( 3 ) Joy gets kinky with more group fun
we both take on more guys
we both take on more guys
Okay so here is the chapter 5 installment. I hope you enjoy this one. I had a lot of fun writing it. If you have any suggestions for the future story line or wish to see something special leave a comment or a private message and I will take it into consideration. Chapter 6 to follow soon.
A roman caesar receives a very talented gift – but what talents does she possess?
My Sister – our new ‘Jack Off Buddy’
…..We all just lay there exhausted. We all thought the same thing…how did this great fun all get started….
……My sister Jen had gotten tits and a nice shape on her. She just annoyed me mostly and I ignored her. I had a jack off buddy that I jacked off together with all the time. (I’m Gordon, he’s Phil.) He would spend the night and we would talk about the latest girl we wanted to fuck, and jack off thinking about her. One night my pest of a sister spied on us and later told me she saw us jacking off together. I told her to keep her mouth shut or else. She smiled and said she would if *…she could come in my room and watch us. I told my buddy and we laughed, and said: ……“Ewww, no way!”……
…..Well….after seeing her tease us, wiggle her butt at us, and feeling her own tits when no one was around….We finally decided to let her watch us, but she had to be naked! I figured that would stop her.
Oh no, the little shit loved the idea. She kept bugging me about when we were going to jack off next. I told my buddy and we picked a night when my folks would be gone. I told her the night and time. My buddy and I talked about a the new set of twins in school and how we wanted to fuck them both bad. Our dicks were tenting as we slow stroked them and talked.
…..We both wondered how it would be having a girl watch us jack off. It was kind of a turn on as we waited.
…..Then we hear my bedroom door slowly open. In steps my sister with a long nightgown on. She closed and locked the door. She walked over and stood at the foot of my big bed. She had her long hair down and really looked pretty sexy. I whispered: …(“Naked Jennifer!, remember.”) My buddy and I chuckled. We watch her smiling face as she slowly lifted her nightgown off. I hadn’t seen her naked since she was real little. I had to admit she looked pretty hot naked.
…..She now had some nice small titties and a nice shape and a patch of hair on her pussy. …..Well, my buddy and I now had something to look at as we jacked off. She didn’t say a word. I decided to have her lay on the bed, with her pussy facing us. We pushed down the covers. I told her: (“Come up here and lay between us, legs first.”) She smiled big and crawled up and put her feet between us. I said: (“Now, bend your knees up, and open your legs wide.”) She did it. Now my buddy and I had a real pussy to look at close, while we jacked off. I tossed her a pillow to prop her head up with so she could watch us. We began jacking off. She watched us all intently and soon her finger drifted down to her pussy and she began rubbing her clit.
I wondered what the hell she must be thinking…..
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(….“Wow, this is so hot! I get to watch 2 guys jacking off and they are staring and thinking only of me!…I bet they wish they were fucking me…tee hee…I love looking at their dicks, and watching them jack themselves. It’s making my pussy tingle real good. I wonder which one will cum first. This is so exciting, I’m going to have a good orgasm, I just know it! I’ll feel my titties for them, to make them want me more.
…..Oooooo that got their attention!…Phil is really getting excited and jacking faster…he’s so cute, I’d like to do that jacking for him….I bet this will lead to some more hot stuff….my girlfriends would sure envy me, if they could see me now…..my clit is really sensitive, wow…this is great…
…..Oh my…I think …I’m…going to orgasm…oh yes!….eeeeehhhhhhsh…oh my god!…that was the best one I’ve ever had!…wow…I just beat them to it…Wow!, look at that cum shoot out of their dicks!…I love it!…they both stared at me when they shot their cum, I bet they’ll invite me back…I want to do this a lot more!”….)
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…..Wow….that was hot! Looking at my sister rubbing her pussy was a new turn on, I see my buddy Phil liked it too. We both shot a lot. I gotta do this some more. Damn….that was a great cum!
…..I wanted to touch her pussy and tits, but not with my buddy around. I told her…’ok’…go to bed now. When she left, I told my buddy I was going to set up to do that again. I would invite her into our ‘secret club’ and she must never tell anyone about it, or what we do. He agreed…“Do it!” he said…“but tell her she has to finger her pussy, that was the best part!, I think she had a girl cum.” I agreed, “Her hips moving around and up got me off but good.” I said.
…..I told her later and she got a great smile and said ‘OK!’ I said we decided to make her one our secret ’jack off buddy’s’, of course we NEVER tell anyone about it, it totally secret. She quick hugged me and pushed her little tits in my chest. At first I thought ‘ewww’, she’s my sister…. but then realized…damn… that felt really good.
……We all waited for the right time to do our new thing. In the mean time, she was starting to make me hot. She paraded her little ass in front of me, teasing me and feeling her own tits when no one was looking. I would fondle her when I could sneak in a feel. She did the same with me, and grab here and there at my dick. I sure wanted to sample that sweet little pussy of hers.
…..Well….the night came and I told her to come in my bedroom and 9pm. She came in fully dressed? I started to tell her to get naked when she stated she was going to ‘strip’ for us. “All right!”…we said. She slowly started taking off her clothes, wiggling and dancing around. Piece by piece she let her shorts, blouse, bra and little panties drop the floor. We were both rock hard by now. She crawled up in my bed naked on her knees and looked at our hardon’s. She whispered: (…“let me do it“..)
….. We paused, smiled at each other and let go of our dicks. We felt her hands go around our dicks. I said: (“we get to finger your pussy…ok?”) Her face lit up and she turned and laid between us. As she started jacking us we fingered her little pussy. She opened her legs wide and I stuck my finger in her while Phil rubbed her little clit. She began to moan so hot as she jacked us faster. Phil came first and shot a big one all over her hand. She moaned and wiggled her pussy as I went off, shooting a big load up in the air. She raised her pussy up and shuddered as I fingered her little hole.
…..That was the best cums we ever had, and her too. We told her she was a permanent member now of our ’jack of buddy’s club’ She smiled big and felt the cum on our dicks. She said: “You both liked that didn’t you.” We said “Hell yes!” She said: “I want to more next time….Ok?” We said fine by us. (I wondered what she meant by ‘more’.)
….The timing was bad as we all waited for a time to have all of us do a ’club meeting’. In the mean time Jennifer teased us both at every chance she got. She flashed us her little tits, mooned us and drove us crazy. Phil and I had a long talk about the code, that guys who fuck their sister were creepy. We figured Jennifer was ’special’ and an exception to that and no one would know anyway. We both wanted to fuck her bad. We talked about who would fuck her first and all kinds of things we could do as a threesome.
I didn’t know Jennifer had some ideas of her own.
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(….“I love teasing them. I want to fuck them both so bad. Which one would like to fuck me first…hmmmmm…I’ve got it! Both of them at once, like in the porn video I watched on dads computer! I want them both in me…now that sounds hot.”)
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…..We were getting no where finding a time and place. Then it hit me. My dad had a construction trailer in the back yard he didn’t used anymore. I checked out. The door was unlocked and there was big bed in it at the back. We’d do a daytime ‘club meeting’.
Saturday….I set it up for the afternoon when mom and dad were gone golfing.
Jennifer went out first. Phil and I went out and we locked the door. Jennifer was under the sheet with just her head out, smiling….her clothes were on the floor and she was buck naked.
…..We got naked and laid beside her under the sheet. I had never felt my sister up real good before and I was getting real excited as I, for the first time felt her bare tits, small, but full and soft. Phil started kissing her all hot and wet. She squirmed and put her arms around his neck. I went for her little pussy and started in fingering her slit up and down. She opened her legs wide so I could put my fingers in her. She took my hand and put in my fingers in her pussy and started moving them in and out. Wow….her pussy got bigger as I got three fingers in and they began to slide in easier, and her wetness was warm and slick. Phil and I both felt her tits more and he rubbed her little clit. She was hot! She gasp for air and then got up and laid on top of Phil on her back. She reached down and worked his dick in her pussy.
…..I felt her pussy as she pulled me to her. She
whispered to me to ‘put it in’. WTF? She wanted us both in her pussy? ….no way was this going to work as her pussy was not big enough. I said to myself, oh well, I can rub my dick on her pussy and have a hot cum just doing that. I got on top of her and rubbed my dick on her clit, it was hot and wet and felt super good. Soon she reached down and tried putting head of my dick in her pussy. She kept pushing it in a little at a time, over and over. Phil and her are still breathing hard as Phil is working his dick in her.
…..He stops for a second. That’s when she pushed my dick in her pussy finally. We all started fucking slowly. She is moaning like a cat, but not in pain, she liked it! The hotter she gets, the slicker it gets in her pussy. Now I’m fully fucking her for the first time and I can feel Phil’s dick sliding on the underside of my dick. This is out of this world to me and I can feel a big cum on the way. We’re both actually fucking her, and it is heaven. Phil is feeling her tits now and I closed my eyes and pretended my sister was a girlfriend. She’s squirming and moaning. I feel Phil start fucking her fast and pushed his dick in her to the max. She moans as I do the same, fucking her faster as I feel my cum is almost here.
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…… ’Oh my god! I did it!, and it’s way better than my dreams about it. Now I’m having sex with two boys at the same time, that no one knows about. I love feeling two dicks in me, rubbing my pussy so good. Phil is feeling my titties. My nipples are on fire with tingles. My brother is kissing me like a lover. His dick is so slick in me…. I’m going to …oh my god I’m climaxing! oh, Oh, OH YES!
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My sister began to yell out “OH YES!, and I shot a huge thrusting cum and felt the hot cum from Phil’s dick as he shot. We all came together, squirming, moaning, twisting, feeling her up and down her body. We all trembled and shook for a while. I had to take a big suck of air! I think I lost my mind for while there. We all panted and moaned as we felt the cum flowing around her pussy. Phil and I felt her pussy spasm around our dicks, causing us to jolt out a moan of pure pleasure.
Wow, we were in shock that my sister could ever make us feel this good.
(we re-named it…’Jen’s Club‘, she liked that.)
………………fast forward…………………
…..My phone chimed. It was my sister Jen. “Jen’s club, 9pm.” I said great!…but that Phil and I were bringing our ‘girlfriends’ to watch. “She giggled and said: “Great!, see ya then.” and hung up.
…..The girlfriends sat in two chairs facing the bed. They talked as Phil, sis and I got undressed. Phil’s girlfriend said: “I heard about this and I think it is bull crap.” My girlfriend said: “I have to see for my self, two guys in one pussy?…no way.”
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….Phil and I took our positions as the girls watch and listened as we triple fucked. It was hot and wonderful fucking us all together.
…. Jen finally sat up all dizzy, out of breath and smiling….
She said: “Next?”
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….Later that week the girls became the newest members of ‘Jen’s Club‘.
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Marcy hadn’t been sleeping well for the last week or so. School had been very stressful, what with the upcoming graduation ceremonies for her grade, and the prospect of starting high school next year as a ninth grader. There were so many things on her mind that at night it just became hard to get to sleep at night. This particular night, she woke up and looked over at her clock. It was almost midnight already, and she knew that morning was going to come way too soon. As she rolled over and tried to go to sleep she heard a faint noise.
She couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then she heard it again. It sounded like a faint slapping noise, followed by a muffled yell. Puzzled, she lay quietly for a moment, and the noise was repeated. She sat up in bed and turned to her older sister’s bed across the room to ask her if she’d heard the noise also, when she saw that her sister’s bed was empty.
Her mind still foggy from sleep, Marcy got up out of bed and walked to the door. She stepped quietly into the hallway, her short little girl’s nightgown clinging to her budding young body as she walked out into the hallway to try and track down the noise. It seemed to be coming from downstairs, in the direction of the den. Marcy softly padded down the stairs, not making a sound.
When she poked her head around the corner into the den she froze in complete shock. There in front of her she could see her older sister Janette bent over the back of the couch completely naked. Janette had her arms bound behind her back, with each wrist tied to the other by means of a black silk cord. Standing next to her with one hand pressed down onto her back holding her down was their father.
He was barefoot, wearing just a pair of boxers, and in his other hand was a leather belt that he was using to spank Janette’s already reddened ass over and over again. Marcy involuntarily looked to his crotch, where she saw a sizeable bulge sticking out, betraying his arousal.
Stifling a gasp, Marcy watched as her father spanked Janette over and over again with the belt. Each stroke of the belt caused Janette to squirm and yell, and Marcy couldn’t figure out why Janette’s yells seemed so muffled and quiet, when she knew from experience how bad it hurt to have her father use that belt. Marcy had never had it used on her like this, but she’d gotten in trouble often enough before that her father had laid her down over his knee and spanked her through whatever clothes she had on at the time.
As she stood there watching, too stunned to make another sound, Marcy saw her father stop and transfer the belt to his left hand. He reached down with his right hand and slid it between Janette’s legs, pressing his hand up against her exposed pussy.
Marcy listened in shocked disbelief as he spoke, “Looks like Daddy’s little girl is enjoying herself, isn’t she? I can feel how wet you are, your body is telling me how much you like this. Are you ready yet sweetie? Ready for Daddy’s big cock?”
The only response was a moan, as Janette rotated her hips, causing her little pussy to slide up and down against her father’s hand. He chuckled knowingly, then let go of her and hooked his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them off. Marcy’s eyes got wide as she saw his cock spring out. She had never seen one in real life before, and the pictures she and some of her girlfriend’s had looked at certainly hadn’t seemed this big.
She knew all about what happened between men and women, it had been a big part of sex education. But she couldn’t imagine how something that big could possibly fit inside of a woman, let alone her sister, who at fourteen was only slightly larger than Marcy herself.
Her father stepped up right behind Janette, bending his knees slightly to lower his hips to the level of hers. Marcy watched entranced as he reached down and put one hand on his massive cock, sliding it up and down over her sister’s wet pussy lips, making it glisten in the soft lights with Janette’s moisture. A warm feeling was beginning to grow inside of Marcy, the same kind of feeling she had gotten before when looking at the pictures in dirty magazines.
Warmth started out in her groin and her breasts, spreading out to the rest of her body. She felt her little nipples starting to get hard as her father at last stopped rubbing his cock on Janette’s lips, and slowly started to push it inside of her.
Janette moaned quietly as their father slowly slid farther and farther inside her. When he was buried all the way inside of her, he reached forward and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking her upper body back up towards him.
“There, now you’ve got Daddy’s cock all the way inside you baby. You love it don’t you? I know you do, I can feel your hot little pussy squeezing me, just like I taught you to.”
Her father’s nasty words both shocked and excited Marcy as she stood there, still hidden behind the wall as she peeked into the room. Her little pussy started to get moist as she watched her father rock his hips back, pulling his big cock almost all the way out of Janette before pushing it back in again. Over and over he did so, keeping a slow pace as he fucked his hot young daughter.
Marcy was starting to feel very strange herself, as the scene in front of her continued on, hearing the soft slapping sound of her father’s hips hitting her older sister’s firm ass cheeks, and Janette moaning quietly with each deep thrust. Marcy’s right hand unconsciously drifted up to cup one of her breasts, the fingers delicately playing with her hard nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Her panties were starting to get very wet, as her virginal body secreted its moisture.
As the pace picked up in the room, her breathing started to get faster. Her right hand was frantically massaging her breasts and nipples, alternating from one to the other. Marcy’s other hand slowly reached under her nightgown and began to rub her young pussy. This was something she had only recently discovered, and she enjoyed it very much. Leaning against the doorway, she tried to stay quiet as she played with herself, though the two people in the room were so absorbed in each other they probably wouldn’t have heard her even if she’d been yelling to them.
Janette was moaning loudly now, almost grunting as her father began to pick up the pace, rocking his hips forward harder and faster now, his hard cock appearing and disappearing as he fucked his little girl. The pace gradually became frantic, the two of them rocking back and forth, Janette’s slim hips being slammed forward with each thrust, until the couch started to rock back and forth, almost lifting off its back feet from the force.
Unconsciously Marcy tried to match them, the finger’s of her left hand rubbing furiously at her little pussy. Finally with a loud groan, she saw her father’s hips slam forward one last time, before sliding back and forth convulsively a few times as he came inside Janette.
Marcy dazedly realized that she had better get back up to her room before she was caught spying on the two of them, but as she turned to go her father’s voice stopped her.
“So Marcy, did you enjoy the show? I know I certainly enjoyed watching you play with yourself while I fucked Janette here.”
Marcy froze, looking back at her father. His head was turned slightly, and in a panic she followed his gaze and saw his eyes reflected at her through the large mirror in the den. She realized he had been able to see what she was doing the entire time she’d stood there.
He smiled, then stepped back from Janette, his cock making a soft slurping sound as it slid out of her. Marcy’s eyes automatically dropped to it, and she could see that it was now much softer and smaller than it had been before, though it was still almost the size of one of her tiny wrists.
“Come here darling, there’s no need to stand there hiding any longer.”
Hesitantly she obeyed, looking up nervously from downcast eyes as she approached him. She saw him pull Janette to a standing position next to him, and finally Marcy was able to understand why Janette’s moans and yells had seemed so muffled. She had a small ball gag stuck in her mouth, which her father absently reached over to untie along with her wrists.
Janette looked at her little sister and smiled also. “So, little sis wanted to watch her daddy and older sister fuck, huh? It looks like she enjoyed it too,” she said, her eyes locking onto the hard little nipples poking through Marcy’s flimsy nightgown. Marcy’s face flushed bright red, and Janette laughed quietly.
Their father smiled indulgently and walked the crossed the last few feet over to her. He looked down at his youngest daughter, his eyes gazing appreciatively at her budding young form. Her breasts had started developing almost a year ago and now at almost thirteen they were a respectable size for a girl her age.
With one hand he reached up and cupped her chin, tilting her head back to look into her eyes, as his other hand casually locked onto one of her firm young breasts. Her breath caught as his large hand covered her breast, his strong fingers gently massaging her hard nipple, sending forbidden feelings of pleasure shooting through her body.
“I had planned on waiting a while longer before I let you see what Janette and I do when your mother isn’t home, but I guess since you stumbled across our little secret on your own and stuck around to enjoy the show, you’re more than old enough now. Aren’t you, Marcy?”
Marcy just stood there silently, confused at the sensations pulsing through her little body as her father’s fingers continued to play with her nipple. Janette meanwhile came up behind him and leaned against his back, one hand reaching around to caress his cock, still wet from her own juices.
“I think she is, Daddy. Look at her, her nipples are rock hard, and I bet you she’s very wet under that little nightie of hers.”
“You think so, sweetie? Well why don’t we just find out?” He let go of her chin and reached down, lifting the bottom of her nightgown up to her waist, before sliding his fingers in under the band of her panties. Marcy gasped as his warm fingers slid over her hairless little slit, sliding easily over her wet lips. He rubbed his fingers up and down a few times, causing her to shiver in pleasure before removing his hand. She watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licked them clean, one by one.
“Yes, she’s most definitely wet and ready, and what a tasty little girl she is, just like her big sis. Here, see for yourself,” he said, and untied Janette’s arms.
Janette stepped in front of her little sister and smiled down into her eyes. She leaned over to kiss Marcy on the lips before sinking to her knees. Her small hands reached up under Marcy’s nightgown, the warm skin sliding along her thighs until they reached the waist of Marcy’s panties.
Marcy stood there perfectly still, looking down into her sister’s eyes, unable to make any move of her own. The panties were pulled down, and without thinking she lifted first one foot and then the other to step out of them. Janette tossed them to the side, then slid her hands back up her sister’s thighs, bunching up her nightgown as she went, until her hands were resting on Marcy’s firm young ass, holding the folds of the fabric in place, leaving the little girl’s pussy completely exposed.
Janette’s eyes took in the sight in front of her greedily. She’d fantasized about this moment ever since her father had introduced her to sex over a year ago. Whenever Marcy would be getting out of the shower, or getting dressed in the morning, Janette would always find a way to be around, hoping for a good look at her little sister’s firm little body.
The teasing glimpses she’d managed to steal in the past though were nothing compared to the sight she had now. Marcy’s little pussy was less than a foot in front of her face, and she could tell by how wet her sister’s hairless lips were that Marcy was still very aroused from what she had seen.
Leaning forward, Janette inhaled Marcy’s lovely aroma, closing her eyes in pleasure at a fantasy finally being fulfilled. Her lips came to rest against her sister, kissing her wetness gently, before her tongue slid out to softly run the whole length of Marcy’s pussy.
She felt the ass cheeks in her hand quiver as Marcy sighed in pleasure. Taking that for encouragement she repeated the motion, savoring the taste of Marcy’s wetness. She could feel her sister’s clit starting to get aroused as she brushed over it with her tongue.
Meanwhile their father stood nearby, avidly watching Janette lick his youngest daughter’s pussy. He could see that the both of them were enjoying it very much. Janette had told him before how much she wanted to play with her sister, and he knew that she would be loving this fulfillment of her wish. His cock started to come back to life watching the show, and he decided to take things further.
Stepping over to Marcy, he reached down and freed the folds of her nightgown from Janette’s hands. Marcy opened her eyes and looked up into his as he drew the fabric up over her body. She raised her arms and allowed him to slide it over her head, leaving her beautiful little body completely naked and exposed in front of him.
His eyes glazed with lust as he took in her budding little tits. They were still small, not quite a handful for him yet, but her little nipples were certainly reminiscent of a grown woman’s, as they stood out rigidly from her breasts, demanding attention.
One hand reached down to caress her cheek gently, and a small smile came to her face. “I love you, baby,” he said to her.
Marcy turned her head slightly to kiss his hand. She was getting over her shock at everything that was happening, and with the encouragement of her sister’s active tongue on her aching little pussy, she decided to just go along with the flow and let them do whatever they wanted. Her Daddy leaned down and kissed her, and her eyes closed in pleasure.
Her lips parted under his as for the first time he kissed her like a woman instead of his baby girl. She moaned against his mouth as one of his hands began to play with her breasts, and her whole body shook in pleasure as his fingers took a nipple between them and squeezed lightly.
Her knees were starting to get weak, and Marcy began to wonder if she’d be able to stand up much longer under this onslaught of pleasure. Her father seemed to sense this, for he stepped back, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. He instructed her to lay back on it, with her ass on the very edge of the couch and her legs spread. Without wasting any time, Janette knelt back down between them, going back to her feasting like a starving child.
Marcy looked up at her father standing right in front of her, her eyes level with his cock. She really studied it now, noting the little veins under the surface, and her mind was once again amazed at the thought of something this big fitting inside a girl. Tentatively, she reached out her left hand and put it around her Daddy’s cock.
Her little hand didn’t come close to making it all the way around the thick shaft. She squeezed it gently, then ran her hand up its length to the engorged tip. She could still feel the slickness on it from her sister, and she began to wonder what it would taste like.
Leaning forward, Marcy pushed the cock towards her father’s stomach and slowly licked the bottom of it, her tongue slowly gliding along its entire length as she savored the taste. She could taste what must be her sister’s wetness on it, for it tasted similar to what she herself had tasted like on those times she’d guiltily stuck a finger into her little pussy and then licked it clean. But there was another taste mixed in with it, a tangier, almost salty taste.
She continued to lick the hard shaft as she tried to identify this new taste. At last her dazed mind remembered that boys shot out their own liquid when they came, and she realized that must be what she was tasting. The feeling of licking her Daddy’s hard cock and tasting the mixture of his cum and her sister’s made Marcy even more aroused.
When she at last wrapped her lips around the head, her Daddy let out a heartfelt sigh of pleasure, reaching down to run his hands lovingly through his little girl’s hair. She responded by sliding her mouth farther down, her lips stretching wide as she moved them down past the engorged head. She could only get a few inches of the fat cock inside her mouth, and when it reached the back of her mouth she pulled her head back, keeping her lips tight around it as she let it out almost all the way from her mouth.
With a little guidance from her father she started to bob her head up and down, occasionally pausing as a particularly strong wave of pleasure shot up through her body from where her sister continued to lick at her little pussy. She could sense her body starting to lose control, as she came closer and closer to an orgasm. Her father meanwhile had pushed her back against the couch, and was now on his knees on the couch above her.
She lay back submissively and allowed him to just thrust his cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the bottom of it as it slid back and forth past her lips. Occasional moans escaped her lips, the vibrations further exciting her Daddy. His hips were beginning to jerk forward quicker, almost choking her as his cock started to go farther and farther inside her mouth with each thrust.
Janette could tell that both of them were very close to cumming. She was more than familiar with the signs of her father’s orgasm approaching, and Marcy’s little hips were beginning to raise off the couch, pressing her sweet little pussy harder into Janette’s mouth. Getting a sudden idea, Janette reached up her right hand and slid her index finger inside her sister, thrusting it back and forth several times.
When it was covered in her little sister’s juices, she removed it and reached up towards her Daddy. His hips froze momentarily when he felt her wet hand reach up under him, and as she slid the slick digit inside his ass he groaned loudly. As she started to work it in and out of his ass, his hips feverishly started pumping forwards, thrusting his delicious meat inside Marcy’s mouth.
Finally he couldn’t take any more, and Janette heard him say, “Unnnhh! That’s it baby… take Daddy’s big cock in your mouth, suck on it, Daddy’s gonna fill your mouth with his hot cum! Ohh! Here it comes baby!! Take it all!!”
Marcy felt his cock swell inside her mouth, then as his hands took a death grip on her hair she felt his cum shooting forwards against the back of her throat. She tried to swallow it as fast as she could, but the giant cock in her mouth made it hard, and she felt it leak out past her lips and cover her chin.
Over and over she felt her Daddy shoot inside her mouth, until with a final moan he slumped sideways on the couch, his semi-hard cock sliding out of her mouth with an audible slurp. Marcy’s own orgasm finally took hold of her, and she cried out as her little body shook in pleasure. Her thighs clamped around her sister’s head, holding it tight against her pussy, demanding that she not stop as the muscles inside her spasmed in total pleasure.
At last she came down from the bliss she was feeling, and her body sank into the couch. Janette looked up and smiled, the whole lower half of her face shining with wetness in the dim light. She crawled up the couch and leaned forward over Marcy.
“So little sis, how did you like that? I know I loved seeing Daddy’s hard cock in your mouth while I licked you. But look, you’ve made a mess. You’re supposed to swallow all of this,” and Janette leaned down to lick up the cum that had spilled out of her sister’s mouth, before kissing her passionately. Marcy’s arms came up around her beloved older sister and she surrendered to her, kissing back just as passionately.
Their Daddy sat off to the side, a pleased smile on his face. Life was going to be even better around here now that Marcy was in on their little secret. He looked at her sweet little body and couldn’t wait until he had his big cock pounding deep into her.
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Her pleas of “Please help me” became my pleas of “Please marry me.”
The government sends a man to a Faraway planet to find out about the alien species. They wanted him to get information about the aliens about how they think how they feel and what makes them different from us. All of that changes when he meets Natalie. A beautiful dark blue skin alien who is attracted to him. He ends up starting a life becoming a family man.
I was walking to my dorm one night when this grey truck was following me…
Once in the shower; Sarah shuffled over to the twins. They were just soaking in the hot water that was hitting them both from three sides. Lilly was overjoyed. Playing in the streams as if they were her own personal waterfall. Anna stood. Wringing her hair. Eyes closed back arched and pushing her chest out to catch a burst across both her nipples
A dysfunctional family participate in therapy under unusual circumstances
Alexa jerks off 5 guys and looses her virginity
“I have huge nipples. There’s only one kind of regular bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well.” Angie said as she lifted her t-shirt and showed off a lacy bra with both areolas peeking out over the lace.
It was a point Angie made often since James had started banging her 3 weeks before. She was sitting comfortably on the couch.
“That looks fine to me!” James said, “I likes it!”
“Yeah well I hate this bra. It’s just a cheap bra. It doesn’t even cover my nipples” she said. “My nipples are huge.”
Right now, her nipples were the center of the universe, again. Angie was a strange self centered sexually compulsive bitch. James knew she was a compulsive liar too, but that didn’t bother him. The “sexually compulsive” part of her personality was what he found wonderful. She was an unstable randy tart who was bitching about something, teasing, flirting or all three. She could go from being on the verge of crying talking about how her favorite jeans were falling apart to complaining about how hard it was to find a proper fitting bra for a big nipped girl like herself.
“It’s not like my tits are really big, I’m just average, but my nipples are huge.” Angie went on, gently shrugging her shoulders, pushing her breasts together. “Like it’s asking too much for a bra to cover my nipples…”
“I feel your pain.” James said as he pinched each of Angie’s pink upturned nipples through her lacy bra. “I might need to check those nipples. I think I might have to suck them!”
Angie really did have a fine set of jugs. They were just right for her slight body, actually larger than one might expect for women her size. She was right. The defining characteristic of her tits were her the perky nipples and the large areolas surrounding them. Any guy would want to pinch them, and suck them for a while.
“I bet you wannna suck them. How do they feel?” she asked as James continued to pinch her ripe nipples.
“They feel great. Said James, “Look what they’ve done to my wiener.” He said as he took one of his hands off her breast, grabbed her right hand and put it on the lump in his khakis. “You’ve got me ready to burst a seam!”
Angie scratched at his stiff groin and parted her lips waiting for a kiss that never came. James leaned into Angie and gently laid her down on the couch. Her head rested on the arm rest and she kicked her legs up on the couch. James lay down next to her pushing her into the backrest. James was breast level and he leaned his head in and started kissing around Angie’s large silver dollar plus size areolas one after another. Her nipples got even harder when James sucked one then the other into his mouth. Angie’s hands worked on getting James’ pants undone.
“Let’s get your cock out. It feels really big!” said Angie as she pulled James’ penis out, squeezed it, and thumbed the swollen head. A drop of pre-cum oozed out of the slit and Angie quickly ran her thumb over James’ piss slit and slicked up his dick head with the pre-cum.
“I love playing with your dick. It’s so big and if I squeeze it, it gets bigger.” James continued to squeeze and kiss Angie’s big stiff nipples. “It’s a cute dick too. Some dicks are really ugly funny looking. Some guy’s dicks smell like ammonia or goat cheese or both. Your cock smells like a candy cane muffin. It’s so yummerz!”
“Perhaps it’s the peppermint soap I’ve been using.” James suggested. Angie always said crazy shit. He was waiting for what would come out of her mouth next. She gripped James just below the head of his swanger as she dug into his trousers with her other hand and tickled his testis. Her hand slowly stroked his stiff shaft.
“I love to yank a creamer out of your wiener. It’s so salty good! I can already feel your nut tighten!” Angie shifted a bit and slowly lowered her head as she skirted down the couch towards James’ rock hard penis.
“Will you rub my shoulders?” she asked, “You know the spot…” She was still slowly yanking James’ shaft with one hand and tickling his sack with the other. James reached down in dug into the area of her back right along her right shoulder blade and massaged her tight muscle.
“Oh that feels great…”she sighed as she put the head of James’ penis into her mouth, sucked hard and moaned. Her tongue pushed and curled around the bottom of his prick sometimes poking out of her mouth with a wet slurp. He continued to rub her shoulder as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth and moaned. She had both of her hands on his balls and was tickling them gently. James knew from experience that Angie would suck as long as he could massage. Longer, actually.
“Oh my huge nipples are so hard because I’m sucking your stiff wiener while you massage the area of my back right along my right shoulder blade.” Angie slurped and sucked on James’ stiff shlonger. Angie grabbed the James’ shaft near his balls and squeezed as she eased some of his prick out of her mouth until only the top part of his head remained in her mouth. Angie gave him a super helmet scrub, licking furiously at his piss slit. Angie looked up at James as she positioned herself carefully and slowly swallowed James’ eight inches of man sausage until her lips were resting on his pubs. She looked like she had a moustache.
James pumped her throat as he continued rubbing the area of Angie’s back right along her right shoulder blade. After about a minute, Angie slowly let his sword out of her mouth a bit and sucked hard. Her tongue worked the bottom of James’ rod as she continued to let more of James’ knob out of her mouth until only the top part of his head remained in her mouth. Angie gave him a super helmet scrub again, licking furiously at his piss slit. Angie looked up at James as she positioned herself carefully and slowly swallowed James’ eight inches of man sausage again until her lips were resting on his pubs.
James began to gently pump throat again, but Angie gagged and quickly pulled away.
“Oh my” said Angie “That was close. I almost had to vomit, or ralph!” She sucked the head of James’ wang back into her mouth and sucked it hard and loud. She knew James loved to hear her slurp and moan while she sucked and she was happy to comply. Her cooch was already very wet, and it was in need of attention. That was good. Angie liked to wait until she couldn’t take it anymore. She had her thighs wrapped around James’ left shin. She was grinding her crotch against it while slurped hard on James’ wiener. She still had her jeans on and she reached down and unzipped her pants.
James stopped rubbing Angie’s shoulder, pulled his prick out of her mouth and flipped around so his head was above her groin. He helped Jen pull her pants down, and moved in towards her muff. He started out slow lightly kissing around the edges of her of her thong while lightly fingering his way up her thighs. James’ upper arms were pinning Jen’s legs down. Angie moaned and sucked James’ sausage back into her mouth. She gripped his shaft at its base and squeezed lightly with one hand, tickled his nutsack with the other and slurped more of his schlong into her mouth.
James pushed her thong away from her loin wig and ran the fingertips of each of his hands along the edges of her trimmed rug. He lightly butterfly kissed at her swollen clit as Angie moaned deeply and sucked harder on James’ prick. James was dying to maw her musky mound, but he restrained himself and lightly kissed around all around Angie’s mound. Angie pulled her legs further back as James’ upper arms pushed against her thighs exposing her ass to him. James knew what Jen loved to have her perineum (the skin in between the ass and the pussy) licked and sucked.
“Some guy’s dicks smell like ammonia or goat cheese or both. Your cock smells like a candy cane muffin. It’s so yummerz!” said Angie, squeezing James’ rigid penis. She sucked his manhood back into her yapper and slurped loudly. James continued lightly kissing around Angie’s stench trench as he lightly tickled her anus. Angie sucked harder and moaned.
James clamped his mouth around Angie’s perineum (the skin in between the ass and the pussy) and sucked hard while flicking his tongue lightly against the soft smooth skin.
“Oh my goodness” moaned Angie, “You’ve clamped your mouth around the skin in between my ass and my pussy. You’re sucking my perineum and lightly flicking your tongue against it as well. I have huge nipples. There’s only one kind of regular bra I can wear that I like that covers my nipples well, but as long as you keep your mouth clamped around the skin in between my ass and my pussy while lightly flicking your tongue against it as well, I have little cause to be concerned about my nipples now.” Angie moaned and sucked James’ wiener back into her mouth.
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The Princess And The Pirates
Part 1 – off the Seychelles, 2002
For most people the pleasure of being on a luxury yacht off the Seychelles would be something from their dreams. But for the tanned blond basking on the bow it may as well have been a prison cell. The party-mad Princess Madeline was a long way from the world she loved, stranded in the middle of a boring ocean, going out of her mind from dullness. This was really no holiday for the scandal-plagued beauty; like something out of a fairytale she was a princess banished to an idyllic exile for her sins.
Those sins were indeed many. She was barely past her twentieth birthday but had already developed a sordid reputation. Being the youngest of the royal children she had been both devoid of responsibility and utterly spoilt. Consequently she had grown up bratty, demanding and entitled. With golden hair, a luscious figure and deep gray eyes, ‘Madde’ more than fulfilled the fantasy of a Nordic princess – and she had known it from an early age. Altogether, the mix of beauty and arrogance made for a potent combination that obsessed the paparazzi.
The princess, of course, took all this for granted. She saw it as only right that she could blaze a slutty trail through the elite clubs of Europe, given her looks and power. Getting everything she wanted was one thing, but having the body to back it up was even better. She lived for the thrill of being one of the most sought-after young royals with numerous admirers. Life was like a fantastic party were she was always the center of attention.
She had been precocious enough sexually ever since she seduced her groom – then had him fired for it, purely because she rebelled in the power.. An ability to bring any man she liked to his knees came naturally to the prick teasing princess. Bodyguards, tutors, grooms – she loved to fuck the lot, not to mention the occasional rock star or fellow blue blood. Her exasperated parents and publicity machine were kept ever-busy covering up her slutty indirections.
There was a passion Madeleine had that extended beyond the bedroom, although it was no less carnal. She was a highly skilled show jumper and competed at a serious level. It was somewhat expected of a girl in her position, but she had loved horses her whole life – and especially since she had learned to orgasm so powerfully when astride one. The rough physicality of it all toned her tight body and turned her on. It wasn’t just the many chiseled hunks she met who got her wet whenever she thought about riding. Something in the princess tired of total control and dreamed of a man who would take instead of asking, using her like the beasts she rode, broken and sweaty. She had started to take her crop to bed, to be used by select lovers on her round ass while she squealed in delight.
Moving to London at 18 to study, she had quickly abandoned academia for her two favorite pastimes : cocaine and cock. As a stunning blond with a bottomless bank account she had no shortage of either. The next two years passed in a blaze of parties with no time for class of any kind. Madeleine merrily danced, snorted and sucked her way through the exclusive club scene and became infamous for it. She only had three rules: no guys over 30, never in the ass, and no blacks – Madde was profoundly racist.
Her discretion was protected by bodyguards who kept her secrets in exchange for infrequent indulgences with the princess. She traded her body for their silence. The Royal Family back in Stockholm were kept in the dark as to the excesses of their youngest.
It could stayed that way for a while, until her 20th birthday party became public. Holding it at an elite strip club was outrageous enough, but the fact Madde had joined them on stage for a while horrified her prudish and proper parents. She was recalled quickly and ignominiously sent home, nominally for the holidays but really to receive a stern scolding from the King.
The family were outraged, not that she actually cared. What did irritate her was the conditions of her punishment : a few weeks in the Seychelles far from paparazzi cameras. Isolated on a yacht with a handpicked crew of her parent’s choosing, there would be little chance to disgrace herself. None of her personal staff were allowed in favor of a less corrupted entourage. The infuriated princess fumed at the fact she was not even allowed a maid. This whole business, she felt, was totally unfair.
So here she was a few weeks later, basking and bronzed in the Indian Ocean. The ordeal had become bearable enough, although the lack of partying on the island itself had bored her immensely. Even the vast stillness of the sea was to be preferred to that dump. She had sourced some local weed in a brief moment away from her minders, and enjoyed a few stealthy smokes to kill the boredom.
Laid out on the bow of the luxury yacht, Madde soaked in more than the rays of the sun. For days now the crew had watched their royal passenger display her body with avid interest. She knew they had been chosen by her parents specifically because they would resist her wiles. The fact they had picked so many ugly and married specimens almost amused her. But the precocious prick tease enjoyed the attention anyway, even if some of the creepier ones ogled a little too long.
The evening was now drawing in on her second day at sea. She he spent the sun-soaked afternoon bronzing herself on the prow, her 34C bust amplified by a revealing white bikini. Daydreaming with her Ipod she dozed off to the gentle rocking of the ocean. At their stations on the bridge the two officers of the watch were totally focused on her. Smoking and discussing among themselves what they would do to the princess on any other occasion, the bridge crew were unaware of the boat coming alongside them in the growing gloom.
For this royal cruise had not been kept a total secret. Among the dock crews in the Seychelles were eyes of the Somali pirates, looking for the ‘one big score’ that would make them. Madeleine’s identity and location had been sent to waiting crews in Mogadishu, and the consortium of captains chose a picked team to grab her. The possibilities of ransoming a real European princess seemed a dream come true.
Bearing just enough fuel to get there and back, the pirates had taken a low-profile fishing boat direct to the yacht, guided by a planted GPS. They knew they had to be back by dawn, with the princess or not. Stalking it in the last hours of the day, they slowly approached like a shark just as darkness fell. All the while the royal yacht was obvious to the approaching danger.
Fixated on drooling over their passenger, the watchmen on the bridge were only aware of the threat when it was too late. Both were swiftly and silently stabbed as the pirates sabotaged the controls. While some went below decks to execute the rest of the crew, the leader of the posse stared down on the dozing Madeleine with a dull glower in his single good eye. Aljad’s other one was just an empty socket, the legacy of many brutal years of militia warfare and preying on fishermen. Wiping his bloodied knife on the dead watchman he walked down onto the deck.
Madeleine awoke to the sound of footsteps, groggy and languid. With a feline stretch she drawled sleepily, “Why didn’t you idiots wake me up? I’m hungry now. Call up the chef, and refill my bottle.”
The clatter of Swedish was alien to Aljad. But he recognized the haughty entitlement. He licked his salty, cracked lips at the profile of the princess, laid out almost like a trophy in the orange sunset. The cynical killer had never been a religious man, despite the efforts of his despairing mother. But he found a moment to praise the generosity of Allah as he approached his prey.
“Hey, did you hear me, asshole?” Madeleine spat in pouty irritation. She pushed her shades back onto her immaculately groomed blond hair and sat up sharply. It was a bit too quick for her pot- and sun-addled senses and she swooned for a moment, trying to see the approaching man through the gloom than now came down fast. “I said, get your sorry ass to the galley now, or I’ll-”
When she finally focused on Aljad her gasp of shock caught in her throat. The princess was literally stunned at the sight of this vicious thug, his cold eye boring through her. Fumbling awkwardly she got up and jumped off the raised bow, landing on the deck before him. Clutching a towel to hide her half-naked body Madde felt fear rise in her like nausea.
But her instinctive sense of propriety – her royal upbringing – suddenly burst through her shock. With a mix of anger and outrage she spat, in English “Who the fuck are you, you black asshole! Why are you here? Stop fucking looking at me!” She wondered where the crew were. “Hey you guys!” She shouted up at the bridge. “There’s some..psycho on board!”
The report of shouts and muffled gunshots below deck rang out. A real sense of her situation started to break through Madde’s arrogant denial. Her luminous eyes swelling in fear, she slowly backed away from the approaching Aljad. “Get the fuck back, asshole!” In a moment of blind bratty rage she threw her cellphone at him. The leering pirate batted it away with a chuckle and it landed with a slop plop in the sea.
The sudden voice of his voice – a perfectly accented English – almost trumped Madde’s disbelief. “Good evening, Princess”, he said with an evil chuckle. “I’d like to invite you back to my palace in Harardhere. You are going to make me a very rich man.”
Madde was so bewildered that it seemed like some horrible lucid nightmare. She could see other pirates moving around on the ship now, several of them wearing the bloodstained uniforms of the crew. This couldn’t possibly be happening, she thought in an instinctive moment of pure entitled anger.
“Fuck you, asshole! Do you know who I am? My people will fuck you up so bad-”
Suddenly a rough cord drew a tight noose around her neck. She feverishly clawed at the rope as she inhaled the foul presence of the pirate now come up behind her. His rigid cock pressed up hard through his jeans against her ass. The more Madde struggled, the tighter the noose grew. All royal presumption was gone now as she knew she was fighting for her life.
Her vision began to turn into a field of stars as Aljad approached. He gave his crewman a curt nod and the rope was released. But before Madde could gasp more than a few desperate breaths, Aljad punched her firmly once, twice, then three times in succession as she convulsed in choked agony. Blind from the shock, all she could hear was the roars of laughter from the other watching pirates. Then he delivered a swift, cunt-crushing kick directly between her long brown legs and she suddenly found the voice to scream.
“OHGDDDD PLZ-PLZZ! PLZGD I-I-” she was blathering in panic now. ‘I-I-I’m rich! Incredibly rich! You can have the lot! You can be millionaires please ohgodOHGODNONONO-” As the pirate behind her bound her wrists and a cackling Aljad grabbed her bikini she wailed in Swedish “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME – YOU CAN’T YOU-Y-YOU FUCKING NIGGERS!”
She writhed and shrieked like a wild animal as Aljad tore off the bikini top with a loud snap. Groaning in horror she shut her eyes as he began to claw and bite at her tits when they bounced free. “Oh g-god please, listen, please don’t do this I’m begging please, no, no, no….” The pirate behind her ripped off her bikini bottoms with a firm tug, groping and slapping her ass while she sobbed helplessly. Watching avidly, the rest of the crew drank in the sight of the royal hottie’s tanned, toned body naked and glowing with sweat in the early moonlight. None had ever seen a white woman before, let alone such a fine specimen screaming at their mercy.
Madde was pushed roughly to her knees as Aljad dropped his pants and exposed his fully erect cock. It was twice the size of anything she had ever seen. Hot tears streamed down her ruddy cheeks as she realised what was coming. She clenched her eyes shut tight as Aljad grabbed a fistful of her soft blond hair and flashed a knife before her.
“You give the best blowjob of your life now Princess, or I’ll cut off your nose. Look at me. You understand? LOOK AT ME!”
He drank in the sight of her fear-filled gray eyes as they sprang open and stared up at him. His throbbing cock swung before her and she drew her mouth tight. But Aljad pressed his knife to her nose and she opened her glossed lips just wide enough for him to thrust his raperod through. Groaning loudly he pushed deep into her cool mouth while Madde gagged violently. The stench and nausea rendered her almost delirious even before he began to vigorously facefuck her. All she could do was make wet choking noises and pray for the nightmare to end. She struggled to see through her tear-stained eyes but she could clearly make out her rapist’s face as it glared evilly down at her.
This isn’t a nightmare, thought Madde with a surreal insight, this is hell. She had always known she ran the risk of being kidnapped. But this ordeal was beyond her worst imaginings. Her only hope was that they were going to ransom her, in which case they would let her live. For now she was the prisoner of a dozen Somali pirates, and with a dull certainly she realised she could expect nothing but a night of a gang-rape.
Aljad came with a satisfied grunt, his load firing like a shotgun in Madde’s mouth. She retched but that just sent it further down her throat and she convulsed with disgust. Staring at her shiny face, glistening from tears, spit and cum, he pulled out with a soft plop then slapped her face hard. She yelped like a whipped dog, her pleas for mercy now incoherent gurgling babble.
“Throw the white bitch over that bar,” the pirate chief bellowed, as an eager group leaped forward and threw Madde like a ragdoll over a long bar on the bow. Jackknifed awkwardly and painfully, she could do nothing but shudder in terror as two queues formed in front of and behind her. Whooping gleefully the pirates then took her firmly and furiously in an endless double-fuck. Some choked her over and over with their huge fetid cocks while using her ears as handgrips – and nearly tearing them off in the process. She was forced to employ every trick she knew about pleasuring a man with her mouth, hoping that the sooner she made they cum the sooner her suffering was over.
With her legs lashed in a ‘v’ position the pink lips of Madde’s pussy were clearly exposed to her rapists. As the first of a dozen penetrated her tight snatch she howled like an animal, but it was soon choked off by the cock in her mouth. She had never had a dick like this in her; it hurt so much and was so big that she felt the piston-like pounding crush her box with the most exquisite agony.
Sweat soaked her in the steamy night, running off her body as it was jerked about cruelly. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as every pirate on the boat reamed her like she was the only woman left on earth.. Each time she was taken she felt that much more worse; every thrust broke her a little bit intimately.
Closing her eyes Madde tried to take herself somewhere else in her mind. With a naïve, helpless desperation she tried to take herself out of the suffering. But then the pain began again – the burning between her legs, the aching in her throat. Dear Christ, she thought dully, this is just the start. For all her bragging she realised it would be a long time – if at all – before she was rescued, and she didn’t think she could last that long. Her tight and trained horsewoman’s body had been pushed beyond its limits, and Madde soon found herself feverishly praying for unconsciousness…or even death. But the pain just got worse, and the brutal reality was nearly driving her mad.
For a few delirious moments everything seemed to stop. She heard laughing and cruel voices howling around her. Aljad grabbed a fistful of her blond hair and jerked her head back violently to bring them face-to face.
“In the villages”, he hissed, “it is said the cure for AIDS is to fuck the ass of a white woman.” A wicked smile played on his scarred face as he saw the terror fill her dark gray eyes. “One of my boys is going to test that theory.”
Madde barely had a moment to scream before she felt the steel hands clamp onto her sides and the battering against her asshole. There had only ever been one major law in her immorality – no anal sex, especially with a black man. She had resolved to never be fucked in the ass – now an AIDS-ridden sadistic pirate was ripping it in half. Her throat, already raw from her constant cries, shredded as she shrieked in a primal agony.
Her blazing eyes stared ahead into nothing as she felt her ass pounded deep, hard and rhythmically. Every thrust drove a little more into her and so hurt that much more. She tried to relax, to lessen the suffering as much as she could. But this rapist knew exactly how to make her scream, to the delighted cheers of his crewmates. He came deep and long inside her, slapping her cheeks hard from behind and taunting the degraded girl. The shattered Madde’s mind was so unhinged she barely noticed when he finally pulled out. She painfully lifted her head up and stared out at the black endless sea. In that moment the princess found herself wondering if she wasn’t better off dead.
She groaned as she was untied, four pirates each grabbing a limb and holding her spreadeagled above the deck. Too weak to struggle, beg for mercy or even pray, Madde tried to prepare herself for whatever came next. Aljad came up again, a cold light glinting in his eyes. He held up a razorblade and spoke calmly to his dazed victim.
“You enjoyed that punishment too much, you rotten whore. Moaning and squealing like you did. Before you enter my house you must be made clean.”
He acted so swiftly, and in such a practiced move, that Madde barely realised what happened. He took her bruised and swollen clit between his fingers then sliced it off with the chipped razor blade. The pink bud fell away and he flicked it into the sea. Despite the stinking heat of the night Madde suddenly felt incredibly cold, just before the wave of shocking anguish suddenly surged through her body.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKK-”
Her fractured mind could barely conceive of the brutal mutilation she had just suffered, let alone the pain that now wracked her. She was barely aware as Aljad’s mate quickly cauterized her severed pussy with a hand-held blowtorch, burning it in the process. After all the brutalizations visited upon her she had finally found her limit, and passed whimpering into a deep black unconsciousness.
Chuckling with satisfaction, the pirates looked at their prey. “Get her in the boat, now.” bellowed Aljad. He turned back to his mate. “The charges set?” A curt nod in reply told him yes. “Then we go now. Three hours back to shore, and we’re millionaires, boys!”
He watched as his crew, singing with joy, loaded the bound and bloodied body of the princess in the boat. Once ashore, he thought to himself, they would make the ransom video, then move her up to the fortress in the mountains. He wanted to breed this one, to have the golden-haired Northern whore produce more blond daughters for this pleasure. As he, his crew and Madde headed off into night, Aljad reflected his future was as bright as the explosions that ripped the royal yacht to pieces.
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Mary has a good time at the Clam Diver
I just loved awaiting the next time.
This is a edited version of my first story “My daddy’s little slut”
A teenageed boy is shown the ways of sex by his experienced girlfriend.
This is a story I’m working on. There will be six more to come 🙂
Any feedback is appreciated!
This is the story of a young farm girl that was raped by a goat.
My birthday present is a doozy!
This take place in the Burrow and it’s the night before Ron an Hermione are off to save Harry from Privet Drive. You know with the Polyjuiced potion and the 7 Potters.
Me and Kyle have a mesy yet amazing time having sex for the first time.
Note – thanks to all for the positive feedback. This is a bi-sexual violent story, it involves semi non-consensual sex in public between guys. There is forced sex between Bi-Curious men, and later rough sex between a male and a female. Please don’t read it if this will offend.
Sarah becomes the object of her sister pranks
Dreaming of my Dear sweet Master, I love you
Entry Three: — the club – Donald recruits Hilda
After we’d been intimate for a few days, I realized there was something Hilda was hiding from me. It was something she considered important, but she never thought about it directly while I was reading her. I got many references to a club, but no more. As I now considered her my friend, I tried to avoid snooping, which included asking leading questions. So I was still a little surprised when she explained it to me.
“Karen, have you ever wanted to totally yield your body to a man?”
“You mean, let him use me any way he wants?”
“Yes. I mean like bend over, present him your crotch and wait to be surprised at what he does next. Maybe he’ll stick his finger in your pussy, maybe his dick up your fanny. Maybe he’ll spank you or nibble on your clit.”
“Or maybe all of the above. Hilda, at some point, I let just about every lover have that kind of freedom. Not giving him such freedom is like not giving myself to him. It might still be sex, but hardly love or even lust to just lie there and say, put your dick in my pussy but don’t do anything else without my permission. As much as I don’t like having my tits pawed before I’m ready, I’d rather go through it than have to tell my lover not to touch them. Many girls might stop at anal sex, but that doesn’t bother me much. Not at all if he takes his time. Sometimes I really even like it a lot. So short of causing me an injury, there isn’t much a lover would want to do to a female that I wouldn’t like. Have you ever done bondage?”
“Yes. That’s sort of what I was leading up to. Ok. How about assuming the position, but for a man who wasn’t yet your lover, maybe a man you didn’t even know? How about allowing yourself to be tied up in various compromising positions and not only not knowing how you’d be used but not even by whom or how many men? But gladly accepting any number of pricks anywhere as long as they promised that at least one man would fuck you?”
“Sounds awful dangerous.”
“It could be. But I believe the health issue is not a problem in the club I go to. I guess I should say, work at, since they pay me. They insist on paying, and I don’t have the income you have, so I don’t mind taking money. I guess that makes me a prostitute. Funny, I’ve always known I was a slut. A girl who doesn’t like sex for the fun of it is a prude, in my book. So I guess I’m proud to be a slut. Getting paid just seems to make me think of myself as sort of sexy. Anyway, I didn’t start doing it for the pay but because it sounded like fun.”
“How’s that again?” In answer Hilda began the following story:
————-> Hilda:
Well, I met this guy. I should have known it wouldn’t amount to a romantic interest. He was much too rich and upper class. The only thing I have is looks. No family, not enough education. And I’m not really smart either. I’m not the type of girl Donald would ever take home to meet his parents. But, though he was wearing an expensive suit, I didn’t clue in on his status immediately. We met at a banquet, where I was helping a friend with arrangements. The lady who ran the place told us that they’d had cancellations and had far too few women coming. She needed some more decorative females to mix in. Francine and I had to change into party dresses, but that was no problem. Frankly I thought the idea sounded like fun. At worst I’d have to put up with some dull conversation. I’ve always thought that the way to not sound dull myself was to look stupendous. Make sure the guys are too busy looking down my dress to notice my lack of inspired conversation.
Any way, I was hardly the only girl falling out of her dress. You couldn’t tell which girls were rich from those there just for decoration. Not by looking anyway. The rich girls seemed to welcome the event as an opportunity to more than let their hair down. When Donald singled me out for several dances, at first I was afraid he’d mistaken me for a socialite. He was a perfect gentleman. I even accepted a date with him to go boating later that night. At the time I should have realized that by being there he was probably a multi-millionaire. He wasn’t there to be decorative like myself!
The “boat” was not the twenty footer tied to the dock that was waiting for us. But even that had a skipper so that we only had to sit in the back and cuddle while the man at the controls took us out to the “boat”. My dad says a boat is, according to the navy, anything that can be put on the deck of a battleship. So a 90 foot PT boat is a boat. I’m sure this was much bigger than that. It had three decks and parallel hallways.
You know, when I go out with a guy, I sort of know I’ll make love to him sooner or later, so I never worry about him raping me. But the second I got in the back of the speed boat, the launch, I’d never felt so helpless. I knew that this Donald would use me in any way he wanted, and the hired help would only help. Needless to say, I loved it! When we arrived on board, Donald simply escorted me to a fabulous stateroom. No tour, no introductions, no questions about my willingness. I almost think he wanted me to resist. But by the time he closed the door, I couldn’t have had a wetter pussy!
Donald was only an average lover. Not even particularly imaginative. I don’t know why I should have expected anything special. And anyhow, he was good. Most men are. It’s just that I’d never been so overwhelming seduced before, and I sort of expected to be overwhelmingly fucked as well. But why should rich men be above average lovers? When he was done with me, he put something in my pocketbook. I’m always a little nervous when someone goes through my pocketbook, even a lover. I guess I consider the inside of my purse more private than the inside of my pussy. So naturally, as soon as I finished getting dressed, I checked. There was five hundred dollars inside it!”
He noticed my consternation. “Isn’t that enough? I admit you were one of the best girls I’ve ever had. Tell you what, give me your home phone number and I’ll add another five.”
“Donald, I’m not a prostitute. I’ve never had sex for money before. And why would I be charging you when you gave me so much pleasure? At least until now.”
“Why were you at the benefit then? I know all the socialites. And Mrs. Jansen always hires escort girls to match up the numbers. I didn’t know there was such a thing as a girl who really only did escorting. The girls I’ve picked up before were always more interested in making the big bucks afterwards in bed than the nominal sum she pays them to be there.”
“Donald, the woman, Mrs. Jensen I suppose, didn’t pay me and my friend anything to be there. We were just delivering the flowers and she said she was short several girls. We thought it sounded like fun so we agreed to come. She never told us that it was professional escorts that she was short of. No wonder everyone sort of accepted us. They just all assumed Francine and I were whores. I guess that’s why the guys were all so delightfully uninhibited about looking at my tits. You know, in some situations, I think I’d like being a prostitute.”
“My god! I’m glad you’re a sport about it. I’ve insulted you and here you’re laughing about it. I never asked even if you wanted to do it. I suppose I pretty much raped you.”
“Don’t be silly. From the time you invited me out this evening, I knew I’d do it with you. Being talken for granted is sort of, I don’t know, exciting maybe? Girls who like sex like to be used in some ways. Anyway, is five hundred the going rate? If I keep it, you won’t have to feel guilty about offering it to me.”
“Hilda, ah.. listen. You can still have the other five hundred, if you give me your phone number. In fact, since I probably can’t get it from Mrs. Jensen, it would be easier and cheaper than trying to track you down.”
“Donald, you don’t date girls like me, do you? No, listen. I know I’m not rich or cultured. When you asked me here, I knew you only wanted me for sex, and that was alright. I can’t see why it makes it any worse that you intended to pay me for it. Actually, it makes you seem a little nicer. I was thinking that you were awfully arrogant earlier. Not that you aren’t. You’re just less arrogant than I thought. Anyway, I was going to tell you that you can have my phone number for free, and sex for free if you want to see me again. But I can tell you’d rather pay me than be indebted to me. So I’ll tell you what. Pay me as much as you think you should. And call me as often as you want. We both like the sex, so why shouldn’t we enjoy it without either of us feeling guilty? Donald, I work as a receptionist for four hundred a week. If you want to equalize the wealth a little I certainly don’t mind.”
So you can imagine what happened. Donald likes variety, so he didn’t call me for a month. His driver picked me up and brought me to a fancy hotel, giving me the key to a prepaid room. Well, if I was getting paid, I couldn’t complain I supposed. But it made me feel much more like a whore than just being paid. Until then I liked the arrangement. Not being escorted, though, bothered me. I’d dressed up like I was going on a date. In fact, I had on the same low cut dress. I thought he might like it. But in a bedroom, it seemed pointless, so I got naked and waited for him.
Fortunately, not only did he arrive quickly, but he also apologized for not picking me up himself. Then he said he missed seeing me in the dress, so I put it back on for him and let him take it off me again. In a lot of ways, it was better the second time. Maybe because I was more than just a body for sale. I was still a body for sale, but I was also a person to go with the body. I think he found the rest of me more interesting than a regular prostitute. Oh gosh. I guess I could go on for a while about that session. How good he was at licking my pussy lips. But some other time, perhaps. You like hearing those kinds of details don’t you? Well, the important thing was what he proposed later when he took me home. He drove a big sports car, which didn’t impress my parents nearly as much as the limo that picked me up. I didn’t dare invite him in because even my mom would realize that a man like Donald would have only one interest in a poor girl like me. So we sat out front in his car and talked for a while.
The gist was that he and a group of friends all liked being playboys. They were limited not by available women, all being rich, but by the risks involved. So they had formed a club that met about once a month, usually at a different estate each time. Each man had to have an AIDS test the day before, and each girl that morning. Only male guests are allowed. Any female present is paid decoration and fair game for whatever the men want to use her for. With their money I would have expected three of us for each male. But not so. They generally have about thirty men and half that many women. Apparently, fifteen pussies is more than enough to satisfy any male desire for variety, and sloopy seconds is everyone’s goal. These guys love to stick it into a pussy oozing cume from previous ejaculations. In fact, before the first time you get fucked, someone always sticks a squirter dildo up both you orfices, and from then on you ass and cunt leak nice smelling and nice tasting lube. If wet thighs embarrasses a girl, as far as their concerned, so much the better. Most of the skits seem to have primarily that purpose.
I’ve gone to three of these now. They’re always on a Saturday night and I get paid a thousand dollar each time. Of course I have to go get AIDS tested in the afternoon, then go directly to the place. The results don’t come back immediately, but they finish well before the party begins. During the afternoon, the other girls and I rehearse skits, some made up during the day, others from suggestions some of the men may have contributed. Generally there are three or four men around, keeping an eye on us, sometimes directing us in skits. It’s ok to flirt with these guys, but there’s no sex until all the blood tests are finished. Even then, the guys usually want to wait until party time.
I guess the idea in the evening is that with the guys outnumbering the girls we’re supposed to be intimidated by the number of pricks lined up to fuck us. But I don’t think a single girl there wanted less than the average of two men fucking her. While most of the pussies are regular professionals, I think the group has been pretty well selected for toush that likes being fucked over throughly, and likes the idea of being sampled by a lot of pricks during the course of the evening. I think few of these guys come more than once during the party, but I’ve always had at least two ejaculate inside me each night.
————–
“So, Karen. I’m not sure if they want any more pussies. But they might like new ones. Would you be interested?”
I told Hilda I might. But there were two problems. First, this was an invite only thing. A girl didn’t get hired just because she wanted to put out for a bunch of guys all together in the same night. Not when they were paying the girls a thousand dollars each. Men usually find me attractive, but not as much as Hilda thinks. I can get most men I know to fuck me with Lola’s “a little this-a and that-a”. That and telling them I was available and free. But for the type of money Hilda was talking about, the club could hire plenty of big breasted Playmate types. Hilda seems to think my tiny tits are no hinderance, but I know men like her’s a lot better.
There were other reasons this Donald and his friends would probably never ask me to bare my pussy for them. What they were doing was either illegal or only qusi-legal. Some places prostitutes are presecuted when the local police need something. Other places “escort” services freely advertise in the yellow pages. Still, technically it’s illegal almost everywhere in the United States. And this isn’t Nevada. I had a feeling the men running this private sex party didn’t want any women involved who weren’t doing it for the money. Hilda was probably marginal, though Donald had already paid her twice for pussy. If they knew I was a well paid engineer, they wouldn’t want me for that reason also. Actually, the fact that I’d probably never have the opportunity to put my ass on the block in such a delightfully kinky way, made me envious of Hilda’s adventure. The setup allowing a safe sex orgy was the situation a slut can usually only dream about in this post AIDS society. I wanted to hear more so I asked Hilda to describe her first time.
————-> Hilda:
Well, that was the most memorable of the three. First of all, I really didn’t know what to expect, although things turned out pretty much as I’d been told they would. For one thing, on a date, especially if it will involve sex, I always trust my boyfriend to look after me. You hear about a guy sharing his girl with friends of his. That’s never happened to me, but if it did, I would trust him to not give away my pussy to any friends with anything contagious. What made me nervous was that Donald wasn’t there ahead of time. He had even pointedly told me that he might not make it at all. So my body would be in the hands of complete strangers. As it turned out, Donald was there, though I only found out toward the end. And while my pussy got impaled by more than a dozen men, I don’t thing he was one of them. Since he liked variety and had spent an evening with me just a week earlier, probably he was more interested in the other pussies.
Ok, the reason I didn’t know whether he was there or not was because the men all start out disguised. The girls all start out in negligees. Everyone wears black eventhough our outfits are mostly transparent. The guys with good figures tend to wear body suits that exaggerate their manhood. Donald was so dressed, but so were a dozen other men. They all wore face masks. Some started out with capes and big black hats like Zorro. Towards the end all the men are naked below the waist for obvious reasons, but some never shed their masks. Perhaps they don’t want the girls to be able to recognize them. I’m pretty sure the men all know each other, even in costume.
I was involved in one skit where I had to bend over this vaulting horse that was set waist high off the floor. My ankles and wrists were secured with leather straps. I couldn’t move my head enough to see what was going on behind me. And the obvious thing happened there. In this position I received the two traditional dildo squirts. They injected me with so much KY that I could feel it running out of both my anus and vagina and down onto the vaulting horse. In both places the guy took his time squirting my insides like a lover ejaculating, except that it was much more liquid than the cume any man had ever blessed me with in either place.
The first guy slowly forced his manhood into my lube filled rectum. No vaginal sex for my horny pussy! He wasn’t very big and didn’t hurt me at all. Each man who so used me felt hardly any bigger and sometimes smaller than the previous man. By the time I started feeling really big pricks inside my anus, it was more than stretched sufficiently.
I lost track of the number of times I got reamed, I assume by different men. But even that I had no way of knowing. Three or four men could have been taking turns after the initial few and I wouldn’t have known. But if they were all different pricks I felt in my fanny, then I’d guess practically all thirty men must have made a quick exploration of the inside of my fanny with their members. I suppose being new ass, I was sort of an attraction. During all this, I was hardly the only attraction. The men were not so patient that all thirty would wait a turn to ream my ass hole. At the start, my fanny was the featured skit. But before the fourth man fucked me I could hear them gathering around another girl for similar treatment.
During the afternoon, I was given only a light snack. Twice, when I first arrived and later, I was told to take an enema. A half hour before the party a man came around, lightly lubed both my holes and felt around with a couple of fingers inside my fanny. Shit! Actually, shit was exactly what he did not find, so he was satisfied. I found the whole thing somewhat degrading. Maybe it was supposed to be another test or just compliance training. A girl who couldn’t smile while letting a man give her fanny an internal was not supposed to be there.
By the time the group was done with my fanny, I’d missed seeing most of the planned entertainment. It hardly ever lasts two hours, and the improptu fucking starts well before it ends. Most of the night there’s no one wanting to fuck you with only that average of two guys per gal, so you circulate, kiss a lot, give blow jobs to semi-erect phaluses, and try to look decorative. When I’m naked with a man who might fuck me or is about to, I’m always horny. I was horny all night inspite of my sore ass. My pussy wanted dick in the worst way. Being decorative can mean sticking your legs up in the air and spreading your legs. But you only did that when asked to do it. Otherwise we’d all be doing it too much. So the trick seems to be to look shy and vulnerable, then deliver on demand. I learned quickly that there was more hot pussy there than this number of men could hope to satisfy. The ratio of one girl for every two guys is probably a good one.
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