moan as the palm of her hand slid electrifyingly across my lower stomach and then found my cunt. She slipped her fingers through the hair, which was not long as I trimmed it about once a week, and found my opening. I shuddered in arousal as her thumb slid up and down my slit, prising it open. She caressed me intimately, and then withdrew her hand and looked in pleasure over my shoulder at her partner in crime, who through all of this had continued to grope and fondle my ample breasts. Miss Campbell offered her finger to the black woman, who sniffed it appreciatively and then licked it clean of my juices.
Miss Campbell hooked her fingers into the sides of my knickers, and slid them down over my hips; without needing to be told, I stepped out of them, and spread my legs wider still. I was now naked apart from my school tie, the grey skirt bunched around my waist, and my knee socks and shoes. I felt exposed, wonderfully vulnerable and totally available. The manageress knelt in front of me and pushed her index finger into my vagina. ‘Are you a virgin?’ she enquired. I said truthfully that I had done it a couple of times with boys at parties, and hadn’t enjoyed it – but my hymen had been broken. ‘That’s good’, she said decisively, standing up and taking off her suit jacket. I was instructed to unbutton her blouse, which I did with trembling fingers, half eager and half afraid. When it was discarded I found that she was wearing a sexy bra in navy blue, which was displaying to advantage a pair of breasts that were average-size but pointy and still firm. The next instruction was to kneel and undo her skirt, and I gave a gasp of wonder when I found that beneath it she had a matching blue suspender belt holding up her stockings, with the ensemble completed by skimpy thong panties over the top. Together with her black boots, it was a mouth watering sight, and I hardly needed the encouragement of her hand on the back of my head to bring my face forwards and kiss her crotch. She pulled down and threw aside the thong panties, leaned her bottom against the edge of the desk, and spread her thighs apart. I could see the puffy lips of her labia protruding from her vagina, and it drew me like a magnet. I rested on my knees, gripped behind her thighs with each hand, and for the first time in my life experienced the wonderful taste, texture and smell of another woman’s pussy. It was deeply arousing, redoubling my own wetness, and I gave a sudden squeal as I felt a large finger enter me there from behind and roughly probe me. The black woman had stripped off her uniform jacket, shirt and tie, and had dropped down behind me, reaching between my spread knees to explore my tight young cunt. She began to frig me forcefully with her right hand, and then brought her left around to resume the groping of my tits.
I slapped my tongue up and down the slit of Miss Campbell’s vagina with enthusiasm but little skill, but she was turned on by my innocence – and even more by her success in corrupting and seducing me. ‘Push it in, you silly bitch’, she gasped, and I did my best to follow her instructions, shoving my tongue in where there was less resistance and then slurping it around. After a while, I felt a nub which I correctly deduced must be her clitoris, and focused my efforts on that. ‘Ah, yes! Better,’ she gasped, her legs spreading wider and her hips starting to judder and thrust. Finally she orgasmed, after which she pulled me to my feet and gave me a passionate French kiss.
‘Very nice,’ said Melissa from behind me, ‘now it’s my turn, and I’m gonna fuck you, baby’. My fear returned a bit, and I looked at her wide-eyed in a way that turned her on even more. Before I could say anything, she roughly pushed me forwards so that the edge of the desk caught the top of my thighs and I went face down across it, with my ass sticking out backwards over the edge. Miss Campbell went back to her side of the desk, in front of my face, and gripped my forearms so that I could not have risen if I had wanted to. In fact I didn’t, partly because I was too unsure, but mostly because in this position Miss Campbell’s sweat-soaked pussy was right in front of my face. I stuck out my tongue, and with a grunt of pleasure she shifted nearer so that I could resume my oral caresses.
My uniform skirt had fallen back to its normal position whilst I had been eating out Miss Campbell, but now I felt being it being lifted from behind and pushed up to my waist, exposing my private parts. I looked over my shoulder, and gave a small squeak of alarm. The security guard had removed her skirt and panties, and was resplendent in black boots, black hold up stockings, and a black bra – but what had caused my concern was that she was also wearing a black plastic strap-on cock, which looked enormous. She stepped between my spread legs before I could instinctively close them, bringing the knob of the dildo to rub against my pussy lips. Then she pushed a finger into me, coated it with my juices, and rubbed this as lubricant on the plastic phallus. I managed ‘Please’, intended to be the start of ‘please be gentle’, but the rest was lost in a shriek as she shoved the dildo into me. It went further than I would have believed possible on the first thrust, and further still after she slowly withdrew it and then rammed the battering-ram in again. I felt her hands on my shoulders as her powerful stomach muscles flexed the dildo in and out in a faster rhythm. Then, in a moment of delicious ecstasy, she ran her fingernails slowly down from my shoulder-blades to my buttocks, ending with pinching, squeezing and lifting these. The sensation was amazing, and it both relaxed me and opened me up further – unbelievably, I felt the dildo slide in a further inch. I had never felt so filled and stretched, so totally possessed, and I surrendered completely to the experience. I was whimpering and moaning, and would have been thrashing round all over the desk if Melissa had not been firmly gripping my hips and Miss Campbell holding my forearms. My stomach was sweat-slicked and pressed flat against the unforgiving wood of the desk top, and its sharp edge bruised my thighs as Melissa heaved in and out of my cunt. I had never felt anything like it, and the experience of being taken by these two women who were twice my age, and of being mercilessly fucked by the tall dominant black woman, completed my conversion. If this was lesbianism, I wanted more.
I don’t know how long my roller-coaster ride of a fucking lasted, but I can still recall it vividly. After a few minutes, when I thought I might explode, Melissa paused for a second and took her hands off my waist. She seized my pigtails as if they were the handlebars of a bicycle, jerking my head upwards and arching my backbone, so that my ass jutted out and my cunt was presented at an easier angle for driving the dildo in with straight hard strokes. Miss Campbell let go of my arms as my front was pulled up, and instead grasped my breasts, partly supporting my weight whilst she tweaked and pulled on my nipples. This added to the overpowering sensations, as Melissa drove the dildo all the way up my cervix, spitting me and stretching me wide. With an incoherent moan, I came in a cascading wave of orgasms that were far beyond any of my previous fumblings with boys or inexpert attempts at masturbation. This was the real thing – shuddering, convulsive jerks of my hips and pelvis, pouring wetness from my pussy, and blistering pleasure exploding in my head and down my backbone. As I collapsed inertly, Melissa withdrew the strap-on and Miss Campbell released her hold on my arms. For several minutes I lay spent on the desktop, gasping like a landed fish. Then Melissa drew me upwards and took me in her arms, with my rounded pink breasts rubbing against her even larger dark ones. She gave me a warm smile that transformed her face and kissed me gently, exploring my mouth with her tongue. ‘One more thing, and then you can go,’ she said. Setting me back on my feet, she went to one of the filing cabinets and came back with an enormous vibrator which she handed to me. The black woman then lay across the couch, spread her legs open, and instructed me to make her come by licking her tits and fucking her vagina with the vibrator. I obeyed with alacrity, working the vibrator into her with see-saw circular motions, and sucking on the wonderful melons of her ripe black breasts. I was amazed that she took the whole length of the vibrator, and began to shove it in and out in a steady rhythm. Just as my hand was beginning to tire, she arched her back and let out a rasping noise from her throat. She grabbed my hand and rammed the vibrator in even deeper and held it there for a long moment, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her mouth open. She panted for breath, gave a sudden cry, and then went limp. I looked down at her in wonder: had I just done that, made a grown woman come with complete abandon? I could get to enjoy that. Melissa opened her eyes, licked her lips, and said to me: ‘Well done, honey, you’re a quick learner.’
Whilst the two women got dressed, I used the towel from my sports kit to rub myself down, and then put on my school skirt and shirt. However, I left my underwear in the bag: my tits and cunt were too sensitive to wear anything next to them, and I relished the feel of open air around my pussy – and the sensual knowledge that I was naked under the skirt. Before I closed my bag, Miss Campbell removed the store tags from the sexy black panties and handed them to me. ‘With the management’s compliments’, she said with a smile, ‘I think you’ve earned them.’ I stammered my thanks, and turned to leave – but at the doorway I stopped and looked back at them. Hesitantly I said: ‘I’ll be coming to the store again next Tuesday – I’m such a naughty girl that perhaps you should search me again.’ They smiled slowly, and nodded once.
This happened in 1986. The store isn’t there any more, and now I live in another town. But however many women I have opened my legs for since then, I will never forget my first time – every second of it is fresh in my memory.

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Voyeur Girl Watches Her Neighbors

Voyeur Girl Watches Her Neighbors
* Gene and Janet wanted to write a story about what was happening. The third person, Paula, in this event was still involved with both of them. They ask me to write it for them.
__A teen girl with a voyeur fetish watched the events evolve thru the bushes in their back yard. Her dad was doing a extensive fence repair and had boards missing right at the time the events took place. She moved from place to place to see everything. Her name was Vicky. I got her to tell me what she saw. ‘Vicky’, was like no other girl I had ever met……
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___Up against the bushes at the back of the pool was a changing room for the pool. It was full of bathing suits to change into. The long window in the back provided Vicky the watching access to see inside the room. The people in the pool changing room only saw the leaves of the bushes, and not Vicky’s voyeur eyes.
Gene and Janet got a new neighbor, a hot looking lady. Janet noticed Gene’s eyes glued to her every time she appeared in the yard. Janet decided to become friendly with the new neighbor lady to head off Gene if she needed too.
They became great friends right away. Something was different about Paula. Janet couldn’t pin point it at first. Paula never wore shorts, but full skirts. She was a very sexy built girl and her demeanor was sultry, sexy and Janet found herself drawn in to Paula’s private world.
She seemed to know all about men and how to really turn them on sexually. Janet intently listening to her to use on Gene.
They decided to go for a swim. They entered the changing shack. Paula seemed nervous and turned her back to change into one of the many swim suits they had.
Meanwhile ….Vicky…the teen voyeur was able to see everything. Vicky was at that age when seeing adult women naked gave her a little buzz. To see full size tits and pubic hair on an adult woman was hot to see live. Her eyes were going all over between them to see their private parts. She looked at Paula and blinked. Paula quickly changed but Vicky saw the biggest clit she’d ever seen on her. It was so fast she wasn’t sure what she saw.
She wanted to see it again. Paula got in the pool and Janet was now…. for the first time in her life, getting aroused by Paula.
Paula somehow knew it and came closer to talk. She started giving Janet a neck rub. Janet felt very turned on and a moan slipped out. Paula’s hands knew just where to massage and she kept going. Now she was doing her back and hips.
Janet closed her eyes and let Paula do the underwater massaging. Janet wasn’t shy and she began to massage Paula. Their bodies from the neck down were underwater. They both just let it happen and now tits were being felt. Soon Paula had her hand down into Janet’s swimsuit bottoms. She began to feel Janet’s pubic hair. Paula’s finger found it’s way down Janet’s slit and in her pussy.
Janet was turned on by a woman for the first time and she was loving it. Now she couldn’t wait to feel in Paula’s bottom suit and do some mutual fingering. Paula paused and whispered: (“I have a really big clit and I’m different. I think you like it.”)
Now Janet was really turned on and wanted to feel Paula’s big clit. She eased her hand down in Paula’s suit and felt a huge clit. Wait…it feels like a small cock. Once she got her hand on it, it began to grow faster and bigger. It was now a cock and not a clit. She felt under it and …no pussy on Paula.
She’d seen a few pictures of ’chicks with dicks’ but now she had her hand on one, and….liked it. She immediately thought about sex and how Paula could have sex with a woman. She thought about seeing a porn video of a woman with a cock fucking another woman.
That thought sent waves of heat thru her body and in her pussy. She was surprised as she had never felt this way before.
Now she was stroking Paula’s big cock. Paula was getting so turned on she was panting as they went completely under the water. An underwater 69 was a real turn on. She sucked on Paula’s cock, then came up or air, then down again for more. Paula licked her pussy the same way. It was a thrill for both of them as they felt each other up and down.
Vicky couldn’t see much, except they were staying really close to each other. Their tits were touching and rubbing together. She did see their heads go under water more and more. She wondered it they were eating each others pussy’s, and giggled to herself. Paula was the only one eating a pussy as Janet was giving Paula, her first underwater blow job. Paula fingered Janet as she sucked her clit. They both would come up for air and then right back down for more licking and sucking.
This was making Vicky all aroused and she got wet watching them do something she could only imagine.
They got out of the pool. Vicky was watching and gasp. Paula was trying to cover her big cock…. as Janet quickly handed her a towel.
Vicky was stunned and watch them go in the changing shack. Vicky quietly moved to see them thru the window. They closed the door and instantly laid on the bench 69. Janet began to suck Paula’s cock as Paula licked Janet’s pussy. Vicky heard them both moan as they played. Soon Paula shot cum in Janet‘s mouth. They moaned and squirmed, all for Vicky to see.
Vicky went home quietly, all hot and aroused with a wet pussy. Janet and Paula went in the house. Paula left for her house as it was time for Gene to come home.
Later that evening Paula came over to chat with Janet. Gene eyeballed her real good. Janet giggled to herself and thought: (’if you only knew.’) Paula smiled an adjusted her full skirt which ’hid’ her ’different’ private parts. Paula had another secret surprise for Gene, that even Janet didn’t know about….yet.
Paula got turned on by men and women….but only the women would cause her to get a erection.
The next day Janet went over to Paula’s house. They got in her bed naked and went for a full hot 69. Paula flooded Janet’s mouth with cum. Paula got a face full of pussy juice as Janet gushed for the first time.
After they showered, Paula showed Janet her top secret thing she could do.
Her dick was now small and completely soft. She started pushing it slowly inside her. Now the outside of her ’cock’ was the inside walls of a vagina. She took Janet’s finger and put it in her now…. pussy.
To say Janet was in shock would be a big understatement. She fingered Paula as Paula began to moan. Paula smiled and said: “Do you think Gene will like it?”.
Gene?, Janet thought…then she realized what that meant. Gene and Janet could ’both’ have sex with Paula. She thought to herself…(’..a dream threesome’.) She thought of all the combinations they could have. Janet would have two cocks to suck on, two cocks to have sex with, tits to feel and a pussy to lick.
“Oh my yes, I know…Gene will go for this.” she replied. That night Gene and Janet got in bed. Janet snuggled up to him and started to talk about Paula. Gene listened intently as she explained about Paula. Gene was very interested in all this and then Janet suggest maybe a threesome with her.
Gene smiled big and went for it in a big way. She set it up for the next night. Meanwhile…..little miss Vicky was doing her usual snooping voyeur thing and could slip between the missing boards and now could see in their bedroom window in the side bushes. She saw Paula enter their house thru the back door. She quietly watched.
They all got naked and put Paula between them. First Paula showed Gene her pussy. He got a big boner as this was his first threesome. It was the same with Janet. Janet had Gene feel it and finger it in Paula’s full bush. She watched excitedly. Gene was hot with lust for Paula as his girlfriend Janet watched with full approval. Gene started in feeling both women as he had two women to fuck now. They in turn played with his cock and the sex fest was on.
Gene was so into this he forgot about Paula’s hidden cock. He climbed aboard Paula and they began to fuck. Janet played with both of them as things got real hot. Gene fucked Paula hard and hot as he shot a big load of cum in her. Paula felt it and twitched with a great climax. Now Gene watched Paula’s transformation.
Paula started feeling Janet’s tits first, as she got her female arousal the tip of her cock came out. Janet began to rub it. It grew and got longer and bigger as a fascinated Gene watched. (Vicky was watching outside in the bushes also, fingering herself.) Janet started jacking on it and soon started sucking on it. Janet was very aroused and started moving up to put Paula’s cock in her pussy.
Gene wanted in on this and got on Janet’s back. He started putting his cock in Janet’s pussy from behind. They were all three fucking each other now…
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I stopped writing the story. I wanted to talk to Vicky face to face to get her input….and because she intrigued me. I knew she had watched this and wanted her reaction to it. She was so damn cute and sexy and I wanted to find out why she had this voyeur obsession. I found myself getting turned on by Vicky. We had only talked thru the bushes. I saw glimpses of her and she was very hot looking.
I arranged a night meeting. There was a place where she could sneak thru the bushes and we’d meet in the changing room. I told Janet I was having a private meeting with Vicky out back.
She saw the look I had and grinned. The memories of her own youth came flooding back. Her smiling eyes glazed over with thought.
“ Oh my, you like them young….you won’t be disturbed, …have fun.” and gave my cock a big squeeze.
I sat on the bench and waited. Slowly Vicky snuck in and sat by me. “They are all fucking tonight again, I just saw them in their window.” she whispered. “Watching them makes me so hot, I wish I could……” I saw her slightly rubbing herself between her legs. She got up and straddled my lap. “Does writing about me make you horny?” she asked. I said: “Vicky, you’re the whole story. Your watching makes me want to hear you tell me about your watching in person. “You like me don’t you.” she said. I said I ’more’ than like you Vicky, you make me very turned on.
She put her arms around my neck. “Can we kiss then?” she asked. She was young and had not had any experience with sex. We kissed slow and hot as her tits began to rise up and down on my chest. She was feeling the loss of breath and put my hand on her tits. “You can feel me if you want….have you ever fingered a girl?” I put a hand inside her small shorts in the back to feel her ass. She gasp and said: “I’ve never had a guy finger me before. My girlfriends tell me it’s really hot.”
She reached down and lowered her shorts some. She took my hand and slowly put it inside her shorts and on her pussy. “Just rub my slit please, I won’t tell anyone.” she said.
I proceeded to fulfill her wish. I laid us down and felt her slit and clit. “…right there!” was all she said. I felt her pussy move with my finger movements. She took a big breath and her tongue began to feel for mine.
I had never messed with a girl this young since I was young. She would stop and look down to watch my finger go in and out of her pussy. She loved to watch. She quickly spotted the big bulge in my pants. “Can I feel you too?…can I put my hand in your pants?” she asked. I told her she could feel anything she wanted to.
She unzipped my fly and watch as I helped her get out my cock. She slowly began to touch it. “Oh daddy, you feel so good.”
Daddy?….I wasn’t her daddy but I was a fill in for now I guessed. She told me later she was unplanned and her parents didn’t even like each other now. She was ignored and left to go her own way.
I let her play with my cock and watch it. “Can I kiss it daddy?” I just smiled as she went for it. I had her turn to 69 as she began to enjoy my cock. I was now going to be the first guy to lick her pussy. I lifted her one leg and felt her sweet little ass She twitched as my tongue went in her slit. She moaned as she started licking my cock. Her pussy started moving on my tongue, rubbing her clit on it. I soon felt her lips go over the head of my cock. She began to jack and suck a cock for the first time.
Night after night I met with Vicky. She was the hottest girl I had ever messed with. “Cum daddy, I want to watch it shoot out and in my mouth too.” I didn’t know a girl her age could be this erotic and horny both.
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I finished the story. I let Janet and Paula read it. They came over all horny and snuggled up to me. Janet said: “Have you ever had a 3some?” Paula said: “You’ve left out the part about you and Vicky. You wanna tell us all about it?” I smiled and shook my head ’no’. I have to go now and ’take care’ of someone. They attack me and started feeling me up. “What her name? Does she live behind us? I her name ’Vicky’?” they asked as they giggled.
I managed to escape their cock grabbing and went out the back door.
I met again with Vicky. She was her usual hot self. She lay on top of me and said: “Will you be my daddy?” I smiled and said I’d be her pretend daddy forever. “You see, I already have a daughter.” She smiled and said: “Oh…..what’s her name?” I said: “Janet.”
* Vicky and I still meet in the changing house. Janet and Paula come in sometimes and join in with us….
…and I’m way behind on all the stories I want to write. Vicky tries to help me write, but I can’t write with her naked and sitting on my…gulp…
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Coming of Age

Coming of age for Lisa means being thrown out on the street. It was either slavery or the shelter. Soon, Lisa finds out there are no choices in life.

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Coming Mother Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Shellie lay on the small deck of the houseboat, the hot sun
burning into her already golden flesh.
She rested on the foam mattress, on her stomach, her bikini
top untied and her tits smashed beneath her. The bottoms of her
bikini were so skimpy that the luscious sweetness of her swelling
ass was half exposed. The sun heated her body, and she writhed
sensually, opening her legs to allow the rays to touch her inner
thighs.
Shellie was slender, like a fashion model. But still, even
though she was slim, she had curves and hollows that excited the
beholder. She had rich, dark-brown hair reaching to her
shoulders. She was tall, an inch or so above the average woman.
Her face was exquisite, her flesh the creamy smoothness that made
other women envious.
Shellie’s tits were rounded and firm, the valley between them
narrow. They were full tits, yet tilted at the tips, her nipples
arching toward the sky when she stood. Her tits had always been
firm, tight, and round. Her waist was quite small, easily spanned
by the hands of a big man. Her stomach was flat, with only a hint
of roundness below her dimpled belly button. Her hips were curvy,
flowing into exceptionally long thighs and curvy legs. Perfectly
shaped, her legs were outstanding in her bikini or shorts. Her
ass, although small, was tight and rounded, the cheeks flawless,
the crack deep and tantalizing to the watcher.
Below her belly button was a thick mass of curly, soft hair
that excited anyone lucky enough to view it. The lips of her
cunt, puffy and tight, were almost hidden by the hair, especially
with her legs closed. The only problem with Shellie’s cunt, if
such could be called a problem, was her unusually long clit. It
was a good inch in length, and she knew there weren’t many women
with such a clit.
Although the size of her clit had never caused her a problem,
it had caused her ex-husband to complain that it was like a very
tiny cock, and he refused to suck or lick it for that reason. But
Shellie’s clit was the most sensitive part of her pussy. Not that
her cunt itself wasn’t sensitive; it was. She could easily come
with a cock inside her cunt, the friction of a hard cock sliding
in and out of her wet cunt lips crating a wonderful spasm of
orgasm in her. But if her clit was sucked or licked, Shellie
would often go out of her mind with ecstasy, and come many times
before the spasms would fade away.
Shellie enjoyed her clit.
When she was aroused, her clit swelled and bulged out almost
an inch long. She loved to hold it between her finger and thumb,
and work it up and down. She had allowed her husband to watch
this once, and he had made fun of her, saying it was the same as a
boy jacking off. Needless to say, his attitude cut into their
relationship, and soon they were sleeping in different beds, and
no longer fucking. Since her divorce, Shellie had been stroking
her clit and making herself come as her sole means of
gratification.
And hating it.
She writhed beneath the hot sun, almost asleep. The
background noises were soothing. The soft lapping of the waves
against the hull of the houseboat was peaceful, and the soft
clatter of her son inside the boat was a comfortable, familiar
sound. The river was wide, and clean, not muddy and dirty like so
many rivers. The banks were lined with shrubbery and trees, and
she had steered into this very small cove and docked for the rest
of the afternoon.
The divorce settlement had come at the end of the school
year, and now she and her son, Jay, had three wonderful months to
enjoy the river before he would return to school. Maybe they
would find a nice place to live on the houseboat where he could
attend school, too.
The houseboat wasn’t large, but quite luxurious. It
contained only one bedroom, but there was fold-out bunk over the
queen-sized bottom bed.
“Mom, where’s the damned tea?” Jay called.
“Honey,” Shellie called back in a lazy voice. “You know I
don’t like you to use such language. And the tea is on the top
shelf above the refrigerator.”
“You want a glass, Mom?” he called, paying not the slightest
attention to her very mild complaint.
“That would be nice,” she replied.
She thought of Jay, realizing he was growing up. When her
husband had drawn away from her, she had turned her affection
toward her son, and Jay accepted her hugs and caresses willingly.
As they drifted down the river that morning, they had passed
a smaller houseboat, with three girls, all in very skimpy bikinis.
Jay had stared at them with glowing eyes. Shellie had glanced at
the front of his swimming trunks. She smiled to see his cock
straining in hardness.
She heard her son come out of the cabin, and looked up at him
without raising her head. She took the tall glass of iced tea
and, as she lifted her arm, the curve of one tit showed all the
way to her nipple. She heard her son gasp, but she said nothing.
While Jay sat in a deck chair, Shellie put the glass next to her
head. She looked at her son with slitted eyes.
He was looking at her, too. She didn¹t mind him looking at
her; she was used to being looked at, and her son was a man.
Well, a boy, really, but he was showing a very intense interest in
girls, lately.
The sound of a motor came near, and she lifted her head to
see a cruiser slowly going past. It was filled with young girls,
all of them wearing practically nothing. One of the girls waved,
and Jay waved back. Shellie saw her son watching them.
The girl who had waved stood up and turned her back toward
them, sliding her bikini bottoms down and flashing her pretty ass.
The girls hooted and hollered, thrusting their middle fingers in
the air with the obscene gesture of fuck you.
“They¹re not very nice, are they?” Shellie said, sipping her
iced tea.
Jay had seen the girl flash her cute ass, but now he was
looking at his mother again, his eyes widening slightly as he saw
one of her tits. He saw the light-brown nipple, and made a noisy,
gulping sound.
Shellie glanced down at herself, then laughed softly. It was
okay if her son saw her tit, she felt. Even though she was his
mother, her tits were no different from those of any other woman,
although firmer and much prettier. She wiggled her hips into a
more comfortable position. Her long clit had begun to throb and
swell, and it pushed at the pad beneath her.
Jay watched his mother¹s ass wiggling, and again he made a
swallowing sound. He had caught a glimpse of his mother¹s crotch.
Shellie knew what he was seeing, but she didn¹t close her
thighs. With her unusually long clit swelling into hardness, she
found herself becoming excited, her cunt turning wet. With very
gentle, almost subtle, movements, she squirmed her crotch at the
mat, knowing her son was watching.
Jay was, indeed, watching. He saw the cheeks of his mother¹s
swelling ass clench in tightness, saw the way she pressed her
crotch at the mat. His cock began to throb, and he made no effort
to conceal it. Shellie, with her eyes slitted again, peeked at
him, watching his cock press at his wide-legged swim trunks. She
found herself growing warmer with desire, and her hips seemed to
move of their own accord.
Suddenly Jay turned away and entered the cabin.
Shellie was disappointed in him. She knew she had been
teasing her son sexually, making his cock hard, doing things to
draw his eye. She considered her actions, and discovered she
wasn¹t in the least ashamed of it. Her son was interested in
girls, and she was girl, although his mother. She closed her eyes
and found herself wondering about Jay¹s cock, his balls, his young
ass. That he was a virgin, she knew. He was far too young to
have become close enough to a girl to fuck her, she was sure. She
began to see her son in her mind, without his trunks on, his cock
and balls exposed to her. She started writhing her ass, pressing
her swollen clit at the mat, her cunt bubbling with sweet, wet
heat.
From inside the cabin, Jay was watching his mother through a
window screen, his cock in his hand. He squeezed and pumped his
prick, eyes staring at the exciting movements of her ass and
thighs. He knew what his mother was doing, and it sent shivers of
pleasure through him. When he first began to jack off a few weeks
before, squirting his young cum juice with force, he had started
looking at girls with intense desire, wishing he had one to shove
his cock into.
Shellie, not knowing her son was watching her, smashed her
throbbing clit into the mat, giving a soft cry of delight as she
came. When her ass became still, Jay pounded on his cock in a
frenzy, not knowing that his mother, now that her excitement was
cooling, could hear his gasping breathing. Shellie knew then that
her son had been watching her, and that he was inside the cabin,
jerking off wildly.
She wiggled her ass for his pleasure, opening her thighs so
he could see the bulge of her cunt inside the tight band of her
bikini bottoms. At the same time she lifted up, looking out over
the river. One of her tits showed now, and she listened to her
son¹s quick intake of excited breathing.
She shivered in pleasure as she listened to Jay¹s soft grunt
as he came, and then lowered herself back onto the mat, crushing
her tit beneath her, but leaving her long legs open.
Later, almost asleep, she heard the door of the cabin open,
and peeked.
Jay came out and walked to the side of the deck. She watched
him lift the side of his swim trunks and pull his cock out.
Arching his hips forward, he sent a long stream of piss into the
river. Shellie knew her son thought she was asleep, and the
knowledge that he would pull his cock out with her there and take
a piss sent a shudder of pleasure through her. Although she could
not see much of his cock, seeing him piss created a heat inside
her cunt that almost caused her to come again.
Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since
she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she
moved about the small kitchen. She couldn¹t resist, and, humming
softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving
suggestively.
Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to
climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and
pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was
accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be
with her son badly now.
When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled
her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She
switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed
beneath her son¹s bunk.
Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she
listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.
Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt
throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown
to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet.
If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in
the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers,
listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her
inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started
working on it with short jerks.
“Oh, fuck it!” Shellie suddenly gasped.
The rustling above her stopped.
“What did you say, Mom?”
For a moment, Shellie couldn¹t believe she had said that.
Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.
“I said, fuck it!”
“Mom!”
“Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” she hissed, smashing her clit
hard. “I know what you¹re doing up there, Jay. I can hear what
you¹re doing, you did it near the window, and you¹re doing it
again!”
Silence greeted her words.
“Jay, you¹re jacking off!” she said. “I know you¹re playing
with your cock, and I know you played with it earlier, looking at
me.”
“Mom, what are you talking about?” Jay asked, his voice
quivering with part fear, part excitement. “I¹m not doing
anything like that!”
“Bullshit!” Shellie snorted, jumping to her knees and then to
her feet.
She looked over the edge of her son¹s bunk, but Jay had
pulled the sheets to his neck when he heard his mother. At the
side of his bunk was a small window, and the full moon seemed to
cast a silvery light right across his crotch. His cock stood up,
tenting the sheet.
With a quick dart of her hand, Shellie pulled the sheet from
her son¹s body and saw his cock sticking through the fly of his
shorts. She gasped as she stared at it.
Jay grabbed for the sheet with a surprised gasp, but his
mother tore it from his hands.
“Look at you,” she said, her voice husky. “Lying up here
above me, jacking that cock off! And me … and me …”
Her hand shot out and closed about her son¹s cock. Jay
gasped as his mother squeezed his cock hard. He lay stiff and
unmoving, not certain what he was supposed to do. What his mother
said was true, but he didn¹t know how she knew. He wasn¹t afraid;
he was just startled by the sudden grab his mother had made on his
cock.
Shellie felt the heat of her son¹s cock searing her fist,
felt the throbbing of it. She held his cock as tight as she
could, making moaning sounds, staring at his bulging cockhead in
the shaft of moonlight.
“Oh, God!” she whimpered with excitement.
Her fist moved, slowly upward. Then downward, still slowly.
Up … down.
“Mom, do you know what you¹re doing?” Jay gasped.
“Yes, damn you,” she groaned. “I know perfectly well what
I¹m doing. I¹m jacking your goddamn cock, that¹s what I¹m doing!”
Jay gritted his teeth. His mother¹s fist wasn¹t moving very
fast on his cock, but it was going up and down. The sensations
were overwhelming him, and he struggled to remain as still as he
could, not knowing if he should move or not.
Shellie pumped her son¹s cock as she stood on her bed, her
pointing tits smashing at the edge of the overhead bunk. Her eyes
were big and round, glassy with increasing desire. The head of
her son¹s cock bulged out hotly, her fingers squeezing his prick
very hard. Then she moved her hand downward, and cupped his balls
through his shorts. She pressed at them, squeezing them, and Jay
groaned softly with delight. With a low cry she released his
balls and grasped his cock again.
“Ohhhh, Jay!” she whimpered, racing her fist up and down this
time, holding his cock tightly.
“Mom!”
“Come here,” she said, pulling at his cock. “Jay, climb down
to my bed.”
As her son swung his legs over the bunk, Shellie kept a tight
grip on his cock as if afraid it would disappear. With her
holding his cock, Jay couldn¹t drop down to her bed. Shellie
brushed her cheek over this thighs as she stared at the hard-on.
Then, before her son knew what she was going to do, Shellie darted
her face to his prick and kissed the head. It was a quick kiss,
right on his piss hole, but it was long enough for Shellie to feel
his moistness, long enough to make her lips tingle, and her clit
to lurch.
“Now, climb down, baby,” she said in a very low, throaty,
voice, turning his cock loose.

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave

I am going to be blunt here I am dyslexic, my spelling is going to be ropey and my grammar just plain bad but as I only learnt to read at 14 I don’t really care. If you don’t want to read it don’t but if you do don’t tell me at the end to learn to spell. This was more about me writing something for myself than anyone else. Oh and if you read it and I have used the wrong word over and over let me know, I once handed in a project with practical instead of particle every time and it is always nice to know when I go wrong. Regards Rave
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The estate was all I knew, I was born there 12 years ago and I have never spent a night sleeping anywhere else. All I knew was these streets, my schools where all on the estate, most people here didn’t work, most people here never left. My mother had left when I was one, she hadn’t taken me with her, I couldn’t blame her all people here wanted to do was get out few ever did. My dad had stayed, had raised me the best he could and worked 12 hours a day in a dead end job for minimum wage just to keep me in cloths. He did his best but I wasn’t a good kid, no one on the estate was a good kid but I was worse, I don’t remember I time when I wasn’t in trouble.
The Dead Heads where my gang, I had been running with them for more than a year but it was only 3 weeks ago when I rolled the dice, took the beating and became a real member. I was still hurt from it but I didn’t care, it is the price we pay to join up. We ran down the street towards the park.
It was called a park but it was really a muddy bit of ground in the middle of the estate with a tree and a set of swings. The park was favourite battle ground in the current gang fighting on the estate. The Dead Heads where one of the 6 gangs on the estate, we where the smallest but we where hard. We arrived on the east corner are opposition the west, they where called The Hell Boys, they had jumped one of our lads last week and we were here going to settle that debt today. We had 47 lads here they had 58, we had both got about two dozen girls there to watch. The rules where simple, you beat down or drove off all of the other gang to win, I didn’t know what the prize was but it would have been arrange by the bosses beforehand.
The oldest strongest members took the middle of the gang around our boss, big bad Bob or B3 to us. I was closer to the flank on the left, I picked the lad I was going to aim for, and I ran my hand along the scare on my left bicep for luck. It was the first scare I ever got, I was 7 and had court it on the top of a chain link fences, it had bleed so much but since then it had been lucky. I had add many other to it over the year as a daredevil and a thug but it was my first. Most of us still wore our school uniform, as we didn’t have any other cloths, so to tell each gang apart we used face paint. Red spirals covered the right side of my face, the same as the others, these where our marks and I was proud to bear them. The Hell Boys had two black strips going from the corner of each eye to their chin. Their boss was giving some kind of speech, it had been going on for some time, so we waited.
As he finished Bob stepped forward, he wasn’t stupid but he was simple, he said only three words “TIME FOR WARR!!!”
“WARRRRR!!!” came the cry from all our throats and we charged.
The Hell Boys came to meet us. I felt the rush I had been waiting for as my adrenalin spiked the world seemed to slow as it hit my brain and my body moved with a will of its own. My vision began to blur and take on a red tinge, all fear and doubt left me and all I could fell we my rage and battle joy.
I shifted left to get the best angle on my target, he had seen me coming and corrected his own run to meet me. He had maybe a year and a half growth no me but I didn’t care, tonight I was unstoppable and he would fall to me. His first swing was sloppy on high and I took full advantage, I let it glance off my shoulder and moved in close. My right found his exposed rids again and again until I felt something crack and shift under the blow. I stepped back to as he sagged in pain, my upper arms would be a mass of bruise from his return blows but I had won. I move in for the kill driving him to his knees with an elbow to his skull and a second put him on his back. That cost me as I didn’t see the fist coming.
It was fast and hit hard, the pain bloomed in the centre of my face, my vision swam and it took all my will to keep my legs under me. I would not fall! I duck the next fist more by luck than skill. Then the blood from my nose touched my lips. I love the taste of blood it is the taste of violence and it has power, you can drink more than a pint of it before you are sick and your blood is different to the taste of other peoples I have never found out why but it is. The blood brought the world back into focus and I let my pain fill my rage and it felt like I could fly. He had a foot on me, was maybe 16 and looked strong but he was out her on the flanks not in the middle, so there had to be something wrong with him.
I jumped back away from his next swing to give me room more to breath. As he came after me it was plain to see why he was out here fighting me, he held all his weight on his left leg having to almost drag his right along. I danced to his right forcing him to try and spin on his weak leg, I picked my shots, I was too young to really hurt him like this but I could make him mad. In frustration he moved to fast exposing his left leg with all his weight on it, I didn’t need a second chances. I jumped and slammed both of my feet into the inside of his knee cap. If it didn’t work I would be on the floor with an anger lad above me, it had to work. The knee is quite good at taking downward force but not sideways, his knee with all his weight on its top and all my weight on its side broke, it folded up underneath him in the wrong direction. The is nothing quite like the sound breaking of a human hinge joint, it is somewhere in the middle of ripping paper, broken celery and snapping twigs, but I didn’t hear any of those sounds all I heard was the animal like howl of agony coming from his mouth. It seemed to go on forever drawing looks for half the people there but slowly it became little more than a whimper.
I forced my legs back under me and pushed myself to my feet and let out my own roar of hate, rage and pain and their right flank fled from us. Some of us set of after them, other where already down, I was one of four that turned and headed towards the centre.
The brawl there was breaking up, Hell Boys where moving back most just trying to keep away from Big Bad Bob he was 6’6 and built like a house no one could stand in his way. Then I saw the knife, this was back in the day when Chavs where still Scallis around our way before everyone carried one, it wasn’t that they where to hardcore it was that a knife was weak, only people that couldn’t hag needed a knife. No one was at bob’s back, his cousin fast Eddy was supposed to be there but he was a coward and had feel behind as soon as he thought no one would see.
I am told that I howled like a wolf, that I ran across the park knocking 4 lads out the way and I jumped smashing both my knees into the knife carrier’s chest before he could close with bob as he went down he cut my right forehand and I beat him into unconsciousness and I had been laughing. All I remember was a rush of red, a crash of bodies and a dull pain in my right arm. The world came back to me as a rush of noise, it was the first time I ever lost complete control and it felt good I was going to have to work on it.
“Good lad Rave” I looked up at Bob and then down at the mess I had made of the lad underneath me. He was still breathing but he looked like he didn’t want to be. The Hell Boys have scattered there was just us. Who the hell was Rave? It took me a second to come to me, I was Rave, well my name was Greg but I had gone by Rave for as long as I could remember. I don’t know who gave it to me but that was my name. I looked back up a Bob.
“Aye its alreet Boss” I smiled back. We had won.
My body was a mess I was covered in bruises, both my knuckles where cut, I had a six inch gash to my right forearm and even with the bitter taste in the back of my month I was still shaking from the adrenalin.
I could hear the sirens of the ambulances at the park in the background as I push my way into the old YMCA. Unless some die the police wouldn’t care about the fight, it was just estate kids after all.
The YMCA had left the estate more than 10 years ago and their building had become the Dead Heads base, it still had water and power but I don’t know how. The ground floor had a small front hall, a massive common room the now had couches around the edge and mattresses laid in the middle of the floor, a big dining room that still had two long tables in it and a kitchen that was really more of a bar now. Most of the lads that could still walk had made it back here and now lay around the common room. Girls moved between them patching up the wounded and flirting with the others. I move towards them as I needed someone to deal with my arm. People started to notice me, those that hadn’t seen me in the fight where now being told by others in the room, a few came forward to congratulate me but most kept back. To draw attention to me was to comment the fast Eddy has not kept his place and he may have been a coward but he was a vicious pick and held power as Bob’s kin.
I was stopped before I could get my arm see too. The lad went by Cain and was known as Bob’s left hand.
“You have been asked for when you came in” said Cain “upstairs now.”
I didn’t argue just followed. Upstairs was special if you weren’t part of the inner circle you didn’t go up without an invited. The where six dormitories each used to fit four bunk beds but things where moved in and out of them now you heard rumours about what went on in them at the new moon parties and just how bad things could get if you came up here for punishment. The was a small office and a large shower room at the end of the hall, this had become the bosses “throne” room and was where I was heading.
The room was all white tiles, the where still shower heads, sinks and toilets around the walls but chairs, tables, floor cushions and even a bed where also around. I had expected the room to be full of the gangs best and there girls but the where only four people in there. Bob stood with a group of elite thugs Lacy, Bob’s right hand, was an animal who spent half his time fighting people that made fun of his name, Taz a soft spoken lad who was known for going mad in fights and Mark who we all knew was next in line if Bob quite, died or got nicked. Cain closed the door and stood with his back against it, I was trapped in a room with my gangs 5 heavy hitter, and I hoped like hell I wasn’t going to catch a beating.
“You did well today and more importantly saw you do well” said Mark.
I thought of bragging, of acting hard but that wouldn’t be right, not here, not now.
“I didn’t try to do it and I don’t remember it. All I have got is bits and well…um…”
“Redness” Cain finished behind me.
“How do you know what I saw?”
“We all know because it happens to us. It is rear for someone to lose themselves to the red mist but it happens. When we see it we look after it as it can drown a boy” explained Taz “we will teach you how to enjoy it, use it and most importantly control it. That is if you want us to?” I gave a vague nod.
Bob smiled at that “Good now let’s get someone to fix that arm.”
With that Cain left to get the other the was fast Eddy and two of his cronies and the Daves three lads called Dave that worked as muscle for the gang and where treated like one person, the rest where girls all were pretty, most were blond and some were naked. They fawned over the lad that had been hurt, some looked in my direction and whispered about who I was. The two girls that had sat nearest Bob stood and walked over to me. One of them was Bob current girl, it was always a short live position and held no real power, and she would go back to being another lad’s sooner or later. The other was a different matter she was the most powerful girl in the gang.
She went by Bex and she was Bob’s little sister and Eddy fantasy, he would have raped her by now if Bob wouldn’t have killed him because Bob loved his sister. She was two at 16 two year younger than Bob and the same age as Eddy She wasn’t the prettiest girl there by a long way but she was close to the sexiest, her chest was small but well formed and she had a real six-pack for a stomach that led almost perfectly into her hips. She kept her hair short and spiked, it was currently pink but that could change from day to day. The fact that she could take me in a fight was also more of a turn on than I would admit publicly.
“Come on you we are going to patch you up” order Bex
They took me to one of the dorms the room had what looked like a hospital bed in on corner with restraint stapes on it, the other wall had enough medical stuff to put a body back together or given the restraints on the bed take one apart, in the centre of the room was a metal chair bolted to the floor the was a set of handcuff attached to each side of the chair. Bex told me to take off my shirt so I wouldn’t get blood on it when she relined my nose. She looked at my body with something that I had never really seen before I now know it was lust. I have a slim frame but with my life it hadn’t stayed that way for long, I may have still been little more than a boy but my body was hard muscle and she liked it. She used both her thumbs to snap my nose back into place and the blood flowed down my chest while the other girl patched my knuckles. She pushed me down onto the chair the other girl gave her a needle and thread. I felt the prick and the tug as she sowed up my arm.
“I saw you safe me brother” she said like she was talking to a small child
“People keep telling me that”
“I think you where very brave”
“People keep telling me that too”
“And I think you should get a reward” She moved up and kissed my hard. I knew the cuff was in place before she clipped it shut. She to look at me, I held eye contact as I move my other wrist down to the second cuff and let her fasten it.
“Very few of my play things get into my chair so willingly Rave, do you know what I will do to you?” she asked
“I have heard rumours, I think this is the only way to find out what is true, and it could even be fun” I said.
She had a bowl full of dirty water that she used to wipe the blood and paint off my face
“Now let have a look at you” she grabbed me beneath chin and pulled me head this was and that “you not that ugly are you?”
I kept my mouth shut trying to keep eye contact when I could, trying to show no fear. She grabbed for my pants but was going too quickly, it took her three attempts to pull them down leaving them in a pile at my feet. My steadily stiffing cock jumped free. I had hit puberty you had too before you could roll the dice to join up and was much bigger than most other lads of my age but I still knew it would get bigger and I was still on the small side. If Bex had a problem with size she didn’t say, she bit her lower lip and let out a hum at the sight of it.
“You can leave now Kate” she said to the other girl
“I can’t Bob told me to stay and watch”
“My brother said what” Bex turned on the girl who panicked and started babbling so she slapped her “Why in hell does my brother want you to watch me fuck him” so she was going to fuck me.
“He said the lad was dangerous and you shouldn’t be left to play with him alone” Kate said. Bex turned on my and grabbed me by the throat.
“Your hurt, naked, chain to a chair and I am choking the life out of you. Tell me are you dangerous boy” she snarled
“Very” I smiled back, she let go, holding her hand as if I had bit her “but if I hurt you it would end the fun wouldn’t it! Now what is this I hear about you fucking me?”
“See I am safe” Bex laughed but she made no move to send Kate away again.
She started with a deep passionate kiss, she sucked slightly drawing my tong into her mouth her own moved like lighting, I tried to do the same with my own but lack the skill and experiences to do it very well but Bex’s own more than made up for it. As she broke off the kissed she bit my lower lip hard, for a second I thought she had broke the skin. She started to lick my neck sending shivers down my back, it wasn’t something that I had seen as erotic before but I couldn’t stop myself moaning. Then she started biting me, small nips on my ears neck and along my collar bone. Then she moved on to my nipples using her teeth and tong to force more moans out of me.
She stopped and stood up, I pulled against the cuffs as I tried to follow frustrated at the loss of her mouth. She laughed and slipped her top over her head. Her breast where small but well formed and stood out in neat contrast to the muscles of her upper body and abdomen. I have always found something very sexy about a girl in just her pants and I think this is where it started. Her nipples where tiny in compression to her breast and I wanted to suck them.
She lit a cigarette as she moved back towards me. This time she kissed me she blow smoke into my lunges, it made me gag which she liked so did it again. After about the four kiss I had got used to it so she went back to my nipples, I was having fun but she was just trying to make them more sensitive. She took another drag on the cigarette and drove the red hot end into my flesh just about my right nipple. It was agony but I would not cry out not in front of her. I looked up at her and smiled bearing my teeth. She did it again but this time I was expecting it the pain only adds to my arousal, this time a moaned with the pain. She moaned in response turned on by my masochism.
She slapped me and stood, slipping her pants and knickers down. Her pubic hair had been dyed the same shade of pink as her head. She began to masturbate franticly looking at my now painful erect cock.
“I hope you last cos I need to get off now” She said.
She straggled me using her hand to line up my cock and then sat down. She engulfed my cock in her hot dripping cunt in one go and began to ride me. It took all my will not to cum straight away, I had to focus on anything but for the beautiful girl fucking me and the pleasure I was getting. I watch the half smoked cigarette snipping across the room, Kate looking scarred by the door, the single bead of sweat running down between Bex’s breast and between her muscles of her six pack and towards her… NO! That was not helping. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I let my eyes closes and thought none sexual thoughts.
I could feel her getting close, her breath coming in shape gasps. She was close but I was closer, I would not cum first. I yanked my head free losing some hair in the process. My mouth was level with her breast so I attacked them, licking and kissing, and then I found one of those small nipples and began to suck making her scream with pleasure. I was still losing it so I decided to take a page out of her play book and nipped her sensitive nipple with my teeth.
That pushed her over the edge and she took me with her. Her body tensed up and she howl with delight, her cunt contracted around my cock that pushed me over. It was the most intense orgasm of me young life as I sent spurt after spurt deep inside her. A smile of joy was on her lips as she came down, she put both arms around my neck and panted as I went soft inside her. She stood and I slipped out of her letting both mine and her cum run down the inside of her leg. She undid the left cuff and I made my move as she moved to the next. My right hand came free in a blare of moment, I had been picking the cuff with the needle used to stitch my arm I rapped my hand around her throat and tangle my legs with her as I stood, and she went over backwards with me on top of her. Kate took an intake of breath to cry for help. She stopped when I kissed Bex, deeper and harder with my body free.
“I told you I was dangerous” I said as we parted and I got off her
She lay there not panting as I got dressed above her. I slipped back down to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
“Still it was fun, maybe we could smoke another cigarette sometime soon” Her eye lit up at that, I don’t think she got many boys wanting to play twice I walked to the door and turned.
“I will see you soon Mistress” her body gave an involuntary shudder of pleasure when I said that word.
I Nodded to Cain on my way down stairs, things where looking up.

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Friday night alone for Rachel part 2

Previously: Rachel had been enjoying a night at home with her favorite vibrator when she receives a surprise gentleman caller. . .
Rachel (narrator): 22 yo white, plump/ curvy virgin. Cute face with blue eyes and long brown hair.
For a moment, I could do nothing but stare at him with wide eyes. Was there really a strange man standing in my living room? Maybe I was still uber-high from the pot that I smoked earlier and I was hallucinating. He was about ten feet away from me on the couch and was standing in between me and both the front door and the stairs. I took in his appearance: He was white and tall (about six feet) with dark brown hair. He was dressed in jeans and a dark tshirt and was standing with one hand behind his back while he was staring me down with his dark eyes. He was a large, overweight man. He had a receding hairline and hairy arms. You could tell that he had a strong bone structure under his round cheeks that held a couple days’ worth of stubble. Had I seen him somewhere like the mall or a grocery store, I’m sure I would have not taken any notice of him. Standing in my living room, however, was another story.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few seconds, the hand not behind his back moved. He put his finger up to his mouth and made a soft “Shh” noise. That shocked me out of my stupor. I leapt off of the couch and ran to the other side of the room. I frantically searched the room, looking for something that I could use for a weapon. He was still standing between me and my two means of escape. Seeing that, he started slowly approaching me. I, unwittingly, backed up until I was in the corner of my living room. When the skin of my back hit the wall, I remembered that the only clothing I had on was my lady-cum-soaked blue cotton panties. Not bothering to cover myself (because, really, what was the point now?), my eyes began darting all over the room. Why don’t I own a vase?! That’s what they always happen to have as a handy make-shift weapon in the movies!
Fear began to set in as I realized that I was most likely fucked, in more ways than one. This guy wasn’t here to borrow some milk. He was only a few feet away and was still making the soft “Shh” sound. I whimpered. From this distance, I could see that his mouth was curving into a smile. However, I wasn’t just going to give in without trying to save myself. I faked like I was trying to slip by him on his left and then dodged for the right. I managed to run past him a few steps before I felt him grab my arm and bring both of us to the floor.
I remembered my voice then and screamed as loud as I could. “NOO! NO! SOMEBODY HELP!” He slapped my face hard enough to daze me. I was distracted and he was able to grab my other arm. He now held both of my arms by the wrists behind my back as I was laying on my stomach. I began struggling my nearly naked body now and resumed my shouting, begging for anyone to help me. What once seemed like a good idea (to live in an end unit apartment that doesn’t have any neighbors so no one would smell me smoking), now felt like it would be my undoing. Holding both of my wrists behind my back with one hand, he used his other to spank my right ass check hard five times and said roughly, “Be quiet.” He then moved on top of me so that he could hold me down with his body. When I felt his hard cock digging into the small of my back, I screamed harder. Oh, so you want to make me do what you say by hurting me? Well, you’re going to have to hit me a lot harder than that! I know what you want, and I would rather DIE than give it to you!
I drew in a deep breath, prepared to give the loudest shout I could, but I was too late. I found out what he had been hiding behind his back: duct tape. I saw him rip off a strip out of the corner of my eye, and, before I could release my scream, the tape was over my mouth. Seeing me as being sufficiently gagged, he moved off of me while maintaining his hold on my arms. I continued trying to shout and struggle, but I was extremely muffled behind the gag and with his grip on my wrists, there wasn’t a lot I could do. I could feel him moving behind me, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Then I felt him tape my wrists together. Feeling my wrists bound switched me from being desperate to get away to being in full-out survival mode. I could feel the carpet burning the skin of my breasts and stomach as I moved. There was no doubt in my mind that he was going to try to rape me. Then what? Would he just slip back out whatever way he came in? He had already shown that he didn’t have a probably slapping me around. Would he just kill me when he was through with me?
I fought with everything I had, then, kicking out my feet, shaking my shoulders and hips, trying to roll away from him. Anything that would get me out of the situation. He simply grabbed my wrists and lifted them up behind my back. I tried to arch my back and follow the movement, but I eventually had to stop moving or risk him dislocating my shoulders. He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to caress my back, as if he was trying to soothe me. I could feel how rough and calloused his hands were, how fat his fingers were.
“Shh, Baby Girl. You don’t want to hurt yourself, now, “ he said. “You want to be a good girl for Daddy, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, he lifted my wrists slightly as he hand strayed from my back down to pinch me on the ass cheek that he had spanked earlier. He pinched hard enough that I cried out into the tape.
“Don’t you?” he asked again, with a hard edge to his voice.
“Answer your Daddy!” He had squeezed even harder on my ass, and I nodded my head frantically.
I felt completely defeated. The thought of this disgusting stranger touching any part of me made me want to vomit. I would rather him just kill me than rape me and take my virginity. But, in just a few moments, he had me bound and gagged. He must be hiding some huge fucking muscles under that fat, because trying to defend myself against him was like trying to fight off the Hulk. Was it worth it to keep fighting? It was obvious that he was going to have me no matter what. I was no match for him, and I didn’t particularly want to push him to the point that he beats the shit out of me BEFORE he rapes me and possibly kills me. My eyes began to tear up as I realized how overpowered I was. The only real choice I had was to let him do what he wanted and pray that he left afterwards.
I quietly cried behind my gag as he, accepting my answer and sensing my new co-operative attitude, lowered my arms and continued to stroke my back.
“That’s Daddy’s Good Girl. That’s Daddy’s Good Baby Girl,” he cooed at me.What was with all of the “Daddy” and “Baby Girl” talk? It freaked me out. Oh my god, what the fuck is this guy into? It didn’t matter now. I was resigned and he knew it. I felt disgusted with him and disgusted with myself for giving in. His hands left me and he stood up. I took a few deep breaths through my nose, trying to calm down and stop my crying.
Suddenly, he lifted me up and hoisted my mostly nude body over his shoulder, continuing his creepy “Daddy’s Girl” encouragement. He left the living room and started up the stairs. When he headed directly for the bedroom, I whimpered but didn’t struggle, having learned my lesson. He moved with surety, and that scared me. Had he been watching me? For how long? He entered the bedroom and gently lay me down on the bed. He just stood there looking down at me for a few moments, and I squirmed under his gaze.
“Look at how beautiful Baby Girl is. Soo pretty. Let me feel how soft my baby is,” he said as he cupped my cheek and then let his hand trail down my neck, pause to gently cup my breast and rub his thumb in circles a few times around my nipple, continue down my torso, stopping at to rub my stomach like a cat. I hate when anyone touches me there, being really self-conscious about my belly. Having him touch me there with his rough hands made me feel sick. I tried to shift away from his hands. Wrong move.
He slapped my thigh hard, making me yelp. He glared down darkly. “That was very bad, Baby Girl. I know you know better than that. Daddy told you to let him feel his baby’s skin. You need to be reminded of how to be a good little girl for your Daddy.”
He grabbed me by the hips and roughly flipped me over onto my stomach on the bed. He got a fistful of the fabric of my panties and ripped them off cleanly. I cried out behind the gag, my tears returning. I started begging him to just leave, to not hurt me, but it was all muffled. When he sat on the bed and started pulling me close, I panicked and began struggling again, anything to stay away from him. He pulled me so that I was laying bottom up in his lap.
“You know you need to obey your Daddy. Daddy doesn’t like to hurt his Baby Girl, but she needs to be punished for not following the rules.” As he was saying this, he was firmly rubbing my bare ass, gradually adding more and more pressure. Then, without warning, he spanked my ass once. Nothing had ever stung so badly. He paused long enough for me to register the feeling, and then he continued slowly for several more sharp smacks in the same place. His hits then began to increase in pace and strength until he pulled his arm far back and whacked me hard on the ass. I gave a muffled screech. He then started wailing on my ass. I tried to cry out for him to stop and to wiggle away. He just grabbed my wrists again and raised them high, effectively reminding me of who was in control. I could do nothing but sob and try to stay as still as possible to appease him. Once he sensed my submission, he switched up his hit placement so that his blows landed all over my ass, the tops of my thighs and my lower back.
I took it and tried to not focus on the pain. No one had ever even seen my naked body before, and the first time someone is seeing me is when it’s a crazy intruder who was spanking me like I was a little girl. My skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he was hitting me, and I knew that it would bruise. My shoulders and arms were aching, and I was afraid the muscles would start to cramp. With each hit, my naked body would move against his lap chaffing my already rug-burn stomach and breasts. I tried to just let my mind wander, to not be in the moment. I made myself stop crying, if only because it was hard to sob when you can’t breathe through your mouth. His hand was a blur, and I could barely distinguish the individual blows. It was just a haze of burning pain. I could hear him huffing with his exertion. Finally, his spanking slowed and he lowered my arms again. I whimpered as the blood rushed back to my arms, making them tingle painfully.
He was now gently rubbing his fingers over my bruised and burning skin. I’m sure it was supposed to be a soothing gesture, but it still hurt and I would give him anything for him to just stop touching me. I hated this, hated what was happening and what was going to happen to me. This was not how I imagined losing my virginity at all. Every place he touched felt tainted, like he was leaving some imprint in my skin that I would never be able to scrub off or shake loose. My body was burning all over from the spanking and my agitated rug burn, I was having trouble breathing because of the duct tape and because I had been sobbing, and I just wanted it to end. I wanted him to hurry up and do it so he could then kill me or leave. As long as he wasn’t touching me anymore.
He then turned me over so I was sitting up in his lap. He began rocking me like I was a child, and I could feel his hard cock through his jeans poking my thighs. My ass was burning and I almost started crying again, but instead only released a groan.
“There, there, Baby Girl,” he said while rocking me and pressing kisses to my temple. “Now that hurt me more than it hurt you. I hate hurting my little girl, but Baby Girl needs to learn to obey her daddy. Are you going to obey me?” I nodded. “Good girl. I knew you were going to be my good little girl when I first saw you. Now your daddy feels awful about hurting you. Do you want to make him feel better?” he asked, pausing his kisses to look me in the eye. I hesitated but nodded, knowing it was what he wanted and that I was beyond having any options at this point. I had to survive, and I would do whatever it took to make sure he didn’t kill me. I was going to do whatever he said and pray that he left when he was done. “That’s my little girl,” he said smiling.
He then moved me from his lap onto my back on the bed. He pulled me so that my head was hanging off of the side. I may be a virgin, but I watch porn. I knew what was about to happen. I had never given a blowjob before, but in this position I had a feeling he was wanting to do all of the work anyway. If he’s going to make me give him a blowjob, then he has to take this duct tape off. Should I try to call for help one last time? No, I couldn’t. If no one heard me before, they weren’t going to hear me this time. I wouldn’t risk it. After he had me like he wanted me, it was all I could do to stay still. My ass was still on fire, and I was lying on my arms awkwardly. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to move and have him see that as me disobeying him again.
He took a couple steps back from the bed, and began toeing off his shoes. I was scared to death, but I couldn’t look away as my rapist began to disrobe. His shoes and socks went first, followed by his jeans. With my head hanging off of the bed and him only a couple feet away, was basically face to face with his crotch. He wore grey boxer briefs, and I could see a damp patch near the head of his hard cock. His shirt went next, revealing his large, hairy body. He disgusted me. He was fat and gross and I was at his mercy. His hands fell to the waistband of his briefs and slowly peeled them off, his erection bobbing out. I gulped. There was no way that was going in me.
The bastard’s dick stood proud, its weeping head pointed to the ceiling. It was about 9 ½ “ long, but the length didn’t scare me. My favorite vibrator was about 9 inches, so that wasn’t too intimidating. However, it was apparent that his rotundness also applied to his manhood. It was 3 inches wide, wider than my wrist. How was my virgin pussy supposed to take that, let alone my mouth?!
“Aww, don’t be scared, Baby Girl. I know you’re going to make Daddy feel so good.” He stepped forward, and I jerked instinctually, not expecting the movement. “Shh, Baby Girl. Now stay quiet and brace yourself,” he said right before ripping the duct tape from my mouth. It hurt like a motherfucker, but I didn’t make a peep. With the tape gone, I took in a mouthful air. He stroked my cheek.
“You want to make your daddy feel good, don’t you, Little Girl?”
I nodded.
His hand moved from my cheek to get a hold on my hair. “Answer Daddy out loud, Baby Girl.”
I paused long enough for him to tug on my hair before responding, “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Daddy?”, I said, the word feeling strange on my tongue.
“Yes, Daddy, what?”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to make you feel good.”
“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile. I felt sick. I didn’t want to be pulled into his freaky games. I’m in my twenties, but I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I still call my father “Daddy”, and saying it now in this setting made my skin crawl. He stepped forward and said, “Open.” I obediently opened my mouth. He first ran the head of his cock along my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum, then pushed in a couple inches. He only just had the head in my mouth, but it already felt stuffed. His cock was so fat, I really feared what would happen if he tried to push into my throat. His cock tasted salty and the musky, sweaty smell from his body was already making me gag. The hand that had been gripping my hair moved to cup the back of my head, holding me in place.
“Taste Daddy’s cock. Taste how much Daddy loves you,” he said, thrusting forward once ever so slightly in reinforcement. I started moving my tongue along the head of his cock, cleaning off the pre-cum. It tasted so salty it made my eyes water. I focused on what I was doing and breathing through my nose, trying to ignore his overwhelming odor. Everything about this man repulsed me. I just kept moving my tongue along the head, not really knowing what I was doing. He didn’t seem to mind. He started thrusting shallowly, groaning.
“That’s my Baby Girl. That’s my good, good Baby Girl.” I wanted to cry again. He thrust the first few inches in and out of my mouth. His balls were swinging just inches of my face, and I had an eyeful of his hairy ass. I kept moving my tongue, but my jaw started to ache with the effort and from keeping my mouth open wide enough to accommodate his girth. He started picking up the pace. The whole time, he kept up his words of encouragement. “You’re making Daddy feel so good, Baby Girl. You really love your daddy.” He moved so that he was now hunched over holding my head with both hands as he fucked my mouth. He started hitting the back of my throat, and I freaked. I was scared to death he would try to choke me with his cock. However, he didn’t go further than that, my body gagging a little each time he hit my throat.
He pulled out slightly so that again only the head was in my mouth and started jerking off the rest outside of my mouth. “Take it all, Baby Girl,” he said with a near-shout before cumming with a loud roar. He came in two long spurts in my mouth. It tasted disgusting. It was so salty and sour on my tongue that I thought the taste would make me vomit. He held his cock in my mouth until I swallowed it all down and moaned each time my mouth squeezed his cock. It felt like his cum hit my stomach like lead, like I could feel it sitting in my body.
He straightened up and slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “My baby girl has the sweetest little baby girl mouth. Did you like that, Baby Girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I replied softly, embarrassed hearing myself say the words but knowing I had to.
He started walking around the bed, and I knew what was coming next. I felt my eyes start to water, but I held in the tears. Crying wouldn’t help now. He moved to the opposite side of the room, and gently pulled on my ankles until my head was on the bed. With a stranger’s dick in my mouth, I had understandably forgotten about my burning ass and aching arms. When he repositioned me, me arms were now bent very uncomfortably beneath my back and my flaming skin screamed at me. I worked my jaw up and down several times to work out the kinks from my face fucking. I stared at the ceiling, awaiting my fate, has he got onto the bed and crawled over me.

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