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A woman’s fantasy comes true.

Vanessa has made a promesse to a dear friend who enabled her to realise her favorite fantasy, to render this same service to another woman who would perpetuate the idea.
Vanessa meets Chloé and convinces her to accept her help to realise her personal secret fantasy.

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Becoming Daddy’s Girl part 1

This is part 1 of Maria’s journey to reconnect with her father. This is the first story I’ve written in a long time. I would appreciate any feedback, both positive and negative.

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The Valedictorian Part Three

Part Three
I woke up with a headache. Confusion rained supreme. I hadn’t been that drunk, but at least for a minute I let myself believe I let what happened happen because I was drunk. But that soon passed. I knew what I had done. I was angry. I was happy, giddy almost. I thought of John, then David. What had I done. Didn’t I cross a line. Didn’t I break the rules that every good person in this world knew was an essential rule. I dove back into my pillow and tried to get it out of my mind, but it was impossible. One cannot escape ones mind.
But what had changed? Had the sun not come up? Was there a protest on the doorstep protesting the natural order of the world? The answer was clearly no, and it was that answer in my head that made me feel better. Who would ever know? No one, David wouldn’t tell a soul. People would think he was just as bad or worse. Of course. He would be the whore and taking advantage of his drunk virgin sister, but what would I do about David? There would be awkwardness. Words would have to be spoken. I mean I couldn’t avoid him all week. If I could he would go back to school, and I could just not talk to him. Holidays sure, but that is always awkward. Time would help.
“Hey sis. I got breakfast. Wake the fuck up.” Was god cursing me? I didn’t say anything. “You alive in there?”
I sat still. I thought hard. Should it just treat it as if nothing happened? How in the world could I do that? Would he be able to see through that? Its what I have to do. He wont say anything. He wouldn’t.
“I’m good. Give me a sec.” I looked around. I couldn’t find any clothes. I panicked. I had to keep my cool. I found my suite case, still unpacked and grabbed the first shirt I could find. I found my sleeping shorts and put them on and then raced to the door. I unlocked it and walked into the living room. The cold air hit me immediately. I had forgotten a bra.
Why in the world did I forget my bra. I always wear a bra around people. Shit, and its cold. Its only a matter of time. Shit.
“You want some grits?” He didn’t say anything sexual. Nothing at all. Or maybe… could grits be sexual?
“Sure.” I hated grits. They were bland with no flavor. I was a cereal girl. Liked the sugar in the morning.
He made me a bowl and we ate in silence. I choked it down and all I could think about was the irony of nearly throwing up on grits and finally sucking and liking it.
“So I’m going to shower and head down to the beach. Your welcome to join me or we can just join up later and hang out. I think The guys next door are having another party.” He didn’t say a thing. I watched him as he left the room and walked into his bedroom. Either he was intentionally avoiding the issue or he was just being mean and torturing me.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have any plans and last night had kinda set the bar high. I decided the follow Davids lead and also because I wanted to hide out in my room until he was long gone. One behind the safe door, I walked into the bathroom, peed, and then turned on the water. I took off my shirt, now noticing it was inside out, and stepped into the water. I just stood under the water and let the water run off me. Then I heard the door open.
“David… really get the fuck out.”
Nothing. No noise. Then I heard a someone moving.
“David… Really this is not cool. Get the fuck out.” Then I heard the door shut. Relief. Seconds passed. Then the shower curtain moved.
“Davi…” then I looked around. It was John. He was naked. He smiled at me and looked down at my body.
“Sorry. Only cold water at my place. Thought I would steel some hot over here.”
“I thought you were my brother.”
“He just come waltzing into the shower with you?” He laughed. He moved closer to me.
“So you just come into women’s showers that you just met?” He took a step back. I could tell what I had said was processing in his mind. Was he scared? I laughed. I reached out and took him by his soft dick and pulled him closer. I got on my tip toes and kissed him with his dick still in my hand.
“I take it that you like strange men to come find you in the shower.”
“Only you.” I kissed him again. When I did he reached his arms inside mine and forced my hard away from his cock. He pulled me close, looked down at me and smiled.
“Well I just had to be close to something this beautiful.”
He lifted his arms and put them around me once again, this time around my arms and when he pulled me close I was firm against his hard chest. He was hairless and his skin felt good against my cheek. The water was only hitting my butt at this point and I was getting a wave of cold air from the still parted curtain. I pushed him away.
“Leave me alone I need to wash.” I smiled facing away from him. I began to think how amazing it was that I had this man in the shower with me and how strange it was that two days ago I would have freaked if I knew this was going to happen. I wouldn’t have believed it.
“Let me help.” I felt him lean against my back and reach over my shoulder and grab the bar of soap from the ledge. He took it and reached over my other shoulder and took the wash cloth from the shower caddy. He lathered it up and went straight for my tits. He didn’t wash them as much as just lifted them with the cloth and let them fall. He paused on my nipples and moved the cloth down as his other hand, wrapping around me, decided to lift and let the other fall. He reached around my right boob and grabbed the left and pulled me to him. I could finally feel his size pressing into my back. I was no pressed almost under the stream of water as it fell without much force. He forced my head to the side as he kissed my neck. It loosened my muscles and I was forced to concentrate on not falling forward into the shower wall. It was heaven to feel the water and his lips against my skin. He ran his left hand up my side with the washcloth and pushed my breast up and to the right. When he did I moved to the side and he dropped it. It smacked the drain and he simply put his hand back on my side.
I bent over to get the washcloth and looked back at him. The vantage point was kind of amazing. I felt totally at his mercy. He looked at me with no aggression. His hands simply rested against my ass. I pushed back against him hard and kinda pushed at his thigh. He retracted and laughed. When he did I reached and grabbed the washcloth and he moved back against me. He was trying to push me forward to pay me back, but the angle being what it was, whether it was his plan or not I do not know, but his dick pushed hard against my opening and half his length entered me. I shot forward with the feeling. My shoulder hit the shower wall and I dropped the washcloth immediately. I brought my hands up and pushed against the wall to force myself back up. I stood upright and looked at him.
“Im sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” My pussy was on fire. I felt his absence from me. It was a strange feeling. “I really didn’t mean to do…”
I bent over again and pushed back against him. He looked at me in the eyes as if to question me and grabbed my hips. I felt the head of his dick against my opening for a quick second, and then he pushed in. I gasped. I felt myself spread and I couldn’t catch my breath. I don’t know how much dick was inside me, but I leaned forward with the pressure and my head rested against the wall. With me as far forward as I could go, his pressing forward brought his body closer to mine and his dick further in me. I lost feeling of his head but the pressure was intense. I felt the parting inside me. When his pelvis finally reached my ass, I lost all since of his length, but the upward pressure was intense. The sexual heat that spread through my body earlier was almost all gone. I could feel him inside me but the lack of feeling shocked me. He paused once all the way in me and lifted me with his hands pulling up on my boobs. As I lifted up right I felt him slightly withdraw from me. He kissed me when I was totally up right. It was difficult, but his tongue reached mine.
Then he pushed me forward and I felt the full force of his dick as he pushed into me hard. The lack of heat was immediately surrendered. When his pelvis struck mine a wave of pleasure went through me, and he didn’t stop. He started fucking harder, and the water started getting colder. I reached for the controls but with his force it was difficult. When I finally pulled down on the controls, the sound of him hitting against my ass as he entered me all the way was loud.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I couldn’t think straight. Every time I tried to have a thought he slapped against my ass and the wave of feeling cleared my mind. He began fucking me harder. For the first time in my life I got excited about being a woman. I thought about this as a forerunner to what I could enjoy as a woman my entire life. The force quickened. The heat increased and his gribbed grew harder. I lost feeling of his dick but the pressure and the force was intense. I braced myself agasint the wall and began to push back against him as he pushed against me. The sounds became louder.
I began to let go. I could hear myself moaning, the pressure rising inside me. My skin was on fire. His touch was more intense than ever and then he tapped my ass. He pulled away from me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I reached back to try and pull him back into me, but I couldn’t reach him.
Frustrated I said, “Get your dick back inside me.”
He resisted and I pushed back against him. He stopped.
“Im going to cum.”
“Then cum inside me.”
He didn’t argue. He slammed back into me and after two or three hard thrusts he yelled. I could tell he was cumming. I couldn’t feel him shooting but I imagined what he had been like when he came in my mouth, how much David had cum. I felt the wetness increase and the friction that had produced so much heat eased. A different pressure built, but he kept pounding in me. As he slowed, his size came back to my consciousness. He stopped completely and pulled me up and began kissing my back and shoulders. We paused for a min and his semi hard dick slipped from me causing me to release air that sounded like a fart more than anything else. When I did I felt a thickness ooze from me.

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Weekend at the Lake

I had just finished my last final of my junior year of high school. I couldn’t wait for summer to just relax and take it easy. As I was walking to my car, my buddy Mark asked if I had any plans for the coming weekend. I told him I was free; he insisted that I come down to his lake house with his family for the weekend to kick off the summer. Mark was loaded rich and had a mansion on the lake with plenty of things to do. I immediately agreed.
The weekend came and I rode down to the lake with Mark and his family. We got there and hopped on his family’s big pontoon boat. We spent the whole day on the water tubing and swimming. Mark was a running back on the football team, so his body was chiseled and very muscular. I couldn’t help but notice. He was a pretty tall guy with wavy brown hair, and a naturally dark complexion. I was in pretty good shape myself, as I was on the track team. I was skinny and fit, but not ripped like Mark was.
The day flew by and we all made our way back to shore. We ate dinner and played cards for the next few hours with Mark and his younger siblings. I think Mark could tell I was getting a little bored with hanging out with his family so much. It was already around midnight when Mark’s family said they were heading to bed. Being that Mark was so rich, his family owned the cabin next door too. His parents gave us the keys and told us that we could sleep over there; that way we could each have our own room and bed.
Mark and I said goodnight to his family and headed next door. Mark’s family had the philosophy that lake houses don’t need TV’s, so this cabin didn’t have one either.
“I’m sorry man. I can tell you’re bored”, Mark said.
“No I’m fine, it’s no big deal”, I replied back.
“Well, I have an idea of how to have a little more fun. Follow me,” he exclaimed.
I followed him around the corner to the bar area. He flipped a light on and before us sat a massive liquor cabinet stocked to capacity. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and gave me a look. I was hesitant at first; I really had never drank before and I was worried his parents would find out.
“Relax. Look at how many bottles there are here. My parents will never know,” Mark said.
With the bourbon bottle in his hand I followed him to the living room where I sat in the recliner and he sat on the couch. He cracked open the bottle and we each started taking drinks of it, passing it back and forth to one another.
“Okay. I think this is more of the lake trip I had in mind,” I joked. A good 20 minutes went by of us just sitting there taking pulls of this bourbon. We were both starting to feel pretty buzzed.
Mark and I had always been pretty open with each other. We stated our opinions of other people and talked freely. I started talked about a girl named Sara that I had briefly dated earlier in the school year.
“I really hope things will work out with Sara this summer. She’s been going out with that David kid recently though,” I said.
“Psh. I wouldn’t worry about David; the kid’s gotta tiny dick anyway,” Mark exclaimed.
I laughed. “And how do you know this?”, I questioned him jokingly.
“He plays football with me and I’ve seen him in the showers,” he replied.
By this time I was starting to feel a really good buzz, and now the image of Mark in the shower with the football team popped in my head. This made my curiosity rise.
“So are you guys pretty open with each other in the shower?”, I asked.
“Pretty much. Everyone sees everyone so we don’t really have a problem comparing and what not.”, Mark said back.
I could feel a bulge growing in my shorts. I awkwardly shifted to disguise it. At this point I think Mark picked up on what was going on.
The bourbon was getting to me, and not thinking, I asked, “So how do you compare to most guys, Mark?”
Mark chuckled and put down the bottle of bourbon. He reached for his pants, pulling them down and giving me a quick flash of his flaccid dick. He was well groomed. I could tell that he regularly trimmed his pubes.
At this point I had a raging hard on. My dick had grown fully erect.
“Alright. You’ve seen me. Now let me see you.,” Mark said.
With this I got very nervous. I hesitated and wasn’t sure what to do. After a few seconds I pulled my shorts down, exposing my 7 inch hard cock.
“Jesus. You’re harder than rock right now.”, Mark said. I smiled.
“Here’s how we do things on the football team. When one guy gets hard, we all get hard.” he said
At that Mark slowly stood up and began taking off his shirt. His toned six pack was flawless and had the sexiest happy trail going down to his pubes. Next he slid down his shorts to his ankles and stepped out of them. He instructed me to come sit on the couch next to him.
I worked my way over to the couch and sat next to him. Mark told me to get naked. At this point I wasn’t questioning him anymore, but going by whatever he said. I removed my clothes. My hard cock still erect, I sat down next to him.
“Just relax. You’re going to like what’s coming,” he said.
Mark began rubbing his thighs and ballsack, working his way to getting hard. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick as he began stroking it. I began rubbing my own dick. Seeing him begin to pleasure himself only turned me on more.
Seconds later Mark was fully hard, and God his cock was beautiful. Circumcised and a good 8 inches hard. We each worked our dicks, just sitting there jacking off right next to each other. I could see Mark’s other hand rub his asshole with a finger. We exchanged glances and both smirked, loving every minute of what was happening.
I had never done anything like this with a guy before. I figured if I had gone this far I might as well keep going. I leaned over and grabbed a hold of his dick and shoved it in my mouth.
Mark looked really surprised. “The football guys and I usually just jerk off in front of each other, but damn that feels good,” he said.
I smiled and knew he felt the same way I did. I began sucking his cock, taking all 8 inches of him deep in my throat. Mark tilted his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure, clawing my hair with his hand.
We switched positions and began 69ing each other. Mark was sucking my ballsack and jacking me off. I was in heaven. He licked up and down my shaft, and put his lips over the tip of my cock, playing with me. I let out a slight moan of satisfaction.
Next I felt Mark begin to play with my asshole. He started slowly easing his finger in, and in felt great. This went on for another minute. I took his dick out of my mouth, leaned up and kissed him.
“Fuck me,” I whispered. Mark nodded in agreement.
I got down on my knees. He got behind me, rubbing his dick up and down my ass, teasing me with excitement. He began pushing his dick in my asshole slowly. I let out a moan of thrill as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me.
Mark began pumping his cock faster and faster. He grabbed my dick and jacked me off. He slapped my ass and grinded harder.
“Don’t stop,” I told him.
Mark was fucking me harder and harder, and I knew what was coming next. He pulled out and let out a yell, blowing his massive load of cum on my back. I could feel his warm load run down my asshole. He laid there for a moment, and his breathing calmed down.
Mark sat me back on the couch and began going to work on my throbbing cock. He was sucking me all the way. My dick was hard as ever, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I was panting as I shoved his head down deeper on cock. My dick tightented up and I tilted my head back as I shot my load deep in his throat. He continued sucking me, swallowing every last drop of my hot jizz. He rubbed my thighs and came back to sit on the couch with me.
We both looked at each other, our dicks still raging hard, and smiled. The rest of the weekend only got better.

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Cumming of Age – 1. Blowing off steam

This is only the first chapter of my first story, there will be more chapters coming with more sex, but naturally I had to set the scene and introduce the characters in this one. I have proof read but I am sure I’ve missed something and for that I apologise. Other than that enjoy 🙂

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Ghostly: The first

Hide and seek Champion
I always had the ability I guess. I just never really noticed it. When I was younger I would hide in the worst hiding spot ever, and I would never get found. When my parents were angry with me, one of my sisters or my brother, I would hide in my closet. They would look for me there, look right at me, and never see me. Once on the school playground in grade school I had been playing dodge ball, and none of the other kids could hit me. They swore I was popping around the field like a rabbit, here one minute and gone the next. Now I know, though because of my ability my schoolmates think I am a magician. I can become invisible. When I don’t want to be found, no one can see me. It has its perks certainly. But Im getting ahead of myself. Lets start at the magician thing.
So its a normal school day. A Thursday to be exact. The sun is out, there are some clouds out, and the grass is green. My school is built with white limestone blocks, two stories high and has six halls. Each hall is one long corridor with classrooms branching off and they are connected to the cafeteria by the main hall, which is just a big hallway that each corridor opens into. The gym is separate and the fields are as well. In English 2, I was giving a presentation, and everything is fine. Then, in a few seconds, everything goes to hell. See, the only thing I didnt say is that there is a group of kids (the hall monitors, though the principals don’t believe that) known as the masked marauders. They dress up in black robes and video, once a week, one victim being utterly humiliated in front of their class, which humiliates them around school. So im talking, thinking I might make it through the presentation when the marauders bust in. Long story short, they humiliated me thoroughly. I wont say what because then those classmates of mine who know me might actually recognize me, and then everything goes south. But heres the catch. Somehow, when its all over, they haven’t turned on the video camera. So right as the head guy is yelling at the camera guy to turn on the fucking camera, I disappear. Im gone, out the door and running. I head straight home. Then I get a phone call from my best friend Stacy.
“HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? The whole school heard how you disappeared! You never told me you could do MAGIC!” A word about Stacy. No her mom is not hot. Well, not hotter than Stacy. Stacy is five foot six, brunette and somewhat emo. Purple and black are her favorite colors; she wears long sleeve shirts in ninety-degree weather and she hates rainbows. She is, however, smokin hot. At least 32C breasts, slim figure and yet still curvy. The hourglass shape is truly hers, and her hips and ass sway back and forth like a dancing angel, though Stacy is still hotter than the angel. At some point we talked and became friends. Not im not emo. Im around six foot even, black hair and blue eyes. I don’t really have any belly fat, and im proud to say my dick is seven and a half inches long. Im stronger than average, though not a bodybuilder, im certainly faster than most though not track. I have a decent singing voice though im not in choir. Basically, im the jack-of-all-trades, the five card in the deck. No one really knows a lot about me, though they think they do now. Instantly I hang up the phone. I cant exactly talk to Stacy over the phone about this. So I do the dumb thing. I try and turn invisible again. When I finally found the secret I headed over to her house. Sounds like a bad idea right? Yeah, I thought so too at the time.
When I got there, Stacy answered the door, gasping at and instantly slapping me. Apparently she was mad.
“You hang up on me after all of this, and then you show up at my HOUSE? What the hell?” another note about Stacy. She is a bit hysterical about everything. Although she is the most honest, kindest, best secret keeping person alive that I know. I didn’t really mind the slap to be honest. “Listen Stacy, I couldn’t talk about it over the phone with my little sister there. She was sick today. I cant exactly talk out here either, so could we… you know?” often I had snuck up to her room, though for innocent things like consolation. We had both needed a good friend over the years. She frowned, looked in and hen nodded.
“Alright, don’t scream or anything.” I turned invisible, Stacys gasp making me wince. Then I stepped in, narrowly sliding by her in the doorframe and brushing against her full body. In tight blue jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, Stacy was even hotter than normal. Brushing against her tits and crotch for more than a second gave me an instant erection. I swore at the time I saw a smile lightly lift the corners of her mouth. I made it into the house and she shut the door, heading straight into the kitchen. She spoke with her mom for a moment and then gestured for me to follow her upstairs, though the gesture was in a way only I could see. I followed her up, watching her ass sway back and forth and actually imagined for a moment reaching up and squeezing a cheek. Then I put my hand to my stinging cheek and thought better of it. Finally we made it to her room and shut the door, locking it behind us. Stacy lived pretty simple and her room was at emo at all. The polka dot bed sheets underneath a comical sun covered comforter. The pink and white painted desk and the hardwood dresser. She had her own bathroom attached, seeing as she was an only child. Her room had some secrets that I wont disclose here, but were extremely cool at the time. When she sat down on he bed I materialized. She chuckled to herself for a moment, probably at the fact that on command she had made a guy pop out of nowhere in her bedroom. I sat down on the bed, the impact of all of it hitting me like a freight train.
“So, how does it work?” Stacy could tell how phased I was, her gentle tone dripping kindness and curiosity. I knew she was just trying to be a good friend.
“I just think about hiding. I think… I don’t really understand. And no, I haven’t always known I could do it. It just kind of makes sense of all my memories.” I was seriously shell shocked, not really responsive or excited. Stacys voice faded out into the background. She waved her hand in front of my face. Nothing really did anything for me; I just sat there with a blank stare on my face. Then I felt her hands on my face, saw her looking into my eyes. I just wasnt there. Then she pulled my face to hers and planted her lips on mine. That certainly woke me up. I kissed her back, shifting so that the bend was easier. We kissed for several minutes, not really hard or tenderly, just lightly and uncertainly. Then we stopped and looked at each other.
“You werent… I just wanted you to talk to me…” Stacy started to defend herself as if I was being defensive. I silenced her with another kiss, this one more passionate. She didnt resist, accepting and kissing back. I pulled her closer, Stacy swinging her leg over my lap and sitting on me. She kissed me hard, pulling me close and pressing her chest and hips into my body as hard as she could. She moaned, her tongue probing into my mouth and her hands wrapping around my neck. Our passion increased in seconds, making us frantic with desire. We stripped each other in minutes, Stacy down to dark blue bra and panties. I stood, Stacy wrapping herself around me and moaning when she felt the bulge in my boxers press into her sex. I spun around and laid her on the bed, unhooking her lace bra and throwing it away from us. I didnt care about her breasts then, just about her. We continued our frantic kiss, stripping off my boxers and releasing my seven-inch dick from its confinement. When it pressed into Stacys pussy lips She gasped into our kiss and pulled me closer. I was truly in heaven. Then she pulled away from our kiss, her desire no less than it had been. She pulled her panties off, revealing her pussy lips to me. The forbidden fruit in front of me increased my desire for my extremely hot friend tenfold. I jumped on her and pulled her face to mine again, positioning my cock at her entrance. I pushed, not gently but cautiously, into her hot, tight cunt. She moaned into our kiss before falling away back onto the bed and gazing into my eyes like I was her prey. The desire, the hunger, it fed mine as I took her pussy for my own. Soon I was all the way inside of her, the tightness holding my cock inside of her like a goddamn bear bite. I pulled out and pushed back in, the knowledge that I was having sex with my best friend and, at the moment, the hottest girl in school. Stacy was kissing me again, breaking off every few minutes and just moaning and crying out quietly. The knowledge that her mom didn’t know I was here preset in both of our minds.
“Im gonna cum, Im gonna fucking cum all over you… oh fuck me Garrett, fuck meeeeeee…!” Stacy came with a serenade of moans and cries, bucking her hips even while impaled on my dick. Her body began to spasm and her cunt latched onto my cock even harder than she was already wrapped around it. The pressure from her orgasm made me grunt and spray my cum inside of her cunt, neither of us caring at the moment. The thought of birth control was totally forgotten by the two of us at the moment, the thought of anything other than sex totally beyond us. When we finished cumming, I slowly began to fuck her again, her cunt squelching every few thrusts. The combination of my cum and hers made her pussy so wet I was pounding in and out of her at speeds lightning would have been jealous of. She began to whimper, her clit being caught every time I slammed into her. Stacy grabbed her own tits and started to massage them, her nipples little peaks in the middle of well-tanned flesh. I grabbed her by the hips and began to slam into her even harder. Finally she cried out again, another orgasm bursting out of her womb and spraying my waist and thighs with her pussy juices. I didn’t cum at the same time but I came a few minutes later, pushed over the edge when Stacy grabbed my head and began to kiss me again, all while her other hand was still squeezing and tugging on her nipple. I moaned, cumming for the second time and ramming all the way into her so that my seed could make the trip. At that point I wanted to get her pregnant. It meant we would be together forever, and that was what I wanted. I was an invisible boy. I wanted someone who could see me. After wards the two of us cleaned up in her shower, which ended with me cumming in her cunt once more before we both dressed and I was forced to leave.
“ Hey Garrett!” Stacys call brought me back to her window, the grin on her face making me smile just as broadly at her. “Don’t worry. I understand if you screw other women… but I… well im not on birth control so im probably…” Stacy was happy, but she couldn’t get the words out. I climbed back up to her window, invisibly, and kissed her again.
“I had kind of hoped you weren’t. This way well have to be together forever. I don’t want anyone else, I just want you… Stacy Monroe I love you. Always have.” I said it with honesty and truth in my voice, so that she knew I really was sincere. She smiled even bigger, the aroma of cherry scented body wash washing over me.
“ I know that now. But I know youll want to use your power, and maybe youll get into a situation where sex is a choice… I just don’t want you to think that im the only girl youll ever fuck. I don’t want anyone else, but if you want, say, Marissa or Jacelyn, or even Cheyenne… you could, I wouldn’t be mad. I love you that much. Just make sure I get more of you then they do, ok?” Stacy looked at me like I was a criminal. I am the luckiest bastard who ever lived.
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Out of Order

There may have been a sign on the restroom door, but Chris paid it no mind. He felt as if he might lose control over his bladder if he didn’t find a toilet immediately. Although nearly eleven years old, and well out of diapers, his bladder seemed a bit weak at times, and he was desperate to avoid an accident. As he stood in front of the last urinal (he always chose the one furthest from the door, back then), fumbling with the button on his blue denim shorts, he heard the door open, then close, then the snap of the lock.
“No big deal,” Chris thought. He understood the need some people have for privacy. “I’d have locked it myself if I wasn’t about to burst.” Later, when he was finally able to use public restrooms again, he would never forget the lock, never. He heard footsteps, hard-soled shoes clacking across the room on the tile floor, echoing in his direction. “Probably going to sit down in the stall behind me,” he thought. The footsteps stopped behind him.
“This toilet is out of order, can’t you read?” a voice boomed, a voice that was much deeper than any Chris had expected to hear in the boys’ room of an elementary school. Chris jumped a little, quite startled. He forgot all about the button on his shorts and froze like a statue with a warm wetness filling his underwear and running down his leg.
“Look what you did,” the voice boomed. “Now you’ve made a mess. You should learn to control yourself, filthy little….” His voice trailed off, and he seemed to be deep in thought. “I know,” he exclaimed, and grabbed Chris’ shorts, pulling them roughly down to the floor. “You can clean it up with those.”
Chris was so scared he could barely speak. His bladder was finally empty, about half of its contents soaking his clothes, the other half in a puddle spreading across the bathroom floor. He couldn’t keep a thought in his head, they all flew away before he could grab them, but he kept thinking he had heard that voice before. Whenever he tried to place it in his memory, a wave of fear would overtake him and he had to struggle to keep his knees from buckling.
“Are you going to clean up after yourself?” the voice asked, sounding almost amused. “You can’t just leave it there. Do you like being a messy little boy? Do you like peeing all over yourself?”
“N-no,” Chris answered.
“I think you do, and I’ll have to teach you to clean yourself up. Now, take off those messy shorts.”
Chris wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. He wanted to scream but his throat would produce no sound. Slowly, his muscles began to work, but instead of running, he was bending down, reaching for his wet shorts. A hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his soaked underwear.
“No, boy, these, too.”
Chris stammered, “Y-you can’t do this, I’m n-not…”
“Not what?” the voice boomed back. “You’re dirty, I watched you make that mess, now you’re going to clean it up.” The hand pulled down on the waistband, it stretched a few inches, then the underwear started sliding down to join the shorts on the floor, around Chris’ ankles. “Now you’ve got me dirty, too,” the voice said while the hand wiped itself on Chris’ shirt. “You’re in a lot of trouble, boy.” Chris stood as still as he could, he didn’t know what was happening but he didn’t want to make it any worse. He was all but paralyzed with fear, the world seemed to be moving in slow-motion, but his mind finally began to put a face with that booming voice: a squished-looking, moustached, round, and chubby visage that belonged to the school’s security guard.
“He’s supposed to keep us safe, right?” Chris thought. “What’s happening here?”
“You’re going to do as I say,” the voice warned. His breath seemed to be getting quicker and deeper. “If you don’t listen, you’ll be in detention for the rest of the year.”
Chris thought, “But the year’s only just started.” He still couldn’t move his legs, or his arms, but he thought he could turn his head. As he began to turn and look behind himself, another hand (not the dirty one) settled on top of his head and firmly held it facing forward.
“You don’t need to see, just listen, and do as I say,” The guard said. “It’ll be better if we just get this over with.” As he was talking, Chris could hear the sound of the zipper on the guards pants. “Put your hands on the urinal, and keep them there. Keep your feet planted.” Chris did as he was told, placing his hands on the cold porcelain. He heard the buckle on the guard’s belt hit the tile, and felt something stiff and warm against his backside.
“Are you gonna spank me?” Chris asked, his voice trembling.
“No, boy, I think you’re a little big for that. I’ve got a better idea.” The guard’s hands cradled Chris’ butt cheeks, rubbed them a little, then pushed them apart. “You’ll like this, all dirty boys do.” The guard then knelt down and began to lick Chris’ anus. “That should clean you up a little.” He spat into his palm and rubbed it on himself, stood up, and parted Chris’ cheeks again. “I can see your little dick getting hard. Told you you’d like it.” Chris realized with horror that what the guard said was true. His dick was stiffer than it had ever been, throbbing with each beat of his heart. The guard placed the tip of his penis, glistening with saliva, against Chris’ anus. “Just relax and take it like a big boy. You want to be a big boy, don’t you?” He put his hands on Chris’ hips, holding him steady, and pushed his penis into Chris’ anus.
“Aaahhooww,” Chris exclaimed.
“Just be quiet, you know you like it,” the guard said. He pushed his penis in as deep as it would go, then pulled it almost out. “Dirty. Little. Boy.” With each word he thrust his penis in, and Chris thought it would burst out of his belly if it got any deeper inside him. His own penis was still throbbing, and somehow the sensation of his butt being filled by this man’s dick excited him and terrified him at the same time. The guard kept thrusting, each thrust brought one word out of him. “Dirty. Little. Boy. Dirty. Little. Boy.” Suddelny, his pace quickened, and he was panting too hard to speak his mantra. He gave one mighty final thrust, burying his dick deep in Chris’ butt. Chris could feel it throbbing and pumping something hot inside him. Then, with his penis still inside Chris, he slid one hand off of Chris’ hip and caressed Chris’ penis. “You like it, you all like it,” He said breathlessly. He began rubbing up and down Chris’ little penis, lightly pushing his own into Chris’ butt. “And now I’m inside you forever. You belong to me.”
Chris felt dizzy, and his whole body was starting to tingle. Each time the guard pushed into him from behind, he became more dizzy. Each time the guard pulled him in front, he felt more tingly. The sensations became more intense until he felt his whole being trying to squeeze out of his penis. As it went, he felt something coming into him, a new self that relished the thought of the guard’s words.
“I belong to him.” Chris thought. The guard released Chris’ penis and pulled his own out of Chris’ butt. Chris kept his hands on the urinal. He had never let them leave, and he was proud of that. “I’m his now.” He felt very empty without the man inside him, but he didn’t dare speak.
“I guess you don’t cum yet, boy, which means you only have to clean one of us up,” the guard said. Turn around and face me, boy.” Chris did as he was told, turning slowly and keeping his eyes on the floor. His butt felt slippery, and he liked it. “Down on your knees, boy.” Chris knelt in front of the guard, his face inches from the guard’s still-hard dick. “Open your mouth.” Chris opened his mouth. “Keep your lips over your teeth.” He put his hand on the back of Chris’ head and pulled it toward him. Chris could smell his butt on the man, and something else. “Suck all that cum off there, boy.” Chris thought his penis might be getting hard again, but he kept his eyes shut and concentrated on the dick in his mouth. He didn’t want to make the guard unhappy by gagging or choking, and he wanted to taste every last drop of the man’s cum as it slid down his throat. “So you like this, too,” The guard said, noticing Chris’ penis. He pulled Chris’ head back, saying “You’ll be a good boy from now on, and do everything I say, won’t you?” Chris finally opened his eyes, and stared at the guard’s penis.
“Yes, sir,” he said to the penis. “I belong to you.”
“That’s good, boy.”
Chris began to feel very light-headed, his vision losing focus. He fell onto his side, his face splashing in the puddle he had made in another life. Some time later, Chris awoke with the feel of cold, wet tile on his cheek. His head was foggy, but he could see the bathroom, and the man fastening his belt in front of the sink. As Chris began to get his senses back he felt wetness all over him, and a throbbing in his backside. “I must have fallen,” he thought, but this was different from a playground bruise. “Why am I all wet?” he thought, but aloud he said “I guess I didn’t make it to the toilet in time.” He pushed himself up onto his elbows, and looked at the man.
“Looks like you passed out,” the man said. ”We’ll have to do this again some time, so you can learn to follow the rules. You look a little pale, you should go to the office and call your parents, I bet your mom can bring you a fresh pair of shorts so you don’t have to wear those smelly wet ones all day.” Then, an afterthought: “I’ll be watching you.”
“Th-thank you, sir,” Chris replied. He stumbled over to the sink, and began splashing water on his face. “What a nice guy,” he thought. “He’ll never tell anyone about my accident.”

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