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My Two Wives (Part 2) Jill

MY TWO WIVES PART II
Chapter 1
After my divorce from Carol I took a break from women for a while and concentrated on my job. I kept the job that Carol had earned for me and returned home to the company’s depot in Scotland. I met Jill on a blind date arranged by one of the data clerks working in my office and I fancied her straight away. By this time I was 27 and Jill was just 21. She was a real stunner, small – petite even – very shy and just over 5 feet tall with long dark brown hair and a fabulous figure, just right for her height. She was a schoolteacher at a local elementary school and I had always wanted to fuck a schoolteacher ever since I caught a glimpse of Miss Semple’s blue lace panties when I was 14 years old. Maybe this was my chance.
We met regularly after that first meeting, going to theatres, parties, meeting friends and socialising generally. The nearest I go to a fuck though was the occasional feel of her breasts – through her clothes – in the darkness of a theatre or in her house doorway when I took her home. She still lived with her parents and they were very old fashioned when it came to boyfriends, even though Jill was 21. She had always to be home by midnight and we were never left alone together – her parents always managed to ensure that one of them was in the room with us at all times! My chance came when a friend of mine, David, and his wife Karen, asked if I would baby-sit for them on Saturday while they attended his brother’s birthday party. Of course I agreed so long as they didn’t mind if Jill kept me company. No problem at all, in fact David gave me a wry smile, I think he guessed what I had in mind.
On Saturday we told Jill’s parents that we were going to the theatre with friends, if they had known where we were really going, and that we would be on our own, one of them might have insisted on coming with us. Yes, they really were that bad! We arrived at David and Karen’s house at 7:30 armed with a couple of harmless movies on video, which I hoped we wouldn’t have time to watch. I had other plans. After explaining where the food and alcohol were kept David and Karen departed for the party – they expected to be back at around 1:00 am. The first part of my plan was for us to have a drink, not too much – I didn’t want to fuck a drunk, but just enough to remove most, if not all, of Jill’s inhibitions. We had 3 small scotch and Canada Dry over the next hour or so, our favourite tipple – or at least that is what Jill thought we had. In fact I had 1 small one and 2 straight Canada Dry while Jill had 2 small ones and 1 larger one. Time to fuck the schoolteacher!
I had Jill’s clothes off in no time and had her laid across the couch. What a body she had, I had forgotten Miss Semple’s blue lace panties, now I was about to fuck my very own schoolteacher. A good fingering first to get her nicely warmed up and lubricated and I was between her raised knees with my cock nudging her beautifully thatched cunt. I pushed in gently at first but within minutes I was pumping away up to the balls. She was moaning and groaning like somebody crazy and as we both came she let out a yell that I thought would wake the baby we were supposed to be sitting. We fucked twice more before David and Karen returned, once with Jill on top and once doggy style with her bent over the arm of the couch. Jill told me after we left David and Karen’s house that she didn’t drink the scotch I offered her, she took a couple of sips of each and poured the rest away into a pot containing a house plant beside the couch. She had had the same plan for that babysitting session as I’d had. Sneaky bitch! We married 2 months later and moved to a small house on the edge of town.
Chapter 2
Married life was great. We were close friends, we had many things in common, and the sex with my favourite schoolteacher was fantastic. The social life in Scotland was great too. We spent a lot of our spare time at parties, either at friend’s homes or in our own modest house. One of these was an afternoon barbecue at a friend’s house about 40 miles away on the far side of town. On these occasions, when I knew we would have plenty to drink, I paid one of the office drivers – Melvyn a lad of 19, who didn’t drink, to drive us there and back. Now this party was something special, it was to celebrate the birthday of the host’s wife and the wedding anniversary of another couple attending. The drink did flow and we all had a bit too much – but Jill outdid us all. By the time we left she was pretty drunk and quite unable to walk properly. Melvin and I helped her to the car and settled her on the back seat with her feet up; I sat in the front with Melvin. After we had gone about 10 miles I heard a sound I had been dreading, Jill was vomiting all over the floor of Melvin’s car! I couldn’t apologise enough, I promised Melvin an extra £50 and offered to help him clear up the next day. But he was relaxed about the whole thing and refused any extra cash or the offered help. He explained that his mother had done the same thing on a couple of occasions and he was beginning to get used to it. Still I intended to make it up to him in some other way, and was beginning to plan a way of doing it.
By the time we arrived home Jill had passed out and couldn’t walk – she would have to be carried up the stairs to our bedroom. Now I could have managed this myself, Jill is lightweight, but I asked Melvin to help me. I took her under the shoulders first so that Melvin had to take her legs, one under each arm. I also manoeuvred the situation so that Melvin took the stairs first with Jill’s legs higher than her head. Of course what I expected to happen did happen. Her silk skirt rode up her legs giving Melvin a perfect view of her thighs and stockings – and her panties. This was part payment, and her punishment, for making such a mess of Melvin’s car. As we placed her on the bed Melvin made to leave but I told him to stand just inside the door of our en-suite bathroom and to keep quiet. I then started to strip her. First the blouse, opening the buttons and removing it nice and slowly. Next the skirt, which wasn’t easy as Jill was now a dead weight, but it came off eventually. There she lay in just white bra and panties and her tan stockings. I left her like that for a moment while I went to the kitchen to fetch a drink of water. I didn’t want a drink but thought I would let Melvin have an uninterrupted view of Jill in her underwear for a few minutes. Now for the bra, this was also difficult, as I had to keep turning her over to unhook the back and to get it off her. The panties were easy, I just eased her backside off the bed and slid them from under her. Naked now, apart from the stockings, I decided to give Melvin a better view. I slid Jill round on the bed so that her legs were facing the bathroom, lifted both legs so that her knees were up, and slipped the stockings off her thighs, down her legs and off. She was lying on her back now with her knees up and open and her hairy little cunt on display – pointing straight into Melvin’s hiding place. I considered fucking her there and then, with Melvin looking on – and even inviting him to take part, but decided against it. I didn’t want to risk the possibility her waking part way through and ruining the chance of other plans I had for her. I desperately wanted to see somebody else fucking my lovely wife but this was not the right time or place and Melvin probably wasn’t the right man for the job anyway. Instead I left the room again for a few minutes to allow Melvin a private viewing as an extra reward. When I returned I gave Melvin the £50 anyway, wished him goodnight and let him out of the front door. After putting Jill to bed, and before getting in beside her, I went to the bathroom. There I spotted a few splashes of a very familiar, slimy substance on the bathroom floor. Melvin had obviously enjoyed his private view and it was now my turn to do a little cleaning up. The ideal man I wanted to fuck Jill was a man experienced at seduction. One who would literally be able to charm the pants off her.
Chapter 3
I did know one man who might be a suitable candidate. Michael, an Irishman full of Irish charm, was the full-time professional at the local golf club. He was single, about 40, a rugged open-air type, and a man who clearly enjoyed the company of women. Just about all the women visiting the club, single and married seemed to be friends of his. I decided I needed to get more acquainted with Michael. I started by spending a little more time at the club, and having the odd drink with Michael. Often, while in his company, one (or more) of the women members would come over chatting and joking with Michael. After they left, he would confide that she was the wife or daughter of a local lawyer or banker and was a ‘great screw!’ After a couple of weeks I got the impression that most of the women attending of the golf club were his conquests. I needed to introduce him to Jill. He had met her once, on one of her rare visits to the club and, although he hadn’t spent much time in our company, he had danced with her a couple of times.
When I suggested to Jill that we should attend the club more often she wasn’t keen. She had no friends there and didn’t particularly like the type of women who frequented the place. I mentioned my new friend Michael. Oh, yes she remembered him as most charming and a very good dancer. If we were could spend some time in his company then she would give the club a chance. We visited the following evening, had dinner and a few drinks with Michael before he and Jill spent the remainder of the evening chatting on a subject of mutual interest – golf. The game bores me stiff, knocking little balls into holes with a bent stick never appealed to me, but Jill likes to watch on TV and expressed an interest in learning to play. As we left Michael gave Jill a peck on the cheek and they arranged to meet the following afternoon – so long as I didn’t mind – to try a couple of short holes at the club. Of course I didn’t mind – it was the opening to the relationship I had been hoping for.
She had her training session with Michael and thoroughly enjoyed it. So long as I didn’t mind they would like to do the same again the following week; she was starting to get the hang of the game. Of course I didn’t mind. The following week they had another practice session and then a light meal at the club before Michael drove her home. As she entered the house she was very angry, livid in fact. As he dropped her off, Michael had tried to kiss her and she had slapped him. God, I thought, he’s ruined everything! She was just saying that she didn’t want to see Michael, or go to the club, again when the telephone rang. It was Michael wanting to speak to Jill. She was reluctant, but eventually agreed to speak to him. She started by being angry with him but gradually calmed down, and ended up laughing with him. Apparently he was very sorry if he had upset her, the kiss had been meant as a friendly gesture, nothing else. He was forgiven and their golf practice continued. I was relieved. I met with Michael several times over the next couple of weeks in the club bar for a few drinks. As part of my plan I invited Michael back to our house for the following Monday night to watch a Rugby game on TV, have a few beers, and perhaps watch a movie on video. Jill was going to be out until late, attending a birthday party for one of her school colleagues.
When Monday came I hired an erotic, but not pornographic movie, retrieved a few ‘special’ videos of Jill from their hiding place and bought in a few beers. Michael arrived dead on time at 7:00 pm, just as Jill was leaving for her party. Michael complimented her on her outfit, a white knee length dress with stockings and high heel shoes, gave her a peck on the cheek and hoped she would enjoy the party. We watched and criticised the game, which was pretty dire, had a few of the beers and started to watch the movie. That was also pretty bad so we switched it off and had a few more beers. The conversation then got round to Jill. Michael was telling me how her game had improved over the past few weeks and how much he appreciated having her company on the golf course. I told him that Jill also enjoyed the golf practice and was gaining in confidence so much that she was even considering entering next year’s ladies tournament. The conversation then turned to the party she was attending that night and how beautiful she had looked as she left. He was envious, and wished he had married someone like Jill. I made no comment but slipped one of the less intimate ‘special’ videos in the machine and switched on. As it started, Jill was pirouetting around in our bedroom wearing, by coincidence, the same white dress and stockings that Michael had seen her wearing as she left for the party. After a couple of passes round the room she reached behind her, unzipped the dress and let it slip to the floor. She was now seen in white bra, white garter belt, tan stockings and white bikini panties. A couple more passes round the room and she unclipped the bra at the front and slipped it off. After a few seconds of showing off her beautifully shaped and firm breasts, that session came to a close. Michael’s eyes were glued to the TV! A few seconds of blank tape then gave way to a brief shot of Jill totally naked laying face down on the bed. After another brief pause we were back to Jill in the bedroom dancing round in garter belt, stockings and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to remove the stockings and garter belt. Again that session ended. Michael asked for a drink of water – I think this was beginning to get to him! As I returned the video gave a very brief flash of Jill, again totally naked laying on her back with her legs in the air, wide open. After that brief flash and another brief pause the video went back to Jill in the bedroom wearing just the white bikini panties. As the camera panned in on her she turned her back, bent at the waist and slid the panties to her ankles. There was a brief glimpse of her slit and wisps of pubic hair through the top of her legs as the session again came to an end. I allowed this tape to run on. It showed Jill in various stages of dress and undress moving around the bedroom. I then ran the next two tapes that recorded Jill naked and performing various contortions, showing off just about all there was to see, in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. By this time Michael was drooling and had a definite bulge in the crotch of his slacks. Over another beer, we both needed it, Michael said that I was an ugly English bastard, not good enough to have a lovely lady like Jill to fuck. In reply I asked if he thought he was good enough? Once he got over the shock of my question he told me of course he was good enough, he had never had any complaints! Why, was I offering? Of course it all came out about my fantasy. I would give him all practical encouragement if he did want to fuck Jill, but there would be two conditions. One, Jill must never know that I had suggested it, and two, I must be able to witness at least the first occasion he made love to her. It was up him to persuade Jill to allow it to happen. He would have to seduce her.
Chapter 4
It started the following day. After their golf practice Michael did as usual and drove Jill home. I noticed that just as she was about to get out of the car, Michael reached over and gave Jill a quick kiss on the lips. She didn’t appear to encourage him, but didn’t slap him either. That evening over dinner Jill asked if I would mind if she had more afternoon golf practices with Michael so she could improve her game for the tournament? Of course I wouldn’t mind, so long as it didn’t inconvenience Michael too much. (It seemed Michael had already started work on his seduction). They had two more practice games that week and after the second one I happened to be looking out of the bedroom window when I saw Michael again reach over and kiss Jill. It was quite a prolonged kiss this time and she certainly wasn’t discouraging his advances. Over the weekend Jill took a telephone call from Michael. Instead of having to dash home for dinner after their practice game would she like to have dinner with him at the club on those days? Of course Jill asked what I thought. Certainly, it sounded a very sensible idea to me, why not. So she agreed. She would bring some clothes over to the club so she could change from her golf clothes into something more suitable for dinner. Over the next week Jill stayed and had dinner with Michael after each practice game. On each occasion as he dropped her off outside our house I made sure I would be able to watch them arrive. The first two times there was just the prolonged kiss as she left the car. The third time was different. Again the kiss, but this time the kiss could only be described as passionate. I also saw that Michael had his hand on Jill’s thigh over her dress and was gently massaging it up and down. She was not stopping him either – in fact she was certainly taking a very active part in Michael’s farewell kiss. Michael’s seduction was going well, but perhaps a little too quickly. If I was going to witness their first sex session I needed to make some plans – fast!
I met Michael at the club on the following Saturday and he invited me to his office. It was the first time I had been in there – it was very smart (paid for out of club subscriptions I suppose). There was a modern looking wooden desk in the far corner, a large coffee table in the centre of the room, a leather Chesterfield against one wall and a series of wooden half-slatted doors (probably a closet) against the opposite wall. The rest of the room was taken up by a couple of office type chairs, two leather armchairs, a small safe and a drinks cabinet. Michael poured us a couple of scotches and directed me to one of the armchairs. I just didn’t know how to start this conversation and spluttered a little. Michael was more forward and came right out with it – ‘Do you still want him to fuck your wife, and do you still want to watch?’ I spluttered, ‘Yes’. So the arrangements were made. He planned for the ‘big occasion’ to happen the following week after one of their practice games and dinner. Obviously he couldn’t forecast which day it would be, that would depend on Jill and his powers of seduction. It would be Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday – he was certain of that, and he was planning for the event to take place in this office. He suggested that I come to the club on each of those nights at about 9:00 pm, enter by the rear goods entrance (where the beer was delivered) and make my way to his office – it would not be locked. I should then wait inside the closet, behind the slatted doors and should be able to see the whole office from in there. If they didn’t appear within half an hour I was to drive home and in by the time he drove Jill home at 10:00. He asked me to try the closet now. It was perfect. The closet was more than big enough to be comfortable and the door was only slatted in the top half, meaning I could see the whole room without anyone being able to see me.
I left home on Tuesday full of excitement and was in his office – and the closet by 9:00 on the dot. Disappointment though, nobody appeared. Just over half an hour later I was on my way home. In fact I arrived just in time to move into a darkened spare bedroom, which overlooks the drive leading to our house to see Michael dropping Jill off. This time a very long and very passionate kiss was accompanied by Michael gently moving Jill’s dress above her knee and over her thigh so he could massage her stocking clad leg. At no time did Jill discourage him. This was starting to turn me on and that night Jill and I had one of our, now quite rare, lovemaking sessions. I enjoyed it but I think Jill’s mind was elsewhere.
Chapter 5
On Wednesday I had again been in the closet for almost half an hour, and was just about to leave, when the office door opened. As I had hoped it was Michael, leading Jill by the hand. Hardly had Michael closed the door when they were in each other’s arms. His hands stared then started to roam, down her back, over her breasts and down to her backside. As they continued their enthusiastic embrace Michael started to very slowly and gently to pull Jill’s tight black dress over her thighs. As the dress reached the top of her stockings Michael whispered something in her ear. She immediately broke away from his embrace, moved to the desk and lay forward across it. Michael then moved up behind her and raised the dress up to her waist showing off her stockings and black silk panties above an expanse of white flesh. He then ran his hand from her knees, up the inside of her thighs to the crotch of her panties and down again. Jill was starting to purr like a cat. The next time he reached the top of her thighs he began to rub his thumb along her slit. After a few minutes of this Jill continued to purr but then I heard her say, ‘Michael, I’m soaking wet, make love to me now, I must have your cock inside me!’ Michael immediately slipped Jill’s panties down her legs lifted her feet out of them and moved her legs further apart. When he had taken his fully erect and visibly pulsating cock from his pants he just rammed it up inside her. She groaned. As he started to pump himself into her the groans turned to heavy breathing and squeals of delight as she orgasmed over and over again. Michael kept going – for over 20 minutes – pumping faster and deeper until they both orgasmed at the same time. As he released his softening cock from Jill she immediately turned round, slipped to her knees and took the whole of his cock into her mouth! She had NEVER done that to me. She had sucked my cock but only before sex, while it was still clean and dry, never afterwards – she said it was dirty. I was certainly not ‘dirty’ now – she was sucking away at his cum soaked cock like crazy! When he was clean, but far from dry, he returned his cock to his pants and zipped himself up. They were now a little pushed for time. Jill grabbed a handful of tissues from a pack on the desk, gave her cunt a good wipe, and after a passionate embrace left the office with Michael – leaving her discarded, damp panties on the office floor. I had to hurry. I arrived back home only minutes before Jill entered the front door. Unfortunately I was too late to see how they took their farewell of each other in the car this time. She told me all about the golf practice, and the meal she had shared with Michael afterwards but, of course, never mentioned visiting Michael’s office! That night Jill undressed in the bathroom, put her dress in the laundry bag, took a long shower and went to bed. I guess she was tired! I took a quick look at the dress. It had a damp patch at the back where her naked and wet pussy had been sitting on it in the car coming home. I took a long sniff – lovely – and returned it to the laundry bag. Right, I had now seen my wife being fucked by somebody else, but still wasn’t satisfied. Because of the position they were in with her across the desk, I hadn’t actually seen him enter her. Next time maybe.
They were due another golf practice and dinner on Friday, with another love making session to follow I guessed. So yet again on Friday I was in the closet ready for them just before 8:00. It was lucky I was so eager and earlier than before because they had either had a very rushed dinner or none at all. They entered the office at 8:15. This time Jill was wearing a calf length, light and summery yellow dress with lots of buttons down the front. I had never seen this dress before. As on Wednesday, as soon as they got into the office they got into a close and intimate embrace with Michael feeling Jill up through the dress. Within a very short time though he started, very slowly, to unbutton the dress from the top. He did this very slowly and as he unfastened the bottom button he just pushed the dress back off her shoulders and down to the carpet. She was totally naked underneath! Michael pushed her toward the Chesterfield so that she sat down on it and then after levering her knees apart he proceeded to lick her inner thighs up to her pussy. He nuzzled her pussy with his nose and then continued to lick and bite her clit until she was groaning and throwing her head from side to side in ecstasy. Still tonguing her clit he pulled her forward so that she slid off the Chesterfield and was left sitting on the carpet with her back to the Chesterfield. After angling her round so that he could get her to lay flat, he stripped himself. Whether it had been Michael’s intention I don’t know, but Jill’s pussy was now pointing directly at my vantage point. He lay with his face in her crotch for a few more minutes, tonguing her wet slit and then climbed on top of her. As she raised her legs to grip Michael round his waist I could see her wide-open vagina waiting for Michael to insert his cock. As he did so I saw it – another man’s cock working its way into my wife! I could not resist it – I just had to take my own aching cock out and slowly (and very quietly) stroke my hand up and down it in time to Michael’s slow strokes into Jill’s pussy. As Jill had her second or maybe third, orgasm I had mine. I caught most of my excess flow in a tissue brought along for the purpose but much of it found its way to the floor of Michael’s closet! Michael and Jill must have been really horny that night. After Michael had eventually cum and Jill had again sucked his cum soaked cock clean, they fucked again but with Jill on top this time. Now I could enjoy the sight of Jill lowering her very wet vagina onto Michael’s re-erected cock and bouncing up and down on it. As she finished and lifted herself off I saw a mass of their combined juices leaking back onto Michael’s pubic hair and belly. Again they cleaned themselves up (Jill cleaned up all the mess she had made on Michael with her tongue), they got dressed and left for home. I hurried but needn’t have been concerned. They didn’t pull up to the house until nearly 11:00 – Jill was full of apologies. They had taken a wrong turning and had got lost for a while. Another quick one in the back of the car is more like the truth I think! But this time I did see how they said good night in the car. Him with his hand up her raised dress, inside her wide open thighs massaging her pussy while she massaging his naked cock as they kissed a passionate farewell. Again, apart from the apology for being late, Jill’s only conversation was on the subject of the golf practice – she was really improving her game – and the dinner. What she didn’t know, and I didn’t tell her, was that I had seen the massive wet stain on the back of her dress before she took it off in the bathroom and dumped it in the laundry bag! I had now seen Michael with his cock inside Jill three times, and I was sure it had been there at least once more on their way home. Now what?
Michael rang me the following day (Saturday) and asked me to meet him in his office later that day. I arrived at just after 7:00 and after he had fixed me a drink, and I had made myself comfortable on the Chesterfield (still thinking of Jill sitting there naked the night before), he offered me a proposition. Jill had asked him to arrange for them to be able to spend a few days together. She had also said that it was a pity that I was not planning a business trip in the near future because she would like to spend those few days with Michael at our house and in our bed! Michael’s suggestion to me was that I should take a few days away in London, he was sure I could think of some excuse for having to take it and he would pay all my expenses. I was not sure I should go along with this but when said that he would arrange for any activity on their part to be recorded for me on video, without Jill’s knowledge, I agreed. So it was all set. I told Jill that an executive in our London office had been taken ill and that I had been asked to take over the running of his department for a few days. She was sorry that I had to be away, as she would miss me but she understood the reason for it and would phone me every night for a chat. So I went and had a most enjoyable time. Jill did phone me every night and we had a long talk each time. When I returned Jill was not home – with Michael at the club I assumed. As I glanced round the bedroom I saw there were 4 VHS videocassettes on the bed with a note in Jill’s handwriting saying ‘Play these tonight – you won’t be disturbed’.
Chapter 6
I played the first one on the machine. This, obviously recorded from my camcorder on the bookcase, showed Michael stripping Jill of all her clothes and then of them touching, sucking and fucking each other for 3 hours – almost non-stop. The second one showed Jill sitting on the bed talking on the telephone. From snatches of her side of the conversation I recognised it as the first time she spoke to me in London. After just a couple of minutes Michael came into the bedroom and got on his knees in front of her. As she talked to me Michael stripped Jill’s panties off and then started to lick her pussy until she had a very quiet orgasm! This activity was repeated during every call she made to me, but with variations. One time she was standing naked talking on the phone while Michael fingered her. Another time she was naked on hands and knees on the bedroom floor while Michael fucked her doggy style, very slowly – and very quietly. They were all very similar. She was talking to me on the telephone while Michael was satisfying her sexual appetite. No wonder she sounded so happy when we spoke! This tape continued with more fucking, pussy licking and a heck of a lot of cock sucking. I realised though that a good deal of this recording had been done from a different angle. Either Michael had moved the camcorder from the bookcase part way through their session or there was more than one machine doing the recording. The next tape proved the case. The fucking, sucking and fingering were definitely being recorded from several different angles! On this tape they played a few games. She would dress up in various erotic outfits, including full nurses uniform with stockings and garter belt, tight slinky evening wear, sports wear and even tarts pick-up clothing with micro mini skirts and fishnets. He would then pretend she was a stranger, strip off her clothing very slowly and fuck her. When she was a tart he even paid her. During one game he lay in wait as she entered the bedroom dressed as a uniformed policewoman. He attacked her, tore off her underclothing, smothered her cries and violently raped her! All of this had been recorded from at least 3 angles with the cameras at different levels. One, during the rape scene must have been set up at ground level. Jill couldn’t fail to realise that everything was being recorded. Immediately the rape scene ended the tape went blank for a minute. When the picture re-appeared it showed Jill and Michael sitting on the bed with their arms round each other. Jill spoke. She was sorry but she had never been happy with me as a husband, I was not adventurous enough and had never satisfied her sexually. She had now moved in with Michael for a while until they could arrange to move to Ireland – he was going home. She had known from the start about me setting Michael up to fuck her, Michael had told her all about it. She hoped I had enjoyed my time in the closet watching them but I would never see her being fucked by anybody ever again. She would leave me the tapes of their recent few days together – I could watch them and wank myself stupid for as long as I liked. She was filing for divorce on Monday and I should expect to hear from her lawyer within a few days.
So I lost a second wife because I had allowed another man to fuck her while I watched. Pity, but I must admit I don’t regret any of it. Believe me watching your wife being fucked is a great turn on – I’ve done it with two wives now and would recommend it to anybody!
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How to better spell the word s-e-x

Intro: this something I wrote for school in my senior year. The teacher said it had to be in second person and it didn’t have to be school appropriate. Sooo I decided to write about my sex life but a bit watered down and shorted. Theres one thing that’s false. Anyway depending on how u guys like this one, I can extend it and go more into detail. Also note that I’m on an iPhone n I might have mistakes so bear with me.
Start out at 14 wondering what sex feels like. Your older friend who is about to turn 16 is still a virgin so she’s no help. None the less, you both discuss the possible feelings and reactions that would occur. Your friend says she won’t be loud but thinks you will. The only reason she thinks that is because when you’re touched by the opposite sex, sparks fly and you melt like butter; your body demanding more. Of course, you’re scared of what might happen beyond that. You and your friend have heard stories about girls bleeding their first time because of a ‘cherry’. Even though both of you don’t quite understand, you guys know the main message is pain. So, jump almost a year and feel your heart pounding as the first time comes upon you. Your boyfriend is also a virgin. What now? “Do you want to try it?” “I don’t know, should we?” Talk about the subject as time escapes. Yes, no? Which is it? Finally, you decide yes, even though both your mom and sister are present in the house. A guest arrives; you don’t know who and don’t care. The barriers are gone and there’s no going back. The first motion is foreign. You’re not sure what to do. The moment is a blur. Your heart pounds in your chest. Quick! What’s that sound? You don’t know. Who could it be? The action stops. Your boyfriend quickly pulls up his pants and walks out the door to buy you more time to change.
Crap, as you try to dress your bottom half, your underwear decides to be a hassle. Afraid of being caught, you force the thing to slide up your now wobbly legs. The sound of the fabric ripping fills your ears. There’s no time; quick comes the pants, then the hands to buckle them. Out the door you go, your mom standing in the hallway. With no breath, you awkwardly walk past her to the living room where your boyfriend sits. A big smile and contained giggles stir up in the both of you. As you sit down, your panties in funny places, you notice a man sitting across the room. It’s the priest. As things work out in your head, your boyfriend whispers in your ear that while the short sex was taking place, your mom was talking to the priest at the back door! The priest gives you a side long look after watching your face turn beat red and little bursts of nervous giggles move your body. At the end of the day, claim that underwear is lucky, even though it is ripped and truly has no value. Tell your best friend and make her laugh. She’ll tease you about it and ask why a priest was there. Say he was really there to talk to your stepdad, but he wasn’t there but was offered in the door anyway. Years later you lose contact with her because she moved away. Always wanted to call but laziness beats you to it. With your other friend, talk about how you and your boyfriend break up. Cry about it but then you look for a new man.
It’s a new year in high school and the table you and your friend usually sit at is taken. Whisper under your breath that they’re bitches and joke about kicking them out. Across the room, you see two empty seats. You point a finger in the direction of the chairs. The table becomes your permit seat for the year. Meet strange new people. Ask their names, be brave this one time. They’re all boys, six to be exact. Fall in love with the one you call “Hamster Boy”. After about 2 months, you learn his real name. Feel shocked as he prank texts you, not telling you who he is. Fantasize that the guy texting you is sexy. When a week passes, he reveals his true identity and you feel a bit disappointed. Get closer to him to find he turns you on like no other. A first kiss is stolen in his room. Where his hand moves surprises you. Let a sound out and move closer. The fire is burning madly but the time has run out. His mother calls to take you home. Go home and fell light on your feet. Twirl around in a circle, land on the the bed and fantasize about him next to you. Fall asleep with a smile on your face. Wake up a few days later and make out with him again with more passion in the same place. As you lay half on top of him, listen to the TV, off to the side of the futon. The man in the box is doing stand up, talking about some joke that involves a fish. Let a laugh out to interrupt the kissing. Both of you can’t help but laugh for awhile before resuming kissing. Later talk to him about sex. He knows you want it. You know he wants it too.
Next time when you arrive to his house, a man and his brother lay out on the living room couch. The man has his shirt off. Notice the tattoo of a half naked woman with pointed nipples. Wonder why anyone would want daggers for nipples. As you and your boyfriend head for his room, the brother asks where you two are going. Make up something funny and say, “to play doctor”. Smile devilishly and make your way to the destination. Snuggle up for awhile and become turned on. Wait till you know your boyfriend’s brother and companion are outside. As soon as you know they’re outside the house, bend over a chair desk in the room, try to seem sexy. Taking your invitation, he comes to you. His hands travel up and down your body till they rest at your hips. He makes you beg for it. With that, your bottom half becomes naked once again. Feel the latex dive. Grab on to the desk that’s facing his open window. Let half of your body lay on the desk. With a few thrusts you realize the noise you guys are making. He covers your mouth as you try to keep the desk still, trying to prevent the content banging on the wall. The movements quicken, making you loud. The sound travels out the window. Minutes later, the deed is done. You lay on his futon, relaxed. He goes to the bathroom to clean up. Moments later, you hear the bathroom door open and shut but he doesn’t appear in the doorway. You hear voices and a hushed laugh. Your boyfriend comes back with a smile.
He tells you his brother and the man heard everything. You ask, “Well, what did they say?” He recites what they said to him, ‘Did you guys have a banging time?’, ‘Did you put a glove on Mr. Sanchez?’, and ‘So since she was moaning like that, does that mean you don’t have a chode?’ Feel embarrassed with heat rising up to your cheeks but laugh at the same time. Your boyfriend just shakes his head and smiles. Feel dominate over him days later, feel like a lioness. Open his pants without permission and enjoy his surrender. At this stage you feel you got things down. Meet all his friends and feel dumb when you tell them you don’t know what a white or red dragon means in sexual terms. Then, feel helpless when they won’t tell you the meaning. Go to one of your friends and ask them what it means in the middle of class. Feel weird when the teacher asks you what was so important to talk about during his class. Get sent to the office after your friend tries to explain. In the principal’s office, sit on a single chair in the middle of the room and wonder if the principal knows what the term means. When he asks what happened, manage to squeak out white dragon. Thinking you didn’t take him seriously, you get get detention. When you tell your friends, they all bust up laughing expect you. One of your girlfriends lays a hand on your shoulder and explains. Afterwards you know it’s a gross term and never plan on trying it, you go on with your love life.
Two months later feel the pain of breaking up. Get a bit insane and hate everything you see. Let the wounds heal after an agonizing 2 and half months. Be around friends who haven’t moved away from school yet. Look for another to improve your sexual skills. Instead, find an old friend from 4 years ago. Your best friend from when you were 14. You find out she has a boyfriend now, not to mention sex. As you both predicted, she is quiet one in bed. She asks if you are loud you reply yes. Talk about the past for a while the exchange new phone numbers. Meet on a Saturday. Drive around in her car; catch up about each other’s lives. End up at her house and go fishing. Be ok at it and talk about sex. She asks you if you ever had butt sex. Have a blonde moment and give her a strange look. She repeats her question. After a minute, it dawns on you that she’s talking about anal sex. Start laughing really hard. A smile sprends on her face as she wonders what’s so funny. Through your laughter tell her the image that popped in your head right away was two butts rubbing together. As she begins to understand, the same laughter pours from her like a happy water fountain. Both of you laugh for a while. When you calm down, giver her her answer and continue with the conversation. Get a text from your sister asking why the laptop has a virus. Remember that you took your mom’s laptop to work on homework and looked up porn after you were done. Remember the problems that appeared after you got off the site. You panic. Don’t tell her about the porn, say, “I don’t know what happened”. Your friend asks what’s going on. You tell her about the porn. She laughs at you like she does any other time. “O my god, I love you Marie” she says with a smile.
“If you want a virus free porn site, go to Ourporn.com” she recommends. Again, she looks at you with a grin. You don’t blush because you’re not ashamed anymore. Instead, you grin with her and say “Thanks”. At 9:00 your friend drives you home. Before turning on your road, you guys stop at Food Lion. With a couple snacks in hand, you sit in the yellow car with your friend eating and looking at a Comso magazine. With sex positions on the one page, it reminds you of a story to tell your friend. She pays close attention while eating her ice cream. You go back to the day when you and your ex boyfriend were trying out certain positions. You say how you got on top and rode. Feeling sexy and rather tiger like, you let out a low growl. Then, an even louder one, acting cat like. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to be a big cat fan. He looked at you in the eye and asked what you were trying to do. You told your friend that, at that point you were just embarrassed, you say most guys you ever been with thought at least purring in their ear was sexy. She throws her head back and her mouth let’s out a happy sound, moving her whole body. Finishing the food, she takes you to your house. Eager to stay with her, you buy some time by telling her about the girl you fooled around with. “You lucky!” she tells you. “Why?” you ask. She explains that her boyfriend sees kissing girls as cheating and the main reason for that is that she is bi. “But all I wanna do is just fool around a bit, you know? It’s been three years since I’ve been with him” she explains the whole thing to you. You nod with understanding. The time is closing in on 11:40 and it is time for you to go. With that, you wave goodbye to her. You go to your room. Lay in your bed and think of your dream man beside you. Snuggle up with a pillow and smell his scent. You close your eyes and hope to have success with the next guy.

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Michelle-Pool Party 6-Ch 16

Hi…Michelle again. Thought I’d take a quick time out and reintroduce myself to anybody that hasn’t read any of the prior chapters.
Today, I am thirty three years old, but telling stories from when I was just turning fifteen, getting ready to start my freshman year in high school
I’d been touching myself for over a year, but it had only been the past couple weeks that I started to really awaken and discover guys…and penises…and sex.
I’m a hopeless exhibitionist, still believing that there was something magical about me…something that could turn guys on and make them get hard just by looking at me…my body…not yet realizing that that’s just the way guys my age were.
Following is a continuation of my brother Ricky’s pool party…a day I will never forget as long as I live. It was the Saturday before school was to start…last weekend of the summer.
He had invited a bunch of his buddies over for the day, and I had invited my best friend Jennifer, who had showed up bringing Lisa along, a mutual firend…the third of our trio.
The beer had been flowing freely…and I think both Jen and myself were a little bit tipsy.
Lisa was already well on her way to being totally trashed…
The Pool Party – Part Six
I couldn’ t believe it! Lisa had just sucked Gary’s penis! Right there in front of all of us!
She was still wiping the last few drops of his cream from the corners of her mouth as she made her way back into the water and started toward us, a huge grin on her face.
I hadn’t realized it, but my fingertips were still massaging Jen’s pussy lips, and hers were still playing with my clit as Lisa approached.
Jen and I looked at each other, somewhat sheepishly, and withdrew our hands (reluctantly?) from each other’s wet folds and sat up, closing our legs and dangling our feet again in the water.
“That was fun!” Lisa announced, “What’s next?”
I slid down into the water as I responded, “You tell us. You seem to be the one with all the fun games.”
Lisa paused and let out a small belch, looking around. The guys were all clustered around her, even though Jen and I were the two that were naked, and Lisa still had her bikini on.
Brother Ricky saved the day as he called out from the corner of the pool, “I know what’s next! Since everybody else is butt naked, Lisa, don’t you think you should join the party?”
He stood there on the steps, looking at her…daring her…waiting.
Lisa moved to the edge of the pool, grabbing her beer and swallowing deeply before turning and announcing, “OK guys…show time!”
Jen and I moved to the edge of the pool and our beers as Lisa made her way up the steps and out of the water. She stood at the edge of the deck and waited until the guys had clustered around in front of her before she started lewdly swaying…bucking…humping…her hips.
As I turned to put my beer back down, my “magical water jet” pulsed against my already aroused pussy. God it felt so good! I just stood there for a moment, letting the thousands of tiny fingers caress me, and even without thinking about it, started gently rocking my hips to and fro, letting the pulsing water tickle my most sensative parts. This was the first time I had done this without anything on “down there” and the feeling of the water thrusting against my naked pussy was unbelievable…delicious. I felt myself start to get really wet and my pussy start to twitch, my clit to throb.
I cast a sidways glance at Jen. She was staring at Lisa’s lewd demonstration as she pulled her top off over her head, discarding it to her side. She was bucking her hips obscenely as she cupped her breasts in her hands and held them out toward the guys.
“Look at my nipples!” she squealed. “They’re so cold and hard, who’s gonna warm them up for me?”
She leaned toward the water, pinching and tweaking her nipples in a lewd display, eyes roaming all around the guys gathered in front of her.
No immediate response from the guys, but I thought I could detect from the corner of my eye a couple of the guys’ hands disappear into the water.
My hips were starting to sway harder against the warm rush of pleasure flowing through me out of the jet, and I felt the unmistakable signs of approaching heaven start to drift through me. My hips rocked harder.
I looked at Jen and saw her staring intently at Lisa, who was now done displaying her breasts and moving on. With her bottoms still on, she squatted down at the edge of the pool, spreading her legs lewdly. She leaned back, putting her hands flat on the deck and leaning on her arms. She started bucking…humping…her hips obscenely. She looked like…looked like…she was Doing It!
The guys were all staring at her…her wanton act…her wide spread legs…looking right up at her pussy, not quite covered by the thin strip of material of her bikini bottoms.
The jet of water pulsing against my pussy was now getting me really turned on, and I could feel the beginnings of orgasm approaching as I watched Lisa stand up, hooking her fingers in her skimpy bottoms.
I cast a glance at Jen, seeing she was intent on watching Lisa’s obscene “strip show”. That in iteself was a turn on. I was standing one foot away from my best friend…my first female lover…getting ready to come…and she had no idea what was going on!
The waves washing through me were getting stronger as I watched Lisa turn her back to the pool, and the guys in it, and suggestively wiggle her bottoms down off her hips. She made a lewd display of bending over as she moved them down to her ankles, and off her feet. She had her legs spread well apart, and bent all the way over like she was, even from our angle I could see the puffy lips of her pussy peeking between her spread thighs.
She maintained her pose for a moment or two, and then straightened, turning to face the guys.
They were all staring at her, not quite believing what was going on. She had a suggestive grin on her face as she purred, “Well guys, what do you think?”
The water jet pulsing on my pussy and clit was getting me really close…my hips were rocking now, nothing I could do to control it. The waves were starting…
Lisa reached down between her legs and grabbed her pussy, using her fingertips to spread her lips wide open. The guys were gawking.
Lisa squatted again, leaning back on her hand, spreading her knees, and opened her lips even further. I swear even I could see up inside her pink insides!
The guys were all frozen…staring…
The waves started building in me and I could feel my orgasm approaching when all of a sudden Jen reached out and grabbed my shoulder.
“She’s trashed,” Jen whispered, “she’s gonna do something stupid.”
The spell was broken. My almost orgasm vanished.
Jen and I watched as Lisa pushed two fingers up inside of her. “God, I wish I had a real cock!” she complained.
She started pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, the guys watching, spellbound.
After a moment she stopped, looking around the circle of guys, and asked, “Any volunteers?”
Without waiting for a response, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stood. With a gay shriek she launched herself into the water, landing right in the middle of the group of guys.
Within seconds, both of her hands had disappeared down into the water, and it was obvious from her arm movements, and the expressions on the faces of the guys next to her, just what she was doing.
Jen and I just watched. I moved slightly away from my magical water jet, my pussy still pulsing somewhat, and grabbed Jen by the arm.
“Jen, try this.” I whispered in her ear. She glanced over at me, then turned her attention back to Lisa, obviously stroking two of the guys under the surface of the water. I pulled gently on her arm and maneuvered her toward the water jet. She was still turned sideways, watching the show in the water, so I put my hands on her hips and kind of swiveled her until she was facing the edge…and the jet.
I knew the instant I got her in the right position, because she froze…solid.
She didn’t move for a moment or two, and then turned her head to look at me, her eyes wide.
“Michelle!” she gasped, “you mean this…this…you mean…you can…you…”
Words escaped her as I felt her hips begin a gentle swaying motion beneath my hands. I could feel her rocking fall into a rythm as I remembered the delicious sensations of the pulsating water when I had it spraying directly on my clit.
I just grinned at her in return and we both turned our attention back to Lisa and her antics. The guys were all gathered around as she moved her hands from guy to guy, stroking for a minute, and then moving on to the next. She seemed to be having the time of her life.
Who could blame her? All those penises!
I moved one of my hands off Jen’s hip and squeezed one of her butt cheeks. Her breathing was getting a little bit raspy, as we watched Lisa start bobbing her head in the water.
Oh my God! I thought to myself, as she moved from guy to guy, repeating this motion.
With both her hands still busy in the water, it looked like she was playing with three penises at once! One in each hand, and one in her mouth! Every few seconds her head would surface as she came up for air, and then she would move on to the next guy, lowering her head in the water again.
I admit I was jealous! All those penises!
Without even thinking about it, my other hand dropped into the water between my legs and began caressing up and down my slit. I was squeezing, kneading, fondling Jen’s butt as the movement of her hips increased, now humping against the pulsating water jet.
The guys were all so wrapped up in Lisa…and her hands…and her mouth…that they weren’t even paying any attention at all to us over on the side.
I pushed a finger up inside my own sopping channel and began running the middle finger of my other hand up and down Jen’s crack. She spread her legs alittle bit apart and bent over slightly. I took that as an invitation and pushed the tip of my finger up inside her tiny back hole.
She gasped and the bucking motion of her hips became even more pronounced.
My own finger was swirling furiously around the inside of my own wet hole as I felt the beginnings of the first tremors roll through me.
Jen was moaning as she dropped both of her hands down into the water. Without even being able to see, I knew she was using her fingertips to open her lips, leaving her clit wide open, naked and exposed to the delicious fingers of water.
She hunched down a little bit, and I pushed my finger further up inside her back hole, wiggling it all around as she began rocking steadily. I knew she was close! So was I! I pulled my finger out of my pussy and began mashing it against my own engorged clit.
Jen gasped and froze. Her tiny butt hole clamped down on my finger as I watched her open her mouth, panting heavily.
I knew she was coming! Oh God, I was so close! My own hips rocked as my finger mauled my clit…so close…
Jen exhaled ludly, then slumped against the edge of the pool. I felt the muscles of her back channel relax against my finger, even as my own finger continued the mad assault on my engorged button.
So close…
Lisa shrieked with delight. “Party time!” she announced and we both turned our heads that way.
Her arm was flying. Scott was standing there, a look of pure amazement on his face as it was obvious what Lisa was doing to him…his penis…under the water.
He jerked and froze, and Lisa shrieked again. Scott gasped and stiffened, jerking once, twice…a thrid time. Lisa was gigling like she’d just discovered a pot of gold.
Although we couldn’t really see it, it was onvious Scott was emptying his squirts into the pool…into Lisa’s hand.
She pulled her hand up out of the water as Scott kind of slumped, exhaling deeply. She brought her fingers to her mouth and suggestively licked them.
“Ummmm,” she purred.
Jen and I looked at each other in amazement, too stunned for words. All thoughts of my own orgasm vanished as Lisa suddenly eyed the oversized inner tube standing in the corner of the deck.
Letting out another shriek, she scrambled out of the pool, swaying her naked butt lewdly, and retrieved it, throwing it into the water. Still butt naked, she came around toward us, stopping and pulling deeply at her beer.
“Ready for some real fun?” she whispered.
Without waiting for a reply, she stood and turned. She opened her legs and reached down with both hands, spreading her lips obscenely. “OK guys,” she announced, ‘now it’s my turn.”
She took a flying leap, landing on top of the tube, and promptly falling off.
Scott left the pool to go help brother Ricky with the food as Jen and I stood quietly on the side, the guys oblivious to our presence. Lisa made a show of clambering back aboard the oversized tube. I felt Jen’s hand slide across my back and down to my butt again, squeezing and kneading one of my cheeks. My “almost” orgasm from moments ago was back in my mind in an instant, and I eagerly spread my legs…hoping…
We were watching intently as Lisa made a lewd display of flailing around on the top of the tube, taking every chance to spread her legs wide, showing her naked pussy to the guys now clustered eagerly around her.
She finally settled on her back, arms stretched up over her head, legs spread obscenely.
I felt Jen’s hand slip up between my legs, grasping my pussy, and moments later felt one of her fingers slide up inside of me. The tremors started almost immediately.
Lisa, lewdly spread eagled on the over sized tube, was clearly the center of the guys’ attention. Jen and I were being completely ignored as I remembered how I had used the same obscene “pose” on the same tube to entice our neighbor Jeff, only days earlier.
I felt Jen push another finger up inside of me and start moving them in and out as Lisa announced gaily, “OK guys, we need a volunteer here!”
Jen’s finger movements in my pussy were sending flutters through me, and I quietly dropped one of my hands into the water, using just one fingertip to tease my again aroused clit.
Lisa pointed at Tommy and said, “OK, under the water and come up right…” She pointed a finger down between her wide spread legs, “…here!”
My finger was no longer teasing my clit, but was now rubbing somewhat insistently.
Jen’s fingers were moving faster and I felt the wetness grow within me.
Tommy ducked down into the water and surfaced seconds later, standing up inside the tube bewteen Lisa’s wide spread legs. His face was only inches from her lewdly displayed pussy and I thought his eyes were going to pop right out of his head.
My breathing was starting to get ragged as Lisa reached down and spread her lips open.
“OK stud,” she was kind of slurring her words, “Let’s see if you know what to do with that tongue.” She took both her hands, grabbing his head, and pulled his face down into her wide open pussy. He began lapping eagerly, his head bobbing as his tongue lavished her slit.
Lisa bucked her hips obscenely against Tommy’s face, exagerrating her sounds as she moaned and groaned.
“Oh yeah, stud,” she gasped. “that’s it! Right there!”
Lisa’s hips were bucking wildly as Jen pushed her fingers all the way up inside of me, holding them there and swirling them about. I could feel the waves starting to build.
Lisa was panting and shrieking, bucking wildly against Tommy’s face. She had both her fists firmly grasping his hair as she pulled his head tighter and tighter against her lewdly gyrating pussy.
Jen dropped her other hand to my butt, and seconds later I felt her push a finger up inside of my tiny back hole. Oh God! My own hips were bucking as she began pumping the fingers of both hands in and out of me. I wiggled my own fingertip against my clit, feeling it throb.
Lisa was actually starting to whimper as Tommy’s face was rocking up and down between her wide spread legs.
I felt the first waves start to build…and all of a sudden Jen pulled her fingers from both of my holes.
“Oh God no!” I thought to myself, “not again…” I was so close…
Jen glanced at me out of the corner of her eye and whispered, “Let’s go join the party. Why should Lisa have all the fun?”
Almost in a trance, I let Jen lead me over to the circle of guys. I almost wanted to cry out of frustration. So close…again…
We parted and stood on opposite sides of the tube, watching Tommy ravenously lick up and down Lisa’s open pussy. Both of Jen’s hands immediately disappeared under the water, one in front of Keith, the other in front of Gary. Even though I couldn’t really see, I was certain she had one of their penises in each hand. Moments later, her arm movements confirmed that she was stroking both of them. Two penises! At the same time!
I watched for a moment, my frustration building, and then reached one of my own hands into the water, putting a loose fist around Michael’s penis. I began a slow stroking motion and immediately felt him start to swell and harden.
I dropped my other hand into the water, intending to grasp Keith’s penis, only to find it surrounded by his own fist, pumping furiously.
“Let me help with that,” I murmured, replacing his hand with my own.
I started stroking both penises in rythm, and within moments could feel both of them twitching…throbbing.
My own frustration, my own “almost”…again…orgasm was quickly forgotten as I reveled in the sensation of two hard penises bucking…humping…against my hands.
Lisa was openly panting now, rocking wildly, as I felt hands start to wander over my hips, across my butt. I felt a finger lightly running up and down the length of my crack, and another hand move around and squeeze my already drenched pussy. I increased the rythm of my stroking as I felt a finger push up inside my tiny back hole, and seconds later felt a finger from the hand in front of me push it’s way up inside my pussy.
The fingers in both of my holes began in and out movements as Lisa began squealing.
I felt Keith twitch and jerk, and moments later could feel…I mean actually feel…him squirting into the water.
The finger movements in my back hole slowed and stopped as I felt Michael begin to buck against my hand. I released Keith’s penis and moved that hand over to Michael as well, cupping his balls while I continued stroking the length of his throbbing hard on.
The movements of his finger in my sopping pussy became frantic as I felt him, too, begin to twitch and jerk. Within seconds, the hand cupping his balls announced he was coming as I felt his sac tighten and contract. He jerked, then froze.
Moments later, he let out a long breath and kind of slumped over.
Seconds later, his finger movements in my pussy stopped.
“Damn! Not again!” I thought to myself…so close…again…
Lisa let out a loud shriek and announced, “That’s it! Coming!”
She clamped her thighs tightly around Tommy’s head, locking him in place. I wondered if he could even breathe. I had never seen anything as obscene as watching Lisa lewdly, wildly, wantonly, mash her hips against Tommy’s captive face.
She jerked a couple times, then froze, then slumped back against the inner tube.
I looked across at Jen and noticed that the guys on both sides of her had wide grins on their faces. “Them too,” I thought wistfully to myself. “Everybody’s coming but me…”
Tommy turned around toward us, his face dripping with Lisa’s juices, but the grin on his face unmistakable…triumphant…
We all just stood there for a minute, kind of looking at each other, not really knowing where this was going next.
Our revelry was broken by the sound of brother Ricky’s voice calling from the doorway to the house, “Hey everybody!”
I turned my head to look…and froze…
It was God!
I mean…he was a god…the guy standing next to my brother…he had to be a god…he…he…had to be…he was…perfect…beautiful…sexy…perfect…he had to be a god!
He was standing there…looking. I’m not sure he believed what he was seeing.
I didn’t care. He was the most gorgeous guy I had ever laid my eyes on. Tall…six feet plus. The tight tee shirt he was wearing showed off his muscular chest, his bulging arms, the tight tiny little stomach.
I felt a flush in my pussy…my legs went weak.
He was…perfect!
Long wavy dark brown hair. Beautiful eyes, beautiful cheeks, beautiful lips…beautiful nose…beautiful ears…beautiful…everything!
All of a sudden I was embarassed…naked. I made a half hearted attempt to cover my breasts…I don’t know why…most of the time I love to show them off…get a guy’s interest…but this guy…I don’t know what I was feeling…just…just…I don’t know.
I knew in an instant that regardless of what the rest of this day might bring…one way or another I was going to get this guy…alone…just the two of us…
Somewhere…somehow…something…everything…
The frustration and aches in my pussy from all the earlier “almosts” seemed somehow suddenly magnified. I was on fire…just looking at this beautiful god.
Brother Ricky announced, “This is Brad…just moved in down the street…starting school with us this week. He…”
Ricky continued rambling his introduction but all of a sudden my ears didn’t work.
My heart was thumping…pulse racing. I had never been so turned on in my life, and right now nobody was even touching me!
My knees were wobbling as Brad’s eyes kind of roamed around the pool, looking at all of us…naked. His eyes seemed to pause, or maybe I just hoped they paused, when they got to me, and I felt a blush immediately redden my face.
It was pretty obvious what had been going on here, and his eyes continued circling, taking it all in.
Finally, his impossibly beautiful mouth broke into an impossibly perfect smile.
He chuckled as he said,
“I take it you all have met?”
(To Be Continued)

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…aaaa…Test Mom
By Blueheatt
__My buddy Bevis and I (Butthead), had listened to older guys talk. We were young teens and we wanted to know how to get girls to let us fuck em. Neither one of us had sex with a girl yet. We were at his house talking about….what else…fucking girls.
We were talking in his mom’s spare room and watching porn on her computer. We didn’t know his mom came home and was listening to us talk by the open door. We talked freely figuring his mom was not home. We didn’t know anything yet on how to ’put the make’ on a girl. We were learning from watching and listening to guys at school.
I got an idea. I said: “Let’s go talk to my older sister Jan, and use her to test our methods of trying to persuade girls to let us fuck them…he he…” Bevis liked my sister and was all for it. Bevis said: “She’s got some nice big hooters, let me go first and you just watch and let her guide us.”
I said: “Ok, you try out stuff on her and we’ll get her to tell us if girls like it or not…..”
That’s when Bevis mom stepped around the corner and scared the crap out of us. She said: “Don’t do that guys, I will help you.”
Bevis mom Sandy, she was so aaa.. and,,aaa scarey, I gulped. She was about 4’2” and had 1/4 tits. She was wearing very tight jeans and a t-shirt with a red bra showing thru it. I was against her teaching me anything.
“Mom, I want to try out stuff on Butthead’s sister, she’s a hot girl to me.” Sandy smiled with one tooth and said: “Why can’t you do both?” We both looked puzzled when she said that.
“Stand up Butthead…..
The time will come up when you need to dance with girls with close dancing. They like it and you get to hold them close and maybe….push yourselves in real tight into their tits and crouches. Let me show you guys on Butthead.”
I was already loosing a boner when she showed me how to hold a girl close. Bevis watched, I knew he was getting bored with this. Watching me dance with his own mom when he wanted to go see my sister Jan.
“I’m going over to your house Butthead, and see your sister…Ok?” he said. I lived just across the street and said: “Ok.”
As soon as Bevis left ‘Meg’ as she insisted I call her, (meg-a-butt), started pulling me slowly closer to her as we got some kind of dance going. I was in boys detention. Her bra was now poking me in the chest and I could help it, I now had a little boner. She pushed her crouch in tight to it. I was so jittery. I said loudly in her ear hair: “Meg, thank you for teaching me all this, I feel awkward and you make me feel (ouch) better. Do girls like it when the guy pushes himself in to her crouch?”
She looked right in my one eye. She had a eye that smiled at me. She said: “Take it slow sonny but oh yes…they like it. Feel my back as we dance, and carefully reach up and put my head on your shoulder. Kiss my neck next, they like that too.”(..ukkkk..) …and as my heart beat faster. I was dancing with a cold babe, my boner was between her legs and she was feeling my back with one hand, and holding my other hand tight against her upper tits. I wanted this to end.
Megs thoughts…..
Bevis was a good looking kid. He should have his braces off in 10 years. Tall and with a good starting build. I realized I was getting carried away and wasn’t stopping it, it just felt to good. No one could see us and I was ’just’ helping a young guy with girls….I told myself.
Something was happening to me though, I was liking this too much. I hadn’t had a boyfriend forever, or one that I wanted. Here was Bevis, so prime, to eager to learn and….I could train him to my liking. He felt so warm in my arms and so wanting to please me….I found myself taking advantage of him.
I said softly in his ear: “IT’S OK IF YOU GET AN ERECTION, THAT’S PERFECTLY NORMAL…… (don’t yell!) oh…
….Keep it tight against the girl crouch and she’ll know you are sexually aroused by her….girls like to know that.” I just kept him slow dancing as our hands went roaming around us. I hadn’t been this turned on in a very long time.
I felt like I just wet my panties as a trickle of wet came in my pussy. It sucked the wind right out of my chest. My mind rushed ahead and I wanted Bevis and I to get a lot closer….
Words came out of my mouth without thinking what I was saying. (“…Bevis, you are so special to me…I’m glad you like me…can you keep a secret?” He nervously nodded his head. “I want to teach you a lot more, but we have to do it in total privacy, and absolutely no one must know about this. Is that Ok with you?”) He nodded again. I ran my fingers thru his hair and whispered: (“Here’s how a girl likes to be kissed….close your eyes.”)
I laid the sexist, wettest kiss on him I could. I slowly stuck my tongue in his quivering lips and let it go wild. His knees began to buckle, and he withdrew to take a big breath. His erection jolted between my legs and he moaned.
I realized…he had just shot cum in his own pants.
I whispered: (“…tomorrow… Butthead plays soccer after school, you come over and we’ll continue, Ok?”) He was panting and nodded his head. I pushed him towards our bathroom. He was in a daze with a smile like I’d never seen him have before.
I headed to our other bathroom to change my jeans, the crouch was all wet…inside and out. I was panting, I don’t ever remember having a guy cum in his pants over me. I had to have more of him. I laid on my bed and just enjoyed the feeling of him pushed up against me….us trying kissing….and feeling of him jolting and gasping… as he shot his load of cum in his pants. I was so hot I slowly rubbed my pussy as I drifted into a sleep….
Butthead…..
I knocked on the screen, and Jan yelled: “Come on in Butthead, I don’t think Bevis is here.” (Perfect!)
I walked over to her and ask if we could talk ’private’. She smiled and said: “Why sure, come in my bedroom, and we’ll shut the door.”( Perfect again! )
She sat on her bed and brushed her short hair. I took a good look at her big ugly tits as she quickly looked at me and smiled…busted…but she didn’t seem to mind. All the question and plans I had made went blank. Instead, I ask her if I could brush her teeth. What a lame smile she gave me and stood up. “Scoot back and open your legs.” she said. She handed me the brush and sat with her front to me between my legs. I was not use to this and my hand trembled at first. She sat tight against me as I started in. She smelled so rank after just taken a shower. I gently started brushing her long tooth. I tried not to get a boner, but It showed up anyway. It was very embarrassing in a way, but she just squirmed her front tight against it.
She turned her head and said: “What did you want to talk about Bevis?” All I could say was: “..aaa…Girls….oh….aaa.. what turns them on.”
I saw her smile, close her eye and say: “Well, having a guy brush my teeth is a turn on for me.“ I swallowed hard. She began to make this ‘mmmm’ sound as I brushed. “What else?” I asked. “I need a girl to teach me stuff, I ain’t never messed with a girl much.” She reached up and pulled my head down some and whispered: (“…you’ve come to the right girl. I can teach you anything you want to know.”)
Jan…..
I couldn’t believe the luck I was having. I had seen Bevis eyeball me several times, checking out my one tit. I thought he was cute, but to young to mess with. Now he was asking ‘me’ to show him about girls.
To be able to train a young teen to what I liked had me getting wet already. I could feel his hardon in my front and now was the time for me to take advantage of him.
I began to whisper to him: (“…Butthead, do you like me?”)
“Well….aaa.. you gotta nice body and I like looking at you Jan.” he said. (“….bang my head, will you Bevis?”) He put the brush down and started in. I leaned my head against his shoulder as he felt my hair and banged my head. I love a guy to do that and I said: (“…girl like this, now lick the side of my face.”) He did as I instructed. He was my personal slave now and I wanted a lot of things from him as I enjoyed the foreplay I was starting. (“…now un-hook my bra, take a look at the hooks, their not always easy to undo….(..RIP!…) there…you got it real easy. Now take my robe off my shoulders….that’s it…down to my waist. Now pull down my bra straps down off my shoulders…there…now slip your hands under my bra and pull it…SNAP! ….perfect…hold my tits and feel them gently….feel my nipples and roll them between your fingers…oooooo…yes!…just like that….girls love this and your doing a great job of it…keep licking my face…get closer to my lips…mmmm…turn me…now kiss me like the girl you’ve always wanted….mmmmmm……aaa I don’t want you.
Bevis…..
She had me so horny I thought my boner was going to bust thru my pants. Now I was kissing her and feeling her tits. She said I was doing a good job, but all I knew was how bad I wanted to fuck her he he he he…..
She sat up, smiled and put her arms around my neck. She was horny looking I was in horny land and couldn’t hardly breathe. She whispered:
(“…tomorrow, we’ll meet here again and you’ll like part 2.
I really like you…now let’s do a ‘tongue kiss’. Let me show you.”) She kissed me real hot and I felt her tongue going in my mouth. It was hot and she was kinda tasting my tongue with hers. I kind of tasted like a cheese burger. I started teasing her tongue back with mine. She sucked a big breath and squeezed me tight. I guess she liked it…I know I sure did.
We heard noises down stairs and I quick took off my jacket and tied it around my waist to hide my boner. I went in Butthead’s room and quick played with his computer.
My mind was only on Jan and what had just happened. It was Butthead coming home from my house. He came in and shut the door.
We both smiled. We both started talking quietly at the same time. “Dude! Your mom is the coolest!, I…” “Your sister let me un-hook her bra!”
This was the first time we both decided to start keeping things to ourselves. I didn’t really want to hear about him feeling up my mom and stuff, and he didn’t want to hear about me and his sister. He went to the door and listened. He shut the door and said: “Sis just left and we have about an hour before my parents come home……. I gotta wank!”
He grabbed us towels and tossed me one. We had joint wanked before and now was the time. He sat on the bed and pulled his shorts down. He had a big boner that sprung out. I joined him and did the same. We closed our eyes. We knew he was thinking about fucking my mom and I was thinking about fucking his sister.
We never spoke. We just jacked and flooded our towels as cum went flying everywhere….it was the best wank we’d ever had.
After the longest school day ever….we walked home together. He went to my house and I went to his. His sister was waiting for me and quick let me in. She pulled me into her bedroom and pushed me down on my back and got on top of me. She said: “..let’s continue where we left off yesterday.
We were tongue kissing and you were feeling my tit. She had on her robe again, only this time no bra or panties. Her hands and arms went crazy feeling me as I joined in feeling her.
She reached down and pulled my shorts down. She felt my boner all over and then opened her robe put it between her legs. We were both breathing heavy now as she clamped her legs on my boner…..
(didn’t that hurt?. .Shut up…Bevis!)
She said: “…girls like to get on top sometimes, always remember that. Now rub your boner on my pussy….that’s it…kiss me and feel my tits while you rub your boner on my clit, the thing at the top of my pussy.”
She took my hand and guided it to her clit. She pulled my boner up so it rubbed right on her clit. She opened her legs wide and began to hump her pussy on my boner.
It was awesome to put my hands on her cute ass and feel the motion as her hips rotated her pussy on my boner.
I was so close to fucking her I was squirming with the feeling. She started sliding her body down lower on me. She was licking and kissing all the way down.
Oh my god…she going to suck on my boner I bet.
I couldn’t hold still, it was tingling to much. I watch her long hair floating over my boner, blocking my view…but I could sure feel her hot mouth going over my boner……
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Butthead……
I went in Bevis’s open garage door. As I walked in the big door started closing. Meg was standing in the people door smiling. She had closed the big door. She came out in a long night gown and stopped me. We went into our dance mode as she began to talk softly in my ear: “…your first sex may be in the back seat of a car. I want to show you….(pause)…’.oh …hold me tight…..feel me and kiss me…I need your love, and I want you close to me.’…(er…a…sumthin like that….)
…I lost it and I was falling for him in a big way. He was falling for me too and told me he was in love with me. That just made me want to get him in bed all the more.(wait a minute!). It all just snuck up on me and it was just that he reminded me of Bevis’s dad when we were young. Bevis’s dad was in the hear after now,.. ‘god rest his soul.’… and Butthead was like I got a new man to start over with. (what the fuck is she talk about?)
I had to be so careful and keep this all very quiet or his parents or the law might step in and take us away from each other. We went in the house and had a long talk sitting on my bed. We played Donkey Cong as much as we talked. It was beautiful…the look in our smiling eyes and both our hearts were so excited. I was so happy and he was so loving to me.(…aaa…when do I score?)
The time…..I checked and soon Butthead’s parents would be home. I had to give him a sample of the good times ahead of us. I laid him back on my bed and pulled down his short pants. There it was. My future cock to have. I felt it carefully and kissed it softly. I could hear him breath heavy and singing a Mega Death song. I got on my knees at the foot of the bed and started getting ’my’ new cock all wet by licking it.
He began to moan and reached up to hold my hands. He whispered: (“…Meg… I ..I’m gonna cum…”)
…. I immediately deep throated him and let my tongue massage the underside of his throbbing cock. He jumped and there it was, the blast of warm cum filling my mouth. He squirmed as I held his balls and swallowed. I wanted it all and I even lick up the overflow off his small patch of pubic hair. His cock kept throbbing even after every drop of cum was now in me.
He lay all smiling and content and muttered how much he…..liked….aaa,.. me….
I got him up and led him to the door to the garage. He and I were in a daze. He turned to me with is smiling eyes. I was ready for a hot goodbye kiss when he leaned over and parted my robe, and sweetly kissed my pussy.
An orgasm shot thru my pussy and buckled my knees. No man had ever done that to me….ever. I managed to get him out the door with one of Bevis’s jackets held in front of him. He still had a big boner. I knew his parents would be home any minute. I closed the big garage door as he walked into the wall……
I headed for the bathroom, closed and locked the door. I sat on the toilet seat and spread my legs. In went my fingers in my pussy.
Oh there…a few strokes and an orgasm was just waiting there as I barked my orgasmed many times….I thought next time it will be Butthead’s cock in me giving me a barking climax…..
Butthead…..
I had to go lay down and relive the things that just happened. My boner was still hard and throbbed with red marks.
Bevis…..
I had never had a blow job before and now I knew what the other guys were talking about. Jan’s mouth felt so good as she put my complete boner in her mouth. I felt her hands on my balls and she quick grabbed my middle fingers and held them. She was so loving as she put them on her tits and moved them around her tits. I couldn’t stop as I felt my cum start shooting in her mouth. She kept her mouth on it and moaned so nice. My body jumped as more cum came out. She and I squeezed her big tit. I went weak in another world and just had to play Donkey Cong.
She moved up and put my boner somewhere on her tit. She made me cum some more. I was floating somewhere in my mind….
I pulled her up and held her and felt her body. Her pussy was wet as my leg….I can’t describe how that felt. Next time I had to have sex with her, she was driving me crazy for her. She gently licked my face as I kissed her beautiful hair….she smelled like popcorn…I wanted to take her home and hide her in my bedroom forever…..
After school each day we went our separate ways. Him to my house, and me to his. It was our two hours of heaven. Jan and I would get naked and she showed me how to lick a pussy. I was livid with desire to fuck her. She showed me what 69,68,71 and 11 meant and we did that a lot…..
I was waiting for the big one, to really fuck her.
That day we were so hot and panting with our kissing and licking, she got me on top of her and said panting:…”…fuck me now Bevis, fuck me now!…” It was finally happening. She raised her legs way up and we both put my cock & balls in her wet pussy. She had told me to finger a girl’s clit while you fucked her. I did she said…Ouch!!!!
We started fucking as the world stopped. Her legs came across my back as he kept licking my face and moaning. We fucked together as our bodies started making a slapping sound as we speeded up. I started losing my breath as she made putt putt noises.
My mind went blank….I started cuming in her as we both took off …aa..aa…out of this world. She was pulling my hair and moaning as her pussy massaged my shooting cock. I went nuts.
We kept fucking until we got to weak to move the …..aaa….is that a Mega Death song?
Jan….
What started out as a fun little ‘boy toy’ for me had all changed now. He was now my own lover and I held him to keep. When we came together all the world stopped and love took over us. I couldn’t even’ moan it felt so good. I locked my body around his and held on tight. He was mine to keep and I was one happy girl. We squirmed our bodies slowly together and let the ultimate feelings just flow between us…..he was the mostest loving guy alive to me…he softly played the tuba to me as I drifted in his world…..
Bevis…
Meg and I were animals now. The minute I set foot in her house we locked up kissing and dropped to the living room floor. I loved to put my hand up her dress and feel her warm pussy.
….This overwhelming rush we got was thrilling to us. I would say: “Meg, your mine. I like you so much I have to have you close to me 24/7. She would almost black out with those words. She said: “…my god, your just a love animal!…your never leaving this house….(big gasp..) No guy ever loved me like you do. “…..
Meg…..
He was shaking up my soul and I wanted it shook up. All my planning for our first sex was gone. He was pulling my panties down as I pull his shorts down. We had to fuck, and fuck right now. I Held his big warm cock and open my legs wide open. He pushed and in it went.
Now it was happening and fast. I was the hottest I’d ever been in my life. I wrapped my legs around his and we both became two wild animals in heat.
…. Oh god…. the feelings were running wild in me as he began to growl and lick me hard. I jammed my tongue in his mouth and we let our tongues fight it out. Every cell in my body wanted him in me. I may have hurt him squeezing him so tight….I just don’t remember.
It built up…and up…. , and then I squealed as I climaxed and shook all over. He let out a groan and we felt his cum flood my pussy. Every part of me trembled as he pushed in my pussy deep. I had grabbed his shirt and ripped it. He pulled my hair and licked me as I saw bright lights go off in my head. My body was fucking him but my mind was gone to heaven. We stayed locked together as the last cum spasms shot in me…..I think…I wasn’t sure of anything right now ….except I had him in my arms…and he was licking me.
We stayed right where we were as it got dark. We didn’t want it to ever end…his cock never went down as we continued fucking all night long…..
I walked out in the front yard that afternoon to take a fuck break. I left Butthead in his euphoric dream nap in my bed. I had on a long house dress, with nothing on underneath. Here comes Jan in a long thin dress. I could tell she was naked under it. She slowly strolled over to me. We began to giggle. She stepped close and said: “I’ve stolen your son, and I‘m keeping him.”
We smiled. I said: “I’ve stolen your brother and I‘m not giving him back.“ We giggled again and agreed… it was a beautiful theft.
*In the next few months everything began to change. One night Bevis crawled in his mom’s bed with her. He got on top of her. He said: “Mom, I know all about girls now. Now let me show ’you’ how to tongue kiss….”
…. Meg froze at first and then the tingles set in. Slowly her arms went around him and all the rules….well her mind went…blank.
Across the street Jan quietly went in Butthead’s bedroom as he was wanking under the covers. She smiled and crawled under the covers with him. She got on top of him and said: “…let me show you a better way to do that.”
She reached down and put his little wiener in her pussy. His arms came up and felt her big tit. He then grabbed her butt cheeks firm and pulled his wiener in tight to her. He whispered to her:
(“..aaa…let me show ‘you’ a few things, sis.”)

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how me and mom became lovers

Since here I am faceless, I will share the activities of my family. First let me say that my older sister introduced me to sex, when I was only four years of age. At age twelve, my sister 17, mom caught us fucking one night, disciplined, and forbade us” from ever doing that again”.
Needless to say we just stopped “doing it” when everyone was home, but those stories are for later.
First I’d like to share, how the strict disciplinarian would eventually become my girlfriend.
my story begins when I was 21 and my mom was 40 years of age, she was always beautiful, with a youthful appearance, and an ass so sexy, all of my friends would tell me just how much they would love to fuck my mother.
The summer of 1986 my mom was just not going out, to work, and the market, but that was all.
and believe me she had a different man every month, after she and my dad split, she fucked anyone who came by from salesmen to repairmen, even the reupholdstere, but she was different, she would come, home we would eat, she would shower, drink and go to sleep.
One night after mom had finished off a half pint of Hennesey, I walked into her room to check on her, she was out like a light,sleeping on her belly I was curious, so I pulled her sheets back to look at that fabulous ass, a look not being enough I reached down, and I touched her ass, my legs were trembling by then, she was so drunk she did not even stir.
I stuck my face in between her legs and started licking her, nothing, no moans, or movement, I lapped her ass, and her pussy like a dog, then I decided I might as well fuck her. I am well endowed with 8and 3/4 inches and I wanted to place it all inside my mother.
I pulled my pants down at the knees positioned myself over her, between her legs, when Istuck my dick inside my mom, the joy was overwheming, it felt better than anything I had ever experienced or ever will in my life, even fucking my sister. I was so excited you can imagine I I didn’t last long,after cumming, I got up mezmerized at the sight of my cum dripping out of my mom, I took off my shirt and wiped it off not thinking about the other gobs stil in her, that were to exit here vagina, and reveal my crime.
The following evening, we followed the same routine, we ate together, small talk, she showers, drinks and goes to bed. Again I walk in her room, only this time I’m fully nude she was on her back, again I touched her, shaking her leg, calling out “mom, mom are you woke” , to make sure that she was sleep.
Again I’m in my moms bed, inbetween her legs, sucking her pussy, pulling up the hood to reveal and lick her clit, running my tounge up and down her cunt, snaking my way to her asshole, only to start again at the top, after almost 30 minutes of this, I decided it was time to stick my dick into this beautiful woman, again after positioning myself over her, my long big black dick, half way inside of her, she suddenly, frightfully, shouts “What the hell are you doing”?
I felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a Mack truck, something had just taken hold of me, and I didn’t even answer, I just grabbed her wrists, continued to pummel her with my dick, and kissed her full in the mouth every time she began to speak,not knowing, worrying, or caring whether they were words of elation or condemnation. I knew she was mine, when I grabbed her legs, and placed them over my shoulders and slowly churned my dick insided of her right to left, left to right,
peering into her eyes only to see love, then she took control, got on her knees and said I like it from behind. I told her to tell me to “fuck me like a dog”.
She looked at me with those loving eyes, and whispered “baby” .my face blank, I said to her “tell my to fuck you like a dog”. She took it one step further,” please baby, fuck your mother like a dog”
thats when I knew that that pussy was mine, when ever I wanted it and that is how me and my mom became lovers

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bathroom brake

Me and my friends are tight, we hang out alot, and play jokes on each other. Thats mostly what we do, play jokes. Sometimes there harmless, but other times they can be pretty embarrasing. we were at a restaurant in new york last year and they decided to change the signs on the bathroom doors. you would think i would of noticed when a woman walked out right before i went in, but i didn’t.
The bathroom didn’t look too much diferent from the usual guys room so i guess thats why i didn’t notice, or maybe i just really had to go. any way when i did walk in the first thing i noticed was it smelled like sweet pussy in the room. despite the smell i still had to go. it hit me that i was in the women’s room when i relised that there were no urinals only stalls. but since i was already here and relising the joke my friends were playing, i figured heres as good a place as any to go. so i went into one of the stalls. as i was going i heard a faint muffled cry. i tryed to not think about it but i couldnt help it. looking at the stall wall i saw a hole in it.
i figured what the hell i might as well find out what was going on in the next stall. as i peered through what i saw, amazed me. here in the stall of a womens room in the middle of a restaurant was a girl masterbating. i coulnt help but look on as she rubbed her little twat like a mad. she was hot too, wich made it all even better. she had blonde hair , she was skinny, the athletic type, she was probably about 5’8 judging with her sitting. she was placed at the very edge of the seat, leaning back, with her leggs folded back, so that her ankles were near her face. this gave me a perfect view of her glistening pussy. it looked so juicy from were i neeled looking through the whole. with all this going on i couldn’t help but take my own cock out and jerk off at the magnificant site before me. as far as i can remember ive always had a big cock, when hard it reached a full 10 inches.
now stroking my rock hard cock trying not make any sounds as i didnt want to disrupt my view. she had her entire finger nuckle deep now in her pussy sloshing away. she was dripping pussy juice all over the place. it was dripping down over her asshole and on to the floor. speeding up now she was neerly reaching climax. thats when i got the idea to stick my cock through the whole and see if she was a cumslut too.
at first it startled her not knowing what she should do. plus she realised that someone was watching her little show. she was so hot and horny and the sight of my cock now glistening with precum drew her over the edge. she came with thundering moans.her pussy juices spilled out around her finger and all down her cheeks. weak and feeling kind of humiliated from the whole ordeal, she slid of the toilet and got to her nees. my dick just inces away from her mouth i could feel the warm breath touch it. grasping it with her hand she decided that she wanted to suck my dick dry. feeling her warm hand touch my tool made me hotter than ever and i couldnt wait for more. she slowly at first took my cock in her mouth. licking every inch of the head and the gulping down my shaft. she worked my shaft with her hand while her mouth sucked my head. i could tell she had done this before, the way she just new how to please me was amazing. i couldnt believe their was a woman i hadnt even met before on the other side of the wall sucking me off. thats when she deepthrouated my 10 inch cock. this threw me over the edge and i spewed my hot cum down her throught. she could barelly keep it all in her mouth.gulping down the last of it she used her tongue to clean of my still hardened dick. getting another idea i took my dick out of the whole, and im almost certain i heard her mutter a cry of sadness. with my pants still around my ankles i opened the stall door and walked out. i tapped gently on her door, my fears of weather or not she would open the door were answered by the sound of the lock being turned. opening the door i stood there for a moment admiring the sight of this woman sitting on the toilet, her pussy juices all over her legs( not to mention the floor) and drops of my cum still on her chin wich she was still eagerlly trying to get at. i entered her stall closing and locking the door behind me she gave me an intense look af want of need, and i new i had her.
i picked her up and moved to were she had just been sitting, i could feel her cum on the seat but i didnt care because i had other things to worry about. she sat down on my lap and i took her tit in my mouth. gently sucking and nibbling at it, it tasted so good, my hand now caressing her other nipple rubbimg het tit,with passion. she took her tit from my mouth and stood up then she moved so that her love hole was just above my cock. she slowly dropped into my lap. we both moaned as my cock pierced her lips and continued to bury itself deeper in her fuck box. with my full 10 inches inside her she sat there for a moment feeling me inside her. the she began to work my cock back out, then in again. i started pumping too but she did most of the work. i could feel my cock stretching her pussy open, she was now neering orgasm as i buried the full length of my dick inside her. she trembled and shook as she game with her pussy juices spilling out around my cock. as she erupte in another orgasm i cummed deep inside her love tunnel, spilling my seed. we both layed there in each others arms. she was still on top of me and my cock now flacid was still inside her. we cleaned up and she gave me her number, and told me we should do this again, i agreed and walked out the door. when i got back to the table my friends had a good laugh at the joke they had just pulled, but i just smiled, because i knew i had gotten the last laugh and it was well worth it.

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My Two Wives (Part 1) Carol

MY TWO WIVES PART I
Chapter 1
JACK’S NARATIVE
I first met Carol when she was a virginal 16 and I 19. We got on well together and after dating for a couple of years got married when she reached 18. She was no stunner, but was very attractive, 5 feet 6 inches tall, slightly over weight but not fat, with a beautifully proportioned figure. In fact she had the best breasts I had ever seen, or felt – beautifully firm and shapely.
She had always been a bit of a flirt, ever since we met. Even on our wedding day I saw her chatting and exchanging jokes with Graham, my cousin, but it wasn’t serious.
The first occasion I became just a little suspicious was after we had been married about a year. We had this neighbour, Mike, who visited us on occasional evenings for a drink and a chat. The one memorable thing about Mike was that he smoked a particular brand of cigarettes and always used matches, instead a lighter. At the time I worked as a junior executive with a British oil company in their London office and had to be away from home regularly for up to a week on business. On one Friday when I arrived home from such a trip the first thing Carol wanted to do was fuck – I hardly had time to take my shoes off! After an hour or so of vigorous sex we sat down for a meal and I immediately spotted a pack of the brand of cigarettes Mike smoked and a box of matches on a small table beside an armchair. I pointed them out to Carol and asked her if Mike had been round. She said he hadn’t but that she’d taken up smoking and had bought the same brand. After our meal she sat and smoked one of the cigarettes but didn’t look completely comfortable doing it. I never saw the cigarettes after that evening and she never tried smoking again. As I said, I was a little suspicious but gave her the benefit of the doubt and never mentioned the occasion again. Mike continued to visit us but I never again saw any evidence of him visiting the house when I was away from home.
About a year later I obtained a transfer to one of our company’s depots in Singapore and of course Carol came with me. We made friends quickly with the British expats and the local Chinese community and had regular dinner and drinks parties at our various apartments. Following one of these at our apartment, where we had had a good time and plenty to drink, all the guests had departed except for Gordon, a senior executive with a rival oil company. Gordon was a Scotsman 35, divorced, and a keen rugby player. He was big, over six feet tall, broad and muscular. We saw him as a close friend who had stayed the night in our apartment many times after our parties, and it was planned that he should do so again this time. We continued to drink and to talk, Carol sitting in one of the armchairs and Gordon and I sitting on the large couch. After a while I had to go for a piss and left Carol and Gordon still chatting. When I returned Carol had joined Gordon on the couch and they were deep in conversation about a future rugby match. The only place I could sit, if I wanted to avoid sitting across the room in the armchair, was on the couch beside Carol, with Gordon on the other side of her. Carol by the way was wearing a Chinese style, knee length silk dress with thigh high slits up both sides. I mention this because of what I saw a few minutes after I sat down. Gordon had his hand through the slit on his side and was gently running his hand up and down Carol’s upper thigh – and she wasn’t stopping him. I have to admit that this turned me on, a result of the drink I suppose, so I started doing the same through the slit on my side. After a little while the rugby match was forgotten and we were both running our hands up and down Carol’s thighs, to her panties and beyond. We took it slowly but it wasn’t very long before we had Carol’s dress bunched up around her waist, her panties round her ankles and Gordon and me taking turns to finger her wet slit while she played with our cocks. This went on all night, the only variation coming when Gordon unbuttoned Carol’s dress down the front and got her tits out. No fucking – just vigorous fingering, tit fondling and the wonderful experience of having our cocks played with simultaneously! In the morning we showered, separately, had breakfast and none of us mentioned what had happened the night before – we were all a little embarrassed I think.
Chapter 2
The next time we saw Gordon was a couple of weeks later at a party given at a local hotel by David, the Far East Chief Executive of the oil company Gordon worked for. The party was a great success, plenty of good food and wine and dancing to follow. Carol, as usual on these occasions, was very popular on the dance floor, especially with David and Gordon who both spent most of the evening at our table and danced with Carol almost exclusively. I didn’t dance, preferring to spend most of the time over a few drinks with pals, but Carol was an expert and looked pretty spectacular on the dance floor in her blue full-length evening dress. In this dress, which was strapless, her tits looked even better than usual and being tight and floor length, it looked as though her legs went right up to her shoulders! The party closed at 2:00am and we all made our way home.
On the Monday morning David telephoned me at my office and invited me to join him for lunch at one of the best restaurants in Singapore. After a very good meal, and a drink or two, David offered me a job as a senior executive with his company! I was totally amazed. This meant a 70% increase in pay, a prestige company car and a more generous rent allowance! He warned me though that there would be conditions and that I should read the contract he passed to me very carefully before I signed it. Now I expected some conditions to be attached to such a job, longer hours, more travel away from home perhaps, but I didn’t expect what I read in the small print. I was to grant David and Gordon full permission to borrow my wife as a condition of the agreement! The terms were all set out. She was to be available to them any time they wanted her. She could be instructed to visit David’s office or apartment at any time, given a few hours’ notice, for him to do with as he wished. He could even offer her services to friends if he so desired. David – and Gordon – also had the right to visit her at our apartment, either together or separately (or send friends or business associates), to have sex with her there. I didn’t know what to say. It was one heck of a job and meant a lot of money and prestige, and the idea of them having sex with Carol didn’t disgust me as it should – after all that night spent with Gordon fingering her had really turned me on – but what would she say? She’d refuse certainly. No amount of money and prestige would persuade her to agree to being shared with two other men and their friends! At the moment I really needed the scotch that David offered me. After a few minutes David asked me what I thought of the contract. Well what could I say, I already had a boner just thinking of the idea of David and Gordon fucking Carol and would happily sign the contract, but I wouldn’t even dare to raise the subject with her. She’d kill me. When I told David that I would be happy to accept the conditions set out, but I just didn’t know how I could raise the subject with Carol – he just laughed! He had already discussed the plan with her during the party, while she masterbated his and Gordon’s cocks under the table! She had accepted without hesitation.
That evening when I returned to our apartment, Carol was all smiles. She had already heard from David that I had signed the contract. We discussed the new arrangement for a long time and agreed that while this was the start of a whole new episode in our lives it shouldn’t diminish our love for each other and, anyway, it looked like being fun. At about 9:30 she received a letter from David delivered by hand, giving her instructions. She wouldn’t let me read it but explained some of its contents. Firstly my new job was confirmed. David would square things with my current employer to enable me to start immediately. I was to take over my new office and new duties the following morning. Now to Carol, she was to be ready at all times to receive a call from David inviting her to join him at short notice. She was to dress as instructed (she was even offered a very generous clothing allowance by David) and arrive at exactly the time specified. As for any further Instructions Carol would tell me nothing except that I was not invited to attend any of these sessions but could participate in any of those taking place at our own apartment.
The following evening, Tuesday, at about 10:30 we were both sitting reading when the doorbell rang. It was Gordon. He took Carol to one side and whispered to her while he stroked her inner thigh through her skirt. He wanted to take advantage of the visit clause in our contract – that night he was going to join us in bed! Well I had signed the contract, and the contract did allow for these visits, so there was nothing to be said. I guessed that the best way to start the proceedings, which were totally new to us, was with a good stiff drink. While I was preparing them Gordon had joined Carol on the couch and continued caressing her thigh over her skirt. I joined them on the other side of Carol and handed both their drinks. I should point out here that Carol was wearing a knee length yellow cotton skirt, white tee shirt with no bra and, as was usual in the apartment, had bare legs and bare feet. Gordon continued to stroke Carol’s thigh as he took a few sips from his drink but then, putting his drink down, pulled her towards him, ran his hand inside her tee shirt, over her breasts and started to kiss her neck with great passion. This lasted just a couple of minutes before he stood up and told her to stand so he could see her properly. Grabbing the waistband of her tee shirt he gently pulled it up over her breasts, over her head and off, dropping it onto the floor at her feet. After caressing her naked breasts for a while he reached down and unzipped her skirt. This joined the tee shirt on the floor. She was now naked except for her tiny white cotton bikini panties that just covered her pussy and clearly showed a shadow of her light brown pubic hair. When they both sat down again Gordon’s hand went down inside the waistband at the front of Carol’s panties and started to caress her pubic mound and the mouth of her pussy. Not to be left out, my hand soon joined Gordon’s in her panties and we both gave her a thorough fingering. She spent the next ten minutes with as many as two of Gordon’s fingers and two of mine inside her at the same time and was getting soaking wet. She then suggested we go to bed!
Gordon and I were stripped in no time and joined Carol in bed, with her still wearing her white panties. After a further few minutes of fingering Carol, Gordon moved down in the bed and gently slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down over her hips (which she helpfully raised for him), down her legs and off. He gave the wet crotch of her panties a sniff before dropping them off the side of the bed. Carol was now laying on her back with her knees in the air and her legs wide open displaying her beautiful pussy to our view. Gordon was the first to fuck her. He climbed between her thighs, aimed his cock at her soaking wet hole and then stopped. He was just touching her but made no move to get inside. Occasionally he would move his cock forward and rub the end of it up and down her slit and then move back again. This was driving Carol wild! She was soaking wet and desperate for a good fucking – and Gordon was just playing with her. This continued for a few minutes with Carol moaning and moving her head from side to side in frustration. She then said something that I had never heard her say before. “Fuck me – for God’s sake please! Fuck me – now!” That was his cue. Gordon shot his hips forward and his whole length went inside her in one vicious thrust! His stamina was truly amazing. In, out, in, out. He would often withdraw the whole length and plunge it right back in again. By this time I had moved down the bed and was watching his cock plunging in and out of my wife’s pulsating cunt. Carol was in ecstasy – I lost count after 5 orgasms! He kept on fucking her at this rate for half an hour and his grunts and her orgasmic yells filled the room. All of a sudden he speeded up and plunged even deeper. He was cumming, and so was she! Her scream as they both climaxed could have been heard in every apartment in the block! He kept his cock inside her for a few more minutes, still plunging in and out slowly, and when he did withdraw about half a gallon of their combined juices leaked onto the bed just below her still twitching hole.
It was now my turn. Fuck! – How could I compete with that? My first thought was to mop up some of the juices still pouring from her. With that lot still in there I wouldn’t be able to feel a thing! A handful of tissues wiped round and inside her pussy cleared most of it. I now climbed on top and pushed in. She encouraged me by squeezing the sides of her cunt and letting out a groan as I fed my cock into her, but I wasn’t fooled. Gordon’s dick is no bigger than mine, about 7 inches long but he has the stamina I don’t have. After the furious fuck she had just received from Gordon my effort must have seemed pretty puny. It only took about 5 minutes for me to start to cum and, although she let out a faint yell, I felt a bit of a failure. After a husband and wifely cuddle I turned over and went to sleep – but not for very long. Within less than an hour Gordon had Carol on her knees on the edge of the bed and was again pumping away at her, this time doggy style. Again, but after just about 15 minutes this time, Carol let out another of her orgasmic yells. When Gordon had fucked her for the third time in just a couple of hours I gave up and moved to the spare room, I couldn’t compete with that! After Gordon left at 10:00 am Carol told me he had fucked her five times that night, in many different positions, each time just as spectacular as the first.
We were both too worn out to fuck on Wednesday night. Tuesday had left me drained and Carol very sore. I just massaged and sucked her naked breasts for a while as she stroked my cock until we fell asleep.
Chapter 3
Thursday was different. This would be our chance to fuck on our own, as Gordon had said we were unlikely to be disturbed, so we decided to make it special. After a good meal and a few drinks we each took a shower and Carol disappeared into the spare room to dress in something exotic. Man, when she came back into the main bedroom my cock almost exploded. She had put on a black basque, black stockings and garter belt and very brief, see through, panties. We got down to it straight away and I am pleased to say that, although my effort might not have been up to Gordon’s standard, she did let out a yell as we climaxed together. We even managed two more sessions that night so I was very proud of myself!
We now come to Friday. Carol received a telephone call from David at about 7:30 in the morning, she wasn’t out of bed yet, ordering her to report to his office at 9:30 sharp. There were other instructions as well but she refused to tell me what they were. I had to leave for work in my new job at 8:00 so didn’t see her again until I returned home later in the day.
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CAROL’S STORY
The call from David took me by surprise, I hadn’t expected to hear from him so early in the day, but of course, orders are orders. And his orders were very precise. I was to dress for a formal business meeting, with certain refinements, report to his secretary at 9:30 and announce myself as Miss Willis. His secretary would then show me into David’s private office. The only outfit I had in my wardrobe suitable for a formal business meeting was a dark blue skirt suit, so that’s what I chose to wear. After a shower I dressed in the under clothing specified – a black bra, dark tan stockings, black garter belt and lacy black panties. When I slipped into the white blouse and suit skirt and jacket I looked just the part for a formal business meeting.
As instructed I reported to David’s secretary at exactly 9:30 and announced myself as Miss Willis. The secretary, a very pretty tall blonde was expecting me. “Oh good morning Miss Willis, Mr Shaw is expecting you, please follow me”. (That was the first time I had heard David’s surname mentioned – everyone just called him ‘David’.) David’s office was big, about 20 feet by 20 feet with a lush thick pile carpet, velvet drapes and very expensive looking wall covering. There was a large conference table in the middle of the room with about a dozen chairs set around it, two plush couches, and a few armchairs against the walls. In one corner there was also an impressive large oak desk. This is where David was sitting. He directed me to sit in one of the armchairs and offered me a long cooling drink. “Thank you for being so prompt Miss Willis, I appreciate business colleagues being punctual”. (What was all this about I thought, maintaining the Miss Willis name even when we were alone?) I was soon to learn. “Carol, and that is the last time I shall call you that today, I have asked you to come along today to take part in a crucial business meeting. Those attending are senior executives from the international business community, some of who are vitally important to this company. Your job today is not to take part in that conference but to gratify the sexual needs of the people attending.” David went on, “As the conference gets underway you will be under the table sucking cocks. You will suck every cock in turn starting at the top left hand corner there and work your way round until they have all have cum in your mouth”. “Do you understand that?” What else could I say, I was looking forward to this. I said “Yes, Mr Shaw”. I was then told to get under the table on my knees to await the delegates.
So there I was under the table as the conference members started to take their seats, all twelve of them! As I moved over to the corner of the table that David had indicated I should start I noticed that zippers were being lowered all around me and cocks pulled out. Some were flaccid still and some were beginning to erect in anticipation – so here I go. I began by gently stroking the end of the first, a good-sized circumcised penis, with my thumb and forefinger, concentrating on the underside. Within a few seconds of this the penis began to twitch and gradually become half-erect. That’s when I closed my lips around it and ran my tongue along the underside. Very soon it was fully erect so I commenced a vigorous sucking action, running my tongue along the whole length. As I did so the man concerned sat a little further forward on his chair so that I could get more of his cock into my mouth. He was now filling my mouth with a good six inches of throbbing flesh. Apart from the general hum of conversation from the conference the man made no sound as I continued to stroke his balls with my hand and suck his penis down to the root. After no more than a few minutes of this I felt his balls tighten and his penis start to twitch. He then filled my mouth with a copious amount of his semen. I carried on sucking for a while, making sure I had every drop, and then gulped and swallowed the lot. Still without making a sound the man slipped his penis back into his pants and sat back into his chair. As I moved on to the next I noticed that all the men were now becoming erect and my work on them was fairly routine. A vigorous sucking, an ejaculation, a swallow and it was all over. That is until I came to number twelve. Now this penis I recognised. It was a good size, about nine inches long and fat with an un-circumcised bulbous head. I hadn’t seen it before but I do remember playing with it once under the table at a recent party – it was David! I was going to give this one special treatment. I sucked it very gently for what seemed like hours, then stopped, and then started again. This went on for ages before I finally let David release his load. And what a load it was! My mouth was full and his semen had started dribbling down my chin before I slowly let David’s discharge slide down my throat. (By the way, I hope semen isn’t fattening. I must have swallowed a good quart under that table!)
Now what was I to do? They were still talking business and all penises had been put away There was nothing left for me to but to stay here on my knees and wait. And wait I did for another half-hour. At the end of that time I was aware that they were getting up from the table and moving away. As soon as they were settled I heard David call, “You can come out now Miss Willis”. I was relieved to do just that. My knees were sore and I was getting cramp in my calves. As I stood up I saw twelve men, and David, sitting on the couch and various arm chairs around the office. David handed me another long cooling drink and invited me to take a walk round the office to stretch my legs and restore the circulation. As I did this the remainder carried on talking, entirely of business, as though nothing had happened so recently under the table. After about five minutes of my leg stretching, David said something to the gathering, which I didn’t catch, and they started to take all their clothes off! When they were naked David turned to me. “Thank you Miss Willis for all you have done for us during this meeting it was much appreciated, perhaps you would now be good enough to remove your panties, pull your skirt around your waist and get back on your knees”. It sounded like a quite pleasant request but was, I was sure, an order. So I did as instructed. I was expecting one of the men to come up behind me to fuck me – but no. The person I saw approaching me over my shoulder was David’s secretary! She had obviously come into the office without me seeing her. As she knelt down behind me I felt her fingers sliding up and down my slit and then she slowly inserted a couple of them into the mouth of my vagina. She was extremely gentle and her fingers sliding in and out, with her thumb massaging my clitoris, were turning me on. A woman had never fondled me this way before and she was good at it, she knew exactly where to stroke and where to poke. As I started to climax she moved away and her place was taken by one of the men. As he got down behind me he forced me legs further apart and shoved his penis straight into my pussy and began to pump away. Thanks to the secretary’s efforts I started to orgasm almost immediately and continued to do so for almost the whole time the man was fucking me. After a few minutes the man spasmed, grunted and poured his load of semen inside me. When he climbed off me he moved around to my face and gestured for me to open my mouth. As I took his still erect cock into my mouth another man replaced him at my back and commenced his vigorous fucking. This continued until all had fucked and been sucked. It was now David’s turn. As David got onto his knees behind me he beckoned to his secretary – who had been standing beside his desk fully clothed – to come over. As she did so I saw her lift her skirt above her waist and remove her panties. As she lay on the carpet in front of me, with her knees up and pussy open it became clear what I was supposed to do. As David pushed his penis into me from behind I was to use my mouth on his secretary’s cunt. This was something I had never even considered doing before but it was most enjoyable. As David pounded into me from behind I was forced forward with my tongue pushed ever tighter and deeper into the secretary’s neatly trimmed sweet smelling and sweet tasting pussy. After they had both had their orgasms – David just one (but oh, what a load he deposited into me) and the secretary about four, I was told to get tidied up and leave. As I stood up I started to put on my panties. “No, Miss Willis – I’ll take the panties” he ordered. “Every time you come to my office you will arrive with panties, but leave without them. Like you, your worn panties belong to me”. I slid them off my legs, handed them to him and drove home.
Chapter 4
JACK’S NARATIVE
As time went by Carol became more and more David’s property. I was still allowed to sleep with her, and fuck her – on the odd occasions she felt so inclined – but now I was never allowed to be present when David or Gordon fucked her. On these occasions, which were happening two or three times a week now, I was banished to the spare bedroom with the master bedroom locked against me. We never knew when David or Gordon might turn up now either – they just turned up without notice. This applied to our other visitors as well. A total stranger, or several strangers, would just arrive with a note from David instructing Carol to take care of them. Once it was two Chinese men, one about fifty and his son of twenty or so. They spent a whole weekend taking it in turns to fuck Carol almost constantly, day and night. They allowed me to watch, but not to take part or to share our bed with them. She had to remain naked all weekend and had to be ready to fuck at any time they wanted her. All through the night in our bed, one after the other, over the kitchen table during breakfast, in the shower, and against the bedroom wall. In fact anywhere, any time. Once even over the back of the couch while they watched a game show on TV! After that two-day session she had to phone David to ask for a few days off – her pussy was so sore it bled.
She was still visiting David in his office about every two weeks or so to suck and be fucked by his business associates and various friends. On most of these occasions she came back exhausted but well satisfied. There is no doubt she was enjoying all this attention and the multitude of cock she was getting. But things were certainly not the same between the two of us and after a while we decided to split up. I would leave Singapore and hand over total ownership of Carol to David and Gordon. In exchange I could keep my new job on condition I made the arrangements for a divorce as soon as I got back to the UK – which I did.
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CAROL’S STORY
After ‘J’ agreed to the divorce, and that I should stay with David and Gordon, I told him a few of my secrets. Like our wedding reception for instance. When ‘J’ and I had been married for barely an hour I was bent over a table in a storeroom at the hotel with my wedding dress over my back, my panties round my ankles and ‘J’s cousin Graham pushing his engorged prick into my eager vagina. I was surprised ‘J’ didn’t guess the truth when he fucked me a couple of hours later – he must have thought my excess wetness was all his doing.
I also told him about Mike our neighbour of a few years ago. Whenever ‘J’ went away on business, which happened often, I would ring our neighbour Mike and invite him over. He used to spend every night of ‘J’s absence at our house where we would fuck like crazy in our bed, in the bath, on the stairs and even over the kitchen sink. Mike, the stupid bastard, almost ruined everything once by leaving his cigarettes and matches behind – but I managed to smoke our way out of that cockup. (That cigarette I had to smoke was awful by the way – filthy habit!) ‘J’ can be damn stupid at times as well – fancy believing I had taken up smoking! Our sessions continued though, every time that ‘J’ was away from home – until we moved to Singapore.
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I fucked my cousin.

Kirsten was a pretty girl. She was Blonde, 13 years old and has a body to die for. She has nice long legs and supple for such a young age as puberty has been very generous to her, developing her petite frame into a thing of beauty. And I knew that Kirsten my virgin cousin had to be mine.
There we were out in my dads motor home that was parked behind the house. Kirsten was wearing a white tank top that hugged her body very snuggly and emphazised her hips which was adorned in a black mini skirt that was very short but not short enough in my opinion. She has beautiful blue eyes and silky Blondel hair that fell to her to shoulders in a golden curtain. Her flip flops were on the floor discarded and forgotten.
Her clothes showed off all of her best features. Her supple breasts strained against the white cotton fabric of her top and her mini showed lots of soft smooth thighs that I just wanted to take a bite out of. Her bum was heart shaped and remained teasingly concealed by the black fabric.
“So you can sleep out here as there isn’t a spare bed in the house.” I said eyeing her teenage body. “I’m sure you will be comfortable”
“Looks nice enough” she said looking around and bending over and looking under the table, unkowningly presenting her juicy teenage ass to me in the most alluring way. “This table folds into a bed right?”
“Yes but the back bed is much more comfortable” I supplied “do you need any more blankets or pillows?”
“No that’s fine, but there is something…” she began
“What is it?” I asked.
She continued in a rather embarrassed tone “well I’m abit scared sleeping out here all by myself, do you think you can sleep out here with me?” I looked at her and I remembered that despite her very well developed features she was still very young. It showed in her eyes as they were full of innocence that only the young and ignorant have. And this little girl was scared sleeping in this old creaky motor home.
“Sure” I said, ” ill get the table bed” and we turned for the night.
I a glorious dream that night and Kirsten was in. The dream was hot and steamy but before it got to the good part I was awaken by the sound of thunder and the tapping of rain on the roof: it was storming.
I looked down to see my stiff dock straining against the fabric of my pants and I desperately needed relief. I got up and quietly walked to the back bed were Kirsten was sleeping. She was laying on her side under the covers and I stood there for a moment looking at her sleep. I thought of the dream and I wish it would have gone on longer. I looked her curves under the covers and I can see them move has if she was breathing deeply and contently has if sleeping soundly.
I reached over and gently slid the covers off of her and I savored the sight.
She was laying on her side and her mini skirt had ridden up on her hips while she tossed and turned and her ass was completely exsposed to me. She was wearing white cottons undies tho I wish she had chosen for a thong instead. I gently reached out and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, her skin was baby smooth and was delightful to touch. My cock was demanding that I continue so I obliged.
I caressed he thigh and slid my hand to her ass cheek and gripped it with my thumb spreading her ass a little. Her panties were in the way so I pulled up on the the fabric, the cotton digging into her ass cheeks emphasizing her teenage Pussy
I grabbed her ass with both hands spreading her cheeks and gently rubbing my thumbs over her slit and asshole, I looked up and despite my groping she was still sound asleep. I hooked my finger under the fabric covering her pussy (which was slightly damp) and uncovered her Pubic mound.
Her pussy was the tastiest looking shade of pink I have ever seen and her pussy lips were smooth and her cunthole looked so tight I reasoned that I would barely be able to fit one finger in it. She had a small tuft of hair above her clit. Her pussy was slightly moist and I bent over to take in the aroma and she smelled so arousing. I extended my tongue and licked her slit lightly and then pulled back and went for my pocket and grabbed my pill bottle. I grabbed two “magic ” pills and made her swallow them. She swallowed them without much trouble and slumbered on. I was intending to use this sweet little virgin cunt in every way possible and I needed her compliant, thus the drugs.
I rubbed her slit with a finger and the concoction of drugs I gave her was starting to kick in. Soon my finger was soaked and I pushed a finger into her fresh 13 year old pussy. Kirsten cringed abit and moaned softly under her breath her legs spreading slightly. I spread her legs and rolled her on her back and pressed my tongue to her clit lapping up her love juices that were soaking my finger as I pushed it in shallowly as I didn’t want to break her hymen just yet. I continued that way for abit. Kirstens panties were getting in the way so j slid them over her thighs and off her legs and stuffed them in my pocket. I licked her vigorously until her breathing became ragged and her sweet 13 year old fuck hole tighten around my finger and squirted abit around my finger I withdrew my finger and sucked on it savoring the taste.
I crawled up the bed unzipping my pants and pulling out my throbing cock. I went to her head and pinched her nose to force her to open her mouth and I slid the head of my member past her lips and slid in and out of her mouth. Ive always imagined doing naughty things to Kirsten but Actually fulfilling my fantasy like this was arousing to the Max and I picked up the pace abit rubbing my cock against her cheek and tongue.
Her eyes were slitted open as if she were still asleep and I new with her drug addled brain that I would need to be much more rough to wake her.
I gently fucked her mouth a bit longer her saliva was coating my cock and running down her cheek onto the bed. I was getting closed to coming so I changed her position. She was on her back with he head hanging off the bed the classic throatfuck position. I slid my cock into her mouth and started thrusting. Her tongue was caressing the top of my cock. The pleasure was so intense I started fucking mouth deeper and deeper but I bottomed out at the back of her mouth her her mouth was so small she could only fit 2/3rds of my Dick and I need more. I started thrusting harder and harder and then she took my cock in her half awake state all the way into her throat I throatfucked her as hard as I could without hurting her for the next 10 minutes her eyes were wide now but instead of panic or disgust at what was happening she had only lust and longing for the drugs I gave her kept her in a euphoric state insentially turning my 13 year old virgin cousin into a sex starved cockslut. She was moaning onto my cock and that pushed me over the edge and my cock fire hosed my hot sticky seed into her throat I came a lot and it filled up her mouth and overflowed it, some cum oozed out around my cock and down her forhead I withdrew my cock and a few more strands of jizz flew up and landed on her cleavage and neck giving her a pearl necklace and staining her white tank top.
I laid on the bed panting Kirsten was doing the same trying to catch her breath back. She had a glazed look kn her eyes and I could tell that the little 13 yearold was still fully aroused and would do whatever I told her.
“Kirsten” I said she turned her cum splattered face towards me and regarded me with lust filled eyes. “Your mine now and from this day forth your are my little blond fuckdoll”
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Haircut Appointment

I have to tell you what happened today.
I went to get my hair trimmed today during my lunch break. I really enjoy getting a haircut because it is very relaxing. For a change someone pampers me, even if for a short while and I am paying them. I like the salon I go to because it is all young women working there and the environment is very open and well lit. They also do spa-type services there like massages and tanning.
The woman that always cuts my hair is named Joan and she is really pretty and very friendly. I supposed they have to be friendly to make good tips but all these women are really attractive: thin with perfect breasts and beautiful hips and behinds. Of course they all have perfect hair, each different than the next to suit their own body type and personal style. In a salon they all have to be dressed nicely as this is not just some chain shop where the workers dress however they like. These girls are all dressed really well. Not all suits and jewelry, you know, but tight slacks or skirts and tops that really show off their assets. And they all wear nice shoes, not sneakers or flip-flops. All the nice stuff really gives the place a classy feeling.
I look forward to the visit because I like the way Joan touches me. I have never made any sexual advances toward her nor her to me but I love her fingers and the way she makes me feel. The beginning of the session starts with her washing my hair in one of those salon sinks, with the neck cut out and the reclining chair. I sat down in the chair and we started to make small talk. She asked me how I was feeling and if I was enjoying the warm weather. Today it was really nice out with low humidity and clear skies.
Joan wrapped me in one of the smocks they use to keep the hair and soap off the customers’ clothes. I always put my arms under the cover so I do not get hair all over me. Today I was feeling a little extra horny (probably from thinking about this guy from the UK that I have been emailing sexual letters) and placed my hands at the bottom of my black mini-skirt. It goes down just past the bottom of my ass and whenever I sit I need to pull it down a little or show everyone my thong. I was under the cover so I did not bother to pull it down. In fact I started to stroke my thighs right there in the salon. Nobody could see me, though, because I was covered up.
I leaned back and Joan started to wet my hair. It is about shoulder length and all I needed today was a trim at the bottom. As she applied the warm water she ran her slender fingers through my hair and on the back of my neck. This always drives me crazy as I feel her touch. She stopped the water and gathered a handful of coconut-smelling shampoo, which I like. She started to rub the shampoo into my hair and my scalp also working her fingers down the back of my neck and over my ears.
All the fingering on my head was making my pussy very wet so I reached up and started to stroke the length of my slit through the thong. Joan started to rub harder and was soon using her fingernails on my scalp and the back of my neck. My cotton thong was now drenched with my juice and I was having trouble holding my hips still as I really wanted to finger myself deeply. Joan took the water spray and rinsed the soap from my hair using the same finger method as before, making me want to stick her water nozzle in my pussy.
She then applied some conditioner and worked it in the same way. I really wanted her to get on her knees in front of me and let me hold her head while she ate my pussy. Instead she started to rinse the conditioner out. Joan then reached for a towel and gently padded my hair to slightly dry it off. She wants it a little wet to get a good cut.
Joan placed one of her hands on the back of my shoulder and coaxed me up from my comfortable position and to my feet. Then she took me by the hand and led the way over to her cutting station with all her tools and the large mirror for me to face. I took a seat in the large swivel chair and Joan adjusted the height so my head was level with her chest, which is the proper height for the stylist. She then held the chair and slowly spun me around to face the mirror so she could take her position behind me.
She placed a hand on either side of my face and gently pulled my hair away from my cheeks while looking directly at me in the mirror. She asked what I would like today and I had to restrain myself from telling her exactly what I really wanted. I told her to just take a bit off to clean up the ends. Joan started with the comb and carefully worked down the length of my hair to straighten everything for the cut. Her hands on my cheeks and my neck were driving me crazy again and I started to stroke myself while feeling her touch.
Joan began to trim my hair and I noticed that she was leaning against the seat and my shoulder when she braced herself to get a straight cut with the scissors. Her breasts were poking at the thin top she was wearing and I could actually feel them pushing against my body. While looking in the mirror I could see the tops of both of her perfect tits and the extra cleavage that was created when she pushed into me. Joan was concentrating on her work and I do not believe she noticed me watching, actually staring, at her.
At this point I now had my middle finger pushed completely into my soaking pussy and I was fucking myself with it while I watched and felt her body against mine. I wish we were in bed together. Right now I am writing this wishing I were in bed with my London lover. I would love to feel both of them on me together!
When Joan was done with the cut she took out the blow dryer and started to blow the cut hair off of me and brush out the cut. While the dryer was running I fingered myself faster finally cumming on the chair. I do not think anyone noticed but I wish Joan had. When we were done I paid the cashier and handed Joan a generous tip, at which she smiled. When I started to go I leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek, telling her I would see her next month. I cannot wait!

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