Walter settles into routine as Mistress Gloria’s submissive. In this chapter, he tells of how Mistress Gloria punished him and holly for screwing around and not paying attention to their work. He also talks about a contest between the slaves which results in one of them being reduced to a bald, submissive, sex slave– the lowest you can be.
When a pickpocket gets caught, she has to make a decision: either the cops will be called or she does some sort of IQ test. She passes the test, and she’s taken back to the lab where her brainwaves are fed to a new AI system.
Little Lisa was a cheerleader and my favorite dancing partner.
Young or old, she turned every head
But this sweet little lass
wanted me in bed
Disclaimer:Not my story but i want other people to see. Check out part 2
THE TIPS ON BLOW JOBS FOR WOMEN
disclaimer- i dont own aything
A family man has a hot adventure with a teenage girl. hope you enjoy, constructive feedback always welcome
I have never been with a man but often fantasize about sucking and riding cock, and how it would feel to take loads of cum in every way. This is one of those dreams.
A Fantasy I wrote for my wife.
This is my first story so please don’t be too critical…If it gets good enough reviews I’ll do a sequel
Brief Warning: This story is purely fiction and a creation based solely on pictures I’ve seen of Justin Bieber available on the internet for public viewing. If there is indeed an album in the works called “Breaking Barriers” I was unaware of this at the time of creation. I have never met, spoken to, received any kind of written acknowledgement from, or obtained permission to write this story from Justin Bieber or any of his associates/people mentioned in this story. Other than Justin Bieber, Christian Beadles, Selena Gomez, and Caitlin Beadles, any names mentioned in this story are completely random and do not reflect any real-life persons. The situations in this story do not reflect the values, beliefs, morals, or practices of any people mentioned within. I do not base my writing on any media outlets or news stories of the characters aforementioned, simply fantasies that exist in the confines of my own mind. By writing this story I do not support or encourage any rumor or belief about the characters mentioned – I simply like to imagine that the situations listed below happen from time to time. I am not enforcing the rumor that Justin Bieber is a closeted gay. Please do not leave comments of hatred for they will be ignored regardless of their content.General Warning: This is a story depicting two celebrity minors engaging in homosexual sexual situations. If this is offensive to the reader, please do not feel the need to comment or read further. Any negative comments will be ignored whilst any positive comments will be appreciated. I plan to further this series as the “Breaking Barriers” tour continues. Thank you for reading.
Note: This story/series will focus on a romantic relationship between Justin Bieber and Christian Beadles and hence, be more focused on romance, new and exotic feelings of lust and love for each boy, and forming a lasting bond between two people than on sex. For that reason, the stories will generally be lengthy. If you wish to skip the “lovey-dovey” stuff and go right on ahead to the sex, begin reading at the paragraph that begins, “’Hey, Christian,’ Justin began. ‘Would you mind if I took a … bathroom break?’” Once again, thanks for reading.
Breaking Barriers – Pt. I
In late 2011, Justin Bieber released chart-topping new singles from his new album, “Breaking Barriers”, featuring guest vocals by Lady GaGa, Will.I.Am, Usher, Fergie, and one of Justin Bieber’s idols, Beyonce. The album focuses on facing adversity and the hardships that teenagers oppose and is predicted to have a major demographic for older teenagers. The album is scheduled for release in January of 2012, but Bieber’s manager along with several executives from the record company believe that a small tour promoting the new album was in order, giving the projected demographic a small taste of the new sounds and music before releasing the album large-scale. Thus began the Eastern Coast Tour. Over the months of October, 2011, November, 2011, and December, 2011, Justin Bieber will tour the eastern coast of the United States, beginning in New York, New York, and ending in Key Largo, Florida.
Whilst on this tour, Justin has decided to allow his best friend, Christian Beadles, to ride along and watch the performances to experience more of a celebrity lifestyle. Christian eagerly agreed when offered with this opportunity and now shares a room with Justin on his tour bus. The tour bus itself is quite large. It holds three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a full kitchen, and a dining area. On board are Justin Bieber and Christian Beadles, a driver hired by the record company, Justin’s manager, two bodyguards, and a caretaker who cooks and cleans for Justin. Behind the bus at all times is a large van that has most of the special equipment for the tour and a small group of crewmen who do the pre-show and post-show set up. The tour bus and van have entered into New York, New York a few minutes ago via the Lincoln Tunnel and are approaching the theatre Justin is to perform at this evening:
Christian looked outside through the large cabin window and smiled in awe. He’d visited New York before, but no other city was quite as amazing. The streets were bustling with people and the buildings seemed to stretch upward for miles and miles. Within a few minutes, the bus pulled to a halt and Christian was eager to climb outside and take in a lungful of the smoggy, yet beautiful, New York air. Christian did just that – rushing outside in a flash – and stood on the sidewalk in front of the grandiose theatre. The unmarked black van that had followed the tour bus for the last two-hundred miles stopped just shy of the bus. Large muscled men dressed in black t-shirts and denim jeans began to unload the valuable equipment onto the sidewalk to bring inside the theatre for Justin’s performance. Christian took a seat on the stairway that led to the back entrance of the theatre and looked out onto the street ahead, studying the people that walked on the sidewalk. He loved to watch people – just to study what they were doing as they lived their lives.
Christian had awoken early that morning, leaving Justin unstirred in their shared bedroom. Christian fixed himself breakfast as they entered New York and had been anticipating their stop ever since. Just being in the Big Apple gave him chills. As he sat on the stairwell, he pulled a magazine from his rear pocket and began to thumb through it, enjoying the midday breeze. It was quite warm for October, especially this far north, but there was still a nip in the air. Christian’s eyes lifted from the magazine as he watched the crewmen begin to haul the heavy auditory equipment up the stairs into the back entrance. A younger laborer caught Christian’s eye. He had a wisp of messy – yet styled – blonde hair atop his head and despite being a roadie of sorts, he had little muscle. Christian guessed him to be in his twenties, but the sight of him was still appealing despite his older age. As Christian stared, he could see the sweat dripping off of the youth’s body in a stimulating fashion. It was quite nice. Then, as Christian looked away from the blonde man, he saw Justin. His eyes instantly locked onto Justin’s lean body, which was wrapped in a clinging turquoise shirt that hugged every curve and muscle. Justin had his legendary purple sunglasses over his eyes along with tight, denim skinny-jeans that sagged a few inches to reveal purple and black checkered boxer shorts. He wore bright blue custom-made sneakers, which looked amazing on the boy. He also wore a purple and white hat atop his head, pushing his fringed hair into his eyes. Christian was nearly salivating at the sight of his older friend, suddenly glad that Justin had grown his hair back out.
Justin walked towards Christian and ascended the stairs on which he sat, looking towards his friend. They met eyes and Justin flashed his beautiful smile at Christian as he went into the concert hall for a sound check. Christian’s heart swooned as he took in the smile, ever excited to be in Justin’s presence. Christian returned to his magazine, thinking that there was an article about an interview with Justin over the new album that he could read, but suddenly decided against it. He stood, walking back to the tour bus to find some other source of entertainment. As Christian found the foot of the stairs, which led to the busy New York sidewalk, he spotted a young gay couple walking hand-in-hand along the road. They were smiling and laughing together, dressed flamboyantly in bright colors. The older boy leaned in and kissed the cheek of the younger, who then beamed joyously. Christian threw the magazine in his hands in a nearby rubbish bin and turned on his heel to run back up the stairs and into the theatre.
Christian entered through the back door and instantly spotted Justin in the center of the stage, speaking through a microphone to the man in the sound booth. Christian took a seat in the center of the front row to watch Justin and the crewmen set up. Justin saw him and waved and smiled. Christian returned the gesture and Justin’s face fell into seriousness as he spoke with the soundboard operator. Behind Justin, the handsome blonde roadie was working on the wiring of a fog machine whilst the others were lugging in heavy equipment. Christian could hear the soundboard operator speaking over the concert hall’s intercom, now.
“That’s good, Justin. Now let’s see the quality of the speakers. Sing something and I’ll adjust the board for optimum quality,” he instructed.
Christian moved forward in his chair with anticipation as Justin began to sing the chorus of “Baby”, an older song from an older album. Christian smiled at the pleasant tones of Justin’s voice. He loved how Justin clutched his chest as he sung, moving his arms horizontally as if he were performing. Christian couldn’t stop smiling.
***
A few hours later, customers began pouring into the concert hall to find their seats. Several ushers were showing people to their spots. On stage, Justin was nowhere to be found – probably dressing backstage. Christian sat in the same seat he had before. Justin had arranged for him to sit in the very front row, a friendly gesture. As the gigantic crowd was seated, the hall was filled with excited chatter and whispers of what the performance was going to be like. On his right and left, Christian saw teenage girls and their parents adorned in Justin Bieber attire. The girl to his left wore a shirt that said “Bieberific” on the front and read lyrics to a song from Justin’s last album on the back. The girl on his left wore purple sunglasses and held a sign that read, “We luv u Justin”. Christian smiled, relieved they didn’t realize who he was. He wasn’t one for the spotlight. Over the intercom, Christian recognized the familiar voice of the soundboard operator.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man of the hour – Justin Bieber!” he shouted.
The cheering and screaming began instantaneously as music began to play. It was the introduction chord of a song from Justin’s last album entitled, “No Time To Spare”. The crowd went wild, chanting and screaming and when Justin stepped on stage, the crowd’s decibel level seemed to climax into a unison of screams. Christian, without shame, cheered and yelled for his friend’s success. At the same time, his eyes locked onto Justin’s tight-fitting outfit, which consisted of only the color white. Fog began to roll in, which was lit by the purple stage lights, and beautiful tones began to flow from Justin’s lips, enticing the crowd into a murmuring silence. Christian could feel the sensual energy sprouting forth from Justin’s amazing performance.
After three songs and a small narrative from Justin, Christian was looking at his friend in a completely sexual way. He had never done so before, other than the occasional glance at Justin’s private area, thinking of how big he might be. Tonight was different, however. He felt as if he and Justin just… connected. Maybe not physically, but spiritually. As Justin performed and sang, Christian felt that each lyric, each word was emphasized to be specifically about him. Christian closed his eyes and imagined his lips on Justin’s as the boy’s music played in the background. Christian’s heart, unbeknown to him, was pulsing hard at these newfound feelings.
***
After the show, Justin and Christian met backstage to help gather the equipment and prepare to move to the next city. Justin’s manager, Nick, quickly found them, however, and proved to have a better idea.
“Justin, for publicity purposes, if it’s okay with you, I suggest that you do a meet-and-greet with a couple hundred fans. They’d come in, get an autograph from you, get to ask a few questions, and then go on their way. It’d really show people you’re dedicated to “break the barrier” between celebrity and fan.”
Christian turned to study Justin’s reaction. He quickly smiled and nodded. “That’s a great idea. How are we going to choose who gets a picture?” Justin asked.
“We can do the first five rows of seats. They paid the most for where they are, so why not reward them?” Nick said, chuckling.
Justin agreed and, very quickly, a table was set up in the exit hallway and the first five rows of fans were ushered in a single-file line to meet Justin. As he walked to the signing area, he turned back to Christian.
“Hey, Christian! Why don’t you come help me? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind meeting two celebrities,” he said with a grin.
Christian laughed at his friend. “Please. I’m only well-known because I hang out with YOU.”
Justin smiled and Christian, instantly won over, followed like a lost duckling. The pair took their seats at the signing table and an excited throng of fans began whispering intently. The first person to get their signature was an older woman – perhaps thirty or thirty-five – who told Justin that he was a “welcome new voice among an era who have lost the meaning of music”. Justin, humble as he was, told the woman that he did it out of sheer enjoyment and she nodded and smiled.
As the line went on, more and more people said similar things. They complimented him, thanked him, praised him. A fair few took notice of Christian, asking for a photo of the two together. As murmurs of Christian’s presence made its way through the line of fans, Christian received more and more requests for signatures. He obliged, getting a prideful thrill off of the experience. While he was signing a young girl’s photograph, Justin leaned over and whispered, “See? This is fun, isn’t it?”
Christian nodded and smiled, welcoming the next fan. After about an hour or so, the line began to dwindle. One of the last fans in line was one that Christian was especially interested in. The boy looked to be Justin’s age – perhaps sixteen, if not older – and he was obviously gay. He was dressed head to toe in flamboyantly bright colors and he had a tattoo of a star on his left wrist. His jet black hair was in a faux hawk complemented with neon purple tips. As he approached the table, he shuffled his feet a bit and his face turned scarlet. He was quite shy, but in a small yet deep voice, he asked Justin to sign his photograph, laying the prized slip of paper on the desk. Christian’s gaze focused intently on Justin. He was interested to see what his friend would do. He had to know that the guy was queer, like Christian did, right? Justin instantly smiled that beautiful grin and set his Sharpie to the photo. He handed it back to the boy and thanked him for coming to the show. The boy’s bright blue eyes instantly lit up with adoration and he gave a smile that could crack his face if held for too long. Justin asked if the boy had any questions for him to answer, but he simply shook his head – still smiling – and walked away hurriedly. Christian’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what Justin had just done. With a grin, he welcomed the next fan, once more.
***
No less than a half-hour later, the boys were back on the tour bus, heading straight for Jersey. It was nearing one o’clock in the morning, but the pair were intent on playing video games until the sun rose in the sky. They were playing Justin’s Z-Box, trying to beat each other’s score in Heed of Duty 7. Justin had just got a killstreak and released rabid Nazi zombies onto the battlefield. As Christian’s character died, he turned to look at Justin. In the reflecting light of the television screen, his face was brightened and his normally pink lips now shone a brighter tone. Christian ached to kiss those lips – yet, he didn’t know why. Christian was always taught that boys should like girls and girls should like boys, but for some unknown reason, Christian was drawn to his best friend in a way he couldn’t put into words. He still liked girls – sure! – but there was something… intriguing about Justin that pulled Christian near. As Justin caught Christian’s gaze, he sniggered.
“What?” Justin asked.
Christian’s heart skipped a beat. “Uhm…” he began, trying to think of something to say. “You remember that kid that you signed the autograph for tonight?” the words came rushing out in a flood of speech.
Justin giggled. “You mean the one that came up to the signing table? Sure!” he said smartly.
“I mean the gay kid. Towards the end,” Christian said, unable to stop himself from finishing.
Justin did not look back towards the television. “Yeah…”
“Why’d you sign his picture?”
“You don’t think I should have?”
“No, no. It’s not that! I was just… wondering.”
Justin smiled. “Anyone can be my fan. I’ll respect them just as much as the next, regardless of who or what they are.” With that, he turned back towards the television and continued annihilating Christian’s score.
Christian was unable to breathe. His heart skipped another beat and he smiled widely as his eyes returned to the screen. He was beaming as he played, joyous at his friend’s answer. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps. As Christian’s thoughts traveled elsewhere, pondering what Justin’s answer meant, he grew stiff in his shorts.
“So how is Caitlin? I don’t see her very much anymore,” Justin asked, changing subjects.
“S-she’s fine,” Christian stuttered, thrown out of his fantasies. “She doesn’t seem to have any feelings for you anymore. She just mostly does chick stuff, y’know? Shopping and hanging out with her friends…” Christian let the sentence die.
“I’m glad. I didn’t want things to end the way they did and it was uncomfortable coming over to your house afterwards,” Justin said.
Christian nodded, understandingly. “How’re you an’ Selena?”
Justin sighed and Christian could tell that he had rolled his eyes. “I dunno. It’s… rocky. She’s always clinging to me and never leaves me alone. She always wants to GO somewhere, but she only kisses me or hangs on me when cameras are around. I don’t like it.”
“Why not just break it off?” his friend asked.
“I plan to – and soon,” Justin said. He turned towards his friend and in the corner of his eye, he caught the bulge in Christian’s pants. He instantly burst into a fit of laughter. “No need to get excited. You can stop imagining us in bed. It hasn’t happened yet and probably won’t.”
Christian, relieved by this news, nervously laughed off the moment with Justin. After a few minutes, the boys agreed to turn off the Z-Box and go to bed. As they fell asleep, the bus pulled into a welcome station a few miles away from the entrance to New Jersey and there they stayed to rest for the night.
***
When the boys awoke the next day, they found themselves on the road once more. Nick entered the bedroom only a few minutes later and announced that since the show did not start for several hours, they had time to kill. Justin, almost instantaneously, suggested stopping at a beach for some maritime fun. Justin’s manager obliged without resistance and the tour bus changed course towards the nearest coast.
As they arrived, Justin and Christian took turns changing in the privacy of their adjoining bathroom and were quickly wearing only swimming trunks. As Christian emerged from the bathroom, he noticed Justin sitting on the bed, texting someone on his high-dollar phone. Christian’s breath quickly escaped in a gasp as he saw his friend’s gorgeous body.
Over the summer, Justin had been working out at the gym more often than ever and it showed. Justin had developed a very noticeable muscle tone, accenting his features beautifully. His shoulders seemed to have grown a bit more broad and his stomach became flatter and developed a more defined abdomen. At the time of Christian’s viewing, Justin’s small, dark nipples were erect and rigid and his breathing was even, constantly causing his amazing chest to rise and fall eloquently. Christian felt lightheaded, gazing at his friend in such a way. It was… wrong. At least, Christian had been taught so. But it felt so… so right. So perfect. Christian couldn’t help but watch Justin’s brief movements, wondering what hid underneath the thin shorts. He wanted to see more. He needed to see more.
His thoughts and rising erection were interrupted, however, by Nick’s booming voice, announcing that they had arrived. Justin looked up and smiled at Christian warmly.
“Got a towel?” he asked.
Christian could hardly speak. “I’ll grab one,” he said.
Justin nodded and stood, walking towards the door and Christian’s eyes fixed to his posterior end, watching carefully as the snug fabric hugged the curve of his friend’s perfect, rounded ass.
The pair walked out of the bedroom, inched through the tight hallway, and exited the tour bus to see a beautiful white-sand beach being lightly kissed by flawless turquoise, yet nearly transparent, waters. A breeze flowed through the air, carrying the scent of the saltwater and the noise of the constant tide. It was breath-taking. Seeing as it was early October, however, the water temperature was a bit cold. It mattered not to Justin nor Christian, however, as their young-blooded bodies managed to keep warm.
As they made their way to an empty section of beach, away from any crew members or tour personnel, Justin took a surfboard from a nearby stack and offered one to Christian, who accepted with a large grin.
“Ever been surfing?” the teen idol asked.
Christian shook his head, “No.”
Justin grinned. “I’ve been a few times. I’ll teach you what I know.”
With that, the pair of inseparable, mischievous, pubescent boys made their way to the water and, very carefully, stepped into the chilled water. They swam together, splashing like little boys at each other, and waited about a hundred feet or so feet away from shore. Here, the smaller waves could be felt.
Justin showed Christian the proper technique for getting onto a surfboard and catching a wave in its prime. Christian tried to mimic Justin’s actions but his form was tense and nervous, causing him to fall often. The boys went further out so that larger waves could come and tried intently to catch a perfect ride.
Christian, eventually, gave up after so many failures and decided to watch his friend, instead. As Christian rested his head onto the board’s surface, his eyes focused on the lean abdomen of Justin’s body, which was continually pummeled with showers of saltwater, giving it a reflective and shiny look. He looked nice wet. His normally fringed hair lied in his face a bit, but turned it into a dark tone, making Justin appear nearly Italian in combination with his close-to-olive skin. Christian sighed deeply – maybe affectionately – as he watched. Continually, Justin fell over and over again, losing balance or rising at the wrong time. Perhaps it was rustiness – perhaps inexperience – but he couldn’t seem to get that perfect wave.
“Ready to call it quits?” Christian shouted.
Justin’s laugh could be heard for miles, making any longing person’s insides turn to flutters. “Not yet. Let me try a few more!”
Christian nodded and watched closer. Justin then laid down his surfboard and began to paddle towards an incoming wave. This one was larger than the last few and looked perfect. Justin had told Christian that these were the waves to wait for. Christian’s eyes locked once more, waiting for his love-interest to prove his prowess. Justin climbed atop the board at the perfect time and rode the wave well… for a few seconds. His knee then buckled, as if his body had been too stiff – too tense. Justin collapsed forward, diving headfirst into the ocean’s depths. Christian began to laugh, but as he saw his next sight, his breath left him with haste.
Atop the crystal-like waters were Justin’s purple and black swim trunks – without a Justin in their grip. Instinctively, Christian ripped the goggles in his trunk pockets from their place and slammed them onto his face without hesitance. He then dove underneath the water and did he ever get an eyeful! In his line of vision, un-obscured by any foliage or sea life was the essence of Justin’s maleness. Christian could see Justin’s member, which – although limp – was extremely nice and quite long for a complete lack of sexual stimuli. His testicles, due to the cold water, were drawn close to his body, coveting the warmth radiating from his stomach, and it gave him a virile look as the skin of his scrotum was tight. Christian also took note that Justin had no pubic hair. Unlike Christian, Justin seemed to have shaved his away, which was not uncommon.
Justin then turned around quickly, obviously looking for his undergarments, and Christian got a great view of his rear. Justin’s ass was tight – and packed – as it was perfectly round and bubble-shaped. It held a certain… attractive quality that Christian had never observed on another person before. He had the urge to kiss the soft cheeks, to feel them, to part them… He didn’t understand the thoughts surging through his mind but he enjoyed their desires. As Christian tried to get a closer look, he was suddenly aware of his own stiffness, which had been present since the shorts first floated towards him. His member was throbbing and hot – begging for Christian’s touch.
After what seemed like an hour of staring, Christian could hear – faintly – Justin’s calling voice. He realized, also, that he had been holding his breath for an extremely long while. Christian broke the surface of the water, gasping for precious air, and heard Justin laughing.
“Christian,” he said, speaking through giggles. “Toss me my pants!”
Christian looked around and to his left saw the purple wad of clothing. He tossed it over to Justin and, with a slap, it landed in front of him. He quickly pulled them on, removing all traces of his exposed manliness, and began to chuckle.
“Maybe we SHOULD head back,” Justin yelled. Christian agreed with a nod and together, the two boys swam to shore.
***
Hours later, Christian was sitting in the front row of Justin’s performance in Newark, New Jersey. He got a perfect view of his friend’s dancing and singing and, although he was unaware of it, he wore a toothy smile the entire show. He couldn’t help but to begin to view Justin more like a boyfriend than he would a best friend. He noticed subtle things about Justin’s appearance, personality, and voice that he hadn’t before. Was he the first to make these discoveries? For instance, while Justin performed a single from the Breaking Barriers album, he could detect tones of misery and loneliness through the cheerful lyric. Was his relationship with Selena really that hard? As he moved, he could see that Justin thrusted eagerly, like there was a primal hunger within him for sex. How long had it been since he last slept with a girl? Was he a virgin? These thoughts pulsed through Christian’s mind at a pace he could barely keep up with himself. He continued to watch his friend, lovingly, and waited for the show to cease.
***
Eight songs, four-hundred-and-eighty-six autographs, and thirty-nine photos later, an exhausted Justin and a cheerful Christian entered the bedroom of their shared tour bus as they began to drive to a resting area near Trenton, New Jersey. Justin sort of flopped himself into a chair that set next to a small table – normally used to hold their Z-Box controllers – and sighed.
“That was a great show, tonight, Justin,” Christian said, a pep in his voice.
Justin grinned. “Thanks. It took a lot out of me.”
Christian took the seat next to Justin and reached behind himself to grab the deck of cards that sat on the bed nearby. “Wanna play a game of ERS?” Christian asked, smiling like a careless teen.
Justin leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. “Sure!” he said, excitedly. “No one can beat me in ERS!”
Christian pulled the deck from its packaging and soon realized that this was a special kind of deck. As he dealt the cards, he noticed that each was portraying a different woman – devoid of clothing – and emphasized a certain part of her anatomy – differing with each card.
Justin soon leapt for the deck. “Whoa! This is supposed to stay in my spare shoes… Did we play with this earlier?”
Christian shook his head no.
“Wonder who got them out…” Justin pondered. Then, as he looked at the Queen card, which showed a woman from the waist up, her chest and breasts covered in semen, he obtained a mischievous grin that threatened to crack his face. “Matter fact,” he said, “let’s use these.”
Christian grinned, as well, and the cards were dealt. Now, ERS, or Egyptian Rat Screw, as some call it, is a simple game. The objective is to obtain the entire deck and it requires focus and attention to play. Playing with pornographic cards isn’t exactly ideal, but the boys did so.
Christian, after dealing the deck, put the two Joker cards, which showed pictures of gay men with semen on their chests, a parody of the Queen card, in his lap to ogle. Justin did not take notice, which Christian was thankful for.
The boys played for the next hour or so. With each card that was set on the table, a new pair of breasts or a new parted womanhood showed itself to the pubescent boys, causing bulges to appear in both of their pants. It seemed for a long time that Christian was going to win, but the tables suddenly turned and Justin got on a streak. Christian broke his gaze from the naked women on the cards and looked towards Justin.
At that moment, Justin was leaning back to stretch and his shirt had risen from his jeans and exposed his flat belly. Christian’s eyes locked to the skin and, just below this area, noticed a bulge in Justin’s jeans. And. It. Was. Big.
Justin settled back into his original position and began to play once more. His mind on the image of Justin’s newly-pitched tent, Christian stated, “Y’know, I haven’t been able to jack off since we started this tour.”
Justin laughed as he set down another card. “Me either. It’s been Hell.”
Christian and Justin both broke into a fit of giggles, then. It seemed that the longer the boys played, fondled the pornographic cards, and focused on the throbbing members in their pants, the more that the sexual energy in the room began to grow. After Christian lied down two Queen cards in a row, Justin commented.
“You know, these women… they’ve probably seen wa-a-a-ay too many dicks,” he said, putting emphasis on each extra “e”.
Christian laughed but did not respond. Justin continued. “When I fuck for the first time…” he began.
Christian could swear he heard shattering glass as this statement passed through Justin’s succulent lips. His dream boy was a VIRGIN. A VIRGIN. Christian smiled widely. He didn’t know why it mattered so much to him, but it did. It mattered greatly. It was the difference between life and death! At that moment, nothing else mattered. NOTHING. His boy was a virgin!
“I want a virgin… One I could… break in! I would want them to be tight… tight enough so they moaned every time I stuck it in…” Justin finished, in deep concentration. “Don’t you?” he asked.
Christian stammered. “Y-Yeah… the tighter the better, right?”
Justin giggled. “No need to get nervous. We’ve talked about sex before…”
I haven’t wanted to fuck you before, Christian thought. “Yeah… I get so hot when I think of it, though,” Christian said, chuckling. It was the truth. His whole body set fire when sex entered his psyche.
As the boys played their cards, sweat began to form on either brow. They began to perspire as the bulges in their pants throbbed and called to their dominant hands. As Justin lied down another King card, which showed a woman with a dildo inside of her to its hilt, he threw his cards on the table and groaned.
“Hey, Christian,” Justin began. “Would you mind if I took a… bathroom break?”
Christian could sense the eagerness of Justin’s tone. He could see the primal need of gratification upon the boy’s face. Justin had never asked to masturbate while Christian was near and Christian had never done so, either. Presented with the situation, Christian quickly obliged.
“Thanks!” Justin said, letting a sigh of relief come with the words.
Justin stood up from his chair, making it fall backward onto the shag carpet. He reached down to his stomach and pulled upward on the end of his t-shirt, raising it up over his head. Christian could not look away. His beautiful abs and his tight, erect nipples were staring the pubescent boy right in the face. Justin then began tearing at his belt, loosening it and unzipping his pants afterward. As he pulled them down and kicked them off, he stood only in a pair of white and black boxers, an extremely large tent in the front. Without trying, Christian’s body gave a small whimper.
Justin, hearing the sound, turned his head to the side to look at Christian and gave him a puzzled, quizzical expression. Christian’s eyes met Justin’s beautiful set and an instant, primal connection was made between the two sexual beings. Christian’s eyes, bravely, traveled down Justin’s chest, to his abs, and finally locked onto the tent with desire.
Justin, ever knowing, grinned that special grin. The boys were locked – locked in silence and in tension. Neither spoke and neither breathed. The room oozed sexual energy and a desire from each boy. Then, with as little eloquence as possible, Justin breathed two words.
“Wanna see?” he asked, a slight tone of arrogance in the whisper.
Christian does not respond. He cannot. He won’t. Justin accepts this as a response in and of itself and, gently, oh-so-fucking-gently, pulls on the waistband of his boxers, allowing the mass of his manhood to flop freely.
Christian gasped. As he did, Justin gasped as well, in shock of his friend’s sudden movement. Christian could not stop staring. Justin was hard as rock – solid and pulsating like some ancient enchanted relic. Justin was circumcised and a tiny droplet of pre-cum formed at the glans of the throbbing member. Christian had never seen a dick – other than his own – and Justin’s took his breath away.
Justin made a slight movement to pull his boxers down further, and this frightened Christian. His body reacted, believing Justin was going to put the massive member away, and he leapt from his seat to the area in front of Justin and bowed to his knees. His friend did nothing to resist or to stop him as he moved, anxious to see what would happen next. Thoughts flew through Christian’s mind. What to do… what to do. He looked up at his friend, saw those pert nipples and that shocked face. Thinking he had offended Justin, he began to rise from the floor, but a warm hand touched his shoulder.
“Wait,” came a small voice.
Justin shook his body gently and the boxers fell from his great manhood to his ankles, bunching on the floor. Christian cannot speak, once again. Justin then stepped out of his boxers and began to walk to the bedroom door, turning the lock that blocked the outside world from entry. He returned to his friend and waited patiently. As Christian absorbed the situation, Justin’s voice sounded again.
“You’re hard…” he said.
Christian looked down and blushed shyly. Justin grinned at his friend and reached down to him, pulling his shirt over his head and off of his body. Christian looked at Justin questioningly and then back down at the dick in front of him. With his right hand, Christian suddenly took a firm grip of Justin’s manhood and began to pump it back and forth, as he would his own, and soon a small amount of pre-cum leaked from the head. The droplet swam down Justin’s meaty shaft to Christian’s hand. Christian could feel a tingling in his spine and against his brain. Is this real?
Christian then placed his small, full, pink lips over the head of Justin’s cock and let his tongue find the ridge behind it. As his tongue touched the tip, Justin shuddered and Christian could feel his heartbeat against his tongue. The feeling made Christian’s own cock begin to throb harder and the feeling is wonderful.
Christian then thought back to everything he’d seen in porn – everything he’d heard from his girl friends – and began to give head to the teen idol. Slowly and generously, Christian took a good three inches of Justin’s meat between his lips and, with his hand placed at the base of the shaft, began to move back and forth on his cock, tugging on the shaft with each impalement. He sucked gratefully, rocking his head back and forth – up and down – on the pulsing cock in his mouth. He was careful to avoid biting or scraping and licked as much as he could. He could tell that his friend enjoyed the motions as Justin had began to pick up a steady rhythm of moving his cock in and out of the moist depths, feeling Christian’s soft lips touch his sensitive tip. Justin suddenly pulled his dick out of Christian’s mouth and grasp and pulled up the chair he had knocked down earlier. He sat and spread his legs wide, allowing Christian to continue.
Christian inched forward eagerly and began exploring with his tongue – licking the tip and the shaft, obtaining a taste of Justin’s boyhood and a bit of his sweat. Christian’s tongue soon found Justin’s balls and he began to suck on them, one at a time. He licked the area between Justin’s cock and thigh, tasting and loving. He then moved back to Justin’s cock and lapped at the head. His dick was stiff and eager – more so than before now that he knew what he had been missing.
“Man,” Justin said, thinking aloud, “Selena would never do this for me…”
Christian giggled and licked once more. “Why not?” He then took Justin’s cock head between his lips and placed his hand at the base once more, continuing to suck and rub.
Justin leaned back in his chair. “I dunno. She says she’s a ‘pure girl’. I think Disney brainwashes them all into ‘purity rings’ and ‘abstinence’.”
Christian laughed around Justin’s cock and continued sucking heavily. Justin began to moan and shudder more often. As Christian’s mouth tightened around the thick meat, he could feel the cock flex and tighten inside of his mouth, against his tongue. Justin soon took hold of Christian’s head and began thrusting in and out of his mouth, like some forbidden hole that gave naughty pleasures. Christian enjoyed being used in such a way and gained similar mental pleasure from tasting the essence of his friend’s sex. After a few minutes of the thrusting, Justin removed his hands and leaned back in his chair, thrusting deep into Christian’s mouth.
“Suck! SUCK!” Justin commanded, on the brink of orgasm.
Christian obliged, wrapping his hand around the base and pumping harder than before. His mouth contracted around the sensitive ridge and tip and Justin came – hard. Christian tried to swallow as much as he possibly could, but Justin’s pent-up load was too, too much. A fair amount of it dribbled from the youth’s mouth onto his chest and onto the idol’s thighs. As Christian is covered, he can’t help but to think that he resembles the Joker card from the pornographic deck.
As Justin catches his breath and comes down from orgasm, his cock inevitably shrinks. Christian finds it fascinating to watch and, as he does, he draws designs in the mess on his body. Justin leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Christian… I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I didn’t want to influence you at all,” Justin said, speaking at an extremely fast rate, “I was just horny. I wanted it… needed it, actually. I’m sorry.”
Christian, instead of speaking in return, stands and kisses Justin deeply on his lips, savoring the lost-desired flavor of those beautiful lips and tongue. He can feel Justin’s tongue invade his mouth and for a long, ecstatic moment, the two connected more so that they had ever before. As they broke their kiss, Justin chuckled.
“I guess… that means you had fun?”
Christian nodded cheekily. His face fell to seriousness, then. “Justin,” he began, “we’ve been friends for a long while, now… and I want a true answer. Are you… gay?”
Justin sighed. “I’ll admit, I’ve had thoughts of other boys, but – honestly – the only reason that we just did that is because you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t’ve let anyone else.”
Christian beamed at this news, full of pride.
“Do you… want the same treatment?” Justin asked. Christian’s heart skipped a beat.
“Would you… be willing to do that for me?”
Justin laughed. “Well, hell! I might as well try, seeing as you did it for me!”
Christian eagerly began stripping off his pants. He tore off his boxers like a madman, exposing his slightly smaller and thinner uncircumcised cock. It’s throbbing and the head was exposed out of desire.
Justin stared for a long while and then instructed Christian to sit on his lap. The youth did as told and adjusted himself so that his legs were spread apart, his knees planted on the chair’s surface on either side of Justin’s thighs. In this position, Christian’s manhood sat right in front of Justin’s hairless chest. Justin reached upward, hesitantly, and took a firm grip in the center of Christian’s member. He began to jerk it, playfully, exploring the different reactions that Christian gave and seeing what he could do with his friend’s meat. He pulled on the foreskin, a foreign item to Justin, and rubs the inside of Christian’s thighs. All the while, Christian felt amazing with each touch of the idol’s soft fingertips and sensual movements. His cock twitched at times of sheer pleasure and this made Justin giggle – like a boy experiencing something naughty for the first time. Justin then began to pinch the head of Christian’s cock gently and squeeze the shaft to make the head swell. Christian gave small whimpers and moans.
Soon, Christian’s lack of recent masturbation and the excitement and newness of the experiences were allowing him to prepare for orgasm just from Justin’s touch. As Christian shuddered, Justin apparently sensed this and moved downward with surprising flexibility and began to suck unskillfully on the head. Christian’s eyes shut tight as he moved his head towards the ceiling and moaned loudly. Justin attempted to deepthroat the youth’s member but gags a little at the halfway mark. This causes him to focus solely on the head and ridge that was normally protected from such intrusions by Christian’s tight foreskin. Justin sucked heartily and rocked back and forth on the head, bringing all the blood to its surface. Whilst he did so, his hands were squeezing and massaging Christian’s tight balls, allowing the boiling sperm within them to squirm just a bit.
Christian was ready to cum and began to moan louder than before. His back arcs as his posture straightens and his arms go straight downward at his sides, his hands grasping at the air. His toes curl and his body twitches and his teenage seed blasts inside of Justin’s mouth. Instantly, Justin recoiled and angled his head away from the streaming cum. Christian coasts Justin’s chest instead and a single strand of the watery mess lands in Justin’s fringed hair and face. As Christian tries to catch his breathing, Justin spits what got in his mouth on the floor. Seeing this, a small amount of disappointment weights down on Christian’s heart. It seemed unfitting that after sharing such a close moment that Justin would reject his seed, but that came with inexperience and the anxiety of being in such uncharted territory.
Christian was still ecstatic, however, as his best friend just allowed him to live his darkest fantasy. The youth begins to climb off of the idol, but he feels Justin’s tight prick against his rear as he does so.
Christian then, ideas flooding his mind, turned to Justin to look him in the eye. “Do you want to… put it in me?” he asked.
Justin is hesitant in responding. “Honestly, Christian… without a condom… I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”
Christian nodded, in disappointed understanding.
“But,” Justin began, “I AM hard… so I’ll give you a little surprise. Lie down on the floor, back up.”
Christian did as told, climbing off of his desired boy and lying on the soft shag carpeting that lined the tour bus. Justin climbed off the chair next and manually spread Christian’s legs wide so that his cock is comfortable and his balls were exposed from behind. Justin then climbed over Christian and lied on top of the youth. Christian could feel the waves of warmth coming from Justin’s pulsing body – especially his cock – and obtained a tingling feeling along his spine, wherever Justin was near. He closed his eyes in anticipation and could soon feel Justin placing his rigid member between his ass cheeks and soon, he could feel Justin humping against his cheeks and hole, extremely close to penetrating him.
Justin began at a slow pace, sliding his tight rod between Christian’s cheeks with caution. Then, as he built a rhythm and their two bodies connected, he felt Christian clench and make it more difficult for Justin to hump. This gave the boy renewed stamina and he began to pump his legs, thrusting his cock with vigor and speed against the youth’s tightness.
Christian grew hard, once again, almost immediately. His cock was begin rubbed against the shag carpeting underneath him each time that Justin’s thighs slapped against the back of his ass. Christian moaned into the carpet, although he wasn’t receiving enough pleasure to elicit a moan, and felt that he was in Heaven. Justin continued pumping – harder and harder – until it seemed that Justin was trying to fuck the air between Christian’s cheeks as hard and as deep as he could.
“Turn over,” Justin requested, stopping his pumping.
Christian did as told, getting on his knees around Justin – in reverse cowgirl – and here, Justin was able to thrust both between Christian’s tight ass cheeks, but also in the area between Christian’s pulsing erection and his thigh. Christian really liked it when Justin pumped there. He could feel each time that Justin thrusted, as his cock would move upward and touch Christian’s own.
Soon, Christian’s hand was wrapped around his throbbing cock, pumping away like a depraved man, as Justin’s cock slithered its way between Christian’s balls and thigh, humping against the youth’s body. Within minutes, Christian began to spurt his seed once more, raining down his cream onto Justin’s thighs and onto his cock and balls. Justin, once again riding a new wave of stamina, pumped harder against Christian’s tightened and orgasm-ing cock. Christian clenched, attempting to close his legs as he came, and this created a tighter area for Justin to fuck. The teen idol grabbed the youth’s waist and began pumping as hard as he could and soon, he began to cum as well, blasting his seed up and along Christian’s abdomen. The longest strand even flew from Justin’s cock to Christian’s chin.
Both boys seemed to collapse after their second orgasms. As Justin fell against the floor, Christian turned and climbed on top of him, catching him in a warm embrace. Justin rolls with Christian on the floor, feeling his back land against a warm sperm puddle. He giggles as this happens and Christian bends down to kiss his body as much as he can before being fought off. The entire time, as boy connected with boy through that post-sex kiss, Justin was giggling like a schoolchild just as Christian was.
A few minutes after the snuggling, Justin sat up on the floor and looked around, examining all the wet spots from their bonding.
“We may need to clean this up before we perform in Trenton…” Justin suggested playfully.
Christian chuckled. “Who showers first?”
Justin turned and tackled the youth, kissing him with vigor and passion. The two naked bodies became one in a tight embrace.
“Why separate now?” Justin asked, that grin returning.
Christian smiled back, lighting up the room with energy. Justin stood and offered a hand to his mate. As they moved towards the adjoining bathroom to shower as a pair, Christian’s arm extended around Justin’s body, clutching his waistline and pulling him close. His palm covered the avian tattoo on Justin’s body, as a boyfriend would, and in that moment, Christian felt that all would be right in the world thus far.
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Our progagonist’s journey into depravity continues… Be Warned!
Hi again! Another poker incest story! No homo, LoL, I promise. Also, this time I’d like to give a shout out to mopmopmop. Their story “Poker Mom” is what inspired this story. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! Please leave comments and votes, so I know how I’m doing! Also, feel free to check out my first series Poker Night with Sis, if you like this sort of story! All ages in my story are over 18. I know some of you hate to read it that but Nyah!
Ethan takes a friend to fuck his old college mate, while he records it, and he learns more about the power he possesses. Please read Part I to better understand this story.
It’s my first time writing here so please excuse and mistakes. I’d love for some feedback so please use the comments box.
Rapist at 14 #8
I would like to first apologize to the readers of this series. When I first wrote it I also wrote to many other stories that didn’t have and ending yet and this one got lost in the shuffle.
Prologue:
As you will remember in my last two stories I had been hit by a car by a women named Carol Woods which ruined my football career and thereby losing my scholarship. I moved back home to my mothers house and waited two years before I wet back and raped Carol Wood plus making her fuck her son and suck his cock. When I left her son was still fucking her. During the following year I was still pretty upset in loosing my scholarship and any chance I had to being an FBI Agent. In that year I raped five women.
Also readers I am not a rapist this series is my imagination at to what a rapist could be like.
CONTINUING THE STORY;
I stayed around the house for about a week doing nothing but fucking my sister. I had lost all interest in fucking my Mother and was glad she had found someone. I got a job with an insurance company as a fraud investigator so I got to travel a lot which kept my mind off what happened to me a little bit. I”m getting a little ahead of myself hear.
The first week I was home I took my sister Sara to a concert in the woods. It was a music festival with a lot of semi known as well as some local bands. We had been there about an hour and a half when we decided to get something to eat and watch one of the Rock Bands. They were at the bottom of the hill and a lot of people were sitting up there listening to them. I noticed a woman in her early 30’s I think sitting on the hill with her legs a little apart and she had no underwear on. You could see her shaved pussy and occasionally she would turn and open her legs wide. I could see that all the members of the band had hard-on’s.
Just as Sara told me she had to pee the woman got up and started walking up into the trees. Now the bathrooms which were outhouses were on the other side of the field about a ¼ mile from us. I told Sara to go ahead and I’d wait here, but if I wasn’t here when she got back to wait. I might go look at some of the booths that were on the fringe and were made up of a lot of kinds of Art work. As soon as she left I got up and headed into the woods in a round about way so I could approach the area she was headed without being seen by anyone below.
I always had my back pack with me that contained my mask, surgery gloves and masking tape as well as some pieces of rope. I circled around the top of the hill and started down in the general direction I thought she would be in. I put on my gloves and took two strips of masking tape and tape their ends to my belt. I could see her sitting on a log just below me taking a shit. I hid behind the nearest tree to her and waited for her to finish shitting. As she began wiping herself with some tissue’s she had I snuck up behind her and put one piece of tape over her mouth and then grabbed her around the throat and told her if she struggled I would cut her throat. I had her put her hands in the air and I pulled off her t-shirt but wasn’t surprised to see she had no bra on. I taped her arms to her side and then bent her over the far end of the log she had been shitting on dropping my pants as I shoved my cock into her pussy.
Her cunt took my cock as if it belonged there and I fucked her real hard for a long time. She tried to turn to see who I was but with my mask on she couldn’t see my face. I pulled out of her pussy and without any preperation I shoved my cock in her Ass and fucked her there. Her Ass had been fucked before and I slid in easily. For about thirty minutes I took turns fucking her Ass and her pussy finally driving deep inside her now totally wet hole and came. I took her over to a skinny tree and had her put her arms around it and I taped her hands so that she had enough room to not be totally against the tree and left going back up the hill removing my mask and gloves. I stopped at a booth and bought a cheap pair of ear rings before going back to where we had been sitting. Sara was waiting and was thrilled with the ear rings.
We wondered around listening to several bands when two squad cars showed up and four policemen got out and ran up the hill. They soon came down with the women and four boys. It turned out that the boys all about fourteen were hiking on the hill and found her bound to the tree and decided to take turns fucking her. From what I could hear each one had fucked her at least twice. Someone I guest saw what was going on and called the police on their cell phone. The woman was sitting with her legs wide open and her head down. I noticed the police and everyone else was having trouble not looking at her stretched out pussy. I watched a couple of women jerked their men away when they saw them looking at her pussy.
On the way home Sara kept talking about the woman and her dripping pussy. She said she got turned on looking at it and gave me a blow job on the way home. She has become real good at it. She stopped after sucking me a short time and asked me “Who have you been fucking.” Shit I thought I should have washed myself off. Only you sweet one, I guess I should have taken a shower before we left this morning. “I don’t remember ever smelling this strong,” She said. It’s hot out there, what do you expect I told her. That seemed to do the trick and she resumed sucking me. It took us an hour to get home and I didn’t cum until we were a block from the house. When we got home she said, “Mom won’t be home tonight so I want you to take a nice long shower after dinner because I’m going to fuck your brains out tonight. She dammed near did.
My next rape came about three weeks later. I was investigating a woman who had made a claim that she had severely hurt her neck when a large ice chest fell off a shelf and hit her in a major sporting chain store. She was suing for two million dollars plus punitive damages. Our company was paying for her doctor bills but when the original doctor who examined her and took x-rays said it didn’t seem to be that bad. The company asked me to investigate the case. When I interviewed her in her home she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Each time she would spread her legs just enough so that I got a good look at her hairy crotch and of course she didn’t have any undies on.
In the inter view I learned that she was divorced and living alone. She had a daughter age 18 away at college and was 42., not bad looking but a little skinny. I judged her to be about a 33b or maybe a “C” cup 5’6’ and about 105 lbs and was wearing a big neck brace.
I told her what a nice home she had and complimented her on how neat it was. “Would you like to see the rest of the house,” she said with a big smile on her face giving me another look at her hairy cunt. As we walked through the house and got to her bedroom that had a big four poster bed she asked me how long it would take to process her claim. I told her about six months. “Dam, that long? If you could find your way to hurry it along I could really show you my appreciation,” she said and gave me a sexy smile while glancing toward the bed. Now that was not a very subtle invitation I thought.
I followed her for two days but couldn’t tell if she was faking or not. Then one nigh I put on my dark clothes and snuck into her back yard. The curtains were drawn but you could see in through a split where the sliding glass doors were. She was in the middle of the floor exercising without the neck brace. I had brought along a camera so I took pictures as I watched her do jumping jacks, and was she limber, she got on her stomach and bent her back so that her feet came back over her head and settled on the floor by her ears. In so doing you could see a large camel toe between her legs as her tights were stretched to their limit. But when she sat on the floor and took her leg and put it by the side of her head with her foot behind her neck that was all I needed I took three pictures doing that.
Just as I started to leave she stood and turned off the lights and went into her bedroom. I tried the slider and I could see it was one of those old cheap locks. I took out a credit card and flipper the catch and it worked. I put the camera in my back pack and took out the gloves mask and tape. I wiped the tape clean of my prints and put the two strips, a short and a long piece, and taped the ends to my left arm. Leabing the pack outside I put on the mask and gloves before slipping into the house. I softly walked down the dark hall. I could hear water running and peeked into her bedroom where I could see her in the shower through the glazzed glass.
I slipped over to the walk in closet and went in and waited. Several minutes later I heard the water turn off and she walked into the bedroom drying her head with a towel. The towel covered her head completely so I walked up behind her and quickly placed the tape over her mouth. I took my arm and placed it around her throat and told her in my low growly voice that if she struggled I would cut her face and throat. Seems women become terrified when they think their face will be disfigured. I told her to place her arms at her side and I taped them to her.
She smelled nice as I taped her. I threw her onto the bed and took a good look at her. I was right she was pretty skinny but her tits were nice even though they were sagging some but were stil firm enough. She was small boned with a nice firm Ass. Her eyes were like saucers but when I dropped my sweat pants and she saw the size of my hard on they go even bigger. She tried to kick me in the balls when I started to lay down beside her. I leaned over and began to tongue her nipples and suck them as she squirmed and tried to move away from me but I put my arm around her neck and prevented her from moving.
I continued kissing licking and sucking her nipples. I slid my hand between her tightly held legs and pushed my fingers into the top portion of her hole. I began to gently rub her clit area and it took a little while before I felt her legs relax some. When she did that I was better able to take my forefinger and circle her tiny nub. I wanted to see if I could get her to want me to fuck her. As I lightly circled and rubbed her clit I could feel her pussy begin to moisten. She parted her legs a little more so I began truning my finger up and down her slit ever so gently just inside her vulva all the while I continued sucking on her nipples.
I could see her breathing was beginning to go faster and she was lying very still. I looked into her eyes and she quickley closed hers very tight. I’m sure she didn’t want me to see that I was getting to her. She tensed up again but soon she relaxed was beginning to move her pussy to let my fingers enter her vagina. I teased her a little longer and then slid two fingers inside her, slowly finger fucking her. I slid down between her legs and took my tongue and started circling her clit like I had with my finger. I heard her suck in her breath. I found her little bubble at the top front portion of her vagina and began to rub her “G” spot as My tongue slid into her pussy very slowly and deep as I could and began to tongue fuck her.
She was now breathing very rabidly and she gave a little moan every time my tongue came out and over her clit area. I new she was close to cumming because she kept shoving her pussy up into my face over and over. When I began to suck her clit she raised her Ass and moaned through her tape Ahhhhhhhhhh. As I continued to suck her clit and rub her “G” spot. She began to violently shove her pussy into my face just before she flung her legs around my head and reared her Ass while squeezing my head with her legs and came. Boy did she cum, she shot a load of water into my mouth and chest causing me to choke. I swallowed some but most of it went on the bed. At the same time she let out an AHHHHHGG, that if the tape hadn’t been on her mouth you would have heard it all over the neighborhood BEFORE collapsing.
While she lay there I spread her legs wide and took my cock and placed it at the entrance of her opening and shoving it in about three inches. She had a small pussy and for a 42 year old was really tight. I didn’t think it had been fucked very much. I lifted her Ass a little and shoved my cock deep inside her hot well lubricated cunt and began to fuck her. It took about a minute before she began throwing her pussy hard into me on my down stroke. She wasn’t very deep and I kept hitting the bottom of her vagina and cervix. I was really enjoying her pussy and was driving my cock fast and deep into her hot hole.
I felt that old familiar feeling as my cock got a little larger. I slowed to prolong my fucking but when I knew I was going to blow I lifted her Ass up high and drove my cock deep and exploded into her cervix. I heard her screaming and it sounded like a muffled nooo, please nooo but it was too late I filled her cervix and pussy full of my warm sperm. I rolled off her and when I looked at her she was rolling her head hard from side to side and she had a wild eyed look.
I smiled at her under my mask as she kept shoving her head from side to side with her eyes still very wide. I went over and took my knife out and sat on her chest. I placed the point next to her neck and pulled the tape off. Using my practiced low growl I asked her what was the matter. “OH god I didn’t want you to cum in me I’m right at the prime time of my cycle and could get pregnant. I don’t have a man so I’m not on the pill. I placed the tape back over her mouth and told her that was not any of my concern.
I rested for awhile and then took the knife and placed it at her throat as I sat back on her chest. I took the tape off and put my cock tip to her lips and at the same time I let the point o the knife nick her neck. She opened her mouth and I shoved my cock in. She had a very small mouth and could just barely get her mouth around my cock. She wasn’t bad, what she lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm. I knew there was no use in trying to jam my cock into her throat so I just let her suck.
When I was good and hard I turned her over and pulled her Ass cheeks apart. I inserted two fingers into her wet pussy and then tried to put them into her Ass. Her Ass was too tight. She was tighter than my sister the first time. I went into the bathroom and found some KY Jelly that looked like it hadn’t been opened in years. I took a goodly amount of it and applied it into her Asshole. I worked her sphincter muscle for quite a while before I could get two fingers in.
I finger fucked her Ass until it could take both fingers clear up to the third knuckle before shoving my cock deep inside her Ass. I fucked her Ass hard for awhile and then I pulled out of her and lifted her up, I was wrong I don’t think she weighed a hundred lbs. I sat on the bed and I turned her so she faced me eased her Ass back down on my cock. I laid back and looked at her. There were tears in her eyes but she began to move her Ass up and down my shaft. I steadied her because of her arms being taped to her side as she moved herself up and down. Her Ass was so tight and I could really feel the inside of her Ass wall as it slid up and down my cock. It took her about twenty minutes before I blew my nuts deep into her Ass tunnel. We slept for a couple of hours before I fucked her twice again and left. As I walked back to the car I thought wow she was a real good fuck.
The third one was almost a disaster. I jog almost every morning before going to work. I had noticed this women about in her early thirty’s would just be finishing her run as I started. This meant she had to have started just at sunup. She had one hell of a body with great muscle tone. I decided I wanted her. The park is very woodsy so as I ran I looked for places that might be a good place to grab her. I found two places where the path narrowed between two trees. I liked the second one best because it was deeper into the park and there was large bush behind one of the trees and when I walked behind it I could see it was hard to see the path. Even though I had never seen anyone else on the path that early except her I didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances. I didn’t run for a couple of days but sat in my car and timed her movements. She came every morning Monday through Friday just before sunup and did some exercises and then started her run.
She would return in forty five minutes give or take a minute. I returned to running like I always did so not to let her notice a change. I also noted that she did not run on the week ends or on rainy days. So this particular day I got up at five am and drove to the park. I parked so that you couldn’t see the car from the path. I walked to the spot I chose and took out my mask gloves and tape and put them on. I put the strips of tape on the tree I would be hiding behind and waited behind the big bush and. let her run on by because I decided I would do it on her way back when she would be a little winded.
I got behind the tree and as she jogged by I reached out and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to me. I tried to spin her around and grab her around the neck like I usually did but she was quick and stronger than I anticipated. She caught me by surprise as she tried to knee me in the balls. Luckily she hit my upper leg. She grabbed at my masked so I hit her hard on the chin and knocked her out. I dragged her behind the bush and took her running clothes bra and panties off. I taped her hands to her side and got between her legs and began to fuck her. She came to as I was fucking her. I fucked her hard and deep and shot a deep load into her pussy. When I got up she tried to kick me so I flipped her onto her stomach. I laid on top of her with my cock between her legs. It took about fifteen minutes before I started to get hard again. I shoved my cock into her pussy and fucked her for a short time before I removed it and jammed it into her Ass. I had intended to be gentle with her but the scare she gave me when she tried to kick me made me angry. I fucked her Ass hard and it took me about twenty minutes before I came again. Surprisingly I was still hard so I jammed my cock back into her pussy and fucked her until it began to soften.
I took a piece of rope I had brought and tied her ankles. I drug her until she was in a position to be seen from the path if someone came along. I picked up my back pack putting the gloves in and I ran a little ways before I took the mask off and ran back to the car. I took off my black sweats and put them in the pack and placed the pack into my trunk. I put on my jogging shorts and just as I started to drive away I thought wait a minute. She is used to seeing me hear every morning. It would be pretty suspicious if I suddenly didn’t show. I drove quickly to my house, threw the pack in the garage and hurried back to the park. I was about twenty minutes past my usual time for being here.
I sprinted down the path until I new I was close I stopped to get my breath and then I began to jog like I usually did along the path when I got to the area where I could see she had rolled herself close to the path I stopped and pretended to look around as if I thought someone might still be around. She was trying to holler at me through the tape. I couldn’t help but admire her gorgeous body as I took the tape off her mouth. I got another good look and her nice hairless pussy as I untied the rope. I thought I sure would have liked to have eaten some of that. I stood her up and unwound the tape holding her arms.
She pulled me close and was sobbing. I could feel her tits against my chest and I started to get hard. She pushed herself away and went behind the bush and put her clothes on. As she was putting her shoes on she finally spoke between sobs. Some son of a bitch raped me. Did you see anyone when you came? Well I did see and older car going the other way as I came to the park but couldn’t see who was inside. I wasn’t paying any attention to it. I asked her where she lived and she said just a block from hear so I drove her home. I gave her my name, address and phone number of the office and left.
About eleven o’clock I got a call from the police and was told an officer was on his way to talk to me about the incident that morning. When he got there I told him what I knew and then ask the officer, you know in the excitement I didn’t even ask her name, would you have it? He told me that if the women wanted me to know she would be the one to tell me.
This incident happened about three weeks after the previous one I metioned above and I was still investigating the women claiming neck and back injuries. I had not wanted to expose those pictures I took so close to my raping her. So two days after the park rape and on the same day as I had seen her exercising before I went to her house at about the same time as before. Like most creatures of habit there she was exercising. The curtains were only drawn about ¾’s. I noticed there was a new latch on the slider. I was glad she had on the same sweats so I waited until she was almost through when I knocked on the glass and when she looked up I gave her a thumb’s up and pointed to my camera and mouthed thank you.
When she came in to settle her claim with her attorney she glared at me but I just smiled at her. As she left she leaned over and whispered, “You missed a good opportunity you son of a bitch.” I just smiled and thought no I didn’t sweet heart. I ran into her about six months later in a grocery store and could see she was pregnant. I said hello, and looked at her belly. She just lifted up her nose and walked off.
Seeing her like that reminded me of my son and daughter so I went to the restaurant where I first saw Marian if maybe she and her mother Lettie might be there. I got lucky they were with the kids except there were now three. Based on the time element it looked like she was right when she said she hoped she was pregnant again. The boy looked to be a little over a year and was just like the other two. I was glad I brought my sister along because I didn’t want to raise any suspicions. I smiled at Marion and said, I see you have added another since I was last here, your husband must be very proud. She looked at me kind of funny and hesitated before she said, “Yes, I think he is.”
A week later I went by there house late, I knew it was the older kid’s birthday in a day or so and left a large doll and a truck on the rear porch. I lifted up the mat and the key was still there. Maybe I thought, I don’t know why but I always felt at home and at peace when I was here.
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For years I’ve wanted to surf just wearing speedos but nobody does it. On Monday, with a little bit of peer pressure I decided to just do it. Marc, one of my members decided to join me and as he paddled out in his red speedo I knew it was going to be a fun day.
My sister taught me all about sex.
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In ancient Arabia, intrigue and betrayal in a tribe ruled by women leads to a severe, but very erotic, punishment.
This is a story of a widower rediscovering young love overseas. It is not pure, graphic sex continuously. Some chapters do not even contain any sexual matter. But it does build to a strong finish that should satisfy the reader. This is my first written story of this type, so constructive feedback is appreciated.
This is a fictional story.
My sister, sally, is one year younger than me. I’m nineteen, I stand five foot eleven and am 170lbs. I am in good shape as I play several sports and am an avid cyclist. Sally stands five two and is about 110lbs. She is as athletic as I am.
Two years ago I accidently walked into the bathroom while Sally was stepping out of the shower. We were both surprised and embarrassed. That incident was dealt with exactly for what it was, an accident. Later that morning I masturbated in the shower thinking of my sister. It was the first time I had thought of Sally in a sexual way.
Back to present day. Sally and I had to attend the funeral of an uncle that we had met no more that three times. We went and did our family obligation and got out of there. We had a long drive home and it looked like a storm was brewing. Sure enough, a half hour into our drive I was white knuckled driving in blizzard. I could barely see ten feet in front of the car, Sally was visibly nervous but we could not decide what to do. We didn’t want to pull over and sit there but we knew that driving in those conditions was very dangerous.
Our minds were made up for us when we came upon a road block. The police had closed the highway. Our only option was to get off the highway and into a small town. We were told by the police where the closest motel was and he informed us it would be a minimum of twelve hours before the highway reopened.
On the way to the motel we passed a strip mall. Sally went into the store for some food and drinks and I went into the liquor store. When we got to the motel the only rooms left were rooms with one double bed. Not a big deal and really we had no options.
We got into the room and gave it the once over. It was pretty standard but Sally; always the optimist said “hey it has a nice big tub.”
“Care for a gin and tonic” I asked.
“Stupid question after that drive” was the reply.
We sat around and had a couple of drinks, trying to relax. We talked and watched TV and looked out the window which looked like someone had put a white curtain over it.
After a little while I really wanted to get out of my suit. I wear a suit only for funerals and weddings so was quite uncomfortable.
I asked Sally “hey would you mind if I got out of this monkey suit.”
She said “only if you don’t mind me getting out of this stupid dress.”
I took my shirt and pants off leaving me with an undershirt and boxers on.
Sally asked “hey would you mind if I wore your shirt, I’m wearing a thong and would like to have a little more coverage.”
“Of course not” I said as I tossed her my shirt.
Sally went into the bathroom and got out of her dress and into my shirt. When she came out I just about died. Sally walked in, in bare feet, bare thighs and no bra under my shirt. She looked absolutely ravishing. With her petite feet, sculptured legs and beautiful full breasts all packaged in a sexy little swagger I had to pick my chin up off the floor.
“What are you looking at” she asked.
“Um um um nothing” was my lame reply.
Sally joined me at the small motel desk and asked me to make her another drink, which I did. We had set up our mini bar in the bathroom with the ice and our mix in the sink. I realised while putting her drink down that, from that vantage point I could look down my shirt and see her right tit. So full with a small areola set midway up her breast and a perky little nipple. I sat down as my cock went from manageable to a full hard on.
Sally said “I’m going to take a bath so if you need to use the washroom do it now.”
There was no way I could stand at that point so I declined.
Sally strolled around the room while waiting for her bath to fill with my roving eyes following. My throbbing cock was not going any where as long she was in my sight. Sally got into the tub and with heavy concentration on the TV my cock finally started to soften. Sally had been in the tub for about a half hour when I realised I had to piss like a race horse.
“Sally how much longer are you going to be” I asked through the door.
“I just got in, why?”
“I really have to pee and I mean now” I said.
“Well shit Ted I gave you a chance why didn’t you pee then”
“I didn’t need to pee when you asked but I have to go now, right now!”
I heard the shower curtain closing followed by an “OK you can come in now”
“Sorry but there is nothing I could do about it. When you have to go you have to go.” I told her.
I went to the toilet, pulled my cock out and started to urinate. I looked up and saw in the mirror that Sally had not pulled the curtain all the way closed and she was looking in the mirror watching me piss. I averted my eyes from the mirror and continued with the task at hand. I put the mouse back in the house and left the bathroom. As I left I felt that all too familiar feeling in my groin. With in seconds I had yet another full woody. Just thinking of Sally watching me pee was such a turn on.
Fifteen minutes later I heard Sally yell “Ted can you come and make me a fresh drink?”
I went to the bathroom and opened the door. The shower curtain was closed but not as much as it had been. As I entered a got a full eye of Sally’s tits, I turned my back to her and started to pour her a drink. My cock started to swell regardless of my protests. I turned to hand her the drink and got another eye full of tits.
Sally’s eyes were squarely on my crotch and mine were squarely on her breasts.
“Well look at you! Are you going camping? You certainly are pitching a tent!” She said with a little giggle.
I didn’t say anything; I just put her drink down and walked out, turning several shades of red.
I was so embarrassed I hoped she would spend the whole night in the tub. Luck was not with me. Fifteen minutes later Sally came out of the bathroom dressed once again in my shirt. This time she had obviously left a couple extra buttons undone.
“Hey I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what I was thinking.” I stammered.
“It’s OK, I kind of liked it, that it happened. It means you find me attractive and every girl likes to feel like that.”
“Ya but you’re my sister. A brother should not get like that.”
She looked at me, smiled and said “you’re a man first and like I said I find it flattering. If the truth be told I’m sorry you left so fast. I would have liked to get a better look. I’m glad you had to pee so badly, that time I got a nice long look.”
“I don’t know if I like where this conversation is going. It is not right. You should not want to see me hard and I should not get hard when I am around you.” I weakly said.
Sally bent slightly to grab my empty glass giving me a great look at her cleavage. She turned and went to the bathroom to refill our drinks. Although my mind was swimming with different emotions I could feel my penis coming to life yet again.
Sally came back with our drinks and said “OK, right or wrong you like to look at my boobs and I’m glad I got to see your cock when you peed. I liked seeing you hard in your underwear. Since I saw your hard cock I can’t get it out of my mind. My pussy is soaking wet and you are getting hard again. We are in a no tell motel with a raging snow storm outside. We are stuck here for at least a day. I know I need a release and if you don’t get some relief you could be irreparably damaged and I could not live with myself knowing I was the cause.”
With that said Sally unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I stared at her slack jawed as I took in her beauty. She took a step toward me and took my undershirt off. She placed her hands on my shoulders and ran them down over my pecs and continuing down and over my wash board stomach.
At that point all sensibility left me. I stood and took her head in my hands and gave her a very un brotherly first kiss. Sally grabbed my hips and pulled me up against her. Her tits hit my chest and my rock hard cock was against her hard belly. We kissed each other for some time before I pulled away. I held Sally at arms length and looked into her in her jade coloured eyes and said “are we really going to do this.”
“Either that or I am going to kill you” she cooed.
I pulled her close and reengaged her with a kiss. My hand went to her breast and it was titillating (no pun intended). It felt like my hand was on fire. Sally was moaning through our kiss and her hand shot under my shorts and griped my swollen hot cock. My hand moved from one of her tits to her thong covered ass.
Sally broke the kiss, looked me in eye, said nothing and dropped to her knees. She looked up at me and ripped my underwear down. My cock (which is average, just over six inches) sprang forward. She looked at my manhood and said “holy shit, you are totally manscaped and you shave your balls?” at that she leaned forward and took one of my nuts into her mouth. Heaven. She licked up my shaft and over the underside of my cock head. She took the head of my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around my overly sensitive ridge. My cock looked so good in my sisters mouth I could not believe it. Sally looked up at me and drove her head down onto my cock to engulf it to my balls. That was it, I just came and came, shooting load after load deep into her throat. I though I was going to pass out.
I sat on the bed and Sally came over and started to kiss me. I pulled her down onto the bed and said to her “that was fucking incredible!”
I rolled Sally onto her back and pulled off her thong. Her pussy was shaved with puffy lips and glistening with wetness. I leaned over her and kissed her moving from her lips to her neck and throat, down to her tits and continuing south. I stood and grabbed Sally’s hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. I got down on my knees and put her legs over my shoulders. I moved toward her cunt, spread her pussy lips and went right for her fun bud. I started to flick my tongue over her clit and within seconds she was shuttering. Sally pushed my head off her pussy and brought her head up, she smiled and then took my head and pulled it right back into her sweetness. A couple of shutters later she said “OK no more.”
I slowly moved my way up her body, kissing and licking giving a little extra attention to her beautiful firm tits. Once again we were kissing and Sally was licking her juices off my face. Sally pulled my face from hers and said “you know when I said no more I meant not right now.”
I smiled.
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He expected to surprise his wife. It did not go quite as planned
What do you get when you put 50 lesbians and 50 politicians in a room together?
Ans: 100 people who don’t do dick.
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This is the second chapter in my on-going series ‘A Family Man’. I welcome any comments and criticisms, good or bad.
After defeating The Ruined Ice Princess dragon, Sasha, Winter and Gerald finally head back to the inn, have celebratory sex and head to find Winter’s Master and more
A young boy betrays his friend and fucks her mom
