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My fucked up story part 1

First off I would like to say this story is not made to be erotic i need to tell someone this and this is the best way so no one gets hurt im also gonna change the names of people

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Zac’s story 4

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An Edited Life, Part 3

The steel posture collar chilled my neck and my belly raged hot as I kneeled on Andre Gregory’s living room floor.
He clasped the collar’s other two locks before circling around me, his eyes taking me in, my body bare except for the collar he’d just closed around my neck and locked.
I’d read about things like this. While such stories intrigued me, I’d never imagined myself in such a position; being bold enough to yield control to another human being, to subject myself to their dominance, their desires.
Andre turned his back to me again, his hand disappearing into the box, this time drawing from it four smaller metal rings whose designs matched that of the collar I wore.
“Hold out your hands,” he said, and I complied, reaching in front of me as he attached the cuffs to my wrist and locked them, one at a time.
“Stand,” he said, “and put your feet on the coffee table, in turn.
I did as I was told, rising from the floor and putting my left foot on the table long enough for him to cuff and lock my ankle, before doing the same with my right foot.
Twenty-four hours ago, Andre and I were at work together, toiling through another day of information among a half year’s worth of days filled with information, information and even more information.
Slightly more than twelve hours ago, he picked me up at Escape, bought me a drink and danced with me before bringing me to his home and fucking me thrice.
And now stood before him, naked, collared, cuffed, my pussy bare and my confidence and self-control having abandoned me, shifting on my feet as I awaited his next words or actions.
“Return to your knees, please,” Andre said calmly.
I sank back to the rug, my feet butt resting against my heels, my thighs in a “V” and my hands resting on them as my back and neck remained straight.
“Perfect,” he said, “Absolutely perfect.”
The emotions that flowed through me are difficult to describe. After six months without a social life, there was pride, even relief, in once again being the object of a man’s desire, his lust. With the yielding of control came uncertainty and nervousness. And the thought of walking into the office Monday left me horrified over the embarrassment I knew I’d feel.
Andre reached beneath my face, curling his forefinger beneath my chin and lifting, and I knew he wanted me to stand again. He led me to the sofa’s back and bent me over it, just as he had the night before, only this time he pulled my wrists behind me. I heard a couple of snaps and realized my cuffs had been clasped together, and then with two more snaps I found my ankles locked to each another.
I stood still in the silence, bent over the sofa’s back, my tits dangling from my frame with my wrists and ankles locked together, leaving me completely at Andre’s whims.
A squeal exploded from me when Andre spanked me forcefully. God it hurt.
“To whom do you belong, Gabi?” Andre said.
The question was just unexpected enough that my hesitation brought another brutal slap to my ass, and I whimpered as the pain brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m yours, Andre, yours,” I muttered.
“What did you call me?” he asked before spanking me again, this time hard enough to make me lurch forward over the sofa to the point that my feet came off the floor.
“Master!” I shrieked, hoping for the sake of my burning ass that I’d gotten it right.
Andre said nothing, and the next sensation I felt was of his fingertip smearing something cold and slick onto my rose, before sliding his finger through it and spreading the cool jelly inside me.
“Oh God, there’s no way I could …” I began to object, only to be cutoff in midsentence.
“You can and you will,” said Andre.
He removed his finger from my ass and pulled me open, teasing my back door with his thick, spongy head before pressing forward and filling my rump.
I thrashed against the couch, my colon searing as he inched further and further into me.
Somehow, I managed not to scream.
It took away my breath when Andre pulled back and pushed into me again, and I squealed, “Please! Please! Please!” as he sodomized my helpless body.
“You’ll thank me for this later,” he said, as he rocked behind me, my ass agonizing as his motion stretched it.
What was to happen later? How is having my boss’s fat black dick in my ass going to help me later?
He continued to take me in the most intimate way I could imagine and I tried not to hyperventilate or pass out from the pain.
Andre’s hands stayed on my hips as he thrust hard into me, and my breasts danced wildly as they hanged from my chest, bouncing out of control each time his pelvis slapped my buns.
The relief I felt when he pulled out of me was all too brief.
Andre unclasped my ankle’s cuffs and guided me around the sofa before releasing my arms from behind my back. He put me on the couch’s cushions, on my back, and then connected each wrist to its corresponding ankle before crawling between my legs and returning his prick to my ass.
I felt possessed, owned. I was being objectified and used, and it suddenly seemed like a respected co-worker saw me as nothing as an instrument of pleasure.
Immediately after sliding back into my pucker, Andre started fucking me harder than he had any of the three times he’d taken my pussy. It was painful and humiliating, and I was helpless to do anything about it.
And it excited me.
Even in college, when everyone experiments with their sexuality, I’d never felt as much a slut as I did with my wrists and ankles locked together and my boss’s dick pounding my ass.
“I’m such a fucking whore,” I gasped, almost out of breath.
“Yes you are,” Andre chuckled, “And you’re my whore.”
Again and again he planted his shaft deep inside my colon, and the pain eventually gave way to a numbness I’d never before felt. Without warning, my pussy gushed against his pelvis and he laughed aloud as he said, “You are such a natural slave.”
A hot flash erupted within me as the word “slave” raked against my soul, but I had little time to process what Andre had said to me before Andre filled my ass with spunk, a sensation I’d never before experienced.
He held still as he came and we looked at each other, his satisfaction made obvious by the expression on his face.
“Jesus Christ, what are you doing to me?” I said as his jizz began to leak from my rump.
“Claiming you, enslaving you, making everything about you mine, Gabi,” he said, still holding himself deep in my jelly-like ass.
For whatever reason, the first thing that hit me was the irony of the beginning of Andre’s capture of me taking place at Escape, literally moments before I would have escaped from what had otherwise been an utterly boring and useless evening.
“Can we really do this?” I asked, hoping he understood the concerns that were so obvious to me.
“Given what’s happened during the last fifteen or sixteen hours, it seems as if we’ve done it,” he retorted.
Andre unclasped my cuffs before withdrawing from me, and then pulled me atop him as he lay on the sofa, placing his hand at the back of my head, pulling my face to his and giving me what felt like an almost loving kiss.
“We’re going out tonight, and it’s likely to be different than anything you’ve experienced,” said Andre, after taking his lips from mine.
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering just how much more different from my past life experience the weekend could become than what it already had.
“I’ll not tell you ahead of time,” he said. “Just trust me.”
It was at that point that I did something that, in retrospect, surprised even me.
“Yes, my Master,” I replied, causing Andre to purr happily.
Master? Really? Had my existence at The Meadows grown so dull, so mundane that the man who had been my superior at work – even a friend – could, with seemingly damned little effort, turn me into his fucktoy?
“We should get some sleep,” Andre said. “It’s going to be a long night.”
We rose from the couch and walked down the hall to his bedroom, nuzzling one another as we dozed off in his bed, my slumber only slightly delayed as I wondered what the evening would bring.
As had been the case when I’d awoken in the morning, Andre was already out of bed. I’d been out for a couple of hours, and with my awakening came the scent of food, grilled food.
I found Andre on the deck, dressed and manipulating steaks on his grill, he turned and smiled at me as I stepped onto the deck from the French doors, purring, “Good evening, my pet.”
“Need help with anything?” I asked, only to immediately realize that there was little appeal in preparing food naked.
“Not at all,” he said. “I’ve got everything under control.”
“Even me,” I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Even you,” he quickly added.
It didn’t take long before dinner was ready. I’m not sure how I’d missed it, but hours before Andre had placed a couple of potatoes in his slow cooker so that they’d be ready for dinner.
We returned to the table where we’d had lunch, eating ribeyes, the potatoes and a selection of fruit slices that includes apples, bananas and oranges, along with whole grapes and strawberries.
We made small talk as we dined, but I knew better than to ask about the evening’s plans, having already been told they wouldn’t be revealed in advance. I was, however, hopeful that I’d be allowed to wash off the remnants of the day’s repeated fucking before we did whatever it was Andre had planned.
Once dinner was finished, we cleared the table, taking the dishes to the kitchen, washing and drying them before putting them away.
“I’m going to remove your collar and cuffs so you can bathe,” Andre said to me. “Take your time, relax, enjoy the spa.”
I followed Andre to his bedroom where he unlocked and removed the collar and each of the four cuffs. Even after having had them on but a few hours, my neck, wrists and ankles felt as bare as my pussy had right after I’d shaved it at Andre’s insistence.
It seemed to take forever for the tub to fill, but it eventually did. Steam rose from the water’s surface, and I turned on the spa’s jets, circulating the vessel’s liquid before happily emerging myself in its wet warmth.
The bath felt wonderful.
There are times one doesn’t realize how much they ache till they relax. The pulsating water massaged me, relaxed me, put me at ease. And then, just as I might have otherwise drifted off to sleep, I began to wash myself, slowly, thoroughly, wanting to be clean for my Master.
It was with regret that I eventually pulled myself from the tub and began to dry myself with a towel, drying and styling my hair and applying the makeup Andre so graciously brought from my apartment before walking into his bedroom again.
Lying on his bed were some of my clothes, but the white satin corset and its matching thong, along with white thigh-highs and heeled sandals weren’t exactly what I’d imagined I’d be wearing out.
Knowing better than to ask, I began to put them on. Andre eventually entered the room and cinched the corset tight and tied it before putting my collar and cuffs back on and locking them.
He motioned for me to follow him, and we walked down the hall, through his living room and into his garage, getting into his Wrangler and pulling out of his driveway with the night sky above us.
Andre drove to a more expensive neighborhood within The Meadows, the place where Alan Mercer – The Meadow’s founder and the man who recruited me – lived. I was horrified when Andre pulled up to the gate outside Alan’s home, announced himself into the speaker and the gate slid open, allowing us entry.
There were several other cars on driveway that arched in front of Alan’s home, and I began to feel sick, realizing that I was going to be paraded into the house by Andre Gregory, collared and cuffed, wearing a corset, thong, thigh-highs and heeled sandals before Alan and God knows who else.
Andre parked and motioned for me to wait for him. He walked around the Wrangler and opened my door, reaching into his pocket and producing a leash which he attached to my posture collar, and then he led me to Alan’s front door.
The door opened as we walked up the steps toward it.
“Good evening, Andre, and … Gabi?” said Alan, causing me to freeze in my tracks, the leash Andre held stretching as he continued to walk.
“This is quite a surprise,” Alan continued, “one we’re all sure to enjoy.”
We entered the house and followed Alan to his basement where we were met by about ten men, all of whom I recognized as the elite of The Meadows, a banker, a couple of lawyers, a judge, among others, and they all began to whoop and holler as Andre led me into the middle of the room.
Embarrassed and humiliated, I looked around to see them all smiling back at me. The sickness in the pit of my stomach that I’d felt since Andre turned the Wrangler toward Alan’s gate grew tenfold as I stood in a room with a dozen men, all of whom knew me professionally.
At this point, I realized that the likely best scenario is that Alan and the other ten men would watch Andre fuck me senseless as he’d been doing since last night, but that an even more dreadful image was of the dozen of them gangbanging me for hours on end, my body already uncomfortable from what it had endured from Andre.
“Is everyone ready?” Alan asked, prompting another round of joyful shouts.
Alan walked toward a door, and I had no choice but to move with Andre as he held the leash and followed Alan, with everyone else trailing me.
Alan opened the door, reached inside it and turned on a light, and then Andre and I were but steps behind him after he entered.
The room’s contents left me aghast.
“Your choice, Andre,” Alan said, prompting Andre to guide me to something near the room’s center.
Next to us stood a pair of stainless steel poles with a mat between them. Each pole had identical loops spaced about three inches apart running their lengths.
Andre detached the leash from my collar before unsnapping the garters that connected my thigh-highs to my corset, and then he slipped his thumbs into my thong’s sides and pulled it down my legs.
Alan handed Andre a bar with clasps on each end, and Andre knelt before me and pulled my ankles apart, affixing each of the clasps to either of my ankle cuffs, forcing my legs to remain open. He then slid a stand to my pelvis, bending me over its leather-clad padded top, and then he chained my wrists to the steel poles on either side of me, before using two more chains to attach the sides of my collar to each of my wrists.
The position was similar to having been placed in a stockade.
The dozen men were behind me, and the posture collar and meticulous chaining prevented me from turning my head to see what was happening.
So I stood there, still, helpless and expecting the worst.
Several silent moments passed before I heard several men smirk behind me. The sensations I felt next were ones that I’d become increasing familiar with since last night.
Andre grabbed me from behind and in one swift, brutal motion he shoved himself deep inside me, causing me to jerk forward and emit a raw, throaty groan as he sank into my snatch.
The chains began to rattle as he fucked me, and I stood there, leaning over the padded pedestal, chained to the poles on either side of me, presented for his use.
“Look at that slut take that thing,” someone smirked from behind me.
My heart pounded in my chest as I raged with embarrassment. A day ago, I’d left my office a respected professional among these people, or at least I thought I had. Now, every single one of these men viewed me as nothing more than a tool for their pleasure.
“Who owns this pussy?” Andre growled.
“You do, Master,” I breathlessly panted, prompting chuckles from some of the other men.
Gazing at the floor, I noticed a pair of feet in front of me. Andre grabbed a handful of my hair and raised my head till my lips were even with the head of an erect cock. My eyes glanced upward to see Alan Mercer’s face, and another wave of heat resonated through me.
My lips parted for Alan’s dick, and he filled my mouth with it. Alan wasn’t nearly as challenging to accommodate as Andre had been earlier in the day, but few men would be.
As the man whose signature was on every paycheck I’d received for the past six months began to use my mouth, Andre’s vicious thrusts continued to rattle my crotch, and the other ten men watched as I was abused at both ends.
It took but a few minutes before Alan’s warm goo was sliding down my throat and oozing from the corners of my mouth. His pelvis shook against my face as he unloaded, all the while Andre still relentlessly stabbing my pussy with his enormous black shaft, driving me wild.
I hadn’t even caught my breath before another dick was at my lips, and I obediently began to suckle it, just as I had Alan’s.
Andre’s release was just like all his others had been; hot, massive, filling. Again, he stayed completely in me as his cock spit the contents of his balls into my womb, and I felt marked, possessed.
His pussy.
Andre had barely exited me before another, noticeably smaller prick had taken its place in my gaped, seeded slit and began to slide back and forth amidst my cum-soaked walls.
And that’s how the night continued. For the next several hours, my pussy, ass and mouth absorbed the same twelve cocks time and time again, leaving me numb, raw, filled and covered in cum. I was broken, degraded, used. My athletic frame had been pushed to its limits and then some, and I was left a quivering mess, my mind nothing but a void.
I’d not even noticed that the fucking had stopped and that I’d been unchained from the poles till my body was against Andre’s and he was holding me to support me. I was aware enough to blush when the men applauded as I staggered on weak legs, leaning against Andre as we exited the room, went up the stairs and left Alan’s home.
Andre opened the door on my side of his Wrangler and helped me into the seat, and I groaned weakly when pain racked through me as I sat. It was only then that I noticed that Andre hadn’t even bothered to put my thong back on me, and that it probably didn’t even matter.
After closing my door, Andre entered the vehicle’s other side, drove around the arched driveway, stopping only long enough for the gate to open, before turning onto the street and heading home. My eyes closed and I drifted off during the few minutes’ journey back to Andre’s house.
My next recollection was of Andre lifting me from the seat and carrying me into his home, through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed, removing my shoes, stockings and corset. I hurt all over and was barely connected to reality as he undressed me.
“How often … am I gonna … have to do … that?” I said in little more than a whisper.
“I haven’t decided yet,” Andre replied. “But I know they absolutely adored you.”
Slowly, I curled into a ball on Andre’s bed and closed my eyes.
“Get some sleep, pet,” my Master said. “The weekend’s only half over.”

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I’m essentially a self-described “sex journalist”. This story was one of the first I ever “collected”, as told to me by a close friend. I can verify that everything in this story really happened. This is the story that inspired me to start collecting peoples’ sexual tales and turn them into (hopefully) well-written accounts. My friend was too embarrassed to write and share for himself, but gave me permission to do so on his behalf. Please enjoy.

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Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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Diary

Relatives from Out of Town – A Halloween Story

I think the wee folk are playing with me, but this is the story the Pixies gave me for this year’s Halloween specials. It rolls some Celtic traditions in with some other traditions from the old times to present a tale of a witch who isn’t really a witch… except that she is.

Diary

My first sauna visit

I had always wondered about the world of gay saunas, but for years I had been too scared to enter. Until recently, when I finally worked up the courage to visit one when work sent me away to Birmingham for a couple of days.

Fantasy

My Fantasy – Fucking Katie

Dedicated to my sexy friend Katie who inspired me to write this story–this is a fantasy but I wish it were true.
Chapter 1
I first met Katie through email. She sent me a note telling me how much she loved one of my stories here on xnxx. I emailed back telling her I appreciated her comments and that I was working on part 2. Well, she emailed back and I emailed back and pretty soon we were email buddies. I was disappointed when I learned that she lived on the West Coast—I live in North Carolina. When she told me she was eighteen I figured I was much too old for her at 66, but she said no. She preferred older men and she had already had sex with a man in his 50’s as well as several in their 30’s. So we started emailing several times a day. Mostly our messages were about sex. She wanted to know–what are my favorite positions, how often do I have sex, do I masturbate (silly question), have I ever cheated on my wife? She volunteered a lot about herself—she is very sexual, tight and usually extremely wet. She also said she loved sex and would do absolutely anything.
After about a week we agreed to talk on the phone. I called her on my cell so there would be no record of the call (I have a prepaid). “Hi,” I said, “How are you?”
“Sad, it’s raining here and it’s dark and gloomy.”
“I think I can take care of that. Are you right or left handed?”
“Um…right for most things.”
“Good, put the phone in your left hand. Are you alone?
“Yes, I’m the only one home.”
“Good, now put a finger on your slit. Good… nice and wet, isn’t it? Now stick a finger into your pussy. Put it in all the way. Now in and out, faster and faster… take it out and taste it. You love it, don’t you?”
“Y…yes,” she gulped.
“Can you put two fingers in.”
“No, I’m too tight and too sensitive.”
“OK, now, rub your clit…not too hard. Just tease it…very, very lightly. Getting hot, aren’t you? I am…I’m stroking my big cock. It’s so hard and so hot. I’m jerking it off just thinking about you.”
I could tell she was getting really hot. Her breathing was shallow and irregular. She was moaning in ecstasy. I encouraged her and walked her through three orgasms in less than 45 minutes. Later that night I imagined I was fucking her and jerked off, squeezing my cock really tightly to simulate her tight cunt. When I came I felt such total relief.
We shared everything and I encouraged her to find someone who would care for her, as well as someone who would fuck her regularly to satisfy her considerable sexual needs. I never thought we would meet because of my marriage and the distance between us. I was wrong.
Chapter 2
My wife and I usually travel together but one evening she asked about going on a cruise with her two girlfriends. I told her I wouldn’t feel comfortable as the only man among three women. That’s when she told me I wasn’t invited. This was a girls-only affair. I thought about it for a while then I told her,”Ok, go ahead, but while you’re away I think I’m going to take a little trip, too.”
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“I think I’d like to tour the West Coast, starting in Washington and maybe driving down to California, or, maybe not.” She looked at me like I was kind of crazy, but I told her, “If you’re going away, so am I. Fair is fair.” That’s how I got to visit Katie.
I flew to a nearby city and rented a car. Katie lives in a really small town so I took a motel room in a nearby city. We met at the local mall. We looked at each other and fell together like long lost lovers, which I guess we were. We hugged for several minutes. I suggested we go to my car, but she had a better idea. We went to her car where she retrieved a small suitcase. Katie was staying over. We walked hand in hand to my car. Once there we couldn’t help ourselves. We fell together in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. Katie’s tongue was all over mine and her hand went right up the leg of my shorts where she found my bulging cock. I had to stop her. I didn’t want to cum now and ruin the night ahead of us.
The drive to my motel was charged with sexual energy. We could barely keep our eyes off each other, to say nothing of our hands. Only my fear of an accident and the resultant police report stopped us from groping each other during the twenty mile ride. I stopped just in front of my room. We walked in, carrying her bag. I took a moment to close the drapes and then I couldn’t wait any longer. We kissed again passionately, with our hands exploring each other. She removed my shirt, scratched my back and sucked on my nipple. I was in heaven. It was all I could do to stop her so I could disrobe her, dropping her clothes into a pile on the floor. Soon we were in our underwear, my hard cock peeking over the elastic band of my boxers, her nipples pressing against her 38DD bra. Both were off in an instant and we clung to each other thrilled at last by the sensation of our flesh on flesh contact. I let Katie fall onto the bed. I knelt before her and spread her legs. I licked her from her ass forward to her clit. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. It was all I could do to slurp it up. Katie moaned in appreciation as I stuck my tongue into her cunt and fucked her with it. She gripped my head and pulled it closer in an attempt to force my tongue deeper into her. She threw her head back in ecstasy. “I want to suck you,” she could barely get the words out. I pushed her back, swinging around to 69. I pulled her on top of me so we could attack each other’s sex with our mouths. She took my cock—normally about seven inches, but today, in my hyper excited state, closer to eight, all the way into her throat. She licked my shaft as I nibbled on her clit. We were both so hot! I couldn’t believe the feelings running through my body. I only hoped Katie was experiencing as much as I was. Suddenly, Katie jumped up and reversed. “I want you in me.” I reached for a condom but Katie beat me to it. She ripped the wrapper and slowly unrolled it around my dick. “You know I’m really tight. I hope it will fit.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll get it in. The condoms are lubed and you’re soaking wet. Just sit on it; it’ll go right in.”
Katie positioned my cock head just below her slit. I took it from her and rubbed the head against her, increasing the rate as which her juices were flowing. Slowly, she lowered herself, easing my cock into her. I’ve had some really tight girls and women during my life, but none like Katie. I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my cock but eventually we got most of it into her. “Are you OK?” I asked.
“Never better… never better,” she groaned. I raised my hips as I prepared my initial thrust. Katie nodded her OK. I pushed up all the way into her heavenly cunt. As I pulled back Katie gripped my shoulders to prepare herself for the oncoming effort. We moved together like we had been doing this for years. The tightness of her cunt combined with the abnormal size of my erection enhanced the wonderful sensations for both of us. Soon Katie was gasping and panting, a symptom I remembered from our phone sex sessions. Her breathing quickened and became more irregular as she moaned and groaned non-stop. An instant later she rammed her clit into me, threw her head back and screamed as she reached her release– what I hoped would be the first of many. She collapsed into my arms where I gently kissed her cheeks and lips.
We rested for almost a half hour, my cock still embedded in her pussy. She roused herself. “Ready?” I asked. A nod was all it took to get us back into action. Again Katie rocked on my cock, grinding her sensitive clit into me. She was turning herself on, faster and hotter than I thought possible. Her pussy was squeezing me, sending jolts of sexual energy through my body. This was what fucking was all about! How incredible that I had to travel across the continent to learn about the ultimate pleasures of sex from a girl less than one-third my age. Again, Katie’s breathing became ragged; her motions irregular. She was rapidly approaching her second orgasm. I expected it to be only a fraction of the first but I was wrong. It seemed as though something had exploded within her. Her body spasmed uncontrollably until she screamed again, arched her back forcing my cock deep within her, and fell drained into my arms.
I caressed Katie’s head, kissing her tenderly. “Why don’t we stop for now. We can grab a bite to eat and pick up where we left off after.”
“Do we have to? I’m having such a good time. And what about you? You haven’t cum yet.”
“Don’t worry about me. We can take care of that later, after I’ve made you cum five times.”
“Five times? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”
“You’ll be OK, trust me. I think we need a shower. Let’s go.”
“You mean both of us?”
“Yeah, there’s a stall shower. It’ll be tight, but it’ll be fun.” We squeezed into the shower, barely making it. I couldn’t soap myself but I could soap Katie. And she could do me. Too soon we were clean and drying off. We dressed and headed out for dinner. I had reservations for Ruth’s Chris, the exclusive steak house. We got plenty of strange looks from the other diners but what did we care. We made like lovers, which we were. One diner had the audacity to say “Tsk” as he walked by. In other circumstances I might have hit him, but I couldn’t afford the publicity. Besides, what did I care if he approved or not.
Chapter 3
After dinner I suggested a movie. Katie looked at me with a funny smile on her face, “I think that’s a great idea, I know just the movie.”
Naturally it was some chick flick, but I didn’t care. When we walked through the lobby Katie excused herself to the ladies room. When she came out I had the feeling something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. We entered the theater and I started into the third or fourth row. Katie led me to the back. We were just seated when the previews started. That’s when it hit me—what was different. Katie was wearing white (I don’t know what they’re called) leggings or tights or panty hose when she entered the ladies room. Now her legs were bare. Thinking back to that sly smile I figured something was afoot and I was right. A minute or two later I felt Katie’s hand on my belt buckle. She pulled the belt to open it. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just taking care of business. You came here to fuck me, didn’t you?”
“You mean here? We’re going to get caught for sure. Shit, I can’t believe this.” But I was powerless to stop her. I was mesmerized by this teenaged vixen. If she had told me to run naked through the streets I probably would have done it. Katie opened my zipper, reached into my shorts and fingered my cock. I reacted instantly. Katie started to stroke me with one hand while with her other moving my hand to her pussy. There was nothing covering her cunt and it was soaking wet. I rubbed my finger into her then licked it clean. Katie sat in my lap sideways, opened her legs, and moved my cock into her. She had to bend it, but even that worked well –when it straightened it pushed right into her. This was the first time we had fucked without any protection. I quietly prayed she was on the pill.
Katie shifted around so she was facing the same direction I was. She leaned forward placing her hands on the seat in front of me. She started a short subtle movement, rocking herself against me. I was concerned that someone would see or hear us. When Katie started to moan I put my hand over her mouth. Several patrons looked over and one walked down the aisle and out of the theater. I tried to move Katie off but she would have none of it. She came just before the manager approached us. He didn’t have to say a word—we got up and walked out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. A few applauded; the rest booed.
Back in our motel room Katie went to the bathroom, her cum running down her leg. She reappeared a moment later wiping her thighs dry. “Dick, I know you’ve never had anal. I think you should fuck my ass. I love it, you know.” She knelt on the edge of the bed, opening her ass cheeks for me. I put on another condom, added some lube to her asshole, and inserted a finger to help her muscles relax. She looked back at me, smiling in contentment. I added another finger. Now she was ready for my dick. I pressed into her ass. My tip fit neatly into the hole left by my fingers. A little pressure was all that was needed to gain entry to her forbidden orifice. An audible “pop” could be heard when the sphincter was cleared. Entry to her bowel was relatively easy now. My cock slid all the way into her rectum. I started fucking her ass, slowly at first to make sure I didn’t hurt her. Her friction was intense; her sphincter was like a vise, closing tightly on my cock. I wanted to fuck some more so I pulled out. “What’s wrong,” Katie asked, turning around.
“I was getting too close. I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Why not? I want you to enjoy it as much as I do!”
“Trust me, dear Katie, I am having a ball and I promise you that I will cum before we go to sleep tonight, OK?”
“I guess so, but I don’t understand.”
“Well, it’s like this—once I cum the sex is going to stop. I won’t be able to get it up and keep it up, so let’s do it my way. I’ll let you swallow my cum, if you like.”
“It’s a deal.”
I changed condoms so I could once again enjoin Katie’s body with mine. I lay back again so she could mount me. The fucking was much easier this time, her cunt having been stretched by our earlier couplings. Katie just sat on me not moving. I looked at her. “Just savoring the feeling; you’re scratching that itch that’s been driving me crazy. I just want to relax with you in me. I love the feeling. It’s so incredible…so magical.” I liked it, too. I could feel her heat mounting, spreading through the membranes of her cunt. I may have been scratching her itch, but now I was getting an itch of my own. I had to move to scratch it. I badly wanted to cum. I thrust up strongly, pushing my dick deep into her. Katie smiled down at me. “I guess you’re finally ready, eh?”
“Oh, yeah, I sure am. You still want to swallow it?”
“More than ever.”
“OK,” I replied, “I’ll let you know so you can climb off and rip the condom off, OK?”
Katie just nodded and we got down to the business of fucking. I pushed myself into her harder and harder as she rocked against me. I cold feel the heat rising—up from my balls, into my cock. I knew I was getting close so I told her, “Soon.”
Katie jumped off me while I yanked the condom from my cock. Katie gripped me and started to jerk me off. When she pinched my nipple I was ready. “Ugghhh, now,” I shouted just as Katie lowered her mouth to my cock. I shot several rivers of cum straight into her throat. She finished by licking my cock clean. We were both exhausted so we pulled up the covers and slept naked, holding each other through the night.
Chapter 4
I woke fairly early the next morning and it was obvious that Katie had woken earlier. I was sleeping on my back and Katie was suspended over my erect cock, teasing it with her finger tips. “Damn, Katie, I really have to use the john.”
“Hmmm, that gives me an idea. Remember in one of your stories the lovers peed on each other?”
“Yeah, but where are you going with this?
“I have to pee, too—so—we could pee on each other. I’ll let you go first. Then we’ll shower. I need one badly, my thighs are caked with cum. C’mon.” She led me to the bathroom. Katie kneeled in the shower. Normally I’m not too keen to have people watch me pee, but this was different. I closed my eyes and relaxed. My strong stream landed right between Katie’s sensational breasts. Like Jessie in my story, Katie rubbed it into her chest and abdomen. “It’s so warm. It feels pretty good. Let me do you now.”
Hesitantly I kneeled. I had my doubts abut this but fair is fair. I did it to her so I had to take hers, too. Katie stood perpendicular to me, my shoulders between her legs. Suddenly, she released and her pee trickled onto me, running down my chest and back. I had to admit it felt pretty good, her warmth spreading over my chest and back. When she was done I rose and we turned on the shower. By now we had figured out how to clean each other in the tight space. We were both horny but I made her wait. I had something in mind—something I was sure she would love.
We went out to breakfast. Since we were fairly near Seattle I suggested we go there for a harbor tour. As soon as I said this Katie smiled. It was another chance for public sex. I drove for about an hour and then to the harbor. We were early so we were first on the line to buy tickets and board. We went immediately to the top deck. Facing away from the stairway Katie opened my zipper and took out my cock which was raging hard by now. As I sat on a bench Katie sat in my lap, just as she had done last evening at the movies. Her skirt flared over her lap and mine so anyone looking at us would just assume that she was sitting in my lap. Under that skirt, however, was another story, Katie rubbed my cock against her clit and cunt. By now I knew it would be soaking wet. I reached under her skirt and forced my cock into her tight tunnel. Katie leaned back and closed her eyes. I knew she was in ecstasy as my hard cock expanded her vaginal walls. We had just finished our adjustments when about 20 people climbed the steps to the upper deck. If we were caught now we’d be in deep shit. Katie squirmed in my lap. To any passerby we might look like an odd couple, which we were, but that’s all they’d see—two people swaying as the ship was hit by the waves. Only Katie and I realized she was fucking herself on my rod. The ship left the dock about the same time Katie launched herself into outer space. Luckily everyone was looking at the scenery or they might have seen her shudder in orgasmic rapture. Katie fell forward against the rail. She was breathing slowly and deeply as she recovered. The trick now was to get my cock back into my pants without anyone seeing. Katie figured it out before I did. She simply stood up, her skirt hiding my cock as I carefully slid it into my pants. There was a ton of pussy juice all over my pants, but Katie solved that problem, too. She bought two Sprites at the concession then “tripped”spilling hers onto my pants. Of course, she loudly exclaimed how sorry she was and, of course, I told her not to worry—it would dry just fine. When the cruise was over we left with huge smiles on our faces, laughing wildly. The other people might have thought us crazy, but we knew that we had fucked and beaten the odds again.
We were riding out of the city when Katie suddenly yelled, ”Stop!” I pulled the car to the curb and turned the ignition off. Katie led me by the hand –down the street to an adult shop. “Let’s go in.” I followed her through the door. The clerk behind the counter demanded to see Katie’s ID. She is 18 but looks younger. Satisfied that she was legal the clerk let us into the store. I wandered away while Katie had an animated conversation with the clerk. Katie gathered me by the elbow and led me to the back of the store. I found myself looking at a variety of strap-ons. “Hasn’t this been one of your fantasies?” she asked, knowing it was. She picked one with a medium sized vibrating dildo and two vibrating plugs for her, as well. I led her to another section and picked out a purple rabbit vibrator and a pink double penetration vibe. I added a large tube of gel lube. I remembered to pay cash so there would be no trace of the transactions. We walked laughing to the car.
Chapter 5
We couldn’t get back to our motel fast enough. We practically ran to the door. Once in we ripped the clothes from our bodies. I decided that Katie would go first. I pulled the Rabbit from the box and added the batteries. Some lube on the shaft and to her pussy was all we needed to put it into her cunt. The vibe was a bit thicker than my cock so it was a very tight fit. When I turned it on I thought Katie would jump out of her skin. The rotating pearls combined with the twisting tip drove her crazy. When I applied the rabbit’s ears to her clit she had to grab the bed to steady her self. She was throwing herself all over the bed as I thrust the vibe deep into her pussy. “Damn, I can’t believe what this thing is doing to me. I love it, but I don’t know how long I can stand it.” Not long, obviously because she came in a sudden rapid series of convulsions that shook her like an earthquake. I slipped the vibe from her pussy as she came down from her climax. Katie rested on the bed, her pussy oozing juice and lube. I cradled her head and pulled her to me. She was a dynamic, active lover who gave all of herself to me—to my gratification. Watching her through her climax—through all her climaxes over the weekend was all I needed. I wanted, more than anything to make this weekend, this experience, one she would remember forever.
I knew she had recovered some time later when I saw that sly look on her face. It was my turn now. Katie pulled the strap-on from the bag, adjusted the leg straps and fitted the plugs—one into her pussy, the other into her ass. She pushed me back onto the bed and held my legs in the air. She applied some lube to the dildo and some more onto and into my butt. She turned on the vibes, gasping at the combined effect of the two plugs. She eased the dildo into me. Goddam, it was the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt. My entire body was tingling, starting with my ass. I put my hand on my cock, not surprised to find it was rock hard. I started to stroke it as Katie began to fuck me. I was surprised when Katie grabbed my cock. She was fucking me and jerking me off at the same time. I looked at Katie, blew her a kiss, and came in a violent spray of cum that spurt almost three feet into the air, narrowly missing her head. I pulled Katie to me as I came down, the vibe still in my ass, as well as her two orifices. I was relieved when she pulled it from my ass; I was so over stimulated I needed a rest—badly, but her two plugs had Katie all revved up. I pulled out the double penetration vibe. It went right into her—her cunt was leaking like crazy and her ass was well lubed and stretched. I thrust the vibe into her two holes. I could see it take effect. Katie started to moan. Her breathing became erratic and shallow. With one massive convulsion she came and then she came again. Katie was drenched in a pool of sweat and coated in lube and cum from her chest to her knees. Looking at myself I couldn’t find much difference in my own body. Neither of us had enough energy to do anything about it. We lay back on the bed exhausted, but totally sated (for now).
When we woke it was about eight in the evening. We jumped into the shower to clean ourselves once again. We were hungry but neither of us wanted a big dinner. We threw on some clothes and went to Wendy’s. When we returned we knew it was almost time to go. We undressed sadly, climbed into bed and had our last fuck. I reached for a condom, but Katie said, “No. I want to feel you. “
“But, you’re not on the pill. I could….”
“I know. I’ll probably never see you again. I’d like something—someone to remember you by.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive. Fuck me. Fill me with your sperm.”
Katie lay on her back and pulled me to her, her legs in the air. Slowly I moved to her, wondering what I had done to deserve such a woman. I placed my naked cock against her slit and pushed. We established a rhythm, moving against each other, building our heat until I exploded into her. Katie held her legs in the air, keeping my sperm captured in her womb. I pulled my head back just a few inches. Katie and I looked into each other’s eyes. At the very same time we said it, “I love you.” We kissed again, this time as lovers.
About half an hour later we dressed and I returned her to the mall. There was a tear in Katie’s eye as we said our good-byes and shared our final kiss. Had she looked at my eyes she would have seen that I was crying, too.
I had an early plane so I went to bed as soon as I got back to the motel
Chapter 6
It was almost six months later that I found my way to Katie’s neighborhood. I had mailed Katie some money from time to time so I knew her address. I got there early—around 6 a.m.—and saw her parents leave for work. Then I noticed her sister leave, but I didn’t see Katie. I finally got up the nerve to go to the door. I rang the bell and heard a familiar voice yell, “Coming,” from within. Katie opened the door.
“D…Dick! Wha…what are you doing here?”
I smiled when I saw Katie’s face and smiled again when I saw her body. “There have been some big changes in my life. My wife is dead, killed in an accident. I don’t want to be alone. I want you to be with me. I’ve realized that ever since our weekend together.”
Katie…beautiful, pregnant Katie just smiled and led me through the door.

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Fiction

A Holiday in Paradise Chapter 1

I have published this story elsewhere but wanted to rewrite it before I posted on here. The rewrite of this part is actually pretty cosmetic but later parts will be markedly different.
Lindsay stood on the sandy beach, shielding her eyes from the dazzling sunlight, and looking out to sea. She was not happy even though she was on holiday, as a fifteen year old girl wanted clubs, discos and boys but all she had got was a trip to the middle of nowhere because her parents had decided it would be good to ‘get away from it all’ and ‘bond as a family’. Today this had involved trekking from their rented farmhouse on a remote stretch of the southern Spanish coast to an even remoter beach, and although it was beautiful, what did you do when you got here?. There was no sign of anyone else in either direction so all there was to do was swim, sunbathe, read and chill out.
Sighing to herself she laid out her towel next to the awning where her parents sat and applied sun lotion to herself, tying her shoulder length blonde hair out of the way. Her father watched her and thought how beautiful his daughter had become – she had big blue eyes that melted your heart, well proportioned features and even white teeth. Her slim figure was toned by swimming and other sports and her breasts…Jim Brown caught himself. He shouldn’t be thinking of his daughter like that but he idly guessed she must be a 36D.
Jim was in his mid forties and had been married to Amy for 20 years. He was well over six foot with a hard, well sculpted body from years of working on the oil rigs. There was little sign of middle aged spread and just a few flecks of grey hair at his temples. Jim was proud of the way he looked and was just as proud of Amy who lay next to him.
Amy was a keen sportswoman and had kept her figure trim despite the two children . Like Lindsay, Amy was around 5 foot 5, had the same fine and well proportioned features, but unlike her daughter Amy had dark brown hair that was cut fairly short and small, firm breasts that needed little support.
The quartet was made up by James junior who looked like a smaller version of his father and at thirteen years old he was just beginning to develop from a boy to a man. Jim lay back in the hot morning sun, kicked off his sandals and hoped that the two kids wouldn’t argue as they did at home and spoil his holiday.
Lindsay lay face down on her towel and undid her bikini top to prevent tan lines and was soon joined by Amy while the two men headed off down the beach a little way to throw a football.
‘I hope you’re not too upset that Daniel couldn’t come’ said Amy.
Lindsay sighed – this had been a source of argument before the holiday as Daniel was her latest boyfriend and Lindsay had not wanted to be without a companion.
‘It’s just that your father and I feel that we need to spend more time as a family and I don’t think it is a good idea that you are hanging out with all these boys at your age’. ‘You could get a bad reputation you know’ Amy continued.
‘Oh mum really’ said Lindsay in exasperation.
She was no innocent but was still a virgin unlike many of her contemporaries. It wasn’t that she was scared or waiting for Mr Right but for a naturally gregarious teenager she could do without all the baggage that came with sleeping with a guy. Daniel might be the one, he was new at Lindsay’s school, but then again he might not be. The one thing Lindsay did know was that she couldn’t discuss things like that with her mother.
‘Look Mum, I’m OK really’ said Lindsay. ‘Why do you assume I would get up to anything anyways’. ‘I’m not happy because I’m bored, there’s nothing to do and nobody my own age here’.
‘You could spend some time with your brother’ said Amy.
Lindsay wrinkled her nose and gave her Mum one of those teenage looks that made Amy realise she was not even close in persuading her daughter to play Happy Families.
‘Come on Mum, Jim is just so young and immature and I don’t want to spend all day talking about football or computer games’.
‘You could make more of an effort to get along’ said Amy in a conciliatory tone. ‘You are both growing up but a lot of the time you squabble like infants’.
‘It’s usually his fault’ said Lindsay in a definite way.
‘It takes two to make an argument, Amy replied ‘and as the older of the two you could just rise above it a bit more’.
‘There you go again, it’s always down to me’ said Lindsay grumpily
‘I’m not saying that at all, I just think you could sometimes stop the argument in it’s tracks by not rising to his bait quite so easily’.
Lindsay was looking intently at a piece of the beach like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen and was running her fingers through the sand.
Amy let the subject drop, content that she had at least persuaded Lindsay to think about what she had said and the two engaged in small talk about anything & everything. Lindsay’s mood gradually lightened and the two went for a swim in the cool, clear waters of the bay. They were both strong and confident swimmers and raced to the sandbar about 200 metres from the shore. Amy got there just before her daughter and was panting from the exertion while her daughter scarcely seemed to be out of breath.
‘You let me win’ Amy said and Lindsay smiled.
‘Age before beauty’ she said cheekily and shrieked as her mother swept a handful of water straight into her face.
‘You’re not too old for me to put you over my knee’ said Amy jokingly.
‘You’d have to catch me first’ Lindsay replied and the two of them splashed each other with no advantage gained on either side until they collapsed laughing on the sandbar.
As the two of them lay there, a small fishing boat came round the headland, and chugged slowly towards them. The girls watched it as it approached. The young men on deck were quite obviously ogling Lindsay and her mother, shouting and motioning for them to get on board. Amy and Lindsay initially enjoyed some light hearted exchanges with them while the young hopefuls promised them the earth in rudimentary English but soon Amy grew protective of her young daughter and was using her Spanish to good effect to tell these young Don Juan’s exactly where they should take their promises. The Captain decided the crew had had their fun and there was no chance of luring the girls on board so the boat turned away and headed out to sea leaving the shouts and laughter of the crew to be carried away on the gentle breeze.
Lindsay watched the boat disappear. She had felt uncomfortable and vulnerable under the gaze of the men but there was no doubt that some of them were extremely fit and good looking with their tanned features and bodies sculpted by hard work. As the boat disappeared around the headland she felt a pang of regret that was a little disconcerting. Amy looked after the boat with no regrets, making a mental note to not let her daughter stray too far out of her sight on this holiday.
Despite an apparent demure and rather old fashioned nature, Amy wasn’t a prude and enjoyed an active sex life with her husband. Jim was a frequent and considerate lover and his thick, nine inch penis thrilled her through and through but she felt protective towards Lindsay and was determined that she would not be taken advantage of at such a young age.
The two women headed back to shore and Amy began to prepare lunch. Lindsay put a cover over her swimming costume as she didn’t want sunburn this early in the holiday and helped her mother. They were soon joined by the boys who set out the plates and bowls for the picnic. ‘What are you guys doing after lunch?’ said Jim. ‘I’m going for a swim when my lunch has gone down’ said Jim Junior. Lindsay and Amy both said they would read for a bit and Jim elected to swim with his son.
The lunch was typical Mediterranean fare of salad, cold meats, bread and fruit washed down with a soft drink. Lindsay always looked forward to lunch as the fruit and vegetables were sun ripened to perfection and achieved a flavour that just could not be matched back in England and tucked in hungrily when the food was laid out.
After lunch the two girls lay under the awning and Lindsay took off the swimsuit cover. As she lay on her back she undid her bikini straps and rolled the material down her breasts so that it just covered her nipples – she was going for minimum tan lines here.
Her mother looked at her. ’Is it wise to let Jim Junior see you like that’ she said.
‘Oh Mum, he’s swimming and I can always cover up a bit before he gets back and anyway, tan lines are so not cool’ said Lindsay.
Her mother was slightly annoyed ; ‘there is so much you don’t yet know about the world young lady’ she started but then let it drop as she didn’t want to start an argument and spoil the morning they had spent together.
Presently the guys returned from their swim and Lindsay adjusted her bikini top to please her mother as much as anything. Jim Junior was dripping wet and showered it all over Lindsay.
‘Oh Mum, Dad look what he’s done!’ Lindsay shrieked. ‘You brat’ she shouted to Jim Junior.
‘It’s only a joke’ said her father ‘just chill out’.
‘Yeah really funny’ replied Lindsay ‘I’m off for a walk where I won’t get annoyed by brats’. She kicked sand at her brother who lay grinning on the sand and stalked off.
‘Just leave her’ said Amy to her husband who looked as if he was about to go after her.’ She will be back soon enough and by the way I don’t think that was very funny what Jim Junior did either’ she admonished him. ‘You can be so insensitive sometimes Jim Brown’.
Jim watched his daughter disappear behind some dunes. Jim Junior got up and looked like he might follow her.
‘Get back here’ barked Jim. ‘You’ve caused enough trouble today’.
Jim Junior sank back on the sand and picked up a book.
Lindsay walked at a brisk pace across the dunes for ten minutes or so and slowly her bad mood evaporated. Every so often she would glance round to check that nobody was trying to follow her and was pleased to find that she was alone. Presently she came to some strange rocks, carved into weird shapes by the wind and tides and sat down. The place she had chosen was right out of the wind and Lindsay stretched herself out. ‘This is better’ she said to herself ‘a brat free zone’.
She carefully undid her bikini top again and started to roll the material down. ‘Oh what the hell’ she said to herself, ‘with no prying eyes I can go for zero tan lines’, and having checked once more to see that she hadn’t been followed she took her top off completely. Lindsay gazed at her breasts. Daniel was crazy about them, particularly the large and puffy nipples which were super sensitive to the touch.
Lindsay remembered the last time Daniel had caressed her tits, the day before they had come on holiday, and how he had sucked her nipples gently. She lay back and closed her eyes and revelled in the memory, moving her hands to make slow circling movements on her tits and tweaking her nipples which quickly became erect and stiff. She let out a low moan and bit her bottom lip.
‘Christ I feel horny, I wish Daniel were here’ she muttered to herself.
Lindsay lifted one breast high towards her mouth and started to lick and suck on her nipple, her whole body tingling and her pussy starting to moisten. She slowly caressed down her body and hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, drawing them off completely before running her hands through the light covering of pale brown pubic hair that covered her slit. Lindsay began to explore her pussy in an unhurried way with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. Her fingers traced round her outer labia for a while before moving deeper. She used both hands now to part her lips and use the moistness to lubricate her clit which was standing up like a little button begging to be stimulated.
Her breathing became deeper as she gently grazed her clit while moving one and then two fingers into her dripping pussy, establishing a rhythmic motion. As she opened her eyes she could see the fishing boat she had seen earlier on the horizon and her mind switched from thinking of Daniel to thinking of the hardened, bronzed men on the boat. Wild thoughts accelerated through her mind – what if they could see her from the boat, what would their faces be like as they watched her, spread eagled and naked on the beach with two fingers pumping in and out of her sweet virgin pussy. She imagined the size of their cocks and the feeling of their breath on her skin as they held her down to fuck her. This last erotic thought pushed her into sexual overdrive and a massive orgasm shook her body as she arched her back, pushing her fingers in deep as they would go.
Lindsay continued to caress her beautiful body, taking advantage of the solitude to explore every inch and experience the pleasures of masturbation. Raising herself on her hands and knees she was able to play with the full length of her slit and the sensitive opening to her asshole for the first time. As she became used to that sensation she was able to relax and slowly slid a finger into her anus. Lindsay held the finger there, relishing the new and delicious sensations before moving it in and out and rotating it, giving herself another panting climax in the process.
Out of the corner of her eye she thought she caught a movement and her heart jumped. ‘Oh my God’ she muttered. ‘Don’t let it be Junior’. What if it was one of her parents?. Her face burned red at the thought. As she looked around for her discarded bikini she caught sight of a head bobbing up behind one of the rocks.
Embarrassment and fear left her – she was just plain angry.
‘All right, come out from there’ she demanded. ‘I can see you, you disgusting pervert’. For a moment nothing happened and then two figures guiltily emerged from behind the rocks.
The first was a very good looking Spanish boy of about 17. He was dressed in shorts with no shirt and was tanned and muscular with long, lustrous, curly dark hair. He had large brown eyes, full lips and a flashing white smile. Lindsay estimated his height at around six foot. As he stared at her, Lindsay was aware that she was still naked and hurriedly covered her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.
The second figure was a girl, younger than the boy. As she emerged to stand beside him, Lindsay was awestruck. She regarded herself as good looking by all known standards – she was popular and never short of male admirers who kept telling her how beautiful she was while trying to get their hands up her skirt, but this girl was something else. She was around the same height as Lindsay with a flawless olive complexion while her soft brown eyes, long dark hair, delicate nose and full sensuous lips screamed eroticism. She wore a simple cotton summer dress that fitted perfectly over her slim body, accentuating her perfectly proportioned breasts and slim waist. The dress was short, hugging the girl’s tight buttocks and showing off her long, tanned legs. Lindsay was disturbed as she had never considered a girl sexually before, but the beauty in front of her and her own rampant hormones were causing new and strange thoughts in her mind.
However, her anger had certainly not abated. ‘So what the hell do you two peeping toms think you were doing’ she shouted, simultaneously being aware that these two might not understand what the hell she was saying. ‘Well then’ she demanded. ‘I’m sorry, my name is Luis and this is my sister Anna Maria’ said the boy slowly in halting English. ‘We were out collecting shells when we saw you behind some rocks and…..such things…..are not so common but I do not explain myself well’ he said turning bright red. ‘You are very beautiful’ blurted out Anna Maria. ‘Please, us Catholics are forbidden to do such things but to see your face and the pleasure’…her voice trailed off and she blushed like her brother.
Lindsay softened her voice ‘You don’t masturbate?’ she questioned.
‘We are not supposed to’ said Luis ‘but occasionally I have done so’.
Anna Maria looked shocked at her brother’s admission. ‘I have not touched myself’ she said quietly ‘but I can see the pleasure it gives’ and she blushed again.
‘How old are you?’ asked Lindsay gently.
‘Fourteen’ replied Anna Maria, slightly surprised by the question.
Lindsay considered this answer. She had begun masturbating as soon as she was aware of herself sexually and simply could not comprehend that anyone would want to abstain from it voluntarily. She smiled at Anna Maria and was encouraged to see that she got a beaming smile in return.
Lindsay’s arms were getting tired. She thought of asking Luis or Anna Maria to hand her the bikini but it seemed absurd after they had seen her most intimate moments. Sensing that these two presented no danger to herself, she dropped her arms.
Luis’ eyes were immediately drinking in her whole body while he was trying to appear to look elsewhere. This amused Lindsay.
‘You’ve seen it all already’ she chided as he faced her again.
Luis gave up the pretence and stared at Lindsay. Normally she would be embarrassed but the boy’s good looks and the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts was making her feel horny again. Anna Maria was also staring at her. Obviously Anna had seen herself naked but this English girl with her blue eyes and large breasts and pale hair was fascinating to her.
Lindsay sensed their indecision and took control.
‘So are you going to stare all day or what’ she said.
Luis and Anna Maria looked nonplussed so Lindsay added ‘well I think it would be polite if you joined me’. She was amazed by her own boldness as she knelt in front of Luis and unfastened his shorts. He made a half hearted attempt to hold them up but was too slow as Lindsay whipped his shorts and underwear down in a single movement, revealing his large uncircumcised semi erect cock.
Lindsay examined it closely. Sure she had jacked off a few boys including Daniel but she hadn’t had the opportunity to examine a dick close up. ‘It’s beautiful’ she murmured as she studied the engorged purple head and the brown, vein ridged shaft that was now fully erect. Lindsay lightly ran one hand up and down the shaft and used her other to cup Luis heavy balls. Gradually she used a firmer stroke , running her hand the full length of the penis and stimulating the head. Luis breath was coming in ragged gasps and he could not hold himself back. The feeling of this beautiful girl’s hand on his manhood was too much and he came, shooting streams of come up on to his belly. Lindsay continued pumping Luis cock until his balls were empty and he lay on the sand to get his breath back.
Luis raised his head and kissed Lindsay full on the lips, His tongue snaking out and entwining with her own. His hands moved to her breasts and played with her nipples that soon became erect again. As Lindsay came up for air she motioned to Anna Maria. The Spanish girl took a deep breath, unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the sand. Standing in her pretty white lace bra and simple white cotton panties she looked the picture of innocence and Lindsay realised she would need coaxing to take the final step.
Leaving Luis on the sand she approached Anna Maria and took her hand. The two sat down together and Lindsay unhooked Anna Maria’s bra and uncovered her breasts.
‘Bueno’ she said and Anna Maria giggled. Anna Maria had fantastic tits thought Lindsay, smaller than her own but a perfect shape and crowned with large golden brown aerolae and a chocolate brown nipple.
‘Now take your panties off’ said Lindsay. Her voice sounded husky and again she was surprised by her boldness. The solitude and the sheer eroticism of the moment was stripping her of her prejudices and preconceptions. Anna Maria shyly removed her panties and exposed herself to Lindsay’s gaze. Her pubic hair was thick and dark and hung like a halter around her virgin pussy.
‘Please show me what to do’ she whispered nervously.
Lindsay caressed Anna Maria’s breasts the way she had felt her own and tweaked the nipples which stiffened under her gentle touch, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Anna Maria showed no sign of wanting to do this by herself and Lindsay was rapidly losing any remaining inhibitions about making love to this gorgeous girl. She turned Anna Maria’s face to hers and kissed her full on the lips, quickly turning it into a full on French kiss. Running her hands lightly down Anna Maria’s body, she ended up stroking her inner thigh. As she moved her hand higher again, Anna Maria obligingly parted her thighs to give her access to her pussy.
Lindsay broke off her kiss and moved her head down to lick and suck at Anna’s tits while her fingers slowly rubbed her slit, starting at the bottom and working up to graze her clitoral hood. Anna Maria was moaning gently at Lindsay’s touch, her own inhibitions melting like a snowball in summer. Anna Maria was becoming very wet and Lindsay began to penetrate further with her fingers. Filled with lust she abandoned Anna’s tits and licked downwards towards her pussy. As she arrived at the navel she gently pushed Anna back on to the sand and spread her thighs wide. Lindsay moved between Anna’s thighs and gazed at her symmetrical, pouting pussy lips behind their curtain of damp curls and inhaled the girl’s musky scent, subtly different to her own.
She slowly moved her head forward and kissed Anna’s pussy, flicking out her tongue to tease her and then gently parted her labia to reveal the gleaming pink of Anna Maria’s sex and her erect clit. Lindsay’s tongue started to tease and probe Anna’s slit and give her clit special attention. She combined the oral stimulation with her sensitive fingers, slowly moving them deeper and deeper into her boiling cunt. Anna Maria felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, each climax greater than the last until they reached a screaming crescendo. She grabbed the back of Lindsay’s head and squeezed it into her pussy as she experienced her first major orgasm. Lindsay caught her breath, her face sticky with Anna Maria’s juices and raised her head while Anna Maria lay panting and glassy eyed beneath her.
Luis had shifted his position to watch this delightful Sapphic display and now kissed Lindsay deeply, his excitement enhanced by the sweet taste of his sister on her tongue. He was fully erect again and gently guided Lindsay’s head to his engorged cock.
‘I’ve never done this before’ she said as she kissed Luis cock tenderly all over.
Slowly she moved her mouth back to the swollen head and gently pulled back his foreskin, licking the head like a lollipop and coating it with her saliva. Then she took the boy’s cock into her mouth and sucked down on it, hollowing her cheeks and moving up and down on his dick, working her tongue around the head. Luis stroked Lindsay’s hair and closed his eyes. He had never felt anything quite so wonderful in his 17 years and each movement of her golden head brought new sensations. Anna Maria was on her hands and knees watching intently and when Lindsay came up for air, gently pumping Luis cock with her hand, she offered it to the wide eyed youngster.
Anna Maria nervously took hold of her brother’s prick, which leapt like a live thing in her hand, and slowly lowered her eager mouth onto the shaft, taking it deep inside. Luis felt his mind was going to explode. He simply could not believe that his beautiful, innocent sister was now sucking on his cock like her life depended on it.
Anna Maria learnt fast, intently watching her brother’s reaction to her ministrations as she wrapped her tongue around the sensitive head and then deep throated him. Running her tongue down his shaft she licked at his large balls and gently sucked on them while using her fingers to squeeze his stiff shaft. She was joined by Lindsay and the two girls worked on Luis cock together. This was too much for Luis – he didn’t want to come again just yet, so he pulled his cock away and knelt between Lindsay’s thighs, gently pushing her on to her back.
Starting on her inner thigh Luis gently kissed his way slowly towards his prize and, on reaching it, thrust his tongue between her prominent pussy lips. Lindsay cried out as Luis thrust his tongue deep into her before fastening on to her clit. Luis used alternate gentle and thrusting movements that were driving Lindsay crazy with lust. She felt her orgasm building and opened her legs as wide as they would go urging him to move ever deeper. As she climaxed, Anna Maria kissed her again and fondled her large tits. Lindsay felt like she was in heaven.
‘Fuck me’ she gasped ‘please fuck me’ and pulled Luis towards her, guiding his prick to the entrance of her virgin pussy. ’Please be gentle’ she said, looking into Luis big brown eyes and he instinctively understood he was to be her first. He pushed the large head against her pussy lips, rubbing it up and down her slit, gradually working it into her tight pussy. He then withdrew a bit before pushing in deeper. The feeling of her hot, wet love tube on his dick was incredible as he sank into her inch by inch.
Lindsay closed her eyes and grasped her tits, kneading them furiously. Luis cock was filling her up so much more than her fingers, stretching her little hole. She felt him bump against her intact hymen and reached for him, kissing him deeply as she pulled him towards her. Luis withdrew a couple of inches and then thrust his pelvis forward, taking her cherry. Lindsay felt a stab of pain as her hymen gave way that soon turned to pleasure as he sank the full length of his dick into her. They lay like that for a while with Luis rotating his hips and grinding his pelvis against Lindsay’s clit, driving her wild before slowly pumping his cock back and forth in her steaming pussy.
Lindsay had never felt so turned on before as Luis’ cock filled her up, the slurping sounds as he pumped in and out proof of her arousal. Luis was drunk with her beauty and the incredible sensations of her tight pussy but he was learning his craft as a lover. Every time he felt himself near climax, he would pause before continuing his slow rhythmic fucking. Lindsay began to move her pelvis in time with his, raising her buttocks to meet his thrusts as yet another orgasm shuddered through her body covering Luis’ cock in her hot, sticky, pungent juices. This inflamed Luis still further and he quickened and lengthened his stroke, pushing her thighs wide apart and massaging her clit with his fingers. He felt his come surging from his balls and quickly withdrew his prick before sending several streams of his white love juice arcing over her belly and tits. He bent forward and kissed her tenderly before rolling off to lie beside her.
Anna Maria replaced her brother between Lindsay’s thighs and murmured ‘Gracias it’s my turn now’. After a long, lingering kiss she moved her head down Lindsay’s body, licking at her puffy erect nipples and the small pools of her brother’s love juice.
‘You learn quick’ gasped Lindsay as Anna Maria descended to her sparsely covered pussy and started to lick her clit. Anna Maria was very gentle which Lindsay was grateful for as she began to tease her towards another climax. Out of the corner of her eye Lindsay could see that Luis had become erect again and wondered if all men had his staying power. He positioned himself behind his sister and started to rub her slit with his fingers, gently opening the outer labia while she feasted on Lindsay’s pussy.
Anna Maria let out a low moan and quickly repositioned herself, taking a lower stance and opening her legs wider to give her brother greater access. Luis explored his sister’s tight virgin pussy with his fingers, finding her clit and incorporating it into his tender caresses. Anna Maria soon became very wet and Luis started to pump his fingers gently in and out in a fucking motion while playing with her clit with his other hand. Anna Maria climaxed noisily and Luis moved his head to his sister’s pussy to lap at the juices that were leaking from her snatch.
He was intoxicated by their sweet smell and burrowed his tongue into her which caused her to have another orgasm. Luis ran his tongue the full length of Anna’s pussy and as he reached the lower end he noticed her little chocolate starfish nestled between her tight buttocks. He remembered the pleasure on Lindsay’s face as she had played with her asshole and experimentally flicked out his tongue and played it around the tiny puckered hole.
Anna Maria gasped at this new sensation and moved her ass back onto Luis’ tongue, allowing it to penetrate a little way. Luis carried on stimulating her ass and pussy with his tongue until she had come again and then raised himself to put his erect cock at the entrance of her dripping, virgin love hole.
Anna Maria made no protest as her brother started to penetrate her, using the same care as he had shown Lindsay. She was in rapture as her brother’s prick slowly filled her vagina and Lindsay’s hands gently massaged her tits. Luis reached his sister’s maidenhead and with a quick stab was through and his big cock ploughed deeply into her body. Anna Maria whimpered but her cries were stifled as Lindsay engaged her in a long and passionate french kiss.
Pleasure began to mix with the pain for Anna Maria as her brother steadily thrust his dick in and out of her pussy. She steadied herself and reached back with one hand to play with her clit while her brother fucked her, feeling his shaft stretching her tight little hole. She felt her orgasm building and cried out with sheer pleasure this time as Luis buried himself to the hilt in her hot cunt and rotated his hips as if he was trying to screw her into the earth.
Luis carried on plundering her tight little snatch and gradually he felt his own orgasm begin to rise. He had been fucking his hot little sister for at least half an hour and his body was slick with sweat as he toiled in the heat of the afternoon sun. Anna Maria fluttered from orgasm to orgasm. She had never imagined the joys that awaited those who indulged in these forbidden pleasures. She had her tongue buried in the snatch of a beautiful blonde girl while her loving brother was fucking her for the first time and the pure eroticism of the moment overwhelmed her. These thoughts and the physical sensations brought her to a final massive, long climax, quickly followed by Lindsay and lastly Luis who whipped his cock out of her pussy at the last moment and shot his load over her gorgeous ass.
The three of them lay naked in the hot afternoon sun and recovered from their exertions, quietly chatting to one another, exchanging stories and becoming firm friends. Lindsay was suddenly alert as she heard her father’s voice calling her name. They quickly retrieved their discarded clothes and with hurried kisses and promises to meet again, Lindsay slipped out from behind the rocks and went to meet her father.
As she looked back she could just see Luis disappear out of sight towards the hidden track that she now knew led to their villa.
‘Perhaps this holiday will be the best of my life’ she said to herself as she found her father looking around a little way up the track.
‘Ah there you are’ said Jim. ‘You were gone for so long I was getting worried about you’.
‘I’m fine’ said Lindsay and gave her father a big hug. ‘Lets get back to the others – you know it really is beautiful around here’ she continued.
Jim shook his head in amazement – he figured he would never understand the female mind completely but as his daughter walked in front of him he sensed something had changed in her. She was walking with more poise, more confidence somehow and appeared less his little girl and more a young woman.
Lindsay tilted her face at the soft onshore breeze that had just sprung up and wondered what other adventures awaited her in the coming weeks.

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Fantasm

After School Study Session

It’s my first story, so only contructive criticism.
I awake at the sound of a blender. This is where my life starts. My name is Mike Stewart and I’m thinking this is going to be another boring day at school, but boy am I wrong. I drag my self into the shower and wash myself down. I get out and throw some clothes on, I walk downstairs and grab a bowl of Cheerios. It’s finally time to walk through hell, I walk through the local park which is about 5 minutes away from my house to get to school. I finally walk in the front door and am greeted by a nice friendly “take that hat off!” from the principal. I drag it off my head, and he smiles. I walk into my plannning class, which my friends who sit beside me and I think it is the most unproductive, and boring class in history. I realize it’s 9:59 and put my backpack on and wait while talking with my friend about Gears of War, yah I know pretty lame. I get into socials and it turns out we have to do this stupid Cariboo Gold Rush game on the laptops. I almost threw mine at the teacher because no matter how close I got to Barkerville, it always glitched and restarted. I head out of the class and in to the room next door for lunch, this is the drafting room for metal and wood shop. I sit down and talk to my buddy about how stupid my friend is who is apparently married to some girl who is non-existent on his Facebook, I later realize she lives London… England. I hear the bell ring and walk over to my peer-tutoring class where I sit at the front of the room and watch grade 8’s take notes or do whatever. The teacher finally asks me to go around and check on them writing notes. One of the girls who sits near the back is the one I always go check on first. Kelly…the nerdy, sexy, amazing err… nerd. She is pretty hot but in that nerdy kind of way, she is about 5’2 tall with short brown hair, amazing ass, and nice perky tits. I finally looked up from my table and realized it was 1:20, 10 minutes before we leave for our next classes. I decided after only staring at that one girl I was going to make a move. I went up to her not knowing what she would say and asked her “do you want to come over after school so I can help you with your work?”. “Definetley!” she replied without hesitation. I got through science easily and went to her locker, I had to wait about 5 minutes before she got there and when she did I jokingly said “where the hell have you been young lady?”. She thought I was serious, and acted all scared and said “Uhm… sorry. “Don’t worry” I said “I was only kidding”. We walked home through the park I came through on my way to school. All the way through the park I caught glimpses of her looking at my crotch. We’re about 5 minutes away from my house when I say “Uhm… my parents will probably be a little embarrasing when we get there, just the fact that you’re 2 years younger than I am”. “Don’t worry” she said. We finally arrived at my house and I took a deep breath and opened the door, no one was home. Right, they were at my sister’s volleyball game. I told her stick her binder on the table, and I went over and made a snack. I went and sat down and instantly through our glass table I saw a trickle of cum run down the inside of her thigh, she was obviously thinking something was going to happen. I quickly kicked it out of my mind, and said “ok let’s get started”. She reached over to grab her binder, and that’s when her shirt lifted up and exposed 4 inches of her thong runnning up her back. She turned back around and luckyily she didn’t see me staring. “Lets start with world religions” she said, I agreed. It was about an hour into the study session and I had no idea what we were talking about, partly because I was extremley tired and I was also ussualy just looking at her boobs. I snapped to attention when I heard the word sex. I asked her what she said and she repiled “Sorry? I was day dreaming”. I now knew she really wanted it. I said to her “let’s watch some tv”. We jumped onto the couch, and I turned on the tv, the instant it flicked on it was some hot pornstar getting ass and throat fucked. I just sat there in shock and I looked over and saw her blushing, and had a tiny smile on her face. I quickly turned the tv off and there was an awkward silence for about 15 seconds before I said “Hold on I need to pee-pee”, she laughed at that. I jogged upstairs, and locked the door and the minute I was about to pull my jeans down I heard a click and the locked popped out of the door, I looked up and saw her feet entering and she had undressed fully to her underwear. I sat there in amazement for about 30 seconds, before she shot me that look (you know what I mean) and walked out. I finshed my business and had a partial hard on partly because I didn’t think her body would look that great. I was walking towards the stairs before I heard a creak behind me. I looked behind and saw her bending over which puffed out her little mound near her ass. I thought to myself “this is a hot piece of 14 year old ass… I’m fucking it now”. I walked over, and I don’t think she knew what was coming, and slid one hand down the back of her underwear and stuck my thumb into her pussy, and one hand under her bra pinching her nipple. When I did this she shuddered and let out a huge moan, I picked her up and threw her on my bed. By the time I knew it she was on her knees and 5 inches of my 7 were down her throat. It never occured to me that such a normal girl would be such a nympho slut, I felt her squeeze her throat muscles and I instantly shot a huge load into her throat. I saw her eyes light up in shock as she tried to swallow it all, I coul feel her tongue lapping at the bottom of my shaft as if it were trying to free itself so it swallow all of my cum. I came to a stop, and I slid my dick out of her mouth as she finished sucking all the cum out. I never thought of her virginity, but the next thing I heard was amazing. “I want you to be my first” she said. “Are you sure?” I replied, and she nodded. I positioned her doggy style, and right before I asked her “you ready?” she just said “yes”. I put my dick inside her and she gave out a little moan, I went a little further and felt some resistance I pushed a little bit just to make sure she was ready, and she said “mhm”. I brought my dick back about half an inch and then rammed forward, I couldn’t tell if it hurt her or if she enjoyed because she was just staying still, then I slid my dick out and I saw a little bit of blood run out on to my sheets. I then slid my dick back in and she gave a shudder, I continued in and out slowly for about one minute until she started thrusting her hips onto me, this told me to go faster I started going in all the way to the base of my cock. She started moaning alot, and there was alot of juice running out of her pussy which I rubbed around on her clit for extra stimulation, this made her cry out. As I started fucking her harder she started talking dirty. I only realized this minute, but my dog was sitting on floor with his paws up on the bed wagging his tail, I guess he could smell her pussy, this gave me a great idea. I fucked her alot harder and faster now that I had a plan, and it was making my balls bubble up faster even thinking about it. I finally reached the point of no return, and I could start to feel the cum at the base of my shaft seeping forward with every thrust. I was about to say I’m gunna cum! but she beat me to it. “I’m gunna cu–” and her body started shaking and loads of cum shot right at my dick and oozed out the sides of her pussy. When this was taking place I also came and when I did her back dipped as if I shoved a baseball bat up her. She finally collapsed on the bed and I pulled my dick out of her, and it was followed by about a cup of both our cum. She wrapped her arms and around me and we kissed for about 10 minutes until I rememberd my plan. I struggled out of her embrace and said “stay here i’ve got something special”. I went outisde the room and got a blindfold, 4 ropes, and grabbed the dog and made him wait outside my room. I went in and said “don’t look”. I went over to her and draped the blindfold over her face, all this time cum was dripping out of my dick and out her back. I then got the ropes and tied one to her left hand and foot and put them under the bed and led them to the other side where I did the same to her hand and foot. She asked, still weary from her first orgasm “what’s going on?” I replied with “you’ll see”. I led the dog in and told him to be quiet and I put him on the bed. Instantly he smelt her pussy and dove straight into it with his mouth, she hadn’t ever had someone eat her pussy so she didn’t really know what a tongue felt like. The whole 5 minutes before getting fucked she was moaning and groaning and thrusting her cunt into the dog’s face just like she had done with my cock earlier. The dog had had enough of eating and I saw him jump off the bed turn around and then come back on. I saw his 8 inches portruding from his furry sheath right next to her warm cunt, he positioned his cock right at the hole of her pussy and gave a massive push and butied all 8 inches of himself into her. She let out a huge wail in pleasure, at this time I had my camera and I was taking pictures of almost every thrust and was getting a few pictures of her moaning. I was thinking it was time for his knot to form, and as I thought that, it did. I could instantly see the reaction of her body, as she stopped moving completely and then let out a huge “Uhhhhhh”. At this time the know was only about and inch in diameter, but I knew it would grow to about 3 inches. The next few seconds she grinding herpussy up against the dog’s cock and then his knot grew immensley in size to about 3 inches wide. She let out a massive scream and she started acting extremley frightened, probably because she had never been fucked by a dog. I could now see the dog’s hind legs tensing up and instead of plunging into her pussy, he was giving her short stabs, a few moments later she screamed “Uhh, uhh, I’m cumming!”. This moment in my life was probably one of the most amazing because the seal between the dog’s knot and her pussy was so tight her cum, mixed with dog’s, was shooting out like a fan on a waterhose. I finally saw her head droop down onto the bed and also saw the dog’s knot decreasing in size. The instant he pulled it out 2 cups of cum spilled out of her hairless cunt. I went over to her, and we passionately kissed for 5 minutes before I said “So, how was your first dog fuck?”. I took the blindfold off her face, and noticed she had a tear running down her face, “I would’ve got him to stop if you asked, but it looked like you were having so much pleasure that I didn’t want to bother you”. She looked at me and said “I loved it”. I sighed in relief. She said “Well I’ve got to go now”, “Alright” I said “Let’s have a shower then”. I went in and turned the steam, and the rain shower on, and we quickly jumped in. Within seconds she was on her knees again sucking me off, she didn’t flex her throat muscles and I guessed she wanted me to fuck her again. I violentley pushed her up against the wall, while I was kissing the back of her neck, I took my dick and I placed it just under her pussy and started rubbing it forwards and back for about 20 seconds. I stopped and whispered to her “You ready?”, and before she could reply I shoved my prick up her ass so fast that she couldn’t even scream, she gasped for air for about 30 seconds while I was ripping her ass apart. When she finally caught her breath she was moaning so loud it was echoing off the walls, all you could hear was the sound of my dick plunging her, and her moans. After 5 minutes I started cumming loads into her ass, I guess she felt my cum hitting the back of her ass and she started cumming too. She slumped down and I dragged her over to the little seat and we both sat down and made out for about 10 minutes straight. We got and dried off and we walked downstairs, she gave me a huge french kiss and then left.
To be continued…

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