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Pieces.

Young Lysander Shepard is officially waiting to die. When he isn’t the glorified chew toy of the self-proclaimed batarian king, he’s waiting to be used as the chew toy for the self-proclaimed batarian pirate king, trying not to think about the massacre of his family and all that he loved. HOWEVER! Light at the end of the tunnel!

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Adult Room Chapter 3

We looked at each other with sort of embarrassed grins. We had jacked off together before, but this was different. We agreed that the hand job was more fun than solo work.
We cleaned up and ordered a pizza. After the pizza arrived, we played the gay video. While we ate, we discussed some of the action. We put the pizza box in the trash and put our glasses in the dishwasher, then we went back to finish watching the video.
We agreed some of the blowjob scenes were pretty hot, but we weren’t too sure about the butt fucking. The blowjob action had given me a boner, so I took off my shorts and started to stroke my cock.
Mike moved over next to me and said, “Let me.” He sat beside me and began to stroke me. I stopped him long enough for him to take of his shorts. He sat back down, we held each others cock and we began the dual hand job while the video ran.
We were watching a particularly well photographed blowjob scene when Mike said, “I wonder what it feels like to suck a cock? Is there any taste?” I replied, “I don’t know. I wonder what it feels like to have your cock in someone’s mouth?”
Mike stopped the hand job and bent over my cock. I felt his warm breath on my cockhead as he slipped his mouth down over my cock. He sucked a minute, then looked up and said, “It’s tastes a little salty.” He resumed sucking. We had seen some 69 scenes, so I stopped Mike long so we could get arranged on our sides on the floor.
Mike resumed sucking my cock and I looked at his, inches from my face. I held it and brought it to my lips. I licked the pre-cum off his cockhead. It was slightly salty. I ran my tongue tip around his cockhead then slipped my lips over it. It felt good in my mouth. I thought, “Let Mikie try it. Look! He likes it! Markie likes it too!”
We finished our first blowjobs with another hand job. We agreed that both ways were neat ways of getting our nuts off. Having your cock sucked was more fun than beating your meat. Or having someone beat it for you.
Dad interrupted, “When did Julie get involved?”
Julie said, “Let me tell them.”
Part 5
“It was after my 18th birthday, when you and Mom told me I could set my own hours and could come and go pretty much as I pleased.”
I came home from a bad date. My boyfriend had been a real jerk. We had been having a good time at a party, but he started drinking shooters and finally passed out. I took a taxi home. I changed into a long t-shirt and went to bed. I was pretty upset and restless. About 1:00 a.m., I heard one of the guys come in, then I heard the other come in a few minutes later. I laid there for awhile. I still couldn’t sleep. I heard Mike and Mark talking quietly. I decided to go to their room and see if they would listen to me complain about my jerk boyfriend.
I pushed the door open and looked in. I couldn’t believe it. They were both naked. Mark was kneeling in front of Mike and he was sucking Mike’s cock. Mark had a hard-on which he was stroking as he sucked away. I started to close the door and back away when Mike said, “Come on in, Julie. It’s o.k.” Mark stopped sucking and took Mike’s cock out of his mouth as he said, “Want a taste? I’ll share.”
I said, “No, thanks. I’ll just watch,” as I sat on the edge of the bed. Mark said, “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you are missing.” And he resumed giving Mike the blowjob.
If was fascinating to watch Mark suck off Mike. He would lick Mike from balls to cockhead and back. Mike seemed to really like it when Mark would run the tip of his tongue all around the rim of his cockhead. Mark must have swallowed two-thirds of Mike’s cock when he would wrap his lips around Mike’s cockshaft and bob his head up and down. Mark stopped stroking his own cock and used his hand to hold and fondle Mike’s balls. I liked it when I saw Mark suck each of Mike’s nuts into his mouth. Mike must have liked it too, because he was standing there with his eyes closed and with a smile on his face.
I was tweaking a nipple with one hand and running my fingers up and down my pussy slit when I heard Mike say, “I’m going to cum.” I realized that I had been daydreaming. I’d never seen a man cum before. Mark pulled Mike’s cock out of his mouth and started jacking him off. Mike stood on his toes, arched his back and shot gobs of cum onto Mark’s chest. It was the sexiest, nastiest thing that I had ever seen.
Then Mark licked Mike’s cock clean and turned towards me. I was still fingering my pussy. Mark said, “Oh, poor little sister. All of this cock and she has to use a finger.” He crawled over to me. spread my legs and started to lick my pussy. I almost had an orgasm right then. His head was covered by my t-shirt so I pulled it off to see him eat me out. It was fantastic. He licked my slit from bottom to top and landed right on my aching clit with his lips.
Mark was sucking my clit and Mike began playing with my tits. He was sucking one nipple and pinching the other, when Mark slipped a couple of fingers into my cunt. As he nipped my clit, I started to cum. Mike planted his mouth over mine and filled my mouth with his tongue. It was good he did, because my first orgasm with my brothers was a real screamer.
Mike said, “Julie took a while to come down. I held her and caressed and stroked her face and belly. Mark was rubbing his cheeks on her pussy hair and occasionally licked her slit and kissing her pussy lips. Julie finally lay back on the bed and stretched into a spread eagle. She sat up and kissed me then she looked at Mark.”
Julie leaned forward and kissed Mark. “Am I tasting my pussy?”

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Master Class

Master Class’ is an epic tale of blossoming lust between a group of young girls. It begins with sweet Rachel losing control in her English class one day and the amazing consequences of her naughty actions.

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Cooking with Gas

I was a young 20 years old with big dreams and I just had moved out of my mother’s house and into my very first apartment. It wasn’t the greatest place but it was my place. It was an old converted hotel. They had knocked out a wall and made one room into a bedroom and turned the other room into a kitchen, living room and a dinning room. Needless to say there wasn’t much room left.
After moving my stuff in, I realized that I had no food in the joint. “Off to the store.” I thought to myself. And with that thought I went on my quest for food.
Once I got to the store I grabbed my cart and began to hunt. Well at least the modern day type of hunting a naïve kid does. I never realized how much crap goes into cooking until that time.
“You seem lost.” A sweet voice said to me. When I turned to respond, I was greeted by the most beautiful green eyes smiling at me. “Ah” was about the only thing I could say. “You have never shopped before have you?” She was pointing to my cart which only had a box of Captain Crunch and canned beans. “How could you tell?” I squeaked. I quickly coughed to try and look some what manly.
“My name is Elizabeth” extending her hand to shake my hand. “Will” I responded. I think she knew I felt a little awkward. I couldn’t help not being awkward! She was kind of tall for a lady, about 5’9” and maybe 145 pounds but I was never any good at guessing weight and she was in her early 30’s. I found out 34 later. Elizabeth also had emerald green eyes and fiery red hair which draped over her shoulders. She was wearing a very professional looking pinstripe dress and she had radiant white skin. Almost like a porcelain doll.
“Is this you first time shopping for food?” She said. “Is it the obvious?” She laughed softly “Yes” I must of turned red of embarrassment which she took as anger. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you mad.” “I’m not mad. Well at least not at you.” I lowered my head when I responded. “Where do you live?” She asked. “Down at the old hotel.” “Well would you like to learn how to cook a little bit more? Or do you and the Captain have it under control?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sure” I said “What are you? Some type of cook” she coolly smiled and said “Something like that”
After some small chat she gave me her phone number and directions to her house. She said her kitchen as a bit better than my place. First of all I found out she was the head chief of the best bistro in town and she taught at the local college. Her ‘house’ was more like a mansion and her kitchen was bigger than the slum hole that I lived in.
After a few months of lessons I was leaving the Capitan behind and creating my own dishes. “Can I ask you a question?” I said as I was washing some carrots. “Sure, be my guess” as she lifted her glass of wine to her red lips. “Why?” “Why what” She looked at me with a bit of a puzzle in her eyes. “Why are you teaching me how to cook? And allowing me into you house? Not to sound ungrateful but you didn’t even know me when this all started! I could have been one of those crazy people that would have killed you and turned you into a pie or something like that!”
She giggled a bit and said “Because I thought you were cute and besides crazy people don’t eat Captain Crunch” “They might!” I said with a smile “Ok then crazy man, how would you turn me into a pie?” “Ma’am you would be too good to be a simple pie” I answered with a bit of flirtation. “Oh really?” She seemed a little flattered “Really” I felt my face turn flush. “So how are the carrots coming along?” Elizabeth asked. I think she realized I had become a little embarrassed with the flirting.
Time had passed and summer was coming in. That only meant one thing, fresh fruit and good wine. “What are we learning today?” I asked “A simple fruit salad with a red wine dressing!” Elizabeth said with a smile. “Then let’s waste no time. To the kitchen!” I tried to use a super hero’s voice. Elizabeth shook her head “You need help.”
It was a beautiful Sunday and I was with such a lovely teacher, it was almost heaven! “Save the wine we don’t need anymore for the dressing. Besides what well we drink with the salad if we use it all?” “Good point” I said. I watched her stir the bowl of dressing and I thought to myself “Man she is beautiful!”
Elizabeth was wearing a green shoulder less linen sundress that really showed her body off. Her red hair was neatly done and graced her silky shoulders. I had often wondered what it would be like to kiss them and the way to her full lips.
“What are you thinking?” She asked. I must have been staring because she had a strange look about her, like she was looking into me. “Oh nothing” I said. “Right.” She said as she served the salad. “Then why were you staring?” “Staring?!” I was startled by her coyness.
“Look I need to tell you something” Elizabeth said “Let me guess. Over the past few months you have been poisoning my food and now it is time to kill me?” I had jokily said “Not quite” she said “Oh I got it you find me irresistible and you want me to be your man servant!” “Well not a man servant” She smiled “But that isn’t it either” “I see you just want” Before I could finish my next statement Elizabeth blurted “I’m a man!”
It was quite for what seem like hour or so. “And?” I finally said. “Don’t you get it? I’m a man!” Now Elizabeth seemed to be almost crying. “Well almost a man. I’m becoming a woman” She looked away with those words.
“Once again, and?” I said to her like as if she said she wasn’t a natural red head. “Aren’t you a little freaked out?” She asked. “Nope” I responded “Well maybe by the fact I think you use too much salt to your food.” Elizabeth laughed as she wiped tears from her face “Salt adds flavor!” she joked.
We spoke for a long time over dinner and late into the night. “So do you know a lot of ladies like me?” “Not a lot but some” Elizabeth then asked “Are you gay?” “I wouldn’t say gay. More like a lazy bi sexual.” Elizabeth looked confused by my statement. “What do you mean?”
I looked upwards trying to think of the best way I could describe what I meant and it pretty much came down to I like ‘special’ ladies. I told her how I had two encounters with boy during my high school years and almost didn’t have any more. Then I told her of an encounter I had at a Halloween party where a friend and I went and a doctor and nurse.
“He lost a bet” I said. “A bet?” Elizabeth asked. “Yea. To tell the truth I don’t even remember what the bet was but it ended up with him dressing up like a nurse.”
Elizabeth took a sip of wine and asked “So what happened?” I thought for a moment and replied “We went to a party and smoked a lot of weed. My mom wasn’t home for the weekend and my friend couldn’t go home stoned.” I took a long draw from my wine glass “So we called his house and convinced his parents to let him stay at my house. Needless to say we smoked more weed and talked about who we would like to ‘do’ at school next thing I know I was watching my friend, dressed like a sexy nurse, jerking off” Elizabeth seemed to be hanging on my every word “Then what” she said over her glass. “Well” I started “I don’t know if it was the weed or both of us just being horney or even the combination of both, but next thing I know we were in the 69’ position having one hell of a time!”
“So.” Elizabeth said shortly “You like ‘ladies’ like me?”
“Yes” “Do you like older ladies?” Elizabeth asked with a hint of evilness.
I smiled back at her “Only if they know how to cook”
At that time Elizabeth excused herself and told me to stay put. I felt my heart skip a beat knowing what was about to happen. “I’ll stay right here” I said as coolly as possible.
As soon as she disappeared from sight I started to freak out! I was about to have a night of passion with one of the sexiest creatures on the planet. Her lovely red hair, her green eyes staring at me!
At that time I don’t know if it was the wine of the raw emotion of fear, but I stood up and then promptly passed out.
“Are you ok?” I looked up into Elizabeth’s eyes. “If dying and going to heaven is alright then I’m more than Ok” She smiled.
Elizabeth took my hand and helped me up “Come with me” and she guided me to her bed room. She was wearing a black corset with matching stockings. She was also wearing a pair of black panties that didn’t hide her bulging cock.
“Do you like what you see?” She asked. My voice failed me and I squeaked “Yes!” I turned beet red. “Relax and let me make you happy.”
She moved in slowly and pressed her soft lips onto my lips. Slowly our lips parted as our tongues danced with each other. Elizabeth pulled way from me so she could unbutton my shirt. After she pulled my shirt off of my body she leaned in and kissed my nipple. “Oh!” I shuttered. She let a slight moan out as she continued to kiss and lick both nipples.
“You have me so turned on!” I said. She gave me an evil smile. “We haven’t even gotten started.” At that time she had turned me around and pushed me onto the bed.
Elizabeth then began to straddle me and kissed me deeply. “MMM you do like me!” she said noticing my growing erection. “Can I see?” She asked “Please do!” was the only response I could offer. She slowly kissed down my chest and belly and slowly unzipped my pants. “Oh!” Elizabeth gasped “I guess someone did eat their veggies” and with that corny line she had pulled my hard cock from its cotton prison and wrapped her hot mouth around it!
“Sweet mother of God!” I screamed. Her mouth was so hot that it almost caused me to cum. I was so turned on I thought my cock was going to rip in half. I looked down to see Elizabeth’s emerald green eyes looking at me. Then in one deep swoop she took my entire cock into her mouth.
The combination of red lips, green eyes staring at me and all of my cock in her caused me to lose it. “Oh Damn!” is what I said as I exploded in her mouth. Elizabeth bobbed up and down my cock taking every drop of lust I could give! “God that was a lot!” She said.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it!” I was a little embarrassed. Elizabeth laid beside me and said “Don’t worry we have all night” With that I kissed her.
I could feel her cock against my leg poking me through the silky fabric of her panties. I reached down and felt her. She was hot and hard with a small wet spot. I then laid her on her back kissed those silky shoulders, it was nirvana! After a short time I found myself pulling Elizabeth’s panties to the side so I could taste her. Her precum was sweet and thick it was divine!
The moaning of the goddess had caused me to get excited again and I found myself filled with lust. “Put in me” She said. “Put that hot cock in me now!” I rose up and lifted Elizabeth’s legs to my shoulders. Her eyes, those beautiful green eyes, begged me to turn her into a woman.
I began to ease my cock into her, slowly at first. Then with each thrust I went deeper and faster. “Fuck Me!” Elizabeth demanded “Fuck Me Hard!” I watch as my cock disappeared into her and I watch her cock dance against her black corset.
“Harder you bastard!” she screamed “You like this don’t you? Bitch!” She moaned loudly with those words. I stroked her cock as I reamed her hard!
“You want it Bitch?” “God yes” She screamed. All of the sudden her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened. I felt her cock twitch in my hand and I got to see her white cum drench her corset! I also felt my cock to become more sensitive and I felt that intense feeling before release.
“Oh my God!” was the only words I said as I began to fill Elizabeth. We both trashed and screamed. So much so if you didn’t know any better you would had thought that we were killing each other.
We laid silently and then drifted off to sleep. We saw each other for a long time learning how to cook. After awhile I joined the military and last I heard she had gotten married. I just hope her treats her well because if not. I will.

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The New Teacher Gives Me Detention…

My name is Phoenix, I’m 17 years old, a senior in highschool and I live in a small, shitty, conservative town in Maine that I long to get the fuck out of. I have long black and pink hair, and I have my septum, lip (snakebites) and nipples peirced (just to give you a visual).
The first day back from my Christmas break, I walked into my favorite class (World Geography) to get the shock of my life. My favorite teacher Mr. Cage was no where to be seen, and sitting in his chair behind his desk was a different man completely. I came to find out Mr. Cage had resigned and this was his replacement. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie (not tucked in), jeans and some dirty sneakers. The man noticed my stares and turned his head to look at me, and flashed me a friendly grin. I on the other hand, flashed him a dirty look and took my seat. Maybe I sounded like a bitch, but I was pissed; Mr. Cage was the best teacher I ever had, and I loved the subject (So much that I planned on making it a career). I was already having a shitty day, and this made it ten time worse.
I took out my notebook and started to doodle, trying to pass the time. “Just this hour and it’ll be 3:00 and you can get the hell out of here!” I thought to myself. Suddenly I heard my name called “Huh?” I asked toward the direction of whomever said my name. It was the new teacher calling roll. “Phoenix, you’re here right?” he said and gave me a teasing wink. “Yeah.” I said smugly and went back to doodling.
It seemed it took hours before I heard my name yet again. “Huh, what?” I looked up, this time to see him at the front of the class next to the marker board, which had his name (Mr. Peirce) and some notes we were supposed to take on Japan. “I said, do you know the major exports of Japan?” “Uh, Iron, Steel, electronics, and automobiles?” “Very good. However, you haven’t been paying any attention all hour, and have been giving me an attitude all hour, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to make you stay after school in detention with me.” he stated. “WHAT?! The hell I will!” I screamed. “That, young lady, just earned you another detention. Would you like more? Please, continue.” he said with a stern look. The class behind me giggled and “ooohed” me. As much as I felt the need to continue, I shut my mouth and shook my head.
A few minutes later the bell rang and everybody left the room except for Mr. Peirce and I. “I’ll be back in just a minute, I’m going to use the restroom. Utilize your time and get out some homework or something to work on while I’m gone.” As he left the room I got out my book and started to read. When he got back he shut the door behind him (and to the lack of my knowledge at the time, locked it) and walked over to my desk. “So, what are you working on?” he asked. “I’m just reading a book, what’s it to you?” I stood up and said angrily. He looked at me in the eyes for a full 4 seconds before he grabbed me by the wrist and jerked me over to his desk and grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to bend over his desk, my face down on top of it. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU-” I got out before he slapped his other hand over my mouth. He bent down and whispered ferociously in my ear “When I’m teaching, I command respect. Maybe I seem like a push-over, a nice guy, but I won’t allow disrespect. You need to be taught a lesson.” He then proceeded to grab a ruler out of one of his drawers and dragged a corner of the ruler lightly down my spine, giving me chills and goosebumps. Then he unnexpectedly smacked my ass with it. Hard. Then again, and again. Each time I gave out a scream, almost unaudible because his hand stayed pressed against my mouth.
After a few more hard smacks he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, despite my protests. “You are a little slut aren’t you? Look at that, your pussy is soaking wet. Tsk, tsk, you enjoyed that didn’t you, you slut?” He said, licking his lips. I couldn’t help my self, as he rubbed his finger down my wet slit, I moaned. I think he took this as a que, as he pulled me back up by my hair (his hand off of my mouth) and made me sit on his desk. He licked and bit down my neck to my breasts, which he sucked and nipped at. He then spread my legs open, kneeled down, and started to eat my wet cunt. “Oh FUCK!” I moaned. “You like that slut?” He said as took away his mouth and started to finger me. It didn’t take very long before I came. Wave after wave of pure pleasure hit me. Again he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down on my knees, as he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock. It must’ve been 9 inches, at least and was very thick. I licked the head and took it as far into my mouth and throat as I could. I gagged a few times, which he enjoyed, made apparent by his deep moans.
After a minute or two, he pulled me off and said “Damn, you are so good at this. Any longer and I might have lost it. Bend over, whore!” I did what he said. The next thing I knew he was inside me, unmercilessly pounding with all his force, sending me into wave after wave of earth shattering orgasms. “OH FUUUUUCK YES!” I screamed. A minute later he groaned deeply as he came deep inside me. After he pulled out, he pulled his pants back on and yelled “Get dressed slut!” So I got off of his desk and dressed myself. Once we were both dressed, he grabbed me by my hair, shoved me against the wall, and kissed me, hard. When we both ran out of breath he whispered in my ear, “You better have learned your lesson, slut. See you after school again tommorow.” And then he walked out. Needless to say, I couldn’t wait to learn something new the next time.

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The Day I Became A Slut!

The day I Became a Slut!
Hello, my name is Amy. The strangest, most beautiful and incredible thing happened to me today! I feel so wonderfully liberated, because I became a slut tonight! My mind is in a whirl of euphoria, and I am having more fun than I could ever imagine!
I feel so totally free and wildly wanton. I’ve finally admitted to myself who I really am and what I’m really like. It is so absolutely, incredibly exciting to throw off the shackles of prudish monogamy so that I don’t have to pretend not to lust for sex with other people I meet, anymore.
By fucking another man tonight, I allowed myself the freedom to enjoy sex and nudity, and all their wonderful variations, as one of the things that make being human bearable. Today, I have finally entered into the swinging lifestyle by acknowledging my true nature. Yes, I now freely admit that I am a slut who loves to be fucked, and needs to be fucked by lots and lots of sweet hard cocks. I am a middle-aged, average weight, but still pretty, married slut, with big married tits, a round married ass, and a juicy-wet married pussy, who just loves to fuck and suck other men.
OK, you probably think it sounds like I’m going pretty wild and crazy, and most people might say that I am engaging in abnormal and risky behavior. Maybe I am going overboard with all the slut-whore stuff. But I like it. I don’t think of them as bad names. Instead of being demeaning, the names slut and whore give me a sense of completeness, empowerment and liberation. To me, a slut or a whore is just a strong, sexually self assured woman who is not afraid to go against societal norms and fully explore and express her sexuality in the same way that men have always expressed theirs.
Who says we women can’t be sexually assertive just like men are? What’s wrong with openly going after sweet hard cock? A slut can do that, a “lady” can’t. Anyway, how can something that is so beautiful, that feels so good and right, that is so much fun and natural, be wrong or bad for me? Especially if my husband feels so positive and is so encouraging and supportive about what I’m doing? So tonight, to help me maintain an even keel, to keep things sorted out and quiet down my whirling mind, I’m starting a sort of journal of my experiences. I’ll call it my Slut’s Diary, and this is my first entry:
Okay, I admit it. As of tonight, I am a slut. I’m married woman who fucks and sucks other guys, in addition to my husband, whenever I feel like it. That makes me what everyone calls a slut or a whore, right? Well, I love it! It makes me finally free to be myself – a sexual being who is free to choose my own sexual behavior and partners.
What makes everything even more fun and exciting, is that my sweet husband Will loves the new me (or, as Will says, the real me) even more than before. It’s thrilling, and I can’t believe I’m such a lucky girl! I knew I was especially lucky when Will fucked me so hard and so sweetly after I came home tonight and told him how I had just fucked my new boyfriend, Tom. I also told my husband that I wanted to keep fucking Tom regularly. Will just fucked me harder. If Will is going to keep fucking me like that whenever I have sex with other men, I can’t wait for every chance I can get to fuck Tom again!
I guess I should start at the beginning. I’ve always had a strong sex drive and loved to fuck. I’ve been strongly attracted to other people all my life, and I’ve always been especially fascinated with cocks and the men they’re attached to. So many different shapes and sizes – so little time! I adore the way cute little soft cocks get big and hard when I suck on them, and the different personalities they all have. I love the sounds men make when they fuck me and the silly look of surprise on their faces when they come.
I was a girl of the late ’70’s, and I first started fucking when I was fourteen. I was pretty wild and adventurous before I got married, and got to know a couple of dozen sweet penises very intimately. So, I guess I’ve always been a slut. When we were dating, Will confessed that his first marriage had been an open marriage. When he proposed to me, he promised that he would never place any restrictions on me, and that if I wanted to have other lovers he would not limit me. He also promised that he would never pressure me into doing anything I didn’t want to do and that as long as I was monogamous, he would be, as well. But when I got married to Will I bought into the conventional morality that married people weren’t supposed to fuck around, that husbands and wives are supposed to only have sex with each other, and that sex outside of marriage would lead to breakup and divorce.
Nevertheless, I’ve always needed to have several orgasms every day, and even though Will and I have always had great sex and he always makes sure I cum when he fucks me every day, I usually masturbate a couple of times each day and fantasize about sucking and fucking other guys whenever I do. But, for the last fourteen years, I’ve limited myself to fucking only my husband.
Tonight everything changed. For about a year now I’ve been flirting with a cute guy five or six years younger than I am, who works for another company in an office on the same floor of the building where I work. I always thought I ought to feel guilty, but it was fun and exciting to flirt with Tom in the hallways at work, on my lunch breaks and at a nearby bar where Will and I hang out after work with friends. Tom is pretty good looking, and he knows it, so he came on to me pretty strongly right from the start, making it obvious that he was attracted to me and wanted to fuck me.
Whenever we met he would make little risqué comments about my body, my tits and ass, what a sexy mouth I have, and what we would be like together. He did nothing to hide the huge bulge in his pants that appeared when we were together, and it made me feel so desirable that I did absolutely nothing to discourage him and flirted right back.
Often, I would run into him in the kitchen when I went to get coffee on breaks. I knew the effect I had on him, so I would be sure to bend over and give him a good look at my ass when I got something from the refrigerator, or let my tits brush across his arm when I reached for the sugar. I’d often let a drop of cream “accidentally” fall on my fingers so I could look him in the eye and slowly lick it off. And best of all, if I had to squeeze past him to get to the microwave, I would make sure that my ass rubbed against his hardness. I admit, I was a horrible cock-tease, but it was tremendously exciting and made me feel so sexy and attractive. Tom would pout and tell me that I was driving him crazy with lust. I would just laugh and teasingly remind him that I’m married. But afterwards, I’d go back to my desk with my mind in a whirl and a dripping wet pussy, close my office door so I could finger my clit under my desk and quietly bring myself to orgasm, imagining what his cock looked like and how it would feel in my mouth or pussy. Later that night, I would almost rape my husband, imagining Tom’s cock. Oh, I wanted to fuck Tom so badly!
I have a great boss who usually closes the office and lets us leave early on Friday afternoons, if we are all caught up with our work. Will and I had tickets to see a show that evening, but it was only about 3:00 PM when we closed the office, so I decided to relax and have a drink or two before going home to shower and change for the theater. Plenty of time before the eight o’clock curtain, right?
I was standing at the bar, laughing and kicking back with John, the bartender (another hunky guy I’d love to fuck) and several of the regulars. I was about half way through my first drink, when Tom came in. Like I said, I’ve desperately wanted to fuck other guys, especially Tom, for a long time now. However, I’ve stubbornly resisted, inventing all kinds of lame “married” excuses to avoid it.
I really don’t know what changed tonight. I guess the dam holding back all my sexual repression just burst. The fact is, everything did change, and it was amazingly easy and natural to let myself start being a slut. I didn’t even really know I was doing it. It just was right. The moment I saw Tom, I felt that delicious ache in my pussy and instantly threw all caution to the wind. He took a seat on a nearby bar stool and I swung my hips as I walked over to his side and started flirting with him shamelessly. Somehow, a couple of buttons on my blouse “mysteriously” came open, so Tom (and everyone else) could clearly see the cleavage of my full 38DD breasts jiggling in the lacy bra I was wearing. I enjoyed all the stares I was getting as I gave Tom a big hug. I started making lots of physical contact with him, touching his hand or resting my hand on his leg. My nipples were almost painfully erect, poking through the thin fabric of my bra, and I found plenty of opportunities to brush my tits against him as we talked, thrusting my breast out to him, making my hard nipples gently brush back and forth against his arm. Every time we shared a laugh, I leaned into him, brazenly letting my hand rest higher and higher on his thigh.
The other men and women we were talking with could hardly keep their eyes from staring at my hand, and it was obvious that I could feel his hardening cock whenever it throbbed or twitched. I wanted it so badly, it was all I could do not to grab it right there. Finally, after a particularly funny moment, when I had collapsed on his chest in laughter, we found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes and I impulsively just reached up and pulled his mouth down to mine.
There I stood, a married woman brazenly kissing a man who was not my husband right in front of our mutual friends and drinking buddies. I pressed my tits against his chest and ground my pussy against his leg. I let his tongue explore my mouth, feeling his arms around me, inhaling his manly scent, so similar, yet different than my husband’s. I suddenly felt so deliciously free to kiss him like that! I felt so beautifully warm and lovely and wanton!
Everyone who hangs out there knows I’m married to Will, and now it is obvious to all what a naughty slut I am. It just made me hotter and wetter to know that they were watching me and thinking what a slut I was making of myself. I know they will never think the same way about me again, but I just didn’t care. In fact, I loved it! I knew that most of the men there (and some of the women!) now were thinking that they now might have a chance to fuck me, and the thought was making my knees weak and my pussy wet. My pussy ached for a cock. I licked and nibbled Tom’s ear as I whispered to him that it was time to fuck me. I told him I wanted his cock, that I needed his cock, and that I wanted him to make me his slut.
Who knew? When it finally happened, it was so incredibly easy to let go! The police didn’t burst in to arrest me. I didn’t turn into a toad. The sky didn’t fall, the world didn’t end. I wasn’t thrown into the street and stoned. All that happened was that Tom immediately said that I should go home with him, so we could fuck. However, I just gently squeezed his hard on and told him that I didn’t want to wait that long for his cock. I said that I had a better idea that would allow him to fuck me right away. “Bye, Johnny. See you later! Tell Will I’ll see him at home.” I grinned at everyone watching us, waved goodbye, took his hand and I led him out of the bar.
I really don’t know where I got the guts to do what happened next. I was so hot for him that I was out of control. I just wanted to fuck him so badly that I couldn’t wait. I used my office key and took him up to my boss’s deserted office, just a block away. We didn’t speak a word on the way, but I was shaking with the incredible excitement and anticipation of doing something so risky and naughty. I had only had one drink, but I felt drunk with the euphoria of doing something so shockingly naughty and completely different from anything I had ever done before. Of course, we were all over each other, feeling each other up in the elevator. Tom had my blouse open and my bra undone by the time we got to the sixth floor, and I stroked and tickled his hard cock which was straining for release.
Leaving the lights off in the outer office, we went into the executive suite. I told Tom to sit down and make himself comfortable on my boss’s big leather sofa. Before he fucked me, I wanted to be fully exposed to him. I needed to shed the last vestiges of respectability. “Look at me. Look at the slut standing before you. You’re so hot, I’ve wanted to fuck you for months.” I wanted for him to see the nasty slut he was about to have. “Look at me. See how much I want your cock.”
Slowly, almost unconsciously, I began to put on a show for him, undressing, performing an erotic striptease that I seemed to instinctually know how to do. “Look at me, see how horny I am. See how badly I want you to fuck me.” In the light of the setting sun and my boss’s giant fish tanks I blossomed into the slut I had been holding inside. “Look at me. See how I want to be your slut.” He just sat back and smiled as he watched me display myself to him. “Look at me. I want you to fuck me like a whore with that cock.” I writhed as I looked deep into his eyes and physically showed him how much I wanted and needed to be fucked. I displayed every part of my body to him, until I stood before him completely naked. “I need your cock in my mouth. I want to suck it and drink your cum.” I licked and pinched my nipples and fingered my dripping pussy. “I want your cock pounding in my cunt.” I turned my back to him and bent over, spreading my ass cheeks and pussy lips to show my most intimate parts. “Use me as your sex toy and cover me with your cum.” Then, deliciously, totally exposed, I slumped back in my boss’s big leather chair with my legs wide apart and masturbated for my new lover so he could see me cum. “Look at me! Watch me cum. See what a slut I am when I cum!” I needed for him to se me cum, to look into my eyes and see my insatiable need to cum. “Oh, God! Look at me! Look at what a slut I am! I’m a whore who needs your cock! I’m cumming! I’m cummmming!!” I collapsed on the carpet as my first huge orgasm washed across me.
Crawling across the floor to him, legs splayed, tits swaying, I wantonly licked my own juices from my fingers. Tom had pulled out his lovely cock and was stroking his beautiful erection as he watched my lewd display. “Look what I have for you, slut. You’ve wanted this ever since you first saw me, haven’t you?” His hard cock jutted arrogantly in toward me, and was directly level with my face as I crawled. “Here’s what you want. Come here and suck my cock, bitch.” Oh, My God! His cock! His balls! His lovely, hard penis!! “Oh, God, it’s beautiful!” I was transfixed – the first real live hard cock, other than Will’s, that I had seen in 14 years! I couldn’t take my eyes off it. God, it was unbelievably gorgeous! I ached for it. I had to have it.
Panting, drooling, shaking, moaning and trembling with lust, I knelt before him like a wild creature and worshipped this lovely new penis. I completely lost myself in a rush of lust as I closely examined every incredible inch of it. I inhaled his wonderful manly smell. I rubbed its silky length and hardness all over my face as I gave myself completely to this beautiful cock. “Suck it, whore. Show me how much you love cock.” Greedily, hungrily, I voraciously licked and sucked this beautiful new cock, reveling in all the wonderful differences and similarities to Will’s. “Take it all, you nasty slut. Take it down your throat.” It was a bit thicker than Will’s, so I opened wide to get as much of his beautiful hardness as I could in my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum, sucking and nibbling on the helmet head, tonguing the sweet little hole at the tip. My tongue ran around the sharply defined lip of his cock head. I licked up and down the hard shaft, feeling the bulging veins with my lips and tongue, trying to memorize every erotic detail of my new toy. When I reached the base of his hard shaft, I slid my tongue slowly around his balls sack, tasting the musky manliness between his legs. I sucked each one into my mouth, feeling their weight.
Releasing his balls, I licked farther back to the tangier taste of his asshole. “Oh, yes! You nasty bitch, lick my ass. I’m yours!” Spreading his cheeks, I let my tongue circle his anus. The naughtiness of what I was doing was overwhelming. My fingers were playing over my clit, and I came violently, screaming as I plunged my tongue deep into his ass. “Oh, yes! You fucking dirty whore! Suck my ass, bitch!”
Slowly, I worked my way back to his cock and eased the entire length into the back of my throat, until my nose rested in his soft pubic hair. Overcome with his own lust, Tom quickly took control and held my head in his hands as he began to fuck my mouth. “Take it! Take my cock, slut!” I eagerly and completely submitted to his cock, relaxing past the gag reflex as I sucked and squeezed with my lips, worshipped with my tongue, trying to swallow more and more of him every time he thrust his hardness against the back of my throat, sucking to keep him there when he drew back for the next thrust. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, slut! Oh, shit! Drink my cum like a whore! Oh, God!!” His pubic bone bumped against my nose, and he filled my hungry throat with spurt after spurt of his salty cum. It was unbelievably delicious! Thrilling! Overwhelming! I orgasmed again, nearly fainting from the excitement of cheating on my husband and having another man’s cum in my mouth, I greedily swallowed as much of his salty sperm as I could.
I sprawled back on the leather sofa and lewdly rubbed the cum dribbling out of my mouth into my face and tits. “That was delicious, lover. I needed that. I hope there’s more where that came from. I’m your slut and I want your cum.” Tom laughed and laid me back on the sofa and eagerly began to taste my pussy. “Let’s see how wet this slut’s pussy is.” By now, of course, I was dripping and so hot that Tom hardly had to do more than breathe on my clit before I exploded into a mind bending orgasm, screaming incoherently: “FUUUUUCK!! Yes! Fuck me NOW! Take me, use me! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!! Fuck my slut-cunt!! I need your cock in my whore-pussy NOW!! Give me your cock! Fill me with your cum! What are you waiting for? FUCK ME!!!”
Impatiently, I sucked him hard again, and he eagerly shoved his cock into my soaking cunt. “Fuck me, you fucker!” I went absolutely crazy. I pushed him onto his back so I could ride his fat cock, bucking my pussy on his beautiful penis and fucking him on my boss’s leather sofa. “You are a slut, aren’t you? Tell what a slut you are.” Tom pinched my nipples the way I love, roughly twisting and pulling them so they felt like they were on fire. “Yes, I’m a nasty slut! Give me your cock!” I can’t tell how deliciously wanton and naughty it made me feel to say it! “Fuck me, bitch! Fuck me with that slut-cunt!” I was screaming in orgasm after orgasm, shaking my tits, and rubbing my clit. “I’m a married slut and I’m fucking your cock!. I’m your slut, tonight! Your married whore to use and fuck with that gorgeous, beautiful, delicious fat cock! Fuck me, cock! Fuck me you whore fucker!”
Tom flipped me over so I was kneeling on the floor and rammed his cock home. “Whose slut are you?” He slammed his cock into me furiously, like it was his last fuck. “I’m your cock-loving slut, you fucker! Fuck me! I want your cum in my pussy! FUCK ME!” If anybody was working late and had been paying attention in the office building across the street they would have seen quite a show!
“Let’s see if anybody’s watching!” Tom pushed me up against the floor-to-ceiling plate glass window overlooking Broadway and fucked me hard and deep as I fingered my clit and pinched my nipples. “Hey! Look up here!” I screamed through the thick glass. “Here I am! Look up here and see what a fucking slut I am! See what a whore looks like when she’s getting fucked by a stud with a delicious hard cock!” I bucked back, slamming into his hard cock. “Fuck me! Slap my ass! Slap my whore’s ass! Make it sting!!” Tom’s hand cracked down on my wide ass, making me jump with the pleasure of the pain and scream in another wrenching orgasm. “Take it, you dirty, nasty whore! You love it, don’t you slut?” “Oh, god, yes! Fuck me! Spank me! Ram that fucking cock in me, you fucker! I’m a fucking slut! So fuck me like a slut with that fucking cock! Come on, harder! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!” Slapping my ass, the force of his fucking pushing my face up against the window, I exploded over and over in screaming orgasm before Tom finally came again, filling my cunt with his thick cum.
In exhaustion we collapsed in each other’s arms, cum dribbling out of my pussy onto the plush oriental carpet. Tom tenderly cuddled me, and in his post-coital insecurity he was almost like a little boy. He sweetly told me how much he had enjoyed fucking me. He apologized for being so rough and calling me dirty names. He said he felt ashamed at his behavior, and that he didn’t really think I was a slut or a whore. I laughed, and told him not to worry. “I loved it! It’s OK if you think I’m a slut and a whore. I am a slut and a whore, and I like it when you call me those things. It doesn’t make me a bad person. I loved the way you were nasty and rough with me and fucked me so hard! I only hope that Will isn’t upset by it, and that I can fuck you again, sometime.”
Of course, Tom immediately said I should to go home with him. I laughed, and told Tom that it was only sex and that because I love my husband, it would never be anything more than just sex. I said that although I wanted to fuck him again sometime, it would depend upon what happened when I got home and faced Will. We cuddled for a while longer, and then Tom slowly walked me to the subway entrance and we shared a long and sweet goodnight kiss before I headed home to Will. Home to my husband.

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Fiction

The Importance of Sophie, Preface

The following is the preface for this series in ten parts (yes, ten). Since there are a great deal of characters and there may be large gaps between instalments (I’m not skilled at writing consistently), this story will serve as a somewhat convenient resource for refreshing your memory. (Check the end for physical descriptions of most of the characters)

Science-Fiction

The Sabacc Shift

In a galaxy far, far away, an ordinary day in the life of a smuggler ends up changing his world forever. Between a high-stakes card game, a dangerous gambit with a Hutt, and a pair of alluring women, anything can bring about a Sabacc Shift!

Fiction

Worst Nightmare

I hope you enjoy my latest story. If you do I invite you to click on the authors name above Brokenwing to read my other stories. The only question you have to ask yourself on this story is it real or only a nightmare.

True Story

My Horny Mom

I have slept with over 50 girls but none of them have been as good as my mom. I would like to say she is a drop dead gorgeous model but really she is just an average looking mom 40 years old with a bit of a dark side. She is around 5’6″, white skin, fairly plump with big boobs and a red bush. She was the one who pretty much got me into sex. She has been single as long as I remember. When I was 10 I got my first experience she was a horn bag. I woke up one night with a nightmare and rushed into her room but to my surprise the door was locked. I was just about to knock when I heard her moaning which was weird because she didn’t have anyone over. The next morning when she was downstairs I snuck into her room and looked around. I found a 10inch vibrator, some lube and a porn mag beside the bed. I was so turned on that I licked the vibrator and wanked myself off at the same time. From there on I was so intrigued with my mother. She would often sunbath naked in the backyard, she would walk around the house naked and I would hear her at night getting herself off, meanwhile I would be wanking myself silly over it. I would even steal her dirty underwear and sniff them when I had the chance. I would often find porn in her draws and watch it when she wasn’t home but she had alot of lesbian porn which made me think if she had become lesbian too.
Not long after my 11th birthday she started dating this guy. He was a bit of an asshole and I felt even worse because he was taking my mom away. We moved in with him and before long I would hear them fucking at night. I thought I would be disgusted at first but I was actually turned on. They would fuck for a couple of hours each night and I would lay in bed and wack off to the sound of my mom being pumped. But soon I got sick of doing that and decided to get some surveillance happening. I borrowed my uncle’s camcorder for a while and decided to set it up in their room where they wouldn’t find it. I opened up moms cupboard to find a hiding place and came across a nice little stash. There in a box was about 3 dildos, a couple of videos and lots of magazines. I spent that whole after noon watching and reading the porn and licking on moms dildos. I placed the camera in a good spot and waiting. That night they fucked each others brains out and I got it all on tape. He had a massive cock and it turned me on to see it going in and out of mom. It also became apparent that she was a squirter. Just as she was about to orgasm she got off he cock and sprayed girl jizz into his mouth. It was such a turn-on. This went on for about a year then I got my first girlfriend. For the next couple of years I stopped thinking about mom because I was dating. I ended up moving out with a mate because I didn’t like her boyfriend. I pretty much fucked every girl I could find.
When I was 19 mom broke up with her boyfriend and moved into a small apartment but I had to move in with her because she couldn’t afford the rent by herself. I was still dating but she never really left the house. She became depressed and didn’t seem as horny as she used to be but she still had it in her because she still wore sexy lingerie and sometimes I would find my porn in different places. We were living pretty poorly until she got a big compensation payout from a car accident. We both took some time off work and decided to go on a holiday. So that weekend we drove up to the capital city and had an awesome day at some of the amusement places. Then we went out for dinner. The hotel bedrooms only had one king-size bed which was okay by us. Mom went for a shower and I watched TV. She came out in the nude and jumped into bed as that’s how she always sleeps. Her body still looked good. Saggy tits and ass, full red bush and cellulite all over the back of her legs. I soon fell asleep. The TV woke me a couple of hours later; I had forgotten to turn it off. I flicked the switch and then cuddled into mom. The sheets had come down to her belly and her back was cold so I spooned up with her. She felt so nice up against me. I soon started feeling around to see if she would wake up. I grabbed her nipples; they were hard as a rock and sticking up. I worked my way down to her belly. It was plump and sagging down to the mattress because she was on her side then I ran my hand thru her bush and found her flaps. It was nice and warm down there. I heard her gasp so I stopped what I was doing then checked her eyes – Still asleep. I then rubbed along her thigh and came back down around her ass. By then my cock was bursting out of my pants so I took them right off. I rested it on her lower back then went back to rubbing her boobs. I began kissing the back of her neck and licking her ear lobes. I must have woke her up then because she rolled over and buried herself under the sheets, I looked under to see what she was doing but it was too dark. She then grabbed my cock in her hands and jammed it in her mouth sucking on it and licking my shaft, then continuing down to my sack and then licking around my asshole. Then she emerged from the sheets and got into a doggy position. “Your turn she whispered.” I got up behind her and spread open her saggy ass cheeks and ate her ass out and then her pussy. I let go of her ass with my hands and started probing her pussy with one hand and grabbing those floppy melons with the other hand. She told me to slow down but I kept munching on her anus and fingering her pussy and soon enough she was spraying her juice all over the bed. I got down and licked up as much as I could then I rolled onto my back and mom sat on my face and started grinding into me. I was sucking on her clit and wiggling my tongue in her pussy and she was bouncing up and down on my face grabbing her tits. I mopped up as much juice as I could then she moved down slowly backing her pussy up ready for insertion. I grabbed her big ass with both hands and pushed up so just my knob would penetrate her pussy. I did that a couple of times then it got too much for her and she sat down and took the full length of my cock. She rode me for about 20 minutes. It was really slow and steady and I was shafting her deep. Then she started shaking violently and moaning at the top of her lungs. She jumped off my cock and squatted above my head and aimed her pussy at me then finished herself off by rubbing her big swollen clit. A river of juice splashed into my face and down my throat. Then before I could do anything she turned around and went into reverse cowboy position but instead of jamming my cock into her pussy she put it up her ass and began riding it. I could only last 5 minutes before I pulled it out and let her drink my cum. We were so worn out then that we slept all the next day and did the same thing the next night. Now that we live with each other we made it an every night thing.

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Sex with Jack Frost: A Short Story

This story is based off of the character from Rise of the Guardians. If you have not seen the film, I cannot imagine this story making much sense to you. Also, do not continue if you do not enjoy gay escapades. Enjoy.

Fiction

Evil Dudes-Chapter 2

If you have not read Chapter 1 first, you need to do so, or this won’t make much sense. Chapter 1 is just titled Evil Dudes. If you click on my name above, it will take you to the list of all my stories. Just click on “Evil Dudes” and enjoy! Please like if you enjoy the story, and comment below if you wish. You can also email me directly at [email protected]