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Another Failed Attempt

This couple had been dating for about six months, but the guy had been afraid to make any sexual advances because of his tiny organ.
Finally one night, he gets up his courage, and takes her to a secluded spot in his car.
While they are kissing, he opens his zipper and guides her hand onto his penis.
“No thanks,” the girl says. “You know I don’t smoke.”

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“RUNAWAY” Chapter 9 “Pushing The Limits”

Follow along as Holly, traveling by the name Sammi Shepherd, hitchhikes alone across the country facing the dangers any teenager might encounter while she tries to establish a new identity and life for herself. She also struggles to face the horrific memories of the forced sexual things Roger, her mom’s boyfriend arranges for her. The other chapters to this story and my other stories are here: https://www.sexstories.com/profile269763/brokenwing

Teaching High School Girls Part 3

Jeff Ayers was at home one Saturday, when his doorbell rang. He looked through the glass, and saw Hollie and Katie standing on the other side. He sighed, and stepped back. It had been a month since their scheme to blackmail him, and they had almost no contact with him outside of his class. He hoped this wasn’t some other half cooked idea of theirs, but he knew he had the upper hand. He braced himself, and opened the door and said, “Hello girls, come in.” They did, keeping their hands clasped in front of them and their faces down.
He closed the door and said, “What can I do for you?” Hollie said in a meek voice, “We came to apologize.” He looked at her, obviously not trusting her, and said, “Where’s your pack leader April? Is she waiting somewhere to ambush me?” Katie said, “No sir, she doesn’t know we’re here.” He was surprised to hear her call him sir, but still thought it was a ruse.
He leaned in close to the girls and said, “I don’t believe that for a second. You two never do anything she doesn’t instruct you to do.” Hollie said, “We know, but we’re tired of it. We’re here to let you lead us from now on.” He was genuinely taken aback by that and said, “Why would I do that? After what you did to me? And what I did to you in return? Why?”
“We don’t want you to hate us or be mad at us, we want you to love us. Neither of us ever had a father figure, we only had our mothers who pampered and spoiled us, and you showed us the power of discipline, and we want that. We never wanted to hurt you, we just got caught up in April’s bad decisions.” He said, “How can I know this isn’t another of your tricks? How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
Katie said, “We’ll do anything to prove it to you, just ask.” Hollie said, “No, don’t ask us, tell us. We’ll obey, no questions asked.” Katie nodded vigorously in agreement. He stood there for a moment, contemplating what they were telling him, and said, “Hollie the last time I invited you into my house, you and your friends tried to ruin my life, all for some fun and games. Do you think I forgot that?” Her eyes were welling with tears, and she said, “No, I just hope that you can forgive us, and be a strong dominant influence in our lives.”
He watched them hard for a minute, but they never lifted their eyes from the ground. They seemed completely submissive, but they were good actors he had to remember. Then he had an idea. He had seen it in a movie, but he thought it might work. He said, “No, I don’t think so. You two need to leave.” He said it in the stern voice he had learned during twenty years as a teacher.
They nearly flinched at the sound, but they obeyed, even though they obviously didn’t want to. They stepped outside, and turned to the door, and Katie said, “Please Mr. Ayers, if you just give us a ch—“ But he slammed the door in their faces.
He walked away until he was around the corner, then sprinted upstairs, where he could see the front door from the side. He wanted to make sure they left, and hopefully figure out their game.
But as he peered through the curtains, to his surprise, they were both standing in front of the door, as if they were hoping it would open again. They didn’t try to knock or ring the bell again, they just stood there, patiently. They talked quietly to each other, but didn’t seem to be discussing whether they should leave, they seemed determined to stay. He continued to watch them, as they stood there for almost 20 minutes.
Then, they started to move. He thought they were finally going to leave, but they only knelt down and sat on their knees, with their hands folded in their laps. Hollie was wearing some low cut jeans, so her knees were fine, but Katie was wearing a skirt and white stockings, so her knees were even more uncomfortable. But they both stayed there for over 20 more minutes. They weren’t completely exposed to the street, but anyone walking by who was curious could see them. He didn’t want to explain to his neighbors why he had two teenage girls kneeling at his door, so he went back downstairs.
He walked by the front door, pretending he just noticed them. He went and opened the door and stood there and said, “What are you two still doing here? I told you to leave!” Hollie said, “Please sir, we don’t want to leave. We want you to take us in and make us yours.” At that moment he wanted nothing more, but he couldn’t trust them. He stayed silent for a few moments, as if considering, then said, “No, go home.”
As he turned and was closing the door behind him, Katie blurted out, “April’s pregnant!” He froze, stunned by the news, his mind suddenly flooded with the implications of that. He turned and looked, and Hollie was glaring at Katie, who said sheepishly to her friend, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to say.”
He said, “Is that true?” Katie said, “Yes sir.” Both of them had their eyes locked even harder on the ground, and he said, “Hollie, is that true?” She said, “Yes sir.” He said, “Why didn’t you want Katie to tell me that?” She said, “We weren’t sure it was time yet.” He could tell they were keeping something from him, and he didn’t want secrets. He looked around one time more to make sure no one was watching, and said, “Come inside.”
They did eagerly, but as soon as he closed the door, he said, “On your knees.” They obeyed without hesitation, and he said, “It’s obvious that you two are lying about something. I don’t know what, but it stops immediately. I want no secrets, period. If you want to ever see me outside of school again, you’ll tell me the whole story, right now.”
Hollie said, “Yes sir. We’re sorry sir. When we were here before, April made us say that we weren’t on birth control, but that was just for the video. She wanted to make it look like you were trying to get us pregnant. But the truth is we were. When we were having sex with you, we were protected, but over the next two days, we couldn’t take our birth control because, well, you know.”
He was astonished, he couldn’t believe they could have tricked him like that. But it made sense, the girls weren’t able to talk the whole time, and he had continued to cum in their pussies all weekend, since he figured he had already done it so many times the damage was done. He realized that it hadn’t just been April he had filled with his cum, it was all three of them.
He looked at them, pausing while he contemplated if he even wanted to know the answer, and said, “Are you two pregnant as well?”
The girls both nodded, and Katie said, “We just found out tonight, that’s what gave us the courage to come over here.” He said, “So what are you planning to do about it?” They looked at each other, and sheepishly said, “Nothing sir.”
He said, “So your blackmail games continue huh?” It didn’t sound like a question when he said it, and he was obviously tired of their games. But Hollie said quickly, “No sir! You don’t understand, we’re happy about it!” He said in shock, “What?!”
Katie said, “Sir, we’re serious when we say we want to give ourselves to you. We mean it in every way, and part of that is giving our wombs over to you to bear your children.”
He was completely stunned, and he momentarily forgot that they could be lying to him. He believed them, and strangely enough found himself wanting the same thing they claimed to want.
He composed himself, reminding himself that he still had much testing to do before he could trust them.
He saw that Katie had small scrapes where she had been kneeling on the concrete outside. He said, “Get up Katie, let me see your knee.” She stood, and held her knee out, and he said, “Girls, come with me.”
Both girls followed him to his room, and into his bathroom. They seemed in awe that he was inviting them into his private area of the house. He sat Katie on the counter by lifting her by her waist. She was thrilled by the touch, and Hollie looked eager for the same thing.
He turned and saw that Hollie had knelt again, in the same position as before, without being told. He got some peroxide out of the cabinet and knelt down in front of Katie. Her white stockings had runs all up and down them, so he said, “You need to remove these.” She was eager to disrobe in front of him, and slowly raised her legs and peeled one down, trying to be seductive.
It was incredibly effective, maybe because she seemed so sincere. She seemed like she didn’t just want him to fuck her, she wanted just a light touch from him.
She removed the other one, and he set about cleaning and bandaging her knees. He got out some Spongebob bandaids and said, “Sorry, but this is all I have, they’re leftover from my daughter.” The girls giggled, and Katie said, “I like them, they’re cute.”
She sat staring at him, and he realized he was right at height with her pussy while knelt down in front of her. He looked between her legs, her crotch just covered by her skirt which had ridden up somewhat. She saw him looking, and spread her legs ever so slightly, still earnestly trying to make eye contact with him.
He wondered what he could make her do with just his words, so he said, “Katie, if I asked you to show your cunt to me, what would you do?”
She gasped slightly, not just out of shock, but with delight, and spread her legs farther, lifting her skirt up, showing him her white cotton panties and the large damp spot that was forming in the middle. She pulled the panties aside, and revealed her tender pink pussy which was still shaved bare. She said, “Just like you showed me Mr. Ayers.”
He didn’t say anything, just enjoyed the sight, as if he were inspecting a new car he might buy. Then stood up and said, “Follow me.”
His plan had been to keep them on their toes, and it worked. He didn’t want them to get comfortable. He had to keep switching between being a hard dominant master, and a caregiver. If they were going to earn his trust, it would take a lot more than just showing him their bodies, which he had already seen.
He went out to the kitchen, and he heard soft giggling from behind him, then they followed, holding hands and nearly skipping like a pair of little girls. When they saw him, they looked like they had just gotten caught doing something naughty. They started walking, their faces down and demure again, but they kept holding hands. He realized what a bonding experience this whole thing must have been for them, they were tighter than sisters now.
That made him think of April, and he wondered whether the two girls had grown tighter or farther away from their former friend. He had to be sure. He still didn’t know how much of this was true. They both had set their purses on the end table by the door. He went and picked them up and went to the living room.
They both followed him like puppy dogs without being told, he liked that sign at least. He told them to sit on the couch and he sat in his chair. He started going through their purses without even acknowledging that it was their private stuff, but they didn’t peep. He liked that too.
He found their phones, and looked through their call history and texts. He saw from their communications with April that ever since the incident a month ago, things had become strained. April kept pushing for blackmail, but they didn’t want to, but they didn’t outright tell her no. Either they weren’t completely on his side, or they just needed motivation to leave her rule behind.
He also went through their wallets and other things, but didn’t find anything particularly interesting. They sat there quietly the whole time, until he said, “Where’s April right now?” They looked at each other, and Hollie said, “We’re not sure, at home probably.” He said, “Find out,” and tossed her phone to her.
She clearly wasn’t sure what he intended, but she dialed her, and he said, “Speakerphone.” She nodded, and then April’s voice rang out, “Where have you been, I’ve been calling you all night, are you avoiding me?” Hollie visibly cringed under her tongue lashing and said, “No, I’ve been caught up with my mom, she’s being a real bitch tonight.”
April said, “Well get over here, I want to talk about this fucking plan. And don’t give me any of that ‘I don’t want to blackmail him’ bullshit, just get over here!” Hollie looked to him, and he nodded, so she said, “Ok, I’ll be there.” April said, “About fucking time. Is Katie with you? She’s not returning my calls either.” He shook his head again, and she said, “No, I don’t’ know where she is.” April simply said, “That fucking bitch,” and hung up without waiting for a response.
He said, “Well, she doesn’t seem to think very much of you two.” Katie said, “She’s always been like that, we just always let her treat us that way.” He said, “Why?” Hollie added, “I think we wanted someone to be dominant, we didn’t get that from anyone but her.”
He nodded, and said, “Come on,” and got up and walked toward the front door. They followed but Katie said, “Where are we going?” he said, “Would it matter?” They shook their heads in unison, and he said, “So let’s go.” He took Hollie’s phone back from her and stuck them both in his pocket. The three of them went outside together.
He drove them to April’s house, which the girls realized when they turned onto her street. He said, “I know what you’re thinking, how do I know where she lives? I know where all of you live. I did my research after that weekend. I needed to know as much about you as possible.” He parked across the street and down one house, and said, “Ok Hollie, go ahead.”
She was confused and said, “What do you want me to do?” He said, “Go over to her house. Do whatever you would do on a normal Tuesday night.” That’s all he told her, he wanted to see what she’d do on her own.
He didn’t know exactly what he’d learn from this, but it was part of finding out how committed to April they were. Hollie got out of the back seat, and crossed the street. He watched her knock on the door, and then April’s mom opened it and let her in. A few moments later he saw the light in April’s bedroom turn on, but the curtains never moved. If Hollie told April about him being parked across the street, she’d surely look out, but she never did.
He figured that while he waited, he might as well use the pretty young girl sitting in the passenger seat next to him, so he reached over and without a word, put his hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her head down into his lap. She gasped out of surprise, but didn’t make any move or noise of complaint. He unzipped and pulled his dick out, and pushed in into her accepting mouth. She went to work, greedily slurping on him. He kept his eyes fixed on the house while she slobbered on him. She was voracious, really trying to prove herself.
Every time she tried to reach toward her aching pussy, he would stop her with a word, and she would put her hand back to her side, clearly annoyed. By the way she was rubbing her legs together, she was desperately trying to cum.
He continued to let her suck his dick. Every once in a while, he would make her stop, pulling her head up just high enough that she couldn’t reach it, letting her whimper, begging for more.
It was almost 45 minutes until Hollie finally came out the front door. He watched the windows as she got in the back and said, “Sorry it took so long, she kept talking to me.” He said, “Don’t be, that was fine. What did you talk about?” She said sheepishly, “She wants us to help her black mail you still. She’s obsessed with it. She really wants revenge on you.”
He said, “No wonder, no one’s ever bested her I bet. What did you say?” She said, “I didn’t agree… but I didn’t say no either.” She seemed ashamed that she didn’t stand up to her, but he said, “That’s perfect, in fact, I don’t want you to say no.” She was puzzled, but he said, “I’ll explain later, I have a plan.”
All along, Katie continued to give him a passionate blowjob. Hollie was obviously jealous as she peered over the seat at her friend. He kept watching the windows for 5 minutes longer, then when he was satisfied April didn’t know they were there, he pulled Katie’s head up and zipped his pants.
He wasn’t ready to give her the satisfaction of getting him off yet. He had to teach them that sex wasn’t something that they were in control of, that he controlled it. He started the car and drove them home. It was late by the time they got there, so he said, “I want you two to come back tomorrow afternoon, I’ll fill you in. until then, do the same as you have been.”
They got their purses, and Katie said, “What about our phones Mr. Ayers?” He said, “I’m keeping those.” He didn’t say anything else, but although confused, they didn’t object. At the door, he stopped them and with one arm around each of them, pulled them close and said, “You girls did well tonight,” and kissed them both on the cheek. He knew that giving them a small token of what they wanted so desperately would have a huge effect. He was right, they were grinning from ear to ear and floated out of the door.
The next day, he made an early trip to the mall where he bought two GPS tracking devices for cell phones, and then went to the department store for some clothes shopping. Then at school, April was her usual bitchy self, and Hollie and Katie played along, acting derisively toward him, not giving a single hint of the previous night’s activities. He was reminded what good actors they were, and it doubled his resolve to make them earn his trust.
That afternoon at 5:30, they rang the doorbell and he let them in. They were wearing the same jeans and tank tops they had been wearing at school. They didn’t have their purses this time, but Hollie had a pony tail. He calmly went over to them and put his hands on the backs of their necks, then grabbed them by the hair and dragged them to his bathroom.
They were shocked, but they didn’t try to get away. He had his shower running, and as it was a large open style, he was able to shove them both in under the water. They landed both shocked by the treatment, and not sure what would happen next. He didn’t say anything though, he just stood there and waited to see what they’d do.
They gathered themselves up and switched to sitting on their knees under the water where they were. They were both being drenched head to toe, but they didn’t care. All the clothes they were wearing, their shirt and bras, their jeans, and even their tennis shoes were soaked, but they were obedient. He said, “Strip.” They stood up and began stripping the clothes off of each other, which he thought was a nice touch. They kept eye contact with him as much as they could, until their gorgeous little bodies were glistening in the water.
They just stood there, rubbing each other’s bodies, until he said, “Turn off the water and come out.” They did, and he had them stand in the middle of the room on the tiles. It was a large bathroom with wall to wall tile, and had taken all the bathmats and towels away, so they just stood there dripping, their arms wrapped around each other, touching each other absent mindedly.
He went to the drawer and got a small handful of white cloth. There barely seemed to be anything there, but when he threw it to the girls, they picked it up and saw what it was. It was two pairs of the skimpiest white spandex panties and tops they had ever seen. They picked them up and started to put them on without being told. They were still wet, so when they were dressed, the material was damp and had turned transparent in spots. They were made for much younger girls, so they were way too tight to cover anything up, especially their tits, which were much larger than the tops were made for.
TO BE CONTINUED

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Cuck Father

Ma/Fa, Blackmail, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Cuckold, Incest, Mother, Son, Spanking, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Tit-Fucking

From here to Algonquin 2

Big AL the ninja had some eggplant parmesan.
Big AL the ninja was a gash hound, and like spread eagle porn.
Big AL the ninja was ripe.
Big AL the ninja sniffed his finger nails after scratching his balls and damn near fell over!
The pungent raw smell of vinegar, ammonia, dank stale cunt with a hint of vanilla just about bowled Big AL the ninja over
Big AL the ninja took a shower.
Big AL the ninja felt fresh as a daisy.
It was New York City, January 4th, 1964 Big AL the ninja had to go to work at a Chinese dry cleaner shop. That was his lot in life. The next day, the Berlin wall was completed.
They called Big AL the ninja “Flapdoodle” at the Chinese dry cleaner shop and sang a little song about him…
“You’re all pasty white
Flapdoodle
J. F. K. never wore big droopy drawer trousers
Flapdoodle
There’s a wing nut flummadiddle
Lesbo space bat
Flapdoodle
She’s got a long vanilla index finger
Flapdoodle
She’s pointing it at your chest
Flapdoodle
She’s got a scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow
Flapdoodle
You’re all pasty white
Flapdoodle
She’s got a long vanilla index finger too
Flapdoodle
Oh my goodness
Flapdoodle
J. F. K. never wore big droopy drawer trousers
Flapdoodle
She’s got a scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow
Flapdoodle
The wing nut flummadiddle
Lesbo space bat
Flapdoodle
She’s folding you an origami swan
Flapdoodle
With her long vanilla index finger
And her scaly dry itch psoriasis elbow
For you
Flapdoodle”
Later, some fat girls with lollypops came over. By then it was September 12 1974 and in Ethiopia, Emperor Haile Selassie was over thrown in a military coup.
The fat girls had lemon cakes
Licking lips
Licorice twists
And their
Sarsaparilla poop hatches roared
Sexy naked sex ensued with
Cocoa butter
And lanolin
Later, Big AL the ninja farted in July
Whilst a cool summer evenings breeze
Rustled through persimmons maples and brambles
Amongst the Midwest Magicicada Neotredecim cicadas
Croaking their song carried by the wind
Whilst winter rang its wrinkle round
That all is fine and dandy, but it is not why we are here.
One day in Cleveland, Ollie J. Farnwinkle farted in such a way as to tickle his prostate as a fetching young lass was walking by.
He pulled a boner. By boner, I would not be referring to a blooper, a blunder in any sense. Not a small and amusing mistake or an incredibly embarrassing misstep or transgression. I wouldn’t mean a boning knife, or a Trombonist. Ollie J. Farnwinkle had an erection, and his penis was in its enlarged and firm state. The corpora cavernosa that ran the length of Ollie J. Farnwinkle’s penis had become engorged with blood and he was pitching a tent.
Since Ollie J. Farnwinkle was in Cleveland he wanted to go to the Rock-n-Roll museum. He could hear Huey Lewis singing “The heart of Rock-n-Roll, heart of Rock-n-Roll is in Cleveland”
Now Ollie J. Farnwinkle decided to go back to his hotel room and call an escort. He thought about his life and all he had.
He had a wife and two kids
He had a blue Mazda
He had a corned beef on pumpernickel
And some cheesy elbow macaroni for lunch
He had a 34 inch waist
He had red BVDs
He had an ingrown toenail
He had a good idea
Of who was banging his wife on Tuesdays
And sometimes Thursdays
He had a Rolex Perpetual Air-King
Self-winding waterproof watch
He had a Frank Zappa CD in the car
He had a tendency to pandiculate in public
He had to take a leak
He had a slight headache
He had a slight boner
He had opened up a Pandora’s box and mawed her musky mound
as she moaned and mewed like a puss warm in its fine contentment
He had a couple or twenties and some change
He had long sideburns
He had a bromide
He had a wife and two kids
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SARAH HAS A 19-YEAR OLD BOY WHILE HER MAN WATCHES

“I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”
“I have just the man who I see at the gym who I am sure would be keen. Garth is six-feet tall, very athletic build, rumored to be bi-sexual, and I almost forgot, he is hung.”
“Sounds good baby, arrange it,” I moan as we orgasm simultaneously, my orgasm heightened by the thought of this man.

Fucking my friend’s mom

“Alicia what are you doing tonight?” I asked my sister.
“Gonna go hang with my friend at his house”
“Think you could slip that by me? What’s his name?” I’ve always been protective of her, and now that she’s 16 there are going to be plenty of guys who are trying to take advantage of her. Even I think she’s hot, and she’s my sister.
“Don’t worry I think he’s gay. Like actually gay. Ya know?”
I was in a hurry, I had no more time to interrogate her.
“Be safe” I yelled as I was walking out the door. I hopped into my lifted F-150 and began to drive. There was this 18 and older night club that just opened up around the corner that I had decided to go to. I stopped by my friend Paul’s house to pick him up, we always winged for each other whenever we would go and creep on girls.
“Sup dude” I said to Paul as he got in my truck. We were driving for a steady 15 minutes when we hit traffic. The fact that the traffic for the night club was a block and a half down was already a good sign, we were gonna fuck some beezy’s tonight without question. I smiled.
“There’s gonna be some fine bitches there tonight” I said to Paul.
“Yeah man I bet, I’m meeting Cindy there though”
“Cindy Taylor? What the fuck man who’s gonna wing for me?”
“Yeah Cindy Taylor, and I can still wing, just not in front of Cindy”
“Are you tapping that at least?”
“Workin on it man”
That was a definite no. Cindy Taylor was a 9 and was way out of Paul’s league, especially because the only two girls he’s fucked were girls that I set him up with. I figured I’d let him try and work it on his own while I approached.
We parked and waited in line for about 30 minutes. By then it was around 10:30 and I was already getting a little bored from waiting in line so long. I even began chatting it up with this fatty in front of me who claimed to be waiting for her boyfriend.
I looked around me and there was a three to one girl to guy ratio. Most of the girls were hot too, this was going to be an easy night for me. There was two main rooms, one had a lounge area with coaches setup in an “L” shape. At the other side of the lounge room was a bar, and they were carding each person that got a drink. Cindy was already half an hour late by the time Paul and I decided to do an approach.
“Fuck in man, she’s gonna be late like this you gotta show her you can get other girls” I said to him. He agreed. We approached two blondes, who were probably wearing the skankiest outfits in the whole place.
“Hey there” I said to the blonde on the left, Paul and I had already pre determined who would get which chick, without even having to talk about it. “Whatcha drinking?”
“Just a long island iced tea” she responded.
“Typical Chick drink” I chuckled. “Lemme get a sip”. She passed the drink over to me and I took a sip, it tasted light shit.
“Couldn’t handle it huh?” She smirked. For some reason chicks are always trying to get guys to prove themselves to them.
“I guess not” I winked at her. “How about you go get us 3 shots of vodka from the bar?” I held out a twenty.
“Oh we’re not 21 hahaha, some guys bought us these drinks”.
“Uh oh! You’re gonna have to make it up to me some how” I smiled. “how about we go dance?” I pointed at the other room which was packed with people dancing. She agreed and we made our way through the crowd. Paul and the other girl remained there talking. We found a tight corner on the dance floor across from the dj. The room was blazing hot and was filled with flashing rave lights. Every few seconds a green light would scan across my face. All of a sudden I smelled nug and looked around me to see who was smoking. I couldn’t find the source so I looked back at my girl who was already teasing me with her ass, shaking it to the beat of the music. I wrapped my hands around her wasted and gave her a sneak peak at what later that night would be like. I noticed a joint in her mouth, it took me a few seconds to realize that was where I smelled the nug. I grabbed it from her mouth and took a few hits then passed it on to a stranger.
“Let him get kicked out for bringing drugs” I said to her. She didn’t seem to mind. We continued dancing. She was wearing brown skin tight booty shorts, and a white skin-tight tank top that seemed to be her substitute for a bra.
“I never got your name” I leaned in to ‘hear better’ as she responded.
“My name’s Joanna”
“Thats a very pretty name Joanna” I smiled at her an leaned in to get my face closer. She leaned too, but as we were about to kiss she touched my lips with her finger and ran it down my chest. She was being a little cock tease, and I had to play back. I grabbed her hand and swung her around so that her back was facing me. We started grinding again and every time she would turn her head back to kiss me I would push it away. Just to tease her I would kiss her neck right after she did that. Eventually we made our way to grinding front to front with our heads less than an inch apart. We were having a staring contest to see which one of us would puss out first. Eventually I caved and kissed her. Once she started kissing back I pulled my head away and smiled. She leaned back in and started passionately making out with me. I ran my hand up and down the small of her back, occasionally sliding it down to grab her ass. She started groping my crotch and I knew what this meant.
I stopped kissing her and lead her in the direction of the lounge so that I could build a little more rapport. A girl needs to feel comfortable before she goes home with a guy, something my dad used to tell me before he passed last year. As we were walking to the lounge some meat head started charging at me. I looked around just to make sure, and everybody was just casually dancing. I let go of Joanna’s hand just incase he was gonna hit me.
“What are you doing you fucking slut? A buddy of mine called me saying he saw you kissing some guy. Is this him?”
“What are you talking about? I was dancing with Ericka and then she ditched me to go with some guy. This guy right here wanted to just keep me company until she came back.”
“Bullshit! You’re lying to me right now Joanna and I’m not gonna tolerate it.” He slapped her with all his power straight across her face. Being a wrestler I went and did a double leg take on on him, lifting him as high as I could. He tried fighting back but I kept serving him punch after punch right to his dome. There was blood all over his face and he was begging me to stop when two security guards jumped on me. My adrenaline overpowered me and before I knew it I was being thrown out the back of the club. I looked at my phone and it was only 10:30. What a bust of a night. I called Paul just to make sure I could leave him and he said it was cool. I got in my car and decided to just call it a night since I was tired to begin with.
When I got home, I was surprised to see my sister’s white jetta still here, I guess she must have decided not to go out. I opened the front door and heard some screaming, it sounded like my sister so I rushed to her door. It was cracked open and there she was, with her tits flopping up and down riding some guy’s dick. I felt a little embarrassed to have witnessed what I did so I went to my room. Outside my window, there was a Black Scion TC with red rims.
‘That’s weird’ I thought to myself. It looked exactly like my best friend Bryan’s truck. I walked to the front door and saw his shoots laying next to my closet. This really pissed me off. I was contemplating whether I should storm in there and kick his ass. I was already tired from one fight tonight though, I decided I’d have to find another way to get him back. I thought about it, I was sort of friends with his sister. I was going to fuck her to get even. I got back in my truck and headed to his house. It was 11:15 and I was hoping that Bryan’s parents were already asleep. I parked a few houses down and picked some berries off a tree near by. All the bedrooms were on the second floor. There were two main windows in the front of the house, and I knew Bryan’s was on the right. The window on the left had the light on, I figured it must be Brett’s little sister Brooklyn. I threw each berry one by one, each one a little harder, until the entire window was splattered in berry puss.
Nobody had opened the window and I was out of berries. Bryan’s house had the same berry tree right next to the front door. I tiptoed close to it and began to pull some berries from it. All of a sudden the front door swung open, and there stood Mrs. Collins in her bra-less night gown.
“Why are you throwing berries at my window?” She asked me, seemingly irritated.
“Oh oops Mrs. Collins, I thought that was Bryan’s window. Is he around?”
“He was supposed to be with you and Paul tonight…. I’m gonna have to give him a call.”
“Oh no! I was actually with them earlier but they decided to get food and I just figured that they would come back here. Do you mind if I wait until they return?”
“Sure, but Mr.Collins is not here tonight. He went on a business trip, and you know his rules about sleepovers while he is away.”
“Got it, thanks Mrs. Collins” I smiled at her. I followed her through the door and up the stairs. She went into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. I walked over to Brooklyn’s bedroom. I heard the music playing loud so I knocked on the door. There was no answer. I opened the door and there was nobody in the room. There is a bathroom directly to the left when you walk through the door, and it was shut. I could hear the shower running. I put my ear up against the door and could hear faint moaning sounds. She must have been fingering herself in the shower. This excited me so I started to rub my dick through my shorts. I put my eye up to the keyhole to see if I could get a peak in. I barely saw a nipple and a boob. I unzipped my zipper and pulled my dick out.
“What are you doing?” Mrs. Collins said, nonchalant as I jumped from being startled. My dick was still hanging out of my shorts.
“Oops haha this thing always pops out. I gotta get my shorts fixed”. My face was bright red from embarrassment.
“If you’re trying to get a better view, come with me.” She walked me to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. She slipped off her robe leaving her topless but still wearing panties.
“She’s been doing this everynight since she was 14, one day Herald was looking for her and could hear her moans, as you did through the door. This was kind of exciting for us, our sex life was getting a little boring so we decided to install a hidden camera in the shower and watch her to spice things up.” She wiggled the mouse on her computer. I still haven’t gotten a glance at her tits because her back was facing me.
All of a sudden, there was naked brook laying down next to her shower with the water running. She had her legs spread with one propped up on the edge of the toilet, and the other on the counter directly next to the toilet. She was rubbing her clit in circles, sometimes really fast and sometimes really slow. She was making faces, like she was pouting. It was almost as if she was trying to hurt herself by furiously masturbating. My dick was bulging in my pants again. I looked away from the screen and there was Mrs. Collins, watching and fingering herself. I love watching girls play with herself, that is definitely something that turns me on. Better yet I got to watch a mother and a daughter both masturbate, two women I know on a personal level.
“Feel free” Mrs. Collins whispered to me. She glanced down at my bulging penis and then smiled.
“Are you sure, Mrs. Collins? You don’t think that’s inappropriate?” I asked her nervously. I was hoping she would turn around to answer my question but her eyes were glued to the screen
“Yes I’m sure, and please, call me Sheila. ” That was all I need to hear. I whooped my dick out and laid on the bed right next to the computer screen. Now I had a view of Sheila and her sideboob while she fingered herself, I positioned myself so that I could glance at the screen and then back at her. This was my erotic fantasy coming true. Brooklyn began shoving all sorts of random shit into her vagina, she started with a comb, and somehow worked her way to forcing a giant shampoo bottle in there. She was fucking herself using the bottle with one hand, while her other hand groped the fuck out of her tit.
Brooklyn’s legs suddenly fell down and she got up and opened the shower door. I could tell Sheila hadn’t orgasmed yet, and I know I certainly had not. This was definitely going to leave me with blue balls.
“You do realize you’re going to have to finish me off right?” Sheila said to me as she slowly removed her hand from her panties and licked each finger one by one making exaggerated sucking noises. I rubbed my eyes just to make sure this reality. When she finished, she got up and jumped on top of me. She was straddling my thighs while pinning me down with her hands. I couldn’t break free even if I had wanted to. She leaned down towards my face and passionately forced her tongue into my mouth, using her tongue to beg for mine in return. My dick was rubbing against her panties, it felt as if it was going to break off and every time she moved I had to flex it just to keep myself from exploding.
‘What the fuck?’ I thought to myself. She was teasing the shit out of me, and I wasn’t just going to stand by and let it happen. I squirmed my way out of her pin and got on top of her, not releasing our passionate kiss for even a split second. Her legs were still straddling my hips, she had one arm wrapped around my neck and the other one was aggressively running through my hair. I began humping her to loosen her grip on the straddle but she wouldn’t budge. I knew I would have to use my wrestling skills to break through, I stuck both my arms under her legs and lifted them up until she couldn’t maintain. I then stepped over her legs so that she was unable to keep me down again.
“Punish me” She said immediately after slapping my ass and digging her nails into my back. I slapped her in the face, and in return she licked her lips seductively while gazing into my eyes practically begging for more abuse. I grabbed her panties from the bottom with my right hand and ripped them off. My dick was already out and pressed against her stomach. I pulled out of our kiss and flipped her around. She squirmed to get back onto her back but I held her down with her face pressed up against the bed with my left hand. My right hand was occupied by continuously slapping her ass cheeks. They were perfect in shape, volume, size, and tightness. She had minor tan lines which were unnoticeable because I had covered her bare ass in my hand prints. She had the perfect body, for a 40 year old, it was better than most 20 year olds I have slept with.
“You liked that?” I whispered into her ear.
“You better fuck me or I’ll turn around and kick your ass.”
“I take no orders from a bitch” I said with a smirk. I shoved my 8 inch dick in between her buttcheeks finding a moist hole begging for my pleasure. The pink slit easily consumed my whole penis. I brutally forced it farther and farther in with each thrust of my hips. I was so caught up in the moment I was nowhere near cumming.
I flipped her back around and forced her to roll back onto her neck with her legs over her head spread wide. I placed my dick into the dark vortex of her asshole, not needing any lubricant because her pussy juices left my dick slicker than wd-40. Tears began rolling down her face.
“Fuck me harder” She begged, I could tell she was holding back screams of pleasure because Brooklyn was only a few rooms down. Gravity hand sunk her giant milf tits back to her neck jiggling each time I thrust my hips into her tight asshole. She easily had DD’s and although they might not have been the perkiest tits, they were not saggy and her areolas were the perfect size.
My balls were up inside my stomach, waiting for me to relax for even a split second so that they could release their load. I was barely half way done. I pulled my dick out and wrapped my legs around face forcing her to clean my dick with her mouth. She gladly cleaned and massaged it, deep throat without gagging.
I pulled my body away from her mouth and she laid there on her back. I slipped my dick back into her vagina while she spread her legs parallel to the bed. Words couldn’t describe how wet her pussy was, her vagina muscles were tightening as if they were trying to keep my dick into place. Her hips started violently thrusting in synchronicity with mine, with ever clash leaving a wet popping sound. The smell of sex surrounded me, I could feel each scent molecule diffuse into the air and up my nostrils and then completely control my body. Our pace was quickening as each second passed.
“IM CUMMING!! FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR BIG FUCKING DICK” This was it for me, my dick released about 9 giant spurts into her pussy. As I pulled my dick it I was soaked with a gallon of her womanhood. I collapsed and lay next to her exhausted.
“You okay mom I heard you screaming?” Brooklyn opened the door seeming worried. She looked over and saw me soaked in her mother’s cum with my dick still semi erect.
“Hey….Brook, how’s it goin?” She stormed out of the room crying at what she had just seen.
A couple days past and I hadn’t heard from Bryan. That bitch wound up standing Paul up, but he got to fuck the girl he was talking to earlier that night. Do I feel like I got adequate revenge on Bryan? Of course. That’s what you get for fucking my sister, douche bag.

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Airport Delay

The plane lands at de Gaulle and I can barely see the tarmac through the blizzard. They’ve announced that the airport is closing after we land. The airline will be putting us up in a local hotel for the evening.
A tired group leaves the plane and we re-group after collecting our luggage. They are going to divide us up and send us to local hotels. Luckily I’m flying business class and will get my own room, I’m not really in the mood for a roommate. I watch as they double up the economy class passengers, it looks like they are short on rooms as they are putting 3 and 4 to a room. A bus pulls up and takes most of the passengers to a hotel downtown. Two families, a man and a women are left. I overhear the customer service rep explain that there are only 3 rooms and that the man and women will need to share a room. All the hotels in the area are filled up and there a no rooms left. I watch the women, she looks as she is in her early thirties. She is visibly upset and is trying to explain that she cannot stay alone with a strange man.. She is dressed very classy and wearing a skirt and mid-length sleeves. I assume that she is religious, but I’m not sure. The airline
representative apologizes profusely, but insists that she has no other options. The women says that she’ll sleep in the airport. The man seems to be enjoying the event, and I understand why the women would not want to share a room with him. He is disheveled, overweight and keeps staring at her legs.
I walk over to the group. I call the women aside. “Listen, I understand we are not dealing with ideal situations this evening. However, I flew business and they are giving me a room alone, I’m sure there is a couch in the room. If you want to room with me, your welcome to.”
She looks at me, checking out my Kipah. She is frightfully beautiful with dark hair, chestnut eyes and a perfect complexion. “Umm, I don’t know. This is all just terrible” she gasp. She hesitates. “will they let us”.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I walk over to the airline rep and introduce myself. I quickly explain what I’d like to do. She hesitates, but probably wants to get home as well. So she agrees.
“Ok, let’s go” I say as I return, “ahh my name is Yitzi.”
“Nili, I cannot thank you enough for helping me out.”
We squeeze into a taxi with two other people going to the same hotel. Nili sits in the middle and I on right. She tries to not touch either of the men beside her, but it’s almost impossible. So I feel her toned legs pressed against mine. At least I offered help to a good looking lady.
We make some small talk with the other passengers. Shira is and accountant who lives in Brooklyn. She was married but has been divorced for over a year. The other couple tells us about their life in St. Paul.
We arrive to the hotel and make our way to the room. We lucked out. It’s a large room, two large queen sized beds, a huge picture window and a nice bathroom.
Nili decides to take a quick shower before we head out to dinner. She gathers her clothes from her suitcase and retires to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn off, and hear some scurried movement from the bathroom.
”umm, Yitzi…”
”yes”
”I have a really embarrassing problem…”
”how can I help”
”I left my underwear in the suitcase, can you find it and hand it to me. I really feel stupid, all the craziness with the flight. ”
”sure, no problem” I answer.
I open her suitcase dig around a bit. I find a low cut, brazilian black panties and matching bra and some cotton briefs from Victoria’s Secret and a matching bra. It’s France, I’ll give her the nice stuff, the black stuff.”
”Nili, crack the door a bit and I’ll hand them to you.”
The doors opens a bit, I just see her hand, in the mirror I catch a glimpse of her wrapped up in a towel. I put my hand half-way inside the door, and drop the panties and bra, she tries to catch them, but misses. I see her reflection bend down quickly to catch the undergarments and the towel drops to reveal a beautiful back. She closes the door quickly.
”Sorry about that Nili” I say.
”I’ll be out soon” comes a hushed reply.
Fifteen minutes later she emerges wearing a button down beige blouse and a thinning but long black wool skirt. Her hair falls down her shoulders and she looks stunning but a little spooked.
”Are you all right” I ask.
She turns to me and glances at me then at the floor.
”I’m not very comfortable with this arrangement. I’m very grateful that you stepped in and helped me, but this is still very difficult for me. Forgetting my clothes was a total mistake, you must believe me. I grew up in a very proper family and my husband was very……closed…umm modest is a better word. So please understand. And…and… the underwear you found. I mean I expected you to find the other ones. It’s all just..forget it.”
I step a little closer to her, ”I understand totally and I respect you 100%. Let’s get something to eat. We’re running on no food, and I’m getting a headache.”
We put our coats on and step towards the door. I turn to her and say,” I chose the nicer lingerie as I thought it would be better for a night on the town in Paris and it’s better than going commando. ”, I open the door and motion her to leave.
We take a seat at an exclusive Parisian kosher restaurant. We order a full meal of the finest Paris has to offer and a bottle of Bordeaux.
”What did you mean by going commando?”
I chuckle,” you don’t know what that means”
”no”
”Do you see that women over there in the thigh length skirt, she might be going commando” She directs her look to a tall French lady with bare legs and a tight skirt.
”I don’t understand” Nili says, looking confused.
”Commando is sans underwear” I reply
Nili turns red and looks at her wine glass, ” Oh”
”I’m sorry, I did not mean to embarrass you…again”
”It’s fine, it’s my issues..that I need to work through. Probably the result of my failed marriage. It’s all right if you joke about it, maybe I’ll loosen up a bit.”
”Ok, so who else do you think it going commando in the restaurant.”
”That waitress, not ours – the one serving the table next to us, no pantie line” She looks at me and smiles, proud that she dealt with this sensitive issue.
”What about that girl three tables down that is getting very comfy with her boyfriend”
”I don’t know – but I think she’ll be commando before the night is over!”, Nili looks at me and then to girl.
I laugh and take a sip of wine.
”At the rate she’s going she’s going to have to ring out her panties”
Nili looks at me puzzled. Then she smiles, ”oh..I got it…sorry. You can see…you know…you can see them through the shirt…umm hard”
I look at her, moving down and staring at her breasts.
”Sorry, but I take extra precautions, your not going to see any Nippleitis on me. My ex used to get all bent out of shape when I was the least bit immodest. Immodest by his crazy standards. So I starting buying bras with an extra layer inside and it’s gotta be really cold outside” she smirks, ”or hot inside for me to show anything.”
”bummer, I guess we’ll be left with the”, whispering, ”wet panties as the sure tell sign.”
”well, you do know what they feel like dry” she replies.
The food comes and we finish it all off. We finish the bottle and are both in great spirits after a great meal. The conversation has toned down, but been very enjoyable for both of us.
We head back to the hotel. The snow is slick and Nili reaches out a few times to grab my arm.
”My ex never really liked going out to dinner. Actually he never liked doing much of anything that was fun. He was just so closed”
”For example” I inquire.
”He barely looked at me, you know in romantic way. Like he desired me. He would freak out if I even wore underwear that was too sexy”
”But, only he would see that”
”Not even. Usually we would dress separately. I rarely even saw him in underwear.”
We step into the elevator on our way up to our room.
Nili continues, ”I’ve never shared this with anyone, not even my best friend. He would stare away from me if I was not covered up. He said it was to curb his Yetzer. I once….well… undressed while he was in the room, you know like in a club. He stormed out and called me all sorts of named in Yiddish.”
We walk toward the door of the room.
”So what attracted you to him to begin with”
”Well, just that. He was not staring at me like a puppy – like some of the other guys I dated. He was serious and intelligent. And he then he got more serious after we got married and he started a new Yeshiva and began to work in the afternoon.”
I close the door and Nili sits down on the sofa. I sit down on one of the chairs and lean back. Nili crosses her legs, I don’t see any skin, but it’s clear that her legs are strong and lithe.
”He stops taking as much interest in me. He tells me I’m not allowed to work out at the gym because I should be less concerned with physicality.”
”What do you work out at?”
”I was doing aerobics, swimming and some spinning. I kept going against his desire and he found out. Then he did not trust me and the relationship went from bad to worse.”
”weird, did he let himself got to pot as well”
”yes, he was a pretty skinny guy to begin with. Cute, but not very buff. He was not as broad-shouldered as you are. Then he just learned or worked and starting eating more junk and got a belly. Maybe he wanted me to look like him. It all became very surrealistic. It was like we did not communicate using the same language. We stopped sleeping together, except for the night…you know of the mikvah, cause it was a mitzvah.”
”It does not sound very satisfying”
”No, but I’ve been single now for a year and that’s not fun”
”There are coping mechanisms”
”Oh…yeah ok. but that’s different…or just not as good..you know”
”yes, because it lacks warmth”
”Do you mean like human warmth?”
”Just basic biological warmth. Being touched by a tongue feels a lot better than a finger – it’s warmer, wet.”
”ahh, like french kissing”
”that too, but I was referring to oral sex vs. masturbation.”
”We..we… never did that. He said it was disgusting”
”Do you think it is?”
Silence, Nili looks at the wall.
”Do you want me to take off my clothes?” I say innocently.
I stand up and take off my jacket and tie. The I remove my shirt revealing a muscled chest and flat stomach. Nili looks at me, she reddens, then looks down again.
”Should I continue? Nili tell me…are your black panties that I gave you…are they wet?
”yes”
I drop my pants and stand in front of her.
”Take my underwear off” I command.
”I can’t” she murmurs
”Do you see that I’m hard?”
”yes”
I pull my shorts down, unleashing my hard member. I let the shorts drop to the floor.
”Can I touch you?” she asks.
I take her hand and guide it to the underside of my shaft. She moves her fingers up and down the underside of my penis, hesitant. She touches the drops of white liquid, smoothing it around the tip of my hard dick. She uses both hands to rub me, using my pre-cum as lubricant..
”Can I lick it”
”yes, on one condition…”
”what”
”you must take your clothes off and listen to my instructions”
She continues to rub me, I see that she desires me in her mouth.
”But, what must I do”
”trust me”
I guide my dick towards her mouth. She licks the end, savoring my drops of cum. She take me deeper. A little clumsy, but she tries be gentle. She wraps her tongue around me, her lips sucking me.. I run my hands through her hair, touching the back of her neck. She pulls back then grabs me with her lips again. Sucking me. I pull out and kneel before her. I gently hold her face and pull closer while I lock lips with her, sucking in her breath. I kiss her deeply. I pull back and look at her.
”I want you to strip for me, I want to see your beautiful body”
Nili stands. She unbuttons her shirt, slowly. She dances slowly.. I reach to the radio and turn on some music. She closed her eyes. Her shirt opens exposing her flat stomach and black bra. I sit on the sofa, enjoying her rhythm. She opens her skirt and lets if fall to the floor. She is stunning. A perfect body. Her skin is olive and smooth. Her legs are long and muscled.
”Your gorgeous, show me more.” I gasp
She undoes her bra, letting her perfectly shaped breasts out, her hard nippled pointed towards me. I grasp my shaft in my hand and feel myself throb.
She hesitates, then moves her hips, closes her eyes again and pulls her panties down. She throws them to me. I hold them feeling the dampness, her dampness.
”Sit down on the chair” I request
Nili sits with her legs closed and her arms on her thighs.
”Open your legs”
She obliges and I view a pink pussy, with small luscious lips and a nice fine layer of pubic hair surrounding her hole.
”Touch yourself”
”I can’t”
” We had a deal”
She closes her eyes and begins to rub her clit. I move between her legs, spreading them. I caress her thighs. Then I move up towards her pussy, touching her lips. I move her hand away. She looks down at me.
”The difference between a finger and a tongue” I explain.
I breath on her clit, then circle her hole with my tongue, lapping at her juices. I slide my tongue inside her. She gasps. I come back to her lips and nibble on them, ignoring her clitoris. I move up and down with long strokes, her body coming to life and wanted more. I run my tongue up and above her clit and feel it swell. I move my head back and look at her.
”Should I eat your clit”
”yesss”
” say it”
”eat my clit”
I pull her towards me and my tongue darts around her soaking love button. My finger slides into her pussy, first pushing up against her G-spot then back down to the back of her tight hole. I press harder against her clit, rubbing it between my gums.
”do you want to cum”
”yes”
”relax then and lay back”
She lays back against the chair and I pull a rubber around my finger, I insert it inside her beckoning pussy and move toward the back. She moans in pleasure. I kiss and suck her clit again and then pull back.
”Ok Nili, this will hurt a bit then you’ll like it. Relax.”
I pull my finger out of her pussy and slide it towards the entrance of her but. I slide it in a little, she tenses. I put my mouth to her pussy and let it calm her. I push in a little bit more, I feel her loosen. She breathes heavy. I pull my finger out then push it back up. I let my tongue circle her clit. I feel her push against my face. I push up again.
”ahh, that’s so good, so much…don’t stop…more..give me more..” I carefully massage her anus with my finger while pleasuring her clit. I feel that she’s ready to reach, the anal pressure new to her, but bringing her to new heights of ecstasy. She tenses up. I feel her pussy tighten.
”ahh, don’t ….don’t stop….I’m..yes…coming”
I feel her juices running freely now. I keep my mouth to her pussy as she reaches.
We calm down and lay on the couch together.
”I need you inside me” she says. ”I want to see us do it”
”You mean you want me to fuck you”
”yes’
”I cannot say it, that word”
I take Nili’s hand and I guide her to the long mirror near the door. I kneel down behind her. I see her sexy silhouette in the mirror.
”Squat on me”
She moves down, watching in the mirror as her pussy closes in on my hard and wet rod. I place my hand on her soaking pussy and rub her. She couples with my dick and I slide into her. I use my other hand to fondle her nipples.
She moves up and down. I push against her crotch, her clitoris locked between my dick and hand.
”Harder” she begs.
I push up into her, pulsing inside her. I grab her close to me, our wet and hot flesh moving and sliding together.
”Harder”
”Say it”
”Say what”
”Fuck me”
”Ok, fuck me….fuck me”
I fill her with me.
”fuck my pussy…more..harder…fuck me…fuck me…more… harder. don’t stop. no don’t stop.
I press her against the mirror, our juices soiling the mirror and floor as I cum inside her.
”I feel you.. fucking me…don’t ….I’m cumming…again….it’s so good….more.
I pump my load inside her…both gasping for breath as we finish together.
We lay cuddled by the mirror. Our bodies still warm. She looks at me, ”I never thought I’d do that like we did. I have so many other fantasies. We still have time in Paris. Can we spend tomorrow just the two of us and my fantasies. ”
”Tell me you fantasies” I answer

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Submitting

SUBMITTING
The riding crop
The cat-o-nine tails
The pexi-glass flogger
I deserve to be punished
By any means
You deem
Needed
The shame
The guilt
The torment
I must make myself feel this way
For ever being happy before
You entered my
Life
The collar
The restraints
The leash
Control me and force me
To submit to all
Of your dominating
Demands

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Competition Chapter 2

Due to some technical error, I have to repost my stories to get my name on them. Minor changes have been added from the original.
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Eva was expectedly reclusive the next few days at work. It was obvious that she was dressing in her more conservative clothes, but she still looked like the same slut. She would try and force civility towards me that would have been quite believable had the terror behind her eyes not always give her away. A week after our little fun, Henry told me that Eva wasn’t going to be in for a while, her daughter was sick and that she would be doing a bit of telecommuting so I shouldn’t expect much from her. This definitely would not do.
If she ends up removing herself from work all together, my leverage on her would become much weaker. So I knew that I had to flex some other way if I wanted her to keep her mouth shut about what I had done to her. I decided it was time to call on Mason. I went to show him the video I had of him and Eva.
I spoke to him with authority for the first time in my life “Now Danny, I don’t want to hurt you or your wife in any way. The only reason I am coming to you with this is because this little whore turns out to have been trying to take advantage of both of us. I will gladly give this little nothing I have of you two for something exclusively of her. I know you are a man of connections and power and I’m not asking for anything outrageous. I would just like to get rid of this trashy video of two people, for some more leverage against one.
Mason choking back his anger replied “I think I know where we stand. You are a right arrogant prick, Mr. Thanes. But then again I have dealt with pricks my entire life. You will have what you are looking for, and then I trust we will never have this conversation again.”
Two weeks to the day Mason delivered better than I ever could have imagined. He called me over to his office and handed me a binder upon arrival. Inside where several court records with Eva involved in a custody dispute over the last ten years. There was also information about how to get in contact with the father of Eva’s daughter.
“This is a start Danny, but I am giving up a lot for what looks to me more or less like public information.”
With a sneer he turned his eyes to the screen on the wall and replied “I told you I would get you what you want.”
A video began of a half dressed man sitting in a living room. His face had been edited out by digitally placing a yellow smiley face over his own. He left the view of the camera briefly, but when he returned Eva was there with him. After what looks like a very brief hello, Eva sat down on the couch and Smiley walked up close to the camera. He took an eightball of white powder from an antique box. He made certain to hold it in front of the camera, but the way his body was positioned Eva couldn’t have seen the intentional action.
As soon as he sits, Eva’s hand goes directly for the man’s cock. She slowly rubs it through his gym pants, until he makes a line for her on the table. After Eva takes it, she opens her blouse to expose those exquisite tits that I love. Smiley then dabs a bit of powder above her right nipple and snorts it off of her. Once the line was gone he continued licking and sucking on her enormous tits. It didn’t take long and his pants where down and Eva was sucking on his hard cock. He then reached over to the bag for a little treat for both of them. He dabbed a bit of the powder on his head and then let her go back to work. This really did the trick for him; he was soon flailing under Eva’s glorious mouth. Now Eva was a mean little cock sucker, I knew that first hand, and within about five minutes Smiley was ready to blow. She took the cock out of her mouth but continued beating it forcefully with both hands until he blew his load all over her naked chest. Eva disappeared for a moment and came back with her blouse buttoned. She took the rest of the bag and left.
I excitedly told Mason, “Brilliant Danny, I knew I could count on you. I don’t see any reason I would need that other video now. I can’t even think why I would have had it in the first place.”
Coldly Mason replied. “I will hold you to your word on it.”
I had power over Eva before, but nothing quite like this. I was absolutely ecstatic. That Bimbo with the rock star body was a coke whore; it was so shockingly obvious to me now I couldn’t believe I never saw it before. I adored her exotically white skin and the fact that the only ounce of fat on her entire body was just enough to make that beautifully round ass. Her tits were obviously fake, but they set marvelously on her thin frame. I couldn’t wait to make that delicious body mine once again. I was on my way to her house at once……as soon as I made the required copies of her indiscretion. I was tense with anticipation when I rang the bell.
Half hiding behind the door, she made it very clear she didn’t want to see me “Calvin you can’t be here. I haven’t said anything to anyone. Please. I am not going to. Please, just leave me alone.”
“But Eva I have missed you so. And there is something I need to talk to you about. It is to my understanding that an old fling of yours has been trying to give you a hard time about Nikki. I think it is something I need to come in and talk to you about.”
Scared stiff she replied “I don’t know what you know about it, but whatever you have to say about my little girl you need to say it.”
I repeated in the exact same tone “I think it is something I need to come in and talk to you about.”
She finally opened the door up and moved to the side as for me to enter. It was the first time in a while that I had gotten a good look at her and didn’t try to hide the fact that I was staring her over. Her sexy blonde spirals of hair fell down to where they barely touched the top of her breast. They were bound only in a light blue tank top which was stretched to its limit. Her dark blue shorts matched her eyes beautifully; they were tight against her crotch and were so small that they barely seemed to cover it. She shut the door behind me forcefully and walked over to the couch. From behind the tight shorts didn’t fully cover her wonderfully sculpted ass. They might have if positioned just right, but the way they were partially running up between her cheeks, about an inch of cleavage shown from the bottom of each side. I lightly ran a finger in her great crease as I followed behind her but she never stopped her stride.
“Now what do you know, and what do you want?”
“Perhaps I should show you what I know.”
I put the video in the player and sat down next to Eva. As she watched in horror I took the opportunity to remind myself what her tits felt like. I first rubbed them over her little shirt, enjoying the way her nipples stabbed through it. But soon my hand was underneath and experiencing them the way they were intended.
She turned to me with tears in her eyes. I loved the way mascara streaked on her face, the perfect blue of her eyes framed in black on that angelic white face was to absolutely die for. Staring straight into my eyes, she undid my zipper and then began to suck on my needy cock. Her lips were amazing and she sucked with such incredible motivation. As she bobbed viciously on my dick I watched her ass sticking up into the air. The thin shorts where driven as far as possible into her crack and I soon took advantage of her exposed ass. I gripped one side firmly and stretched and slapped it about. I then ran a finger under the edge of her shorts and found her inviting little asshole. I gripped her cheek firmly as the tip of my middle finger slid into her ass.
The mood was broke by a rattle at the door, followed by the sound of a key going into the lock.
Jumping up from my cock Eva exclaimed “Oh my God, it’s Nikki!”
She stuffed my cock into my pants and fastened me up. She pulled her top down to cover her huge tits but it did little to hide her hard nipples. As the door swung open, there stood a little girl who was absolutely adorable. I knew from the file that she was now thirteen. Leave it to a coke whore mother to let a beautiful little thirteen year old girl dress the way that she had. With the exception of the pigtails being blonde she was dressed like the epitome of a Japanese schoolgirl. She wore a white button down shirt, little plaid skirt not quite to the knee, and white socks high on her calves. I was pleased that the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree and so was my hard cock.
With a pause she squeaked “Mommy is everything ok?”
Wiping her eyes Eva told her “Yes Sweetie, there was a problem earlier but everything is ok now.”
As Eva stood and gave her a hug, I rubbed her ass which still had her little shorts buried deep in it.
As Eva sat back down, she told Nikki “Now go play in your room so I can talk to Mr. Thanes.”
“So this is Nikki!” I said lifting her by the hips and setting her on my lap and hard cock. “Your mommy has had wonderful things to say about you.”
Nikki’s eyes darted over to her mother’s with complete shock. Eva ran her hand across Nikki’s face.”
With a quivering lip she spoke “It’s ok Baby, Mr. Thanes is a very good man.”
I smiled at her “My name is Calvin, but you can call me Cal.”
“Hello Cal” she said timidly.
“You see Nikki, a very bad man wanted to take you away from your Mommy, but that isn’t going to happen anymore.”
Scared she looked again to Eva. “Mommy you wouldn’t let anyone take me!”
“Of course not Sweetie, I love you. Cal has been very good to us and has made sure that nobody is going to take you…”
“and now you and Mommy are going to be good to me.” I finished.
“What do you mean?” Nikki asked sheepishly.
“Oh come now you are a big girl. What do you think that hard thing is that you are sitting on?”
She looked at her mom with terror in her eyes. Eva concluded for her “It’s his penis Baby.”
“Have you ever seen a penis?”
Nikki slightly shook her head no.
“No! Well today is your lucky day, little girl.”
Sliding my hand under her ass and lifting her off of me, I began undoing my pants. I could hear Eva choking back but it was Nikki that I was watching. As I exposed my hard prick, Nikki’s eye’s never moved from it.
I stroked it slowly and asked her “Do you want to touch it?”
She once again sought approval from her mother who told her “It’s ok Precious; Please do what he says, we are going to help Cal so he can help you stay with me.”
She then gripped my cock but she obviously had never played with a cock before. She pulled it towards her and watched it spring back up amused.
“Mommy, why don’t you show her how it is done?” I posed.
Eva quickly took my dick in her hand and began stoking it oh so proficiently.
“Now Nikki can you rub right here?” I said placing her little hand on my balls.
I think she was trying to distract me from Nikki, because Eva soon had her tongue in my mouth. I did ever so enjoy it so I played her game for a bit, but something in me felt like I was letting her off too easy.
“Now Nikki, just like Mommy.” I told her.
She was able to mimic the motion rather well for being so inexperienced. Her two soft little hands rubbed my cock while I slid two fingers under her mother’s shorts. I knew Eva was in horror about the entire situation, but her pussy had betrayed her. She was so slick and wet I knew she had to of run through her shorts. But I didn’t want to let myself get too distracted.
“Nikki sweetie, now I need you to do the same thing with your mouth.” After a pause of no one saying anything I decided to add to the motivation. “I need you to do this for me honey and then I can make sure the bad man can’t take you away from Mommy.”
Immediately her little head went down. She wasn’t so hot on technique but the image of my cock looking so enormous pressed between the lips of this little beauty was amazing. Just like her mother, the blonde hair framed her face nicely as she stared up into my eyes with my cock in her mouth.
Eva jumped in “Here Baby, let me show you how to do it.”
I didn’t know what her game was now. She could have been trying to take the brunt of my attack, but judging by her warm sloppy cunt I almost think that is what she really wanted. She bobbed with the same ferocity that she had shown me in the office. I wanted to cum so bad. I wanted to shoot my load into her slutty little mouth. But I had a rare gem in my hands and wasn’t about to let it go just yet.
Pulling her head up by her hair I told her “Thank you. You two have been so wonderful at showing me attention and now it is my turn. I want you both to take of your clothes off for me. Now Mommy knows how I like it, so she is going to go first and then you do it like her ok?
Eva ran her hands up her thighs and onto her stomach, they continued until they reached her beautifully round tits. She made circles around them, lifting and pulling them with her motions. She then focused directly on the rock hard nipples that were darting from her little top. After working them over she finally pulled the top over her head with both hands to reveal them in all their glory. I greedily reached in for a feel of what she had been teasing me with. Soon she faced away from me so I could see that delicious ass once again. She slowly leaned over, pulling her shorts and thong down simultaneously. I couldn’t help but slide my fingers into that amazing pussy. Eva moaned with each successive thrust. Once fully lubricated I then slid one finger into her tight asshole and the moaning got much louder. Eva was so fucking amazing I kept letting her distract me from my prize.
“Ok Nikki, now it is your turn.”
Nikki tried to play with her little titties, but she just didn’t have near as much to work with. Soon her top was off and I was staring at her budding breast. What she lacked in mass she made up for in nipple. They were adorably tiny and extremely hard. I ran both hands over her chest and then pressed both nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. I then leaned in and put an entire breast into my mouth, letting my tongue flicker her pellet of a nipple. I noticed her squirming a bit, but what I took notice of next was far more pleasurable. Eva had started slowly jacking me off while I dined on her daughter’s tit. I relaxed my grip on her and taking her by the hand I spun her about like a ballerina. With her back to me she began to slide down her skirt.
“Uh uh, just the panties for now.” I instructed.
Mimicking her mother’s lean, Nikki removed her panties, revealing the most delectable little ass and pussy peeking out from the base of her skirt.
Without reserve I immediately dove in with my face buried in the innocent little crack so hard that I would have knocked her over had I not stabilized her. Her skin was so fresh and so tender, it was like I had never felt or tasted a pussy before in my life. My tongue was rabid against her virgin cunt, and my nose was buried firmly in her intoxicating asshole. That coupled with increasing speed of Eva’s hand on my cock I knew I was about to blow any second. I had to hurry inside of her. I quickly stood pressing my head into her heavenly little pussy. She let out a slight gasp of pain, but her mother quickly came to her aid.
Taking one of Nikki’s hands and wrapping the other arm around her head she told her “It is ok baby, be strong. You are such a good girl, and I love you and no one is ever going to take you away from me.”
She was so tight I would might have mistook it for a well lubed asshole. Knew the pressure against her walls must have been excruciating for her because it was oh so delightful for me. I was bottoming out inside Nikki before I was completely sheathed but it didn’t matter. The extra rubbing of her back wall on the tip of head was enough to drive me over.
“Oh God, fuck yes. Uh, Uh, you beautiful little slut. Ohh, you have such an amazing pussy.”
As my body started to tense, I gripped and spread her tiny little cheeks as hard as I could. With that, my cock started pumping and pumping and pumping shot after shot into her tiny little cavity. Nikki cried out in pain as I was pressing so hard into her. As I pulled my sensitive cock from her aching hole, streams of semen followed. I looked down to see both the girls with shiny tears on their beatific faces. They were so beautiful to me, and I cared for them both so much. I kissed them both firmly on the lips and told them everything was going to be ok now.

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Love or Lust Part 2.

Love or lust? P.2. (this part came out before P.1. I know, it’s weird, but cop it).
This story lies after my return from France; yes, after all the ‘Exchange trip to France’ stories. However, this is mainly a continuation of ‘Love or lust? P.1’, which finished with me leaving for France for an exchange.
Read P.1. for the background or beginning of the story if needed, although there is no sex in that chapter, just an introduction (however, I know it’s weird, but this part came out first, I just felt like writing this section of the story first, so don’t be alarmed if you can’t find my P.1., it will be out soon!).
This story is where the fun begins, but I will admit it takes a long time to begin the fun stuff. This is a true story and I’m writing it for my benefit as well as for the sex stuff that you guys like to read, so this makes the story rather long and descriptive. I’m also writing it for here because I love to read stories here too, so I felt the need to give back.Please NOTE: I am not a virgin because of what happened in France, but Ashley thinks I am a virgin, and I’m not too proud of the French girl ordeal, so I don’t tell her (I’m kind of ashamed of it), though FYI, I wasn’t ‘cheating’ on her because we weren’t really ‘going out’ at the time.

I’ll first describe myself: I’m a 17 year old Australian guy, I’m relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and I’m a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I don’t work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, a mum and a dad.

I had arrived back from France; I had had a nice recovery day, followed by a few welcome parties from friends, and a few gatherings or chill fests. After a while, I managed to build up the courage to give Ashley a call. After all, I had ditched her to go to France without telling her, and she seemed pretty pissed off, but I liked her company, and I could use someone to talk to right about now, and I wouldn’t mind seeing if I could start up that ‘fling’ again we had those few months back, where we would just meet up for a make out session; one of them I scored a blow job, but we never actually had sex. I called her and was surprised to hear she was more than happy to hear from me and would be delighted to come around.
This meeting however, deviated slightly from the typical routine we had back in the day. The norm was organised; Ashley told her parents that she was going to Amanda’s house (a friend of Ashley’s who lives close to me; Ashley lives really far away), but in fact was going to mine, but this time it wasn’t for just for an afternoon, or a few hours. My parents were gone for the weekend to our beach house and one of my sisters was sleeping at friend’s place and the other was at her boyfriend’s house for basically the whole weekend. Of course, my parents wouldn’t approve my sisters leaving me alone in the house for such long time, but they only wouldn’t approve if they found out. I did the figures and found that I could safely assume the house would be all mine from about 3pm on Saturday for about 28 hours: until 5 – 8pm on Sunday night, making the perfect weekend. And before you ask, house parties where parents are away are messy and I don’t like them; I’ve been to one and a fight broke out. The cops showed and I had to make a statement, the worst part being that there was weed there; it was really just luck my parents didn’t find out about my wrong doings. I didn’t do any weed, but if they found out I was in the vicinity of the illegal substance, I would have been a dead man. This pretty much threw me off the idea of having my own house parties for good.
I had told her the things happening, and that she was welcome to sleep at my house if she wanted to, but I would understand if she didn’t want to or couldn’t, but I also made the option clear that she could come for a normal day out on Sunday if she wished. I knew it was a long shot, but it couldn’t hurt in trying. The answer also depended if she could sucker her parents letting her sleep at ‘Amanda’s house’. But I was given the ‘all clear’ sign when she called back and said that her parents said it was fine, she told them they were doing an “assignment” and it would be easier as a sleep over because it was a pain to drive back to her house. I laughed at that one. If told my parents I was going to a friend’s place for a sleep over for an “assignment” the first question they would ask would be “what assignment?” I guess different parents get enticed by different words. We planned for Ashley to arrive at 4pm, a good hour after the house is clear. I was surprised things were working so well; I guess I didn’t piss off Ashley about going to France as much as I thought.
I was playing of COD (6) on the computer when the knock came at a bit after 4pm. I had just died (losing a kill streak I might add), so I dashed to the door to let her in. I opened the door and my dog Max ran inside to her rug as usual, but I wasn’t looking at Max; I was looking at her. She was standing there in pink tracksuit pants, with a relatively baggy jumper on. She had on her beautiful face her big wide, welcoming smiles I could never get sick of seeing. I reckon the world does “stop and stare for a while” when she smiles. I wanted to give her a big hug and kiss, but she was carrying an unusually large number of bags, and they looked heavy. I swiftly walked to her and grabbed the bags out of her hands, and took the one off her back.
“Damn, thanks, I’ve walked about 2kms with those bags so be happy I brought them.” She said as she stretched her shoulders. I realised what was in one of them when I heard the clanks of glass bottles from inside it. I gave it a shake to emphasise the noise and grinned mischievously at Ashley, who looked back at me innocently.
“Amanda thought we might get thirsty so she got her brother to buy some ‘refreshments’ for us.” She said sarcastically, in an innocent little girl’s voice, while giving a puppy dog eye look.I just shook my head while grinning and gestured her to walk inside, me following her, while I kicked the front door shut with my foot.
I placed the bags in the kitchen on the bench I told Ashley that I was in an awesome COD game and was doing pretty well so I wanted to quickly finish it.
“Well, guess what I brought Aaron…” She said, as she reached into another one of her bags, and took out her dad’s laptop, his really good laptop.
“Let’s play some COD together you spunk!” She slapped my ass as she ran past to the computer room. I blinked, slowly. I couldn’t believe this. She brought her dad’s laptop to play COD with me. Wow. This weekend was really going to be great!
Ashley likes COD, as much as most of we guys do, the only reason she doesn’t play is because she can’t afford a computer and her family computer is made of wood so it’s way too shit to play COD. Even if she did save enough to buy one herself, her parents are like mine; they don’t let you buy your own computer for yourself, “anti-social” being the main word of their excuse.
I looked at the table and noticed she left her charger and mouse here, so I grabbed them and took them to the computer room, entering find her continuing my game. I laughed as I began to hook up her laptop. She was really good at sniping and quick scoping so she had chosen my sniper weapons class set, I’m more the opposite; I prefer being up close and personal, using flash grenades combined with melee and shotguns. I could see she was very good, better than I thought, rolling a 10 kill streak in only a couple of minutes. It was cut short by a camping noob tuber; a cheap, but as Ashley just proved, a deadly combination.
“Fuck that!” She yelled at the screen.
“Noob tubing is one thing, but camping AND noob tubing is just stupid!” She yelled, trying to convince no one in particular. It took all my strength to not laugh my heart out at this scene unraveling before me as I set up her laptop with our network. She was a serious gamer, dead serious. Perhaps it’s a good thing she doesn’t have her own laptop, after all. I finished setting up her laptop and grabbed a spare headset and plugged it in. I grabbed mine I already had connected on my computer and handed it to Ashley, carefully, worried that I might disturb her game. She took them off me and put them on.
“Thanks babes!” She said, I guess she can quite easily separate her game emotions from life, which I’m glad of; I don’t want an angry COD addict in my house all weekend. I smiled at the thought of playing COD with a girl, with the knowledge that I was just about to do just that. I put the headset on and sat down at her computer, at the opposite side of the desk to Ashley. I launched COD and looked at Ashley and grinned. I was getting prepared for the most intense games of COD in my life.
We played COD for a good 3 hours; we concluded we’d stop after one of us got a tactical nuke (25 kill streak reward which ends the game). After some heavy team work we got one; we agreed it would be easier to be me, as she could cover me and snipe loose runners while I ran in and flushed them out. And then, as agreed, we stopped. We were massively COD’d out, my voice was sore; too much screaming at the screen, and my eyes felt square. But it was all worth it though. It was great fun. During the course of our game play, as you can imagine, we got pretty worked up. I had taken my t-shirt and socks off, leaving only my jeans on. Ashley had taken her jumper off, followed by her jeans. Later, she took off her t-shirt too and she played for a while with just her bra and panties on, a pretty hot scene if you ask me. I mean, just imagine an extremely hot chick playing COD in just her underwear with a headset on. Yes, hot. Although, it didn’t last long because I kept ogling her near-naked top half rather than concentrating on the game. She gave me a couple of chances but ended up having to put one of my oversized t-shirts I wear to bed from the nearby basket of washing, rolling her eyes in the process. The last piece of clothing to hit the floor was when she reached under her t-shirt and snapped her bra off from under the shirt, then dropping it to the floor. She never met my eyes while she did this; I expected a lusty look or something, but this left her just in her large t-shirt and panties hiding her nakedness.
We turned off the computers and got up, stretching as we did so, me being very aware of her near nakedness. She bent over to pick up her discarded clothes and I walked over to her and grabbed her perfectly formed ass, caressing it with my hands, with only her panties to obstruct them.
“You should watch where point that ass, girl, or someone might get ideas.” I said cheekily, as she gently pushed back on my hands. Past her ass I could see down the t-shirt and I could just make out the ends of her tits.
After that brief moment of awe, she stood straight up and flipped around, facing me, looking at me dead in the eyes. She grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a kiss. I grabbed her around the shoulders, I loved it the way our tongues danced with each other; it was amazing. My hands managed to find their way under her shirt, grasping her bare back, while hers had dropped down into my jeans and grabbed my ass, while giving it a nice squeeze. She edged her hands out of my jeans and jumped on me, her hands linking around my neck and shoulders, while my hands quickly gripped her legs to reduce the weight on my back. This sudden jump caused me to lose balance slightly, and I walked backwards quickly and hit a side wall, which hurt my back a but I wasn’t really thinking about pain right then; I was thinking more of her tight gripping my shoulders while savagely attacking my lips. However, I eventually got tired, my arms felt like they were going to drop out of their sockets not to mention my back was sore from carrying her for so long, so I told her I had to drop her, and tell her I needed a rest.
“We’ll finish this later.” She winked as she released my shoulders, dropped down and walked off. I eyed her sexy pair legs as they trotted off that I just had my hands on not two seconds ago, yet I wanted to touch them more.
I walked back to the kitchen while cracking my neck and stretching my shoulders.
“Next time she can do that carrying and I’ll force her onto the wall.” I laughed at the thought of a girl nearly half my size carrying me with my hairy legs wrapped around her waist. That’s when I remembered why I was in the kitchen in the first place.
“Ashley!” I yelled. “Cooking some dinner, did do you want anything?”
“Anything! I don’t care!” She called back, her voice echoing from upstairs, probably because she was in the bathroom.
I decided to go for the simple as I wasn’t much of a cook; bacon and eggs with toast.
I had just started serving the bacon and eggs when feet sliding across the floor towards the kitchen.
“Mmmm….smells nice.” She said as she walked into the room. Her hair was wet from what I assumed the shower. It made her look just that much sexier, she continued to wear her t-shirt and panties though, from what I could see she wasn’t wearing her bra either. I didn’t wonder for very long; she apparently could read minds.
“I forgot to bring my clothes upstairs, but it was hot anyway and I like this t-shirt.” She grinned. “It suites you well too.” I smiled. I pointed out her seat, with my freshly prepared meal on the table in front. I had cooked it perfectly and I was quite proud of my work. She sat down and I sat down on the opposite side, bringing my plate with me. She asked me what happened in France. The normal questions, how was my family, did we get along, what did I do, etc. I answered them and she seemed a tad jealous, especially the part where I told her I tried weed and how I got drunk so many times.
“Well, we got heaps of booze here.” She winked. I told her maybe later, when we could sleep it off. I followed my responses with some of my own, typical conversation questions. I did learn that she had had a boyfriend while I was away, which upset me a little, but it didn’t last long anyway because she compared him to me, and he just “couldn’t make the scale” she said. She noticed the sport section of the newspaper and we began to talk about the footy; what’d I miss, what was happening how my team was going. Just general chat.
After we had finished, I picked up our plates and took them to the dishwasher. As I was bending over packing the plates into the dishwasher, I felt some hands gently placed on my ass.
“Mmmm…” She purred, “Such a nice feel to it.” She put the tops of hands into my jeans, giving her a feel of the top of my ass. I packed the last plate, closed the dishwasher as I stood up, pulling her hands away. I turned around, my eyes meeting with hers. I leaned in and kissed her, just a deep, soft peck on the lips, but she seemed to have her weapons loaded as she attacked my mouth with her tongue, her hands wrapping around my bare shoulders. I didn’t want break anything in the kitchen, nor did I want this to stop, so I looped my left arm under her legs and lifted her up, my right arm holding her back up and she squealed from surprise. I started walking, or running, up the hallway and up the stairs to my room, being careful of her legs from hitting the side walls. The whole way she was trying to kiss me, but had failed miserably. I threw her onto the bed and jumped on after her.
This make-out session continued for a long while. It felt good: her warm body next to mine, freedom for my hands to roam around on her, under her shirt, but most importantly, her tight ass (my favourite).
After a while of this, she started to kiss down my body, starting down my chin, down my neck, very slowly down my stomach and abs until she reached my jeans. She worked her way in undoing the fly, and then slowly pulled them down with my jocks, my hard member springing from confinement. She pulling my pants and jocks to the end of my feet and threw them on the floor. Now the only shred of clothing I had on was a necklace. I concluded what Ashley’s plan was.
“Ashley, you don’t have to do that.” I knew how much she hated blowjobs.
“I want to though; I want to…make you feel good.” She responded, and with that took a mouthful of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body; the heat and wetness was amazing, and the sucking and tongue swirling around was an added bonus. I closed my eyes; put my hands behind my head, savoring the feeling. Sometimes my cock would touch the back of her throat. I wished it would happen more often. I alternated my hands between resting behind her head, gently guiding her head on my cock, to back behind my head.
This continued for a few minutes until she suddenly stopped, my cocking leaving her mouth and meeting with the cool air. I guess she wanted a break. I felt her weight shift off the bed, and was so deeply relaxed that I just lay there, eyes closed, waiting for her return to my pulsing member. I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because when I came too I felt her sweet mouth descend onto my cock again, and the touch of her arms being placed on the top part of both of my legs…but that was when I realized something was different. All her weight seemed to be pushing on me, and her mouth felt…different. My suspicions were confirmed as realized that the arms resting on my legs weren’t in fact her arms, but were the shins of her legs. My cock hadn’t been engulfed by her mouth, but had slipped into her hot, wet, steaming cunt! I was immediately wide awake and was about to start yelling at her, but was quickly silenced by a kiss, her now naked boobs crashing into my chest. She must have stripped while I was asleep. The sudden movement of her caused my cock to sink even deeper into her depths; waves of pleasures sparked through my body, me groaning into her mouth as we kissed. Her tongue explored my mouth and I hers. My hands grabbed her tanned back tightly. After the kiss I managed to get a word out.
“I thought we agreed that we would…well agree to do this for one…but also much later?” I said, rather annoyed that she had decided to do this while I was basically asleep to avoid an argument. I could call the cops and charge her for rape. I ought to.
“Yeah, well, I changed my mind. I think we have waited long enough, too long actually.” She replied, with a matter-of-fact tone.
“Why didn’t you just ask me rather than just mounting me randomly? You know you just took each of our virginities. If you had just asked I would have said yes.” I stated, still aware my cock was nested deep inside her pulsing pussy.
“Well I know you Aaron and I know you’d get all shitty if I asked, you may have said yes but only after asking me a thousand billion times if I had thought about and if you were the right guy blah blah blah…so I decided for the surprise attack!” She replied.
“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission.” She quoted from a character in a movie we had watched. I wouldn’t tell her, but she was right. I would have argued and basically been a brick wall to talk to. I had a very strict moral compass when it came to sex, especially involving cherries being popped; I believed one’s first time sticks in your mind the most and should be taken with delicacy. I’ve told Ashley all these ideals at one stage, which is why she knew the best route to take if she wanted, well, a root. All other three bases were basically ok with no complaints off me, but fourth base is where I start getting ‘shitty’ as Ashley said.
“Man! How come we didn’t do this sooner! It feels so good!” She cried out in pleasure, the syllable of ‘man’ dragging out. She leaned back, my hands releasing her back; the movements of her tight pussy on my cock caused me to moan. She arched her head back as far as it would go, her messy, sweaty hair drooping down her back, placing her hands behind her to keep herself balanced. My hands found her hips, helping her stay still. She wriggled her hips back and forth; getting use to the feeling of my shaft inside her, if not, trying to get it to wriggle deeper. She had the face of a girl that would be in absolute sheer pleasure, yet all she had felt was my cock buried basically only stationary inside her.
She leaned her head forward again, making eye contact with me.
“For the record, I think I made a perfect decision involving my first time.” She smiled at me.
“What about me?” I asked, slightly accusingly.
“Well it’s too late now, you are forever and ever going to have me in your mind as your cherry popper. Lifelong torture. Cry me a river.” She laughed and I frowned, but agreed.
“You’re right, sometimes I over analyse things a bit too much.” I agreed.
“Just a bit too much. But that’s what I love about you Aaron, you are so selfless. So we going to get started or what?” The compliment seemed to do a good job in making me forget what she did earlier.
“Don’t usually girls bleed their first time? Are you ok?” I asked, slightly concerned. She’d already told but I’d completely forgotten.
“I told you: I broke hymen when I fell off a horse; so if you called that as my virginity I lost it when I was 12.”
I laughed as my hands roamed from her sides to her ass cheeks, my hands giving her a nice squeeze. Damn, so firm.
“I was just worried about you. That’s all. Well, that’s good; we can get right into the action then!”
She grinned at me, her eyes gleaming with lust and she began to slowly wriggle her hips, back and forth, across my belly, my hands guiding her. The slow movement was driving me crazy; it nearly felt like she was teasing me, but according to her screwed up face she was feeling the same way. She was biting her lip as if she was suppressing a moan, but this didn’t last as she started to increase her tempo, slowly getting faster, until she started to begin bouncing rather than just rocking, causing us both to moan uncontrollably. Up and down, up and down, her hair bouncing with each fluid movement. She would drop until nearly all my cock was inside her, then rise again until just the tip of my cock was in her, then drop again. I found my hips had started moving, instinct had taken over, and each thrust meeting her downwards plunge onto my shaft. My hands continued to help her up and down, gripping her ass cheeks as tight as they could. I loved the feeling of her firm ass slapping into me as she came down. A few times she rose too high and my cock slipped out of her pussy, before she came down falling on top of it awkwardly. We’d both just laugh, and we’d work together in getting back in, before resuming the process. Each time it happened she got a little faster in aiming back in line, before descending right back onto it. It was a good sight; watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I sat up and took one of her tits into my mouth, my hands grabbing her back, brushing her hair aside and continuing their quest to help her motion of riding my cock. The sucking sent her even wilder than she was; her moaning was now a scream.
“Oh my god! Aaron! That feels…so…good!”
Despite the setbacks and pauses I knew I couldn’t last much longer; it’d had been a miracle I’d lasted so long, even though it wasn’t actually that long, it just felt long to me. I felt the tingling feeling in my balls and the point of no return arriving swiftly.
“Ashley, I’m , I mean I’m gonna…” I was cut short.
“ It’s ok baby, I’m cumming too, just hold on a bit longer, just a bit…Ohhhhhhhh Aaron! I’ve been waiting for so long from France!” She groaned hysterically as she did one final plunge onto my cock. Her orgasm began; her pussy walls began to contract and squeeze wildly around my cock, which caused me to squirt a deep load inside of her, squirt after squirt, load after load. I felt like it wouldn’t end. I had my face buried between her tits with my hands behind her back, her hair draped over them, while I was pulling her into me and was moaning into her tits, using them as a muffler. I was exhausted as a fell back onto the bed, gently pulling her with me. It was only then I realised something of crucial importance.
“Oh my god! We didn’t use a condom! Shit! Do you have a…”
“It’s ok, I’m on the pill.” She said quickly, and rather impatiently, as if to say ‘how dumb do you think I am?’
This answer satisfied me somewhat as I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with her in my arms.

I’ll make P. 3. if I get good ratings for this/I can be bothered.
Cheers. P.1 will be up soon too for those who want a background story.

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First Day of Summer: My Introduction Continues

I was eleven when I sucked my first cock and got my first taste of cum. My cousin, Joe who was thirteen at the time introduced me to it. He sucked my dick for a few minutes then had me return the favor. He never imagined that I would suck his dick until he came and ask for more.
He had been sucking the cock of a thirty year old father of a friend of his and had decided to show me what he had learned. After I sucked Joe’s cock he took me to this guy and I sucked his dick also. Little did I know things would get even better.
“Joe,” Robert called to my cousin as we swam in the pool. “Want to see if I am ready?” Joe swam to the side of the pool and hoisted himself up. Robert was wearing a terry cloth robe with nothing underneath. Robert opened up his robe and I caught a good sight of it before it’s soft flaccid length went into Joe’s mouth. In just seconds Robert pushed Joe away. His dick had been brought to life by Joe. Robert’s dick, I would later learn, was a good seven and one half inches long. All I knew was that it had been an hour since I had sucked a delicious load of cum out of it and was already wanting more.
“Ready for some more dick, Alex?” Robert asked?
I did not answer. I just started swimming to the side of the pool. Joe had already engulfed Robert’s dick with his mouth. I got out of the pool and kneeled next to Joe. I watched as the a good three quarters of Robert’s cock, slippery and shiny with saliva worked it’s way in and out of Joe’s mouth. I felt my mouth start to water in anticipation.
Robert tapped the side of Joe’s face with a finger and Joe moved off of his cock. I got the feeling that Joe and Robert had been doing this for a while. “Alex, suck Joe’s dick for a bit. I have to get something.”
I climbed out of the pool and as I approached, Joe laid back in the poolside lounge chair. He stroked his dick a couple of times. I got between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. I loved the way it felt as it moved in and out, back and forth into my mouth. I loved the harness of the shaft and the spongy softness of the head. “I can’t believe you haven’t done this before today.”
I just shrugged in reply. Joe moaned and bucked his hips. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don’t cum just yet. I have a treat for you.” Robert said as he reappeared.
“I wasn’t cumming.” Joe answered. “He is just so damned good.”
“Who would have thought he was such a natural?” Richard said. “So we just take him to the next step.”
“Alex,” Richard put a hand on my ass. “This might sting a little, but it will feel good before you know it. You let me know if you don’t like it, okay?”
With a mouth full of cock I could only say, “Mm hmm.”
Robert dipped two fingers into a jar of cold cream and then rubbed the outside of my asshole with it. It felt strange, but it also felt good. After a few moments I felt a tentative probe of my asshole with a finger. It felt slightly uncomfortable but I felt no pain at all. But through the uncomfortable tightness, I also felt a bit of pleasure. Before long I knew he had his finger in my ass, as I could feel his hand against my cheeks.
I felt a second finger slide in next to the first. Waves of pleasure started to wash over me as Robert worked the fingers back and forth. I started pushing back against his hand. “You like that?” Robert asked.
I moved my mouth off of Joe’s cock and breathlessly said, “It feels wonderful!”
“It gets better,” Robert said. He pulled me back to the edge of the lounge chair. He put both hands on my ass and spread it slightly. He dipped his fingers into the jar of cold cream and then stopped short of smearing any on his dick. Instead he spoke to Joe. “Joe, come here. He is your cousin. Only fitting you take his cherry.”
Robert held his fingers in place and I ground my ass against them. I could not believe how incredible it felt. Robert pulled his fingers out of my ass hole and I could not hold back a long, “No!” in protest.
“It’s just for a minute and you will love it.” Robert said. I watched as he smeared some cold cream all over Joe’s dick. He had Joe kneel behind me and guided his dick to my asshole. I felt the spongy head of Joe’s dick against my asshole as he gently pushed it in. There was no real pain, only a slight discomfort as my asshole resisted for a moment. “Slowly, Slowly. Slowly push it all the way in.” Robert instructed.
After a minute I felt Joe’s stomach against my ass. I pushed back against him. Joe slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was still in my ass then he pushed it back in. With each stroke he kept increasing the rhythm and with each stroke the pleasure was getting better and better for me. I grabbed the sides of the lounge chair and started moving back and forth, meet each of his strokes.
“Is that good, Joe?” Robert asked!
“Oh yeah it is!” Joe answered breathlessly. “It is better than his mouth!”
I felt Joe’s dick grow harder in my ass and seconds afterward I felt the first warm splash of cum. I felt Joe dig his fingers into my ass cheeks as he groaned. I placed my head down on the chair and reached back with both hands, pulling him to me by the legs. I knew he had cum and knew he was about to pull away and I could not bear the thought of it. I wanted more.
“No! No!” I said. “No! Don’t stop!”
Robert got to my side and stuck his dick in my mouth. I felt Joe’s cock grow soft inside of me and on one stroke he pulled out to far and his dick popped out of my ass. He tried but he was too soft to go back in. I felt a warm stream of cum drip down the inside of my leg.
Robert pulled his dick from my mouth and positioned himself where Joe had been. I felt him squeegee the cum that had run down my leg with his cock. His dick slid into my ass with no pain at all, but I felt much more pleasure. I felt an overwhelming desire to be kissed. I lifted my head up, reached back and wrapped my arm around Robert’s head and pulled him to me. He gave me a clumsy kiss.
I felt he wanted to kiss me also but our position did not allow it to be done well. He pulled his cock out of my ass and rolled me over to my back. He placed a folded towel beneath my ass had me spread my legs for him. He slipped down, took my cock in his mouth for a few moments then moved up and slipped his oh so awesome cock into me again. As he started grinding against me he placed his mouth on mine. When he broke the kiss he started humping hard. I bucked up to meet his every stroke. I felt the same sensation I had felt earlier. A glow and my dick grew harder between us. I was cumming! I felt my cum spew between us and I arched my back and moaned. It was the best thing I had ever felt. A look of curiosity crossed Robert’s face, like he had trouble processing what had just happened. He placed his hands under my ass and lifted me up a bit. He started slamming into my ass hard and I was in complete and total ecstasy. And it happened again. My cock started spewing thin clear ropes of slippery fluid as an orgasm washed over me again. This proved to be too much for Robert as I felt his dick grow hard and pulse deep inside my ass. I felt him grow soft inside me and I protested. Ground against him, trying to get him hard again to no avail. He said he wished he could fuck me again but he would probably not be able to until the next day.
Joe and I showered together and I went down on him, trying to get him hard again but it did not happen. He got half a hardon and the best I could do was squeeze out a couple of drops of cum in the end.
“How long have you and Robert been doing that?” I asked as we walked home.
“About a month. We only did the sucking thing. I did not even think of sticking my cock in his ass or letting him stick it in mine.” He answered.
“Would you let him do it to you now?”
“No. I loved doing to you and wanted to do it you again, but ran out of gas. I don’t want to be the one with the cock in the ass though. Did you like it?”
“I loved it. When do you think we will be able to do it again?”
Joe just shook his head.
We walked into the house just as Joe’s mom, my aunt Layla was hanging up the phone. She had called Robert’s house looking for us. “It’s Tuesday, Joe. Or had you forgotten?”
“Oh crap! Karate!” Joe exclaimed.
“That’s right. Get your Gi and hurry up or we will be late.” She turned to me. “If your Uncle Harvey or Jessie get home before we get back, tell them that dinner is in the oven and they can either eat or wait for us.”
My aunt, Layla was my mom’s sister. She was plump but amazingly curvy. One of those women who looked a lot better with a few extra pounds on them than thin. Uncle Harvey and Jessie (Harvey’s brother) owned an auto parts store. Jessie had lived with my aunt and uncle for as long as I could remember.
Jessie was about the same age that Robert was. He arrived home just a couple of minutes after my aunt and Joe left. I told him about dinner. He thought for a second then he said he would wait. My Uncle was stopping off at a bar for a couple of beers anyway. He would not be home for at least an hour and a half.
I went into the living room and turned the TV on. I heard the water to the shower in Jessie’s room start running. I felt my dick grow hard in my jeans. My thoughts went back an hour or so to Robert’s big dick and how it had felt when he fucked me. I remembered how disappointed I felt when neither Robert nor Joe could give me anymore dick. I wondered about Jessie.
I went into Jessie’s room. The door to the bathroom was about a quarter of the way open. I peeked in and saw Jessie, his head tilted back as water fell on him. His eyes were closed. He was tracing circles on his nipples with the fingers on one hand and with his other hand he was stroking back and forth on a big thick cock. Much thicker than Robert’s and way longer. Soapy foam squeezed through his fingers as he moved his hand the length of his cock.
I was so transfixed on his cock that I did not even notice when he opened his eyes and saw me watching him. I was startled when he spoke. “Like what you see?”
“Um..uh..what are you doing?” I stammered.
“You don’t know?”
“Not really.”
He turned the water off and moved to face me. “You want to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Stroke it for me. It won’t bite you.”
I walked to him. Jessie took my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. It was rock hard and appeared to have grown a little. It looked much bigger in my hand. He held me by my wrist as he started moving my hand back and forth. After a few strokes he let go and let me jerk him off on my own. Jessie took a bottle of hair conditioner and poured a little on my hand. His cock got all slick and slippery as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. He asked me to get undressed and in the shower with him. I looked at his quite massive dick and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on it.
I put my clothes in a neat pile on the floor and stepped into the shower. Jessie was rinsing the conditioner off of his cock. I pushed his hand off of his dick and rubbed the last of the conditioner off. Jessie put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me down. He caressed my head as I opened my mouth. Once I closed my lips over his dick all gentleness was gone. He shoved his cock into my mouth until my face was pressed against his stomach. It surprised him that I pushed hard against his stomach seeking even more cock than what he was giving me. He started fucking my face. Thrusting in and out. Every few strokes he would shove the whole length of his cock into my face, press my lips against his stomach and hold it there for a few seconds.
“You like that, don’t you little fuck!” He asked.
With a mouth full of cock, “Mmm hmmm!” was the best answer I could give him.
“I was hoping you would be willing to do this some day. I thought about your cousin, Joe. But he’s family. That would not be right, but you! The things I can do to you!” He held my head tighter and humped into my mouth even harder. “You gonna eat my cum, you little faggot? You like to eat cum?”
I had gone from not even knowing that cum came from dicks to loving cum in the space of a couple of hours. I wanted nothing more than feel my mouth fill up his cum at that moment, but I also knew what answer would most excite him.
“Please,” I said, pulling my mouth off of his cock for a second. “Don’t cum in my mouth. That stuff is gross!”
Jessie stuck his cock back in my mouth. “That is too bad you sick little queer. You will take every drop I give you!:
His pre-cum dripped into my mouth. I knew my prize getting close. He kept fucking my mouth, his dick getting hard with every stroke. He started to grunt. “Hold up,” he said, pulling his dick out of my mouth. He tilted my face up. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little bit. I want to see this”
I followed his instructions. Jessie started to stroke his dick like he had been when I first saw him. After a few strokes he would push it into my mouth, slide it in and out a couple of times then start stroking it again.
“I’m gonna cum!” He tilted his head back.
I said, “No. Don’t! Not in my mouth!” I pulled my face away.
This excited him. “Shut up you little queer! Now open your mouth!”
Opened my mouth and the first spurt of thick salty cum hit my tongue, skidding to the back of my throat. Jessie shoved his dick mouth for two strokes then pulled it back to where it sat on the tip of my tongue spurting cum. Jessie held my head and shoved all of his cock into my mouth and held it there. It pulsed and throbbed spewing the last of the cum I so loved straight into my throat.
When Jessie released my head I worked my mouth slowly back and forth over his dick. Hoping it would get hard again. Jessie was completely breathless and said, “Damn you little fag. That was great. I can’t believe you had not given me any of that before.”
I took his dick out of my mouth, “I was not doing it before. Not before today, anyway.”
I went back to sucking on his dick as it went limp in spite of my best efforts to keep that from happening. Jessie’s cock got halfway hard but no more. It was a big disappoint to both of us, but we made do. “Open your mouth again.”
I opened my mouth and Jessie started stroking his cock really hard and really fast. It was than a minute
before he shoved his dick into my mouth and started working it back and forth and cumming almost immediately. This time he did not want to see the cum go into my mouth. He just face fucked until it was done.
As we were getting dressed after getting out of the shower I asked Jessie, “How often do you do that?”
“Do what?”
I moved my hand back and forth in front of my crotch.
“Jack off?”
“Is that what it is called?”
“Yeah. It’s called jacking off among other things. I do that everyday, at least once. Twice a couple of times a week. Today was one of those two a day days. Usually, I jack off in the morning when I shower for work.”
In the mornings, my Uncle Harvey would leave at about 6. He hated doing paperwork in the evening so he would go early in the morning to catch up. My Aunt Layla would leave about 7 to pick up parts at the bus station and local shipping companies. She would them take these to the store, sort them and deliver most to auto repair shops around town that had ordered them. She always came home at noon. Jessie never left the house 8:30.
“See you before your shower in the morning?” I asked.
The first day of my summer and it was shaping up to be a good one.

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