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Open Minds leads to Open Hearts 2

About six years ago, Kyle and his girlfriend Carrie, moved from the Fort Lauderdale area to Big Pine Keys, of the Florida Keys. Kyle had a successful remodeling and home building business going, but had always loved going to the keys and wanted to make it his home one day. Carrie was not really thrilled with the idea, since she grew up in The Fort Lauderdale area and all her friends were there.

My Sister Makes her Escape – story 5

A couple of days after I packed my stuff and left my apartment, my friend found me a stock broker who was looking for a girl. I was a little nervous when I first met him. He was 36, dark and attractive. He had a beautiful four bedroom house in the centre of London just a few minute walk from the nearest tube station and a twenty minute commute to University. I got on well with him and I was attracted to him on a physical level and so I moved in two days later. He fucked me the very first night. The sex was incredible and he was very attentive to my needs and I got the impression that it was as important to him that I enjoyed it.
The deal was that he got to spend one night a week with me and I didn’t have to pay any rent. We were both free to see other people as long as we took precautions. Considering the deal was that he got to bareback my pussy it seemed fair that we both used condoms outside of the house. That was fine with me. I knew that he had the occasional fuck with other women and I had the suspicion that he went to massage parlours from time to time. As long as he was using condoms I wasn’t worried about catching anything. From time to time, he’d come back after a few beers, not drunk but jolly, and want to fuck me. If it was in addition to the weekly fuck, he’d pay me £200. This happened about twice a month and so it gave me a little spending money and helped pay for my books.
Everything worked out ok for the next 6 months. My 19th birthday came and went and my grades went back up.
I only had one thing to feel guilty about. I met a guy at University and it wasn’t long before we were at it like rabbits. I couldn’t tell my boyfriend about my deal with Michael. I knew he wouldn’t understand and I didn’t want to lose him. I was already on the pill when my boyfriend asked if I’d go on it so he could fuck me without a condom. I had to lie to him and tell him that I didn’t like taking the pill. For the next free months my boyfriend fucked me protected whilst I let Michael pump cum into me at least once a week.
A night with Michael was always a long night. He’d try and fuck me as many times as possible, waking me up two sometimes three times to drop another load inside me. By the time the morning came I’d have half a dozens loads of spunk dripping out of me. I tried to be careful not to fuck my boyfriend the day after a night with Michaels, but it was sometimes difficult to say no to him and so it happened on occasion. I had to pretend I was hornier than I actually was and beg him just to stick his dick straight into me. I didn’t want him licking my pussy and tasting another mans cum inside me.
This went on for three months until my boyfriend asked me to move in with him. I was so happy, but I said I’d need to think about it. I decided to tell Michael over the weekend that I was going to move out and I was excited about the prospect of just being with my boyfriend.
Saturday morning came and I was waiting for Michael to get up so that I could talk to him about moving out. I didn’t think he’d mind. My friend already knew a girl looking for a similar relationship so finding a replacement wouldn’t be that difficult. That’s when I heard a knock at the door. Katie, my 15 year old sister was stood on the porch when I opened it. I was expecting to see her over the weekend. After all, it was her sweet 16 in a little more than a week and I had gotten her a present.
I gave her a hug and she hugged me back. When she didn’t let go, I knew there was a problem at home.
“What’s the matter,” I asked.
“What do you think?”
I knew she was talking about Jim so I replied, “Your only 15. He’s not going to touch you.”
“He told me that he was fed up of waiting and for my 17th birthday. HE said 16 would ber old enough and that on Monday he was going fuck my pussy raw.”
The man who called himself our step father wasn’t even married to our mother, but that didn’t stop him from behaving like he was. He’d already raped me and I couldn’t bare the idea of him doing that to my little sister. I didn’t wan her to lose her virginity in the same way I did.
I told her she could stay the night and the next morning I would talk to Michael and explained the situation. I wanted my sister to move in. I knew it meant that I wouldn’t be able to move in with my boyfriend, but Katie was more important and I had to keep her away from Jim.
Michael said he’d think about it. Later in the afternoon he knocked on my bedroom door. My sister was down stairs making some sandwiches and I got the impression he’d waited for me to be alone.
“I think we can come to some arrangement about your sister,” he said.
“What type of arrangement?” I asked suspecting he’d want to fuck her.
“Do you remember my friend Martin. He’s coming next weekend. He arrives Friday evening. If your sister can keep him happy until Sunday morning I’ll let her stay for three months.”
“My sister won’t be 16 til Monday,” I objected.
“No one’s going to worry about a couple of days.”
I stood up and crossed my arms. I didn’t reply. I didn’t know what to say.
“Look. It’s up to Katie. I’m not going to force her.”
“Ok. I’ll talk to her, but I won’t make her do it.”
I talked to Katie the next morning and explained the situation to her. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” I said.
“Of course I do,” she answered. “What’s my other choice? Go home and let pervy Jim fuck me whenever he wants. And then pass me around his poker buddies like a cheap whore.”
I looked at her. I knew she was right.
“What’s he like,” she asked in a low voice.
“Martin,” I said. “He’s a nice guy. I met him a few times. He’s a little chubby, but he’s not bad looking.”
“How old is he?”
“Same as Michael,” I replied. “36.”
Katie stayed at the house for the rest of the week and carried on going to school. I caught Michael checking her out in her school uniform and I can’t blame him. Katie looked a lot like me. She was 5ft5 and slim with long blond her and green eyes. Her hair was blonder than mine and she had a nice pair of 32b tits which look real firm through her school blouse.
When Martin arrived on Friday, Michael introduced her as his little present for the weekend. Martin was very excited about the idea and he was very charming and spent most of the evening g talking to Katie over a home cooked dinner that Michael made.
When he eventually led her upstairs by the hand I could see she was nervous but she looked a little excited again. He’s flattered her all night and told her how beautiful she was and how he loved her laugh and smile. She was a sure thing, but he didn’t treat her that way. When Katie told him she was a virgin his face lit up and he told her he’d take it slow. In a way I was happy for her, it would be much better than my first time and probably better than if she’d chosen some kid her age at school.
The first night I lay in my room listening to Martin fuck my little sister. I heard her having her first orgasm and then I heard her cry when he popped her cherry. From the sounds coming from the room, I could hear she was enjoying it. I started to finger my pussy and rub on my clit as I listened to them fucking. Michael pushed my door open and came in. He’d been listening as well and it’d gotten him hard. We hadn’t fucked this week, so I owed him a night with my pussy. I pushed the sheets back and invited him in. He dropped his bathrobe and hoped on top of me, sliding his dick straight inside me. Normally he’d finger fuck me and lick my pussy to get me hot, but I was panting like a horny dog when he walked in and figured I was more than ready for some cock.
The idea of fucking while listening to my little sister losing her virginity to a 36 year old guy was very erotic and it didn’t take long for me to cum harder than I had in a long time.
The next morning I got up and went down stairs. Katie was sat at the kitchen table eating a round of toast.
She looked at me. “I didn’t think my first time would be like that,” she said.
“It was ok?” I asked.
“Yes. We did it four times and he licked my pussy until I had an orgasm before he popped my cherry. He said he wanted to be sure I was nice and wet for my first time.”
“You’re not too sore.”
“Very.”
“I’m sorry your first time had to be like that,” I said.
“I was there for your first time. I’d rather have my memories of loosing my virginity than yours. He wants to fuck me again tonight.”
I smiled. We went out shopping for the day. Michael gave her £50 for making Martin feel so welcome. That evening, we all went out to dinner and then headed back to the house.
Martin and Katie disappeared upstairs and I decided to go to bed leaving Michael downstairs. I fell asleep quickly. Michael had fucked me so much the evening before that I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep.
When I woke up, I heard moaning coming from Katie’s room and I tunred my head to look at the clock. It was almost 4am and they were still at it. Then I heard voices, male voices. I jumped out of bed and ran into my sister’s room. Katie was kneeling on the bed, Martin’s cock in her mouth and Michael fucking her hard and fast from behind.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded. “She’s only supposed to be fucking Martin.”
Katie climbed off the bed. “It’s ok. Michael said I could stay for six months if I fucked them both.”
“Why don’t you come and join us,” Katie said with a big grin of her face. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” she begged.
I had to admit, seeing my sister getting spit roasted like that had left my pussy dripping and I was desperate for a good fuck. I peeled off my T-shirt and climbed onto the bed next to my sister. She was lying on her back and Michael was positioning himself between her legs and then his friend grabbed one of my ankles and opened me up so he could gain access to my wet pussy.
He turned his head to Michael and said, “I’ll race you.”
“Ok,” Michael replied with a big smile.
I looked down to see him push his cock towards Katie’s pussy. She took a deep breath as he ploughed his cock right inside her in a single smooth movement followed by a groan and a mumble, “that’s good pussy.”
Then I felt Martin pushing his fat cock into my cunt. Every second in slid deeper until the tip of his cock brushed against my cervix.
“You’ve got a nice tight cunt,” he said.
When he was all the way in he stopped and said, “ready.”
“Ready,” Michael replied.
“Go,” he shouted and started banging into me a fast as he could. He slipped so smoothly in and out of me that I hardly rocked back and forth on the bed, but I still reached up and grabbed hold of the head board as I panted to my first orgasm.
I could hear my little sister shouting, “Fuck my pussy harder.”
“I started to moan loudly. Then heard Michael say, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” I turned my head just in time to see him pulled his cock out of my 15 year old sister’s cunt and fire half a dozen thick jets of spunk all over her stomach and tits.
Then I felt Martin shoot a thick wad of spunk into my pussy and then he pulled his cock from my cunt and pumped the rest of his hot spunk all over me. He directed the last squirt over my clit and then used the tip of his cock to massage his cum into the lips of my pussy. A big dollop of cum collected in my belly button and Michael told Katie to lick it out, which she did without a second thought. The idea of my 15 year old sister licking cum out of my belly button and then cleaning the rest of Martin’s cum of my stomach and nipples with her tongue sent me over the edge once more and liquid started dripping from my cunt and soaking into the bed sheets.
“I won,” Michael bragged.
“That’s 15 year old pussy you got right there. Nice and tight,” he objected as if my pussy wasn’t a tight as my little sister’s.
“Yes, but we’ve been fucking Katie for hours and she’s already got two loads of cum inside her. 15 year old pussy or not, it must be much wetter than Lucy pussy.”
“Ok. I’ll let you have that one,” Michael conceded.
Martin bent his head down and started to lick the cum from my cunt lips and they probed my pussy with his tongue until I had a powerful orgasm and covered his face with pussy juices.
“Lucy. Come clean your sister,” Michael said.
I rolled on my side and started to lick her nipples, cleaning Michaels cum off her.
“Don’t forget to clean her pussy,” he said.
I looked at Katie and she just smiled so a brushed my tongue lightly against her pussy lips and then delved deeper into her snatch with my tongue, licking and sucking Michaels and Martins cum out of her pussy. I could taste her pussy juices. I’d never licked a girl out before but she tasted like me. I didn’t know if that was because she was my sister or because all women tasted similar, but I lapped on her pussy for another 10 minutes.
Once the boys were hard again they had us bend over the bed next to each other and took it in turns to fuck us doggy style. They changed place regularly and talked about how different our pussies felt wrapped around their cocks. They wanted to arse fuck us but I refused. Katie on the other hand wanted to try it and let them both bumfuck her. They kept changing place, pulling their cocks from Katie’s arse and pushing it into my pussy. Needless to say, when the came, they both wanted to cum in her arse and they filled her shit hole with a wad of hot cum while she begged them not to stop fucking her shit.
“Fuck my arse,” I heard her moaning repetitively.
Katie loved being bumfucked. And after we’d finished they talked us into getting into a 69 and licking each other clean. Having my sister’s tongue massaging my pussy sent me over the edge and I filled her mouth with pussy juice.
The next six months continued as normal. Katie stayed with me and she didn’t have to fuck again for rent, but she fucked Michael from time to time for pocket money. I got her on the pill so she wouldn’t get pregnant. Katie and I had sex occasionally when we were both horny, but we kept that a secret from Michael and my boyfriend who I was still seeing.

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4 – Senior Year

Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off-chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have three stories before this – while the other three stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.
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Eleventh grade was incredibly non-descript. I did a lot of the same things I imagine most teenage boys did in the early 2000s in a big city – smoking pot, drinking when I could get my hands on alcohol, and just trying to get action wherever and whenever I could.
I was still carrying on my sexual relationship with Mrs. Curtis, one of the Phys. Ed. Teachers at my school, during the school year, and I have to admit that she was the best fuck I had probably had to that point. By the time I was seventeen and finishing eleventh grade, I had probably slept with around twenty or so different girls and women. I never really thought about why at the time, but thinking back, I have eventually understood that women talk, and the blessing in my pants was something a small number of experienced young women were after. None of them compared to my experiences with Mrs. Curtis, though, not even the threesome I had had with my best friend’s sister and one of her friends. I think a big part of it was the risk of getting caught – we almost always were going at it on school property somewhere, save for the odd time where we met in one of our cars.
Summer had approached entirely too quickly – I spent most of my three months off working for my dad, doing whatever needed to be done around the office. I was essentially the coffee bitch and ended up filling in as the secretary for a month after the one who worked there abruptly quit without reason.
I never was one to look forward to the first day of school, and this year was barely different. The allure of being a senior was moderately enticing, and getting to have a senior’s common area with couches and tables to hang out in before school and during spare periods was pretty relaxing. Other than that, though, I was really not looking forward to the promise of spending most of the nine months learning about stuff that wouldn’t even be relevant to my educational path beyond high school. Above all, however, I was least looking forward to going through another school year without a girlfriend. I had been with a few women multiple times, not really bouncing between women, but sticking with one for a few weeks or a month, and I was genuinely starting to feel like I was missing something.
Sex is always welcome in my life, but most of my guy friends had been going steady with someone for at least half a year at this point, and I was starting to feel like a bit of an extra wheel whenever we’d go places. We would have dinner for five or seven, and most of my guy friends were too busy most of the time. By the time September rolled around, I was feeling pre-emptively dejected about how I would fare as a senior.
As I parked across the street from school on orientation day, picking up my schedule and books, my heart jumped a few beats. There was Emily, my first girlfriend. The girl who had taken my virginity and shared most of my first experiences with the fairer sex.
“Oh my God, Rob!” she screamed as she ran up to me, hugging me tightly like she hadn’t been gone the last eighteen months.
I was at a complete loss for words. This was the girl who meant everything to me. This was the girl I first thought I loved, though in reality, she was just the first female to accept me into her bed, so that probably played a big part in those feelings.
“What are you doing here?” I finally managed to spit out.
“Nice to see you too, Rob,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I convinced my parents to let me finish school at home so I would have an easier time applying to universities. They agreed that it would also be nice if I could graduate with the friends I’ve had for most of my life.”
“I’m so happy to see you, you have no idea,” I was beaming at her.
“Look, I’m on my way home, but let me know if you want to get together,” she proposed.
“Is that ok with your parents? The last time your mom saw me…” I mumbled, remembering the awkward situation that led to Emily being taken out of school in tenth grade.
“Look, Rob, they know I’m turning eighteen in a few months, and they know they can’t stop me from being promiscuous. They really like you do, my dad always thought you were super polite and respectful. Part of the condition for me being allowed to be at school again is that I put school first, but they’re fine with me having a boyfriend – it’s probably better than me sleeping around.”
“I’d love to see you, then. I’ve really missed you, Emily… you have no idea how much.”
Grabbing my hand in hers, she began writing on it, “Here’s my new cell phone number. Text me later, and maybe you can come over for dinner tonight. I’ll try to smooth things out with my mom before you come over!”
I hug her again, and she lifts her head, kissing me lightly on the lips, before running off to catch up to Alexa, her ride home.
I went into the school and got my schedule, saying hello to some friends on the way and meeting a few of the new faculty members. I grabbed some pre-application forms for university, and made my way to the gym.
Knocking on the door, I poked my head inside to see Mrs. Curtis chatting with some student I didn’t recognize, as well as two older people I imagine where this girl’s parents.
“Oh and this my star athlete, Rob!” Mrs. Curtis said, with sarcasm that this family couldn’t detect.
“Hey, Mrs. Curtis, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll talk to you tomorrow or something,” I tell her, backing out of the room and apologizing to the family.
“No need, young man,” the father addressed me. “We need to get going as it is – Mrs. Curtis, it was nice to meet you, and I look forward to helping you with any lacrosse teams I can!”
“Thank you very much, Mr. Stevens. Have a great day!” She follows them to the door, closing it behind them. She clicks the lock shut, and slowly turns around biting her lip.
“Look, Mrs. Curtis, as much as I’d definitely love to right now, there’s a more important reason I came down to the gym. Emily is back in town, and is finishing school as a senior here.”
“Yes, I heard about that, Rob. Are you going to try to get back together?”
“I think she wants to – I just ran into her across the street, and… I don’t know, I just feel like this is something I should maybe not be doing if I have a steady girlfriend. Especially since you’re the reason she’s been gone.”
“I’m still sorry about that, Rob. I think it’s worked out pretty well for the both of us in the meantime, though. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Melanie, we both know that what goes on here is fucking incredible. That’s not my concern. I can’t be having sex with you if me and Emily get back together.”
“Are you back together yet?” she asked me, pulling at my cock through my trousers.
“Well, not technically, I guess, but today isn’t really a good day to be doing this sort of thing is it? There could be new students touring the building, or you may get called to go meet someone.”
“So you’re not technically dating again, yet. And judging by Mr. Hard in your pants, he doesn’t seem to think it makes a difference either way.”
“You can’t seriously expect me to keep fucking you the entire school year if I do end up having a serious girlfriend!”
“I don’t expect you to, Rob. Right now, though” she trailed off, dropping to her knees and unzipping my pants.
Grabbing her under the arms, I lifted her back up gazing down into her eyes.
“Mrs. Curtis. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, because what we’ve had has been better than anything else I’ve had, but I don’t think I can do this. I think I might actually have feelings for her, and I can’t just do something like this without feeling bad about it.”
Her hand snaked its way into my pants, circling my hard cock to the best of her ability.
“Look, Rob, I know things are going to have to change. But… maybe we could just have one last time? Right now. I need it, and you obviously need it,” she responds, once again dropping to her knees.
As my head enters her mouth, I look down at her, her eyes locked onto mine, fucking me with them as well as she’s fucking me with her mouth.
“This is the last time, then. You promise?” I ask her, not entirely sure if I even care as the suction feels heavenly.
“We’ll see,” she grins up at me, before taking my cock into her throat.
“Mrs. Curtis to the front desk please, Mrs. Curtis to the front desk.” She’s being paged over the PA system.
“Fucking timing,” she pouts after pulling my cock out of her mouth.
Pulling me by my cock behind her, she drops her pants and leans over the chair, picking up the phone. Looking at me, she tilts her head to ask what I’m waiting for.
Lining up my cock with her pussy, I slide it along, spreading some wetness to make sure it goes in smoothly.
“This is Mrs. Curtis – I’m kind of indisposed at the moment,” she says into the phone, looking back at me and licking her lips. “I realize you need me at the front desk, but I’m having – OW. As I was saying, I’m having some female issues and need a few minutes in my office to compose myself. I will be up as soon as I can, thank you!”
Looking back, she smacks my arm – retaliation for pinching her nipples through her shirt.
“You should probably be wearing a bra then,” I laugh, as I shove my cock into her now soaked pussy.
“Oh fuck, this is what I’ve been missing all summer,” she moans.
I gently ease myself in about halfway, allowing her to reorient herself to my size. Pulling her hair, I grab her neck, and bite hard on her ear.
“There’s no time for this Rob, just FUCK ME already,” she half yells.
I oblige, starting to pump in and out of her hot grasp, grabbing her arm behind her to get a better rhythm going. She squeezes my cock hard with her pussy, obviously meaning that I do really need to make this as fast as possible.
Being that I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks at this point, that was no problem. I fucked her hard and fast, and within five minutes, I was dumping my load in her, panting heavily and leaning on her as my cock kept pulsing.
“You never go soft do you?” she asked. “I wish we had more time, but you’re going to have to take care of that yourself, or just shove it back in your pants for now.”
Grabbing my chin, she pulls me towards herself, kissing me gently. Holding my still sticky cock in her hand, she looks me in the eyes and smiles, knowingly.
“If you get back together with Emily, I want you to know that you can still come visit me as often as you need, Rob. If she’s being a bitch, or not giving you any on the regular, and you need to cum, just come see me. I mean it. You can be as faithful as you want, but you’re seventeen still. You’ve been fucking pretty regularly, and you need to cum a lot from my experiences with you. So, if you ever feel the need, come visit. I’d spread these legs for you any time, sweety.”
With that, she pulled her pants up, but not before dipping a couple fingers in her pussy and bringing them out with both of our juices on them. Savoring the taste, she was still licking them after we had left the room and she was walking towards the stairs.
——-
Later that afternoon, I had texted Emily concerning that evening’s plan, and was told to come over to her house around seven for dinner with her family. I showed up with flowers for Emily’s mother, hoping to lessen the blow of seeing my face for the first time since our incident almost two years ago.
“Hello, Rob, nice to see you!” Emily’s mother greeted me somewhat enthusiastically.
“Hi, it’s very nice to see you. These are for you,” I handed her the flowers.
“Oh they’re beautiful! I’ll go put them in some water – come in, come in!”
Honestly. I felt a little uneasy about this hello. The last time Emily’s mom had seen me, her daughter had my cum on her, and I was still mostly hard, standing completely naked a few feet away from her.
“Hey Rob,” Emily squealed, bounding down the stairs towards me. Jumping into my arms, she hugged me tight for the second time that day. She looked up for a kiss, but I turned away, motioning that her parents were standing right behind her.
“That’s ok, Rob, we know you two haven’t seen each other in a long time.” Her dad was staring at me coldly, despite the approving words he had just offered.
Dinner was relatively uneventful – I was polite as always, and explained that I was excited about my senior year starting the next day. I was lying, but I felt that it would be encouraging for them to know that I was very interested in school, and looking forward to getting into a good university. In reality, I got on the honor roll every year, but I never really put any effort into school. I did homework and paid attention in class, and that sufficed most of the time.
After dinner, Emily and I were still sitting on the back deck, although we had moved a little closer together, and I had my arm around her. We were kissing, and generally just being civil – keeping it decent, just in case anyone came back outside or was watching from a window above – until Emily leaned over and grabbed my cock through my pants whispering how much she had missed it since she’d been gone.
“You know I haven’t even fucked since I’ve been gone, Rob?”
“How could I know that, babe?”
“I missed you both so much,” she giggled.
“I missed you too. I knew I did, but I didn’t really know how much until I saw your face earlier.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet. We’re gonna have such a great year together, I promise,” she cooed in my ear. “You better get going soon, though. It’s getting late for a school night, and I have to at least try to make a good effort for the first day.”
“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then. It’s a date,” I winked to her.
Lying in bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. Normally the last night before school, I couldn’t sleep because I was dreading the hell that would be the next nine months of my life. This time, I couldn’t sleep because I was too busy grinning to nobody and thinking about how truly wonderful this year could end up being with Emily back in my life.
——
The next day, I woke up from just a couple hours of sleep, managing to find my way to school.
As I walked in the side door to the senior’s locker area, I got bear hugged off the ground from behind by my best friend Bill.
“Hey fucker, I heard Emily’s back in town! You gonna pick up where things left off?”
“I think we’re going to try and see how things go ya,” I laughed, as he carried me over to and threw me on the couch.
“What’s your schedule like, dude? Do we have any classes together?”
“Probably just music,” I replied, “unless you decided to stop taking sciences, or I decided to start taking them.
“Well engineering is going to be a bitch to get into, so I’m in if a course has AP available, I’m in it.”
“Have fun, man,” I responded. “I still don’t know why you want to be an engineer, but if you want to, good luck.
Bill had always been an athletic, good-looking guy. He was popular with the ladies, but also with teachers because he always made time from our goofing off to study and do exceedingly well in school.
“What are you doing after school?” Bill asked.
“I have that fucking band tryout.”
“We have to tryout for band now? I thought it was mandatory?”
“No, dude, the student rock band. They need a bassist because Kendra graduated last year,” I reminded him.
“Oh ya, I forgot you were doing that.”
I had started playing bass for fun in the spring of that year. I had always been musical, preferring it to the other fine arts at school, and was always the go to guy for the percussion section in our ensembles. I decided to start playing bass, and had practiced a fair amount – hopefully enough to get the part. My mentor had been nagging me towards the end of my junior year to get more involved at school in order to have more to put on my applications this year – student rock band was my first step.
I was putting my stuff away in my locker when a hand reached around me and covered my eyes. Spinning around, I grabbed the culprit and quickly saw that it was Emily. I pulled her in close and hugged her to me, which was the extent of what we were able to do in school. They had a very strict PDA rule, and a few of the older teachers made sure it was enforced to the nth degree.
“Are you ready for day one, babe?” She teased me.
“Of course, nothing would make my life more complete than another nine months of school,” I answered dully, as the first bell rang, warning us to get to class.
“I have law and history before lunch,” I told Emily, intending to tell her I’d see her during lunch.
“I do too!” She cut me off. “We should try to talk Mr. Halman into letting us go a few minutes early for lunch since it’s the first day back and we have such stressful lives we need to escape from,” she said as we walked towards our first class of the year.
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As we walked out of class a few minutes before the lunch bell rang (Emily had worked her charms to get her way, as usual), Emily grabbed my hand and told me to meet her outside immediately so we could go get lunch before all the other people got out of class.
As I walked outside a minute later, her beauty floored me once again. She had taken off her dress shirt, and was wearing a super tight gray tank top with her kilt rolled up so you could see her panties clearly if she bent over.
“Let’s go, already,” she whined, wanting to get off the property as fast as possible.
As we climbed into my awesome minivan, I asked her where she wanted to eat, as there were a number of crappy fast food chains in the area, as well as a mall with a large food court only a few minutes away.
“Let’s go get street meat from the guy near the soccer field,” she told me.
Five minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of the soccer field that our school leased for the autumn season. We ate our hot dogs, Emily seeming to scarf hers down like she hadn’t eaten in months.
Before I could even finish my hot dog, she grabbed my hand and pulled me back towards my van.
“Babe, I’m still eating,” I told her.
“Well finish up quick, because I have two years worth of horniness to get out of my system and we only have forty minutes until we need to get back to school,” she said, unbuckling my belt and fishing my flaccid member out.
As I finished my hot dog, Emily took off her tank top and unpinned her kilt, letting me see her beautiful figure. She had definitely gained a bit of weight in both of the right places, and was curvier than I remembered. Later she told me she’d finally broken a C cup, and was obviously proud about her curves.
I grabbed her blonde ponytail, and forced her to my quickly hardening cock. As I pulled my pants off, she had already managed to get me hard as a rock, and was fondling my balls at the same time.
She undid her bra and pulled off her panties all the while keeping me in her mouth, albeit sloppily.
“Babe, I hate to stop blowing you, because I think we’ve both missed my blowjobs, but I need you in me now,” she moaned.
I felt a momentary pang of guilt, remembering how she hadn’t had sex in nearly two years, while I was getting regular sex during the school year from the woman who had gotten her sent away in the first place, not to mention the twenty-odd other girls and women I had been inside since she had left.
Emily lay on her back in the middle of my van (I had removed the two bucket seats, so there was only two front seats and a back bench – a trick I had learned for those times when I drank too much and was not afforded the opportunity to sleep inside at whatever party we were at), beckoning me to her with her finger.
As I lay on top of her, and put the tip of my cock in, her long legs wrapped around me, urging me to fuck and fuck hard.
Emily had never been one for ‘making love’, so to speak – she was more interested in just having a good fuck since the first time we had done the deed. I had learned a few things since she’d been gone, however, and started to put them into practice, wondering where her objections might be, if they even existed.
As I drove my hard cock in and out of her incredibly tight pussy, I hunched over and grabbed her tit, biting her nipple hard, causing her to scream in ecstasy. She began to claw at my back, and probably would have drawn blood if I had taken my beater off.
After a few minutes of abusing her nipples, she asked me to fuck her from behind, which I was more than happy to do.
Getting on her knees, I got above her, with my legs in front of hers, and tilted my pelvis back to allow myself to hit against her G-Spot with every thrust. Her pussy walls were soon contracting as she came all over my cock, liquid dribbling out between us in the few spaces that existed.
Pinching her nipple, I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her back, causing her to arch backwards. Taking this opportunity, I bit her neck right above her collarbone, causing a second quick orgasm to erupt juices all over our legs.
“Holy fuck!” She wailed, feeling two years of sexual frustration quickly release during repeated climax.
As I was getting ready to shoot my load somewhere, she had her third orgasm.
“CUM IN ME!” She screamed at me, a departure from her usual preference of face or breasts – probably for the best since we had more classes in the afternoon.
Taking her cue, I unloaded what had to be a dozen strong shots of my semen into her throbbing, hot pussy. It felt like it as never going to end, and she was still quivering from her latest orgasm, as I continued to tease her nipples after my own orgasm had abated.
“Holy fuck, Rob, that was better than anything I remember in my life,” she gasped for air.
Leaning against the back bench seat, I grabbed a towel that was conveniently laying there, and started to wipe the sweat off my face and body.
Before I could wipe my cock off, Emily pushed my hand away, taking it in her mouth once more.
“Oh my God, we taste so good, babe,” she moaned.
In just seconds, I was rock hard again, and she was pushing the bench seat back, and straddling me.
“I don’t know if we have time for more, Emily,” I told her, glancing at my watch.
“I just need to cum once more,” she begged.
“So you want to cum again and I’ll just have a huge erection to hide in my pants for the next twenty minutes?” I laughed at her.
“Shut up and just do it, and I’ll make it up to you after school,” she said.
“I have band tryout after school,” I managed to get out before she clamped a hand over my mouth.
“We’ll figure it out, just fucking let me fuck you,” she yelled at me, getting a bit testy.
Only a couple minutes later, with me tweaking her nipples and slipping my middle finger into her asshole as she rode me, her pussy was contracting on my cock again.
Climbing off after a few minutes of recovery, she started to get dressed, apparently being quite serious that I would just have to worry about my own hard on for a bit.
Somewhat agitated, I managed to pull my pants up, my cock obviously showing throw them, hard as can be, and composed myself, hoping there would be some relief before I had to walk back into school.
As we arrived, there was no one in the yard or on the deck at the school, so we were more than likely late for our afternoon classes. Third class of the day and she already had one tardy – definitely not a good way to impress the parents, but oh well. I was confident she’d make up some bullshit excuse about getting stuck in a long line at Wendy’s or something.
Before we got to the side door, she quickly pulled me close, giving me a kiss and telling me she’d wait for me to finish my tryout so we could finish what I didn’t get to, which put a bit of a smile on my face, but did not help the fact that I was still incredibly hard. Because of the trousers we had to wear at school, as well as my size, it was exceedingly obvious that I had a massive erection.
Fortunately, the locker area and halls seemed empty as I walked in a couple minutes later.
Turning the corner to my locker, I had a sudden sense of dread, as I saw a few teachers standing in between my locker and myself. Trying to quietly walk past without rousing suspicion, one of the teachers noticed I was probably late for class.
“Tardy on the first day, Mr. Stenson, tsk tsk” he scolded me.
“Err… ya, I uhhh…” Lying was obviously not my thing, as I was more concerned with hiding the situation in my pants.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Edinct,” I heard a familiar voice say from out of sight, “I’ll deal with him.”
Mrs. Curtis got up from a chair that was facing the other way in the senior lounge area, and told me to get my books for the next class and that I would be there momentarily after she had a word with me after the merits of being on time.
“Just follow me to my office, and I will write up your tardiness and you can be on your way,” she told me, walking away before I even grabbed my books.
Grabbing my books, I jogged to catch up to her, my still hard penis pushing against the restraint of my pants. I knew this was not going to be a pleasant interaction. Walking into the gym office, Mrs. Curtis shut the door behind me.
Sitting down at her desk, she starts writing on a piece of paper. Looking up at me, she asks why I’m late.
“I lost track of time is all. I was out for lunch,” I explain.
“It must have been a very exciting lunch,” Mrs. Curtis laughed.
“Pardon me?”
“You’re hard as a rock, and the way Emily looked when she walked in, you two probably spent the whole time fucking!”
“Well… uhhhh,” I stammered, unsure of what to say.
“It’s ok, I understand you young people, especially with what she gets to use,” she says, a twinkle in her eye as she stares at my groin. “I just can’t believe you’re still hard – you last longer than even I know, apparently.”
“Well she didn’t quite let me finish because we were going to be way late,” I managed to find my voice again.
“She left you all hard with nothing to do?”
“Well, we did fuck, and I came, but she started again, and came, and then we had to get back to school,” I described the last fifteen minutes.
“It’s a shame to let a nice hard cock go to waste… why don’t you come over here, Rob, and let me help you? The offer still stands, of course.”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea. Is it ok if you just write that tardy slip and I’ll get to class?”
“That’s fine with me. You don’t need a tardy slip, though. I’ll just explain that you were helping me do something and I needed you to stay a bit late. It’s going to be awfully embarrassing walking into your class with that tent in your pants, though,” she laughed at me.
“Well if it’s alright, maybe we can wait here for a couple minutes until things subside?”
“If you think you can stop from staying hard in here, be my guest,” she says as she leans back in her chair and spreads her legs, rubbing her hand on her pussy through her pants. “Don’t mind me, Rob. I can wait for a while,” she says slipping her hand inside her pants.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper to myself, realizing what’s about to happen.
After a minute passes, she asks if I’m ready to go, obviously phrasing the double entendre.
Closing her eyes, she starts to moan softly, and my cock starts to hurt from the pressure of the pants as well as the need to cum. Conceding defeat, I pull my cock out and start to stroke it.
Mrs. Curtis opens her eyes and wheels the chair over, taking the tip in her mouth – one day with my girlfriend again and I’m already the worst boyfriend on Earth.
“Mmmm,” she moans over my cock. “She tastes good, Rob,” she grins at me. “I don’t think we have time to really get into this, so let me just take care of you quickly, sweety,” she says and quickly devours my cock.
Moments later, I was cumming for the second time in the last half hour, and feeling guilty.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty boring, but my audition for the bass player in the student rock band went great, and I ended up getting the part on the spot. As I walked out of the audition, I headed to my locker to grab my bag, and to look for Emily, as she was probably expecting a ride home. It took me ten minutes, but I finally tracked her down in the library, doing some homework while she waited.
As we got into the van, she leaned over, and started to rub my cock through my pants, which I quickly stopped.
“I’m not feeling too well, Em – I think that street meat isn’t sitting very well with me,” I told her, which was a lie. I was still a little irritated with what had happened during our lunchtime tryst, as well as mad at myself for allowing Mrs. Curtis to manipulate me so easily. “I’m just gonna drop you off and head home, if that’s ok?”
“Of course, babe, I hope you feel better. I feel fine though, so maybe you’re just unlucky.”
“Must be something like that, ya,” I muttered, as I concentrated on navigating the rush-hour traffic.
One day in, and I could already tell that this year would be just as long as any other.
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Broken Birds Part 29

Part 29
Green Island – Lynne
Lynne and Ian dove the Great Barrier Reef. The clear water, bright sunlight and incredible fish life made them feel clean despite the salt. Both had dive skills, but they came to see it now as a shared passion.
They snorkeled and swam. Lynne began to believe in tomorrows with a man of her own.
On the fourth morning, Lynne woke to the aroma of a different man. She was in a double chaise lounge, Ian’s arms around her. She was clutching his morning erection through his pants. In the night, someone had covered them with a blanket.
“I didn’t dare move. You’re so incredibly beautiful,” Ian said softly. Lynne blushed, but gave the hard shaft a squeeze.
“Is that an invitation?” he said lightly, but meaning every word.
“No, a promise for tonight. I want to be fresh and ready for anything you might want.”
He saw she was serious and he smiled.
As she started to rise, Ian held her back, gently caressing her shoulders. His message was clear. He wanted tonight to be perfect too.
Inside she felt warm and treasured. She mentally explored the possibilities, imagining his hard body on hers. Time wouldn’t matter and she would not have to share him.
“Meet in an hour for some snorkeling?” Ian asked, pointing to the beach where masks, fins and snorkels were displayed.
“How about some food first? I starved.”
“Food it is! Meet at the restaurant in 1,” he said chuckling.
They had breakfast together. They sat in the restaurant for hours, talking about dreams and hopes. Ian delicately brought up the subject of her rapes, fearful that it might be an issue if they had sex.
Lynne had to be honest. This man seemed already a part of her. Ian held her hands in his.
“It was my father and brother. They tied me up and raped me several times over the period of a couple of weeks. When my Mom found out, she sent me to a boarding school to protect me,” she said simply, reliving the horror in her mind.
He watched her carefully, seeing the pain and the terror.
“Are you OK now? I mean have you dealt with it?” Ian felt inadequate, an unusual feeling for him.
She smiled sadly, “I think so. I’ve got a wonderful family, a great therapist and a marvelous lover. But I won’t really know until tonight,” she brightened, “until I feel you inside me.”
Ian felt his cock rage. He chuckled. And started to drink his tea.
“You’re laughing at me?” she said in mock indignation.
Ian chocked, spitting out a mouthful of tea.
“No, no,” he chocked out, “I have a raging hard on thinking about tonight. I had to get my mind off sex.”
She seemed mollified. “Tell me what you want to do tonight,” she said seriously. Lynne wanted the words to paint a picture for her.
“How about we go to your room and I’ll describe everything as I do it with you? If I tell you sitting here, I’m afraid I’ll cum in my shorts.”
A feral light shone through her eyes. “Come to my room in an hour. The hell with waiting!”
She left first. Ian had to wait for his erection to subside. His shorts still had a wet spot when he went to his room to shower and prepare.
Lynne knew Ian the lawyer was likely to be on time, so she hurried.
She showered, gave herself two enemas, douched and shaved. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt, brushing out her long, wavy brown hair when she heard his knock. Instead of putting on the negligee she had intended, she answered in the t-shirt. She’d be naked soon anyway and she felt good about being dressed only in her birthday suit.
Ian stood there with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a single red rose and a stunned smile. Lynne was gorgeous!
She pulled him inside, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him with a passion even she did not know she possessed.
Ian put the bottle, glasses and rose on the dresser while returning her kiss. He took her into his arms with practiced precision. Somehow, though, this felt different.
When they broke, wonder and lust danced through her dark eyes.
Still holding her, Ian looked into those marvelous brown eyes. “First, I want to see you naked,” Ian said, remembering his promise, “I want to imprint the image of your body on my heart.”
Lynne gasped, wondering how he knew she needed the words. She stepped back and threw off the t-shirt. She cupped her B cup breasts with their hard nipples, kneading them and lifting them toward her full lips.
When he reached for her, she held him off.
“I want to feel your hands squeeze and caress my breasts while you suck and lick my nipples.”
Her hand dropped to her groin. She sensuously ran a finger along the visibly wet cleft between her outer labia. “I want to feel you inside me, stretching me, making me cum and filling me with your cum.”
Her hand went to her ass. “I want to feel you in my ass, stretching me, claiming me for your own. I want to feel your shaft with my mouth and these lips,” she said running a finger across her lips.”
“Now, I want to see your cock, to taste it, to caress it with my tongue.”
Ian stripped quickly, his cock raging.
She knelt before him, took his shaft in her small hand and looked into his eyes.
“Lick it Love,” he said softly, “taste the cock you will taste thousands of times in our future.”
She licked the shaft from his balls to the little triangle of nerves on the underside of the head, her eyes never leaving his.
“Now take it between your lips into your beautiful mouth.” Her mouth engulfed the head of his formidable manhood. Her tongue twirled around the head in a practiced dance of lust.
“That’s it, my cock sucking woman. Make love to my cock.” Ian moaned at the pleasure, both physical and emotional, watching his cock slowly disappear into her mouth and eyes.
“One day you will give me your throat, letting my cock shoot my cum into your stomach.” Ian had never been deep throated.
Lynne craned her neck, took a deep breath and opened her throat as Shoshana had taught her years ago. Lynne slowly took his entire shaft into her throat, caressing it with her esophageal muscles.
“Oh my God, that’s incredible, Love,” Ian was in heaven.
She pulled back to breathe. He pulled here up and into a long, deep kiss.
“You mean in my throat like that?” she said giggling.
She strode to the stereo and hit play. She led him to her bed. He picked her up and laid her gently on the sheets, inhaling her fresh scent. He lay beside her.
“I’ve never had a woman take me in her throat before,” he said in wonder.
“Any other fantasies you want to try,” Lynne’s confidence soared, “I want this to be so special today.”
He kissed her in a way she had never been kissed before. He started gently grazing her lips. She wanted more. Her lips parted, her tongue began to explore his mouth while he caressed it with his tongue. Then it was his turn to explore her teeth and palette. His hand found her very wet pussy, teasing open the slit between her inner lips. He began to caress her clit with a gossamer touch.
She ripped her mouth from his moaning loudly.
He dropped his head to her breast, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Lynne gasped and had trouble keeping her breathing rhythm. He captured her clit between thumb and forefinger.
“There,” she cried out, her body beginning to tremble.
He bit down gently on her nipple.
“Yes!” she screamed, feeling her muscle neurons begin to misfire, “YES!”
He simultaneously slid a curled finger in her pussy, rubbed her clit with his thumb and bit down on her nipple.
“IANNNNNNNNNNNN!” she screamed as her climax exploded in her brain and through her body.
He kept caressing her, biting her nipples and impaling her. She kept cumming, crying out his name.
Finally, exhausted, she pushed his hands from her pussy, lying back in his arms, sweating and trembling.
After regaining her senses, she levered onto her side and looked into Ian’s eyes. She saw a look she’d only ever seen between Michael and Beth.
She slid down Ian’s body, slobbering over the cock head. She took it in her throat while watching his eyes. The pleasure was too much. On the fourth stroke, he started to shake. She realized he was calling her name!
His cock began to spasm shooting copious amounts of his seed directly into her stomach. She pulled back to get some of his semen in her mouth.
When he finished, she sat on her feet, leaned over, her breasts dangling provocatively. She opened her mouth showing him his milky cum on her tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed, opening after to show him her clean mouth.
Despite having just had a massive ejaculation, Ian’s cock remained hard. He knew it was probably the little blue pill he’d taken, but it was also this incredible sensual woman.
“I’m too sensitive to take care of this monster right now, but let’s try something,” she said maneuvering to straddle his cock, facing his feet.
She slowly impaled herself. Fortunately, though Ian’s cock was formidable, it was not as large as Michael’s. There was none of the initial pain Michael’s monster always caused her. She swung her legs atop Ian’s and lay back, trusting him to catch her. He did.
Now back to chest, she swung her hair to one side, his lips close to her ear.
“Now tell me your fantasies,” she said sternly, “Every one of them.”
His hands caressed her breasts and nipples as he spoke
“I want to cum inside you without a condom, feeling our juices mix. I want to stretch your ass and cum in your mouth. That’s a big one with me. I’ve seen it on the Internet, but I never met a woman who’d do ass to mouth.”
“You have now,” she said in a deep, sultry voice. She felt him harden in her tunnel.
“I’d like to see you go down on another woman, making her cum.”
“Can we save that one for tomorrow night? I want only you tonight.” She giggled.
“What about you? What are your fantasies?”
“I’ll tell you later, you haven’t finished. All of them.”
He told her all of them, the threesomes, swinging, sex beneath the skies, double penetration, but it was his final fantasy that imprinted on Lynne’s heart.
“I want to watch our children enter this world.”
They lay joined for a long time. Neither wanted the moment to stop.
She felt his cock start to deflate, “So, who do you want me to lick?”
His cock sprang to life, imagining the scene.
“What about Jessica?” she was the resort entertainment director. Jennifer had medically cleared all the staff as well as the guests just in case.
“I’ll ask her tonight,” Lynne said as she wiggled her ass. She slid off him and took his shaft back in her mouth and throat, “We taste amazing together,” she said in her sensual voice.
He was very hard again.
She went to the bed stand and retrieved some strawberry tasting lubricant. She squeezed some into her palm and handed the lube to Ian as she wiggled her ass by his hand.
She applied the lube to his shaft, he to her puckered starfish. He poked a lubed finger into her ass with gentle care, then two, stretching her nether hole.
Finally, he knelt behind her and slowly moved forward. She tensed at first contact, but immediately relaxed. She gasped when the head pushed through her sphincter. Ian moved slowly, letting her channel stretch and relax.
“Your ass is so hot and tight, Love, it’s incredible!”
“Take my ass, make it yours, ram that enormous cock into my little hole.” Lynne was turning herself on, “I need to feel your balls slapping my pussy, NOW.”
Finally he was all the way in. He tried to be gentle, but Lynne was having none of it. She pulled forward and rammed herself back on his cock. Ian responded, grabbed her hips and began to slam into her.
“Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Stretch my ass! Make it yours!”
After a dozen strokes, he exclaimed, “I’m about to come!”
Instantly Lynne pulled away, reversed herself and took his shaft in her mouth, sucking it ferociously, letting it slide back into her throat. Seeing her throat expand with his cock sent Ian over the edge and into an epic orgasm. String after string of cum shot down her throat. Once again, she pulled back a little letting the last of his semen rest on her tongue to be displayed and swallowed.
They rested, sipping champagne, talking about dreams and hopes.
She told him about her family without names or origins. With his connections, he could probably find out, but she told him that it could do enormous harm to some of them and would mean she would never see them again. Though curious, Ian saw the real terror in her eyes, drowning his curiosity.
He told her about his life. He’d traveled extensively and had spent a year at Oxford, though he was by no means a scholar. He’d toured the States, Canada, Mexico, Thailand, Russia, Europe and South Africa, never finding the peace of his native Australia. Lynne world began to grow in his arms, to see the places she desperately wanted to visit through his words.
After a while, they lay in each other’s arms and dozed. Her eyes snapped open. She noticed him looking at her with a strange expression.
“What’s up?”
“I realized I never said it,” he said softly, “I love you Lynne.”
Lynne happily walked through the doorway in her heart from Michael to Ian. Michael would understand.
She slowly took off her commitment ring and placed it on the dresser, “I love you Ian. I love you in a way I have never loved a man before. Please believe that. I can’t explain it, but I love you so much.”
“Now come in my pussy without a condom.”
That evening, Lynne saw the pained expression on Alice’s face and the fury in Beth’s eyes. Neither could penetrate the armor of her love. She wasn’t indifferent, but Ian was now her man and she wanted to be his entire world.
The initial wave of frantic play over the first two days had smoothed into a comfortable atmosphere, making Jessica’s job easy. She planned two parties each night, one at the day visitor pool where she had dancing music, beer and wine. At the private pool she had more mellow music and a full bar. Tonight, she was a bit tired, so she went to the private bar.
She saw Ian and Lynne, now clearly a “couple”. They waived her over to their table. A thrill went through Jessica. While technically not a lesbian, she was close. And Lynne was hot. Had she known the plan, Jessica would have been astonished. Ian was a hunk. Several of the girls had cursed when he attached himself to Lynne.
“Hi!” Jessica said with more energy than she really had, “You guys look happy!”
They looked in each other’s eyes. She giggled. He chuckled. Jessica thought they had that freshly fucked aura about them.
“We made love all day,” Lynne said, getting the elephant in the room out in the open. Jessica’s smiled brilliantly. Lynne continued, “Wanna join us tomorrow night?”
Shock registered in her eyes. She couldn’t have heard that right, “and do what?” in a whisper.
“Let me lick your pussy and have you lick mine. We can go from there,” Lynne said in a soft woman’s voice.
Ian marveled at Lynne’s honest, direct approach to the world. Only later would he discover that it had been copied from Michael’s personal ethics and habits.
“If you’re serious, I’d love to,” Jessica said in a warm voice.
“Oh, take a couple of enemas too. My tongue likes to travel around the world.”
Having secured Ian’s fantasy for tomorrow, Lynne took him to the beach to fulfill one of hers. They began to make gentle love on the beach. In her mind it had been wonderful. Unfortunately, the reality of sand and mosquitoes and gnats ruined it. They finished in her room.
Lynne’s acceptance of Ian’s desires opened a doorway for him to a universe of sensuality. He took Lynne through it with him.
Ian moved his things to Lynne’s room for the remainder of the vacation. After a fabulous day of snorkeling and lounging, they went to shower off the salt before preparing for Jessica.
They’d seen her throughout the day, of course, and the sexual tension hummed between them. Having finished snorkeling, Lynne went to shower in the day visitor pool locker room. Jessica saw her go in and followed.
Lynne smiled broadly when she entered. Jessica strode directly to her, slid an arm around her waist and pulled Lynne to her. Jessica’s eyes were aflame with desire. Lips met willing lips. A soft kiss morphed into an inferno of need. Jessica had seen a great deal of sex this past five days and she was beyond horny. Lynne felt her need and dropped her hand to Jessica’s pussy. Lynne giggled into Jessica’s mouth. Jessica was dripping!
Jessica’s lips were on fire with need. It filled her. Coupled with anticipation for the night, she was a wreck.
Lynne pulled her to the dressing room and locked the door. Lynne pulled Jessica’s one-piece suit off her shoulders, pulled it down and off. She pushed Jessica to the seat, spread her legs and knelt on the soft, padded floor.
Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy like a ravenous animal, licking, sucking and gently biting. Jessica moaned, gasped and squealed her delight. Lynne’s hands kneaded Jessica’s C cup breasts with their rock hard nipples. Jessica pulled Lynne to her clit. Lynne sucked it into her mouth and bit down gently while her tongue whipped the engorged button mercilessly.
Jessica screamed in orgasm, but Lynne continued until several screams later, Jessica pushed her away. Lynne’s knees started to hurt, so she stood and caressed Jessica’s shoulders.
“You taste great!”
Jessica looked up with wonder in her eyes. They smiled at each other and left the room to the showers to get the salt off them, talking about the night to come.
Lynne inserted a finger in Jessica’s pussy before they exited. Jessica still leaked excitement.
Ian waited patiently at the pool, rising as they approached.
“Open wide,” Lynne said inserting her finger in his mouth, “This is what Jessica tastes like.” Jessica giggled, the flame of passion burst bright again.
Jessica joined them for dinner, the spotlight clearly on Lynne. Both Ian and Jessica wanted her and were obviously trying to seduce her. They both succeeded beyond their wildest dreams.
Jessica and Lynne left to get ready. Ian would give Lynne an hour before returning to their room. Lynne hated to be rushed. Ian wondered if he would fulfill two of his fantasies tonight.
Beth and Kat came to his table. He started to rise, but Kat gently pushed him back into his seat. “Can we join you?” Kat asked with a slight southern US accent.
“Sure,” Ian said apprehensively. He knew they were upset at his relationship with Lynne.
“I want to apologize,” Beth said, “I was angry with Lynne, thinking of my Dad and how he’ll miss her. Don’t misunderstand me, he will, but when he sees her so alive and full of love, he’ll be OK.” She extended her hand. He took it. Kat jumped into his lap and kissed his cheek. “Just be good to her. She’s a keeper.”
When he got to their room, Lynne had a towel around her body and another around her hair. She’d just finished shaving for the night’s activities.
“Had an interesting hour, Love,” she looked at him quizzically, “Beth and Kat talked with me for awhile. Then Alice came over. They apologized for being upset and told me they had never seen you so happy so Michael won’t have a problem. They asked me to tell you.”
She flew into his arms. If Beth apologized, it would all be set right. The guilt that had hidden in her heart evaporated.
He took his shower, shaved and put on linen pants with a drawstring. He was Commando beneath.
When he came out, he was surprised to see condoms on the bed stand. Two fantasies might be explored tonight.
Lynne simply sparkled with joy. She already felt Ian was her husband, her one and only. That didn’t mean they could not share their bodies, but they would never share their hearts.
She wore a thin dressing gown with a sash tied loosely. She was one tug from being naked. Her makeup screamed sex. Her long flowing hair was pulled into a single thick ponytail as she anticipated a good deal of oral play and didn’t want her hair in the way.
They barely heard the gentle knock. Brown eyes met gray in thrilled anticipation. Lynne hit play and music filled the room.
Jessica looked fabulous. During the day, she wore little makeup since she was frequently in the water. Now she looked a flawless, green-eyed beauty. She wore a beach cover-up, thong and beach sandals. She wore her thick, blonde hair pulled into a ponytail.
Ian handed her a flute of champagne. Lynne joined them, “To a night of wonder.” They drank.
Lynne took Ian’s hand and led him to a chair. “You get to watch until we ask you to join,” Lynne said releasing her inner slut.
When she turned around Jessica wore only her birthday suit. Lynne tugged her sash and joined her. Each held the other with one arm while the other hand explored the mysteries of the other woman.
Jessica had almost been a world-class runner until a knee injury had ended her career. She had an athlete’s confidence. She kept in shape in the gym, pools and ocean at the resort. Her ass was well muscled, beautifully shaped and rounded without any cellulite. Her c cup tits were full and topped with pink aureoles and long, now hard nipples.
The kiss ended with Jessica leading Lynne to the bed, positioning her so Ian could see. Jessica took her time, kissing every erogenous zone only women can find. By the time Jessica reached her breasts, Lynne was in a universe of pleasure, her nipples steely while her pussy streamed fluid.
Jessica sucked her right nipple hard. Lynne stiffened and gasped. Jessica moved her right arm until her hand was just above Lynne’s sex. She extended her index finger with its long nail. She found the opening with the tip of her finger. Lynne moaned and began to tremble.
Jessica bit down on the nipple while dragging her fingernail gently up Lynne’s slit to her clit, flicking it just once.
Lynne screamed as her orgasm exploded through her.
Jessica levitated to between Lynne’s legs and began to suck her clit. She captured it in her teeth and tortured it with her tongue. The incredible sensations fueled multiple orgasms. Lynne thrashed, but kept pulling Jessica to her pussy.
Her leg cramped, pain fueling her final orgasm. “IIIIIIIIIANNNNNNNNNNNN!” and she collapsed.
Jessica helped her knead the cramp, stretching her leg out, toes up. It released.
Covered with Lynne’s juice, Jessica came to Ian and drew him into a very wet kiss. He surprised her, drawing her into a warm embrace as he licked Lynne’s fluid from her face and chest. His hands stayed around her waist and on her hip, but they hummed with sensuality. She looked into his eyes and surrendered her lips to his.
The small part of her that still liked men seemed to grow inside her.
“Hey bitch, don’t try to steal my man!” Lynne said it as a joke, but her eyes were deadly serious. She joined them in a three-way kiss. She tasted her own juice. She dropped her hand to find Ian’s cock. It was hard as steel.
“Jess, do you mind if he fucks me while I eat you?” she looked at Jessica whose eyes showed wonder. Lynne knew that look. “Or would you rather he joined both of us?”
Jessica’s eyes lit up. “Both.” A little part of Lynne cried out, ‘not again.’
Ian was no fool. He saw Lynne’s wounded eyes, but could not think of a way to change the course of the evening.
“Don’t I get my show first?” Ian asked, trying to give him time to think, “I want to watch the love of my life eat you. Then we’ll see where it goes.”
Lynne heard the love and reassurance. He’d offered to forego his fantasy for her feelings. She finally understood how Beth could share her father. ‘I’m being a little bitch,’ she thought.
She led Jessica to the bed. She reached out to Ian and had him sit close. She wanted to put on a good show for him to apologize. As he approached, she grabbed the pull string on his pants. Now they all wore the same clothing.
He sat next to Jessica while Lynne laid on her other side.
“If you want to play with Ian while I’m between your legs, go ahead,” Lynne said, smiling, “you’re going to taste him later, anyway.”
Ian understood. Lynne had defeated her inner demons.
He watched Lynne begin to kiss Jessica, a soft kiss of invitation. It grew into a fiery lip lock. Ian was forgotten. Incandescent need coursed through Jessica. Lynne matched her intensity. Finally they broke the kiss. Lynne pushed Jessica down.
“Get ready bitch, you’re mine tonight,” Lynne growled. She began to explore the exquisite woman. Ian watched his woman in awe of her raw sensuality. By the time Lynne reached Jessica’s pussy, the room reeked of sex. Jessica streamed lubricant and was gripping the sheets, her eyes closed in concentration.
Ian watched as his gentle Lynne attacked Jessica’s pussy with abandon. Jessica screamed as Lynne found her most sensitive nub. Two fingers opened her pussy lips. Ian saw Lynne’s tongue dart inside, her tongue collecting Jessica’s secret nectar. Lynne sucked the woman’s clit.
Jessica shrieked her climax.
Lynne bit down gently, whipping her tongue across her clit.
She came again with another earsplitting scream. Jessica gripped Lynne’s hair, holding her to her labia, grinding her pussy against Lynne’s mouth.
Another series of misfiring neutrons was followed by another, incoherent shriek.
She released Lynne’s head.
“Help me turn her over,” Lynne said.
Ian helped Lynne turn Jessica onto her stomach. Lynne’s face was covered with Jessica’s juice. Ian kissed her with a passionate desperation.
“Watch.”
Lynne’s tongue began to work down Jessica’s ass crack, kneading the firm muscles, spreading the cheeks to give her access to Jessica’s puckered starfish. Her tongue finally reached the nether opening.
Lynne’s hands pried the ass cheeks apart and began to caress the pink starfish with her tongue.
Jessica squealed weakly. Lynne looked at Ian, motioning to the lube on the bedside.
Even as her tongue caressed, Lynne began to add a finger to her instruments of pleasure, spreading strawberry lube around and finally in Jessica’s ass.
Jessica moaned. Lynne gently inserted one finger, using it to pry her anus open. She added a second heavily lubed finger.
Jessica came to life, coming to her knees. Lynne motioned Ian to kneel behind Jessica. Lynne lovingly lubed his cock. Ian finally understood. He positioned himself behind Jessica.
Lynne whispered something to her. Jessica shook her head, whispering a reply.
“Pussy first, then her ass, darling,” Lynne said too soft for Jessica to hear. She took his cock and slid it along her inner lips, parting them. Finding her opening, Lynne gently pushed him forward, “be very gentle. No condoms.”
Lynne lay on her back and squirmed beneath, her face inches from Jessica’s. They began an intimate kiss. Lynne didn’t have to watch to see what Ian was doing. It was plainly written on Jessica’s face.
Ian pushed forward a little. Her tunnel clutched at him. She was very tight. He moved forward when he felt her press back. He started to impale her. He felt something. Not believing, he pushed gently forward. His way was obstructed. She was a virgin! He felt Lynne’s fingers on his balls urging him forward.
He coiled and ripped through her hymen. Jessica shrieked her pain into Lynne’s mouth.
Ian pulled back and froze. He felt her channel desperately trying to adjust to his shaft. He’d heard her suppressed cry.
He felt her push back. He moved forward slowly and in tiny increments, each movement waiting for Jessica’s signal.
Finally she was fully impaled. She began to rotate her hips, grinding in rhythm to the music. Ian felt Lynne’s fingers on Jessica’s clit. Jessica danced in rhythm, caressing his cock deep inside her.
Jessica’s breathing became ragged. She lost her rhythm. Ian directed her hips. She began to climb the mountain of her climax. Ian willed himself to wait.
Jessica began to move in frantic patterns, slamming onto his cock. Ian met her passion. Lynne sucked Jessica’s nipples, frantically rubbing her clit.
Jessica let out a primal scream as she climaxed. Ian felt her tunnel flutter than grip his shaft in a death grip. His control failed.
“I’m cumming,” he announced.
Jessica ground her pussy against him, telling him to come inside her.
He exploded inside her. His spasming shaft triggered another violent climax. Jessica collapsed forward feeling Ian’s shaft slip from her pussy.
Lynne pounced and began caressing her leaking labia, tasting the mixed blood, semen and female juice until a weak voice begged, “enough.”
They lay exhausted, Jessica in the middle. Explanations would be for tomorrow, but Jessica looked at Lynne and quietly said, “Thank you, thank you. It was incredible,” Jessica looked at Ian who had wonder in his eyes.
He smiled and pulled Jessica close. “You are incredible. I’m sorry I hurt you, but you are so special. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much.”
Lynne surrendered her heart and soul to Ian that night.

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Rape Bait Part 2

Superheroine Trophy Wile Lets The Governor, The Democratic Party’s Official Donkey Mascot And Grunt The Dwarf Cuckold Her Husband

Donny N’ Marie

© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and Saxon Heart. All Rights Reserved. Posted with permission
Author’s note
This story was written by two randomly paired authors as part of a contest on an erotic story site. They took the premise of the contest and their real names first names, and came up with this story.

Meeting Amy

This is a new thing for me, it’s my first story, it’s a bit short, but let me know what you think, it’s the first part to a true story, it will move to fiction, let me know where you would like it to progress to, thank you

The Mom Incident

The Mom Incident
It started as a normal day for Ginger, her husband went to work and her son was off to school. The house work was always there and she wasn’t in the mood to clean today. Perhaps a visit to the new lingerie boutique at the mall was what she needed.
Upon arrival at the store she was amazed at the cost of there merchandise, my god she thought $95 for one outfit. It might be worth it as Russell her husband was more interested in golf these days then her.
Ginger was short five foot tall, around 145 lbs which had settled in her tits which were 36D’s and her ass. She had red hair, a great smile and as she had heard Russell’s friends say breeder hips. She enjoyed sex and not having any in six months was getting frustrating. Perhaps this outfit would spice her life up. After her purchase she stopped for a cup of coffee where the server tried to hit on her. Although she felt flattered he couldn’t have been more then 17 or 18, slightly older then her son.
He continued to make conversation and she noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Well at least he enjoys looking at me was her first thought. As she got up to leave he handed her a note which read, my name is Albert and a phone number. Smiling coyly at him she tucked the not in her bag, gave him a generous tip and headed for her car.
Once in the car she looked at the note. I should call him what harm can it do she thought, besides he liked looking at my tits. Dialing the number it rang three times before he answered with “Al here who is this”? Taking a deep breath she replied, “Hi I’m Ginger you gave me your number remember”? Al was shocked this was great, “Hi Ginger how are you”? “I’m fine, why did give me your name and number”? Al took a few seconds before answering. “How else can we go out if we don’t have each others phone numbers and names”? Go out with a 18 year old, Ginger what the hell are you thinking girl. “Well before we get ahead of our selves perhaps you can tell me a little about yourself”.
For the entire drive home he told her about how he had just quit school and wanted to become a musician. He took any job he could find where he worked during the day so he could work on his music at night. He explained he played best when he smoked pot, but only did it on an occasional base. He hadn’t had a girl friend in about a year and was looking for a date.
Ginger asked “Don’t you think I’m a little old for you”? Al laughed, “No way what are you thirty two or three”? This was a great compliment as she was going to be forty four on her birthday. She decided to lie and responded with “You guessed it thirty two”. She told him she was married but things weren’t going great and she needed outside interests. Al asked her what outfit she had bought at the boutique. Without any hesitation she replies, “Yellow bra and panties with black garter belt and stockings, and six inch heels”. “Wow I would sure like to see them on you”. She was giggling and coyly “Whispered perhaps someday.
They chatted for another few minutes, at that point Al asked her to come over to his place Friday night. “I’ll have to get back to you on that”. They both said good by and hung up.
It would be nice to go out on a date with a young guy she thought they have unbelievable stamina. How would I pull it off? From that point forward they talked at least twice a day. They became comfortable with each other and discussed getting together often. If only she could? The next two weeks went by with no opportunity for her to get away. Wednesday afternoon fate stepped in. She was cleaning when the phone rang it was Russell. “Hi honey, what’s up”? “Ginger they just asked me to go to our London office”. “Oh really, when”? “They want me to leave Friday, for the rest of the month to work on the Galaxo merger”. “Well we’ll talk about it tonight”. They hung up and she thought well now Al and I may be able to get together.
Thursday evening Russell packed for the long flight Friday and left at his usual time Friday morning. Her son Terry and her sat at the kitchen table discussing the trip and perhaps they would go over for a long weekend in a few weeks. Terry seemed up for the trip. Once he was gone she called Al. She explained they might be able to get together if wanted to. His delight was overwhelming he was so excited he could hardly contain himself. When, what time, what day, finally she cut him off and explained she would call later with the details. Before they hung up he asked “Any chance you can wear the outfit you bought at the boutique for me”? Her reply was “We’ll see”.
Terry got home from school at around two and was on the phone in his room for about twenty minutes before he came down stairs. “Mom, can I go with Stan’s family to there cabin tonight”? Well this was perfect both of them would be out for the weekend. “Sure honey, are they going to pick you up or do I have to drive you over”? “No they’ll be picking me up, his dad wants to get an early start to beat the weekend traffic”. “They’ll be here in about an hour”. “Ok go pack your stuff”.
No sooner had Terry left the house then she called Al. “Hi Al, I was wondering about getting together tonight, does that work for you”? “Sure does except my guitar player and I are putting the final touches on a new number we’ve been working on”. “Why not come over and listen to us”? “Afterwards we can get pizza”.
“Ok give me your address”. The next several hours she fixed herself and kept looking at the outfit. Oh hell put it on it makes you feel sexy so why not. Besides it’s not like your going to fuck him. Taking great pain to look her best she was ready to leave by 6:30.
Once in the car she called him and they chatted until she pulled up at his apartment. Parking the car she entered the building. She started looking for unit number 330. The unit was on the third floor at the end of the hall. Taking a deep breath she knocked and the door opened. Al stood there in boxer shorts and nothing else. “Hi Ginger”. He bent over and kissed her. “Come in, this is Frank”. The two exchanged hellos, “Ginger please sit down”. “You really look great”. “Thank you”. They were working on this particular part of a song and just weren’t getting it right.
Al went to the kitchen and brought back three large joints and beers, “We need to chill out for a while before we can get back to the piece”. Before she realized it they lit up. All three were smoking and talking about the music. Soon the pot was taking an effect as she was feeling very mellow and very horny.
Al told Frank about Gingers visit to the boutique, “Have you seen the outfit she bought”? “No” replied Al. “I sure would like to”. Ginger giggled the guys got up and came over and sat next to her on the sofa. Al leaned into her and kissed her full on the mouth, there tongues inter locked. Frank was messaging her left breast and her nipples were rock hard. Al removed his tongue and Frank put his tongue down her throat while Al messaged her right breast. She felt a warm wetness between her legs, this feels wonderful was her thought. This continued for at least ten minutes she was wet, hot and horny. Finally they all came up for air, Ginger was breathing very heavily as Al spoke. “Ginger did you bring the outfit”? Smiling coyly she stood up and asked, “Bathroom please”. As she headed for the bathroom she realized both guys had huge hard ons.
She entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, girl these guys are as horny as you are. They seem to have good size cocks and you did wear the outfit. She kept asking herself if I go out there in this outfit they will realize I’m in the mood. What should I do? I hope they have rubbers. Finally she made a decision five minutes later she emerged from the bathroom. Both guys gave her a big smile. Frank spoke first,” Ginger come sit here between us”. “Ok but do you like my look”? From the looks of the bulges she didn’t need an answer. She sat between them.
Frank kissed her breast and immediately starting rubbing her clit through her panties. She spread her legs so he could get easy access. Al unhook her bra and it fell to the floor, her nipples were rock hard and her breathing had quicken as she felt a wave starting to sweep over her. She moaned, grabbed Franks hand as she started to spasm with delight. Frank looked into her eyes, “Let’s go to the bedroom”. The three of them got up and went in the room. Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth “Ginger please take off your panties”? Hooking the waistband of the flimsy material she wiggled her hips and down they came. Before leaving the house she had trimmed her bush so it was nicely cropped. “You are beautiful”, said Frank. Ginger looked into his eyes, “Honey fuck me”. Frank laid her on the bed and she spread wide as he got between her legs. He rubbed his cock head up and down her wet pussy several time and then gently slipped the head in. She felt a slight pressure then he was in. He had a large cock, bigger then her husband. “Go slow baby, I need to get use to that big cock of yours”. He worked up and down slowly but continued to push deeper and deeper until he felt the bottom of her pussy. “Ugh oh” was all they heard from her as he was now balls deep and his pumping had quicken. Grabbing his shoulder and pulling him close she whispered, ”Baby shoot a big load deep in me please”. She just kept moaning until the wave of passion overtook her and she climaxed violently screaming with pleasure.
Frank exploded deep in her and it felt wonderful, hot cum was being pumped deep into her womb. They both lay there waiting for there breath to slow down.
Frank moved off and Al got between her legs, her pussy was leaking cum so his cock slipped right in with no trouble he went balls deep. “Honey you feel great pump slowly so we can enjoy it”. Al rhythm was slow at first the started to quicken. Her pussy was milking his cock, he pushed deeper, and she felt him stiffen and cum exploded out of his cock, hot cum once again flooding her womb. This caused another orgasm for her and she screamed and moaned with pleasure.
Al rolled off, she was really leaking cum. “Honey give me my panties so I don’t dribble all over the bed” Frank handed them to her and she pulled them on. “At least the cum will stay where you guys put it she said with a laugh”.
“Ginger you have one tight pussy it was great”. “Thank you Frank, your cock is really great”. “Both your cocks are really great”. “Right now my pussy isn’t as tight as it was as its very wet”. They all just sat there with big smiles. Ginger knew she needed that. “Ginger”? “Yes Frank” “How about a blow job”? “Well I suppose so on one condition”. “Which is” “You both fuck me again”.
“You’ve got a deal”.
Ginger got on her knees, she took Franks cock and kissed the head, swirled her tongue around it and took it deep in her mouth. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her for a blow job and she was going to do her best. She sucked it deeply while messaging his nut sack. She kept up a slow motion of in and out while her tongue swirled around the head. She felt a warm feeling between her legs, another orgasm was coming. He pace quicken, she sucked the cock as deep as she could, he grabbed her head and held it in place as he shot spurt after spurt in her mouth. She swallowed once and pulled her head back so the remaining cum filled her mouth. His dick went lips, looking up in his eyes she opened her mouth to show him the load, closed her lips and swallowed.
Al and Frank both smiled you like cum don’t you“? Her response was “I sure do, Al baby would you like a blow job”? Al was on his feet with his cock in her mouth instantly.
She sucked Al’s cock just as she had Franks and as his cum filled her mouth she had yet another orgasm. She thought she saw stars.
They sat on the bed looking at each other; all Ginger could think about was I hope they can fuck me again. After about two hours of talking, Frank looked at her rolled on his back and said “Baby get on my dick”. “I thought you’d never ask, she said with a laugh”. She pulled her panties down and impaled herself on the rock hard cock. She was working it in and out, it felt wonderful as cum was still leaking out of her. Feeling pressure on her rectum she realized Al was going to butt fuck her. His cock was lubed up really well and it slipped in quite easily. She started crying as his cock went balls deep into her ass. Now she realized the cock heads were touching each other only being separated by a sheer membrane. It hurt but felt great at the same time. They work up a rhythm she started moaning and crying at the same time. Al came first and she felt her ass being flooded with hot cum, the feeling caused Frank to cum and her pussy was rewarded with another sperm bath. Which cause her to orgasm yet again really hard?
As there cocks plopped out she looked like a well fucked women and they all laughed at the comment. She told them “I’ve never been double fucked in my life much less had my ass fucked”. Al smiled at her “So what do you think” “Well I might be walking a little funny but I could get use to it if I practice a lot”.
They all lay there together and dozed off. When she woke up it had to be six thirty in the morning. Opening her eyes she realized the time. “Oh shit I’m screwed”, she sprang out of bed grabbed her clothes and was almost dressed before either guy was wide awake.
“Guys I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later” she was out the door and in her car in two minutes. The entire drive home she kept reviewing the events of the previous evening. My butt is sore as hell and my pussy feels almost the same but I feel great, at least well fucked she thought. I didn’t brush my teeth I can still taste there cum, in my mouth I’m such a whore, and she laughed. Once home she checked the answering machine, well no messages. Then a shower clean clothes and coffee.
She called Al and thanked him for a wonderful time. They joked about her walking and she told him yes in fact she was walking funny but could get very use to the feeling if he and Frank wouldn’t mind practicing with her. Al told her both guys were very willing to practice all she wanted. “I’ll call you Sunday sweetie and she hung up.
Sunday Terry came home and after a snack went to his room. She heard him on the phone but couldn’t hear who he was talking to. Since she needed a few things she called to Terry she was going out did he need anything and since he yelled back no she went out.
It took longer then she expected and didn’t get home for almost two hours. After putting the groceries away she headed up stairs, Terry’s door was closed but she heard voices. Knocking she opening the door her mouth fell open. Terry was on his bed watching his computer screen naked with his cock rock hard in hand. Sitting in the chairs were Al and Frank. They had rock hard cocks in hand too.
Terry smiles, “Mom you’re a porn queen”. “I am”? “Sure are we’ve watched the video twice already”. “They were videoing me”? Al and Frank stood up walked over to her and started taking her clothes off. Frank smiled, “Were going to do some practicing”. Hesitating she said ”My sons in the room”. Frank spoke “He wants that pussy and ass too”. “Really you do Terry”? As her bra feel to the floor she looked at her son, then her panties were slide down. They moved her to the bed where Al laid down cock straight up. Coyly she asked “For me”? “Sure is Ginger”. As she lowered herself onto the stiff cock Terry said “Mom I want a blow job like you gave the guys Friday, ok”? Since Terry’s cock was already in her mouth all she could do was grunt yes.
The three cocks worked slowly at first then gradually started to quicken the pace. Her sons cock twitched, he grabbed her by the head pushed his cock deep down her throat and blew a large spurt of cum down her throat. Pushing him back so the head was still in her mouth she continued to suck as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He spurted six times before it stopped. His dick plopped out and she showed him the generous load of cum in her mouth then closed her lips and swallowed. The other two cocks were working her to a feverous pace and the fire between her legs burst like a dam. The orgasm was wondrous and a moment later her bowels were rewarded with a generous load of hot sticky cum. Thirty seconds later her hips were pulled deep on the cock and her pussy received a deep sperm shower.
The three lay there letting there breathing return to normal. Terry looks at her “Mom, the guys will be staying with us until dad gets home”. “In the next few weeks you will be practiced with every day at least twice”. “Unless you have to go out all you need to wear are panties in the house”. “Oh”? “We really like your tits bouncing around” Al chimed up with “The big wet stains in the front and back of your panties look really sexy too”. She smiled “I could not do it without you guys, but this must be our secret, right”? “Ginger got up and headed for the shower, how do I get myself into these things? Later we must discuss condoms. All they want me in is panties, guess I have to go shopping soon.

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My dark fantasy

I am a young woman of 22. My figure is pretty average I guess, though my breasts are smaller than I would like – I hardly need to wear a bra. The part of me I am proud of are my nipples which are lovely and pert. They seem permanently erect. My hair is short and very dark. My eyes are green.
I have had a number of boyfriends and have never really been fulfilled by them. I think it is partly that I have such low self image and want someone to treat me harshly – violently even. I tested this when I fantasised one morning when my boyfriend was trying it on, that he was an intruder in my flat and forcing himself on me. I couldn’t let on or he would be shocked, but I was looking down at his cock as he leant over me and could feel myself getting wet. I so wanted him to pull my hair back but my imagination ran away with itself and I was on an old mattress in a warehouse, he was strong and dirty… before I knew it I was cuming so hard…
I started searching out rape stories in the web and wanted to find a place near where I lived where rapes had occurred more than a few times. Sure enough there was an estate near me, known to be run down and a police no go area (hey I didn’t want to be disturbed !)
Late that very evening I set out. I put on some tight jeans and a t-shirt a little too small for me. I set out wearing just that and walked to wards the darkened streets. I soon found them and slowly walked along – deeper into the most dangerous area. I could see a grey van ahead of me, but other than that total silence. I was genuinely startled then by a voice not more than a couple of yards behind me – deep and confident, ‘what’s a pretty white girl doing alone around here ?’
‘Oh’ I said ‘I’m a bit lost I think’
‘Yes I should say so. Won’t you let me give you a life somewhere ?’ he must have been a foot taller than me, well I’m only 5’2”, but he was built of steel I think ! His eyes seemed lark dark pools. He suddenly got out a key and opened the back of the van. He picked me up before I could even think about it and threw me in, following after me and banged on the sides. Straight away the van drove off. I lost my balance and fell to the floor where he caught me and held me down. I found myself looking down at his crotch and could see the swelling of what I could only imagine to be a large cock. He grasped the back of my hair ‘now princess I don’t want to have to gag you, but one squeak and I will. You do what you are told and you can go home safe and sound. You misbehave then you live in my cellar until I say so – understood ?’
I simply nodded and murmured ‘mm hmm’
The van pulled in somewhere and I heard footsteps come around from the front. The back opened and two other men stood there ‘hey bobby we caught a white lady here’ I was pulled up by the hair again and forced out and into a house with no lights on. Until we entered – there was a room with nothing but a large mattress. I was anxious as aside from my own sordid dream coming through, I didn’t know where I was, so it wasn’t hard for me to look scared.
Booby came up behind me and reached around to grasp my breasts. He soon found my nipples hard as cherries ‘you nice and ready for us then’ he laughed. I could feel his cock swelling. He unbuttoned his fly and let his trousers drop. He rechedound and forced my right hand around and down to grasp his cock. It was so thick and must have been ten inches. I started to stroke it as it got harder – I couldn’t help it. Suddenly the other two appeared both naked and similarly hung. One came up to me and unbuttoned my fly and pulled down my trousers, kneeling to pull them off. He stood and took my other hand and put it around his cock. My breathing was getting faster as I wanked them both. The front one slid his hands up under my top and grasped my breasts hard ‘yeah baby you pull me mmm that’s good – you gonna feel a lot of cock in you tonight – fill each of your holes with black cock.
With that he stood away and lay down on the mattress and beckoned me over ‘come here white bitch and ride me – ride me all the way in you mind.’
‘Don’t hurt me please – I’ll obey you, just don’t hurt me’ I walked forward letting go the cock behind me. I knelt astride him and could smell is sweat as he stared at my pussy. I could hear the first one rubbing something on his cock.
‘Yeah don’t worry hun said the one on the mattress, ‘Bobby is lubing up for your tight arse. I looked around in shock – I hadn’t even considered this, but the one on the floor (who I will now call boss as he seemed in charge) grasped my hips and started forcing me down. My knees were now astride him and I could feel his cock rubbing against my pussy lips, parting them quickly. Boss pulled me down – I could feel the heat of his cock as it pushed hard into me – stretching my pussy harder than it had ever known – he let it out a bit then thrust up so it rammed in right to his balls. My breasts shook as he rammed me. I could feel its full length inside me, pushing in and out fucking me so my tits shook. I then noticed the third one kneel in front of me, his cock hard and glistening with precum. His cock was right in front of my mouth, but he grasped my hair and forced the cock into my mouth. My tongue worked around and could immediately taste the salty gism. He pushed it further in and further. I knew it was about to make me gag.
‘Just relax baby, let your throat swallow it. I obeyed and sure enough found I could let it slip into my throat. My pussy was being fucked fast and hard now, and boss was grasping my breasts hard. Pinching the nipples, then I was aware of bobby kneeling behind me. I was rocking in rhythm with boss and number three he said ‘now you stay still bitch, coz bobby is going to fuck your tight white arse, so I obeyed and stayed still. Boss still fucked me harder – getting harder and number three was now fucking into my throat. Bobby’s cock was now pressing at my arse and managed to force it open a little. The lube helping it slip in, but boy it hurt me.
‘Just let it in baby’ let it in and it will slide in real smooth. And very quickly I managed to relax my anal muscles and I could feel his cock pushing in, just a couple of inches, then more then more and shortly he was pushing right into my virgin arse. I was on fire as I could smell them all, taking me by force all of them, fucking into me – my pussy my arse and my mouth. Soon enough number three started to speed up and started to man ‘Oh yes baby oh god yeah I’m gonna cum I pulled out a little but his cock was still right into my mouth. I started to suck him harder my tongue working his cock shaft and then reached up to wrap my fingers round his cock and wank him a little. His cum started top spurt into my mouth as the other two started to fuck me harder and faster – I could tell they were going to cum soon. Number three pulled out and I swallowed it all as he fell back – I could at last make a noise as I could feel my clit wanting to explode. My breasts were on fire too as I could feel my own cum growing. The Bobby let go and fucked hard into my arse. I could feel his cock jerk as it spunked into me. H soon pulled back and collapsed himself. Boss was getting near himself. He suddenly spun me over and started fucking into me from above, drawing his legs up so he could get as far into me as possible. My light little white legs lifted up themselves and wrapped around his hips as I saw his neck veins tighten. Thankfully my own orgasm came and I couldn’t hold back ‘ oh yes yes yes oh god yeah come on fuck me hard to bastard fuck me hard. He started to speed up and at last I could feel his cock spasm inside my pussy. I could feel his cum spurting into me as he rammed once then again then again, then he too pulled out and lay back.
Thankfully the house was empty when I returned. I ran a bath and put all my cloths straight into the washing machine then lay down in the tub. I just smiled as the water rose above my breasts and ran up between my legs.

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