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Scarface

My sister interrupts a makeout session with a friend. I originally wrote this under the Chemical Ollie penname.

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Scarface

My sister interrupts a makeout session with a friend. I originally wrote this under the Chemical Ollie penname.

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I’m always horny

This is the first part of a longer story. If you like it, tell me and I’ll continue with the next installments!
The later parts of the story will include underage sex (not just gay, by the way!).
I’m Tom. My mum and dad died in a car crash when I was 14. We lived on a farm, in the middle of the UK countryside, miles from anywhere. They left me the farm (and loads of money), but because I was so young when they died I couldn’t live there alone. So I was shipped around care homes, until I turned 18, and was allowed to live by myself.
I returned to the farm on my 18th birthday, and after nearly 4 years abandoned, the buildings were not in the best shape. But what could I do alone, on a farm with no animals left?
Then, it hit me. Kids would love running around in the countryside, and their parents probably wouldn’t mind a break! I would set up the farm as an activity centre for kids. I dedicated 2 years of my life to restoring the farm. I split the farmhouse into 4 bedrooms, with two double beds in each. I got the bathroom extended into the garage on the side of the building. One end of the bathroom was left open, to be used as an open shower area. Three shower heads cam out of the ceiling above the space.
The outbuildings, now empty, were left as they were, apart from two large barns close to the house. I had a swimming pool built in one and the other was transformed into a large living/playing area, with sofas, games, a big TV, some video games and an adventure area. I marked out a football pitch and bought some goalposts. The site wasn’t anything special, but it was good enough. I registered as a business, did all the paperwork, blah, blah, blah… I got a website set up, and I hired a young local kid called Jamal. He was a 16-year-old black boy from the local village. He had just left school and wanted a job, so I offered him one. We set up an office downstairs, with a desk and a PC.
There’s something I haven’t told about me yet. I was sex crazy. I first had sex when I was 15, in one of the care homes. It was a boys-only one, and we were always horny, so we turned to each other for help. I didn’t think I was gay, because I liked looking at girls, at I got off to them all the time, but being an orphan, living in care homes, it was difficult to meet and get to know people. I soon realised that I was bisexual.
The day before our first guests were due to arrive, I had just finished cleaning my car. Jamal was cleaning the bedrooms. I headed back inside to the office. As I approached the closed door, I heard the clicking of the PC mouse. Jamal must have finished cleaning. I pushed open the door.
Jamal was sitting in a chair, his eyes closed. He had one hand on the mouse and the other wrapped around his huge erection! I felt my own dick starting to grow. I didn’t say anything. Then, he opened his eyes and looked straight at me. He quickly turned off the screen and covered his boner.
“It’s fine. Everyone does it,” I said, walking closer to him. I turned on the screen, and was greeted by a screen full of gay porn.
“Are you gay or bi?” I asked him.
“Bi,” he replied.
“Well guess what? I am too.” I quickly undressed, revealing a light-skinned, toned body. My 7 inch cock stood proudly from between my legs, but it was small compared to his.
He looked up at me. I asked him how big his cock was, and he told me it was 11 inches long. I never knew a guy so young could be so big! And it was thick too!
“I want you in my ass, but it needs some lube first,” I said, dropping to my knees. I tickled the chocolate head with my tongue, and he put a hand on my head. He slowly pushed my head further and further down his shaft. I fought the gag reflex as it hit the back of my throat, and I let saliva coat the length of it. He thrust his hips into my face a few times, before lifting my head up.
“Ready, boss?” he asked, with a grin on his face. I got onto his lap facing him, and lined my tight asshole up with the bulbous head of his tool. I lowered myself onto him, slowly impaling myself. I groaned in a mixture of agony and pleasure, and his cock disappeared inside of me.
“I want your cum in my mouth,” I whispered into his ear, and began to ride him. He groaned loudly. Suddenly, he pushed me off of him and onto the floor. He jumped up and aimed his cock at my face, while he jerked himself off. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. I felt stream after stream of his cum hit my face and fill my mouth. He squirted some much I thought I was going to drown. After at least 10 shots, I opened my eyes. Drips of his man goo covered his piss slit, so I licked them off. My mouth was filled with cum, so I swallowed the salty sperm in one gulp. Jamal finger-fed the cum on my face, until I had swallowed what felt like gallons of his beautifully tasting jizz.
“You like that?” Jamal asked.
“Hell yeah!”
“I’ve got one more thing for you,” he said. “Open your mouth.” I did as he said and his now soft penis started spewing piss all over my face. The bitter liquid hit my tongue and, although it tasted horrible, it really turned me on!
He finished and I swallowed what I had in my mouth.
“But you haven’t cum yet,” Jamal said. He jerked me off to an explosive climax, and he swallowed all of my sperm.
“We are doing this again and again,” I told him as we cleaned ourselves up.
“But we will have to be careful. We won’t be alone,” he replied. “This place will be filled with horny teenagers.”
“I know…” I said with a grin.

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My First Boyfriend: PART l

This story is based on my experience with my FIRST BOYFRIEND, this is sort of an continued part of my last story posted about me losing my virginity to my best friends. Now I am a little older, a little wiser and even more horny as my boy toy of a little under a year opens my eyes to what I had been missing. REMEMBER PEOPLE DO NOT SEND MY HATE MAIL, I AM NOT A ENGLISH PROFESSOR AND I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE LITTLE THINGS THAT ARE WRONG. Just enjoy the story THANK YOU!!!

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Jocelyn the Surrogate Slut

CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The “n” word is used liberally.

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My Indoctrination

I was born when my mother, Helen, was only twenty-one years old. My father was in his mid-twenties and via a family trust was well established. Unfortunately he died when I was slightly less than two years old, a victim of an eighteen wheeler run amok. When he was killed, my mother was the beneficiary of a lot of insurance, a settlement from the trucking company, and the balance of his trust fund. Since the oversized house we lived in was paid off via mortgage insurance, Mom sold it, took the cash and bought a smaller home further outside of town, and invested the remainder along with all the other proceeds. She was frugal, became a shrewd investor, and did well for us. I can’t even remember Dad except for some memories artificially preserved via family photographs.
I can remember other things from my early childhood. My mother nursed me until I was four and a half years old. The latter couple of years the nursing was only at night, at bedtime. I can remember those latter years, lying in bed with Mom, enveloped in her warmth, suckling her breasts as I fell asleep. I slept with her from the time my father was killed onward. My other primary memory of my very early days was being naked around the house. Once I was potty trained and Mom was confident that I wouldn’t crap or piss all over the house like an untrained puppy, she soon gave up trying to keep clothes on me at home. I always just shucked out of them whenever she tried to dress me and then later she encouraged me to remain naked. So I was always naked at home. Mom was generally dressed most of the time except when we went to bed and when we took our bath.
We were very close all that time. We bathed together, slept together, and as I previously said, I nursed until I was over four years old. Even after that time I usually fell asleep suckling one of Mom’s breasts rather than sucking my thumb.
Mom had a weekly bridge club. In my early years, I can remember their games as the time I always got to drink a coke. When I was little, I remember the women teasing me about being naked all the time. As I got older, they stopped teasing but instead enjoyed my bringing them their drinks, etc. One of the players, actually Mom’s best friend, had a daughter named Vickie who was very close to my age. She began to come to the bridge games with her mother. Once we’d both learned to swim, we’d spend some of the time swimming in the above ground pool we had in our backyard each summer. Vickie would always wear her swimsuit, I’d swim naked. In the winter we’d play in the sunroom which was just off the den where the women played their bridge. As nearly always, I’d play naked.
Outside of the house and the backyard, I’d have to be dressed, of course. The older I got, the more I hated the restrictive nature of clothes. When I started school, I wore loose fitting boxer shorts under loose fitting pants. In high school gym class I was known for not wearing a jock strap under my gym shorts. I hated the constriction – I was used to hanging free. When I got home from school each afternoon I wasted no time in losing my clothes. For other times I needed to dress, I often wore baggy sweat pants or sweat shorts with nothing on under them.
Past my tenth birthday I can recall that Mom began to spend extra time washing my penis and testicles as we sat facing each other in the hot water filled bathtub. I’d always get an erection and thought it felt real good. Around age twelve, I ejaculated under the scrubbing. I can still remember the feeling, that first orgasm. I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good. It became our habit that after washing up, Mom would scrub my penis and testicles until I ejaculated into the wash cloth. She called it “cleaning my tubes” and said it was important for my development. So I really looked forward to our bath every evening. Around that time I can remember feeling differently about lying up against Mom in our bed, hot skin to hot skin, suckling on a breast as I fell asleep, her hand usually on my buttock squeezing me close up against her. I always fell asleep with an erection and awoke with one.
When I was about thirteen and a half as we laid there, me suckling a breast as usual, instead of pulling me close with her hand on my buttock, I felt her hand caressing my penis and testicles. She continued for quite a while, stroking my penis, caressing my testicles as I sucked on her tit, then gently pushed me onto my back and rolled over on top to straddle me. Sitting up some, she let her breasts hang in my face and told me, “Go ahead. You can keep nursing.” I began to suckle again, first one tit and then the other, then Mom raised up, reached down and grasped my penis, and guided it into her pussy as she sat back down on me. Her warmth enveloped me as she sat there, eyes partially closed. She began to raise and lower herself slowly but steadily, stroking my penis from the point that it nearly fell out of her to where it was as deep as possible inside her. I didn’t last that long before I ejaculated. As she felt me start to cum, she sat down to bury me deeply and I could feel the walls of her vagina alternately squeeze and release my penis as I came. When I finished, she laid forward on me, her tits squashed against my chest and spilling out on either side. Kissing me softly on the lips she said simply, “I love you, Joey.” And then kissed me deeply, her tongue probing for mine. We laid there kissing for some time as I felt wetness creeping down my testicles. From that time forward, Mom stopped masturbating me to orgasm in our bath, saving me instead for our bed.
The next night after we climbed into bed, me with eager anticipation, Mom pulled me over on top of her as she laid on her back. Pushing me downward toward her breasts, she lifted one to my lips from where it sagged partially off the side of her chest. I suckled the tit before she gently pushed me down further to kiss her abdomen then prodded me further down until my face was in her dark bush. I asked “What do you want me to do, Mom.”
She said simply “Lick me, Joe.” I began to lick around in her bush before she prodded me lower and pulled her legs out from under me, raising them to cross them over my back, lifting her hips toward my face. Finding her slit, smelling softly of our bath soap, I began to lick along its lips, up and down its length. As she began to rock her hips, thrusting gently at my mouth, I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her pussy. I licked deeper, probing between her lips with my tongue as deeply as I could reach. She began to breathe funny and thrust her pussy harder into my mouth. Soon she began to shake and moan softly to herself then I felt her relax for a few moments.
I scrambled back up her and we kissed deeply before Mom wrapped her legs around my hips, pulled me toward her, grasping my penis to guide it home. As I squished into her wet pussy, she raised both legs in the air and said simply, “Hard, Joe. Fuck me hard.” I began to hump lying flat on her but then raised myself up on my knees and hands to slam her harder. With her heels on the small of my back, her hip thrusts met mine as I tried to hammer her as hard as I could. Her tits flailed back and forth with each of my strokes and I was soon feeling myself rising toward orgasm. As I came, I lost the ability to thrust with any rhythm and collapsed on her after ramming my penis as deeply in her as I could plant it. Trembling as I came, I pumped my load into her.
I laid there for minutes hot skin to hot skin, Mom gently stroking my back, our sweat mingling between us. Rolling off of her toward my side of the bed to lie up against her, my flacid, dripping penis was hanging down, pressed between us. Mom said, “Just a minute.” As she rolled off her side of the bed and went quickly out into the hall to return with a towel stuffed between her legs. She crawled back onto the bed and scooted over close to me, taking the end of the towel to wipe off and milk my penis before lying back onto her back.
I said, “That was really good, Mom. Can it be like this every night?”
“As long as you want it to, honey.” She replied. “Just never, ever tell anyone else.”
“I won’t, Mom. I’m not stupid.” I told her. I fell asleep lying up against her that night. When I awoke next it was just becoming daylight, streaks of sunlight beginning to shine in the front windows. I was still up against Mom and I began to run my fingers lightly on her tits, around the nipples, larger loops around the entire tit, then back to the nipples. Just as I realized I had to piss, she woke up, opening her eyes slowly and looking at me. “I gotta’ go.” I said as I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. As I was finishing up a long piss, Mom walked in behind me and patted me on the butt.
“My turn next.” She said. “But I’m not ready to get up yet. Let’s go back to bed.”
I washed my hands then jumped back into the bed and covered up with the sheet. When Mom returned, she crawled under the sheet and scooted over to me. After kissing me softly on the lips, she moved down the bed and the next thing I knew, I felt her mouth on my penis and her fingertips on my testicles. As she stroked my penis with her mouth it became erect almost instantly. She continued to suck, caress, and stroke for many minutes before I felt like I was going to cum. “I’m gonna’ cum, Mom.” I told her but she just continued to suck until I felt myself go over the top, my penis pulsing. I heard her swallowing as I pumped my load into her mouth. She finished up by gently sucking the head of my penis, squeezing it between her lips and pressing it with her tongue before crawling back up the bed to kiss me on my lips, then probing with a salty tasting tongue.
I felt like I could fall asleep and sleep all day but she said, “It’s time to get up.” She pulled on her robe while I, of course, stayed naked as we went out to the kitchen, her asking me, “What would you like for breakfast?”

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Lessons From The Barnyard, Part III

The following day, Junior stopped by the Olson’s house and picked up Bobby to take her to church. Sitting in the car, he was his playful self, but they each knew that the day of reckoning was at hand and no matter how light their mood seemed to be, there was a sense of dread that filtered into their playfulness. They each knew that this day would have to be and they only hoped and prayed that they would be as happy as when the day started.
After the services, Junior pulled into the city park to talk and plan their next move with his beautiful, pregnant girl friend. They each knew that today was the day to reveal to their parents that they were pregnant but they needed the confidence of being on the same page as the other so it would go like they hoped it would. But even if it didn’t, they knew that at least they had each other to rely on no matter how their parents received the news.
They decided that they would tell them that afternoon, both sets together over at the McKinney’s house. Bobby would tell her parents that Mr. and Mrs. McKinney wanted them over to plan something for the summer, which wasn’t that much of a lie, so they arrived around 3 in the afternoon. Junior’s folks thought that the Olson’s were coming over to make some plans for this summer so they were expecting them.
As the two sets of unsuspecting parents gather into the living room, Junior took over the meeting by standing and telling them what any parents of teenagers dread to hear; that their teenage boy or girl got themselves into trouble. The McKinney’s were terribly shocked and disappointed but the Olson’s took the news terribly. Mrs. Olson burst into tears and had to be consoled by her dear friend Mrs. McKinney while Mr. Olson got madder and madder until he turned a bright color of red.
Mr. McKinney told him, “Now Rich, I’m as upset as you are about this whole thing but the cow’s out of the barn so we just need to calm down and think this thing through. Junior here wants to marry your daughter and has asked for your blessing. What do you say? Do they have your blessing or not?”
Rich Olson sat there stewing for the longest time. He was plenty mad alright, he was mad a Carl for telling him to calm down. He was mad at his wife for crying on Ester McKinney’s shoulder instead of his and he was mad as hell over the two idiots sitting in front of him asking for his blessing. “Hell, I’ll give ‘em my blessing. It’s called a 42 inch belt across their young little butts!” he thought. “That Junior, not only did he take my little princesses innocence but he got her knocked up while he’s at it!”
“Well, Rich,” Carl asked again.
He though again for a second and then said slowly, “You two can have my permission to marry. But you can’t have my blessing. I can’t give you that.”
A look of total shock crept over the collective faces of the others as Mrs. Olson said, “Oh Richard, Carl’s right, there’s no use crying over spilt milk so don’t be so damn bull headed. Give your daughter your blessing now. Do it!”
“I can’t and I won’t now damn it. This little half assed punk gets my little girl knocked up and wants to get married and pretend every thing’s just honky dory, well its not! No DAMN IT! It’s not! No sir’ee, you’re not getting my blessing and that’s the last I’ll hear of it,” he said finally.
Bobby eyes filled with tears and as they began to overflow, she went up to her father and asked him very quietly, “Daddy, I love him. The only thing that you can give me is your blessing Daddy. Please, don’t withhold the only thing that I want.”
He looked long and hard into her weeping eyes as he started to tear up himself. He started to speak to his daughter but shut his mouth and got up from his friend’s couch and left for home. He had spoken and there was nothing anyone could say to change his mind. He gave his permission but not his blessing to their union. The wedding would go on but who would give the bride away?
Bobby was disappointed at her father’s reaction and his lack of support in giving them his blessing but she tried very hard not to let on just how much it affected her. She continued to smile and be her fun loving self but deep down inside, she was suffering. Junior knew it also but said nothing to anyone. He just watched her intently as the week gave way to the weekend and the time they had all agreed that the wedding would take place.
Junior felt that the sooner the better when it came down to the urgency of the wedding. He felt that there would be less embarrassing questions down the road if there was less time between when the baby came and their anniversary date. He also couldn’t wait to make Bobby his bride and to move in with her.
Mr. Olson didn’t offer to have them move in with them even though they had an apartment already as part of his house. The McKinney’s graciously asked the newly weds to share their home with them, at least for now anyway, and Mrs. McKinney got so excited to have her new daughter in law help her out with the decorating and planning that Bobby seemed to forget about being shunned by her own father.
On Saturday morning, the day of the wedding, everyone gathered over at the McKinney homestead to tie the knot between Roberta Olson and Carl McKinney, Jr. Mr. Olson stood beside his wife but did not walk his daughter out of the house and into the side garden area where the groom and pastor were waiting. Tears were coming from Mrs. Olson’s eyes but they were not tears of joy like most mothers of the bride tears. They were tears of disappointment in her husband’s actions.
The bride wore a simple off white cotton dress that was mid-calf length and cut down around her shoulders. Its skirt was three quarters full and she wore a flowered wreath on her head. She walked out carrying a small bouquet of daisies and brought a smile to everyone face because she was wearing no shoes, everyone except Rich Olson that is.
Junior’s eyes grew wide when he saw his bride walking to meet him there at the make shift alter and he realized that his mouth was as dry as the hay in stall where everything started less than a mouth ago. He remembered that day and what they did and he started to get a bulge in his parts just thinking about taking this beautiful young lady as his bride for the rest of his life. All of a sudden a tear came to his eye and he thought to himself, “Steady now ol’ boy. Keep it together for 15 more minutes and then your can start to celebrate.”
They repeated their vows and as sincerely as any two could be, they swore their eternal love for each other and then turned to meet their parents as Mr. and Mrs. Carl McKinney Jr. for the first time. They were so happy, on the outside anyway, and so were the witnesses; everyone except Mr. Olson. He just looked on with no emotion and acceptance visible in his expression. A look of disgust filled Mrs. Olson’s expression.
Carl McKinney told the young couple that he and the Mrs. were heading out to see her sister and would not be home until late Sunday evening so they would have the house to themselves so “To make good use out of it”. With a wink and a smile from his parents, Junior and Bobby stood on the front porch with their arms around each others waists, waving their fare wells to his parents as they drove down the lane. They were suddenly totally alone for the first time in their lives. They were married and alone and completely in love. They looked at each other, smiled and walked towards the house and into their new lives together.
At the threshold, Junior stopped and picked her up and carried her across and into their new bedroom where he deposited her at the edge of the bed. He kissed her gently on her lips and stood back and started to remove his white shirt. She watched as he pulled down his trousers and when he reached for her, she stopped him by saying, “Junior, I want to do it and give you a special gift. Call it my wedding gift from me to you,” and smiled a nervous little smile.
He took a step backward in just his boxers and watched as her hands went up to the back of her dress and she started to undo the button at the neckline. Her hands made short work of the button and as her hands came away from her throat, they brought the top of the dress with them and slowly exposed her bare chest to his eager eyes. Oh so slowly, she dropped the front of the dress downward to reveal her braless bosom to her new husband. As soon as the dress cleared her hips, she allowed it to free fall down to the floor leaving her standing in just her silky white, little bikini panties that showed her darker patch of pubic hairs sticking out through the lacy crotch. Junior’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes bulged out of their sockets. She smiled a little and asked, “Well, do you like them?”
His eyes slowly examined her entire body until they met her expression. He saw the nervousness in the windows to her soul and knew just how much she loved him and he loved her. He finally found his voice as he murmured, “Oh yes my love, I do like them but not as much as I love what’s in them.”
He started to reach out to her but she once again stopped him with the statement, “And now your gift. This is from me to you so I hope that you like it.”
Her gaze went down from his eyes to his stomach and lower. He didn’t know what to do or say but when she knelt down in front of him and moved her hands to his boxers, a look of shock and deep desire crossed his face. Her hands went to his hips and grasped on to his underwear and started pulling them down. His semi-hard member began to throb as his boxers past over its length and caused it to jerk to attention and as they cleared his thighs, his full manhood sprang to its fullness to greet her lustful eyes.
Gathering at the floor around his ankles, his boxers no longer had any use as far as covering his throbbing cock and her hands reached out to gently fondle his skin along his entire shaft. A chill ran through his body as she started rubbing his length and his rod began to jerk in time with her stroking.
“Oh my God,” Junior muttered as he let out his breath. “Oh Bobby, if this is your present then I think I love it.”
“That isn’t it but this is,” she softly whispered as she leaned in and opened her quivering mouth. “I hope I do it right.”
She stuck out her tongue and ran it over his bulbous head as he closed his eyes and melted into her soothing lick. A rather loud moan escaped from his lips as her tongue made a circle around the end of his massive erection and then she took it in between her open lips. He moved his head backward as he opened his mouth and sucked in a breath of air. Then he slowly let it out as he whispered, “Oh my God Bobby, how did you learn to do that so well?”
She didn’t answer the question but placed her lips further onto his stiff member and when she closed her mouth down around it, she started to suck in with her cheeks and slowly let it slide out. Again he groaned his approval as he let out his breath but when she reversed her action, so did he as moved his hips in a rocking manner. She felt his hand on the back of her head and when he pulled her into his cock she almost gagged it went in so far.
She grabbed for his shaft with her hand to restrict the depth of his thrusts and reached up to cradle his balls with the other one. This sent a jolting convulsion through his body as he jerked and twisted his hips into her mouth.
“Oh my God, where did you learn this? You are doing it so good. Oh my God. Oh my God,” he kept repeating as he slammed away at her mouth. “God you’re making me want to cum. Oh Bobby, I’m going to cum! I’M GOING TO CUM!! OH BOBBY, I’M CUMMMINNGGG!!” he yelled as he shot out his first stream of his essence right down her willing throat. “OH MY GOD!!” he cried.
Bobby was busy swallowing just like the blog on the internet had told her. She knew that she wanted to do this ever since they had agreed to marry and now all she had to do was finish it. She let his juices slide down her throat and she was having trouble breathing at the same time. But she had to take every last drop into her mouth and she had to swallow all of it completely. So she held her breath and swallowed as hard and as fast as she could.
It seemed like an eternity had past as she felt his gooey, sticky stuff gather in her mouth and slide down her throat but she didn’t let any escape out of her sucking lips and when she could no longer feel his cock twitch and jerk on top of her tongue, she stopped swallowing and tried to clean every last drop from her mouth. Finally she let go with her lips and looked up to see him smiling down at her. She smiled back as he reached down and pulled her to her feet. She felt the satisfaction of knowing that she had given her first blow job to the man that she loved more than life and by his expression, she had done a good job of it too.
“Oh…Oh…Bobby, I don’t know what to say. You’ve blown my mind. Thank you my love. Thank you,” he said placing his forehead against hers. “Now, what can I do for you?”
She blushed a deep color of red as she looked up in his eyes. She bit her lower lip and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “Do what you want with me I guess. I’m your wife.”
“Yes you are and a damn beautiful one at that,” he said slowly as he lowered himself down in front of her. “I think that I would love to see you down here,” he said pointing a finger right into her panties crotch.
She jerked a little from the stimulating probe but when he placed his palm full on her pubic area, she sighed a sigh of anticipation as his fingers began to explore. They roamed and prodded her entire crotch and his hands went up to remove her panties from her quivering little body.
“What do you have in here?” he teasingly asked his new wife.
“Nothing that you haven’t seen before,” she responded in kind.
As they made their way down her tights, he said, “Oh yeah, now I remember.”
He pushed them completely off of her legs and as she set the last foot down, he pushed her back on the bed but her knees bent over the edge as her back rested on the mattress. He stood up and smiled at his lover. She waited for his every move.
He told her, “Spread your legs out wide.”
She did as she was told.
“Wider!” he ordered.
She blushed a little but complied with his wishes.
“Now that looks down right delicious,” as he lowered his face down between her legs. “Bring up your knees Baby, just like that,” he said as she moved her legs up off the floor onto the bed. “Now I’m going to return the favor.”
He settled his lips down on her two labia lips and pressed his tongue in between them. He slowly ran it up her slit until it reached the top, where he reversed the direction downward until it was deep at her opening. He pushed it in a little and she groaned a happy groan. He then ran it back up to where the hooded treasure node was found and he stopped to probe it with the tip. She jerked and tried to move away. He didn’t let her but he probed more forcefully the second time.
She felt her juices start to flow and the urge began to build deep inside her womb. She started to breathe heavily as she closed her eyes and the anxiety grew more intense. She knew what she wanted and hoped that he would deliver and as his lips moved around her clitoris, she felt the wonderful sensation grow within herself. His mouth closed on her nubbin and a jolt of electricity ran through her entire body.
“Oh Junior,” she exclaimed, clutching the back of his head with her hands. “That feels so good. Oh yes…yes.”
Her eyes were tightly closed and her chin was raised to the ceiling as his lips began to munch upon her sensitive little jewel. She relished the feeling of having his mouth ravish her wanting clitoris but his finger exploring the entrance of her vaginal canal, sent her over the edge.
He was ramming his finger up her opening to his fist as his lips were pressing together around her tight little pearl. His other hand had found its way up to her breast and was squeezing it hard between his fore finger and thumb. Then just before she reached her high point, he got up, pushed her further onto the bed, grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over so that she was straddling his face with her wet crotch.
He moved her up so that his arms were in between her legs and she was balanced on her knees. He looked up and saw her hairy little lips open up before him so he drove his tongue back into action as she ground her hips down into his face. Her reaction to this new position was perfect as he reached up and played with both of her nipples. She threw back her head and ground away with her clit right into his mouth.
Oh…oh…Oh…OH…OH…!” she let it build. “Oh my…oh my…OH MY GOD!!” she finally screamed. “OH MY GOD JUNIOR! OOOHHH!!”
Bobby writhed and jerked as she let her emotions splash out of her opening in a flooding release. She breathlessly forcing every ounce of energy out of her buildup as she tugged at Junior to roll back over and shove it into her. He scrambled on top of her, settling between her wide spread legs. Then, positioning himself just right, he impaled her slippery opening with his mammoth erection, taking her breath away in one final plunge.
“AHGGGG!!” she cried out from deep with her soul. “Oh Junior you feel so big, so huge and yet so wonderful,” she called out.
He was too busy ramming his hips into her that he hardly heard her cries. Although he had just a few moments before shot his wad deep down her throat, he felt no lack of desire as he rapidly primed his pump for another gushing release. She was wild with her own pent up emotions and just as she was about to explode, she felt the first of many jets release into her womb and it caused her to erupt from her own volcanic release.
He lay there panting into the top of her head as she remained motionless under his total weight. Spent, they each lay there not moving a muscle. They were in total afterglow and soon fell into a deep, blissful sleep, holding each other close, not wanting to ever let go.
Somewhere during their sleep, Junior rolled off of his bride and was lying right next to her when he woke up. Bobby was staring into his eyes and gave him the most satisfied smile that a woman can give to her lover. He reached over and gave her a soft, sensuous kiss on her lips and told her just how much he loved her. She smiled and started to tear up.
“Why the tears Baby?” Junior asked.
She looked on as the tears started to roll.
“Is it your Dad?” he asked her.
Without saying a word, she started to sob as she buried her head into his chest. “Why does he have to be that way?” she asked through her sobs.
“I don’t know my love but we can’t let it upset us. It is what it is and nothing can change it for now anyway,” he told her. He rubbed her back and rocked her with his confidence as he thought to himself, “Yeah, why does he have to spoil everything.”
After a moment or two, he decided that he had let this go on for long enough and had to lighten the mood, so he asked her, “Bobby, where did you learn to give me a…a…you know, give me my wedding present?”
She looked up and smiled through her tears and said, “I Goggled it.”
“You mean you just asked, “How to give a Blow Job” and there it was?”
She shrugged her shoulders, grinned and told him “Yeah.”
“Well, I’ll be,” he said shaking his head in disbelief. After thinking for a second, he gave off a large smile, slapped her on the rear and told her, “Let’s go take a shower.”
He made a dash for the bathroom as she scrambled after his yelling, “Junior, that’s twice you slapped me on the rear and now I’m going to give it back to you.” As she got to the bathroom, he grabbed her around the waist laughingly and she melted into his arms. They kissed deeply, passionately, turned on the shower and waited for the water to gain its desired temperature. Then they got into the spray and started to take their first shower together.

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My First Older Woman

My first older woman taught me just about everything that I knew about sex and allowed me to please every woman in my life after her…especially my wife.

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Creampie fan part 1 of 2

She felt his dick swell like it always does when he is about to cum. “Yea baby,” she said, “Blow that big load all in my pussy. Give me your load.”
Her words sent him completely over the edge. He slammed his cock deep in his wife as wave after wave of cum drained from his dick. It felt so good he could barely hold himself up.
She said, “Now let’s do something really dirty. Pull out your cock and I will lick the cum off your dick as you suck the cum out of my pussy.”
He had never seen this side of his wife before, but they had talked about new experiences. He wasn’t sure he wanted to taste his own cum, but he always wanted to please his wife.
She made him lay down and took his cock in her mouth as she straddled his face. He started licking her pussy and nothing seemed all that different, but he could feel her tensing her above him and it wasn’t long before a load of cum poured out of her pussy.
She said, “Do not let any of it get lost. Lick it all up and swallow it.” Not that he had much of a choice. The cum flowed out of her pussy hole, funneled down her lips, over her clit and directly into his mouth.
It had been 15 years since he had tasted cum (experimenting in high school). He remembered how much he actually liked it. It had the consistency of liquid, but was thick and a little sticky. As he swallowed the first load from her pussy more came out and flowed right into his mouth. He knew he had cum a lot and the cum kept draining from his wife’s pussy. His dick began to swell and he swallowed every last drop of his own cum.
As his dick hardened, she decided it would be a waste not to take advantage so she rode his dick hard for fifteen minutes before they came together and he begged to lick her dry.
As they lay together in sexual bliss, she said, “I think you need to eat more cum out of my pussy and, no offense to you, I want more cock. I think you should let me fuck some other guys. You can even watch. And then you can eat their cum out of my pussy.”
He was shocked and turned on at the same time. Eating cum in her pussy did turn him on and he knew she knew it. But he was surprised his sweet little wife of 10 years seemed to be turning into slut right before his eyes. He whispered, “Anything for you.”
They decided to put their plan into action on a trip to Vegas. But the plan evolved. They knew some guys would not be up for him being around so they agreed she would fuck some guys and save their cum in her pussy or ass. She even bought butt plugs if there was too much cum and she needed to keep it in.
She knew she was hot and dressed in her sluttiest mini skirt outfit that would occasionally show off her ass and her tits would almost fall out.
She started the evening out propositioning guys around the casino. A few agreed to come up to her room and she told them different times 5 minutes apart 4 hours from now..
One guy she talked to seemed really excited. He was so good-looking that she started rubbing up against him with her body and feeling his dick through his pants as he played the slots. She was surprised as his dick grew. It was longer and much thicker than her husbands dick.
The guy would not go up to her room but suggested they meet in a secluded men’s bathroom in the casino. Her panties got soaked just thinking of this big cock pounding her. And doing it in a dirty public bathroom excited her even more.
She snuck into the bathroom and went into the stall he told her to go into. She took off her skirt and sat on the toilet and started playing with herself. Her pussy was really wet and she could feel her pussy begin to tingle.
She felt so dirty playing with herself in the men’s bathroom but it just added to the excitement. As she started to cum, she heard the door open. She was scared but could not bring herself to stop playing with her clit.
She could see feet stand next to the urinal that was next to her stall and it excited her even more as she heard his stream flow. This made her lose all control as she started cumming. She tried to be as quiet as possible but a couple of gasps came from her mouth.
The feet moved from the urinal and moved to the door to open it. She had not locked the door because she had been told not to. She only hoped it was the guy she met in the casino.
As the door opened, she saw a security guard. She was embarrassed. Her clothes were all disheveled and her hand was still playing with her pussy. She could only imagine what he was thinking.
It didn’t take long to find out. The security guard came in the stall, undid his pants and pulled out his cock. With his other hand he grabbed his radio and said, “We have a hot one in the west bathroom.” He walked over to her and said, “What do you want to do with this?”
She knew what to do. She grabbed his cock and started sucking it wildly. She alternated between sucking and stroking it and just deep throating his cock. It wasn’t long before she felt his hard dick swell like her husband’s right before he cums.
She stopped sucking and said, “My husband is in a room waiting for me to come back to him with a cum-filled pussy or ass so he can lick all of it out of me. I would love to swallow your cum, but I need it in other holes. I promised him.”
As she was saying this, the door opened again. The security guard helped her off the toilet then sat down himself and told her to sit on his dick. As she straddled him, three more security guards came into the handicap stall where they were. They got an eyeful as she sunk herself on the first guards swollen cock.
The other three guards immediately dropped their pants and started stroking their cocks. The only black guard came up behind her and said, “I am going to fuck your ass.” She was about to get up in protest when he pushed her down on the other guys cock and said, “Don’t worry. I carry lube for situations like this.”
She felt him pour lube down the crack of her ass and over her pussy and the dick in her pussy. She could not believe she was going to be double-penetrated for the first time, and in a men’s bathroom!
As the black guard moved in behind her, she felt this great pressure on her ass. She had been assfucked many times before and tried to relax her asshole, but the big black dick was bigger than she had experienced and the first guard was starting to pump her pussy.
She could feel her ass stretch to its limits as the black guy slowly started to push into her. She started to scream, “Its not gonna fit. Its not gonna fit.”
“Shut up slut. It will fit.” And his slow push in her ass turned into a quick ram into her ass.
“AHHHHHHH. Oh my fucking God. Oh my ass. It burns. Stop. Please.”
The black guy covered her mouth while him and the first guard alternated their strokes.
Her slight moment of pain was quickly replaced by ecstasy. Her mind spun as the two dicks worked her pussy and ass. As she started to cum, her moans were muffled by the hand on her mouth. “MMph. Mmph. Mmph. MMMMMMMM.”
As she started cumming and her pussy muscles contracted on the first guy. He let his load loose in her pussy. She could feel his dick pump his cum in her pussy as her pussy got even wetter.
The first guard pushed her up and the black guy in her ass spun around and sat on the toilet while keeping his dick in her ass. He pulled her legs back and up to give the next guy open access.
He plunged his cock in without hesitation. She still could not believe how much her ass was filled and how good it felt to take two cocks at once. As she was getting pounded in both holes, she caught a glimpse of the last guard’s cock. She thought, “That thing must be 12 inches.”
Just seeing that big cock set her off again. “Fuck me you bastards. Fuck my pussy and ass. Ram it. Make me cum again. OH. Slam me. Fuck meeee. Fuck meeeeee. AHHHHH. Oh my God. Oh my God. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
She collapsed as the guy in her pussy slammed his dick deep and started squirting his load inside her. She said, “That’s right. Put all that cum in my pussy. And before you pull out, make sure that big dick motherfucker over there is ready to fill my pussy with his cock.”
As one guy moved the other was ready to fill her pussy. No cum was wasted.
As that huge cock slid in her pussy, she could not believe what she was feeling. She took the first half easily but her pussy resisted the monster cock as it went deeper. He worked it in and out, going deeper with each thrust.
Two big dicks pumped in and out of her pussy and ass. She felt full and she felt stretched out in both holes. Within a minute, she was cumming again. As she started to cum the two guard said to each other, “Are you ready?” They both shook their heads and slammed deep in her.
She did not think she could cum anymore but the giant cock in her pussy pushed past her cervix with a little pain and a lot of pleasure and started filling her womb with his cum.
Two dicks filling her with cum felt so good she collapsed and just tried to maintain consciousness. As they started to pull out of her, she stopped them and asked the other guards to get the two butt plugs to plugs the cum in her pussy and ass.
A voice said, “Just plug her pussy. I’ll take her ass. You put on a great show babe.”
It was the guy who was supposed to meet her in the bathroom. They plugged her pussy with a plug and he put on a condom and bent her over the toilet.
He shoved his dick in her ass and started ramming her hard. He was slightly bigger than the black guy so she had to adjust to his size as he slammed into her.
He grabbed her hips and slammed into her time after time. As he got closer to cumming he shoved her head down close to the toilet bowl. “I am going to fuck you dirty like the dirty slut you are.
He pounded her ass for another minute then started cumming. “You slut. Take it. Take my cock you slut. UGHHHH.”
After he came he said, “Give me that butt plug. We wouldn’t want her to lose any cum.” As soon as he pulled out he filled her ass with the plug.
As she stood up, she said, “Can I have your condom. I will save that for my husband as well. He has a big surprise and this is not all of it.”

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“FEMALE TEMPTATION”

Female Temptation
By Blueheatt
….I had been getting sexually aroused by my mom’s boyfriend for a while now. He wouldn’t touch me at all. The most sexual thrill I got from him was to wait until we were alone and just sit on his lap. I was slim, nice tits, blond hair and a real good body. I would lean back on him and have to place his arms around me. I would move his arms up to touch the underside of my tits, and he would move them to just touching them.
… My girlfriend Lisa was helping me to try and get him to feel me up or any sexual feeling from him. She would do a sleep over and we would plan out things to get his attention.
….Mom always went to bed early so we had the freedom to mess with him. Lisa was getting a crush on him as well as I. We would wait till mom went to sleep and then take our bra’s and panties off under our long nightgowns. We would parade in front of him slowly. He would smile his handsome smile but try not to look at our tits and pussy’s.
…Lisa got an idea. Let’s pretend to be doing some back bends and gymnastic stuff in the living room in front of him. I practiced a back bend while Lisa kneeled beside me to be a spotter and put her hand under my back. I did them slow like I was a beginner.
…This finally got his attention. He made some verbal suggestions but really kept his eyes on my pussy. It stuck up high showing my slit very clear. Lisa smiled as she watched his eyes check me out. He said to raise one leg up to start the complete back bend. Lisa got up and stood over me to help….and…to bend over so her tits were exposed to his eyes. Now he had two things to look at. He turned in his recliner to watch us with a very gleeful smile. I think we finally had him a little aroused. Lisa could see his lap as he put his hand over it, but she spotted his boner. His eyes were locked on me starting to lift one leg straight up to complete the back bend. As I did my night gown fell down to my hips, thus showing my naked pussy. I said: “Opps.” and slowly pulled my leg back towards my head too kick the final back bend. His face got a little pink as he directly staring at my pussy. Lisa just grinned as she put her hand on the backside of my leg to help me. She moved her hand lower close to my pussy and pulled a little. I acted like I couldn’t complete the back bend. She kneeled down putting her other hand under my back. He watched as I slowly came over to finish. He watched my naked pussy float by just 3 feet from his face. My night gown now dropping down exposing my tits. I stood up smiling red faced as Lisa smiled too. We both looked as him. He was a little embarrassed that he was aroused by me. He watched as I let gravity slowly take my night gown down. His eyes were checking out my body real good. Lisa and I both could tell he had a big hardon going as he tried to cover it up, but it was to big. Lisa and I were aroused ourselves and she came up behind me and began to fondle me. He tried to turn away but couldn’t.
…He watched as we gave him a little feel up show to tease him real good. We stepped real close to him in his recliner. He had a huge tent now and took a pillow and put in his lap. I just had to now sit on his lap. I slid over the arm of the recliner and down on his lap. Lisa watched and went around and slid down the other side onto his lap. We leaned back on him and giggled. We watched as he had to put his arms somewhere. They ended up around us both in our night gowns. He closed his eyes like he was have a hot dream but it wasn’t really happening. He was hot and breathing heavy.
….Finally he spoke softly: “Girls, your mashing my…a…private parts?” We scooted our butts over in the chair and I just grabbed the pillow and removed it. There it was. A big tent in his pants. He tried to get up but we held him in the chair. We both turned a little sideways and we started playing with his chest. His eyes went closed again. I started unbuttoning his shirt as Lisa joined me. We quietly giggled to each other. We were both very horny and this was so hot to us, we just kept going.
….John thought….
…I think I’m getting in trouble…but I have to see just how far these girls will go. My dick hurts it’s so cramped and restricted by my pants. They wanted to arouse me and now they’ve done it but good. To feel two warm girls bodies on me is more than I can take to stop them. I’ll pretend I’m sleeping and let them go. I wonder how far they will take this.
…I hear them whispering to each other. Then I hear: “Don’t move, we’ll be right back.” Mary says. They jump off me and run in down the hall. I’m having to much pleasure to move. They felt so sexy on me and them playing with my chest was really hot. They smelled heavenly and I could feel legs, hips and tits on me. With my eyes still closed I hear them return. I feel a blindfold being put on me. I don’t resist… to see just what they have in mind. It was just fun and games anyway. I felt my recliner being leaned all the way back. It was a deluxe one that would recline all the way back to fully horizontal. It had steel rails on the back that rested on the floor. I wondered ‘what next’ for these two. I heard them giggle as the each took one of my arms and pull them back along side of the chair. I felt bungee cord being quickly wrapped around my wrists.
…. This was going to far.
….As I started to say ’stop’ I felt duct tape being put over my mouth….but the bungee cord was so tight I couldn’t pull out of them. I now heard a sound I didn’t want to hear….‘zzzzzzzzzp‘…the sound of hand cuffs being put on both my wrists. Now I felt straps go around my ankles and pulled tight. Those girls had me, and It was a panic feeling. I couldn’t get loose. “Enough of this girls!” I mumbled which they of course couldn’t make out what I was saying. I continued to mumble as I felt my belt being unbuckled. Shit! They were taking my pants down. When I get out of this I’m going to take me two girls and have a hard talk with them about practical vs. bad jokes, kidnapping, held against your will, molesting and…fondling…, and…. lot more things….as I felt four hands feeling and jacking my dick. This was way to far over the line. One of them came up and sat on my stomach and started kissing my face and neck. She whispered: (..”just relax and enjoy. Your ’resisting’ is over John. We have control now and we want your hot body.”)
…Mary…
…I’ve felt the sting of rejection before. A guy fucks me and dumps me. I wasn’t raped, but as close as you can get…then they call me ’slut’ and I’m put on some list as a whore or something. Now it’s ’get even’ time. Let’s just see how a guy likes it to be fucked against his will. He won’t tell anyone this even happened. Who would believe him?…and knowing John, with his manly pride couldn’t take it. He’s got a track record of fucking and dumping single women. He’s very sexy and good looking. Now he gets the pleasure of two teen girls fucking him,….. so he won’t complain….he knows we can yell ’rape’ and put his life in the shitter….so just relax with us John… and enjoy the hot sex we have for him and us.
…. I love kissing him on his face and neck. Lisa stroked his hardon as I liked rubbing my wet pussy on his stomach. At first he moved his head from side to side to resist my kisses…but soon he stopped and I hear little soothing sounds as he was liking all this…..
…John..
…I’ll resist, no way can a girl or girls force a guy to get a hardon and fuck them or whatever…I thought…but feeling a pair of teen lips kissing and her hand jacking you….I had no choice as my hardon stayed and even got harder. I felt the girl on top of me turn and I felt a wet pussy on my face. How is a guy suppose to resist that feeling?….It felt wonderful as it moved back and forth on my face. Now there were two girls kissing my hardon and jacking me…..
…Mary…
…Yes. .its me, I want my turn…
…Now there was no rush as I worked my pussy on his face. I was determined to get him so hot, I would take the duct tape off and let him taste my pussy and lick my clit good. I reached back and began to slowly began to remove the tape over his mouth. He moaned…”Uh huh, uh huh”… as he wanted it off. I took it off. Before he got a chance to say anything…I dropped my pussy down on his lips. I slowly moved it back and forth on them and I soon felt his tongue enter my pussy lips. He was good and gently let it feel my slit and pussy. He moved it up to massage my clit. It felt so hot I almost orgasmed right then. I put my mouth over his hardon and began to suck it. Lisa felt his balls and licked them. We all started making those sounds of euphoria. Lisa started jacking him as I sucked. Lisa and I felt his balls start to tighten up as he was going to cum a big one…..
…John…
…I had to make the best of the situation I was in. A pussy in my face and two teen mouth’s sucking and jacking on me was way over the top for me. They were going to make me cum …against my will?….hell who would ever believe that….I had to give in and enjoy every second of this…I was only human. The girl sucking on my hardon had to be experienced as she knew just what to do to make me cum big. Having a second girl licking me was over the top as I felt her tits on my legs also. I could feel her nipples pressing on them and the shape of them rubbing back and forth as she rocked her tits on them.
…. I felt it…the ’Oh god!’ moment as here came a flood of hot cum shooting out of my dick and into a warm throat. I heard a loud ’MMMMMM’ as my shot loaded her mouth. Her mouth and tongue went into action sucking and swallowing it down. The other girl put her pussy on my leg and humped her wet pussy on it, grinding her clit to a moaning cum of her own. We all moaned with the peak we were having. Nothing I had ever experienced even came close to this. I was flooded with pussy juice as her hot pussy ground on my lips and tongue. Her pussy trembled as she kept on and on fucking my face. She finally pulled her mouth off my hardon to take a big gasp of air and the other girls mouth went on. I still had a few shots of cum left for her as she moaned and ground her pussy firm into my leg.
…Mary…
…oh my god… He was a great shooter and pussy eater. I just keep my pussy on his face to get all the good feeling I could drain out of him. Lisa and shared sucking his hard on as we licked all the overflow cum he shot…and he could shoot a lot. I felt weak in a way but I had to stay on him and soak up this feeling….
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….It was dark out now as we finally got ourselves off of him. I was shaky but I got the keys to the handcuffs and unlocked them. Lisa un-strapped his legs. Off with the blindfold…his eyes were closed….asleep. He moved a little, shifted his body to the side as we pulled up his pants. Soon, he started to snore.
….John woke up in his recliner. He wondered if he had a very intense sex dream or what. He had to go to work. The house was all quiet as he got ready and left. His mind kept going back to that sex dream he had…it seemed so real. He could still hear the voices in the maybe dream…hot moaning from Mary and Lisa. He remembered he was raped by them somehow. Whatever it was, it was against the law, but very sexually exciting.
He tried to ignore the thoughts as he went to work. The thoughts wouldn’t stop as that dream thing gave him a sexual thrill he’d never had before. Hour after hour the thoughts dwelled over and over. Those sounds were so hot and …a wet dream…that was it, he had a wet dream, and the best one he’s ever had. He had been a kid the last time he had one, but never as good as this. Now the thoughts were in their proper place and he continued his work….but the thoughts lingered on all night.
…* the part John still doesn’t know about…
…Mary..
…We let John sleep in his recliner, with that content face of his. We removed everything, blindfold, we put the cuffs away, no evidence… just that he fell asleep in his recliner….
…. We went down the hall quietly and tapped on mom’s bedroom door. She opened it a crack. I said quietly: “Did you get all that on the camera?” She opened the door and said: “I sure did, every bit of it. I’ll make 3 disk copy’s, one for you guys, one for me and one hidden in a secret place in case he ever found ours.
….I think we’ve found us a man who will want to stay with us for a long time girls….nice work.”
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…John was in bed with Mary’s mom and told her about this great sex dream he had. She snuggled up to him very interested in the details.
He lied….. He said it was about him and her having hot sex in his recliner. She said that sound very hot and different. She of course knew he was not about to say the ’dream’ was with her daughter Mary and her girlfriend Lisa.
….Every Tuesday night was the weekly night when mom pretended to go to bed early, John took a nap in his recliner and the girls practiced their cheerleader routines in the living room. He watch them intensely and then closed his eyes for a his re-occurring ‘dream’ nap. The girls put the blindfold on him, duct tape over his mouth, the hand and leg cuffs went on and down came his pants.
…This time was real different. He felt a 3rd girl get on top of him. She had bigger tits and a little bigger body. (it was Mary’s mom.) She played with him, stroking his hardon and sucking it just right. All the girls became aggressive and all started a multi-attack on him. Kissing him all over, jerking him this way and that way and whispering how they were going to rape him against his will, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was told to lay there and take it.
….John couldn’t be more pleased and mega excited. They told him ’not’ to cum until they told him to. He pretended to resist. They liked that and teased his hardon with their tongues. Not cuming was not easy, he was finding. He squirmed for real soon, to keep from cuming.
… Finally the girl with the big tits got on top and started fucking him like a wild woman. The other girls felt his balls and around his hardon. Then they all said…’cum now mister, or you’ll be sorry.’ He had no problem pleasing his attackers in their request. He thought his balls had been squeezed as the cum shot into the hot pussy. It shot out the sides as fingers felt it and he heard the licking sounds.
…Moaning voices told him if he ever told anyone about this he’d be sorry. The girl got off as another one got on and continued fucking him. She kept fucking him hard as he tried to cum again. She got off and a 3rd girl got on and stuck his hardon in her wet pussy. She put her hand to his throat and told him he better cum again. She pulled her knees up and fucked him very fast as he felt another cum working it way up. “..cum damn you…cum..” she demanded. He let loose with a wonderful hot second cum in her. Two shots and she got off and the last girl got on as he shot in her too. Everyone was out of breath and the girls moaned in his ears. They whispered that he better not ever tell anyone about this or they might force him fuck them all again sometime.
He just smiled and shook his head agreeing…
…. never to tell….

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Christy the cumslut

I was dozing off on the couch Sunday morning, the television quietly displaying an infomercial. The sudden presence of another person in the living room woke me up and I looked over at my daughter. Christy was fifteen and beautiful, walking toward me with long smooth legs. She was wearing her sleep clothes, a pair of pink cotton panties and a t-shirt that once had been able to cover those panties, but since she developed breasts it had slowly inched its way up her thighs so that it now left her belly button showing. I immediately grew hard under my robe.
Christy climbed onto the couch with me and draped herself over my lap, resting her head on her folded arms. I stroked her luscious blonde hair and her cheek. She opened her blue eyes and turned over onto her back, resting her head dangerously close to my throbbing erection.
“I think they’re bigger this morning, Daddy,” she suddenly exclaimed, sitting up and hopping onto my lap, her small ass rubbing my prick as she slid herself into a comfortable position. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and tossed it on the floor.
I looked at my daughter’s perfect pert tits. Of course, it had only been a few days since the last time I had examined them, so I knew that there would be no visible change, but I eagerly cupped her mounds in my hands, bent my head down to peer at them.
“You might be right,” I said, gently sucking on a nipple. She hugged my head hard, holding me against her breasts.
She moaned. “I’m so horny today, Daddy. Can’t we go somewhere together?”
I had switched over to her other breast, sucking its nipple while I palmed the other. “Like where?”
“I don’t care. Anywhere. I want some cum. A lot of cum.”
“How much?”
“A lot, Daddy,” she groaned. “I want to bathe in it.”
I gently moved her off my lap and onto the floor. She knelt between my legs. I opened my robe, releasing my seven-inch cock. She wrapped one hand around it, her fingers barely touching her thumb.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said between deep breaths, “if you can make me cum before your mom gets home from church, I’ll try to give you a cumbath this evening.”
She needed no other convincing. She expertly took me into her mouth, noisily sucking and slurping my hard shaft, her tongue wagging over my cockhead, my balls, and the purple veins in my cock. She drooled over my tool, jerked me off messily. Finally I came, shooting load after creamy white load into her mouth, onto her tongue and teeth, over her lips and chin. She swallowed, licked herself clean, swallowed, licked me clean, and swallowed some more.
“Alright, baby,” I said, taking her back into my arms and on my lap. “I’ll give you a cumbath tonight. Rest that mouth of yours, you’re gonna have to do a whole lot of sucking.”
She grinned, rubbed her panty-covered ass over my semi-stiff dick. Then she got up, put on her t-shirt, and went to her room. I spent most of the rest of the day making phone calls.
I explained to my wife that I thought Christy and I needed to spend some quality time together. I told her we’d be going out to dinner and to a movie. We might stop to have dessert after the movie, so she shouldn’t expect us home early. My wife, ever-trusting and naive, thought it sounded like a grand idea.
I drove Christy to a nice motel. I didn’t want a hotel, as the room would be busy and I wanted us to be undisturbed by bellhops, room service, and the like. However, finding a motel that actually had baths was tricky. They almost all had only showers. One, however, had an equivalent of a Honeymoon Suite, which included a nice sized bathtub and free bubble bath to go with it.
Christy loved the room and immediately looked at the bathtub. She came out with a look of concern on her face. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get that tub full by myself.”
“I have enough donors for you, baby. I’m sure.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure to get lockjaw or something.”
I looked thoughtfully at the tub for a moment.
“I could call some friends. If that would be okay with you,” she suggested.
“This is your day, Christy. If you want some friends to help you, by all means, have them come over.”
Christy went to the phone and placed some calls. “They’ll be over within the half hour.”
“Okay. My guests aren’t scheduled to start arriving until forty-five minutes from now anyway. I wanted some time alone with you again first.”
Christy grinned seductively, pressed her back into me, “Oh yeah?”
I reached around her and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off roughly. I tore her bra between the cups, removing that as well. She walked toward the bed and I pushed her face down onto it. She lay still for me as I stripped, then lifted her hips so I could pull her shorts and panties off. She had a great ass, round and clean and tight. I squeezed her ass, a cheek in each hand, then grabbed a bottle of lubricant I had kept in my shirt pocket. I lubed up my first finger and gently rubbed her asshole, then poured some lube into it.
She shivered and gasped as the cold gel touched her deep inside. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck your ass, Christy.”
“I don’t know,” she made to stand up, but I pushed her back down, grabbed a pillow to stick under stomach, another for her to bite down on.
“I do know, Christy. I want to fuck your ass.”
I probed her gently with my finger. She cried out, bit down on the pillow, and trembled as I went down to the second knuckle. She was tight as hell, and I was throbbing to get inside her. I pulled out, then pushed in some more, turned my finger around, all the while she groaned and gasped into the pillow. I looked between her legs – she was dripping wet all over the pillow and sheets. I had made her cum.
I knelt behind her, bending down to position my cock at her shaved cunt, dipped the head into her tight pussy, and thrust inside her, filling her, making her cry out in surprise. I fucked her fast and hard, all the while working her ass with my finger, deeper, harder. She came three times, squirting her cum around my cock. I had gradually moved on to my middle finger, filling her ass up with the thicker meat of my hand. I squeezed one cheek hard and held it as I fucked her cunt and her ass. She came another time.
All the while she had been scratching and clawing at the pillow and sheets, but now I grabbed her hands and pulled them back, digging her head further into her pillow. I placed her hands on her ass and told her to stretch her cheeks apart for me. She obeyed, holding her tiny asshole as open as she could.
I pulled out of her cunt, keeping my middle finger in her ass, and positioned my cock right at the entrance to her forbidden hole. My cock was slick with her juices, and as I moved my finger out I instantly replaced it with the very tip of my cockhead, blocking her sphincter before it could tighten up.
I pressed down, aware of a pain in my prick as I tried to squeeze it too hard. I poured some more lube under the tip of the head, slicking up the asshole enough to get my mushroom cap popped in. She was kicking the bed and sobbing into her pillow. I stroked her back, shushed her, and helped her hold her ass wider. I pushed down, sinking slowly, inch by inch, into her ass. Finally I was half way inside her, as far as I believed I could go with her. I began making slow and shallow strokes, gently fucking her sore ass.
Soon it became easier to fuck her as her ass grew accustomed to my presence. I found myself penetrating her deeper, harder, and faster until I felt my balls slapping her cheeks and then my hips bouncing on the small round globes of her ass. I reached around her and cupped her tits in my hands and fucked her furiously hard, kissing the back of her neck where her blonde hair had fallen away, dark and sweaty, to the side. She had stopped crying, and was now only groaning in the hazy mist between pleasure and pain.
I moved all her hair to one side, baring her ear and her cheek. I kissed them, then grunted in her ear. “You’ve got a tight asshole, baby. Daddy loves your ass.”
“Uhn … uhn … UHN …” she could one groan at first as my cock brought her intense sensations. “I love you Daddy,” she panted at last. “I love you in my ass. You’re so big in my tight ass.”
I couldn’t take much more. I fucked her hard, then whispered: “Are you ready for your first load of cum tonight?”
“Uhm-hmn,” she bit her lip and nodded.
I pulled out, a slight popping noise reverberating as I cleared her. She turned around onto her back and I rushed to stradle her chest. She lay back with her mouth open and her tongue out, panting. I let loose my load, dropping cum onto her tongue, lips, teeth, and face. Her forehead, cheeks, and hair were all splashed with my seed. Normally she would have swallowed my loads down, but now she just closed her mouth and let the bit on her tongue bubble out from between her lips, boil over onto her chin and neck. I kept dripping and shaking my cock so as to get as much of my load as possible all over her face.
There was a knock on the door and I hit the bed with my whole body, exhausted. “Christy?” a young voice from the other side called out.
I rolled off the bed and opened the door, standing behind it so the girls could come in without showing the outside world my nudity. I shut the door behind them and they spun to look at me, blushing and giggling. There were two of them, two brunettes. They appeared to be about my daughter’s age.
One of them looked at Christy and grinned. “Jeez, Christy, you didn’t tell us you were going to be starting without us.”
Christy shrugged.
The other girl said, “I thought you said something about a bath.”
Christy climbed off the bed, my seed still dripping down her face, and led them to the spacious bathroom. “Wow.” I heard someone say from inside.
I looked at the clock. “You girls better get ready. The first wave should get here any minute now.”
I saw clothing getting tossed out of the bathroom, and in a few moments Christy called out: “We’re ready, Daddy!”
I entered the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe so I could listen for a knock at the front door. I had found my robe and put it on, and now I watched the naked girls in the bathtub with a lascivious grin. My cock had once again sprung to life and was peeking out from under the folds of my robe.
“Who are your friends?”
Christy sat between the two girls in the empty bathtub. To her left was Jennifer, a sixteen-year-old girl with perfect tits I feared Christy might never get. They were the size and firmness of softballs, and were placed close enough together — and had enough lift — that they provided her with great cleavage and tit-fuck space even when she was not wearing a bra. The girl to Christy’s right had a chest just about as large as Christy’s — half-grapefruits, I’d say. Her name was Brianna. After Christy made introduction, Brianna put her arms around Christy, cupping my daughter’s tits, and slowly, sensuously, began licking the lines of cum crawling toward her chest and neck. Christy kissed Brianna on the lips, the two sharing tongues for a bit, then broke apart, a string of semen bridging their lips and tongues together.
My eyes were torn between the pretty cumplay and Jennifer’s great tits. As Christy warned Brianna not to swallow any cum yet, so as not to diminish the bath, Jennifer turned her sexy green eyes toward me and smiled.
“If you want to try them, you may, sir,” she said.
I looked up into her eyes.
“My tits. Do you want to fuck them?”
I let my robe fall open and Jennifer got to her knees, thrusting her heavy chest out over the tub edge. I was at the perfect position to place my thick cock between her perfectly round mounds. Brianna and Christy divided their attention between watching us and kissing each other. Jennifer squeezed her upper arms together, pressing her tits tight around my aching prick. I slowly fucked her chest, enjoying the lovely sensation of her perfect flesh.
She bent her head down and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, my cock, on it’s up thrusts gliding ride up the pink ramp into her damp, hot cavern. Finally the joy of her mouth outweighed that of her tits and we forwent the titfuck in order to get into the blowjob more fully. She cupped my balls and deep-throated my cock, making me groan in pleasure. Her mouth moved expertly over my cock, and I caught a brief look on Christy’s face that might have been jealousy.
After a couple minutes of intense mouth fucking, Jennifer suggested Brianna taste me. I moved over and let the younger girl, fourteen, take me into her warm mouth. Her blowjob technique was not as expert as Christy’s or Jennifer’s, but as it seemed even more to be the attempt of a child, it was enticing and mind-numbing in its wickedness.
Finally I was receiving a three girl blowjob, with Christy sucking sweetly on the head of my cock and her friends on either side, switching from suckling my balls to salivating on my shaft and slurping it up with eager lips and tongues. I came once again, spreading my heavy load onto all of them, mainly focusing on splashing their tits and necks, though all three once again sought out my load for their hungry little mouths. This time it was Jennifer who let hers bubble out of her mouth and drool down to her left nipple, then reminded the others that they were here for a bath, not a meal.
I’ll summarize the events of the next six hours, as they were largely repetitive. Five men showed up at my invitation moments after the above-mentioned triple blowjob. They were led to the bathroom by myself and shown to the three girls, two more than they had anticipated. Every ten minutes, five more men showed up. The girls had to work quickly and well to get their desired candy from the men as soon as possible. Since there was a goal to the evening’s festivities, exploration of each man’s cock had to be traded for a fast and perfect blowjob. I watched every now and then, but mainly opened the door and led the new recruits into the bathroom. I knew all the men, if not personally, at least casually. I worked with them, or went to school with them, or knew of them from some other sphere of life. Very few of my calls resulted in the refusal of a free blowjob or blowjobs. Indeed, after each man spent his load all over my daughter and/or her friends, I sent them across the street to the gas station to have something to drink, and invited them back when they were able, to have another go.
The girls became experts at giving the individual blowjob. Perhaps it was her anal experience before the bath that led Christy to discover that if she sucked a man’s cock and stimulated his prostate with her finger, his cum was harder, had more volume, and gave him a better orgasm.
They also, at times, shared a man’s cock, though that was rare. A few heads were bumped in the process, but no one was injured. More often than not, they were each dealing with two or more cocks at once. Sadly, Brianna suffered from a cut on her lip when two eager men tried too hard to shove their cocks in her mouth at the same time. She quickly patched up, and after forty-five minutes of sourness and somewhat slowed production, she was as good as new and giving head to three guys at once (not in her mouth at once, of course).
I kept the order and peace, making sure no one cut, and sending home a couple men who had arrived drunk or become so as the night progressed. I would not allow harm to come to any of those girls. I was asked time and time again to allow the men to fuck the girls’ cunts or asses, but I knew that nothing would be accomplished that way. And I didn’t like the idea of another man’s cock in my girl’s cunt or ass. A petty quirk I tried to analyze, but could not find the time to do so that evening.
At a couple points I set a friend of mine at the door and returned to the girls for another donation of my own seed. They all paid special attention to me, and I was usually the rare recipient of two girls’ tongues or lips at once. For their extra care, I gave them more semen than I had believed I could make in my entire life.
As the hours went by, I watched the tub slowly fill with thick white cream.
I especially enjoyed watching Christy struggle to work her mouth over a certain African-American man I had invited from the factory. His cock was a monster, dwarfing even my not-too-shabby piece of meat. She could only get a couple inches past the mushroom cap, but managed to slobber her saliva all over his shaft from the side, and he seemed especially receptive to her amazing ball-sucking.
For her efforts, he came hard on her face, already hidden beneath the cum of dozens upon dozens of previous loads.
I got the girls water to drink to keep their mouths from drying out on all the dick they were sucking. I also held a bucket for them when they needed to pee, so that they wouldn’t taint the cum with the vile taste of urine.
Finally two a.m. rolled around and the girls were tired physically and mentally. They asked me not to let anyone else into the room, but promised to finish off the dozen or so guys waiting around in the room for their second or third (or more) blowjob. At three a.m. the room was empty, everyone thanking me profusely and promising me their first-borns. I waved good bye, shut and locked the door, and return to the bathroom. Christy was beaming, scooping up handfuls of the seed they had collected and pouring it on her chest, on her head, tilting back her head and pouring it on her face, licking and swallowing it, finally.
Her friends were likewise enthralled with their tub of cum, and they all bathed each other like young children in a bubble bath. “Thank you, Daddy,” Christy smiled.
I said she was welcome, and said the same to her friends when they also gave me their thanks. “Wherever did you get all those guys?” Jennifer asked, flashing her erotic green eyes at me.
“From all over.”
Brianna’s hand was invisible beneath the white foam, but she was leaning back against the wall, her eyes shut, her wrist dipping in just between her legs. Christy leaned over and sucked Brianna’s nipple.
I went back to the room, and tried to take a short nap. I, too, was exhausted. About an hour later Christy called out to me. I returned to the bathroom. She was frowning. “We can’t possibly drink all this, Daddy.”
I smiled. “Of course not, baby.”
“I don’t want to waste it all.”
I left the bathroom and retrieved a box from the closet. I handed washed out gallon milk containers to each of the girls and they happily filled up jug after jug with cum. “I don’t know how this stuff keeps or whether it’ll taste good for very long, Christy,” I warned.
“It’s alright, we’ll try it.”
I had to run to the all night gas station and buy eight more gallons of milk, dump them out in the parking lot, rinse them, and give them to the girls. Finally I enjoyed a wonderful show as the girls brought the level down to the point where they couldn’t fill the jugs anymore. They sucked and slurped the cum off the bottom of the tub floor, wiggled around and splashed in it, sucked and licked each others’ bodies and they each came a few times as they cleaned one another.
When they had sufficiently made use of the cum in the tub, they ran the shower, and I fell asleep on the bed.
I woke up around eleven a.m., late for work, and looked at the three naked girls spooning next to me on the bed. Christy was closest to me, Jennifer in the middle, and Brianna behind her. I called my wife at work, apologized profusely for worrying her, and explained that we’d stopped at a friend’s house and fallen asleep there. I assured her that the bonding experience went wonderfully and that the benefit it would have on Christy’s and my relationship would far outweigh the consequences of missing one day of work and school.
As I hung up, my cock was being gently stroked, and I turned back to find the girls awake, still spooning each other, and Christy holding my cock. They smiled, looking over one another’s shoulders at me, except Christy, whose beautiful blue eyes just stared into my own. I turned onto my back and Christy gave me a handjob.
“Can I fuck your Dad?” Jennifer asked Christy.
She nodded. Brianna lay on her back and Jennifer climbed out from between her friends and stradled my hips, lowering her pretty pink cunt lips down onto my hard prick. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat rectangle over her cunt, but far enough away from her lips that one could go down on her without tasting hair.
She impaled herself over and over on me, her cunt clamping down tightly on my erection. She was wonderful. Christy and I kissed, the taste of cum in her mouth replaced by toothpaste. Brianna reached around Christy and pinched her nipples softly. I reached up and roughly fondled Jennifer’s exsquisite softballs, kneading them together and making her tilt her head back in orgasm.
I looked at the young Brianna over Christy’s shoulder. “How about you, Brianna?” I asked.
“I’ve never done it before,” Brianna said quietly, almost sadly.
Both of her friends looked at her. “Really?” Christy asked. “Then you definitely should. My dad is an excellent lover.”
Jennifer climbed off me and Brianna was placed on her back in the center of the bed. Her friends on either side of her, Jennifer kissing the young virgin’s mouth, Christy rubbing the girls cunt, then sucking on her nipples. Brianna eagerly spread her legs and I prodded her with my slippery knob. She opened for me with little resistance, having cum already this morning from playing with her girlfriends. I shoved myself deep inside her, feeling her tightness give way to my powerful cock. Her hymen had been torn already during some previous sex act or contact sport, but she still quivered and moaned as I filled her with something the likes of which she had never experienced before. I fucked her fast and hard, feeling myself unable to take it much longer.
I tore out of her cunt, my balls tightening, my load welling up at the head of my cock. Christy raced toward it, throwing her mouth over my head before the first load escaped. I came and came and came and came, harder and better than I ever recalled having come. Jennifer had her face up to Christy’s, had her tongue slowly lingering on the underside of my cockhead so that as Christy pulled her full mouth away from my prick, Jennifer could catch the ample overflow, as well as the drippings still emptying from me.
I watched once again as the girls shared my cum.
That is where I will end this episode, though, be sure, that this was not the last time I sampled the treats of my lovely daughter and her friends. Perhaps another time I can describe just what was done with the gallons of cum we had preserved from Christy’s cumbath.

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Inside Me: C07

Inside Me
—– 7 —
I woke up being squeezed into the most comfortable, warm, and strong body ever. It was a tight squeeze on my twin mattress side by side with Ean, but tight squeeze was good with him. Really good.
Ean looked to my face when I moved my head around to see if anything was new. It was just him and I naked together.
“I would give anything to feel just once what I saw you go through. That must have been some orgasm you had,” he said to me.
“You have no idea.”
“I think your face is stuck in a permanent smile too. I couldn’t even force your lips down when you were asleep.”
“How long was I out?”
“Almost two hours. I was going to wake you up soon if you didn’t come to on your own.”
“Why? Why can’t you just lay with me forever?”
“Mom’s coming home today. In just a few hours from now. I have to get you to school.”
“Awww, why school?”
“I don’t really want to explain to mom why you didn’t go. Also, maybe something will happen there to wipe that smile away. Mom will definitely ask you some questions if you look like that when she comes home while you’re skipping school. So, go take a shower.”
“No, I’ll go to school, but I’m not cleaning you off me just yet.”
“Well, at least put some clothes on unless you want to walk into class like this.” He circled my nipple with his index finger. My body was so worn out.
Ean let me go and rolled from the bed. “Hurry up,” he said as I watch his naked backside walk from my room.
I couldn’t believe what just happened. I felt so happy. I looked over to my clock. It would be the start of fourth period at school by now. I would make it just in time for lunch! Montana would die when I told her what happened. When I told her the reason I missed math class was because my brother drove me unconscious in the most amazing orgasm a human could probably have.
I sat up and scooted off my bed, opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. As I slipped them on, I looked at the large stain that was embedded into my sheets. I looked down to my vagina as my panties pressed into it. Montana would flipped as I told her that right then as we spoke, my body was leaking with my brother’s cum. My panties would be fighting to hold it all inside me. Right there in school. In the cafeteria. As I sat right in front of her.
All the things I was going to tell her. My mind was running rampant with the thoughts of what just happened.
As I opened the car door and unbuckled to get out for school, Ean spoke.
“What do you want? What’s something that you really wanted for awhile now?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t think that smile is leaving anytime soon. I want at least a decent reason to tell mom why you’re so happy.” If it was possible, I smiled even bigger.
“Nothing really. Just buy a bunch of candy and say we got in a fight and you bought it for me to make up. Mom knows how happy that would make me if you did something like that just for me. Especially since the way you were acting before she left.”
Ean smiled and said goodbye. I got out. I was so eager to get into the school and talk to Montana.
By the time I finished filling in a late slip in the front office, my lunch period had just started. I was starving but I didn’t want to waste any time in line. I walked into the cafeteria and found Montana just sitting herself down. She adjusted herself in her seat before pulling her lunch from her book bag. She looked a little depressed and lonely.
I marched up and sat down before her. She looked up surprised. The surprise in her face only got bigger and bigger as she read my expressions like a book. She was about to become one jealous girl.
—
I walked home that day. I looked for Ean but the car wasn’t there. My feet felt funny for some reason on the walk. I didn’t know why for the longest time until as I looked down to my shoes, it finally clicked in my mind. And when it clicked, I wanted to just die right then and there. Mom would definitely be home by then.
I was wearing my old shoes. My shoes from last year. My feet had become accustomed to my new shoes for this school year already but the shoes I had on right then were familiar enough to me that I wouldn’t have noticed when I put them on.
I even remembered seeing them that morning. I smiled at them thinking back. Why did nothing click then?
My new shoes were in Ean’s room. In the middle of my pile of clothes. On his floor. A few feet from his bed just inside his doorway. Mom was home. I wanted to die so bad. Maybe Ean returned home before mom. Hopefully he didn’t spend too long out. Maybe he noticed it. Hopefully it clicked in his head before mom walked by and saw it. Saw the pile of her daughter’s clothes on the floor in her son’s bedroom.
By the time I arrived at the front door past my mom’s car, Ean had his wish. Something indeed had wiped the smile from my face. I opened the door and walked in to greet my mom sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She turned and looked at me.
“Have a fun time while I was away?” she asked. She asked it as if she could have known but also might not have. Either way, she wasn’t beating me to death. Although, Ean wasn’t around either. I didn’t see dad’s car in the driveway or garage. “Your brother came home about an hour ago with a bunch of chocolates for you. He said you two had a fight and he thought candy would make everything better.”
“Where is he?” I asked coyly.
“I sent him to the store to pick up a few things. I thought I would take it easy on myself. My boss was very impressed with my stories following the trial. He said I got the Supreme Court case. Unfortunately I’ll be leaving again but I do get a big bonus… You and Ean seem to be hitting it off.”
I blushed. “When are you leaving?”
“The thirtieth of this month.”
“That’s next week! You can’t leave already.”
“I’m not going forever. And my boss said if the case lasts too long, he would let me come home for a few days in the middle. It is nice to know you missed me though.”
“Well, Ean can be a little hard to deal with sometimes.” I had to think about any little boring part of the past week to be able to say that.
“Well, it seems that he is coming around quite nicely. I’m sure you had a lot to do with that.” Damn her. She threw me into a blushing rampage. I couldn’t figure out what she knew or thought. “How has school been?”
“I got a friend.”
“Really!?” She looked too happy.
“Yes mom, it’s so amazing that I could actually get a friend.” That time I made her blush a bit with embarrassment. “Which reminds me. She told me that she takes a pill to help regulate her periods. I was wondering if I could get that too since mine are still pretty messed up.” I hoped so much that she would buy the story. After I remembered about my clothes in Ean’s room, I had no idea how to ask my mom to put me on birth control. That just kind of popped into my head right then.
She looked at me hard, almost curious. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said thoughtfully.
“Please don’t tell Ean either. He’ll tease me forever. And don’t even tell him behind my back thinking he’ll understand or listen to you when you say not to tease me. I don’t want him to know at all.” Mom kept staring at me, almost into me. I couldn’t tell if it was actually her, or me just being incredibly paranoid.
“I’ll see if I can get you an appointment before I leave next week. When was your last period?”
“Two weeks ago, maybe.”
“Yeah, I’ll call my gynecologist here in a bit and see how early we can schedule you in. Go wash up. When you’re brother gets back, we’re going out to eat.”
“Thanks mom.” I ran up to hug her. “I love you.”
I pulled away and quickly walked from the kitchen, down the hallway to the bedrooms in the back of the house. I slowed down at Ean’s door and peered in. My clothes were gone. I continued into my bedroom and closed the door. I looked everywhere for my clothes and quickly found them thrown in my laundry basket.
Did mom or Ean throw them there? Where were my shoes? I walked over to the basket and began checking off my attire from last night. My panties were in there too. I had kicked those to the other side of his bedroom. I really hoped mom hadn’t put my clothes in there. Then I felt something hard in my clothes. I gripped it and pulled out one of my shoes. I sighed in relief. Only Ean would throw my shoes into the laundry basket. But Ean also arrived home after mom.
I wasn’t being ripped a new life yet from mom nor was she drilling me with questions, so I decided to go with the best case scenario, she couldn’t have seen the pile. I would leave it at that. I was in a limbo long enough with Ean; I didn’t want another one with mom. I would just live in an ignorant bliss if I had to.
I pulled my other shoe from the basket and decided to put those on. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I noticed then just how dirty I felt. I hadn’t taken a shower in two days and after that morning, my body was covered in dry sweat. I must have reeked.
The rest of the day was decently fun and mostly awkward with Ean and mom. I fell asleep on my own bed alone. On top of my brother’s dried cum that had dripped from me that morning.
I woke up the next morning, took my shower and ate breakfast. Ean was taking me to school again. Mom wanted to sleep in. I decided to throw my sheets and some of my clothes in the washer before leaving. I figured it would be easier to make up a reason why I did my own laundry rather than why there was dried semen on it.
School was as usual. A lot more fun than it normally had been in the past though. I had Ean waiting for me at home and Montana with me while I was there. I was happy. Montana and I mostly reminisced about the snippets of stories I told her about Ean and I. She started up on how she was going to have to spend Labor Day weekend with her aunt because her parents were going away for their anniversary. I had a feeling she was hinting at something to me but I ignored it.
At home, mom told me her gynecologist had called back and she had gotten me an appointment the next Tuesday.
The rest of the day went fairly nicely. Nothing real big. Montana called but we didn’t talk to long because her sister was bugging her to play with her. I hung up feeling weird. For some reason having a friend felt weird. I told her things I had never told anyone before and felt that she did the same to me. I really like her and everything about having a friend but it was so new to me. Ean was always my friend when I was young, but he was a boy. Montana was a girl. Things were different. Good different though.
Mom didn’t ask me about the sheets in the washer. I had cleaned them before like that when one of my pads leaked at night.
I woke up Friday morning and followed my usual routine. Mom brought me to school. School was the same. I told Montana about the appointment. She seemed almost disinterested for some reason. It was ok though, at least I had someone to talk to. I had my days as well like that, just disinterested in the outside world.
Mom picked me up from school. She said she had to go into her work that night for several hours to get filled in on the case so it would just be Ean and I until about ten o’clock. She dropped me off at home and went on her way.
I walked through the kitchen to grab the cordless phone and went to straight to my bedroom to jump on my bed and think. I didn’t have all that exciting of a life and I had always spent most of it in thought. Besides, I knew that Montana would be calling in about half an hour.
I wanted to think about something to talk about with her but nothing came to mind. She seemed a bit dazed that day so I thought I would have to do a lot of the talking. I lost track of time and soon Ean walked into my room for no apparent reason. He stood before my bed and stared down at me for a little while. Then his reason became very apparent.
He leaned forward onto my bed and touched his fingers to my belt. He pulled the end out from the buckle and unlatched it. I wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing just barging into my room and undressing me but then he pulled my zipper down after popping the button open on my jeans. I wasn’t in the mood for anything a few seconds prior, but after I looked down to him staring so intently at my exposed panties, that changed everything.
As he wrapped his fingers over my jeans and between my panties and bare skin, my body instinctively lifted my butt from the mattress. Gently, my brother dragged my clothes down my legs revealing everything I had to offer from my waist down. My jeans and underwear scrunched up into my shoes. I shifted my feet to kick them off but Ean grabbed a hold of my shoe and stopped it from moving.
I obeyed his strength. He continued on running his face up my leg. I could feel the air moving over my skin as he inhaled through his nose. Slowly, he moved up, over my knee, and further. His head moved closer and closer to my vagina. I became scared that he would start tasting me there.
I heard about that before, boys tasting girls down there. I didn’t want Ean doing that. I felt dirty there. After a whole day of walking around at school. Even if I had just taken a shower I wouldn’t want him to lick there. What if I tasted bad? What if he didn’t like it and then started associated me with a bad food. He would avoid me. He wouldn’t touch me. No more sex.
I discreetly tried moving my hand over my other leg to cover that place up but Ean was already on my hip. He passed by that area. His hands were lifting my shirt, not up my body, but over his head. He was a tight squeeze under it but he kept pushing up over my belly, his hands running under the fabric as well on my sides. Then his forehead rode up between my breasts onto my bra.
As his hands made their way under my back, I pressed my head into my pillow and lift up my shoulders. Ean felt around the back of my bra until he found the small zipper. Carefully, he unzipped me. I felt the pressure on my breasts release as my bra came undone. Ean pulled the contraption up, uncovering my breasts for his face. His tongue immediately rolled onto my skin and up my right breast.
Then my nipple entered into a dome of hot humid air. A large hot soaking muscle pressed into the little nub and swirled around. I involuntarily arched my back. Ean’s left hand retreated from my shirt as his right firmly gripped my other breast. Ean had started sucking on my nipple. As he sucked, his tongue teased the protruding nub.
I felt his retreated hand squeeze me between my legs. He cupped me and in pulsing pumps, massaged the mound there. Then he pulled his hand back and returned with just his fingers. Quickly enough, he was just barely inside of me with them and had found my clitoris. So badly I wanted him to massage me into a slow orgasm but I would take the spiking pleasure of a rushed one too. If it came from him, nothing could be bad about it.
My breasts squished and rolled through Ean’s mouth and fingers like small water balloons. Then my hips shot into the air. He was spinning my clitoris between his fingers. It was like the greatest stinging urge to pee and it was getting worse and worse.
I had no control over Ean and he wouldn’t stop. I played with myself like that before but I could never keep it up very long. I couldn’t make myself do it much more than a few seconds at a time. Ean wasn’t feeling what I was. He could spin and pull at that most sensitive nub forever without dying in insane power. And he was going at it too.
My pelvis writhed back and forth, up and down. He wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop moaning and grunting. The hyper amount of stinging from down there was a blessing and a curse; a mix of powerful pleasure so overwhelming, it was painful.
“Stop, stop it,” I cried while laughing. I was going insane. He wouldn’t let go. It was coming. So fast. I was going to do it. “Please stop Ean, please.” He kept at it.
Then it all hit, and hard. My butt slammed down into the bed and my body tried curling up. An amazing orgasm washed through my body. The super powerful peeing sensation was being relieved and it felt so amazing. So warm.
My breathing was short, heavy, and rapid. Ean’s fingers pulled off my clitoris and rested on my vagina. Again, he just sat there feeling the amazing heat radiate between my legs as my lubrication poured into his hand. This time though, his head was in my shirt breathing in the perspiration from my breasts.
Every muscle in my body clamped and tightened. I was curling into a ball because of it. It was like my entire body wanted to fight to get as close to my vagina as possible. All the insane pleasure was exploding down there and my body wanted to disperse it amongst my entire being.
It was so much. I thought I was about to pass out again. My eyes went dark and my senses seemed to all numb. My entire body was shaking but every single muscle was tensely contracted.
It seemed to last forever but only a few seconds. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t even comprehend. My eyes faded back into focus all of a sudden. For a second, I thought I was waking up, that I had passed out again. But my body was slowly unseizing itself. I was slowly falling back into my mattress from my attempted fetal position. My body wasn’t covered in dry sweat, it was soaked in fresh sweat.
I felt my shirt lifting up my body just before my back touched against the mattress. I lifted my arms as Ean pulled it over my head. My bra followed shortly after. I laid there on my bed gasping for air completely naked. My legs were still tied together by my pants and underwear.
“You smell so amazing Maeghan,” Ean said running his nose up the side of my neck. His lips slid over my sweat glistened cheek and onto my mouth. He kissed me quickly and pulled back. “I think you wet yourself too.”
“That’s what girls do when they go off Ean,” I replied.
“I know that, but, you were squirting hard into my hand and there was so much.”
I lifted up real quick pushing Ean back. I got scared. I looked between my legs. It was completely soaked. Completely. All over me, all over my comforter. I couldn’t believe it. I got so embarrassed. I peed on his hand. I peed on my brother. Ean had to have seen the distraught in my face.
“You have no idea how hot that was though. I about lost it myself in my pants when I felt you doing that.” I looked to his face. Sure enough, he looked so remarkably happy, so amazingly pleased.
I was then pushed back to my bed and Ean straddled me while pushing his lips to mine. His mouth withdrew once more.
“I don’t know if I want to call you Maeghan right now, or little sister.”
I smiled. “You’re such a pervert.”
“Who’s the one who just used the bathroom on her older brother? The same girl having the orgasm in my arms.” I blushed so hard at that.
“Are you going to have your orgasm too now?”
“Yeah, but not in your arms.” He rolled his back in a downwards wave and slid the crotch of his pants across my vagina.
“Well, make it quick inside there then, I’m a bit exhausted in that area.”
“Trust me, after that, I’ll be lucky to last thirty seconds inside you.”
“Good, because the only thing that could make me happier is for you to pee that stuff of yours inside me.”
Ean was already pulling his pants down. His penis was soo hard. I noticed some shiny stuff on the head of it. I lifted my arm up and slid my finger over it to collect some.
“I thought you said you didn’t do it yet.”
“That’s just pre-cum. It shows how ready I am.”
There was a lot of it. He must have really been ready.
He dropped his pants and boxers to his knees before shifting around on my bed to get them down to his ankles. In one quick swoop, his shirt was on the floor with mine. He took one last good look at my entire body and then dropped down.
Slowly, I felt his member push into me. It was so big for me to take in. I could feel myself stretch so much but it did feel extremely smooth. I must have been very well lubricated. I felt a little soreness but he was slow so it didn’t bother me. Besides that, just the thought of him sticking his thing in me overrid any and all pain. Just when I thought it would never stop going further into me, which was getting kind of scary, I felt his pubic hair touch me and then smoosh between our bodies.
His face fell to mine and his warm welcoming lips kissed me. Strangely though, I felt his hands reach around me and hug me. I couldn’t figure out how he would move much at all in that position. It felt nice for me though.
Then I started moving. He was rolling me over. We were trading places. Before I knew it, he was below me letting his arms fall to the side.
“No, Ean, you do it, I can’t.”
“Maeghan, just do it. I know you’ve wanted to. You couldn’t get any more lubricated and it will only last like half a minute before I explode inside you. Just do what feels right.”
“That’s what I did last time and look what happened.”
“I guarantee, you can’t mess it up this time. Trust me.”
He wanted me to trust him. As much as I didn’t want to try it again, Ean wanted me to. I had to try.
I lifted my body up perpendicular to his and stared down. Cautiously, very very cautiously, I pressed my hands into Ean’s chest and pushed up.
“Hold me please. Just hold onto me,” I pleaded. Ean smiled and lifted his arms up to my sides. Gently, he held onto my hips. He wasn’t guiding me, he wasn’t pushing me, he just lightly held on. I knew though if I accidently did something wrong, he would immediately grip me harder and guide me to the right way. I had to trust him.
I reached the top, where I could feel him just about to leave me. When Ean had sex with me before, he always got close like that but he never left. That felt comfortable. He was always inside me than. I wouldn’t like him to leave me.
Incredibly slowly, I in the most tedious manner, dropped down onto him. My arms and legs started quivering a bit from all the weight but I didn’t want to go any faster. Ean just looked at me like I was doing everything right.
It was so smooth inside me though. I was so slippery. By the time I lifted up again, I was a little bolder. I dropped down with just a little more speed. The soreness started to return a bit from the incredibly intense orgasm I had just had. I hid it though. I didn’t want Ean to think I wasn’t enjoying this. I was, and very much. A little soreness was nothing compared to how I felt on top of my older brother like that.
After a few ups and downs, I started to get the hang of it and it was becoming very fun. I could see that my brother was really happy too.
“I’m sorry Maeghan, but I can’t hold on much longer.” I knew he could see in my face how much fun I was having. It was better that way though. Every drop I made on him, it hurt a little more, and I didn’t want to hurt too bad after it because I definitely wanted to try again and didn’t want any more bad memories.
Then the phone rang. Dang it. Why then? I had the phone on my bed waiting for Montana to call. It was probably her. It rang again. I really didn’t want to answer it but the ringing of it was destroying the mood of everything.
“Answer it,” Ean said smiling. “You can do two things at once, can’t you?” He had the biggest grin on his face. Montana would have a heart attack when I told her in private that I was riding my brother as I talked to her on the phone. I had to answer the phone then.
I reached over and picked it up as it finished another ring.
“Ok, but just hurry up and cum inside me unless you plan on getting back on top.” I didn’t know how long I would be able to do the two things. I was so new to riding him, only maybe two minutes new at it. I wasn’t experienced enough to keep going without thinking about it. I had the phone to my ear by then and went to push the talk button to answer.
“What?” I heard Montana almost yell into my ear. Oops. Maybe I had already pushed it by accident. At least it was Montana though, and not mom.
Ean seemed oblivious to the shout on the phone. He looked about to head into an orgasm.
“Maeghan, don’t let him cum in you. You have a gynecologist appointment in just a few days. They’ll see it in there.”
My body temperature spiked. Fear and panic flooded through me. Ean’s eyes showed clearly he was about to shoot. I immediately tried pulling up but Ean’s comforting hold on me tightened. Nooo.
I knew it was wrong to pull up when he was cumming. Just let me do it anyways. Why was I scared? Why did I have to tell him to put his hands on me to make sure I was doing it right? I groaned in fear and I pushed all my weight into my hand on his chest trying to free myself. He was way too strong though.
Boom. I felt the first assault of sperm pound deep into my body. Nooo. He was cumming in me. His eyes were glazed, his face completely expressionless but happy.
More and more warm liquid filled me deep inside. It felt so good but I didn’t want it in me. It almost felt like rape but I knew it wasn’t. I was just his weak little sister struggling as hard as I could to break free from his grip. He was cumming deep inside me and I wanted to cry.
I knew Montana could hear me groaning and grunting into the phone as I was almost in tears.
“Stop it Ean. Stop it. Let me go.” I whimpered.
I felt so full of him. The searing warmth of his semen pooling inside me, locked in there by the airtight seal his massive penis created. I could only imagine what my mom’s gynecologist would say when she looked in there and found cum. Cum inside her friends fourteen year old daughter. Would she give me birth control then? She wouldn’t give me the pills if she thought I was pregnant. That would kill a baby. I wasn’t pregnant though. I wasn’t. What would I tell mom when I wasn’t allowed to get the pills? Because they found semen inside me.
Ean was coming back from his happy place while I struggled to wipe the tears from my cheeks and eyes.
“Maeghan, Maeghan, come home with me after school Monday, I have something that can clean you out.”
“Really,” I cried.
“Yeah, definitely. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Trust me.”
She wanted me to trust her. That was something between me and Ean. When we said it, it was the ultimate thing. Montana was my friend. Why would she lie to me?
“Ok,” I sniffled.
“What’s wrong,” Ean asked me looking scared. “Why’d you try to pull away? Was I not supposed to do it in you?” I wasn’t really ever sure whether he believed I was on birth control or not, but for some reason, he looked very very scared.
“Why are you crying? I’m so sorry Maeghan. What did I do?”
It was one of the few times Ean didn’t understand what was going on. To him, what could have possibly gone wrong. There was no way I could mess it up. It had to be him then. Even if I did manage to mess something up, he said to trust him. He failed me. But all through that, I was crying after he just got amazing pleasure and he didn’t know why. He looked so scared.
“Nothing,” I said dropping down to him. “I’m just really really happy.” I sniffled my nose as I rested my chin on his shoulder.
“Also Maeghan,” I heard over the phone, “I know you don’t really want me to, but keep in mind I’m helping you either way, but I kind of already asked my parents if me and my sister could stay with you next weekend instead of with my aunt, and in short, I can if you can talk your mom into it.”
That evil bitch. I had just given her the perfect opportunity to not only just meet Ean, but sleep over with him for a four day weekend. She said she would still help me either way but how could I refuse her. If she hadn’t called right then, if she never found out about Ean cumming in me. I would have told her eventually, but still, she was the only one that could help me. She was the one who made me realize my mistake.
“Yeah, I’ll ask mom. I’ll do everything I can. Thank you so much.”
Even if I was going to get it out of me on Monday, I didn’t want to take any more chances.
“Ean?”
“What,” he asked nervously.
“Next time, I wanna try it in my mouth instead.”
“Oh you dirty little –“ I hung up the phone on Montana right there. I didn’t think he heard what she had said but I know he heard that she had said something.
“Who was that?”
“My friend from school. She wants me to ask mom if she can sleep over next weekend since her parents are leaving for their anniversary.”
“Mom will either say no or to ask me since I’m the only adult here at the time.”
“What will you say?”
“Well, is your friend weird like you?” I smiled at that. Then I got a little scared.
“Umm, well, she’s actually, uh, it’s Crystal’s little sister, and her other little sister too.” I held onto Ean a little more tightly. I was scared he might leave me right then. He was silent for a while before speaking.
“How’s she doing?”
“Really good actually. She looks at it all weirdly and it kind of makes sense to me, but to her, it’s not, it’s just, she’s coping with it.”
“I’ve talked to her on the phone before. She called when Crystal was at work and I was borrowing her cell phone.”
“What’d you think of her?”
“That she’d be a great friend for you,” he said indifferently after a short pause. I turned my head on his shoulder and looked up at his eyes. He looked lost in thoughts.
Montana never told me about talking to him on the phone. I knew he wasn’t talking about her younger sister because he couldn’t expect me to be friends with a seventh grader in middle school over a tenth grader in my own high school. Was that call just so insignificant that Montana thought not to mention it? Or was it something she deliberately didn’t talk about to me for some other reason?
Ean seemed lost in thought though. He seemed to be thinking more than just about her being a good friend with me.
“Well, I guess we better get up and cleaned before we doze off,” Ean said a little more energetically. “Don’t want mom coming home to this scene.”
I looked down at my naked body covered in splotches of drying sweat sprawled over my naked brother. I could only imagine the view mom would have looking into my open doorway seeing her son’s limp penis dangling below her daughter’s gaping, cum dripping vagina. ‘I swear mom, I just want to go on the pill to regulate my periods.’
Somehow, I didn’t think she would buy that story anymore.
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Railed on the Train

This story is true up until the sex, I’m married and would never go all the way but god did I want to.
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I was heading home on a Wednesday morning , it had been three months since I’d been to sea and was looking forward to the waiting arms of my wife. I have always been afraid of planes , so I usually take the Amtrak home. I got off the boat in New York and headed to the train station for the twenty four hour trip to Florida. I arrived at the station two hours early and as usual walked down the three blocks to the nearest liquor store. Picking up my bottle of Captain Morgan, I knew my trip would go faster with the help of my good friend. I boarded the train and we left on time at eleven in the morning.
I slept for the first four hours but, woke up and decided to go have a drink. I headed to the lounge and took a seat in the last booth. I ordered two cokes from the lady at the counter and poured me a generous amount of rum into my class, topping it off with coke. Taking the first sip, I relaxed and thought in twenty hours I’d be home and could get some rest.
After an hour of just sitting there I decided to get out my laptop and finish one of my sex stories that I had been working on. In The Shower, was the name of it. I was about half way done and since it was true it just flowed out of my mind and on to the screen. I had zoned out, due to my typing and drinking , I had not noticed the man that sat down opposite of me in the booth. Not tell he spoke up.
“Hey you don’t mind if I sit here do you?” He asked
“ Oh I’m sorry I didn’t notice you, no I don’t mind, knock yourself out.” I told him
“ Thanks” He said.
I largely ignored him since I was so engrossed with my story. I had finished typing and was proof reading it. After about fifteen minutes he spoke up again.
“ Man , this is going to be a long trip , I’m heading all the way to Miami. But I can’t stand airplanes so this is the only way I travel. How about you where are you going?” He asked me.
Slightly annoyed at him I looked up and finally took a good look at him. I was kicking myself for not looking sooner, He had dark skin but not too dark, black hair ,brown eyes and a fit body. My heart skipped a beat as I tried to mutter out a response.
“ Umm, Yeah, sounds like a long trip for you. I’m heading to Tampa so I’ve got a while too. I’m Mike by the way and your name is ?” I asked
“ Oh sorry , Marcus is my name.” He said shaking my hand.
He had soft hands, unlike mine that are hard and rough from the work I do. The feel of his skin excited me. It had been a good four years since I last been with a guy but it’s never far from my mind. Being married though I don’t take the many chances that come my way. With my attention now taken away from the computer I started to talk with him.
“So what do you do for a living?” I asked
“ I’m a fashion designer.” He said “ I work for a company in New York but, I’m heading to Miami to meet some friends. Hold on a sec while I go get another drink from the bar, I’ll be right back.”
He walked off and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass, as he walked away. Something about him told me he was gay , I usually can pick them out easily and the fact he was a fashion designer didn’t help his case with me. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and declared him straight until further notice. He came back to the table and sat down , he had purchased a bottle of Bacardi and a coke.
“ Its all they have” He said “ I prefer Captain Morgan but I guess I’m stuck with this”
“ No, your not, give me your glass, I have a liter of Captain in my bag here.” I told him reaching into the bag. He handed me his glass and I poured him a good bit.
“ Thanks a lot, what luck for me to run in to someone who also drinks what I drink and have some on them. That makes you almost perfect to me.” He said
“ No problem” I told him, a little curious about the “almost perfect” remark. A few hours passed as we talked back and forth to each other about our lives. I told him I was married to which he sounded down at hearing. He told me he had been engaged but decided not to get married, he said it wasn’t for him. Around seven at night I asked him if he’d like to join me in the dining car for dinner. He accepted and I packed my computer up. We walked back to the dining car and took a table. We ordered our food and continued our conversation. We were the same age so, we had a lot in common.
“ Your job sounds so interesting!” He said “ I bet you see a lot traveling from place to place aboard a boat. What’s the craziest thing that ever happened out there?”
I decided to test his take on homosexuals and told him, “ The craziest was once we were tied up at a dock that had a bar across the street, we all got shit faced and went back to the tug, that night I guess one of the guy’s got horny and tried to fuck the captain in the ass. It didn’t go over well.”
“ Man that’s nuts but, maybe the captain was hot.” He said.
We finished our dinner and went back to the lounge, luckily our booth was still empty and we sat down. I pulled my laptop back out and finished proof reading my story and logged in to XNXX to post it. That’s when he asked. “ What are you typing anyway.”
“Oh, nothing , just stories that I write.” I said, I didn’t want him to see what I write since I was having a good time and figured it’d be awkward if he found out. But he persisted
“ What kind of stories?” He asked “ They are not naughty are they.”
Hearing the “come on show me” tone of his voice, I told him yes they were sex stories that I write but, he couldn’t read them. Why I told him that I don’t know because it just made him more curious.
“Why not” He asked “ Are they private?”
“ No, I post them online but, I don’t think they are your flavor.” I told him
“ How do you know what my flavor is?” He asked “ I’m very open to anything.”
“I don’t think you are this kind of open.” I said , “these are gay stories.”
“Really!” He said “ Let me read it”
“ Why are you gay?” I asked
“No, I’m bi “ he said “ Wait a minute if you are married to a girl why are you writing gay sex stories?”
“Well , if you must know I’m bisexual myself but decided to settle down with the woman I love. These stories are where my gay life is now.” I told him
“ So that means you jack off to gay stuff, don’t you.” he asked
“ Of course” I said “but that’s were it ends. I’m very happy with my life but, I still have desires. My wife knows I been with guys and she has been with girls. We use that knowledge in bed to fulfill our fantasies and still stay true to each other.” I said
“Well that’s not as good as the real thing. Anyway do you mind if I read them then.” he said moving over next to me.
“I guess if you want to, go ahead.” I told him as I moved the screen over. He started to read it and I could tell it was getting him horny by the way he kept shifting around in the seat.
“ Wow” He exclaimed “ This is a hot story, it could get anyone horny.”
That’s when he placed his hand on my leg , as if to get a better view of the screen. I knew better and was sure if I did not stop him he would try and see how far I’d let him go. I decided not to move his hand, I wanted to have another fantasy that I could use for a story later. Slowly his hand slid to my thigh and from there to my inner thigh. My cock had felt the incoming touch and grew to its full length down my pant leg. By now the lack of sex and the booze that I had been drinking was breaking down my inhibitions and I was getting very horny. It had been so long since I had the touch of a man’s hand on my body and I longed for it so much. He pressed on and his fingers discovered my cock, his hand jumped back slightly, I guess he had not expected it. But he quickly resumed and started to trace my cock with his fingers and gently squeeze it.
“ Feels like someone else is horny too .” He said as he stopped touching me.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I said.
“ I have a better idea.” He said “ I have a sleeper in the forward car, how about we head that way and you can show me some more stories.”
My cock had taken control of my body now and without hesitation I said yes. We got up and I followed him down to his room. Stepping inside he locked the door behind us. I could not help myself and as he turned around I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our tongues touched and the feel of his lips made my cock pulse so hard it almost tore a hole in my pants. Still locked in our kiss I reached down and grabbed his dick, it was rock hard, I traced my hand down it and guessed it at seven inches. My own was six and a half but was a lot thicker. I decided to take command of our encounter and pulled off our shirts. Our bare skin felt so sexy rubbing together.
Gently I kissed and sucked his left nipple while running my hands up and down his chest which was shaved bare. He ran his hands through my hair and pulled slightly. I continued down to his waist line and used my teeth to undo his belt and jeans , in one motion I pulled his jeans and briefs to the floor. His cock stood strait up with a slight curve to the right. With one hand I grabbed his cock and stroked it. The smell of his crotch was intoxicating, a mixture of sweat and pre cum. I had to taste it and ran my tongue up the shaft, he quivered from the lick I had just given it and begged me to suck it. I put just the head into my mouth and sucked slowly while still stroking the shaft. Slowly working the whole length into my mouth till I had it all. For five minutes I continued to suck his cock, while he moaned with pleasure.
He motioned for me to stop and I stood up as he dropped to his knees and pulled my cock out. Reaching in to his bag he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. “ Please fuck me” he said getting on his hands and knees. I knelt down behind him and opened the condom. I tried to roll it down my dick but it was too tight. I usually use magnum sized condoms, not for the length but the girth. I decided to not use it and go bareback, I lubed my cock and his ass which seems to pulse in desire. I rested the head of my cock on his hole and slowly pushed, it went in with ease and I pushed all the way. With my cock fully engulfed by his ass I reached around and stroked his cock as I pulled out slow and rammed back in. I kept on pounding his ass so hard that our balls were sore from slapping into each other. I pulled out completely and slammed back in hard. It felt so warm and tight, even with my big girth his ass kept a tight grip on my cock, squeezing it every time I pushed in.
I could fell my orgasm building and held back as long as I could. I let out a scream that I was going to cum, he asked for me to cum in his mouth. A few minutes later I pulled out and he turned around, I jerked my cock and blew my load into his mouth. Stream after stream came flying out of my prick and onto his lips. It was to much and over flowed. I bent down and kissed his lips, savoring the taste of my cum and his lips. His cock was still pulsing from not having its release, I grabbed it and started to suck on it hard. It took only 2 minutes and he started to cum in my mouth, it was so hot I thought it would burn my tongue. He filled my mouth and I swallowed every drop, I was not going to share with him as I wanted it all. Exhausted I collapsed on the floor next to him wrapping my arms around his body and we feel asleep. It felt good to fuck a man again.
The End.
Hope you liked it. Please remember to practice safe sex.

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