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Little Red Riding Hood: Out of the Woods?

“What.. WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“Um.. hi.”
“What… WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? Why is Molly’s pussy on your… on your..”
Peter’s angry, beyond pissed, but he’s a human male. He’s got a dick, and that dick’s more concerned with the fact that my tongue is mere millimeters from hot girl’s dripping cunt.
The Wolf reaches over me and grabs Molly’s ass. His voice comes out low, like a growl, “You should come get the pussy you’ve been dreaming about.”
Peter’s mouth seems to have gone dry, or perhaps he can no longer speak due to the blood disappearing from his brain to his pulsing cock. He staggers over, stops, as if he’s second guessing himself, then rushes over to the bed, shedding clothes in his wake.
I feel Molly’s weight shift off of me as he grabs her hips, pulling her to kneel on the edge of the bed. I have a clear view as he buries his tongue between her legs, lapping up her juices from the orgasm I gave her.
I see the Wolf smirk out of the corner of my eye. He slowly begins to fuck me again, laying almost flat on top of me as we both watch Peter eat Molly’s cunt.
“He’s not very good at that, is he?” he whispers, his breath tickling my neck, his lips brushing the curl of my ear. I shudder, eyes locked on my boyfriend’s tongue in my best friend’s cunt. The same cunt that just had my tongue sliding, slithering, sucking up her cum.
His teeth on my nipple draw a groan from my lips. Peter stops licking Molly’s pussy, and as if spurned on by our voyeurism, shoves his dick into Molly. She moans, circling her hips and fucking Peter back. I can see her slickness on his dick, and I almost rear up off the bed to lick them both.
Perhaps he can read my mind – great minds think alike, right? – because he scoops under the back of my head, pick me up and pushes my lips against Molly and Peter. My lips make contact with clit and cock; instinctually, I lick. He begins to fuck me faster, watching as Peter and Molly grind themselves on my tongue.
I can tell Peter is getting close, his panting gets harder and his thrusts get more erratic. Molly shakes, screams, “OHHHHH FUCK”, and she cums, which results in Peter losing his load. I move out of the way as they fall flat, exhausted from exertion.
The Wolf jerks out of me, fixing his clothes. I barely have time to fix my own before he pulls me over his shoulder. We’re out of the apartment in less than a minute; Peter and Molly have no chance to respond nor have they the strength to chase us.
Thrown as I am, all I see are the concrete stairs before he bursts into the sunlight. My feet hit the ground, but he continues to drag me along by the hand. Everything seems a blur, like my brain can’t catch up with the reality of what’s going on. At one point, we see cops running our way. He pushes me against a building, crushing my body and my lips in a kiss that does nothing to help my disorientation.
They pass and we continue to walk at a fast clip, nearing the sketchy area of town. I begin to pull back on his hand, attempting to resist as much as my 100 pound frame can against a man that looks like he could easily bench press two of me. He simply pulls harder, and I trip behind him into what looks like an empty warehouse.
“Oh my god, he’s going to kill me,” I think, and I try to dig in my heels to the dirty grey floor. Problem is, we’re no longer out in public, so there’s no need for him to keep me on my feet. I get lifted again over his shoulder.
“No!! NO NO NO NO I WON’T TELL ANYONE!! PLEASE!!! DON’T HURT ME!” I beg, swearing, kicking, and trying my hardest to break free from his arm.
My ass hits metal as he sits me down on an industrial table. I’m trying my hardest not to cry, wishing I had bitten him earlier instead of giving into desire. His hand grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes- dark brown, deep, and despite my fear, I do everything in my power not to drool.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, his lips coming dangerously close to mine. I lean forward, upward, towards his face –
“At least, not if you don’t want me to,” he finishes, pulling away. I nearly fall off of the table. He disappears from my vision. I turn to find him, his back to me, as he pulls off his shirt. His back ripples with muscle, beautiful lines interrupted only by the scratches my nails have left. His boxers peak out of his jeans, which hang around his hips. My breath catches in my throat, enraptured with the sight of this insanely hot guy who just happened to also fuck me senseless earlier.
He turns around and catches me with my jaw dropped. I see him smirk at my hand lying on my inner thigh, unconsciously drawing circles on my tender skin. He stalks over to me, his chest close to my face as he reaches around me, grabbing a bottle from out of my view.
“Want a drink?”
Somewhere, with my dignity and my ability to breathe, I toss the last shreds of my inhibition. I grab the whiskey bottle from his hand and pour some on his shoulder, licking and biting where the liquor kisses his skin.
He growls, a dirty smile playing across his lips. “You’re wasting…” he whispers in my ear, before gently pushing me flat on the cool metal. My shirt is roughly pushed up, whiskey drizzles across my stomach. He laps it up, the sting of the liquor and the heat of his tongue making my pussy slick with the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll-
His tongue teases underneath my waistband, nearly flicking against my clit. My hips flinch upward, my hands try to push his head against my begging cunt, but he pulls away, laughing. He doesn’t get far, though. I pull him between my legs by the top of his jeans, trapping his cock against me as I lock my ankles behind his back.
His hands push my shirt and bra up as I fumble with the button of his jeans. He bits my bottom lip before I feel his teeth graze the nape of my neck. I gasp, suddenly topless as he rips my clothes off of me. He sucks hard on my nipple, causing me to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Pushing me flat on the table again, he begins to pull my skirt off, as he frees his huge cuck from his jeans. Holding my hands over my head, he stops for a second, tenderly kissing my ear lobe.
“Max,” he says.
Our eyes meet. “Uh.. what?”
“Max. My name is Max,” he laughs.
What the fuck. I don’t know what to say, so I respond in kind, “Lily.”
He buries his mouth against my ear, “Wasn’t trying to get your name. Just want you to know what you should scream.”
Every inch suddenly slides in to my pussy, my back arching at his assault. The air in my lungs escapes, and I can’t even draw a breath to moan. The Wolf – Max, whatever the fuck his name is!!- seems as breathless, momentarily motionless in my tight wetness.
“You are so -” he pulls out, thrust in hard, “fucking,” another thrust, “tight,” he groans against my neck, grinding against my clit as he buries his cock deeper into my cunt.
He pulls out completely, and I worry he’s about to run away like our apartment escape. Instead, he drops to his knees, his tongue flat against my aching hole, rubbing every which way. I get enough air to moan, loudly, burying my hands into his hair. I thrash on the table, knocking the whiskey to the floor. Glass shatters off to the side, the air becomes intoxicated as I beg him to keep going.
I can feel my pussy tighten, tingling as he pushes me to orgasm. “DON’T STOP!” I scream, feeling my abs contract as his tongue slides deep. I cum hard, arching off of the tabletop, “FFUUUCCKKKMAXXX.”
I shudder as the cool metals makes contact with my post-orgasm flush. There’s no time to rest; he pulls me from the table, bending me at the waist and pushing my breasts into the now-warm surface.
Holding my hands above my head, he pushes into my twat. One hand busy with my wrists, his other pushes down on my lower back, pushing my sensitive clit against the surface below. Trapped as it is between the metal and his warm shaft, my pussy throbs, and tightens more around Max’s dick. He fucks me hard and fast, his nails digging into my skin as he holds me pinned.
“Cum for me again, Lily. Let me feel you cum again,” he slows down, letting every inch slowly work its way out of my tight hole. I shiver, rolling my hips on his cock, “Max…”
I hear him laugh, and then feel the sting of his hand as he slaps my ass. I whimper, still pushing back on his dick, “Please. Give it to me,” I barely whisper.
He drives every inch into me, rubbing my clit with his fingers. “Now, Lily.”
My body obliges him, my cunt tightening as I cum again.
He pulls out, and when I try to stand, I collapses on the ground. He wraps his hands in my hair, pulling me up to his cock. I wrap my lips around the tip, sucking my juice that’s coating his skin. He groans, pushing further into my throat. He begins to fuck my mouth as he did my pussy, cradling my head in his other hand.
“You love this,” he growls- a statement, not a question- his entirely cock buried. I swallow, my throat contracting around his head, causing him to moan. He releases my hands, and I grab his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I pull off of him, and carefully begin to lick his balls. His breath quickens, egged on by the sight of my pink tongue delicately covering every inch of him. I suck on the base of his cock, and his head rolls back, hands re-buried in my hair.
“Suck me.”
I run the tip of my tongue up his shaft, teasing the tip.
“Suck me, Lily.”
I wrap my lips around the tip, only sucking lightly on the very top.
His patience runs out and he pushes my head down. I increase the tightness in my mouth, and he groans as his motions get faster. “Fuck..” he moans, his dick buried in my throat. Our eyes meet, and I can see he can’t hold back any more. I feel him cum, his dick twitching against my tongue. I swallow every bit, his hands on either side of my head grip the edge of the table, bracing himself from falling.
We dress in silence. A black Camaro sits off to the side. He gently guides me over to it. We drive out of the warehouse, and he pulls up near the park where I was first crossing to get to Molly’s. Awkwardly, I get out, half expecting him to drive off. However, he gets out, sits on the hood, and pulls me towards him. Standing between his legs, I can’t help but envision all the incredibly naughty things we could do on the hood. He seems to read my mind again and laughs, “Another time.” He grabs my ass to pull me close against his face, taking in my smell.
Just as quickly, he stands, and is back in the car. “Tell your piece of shit boyfriend to learn how to eat pussy, or I’ll gladly take his job.”
I laugh, “Maybe you should.”
Another smirk. Sirens interrupt our moment – “I’ll find you next time you need to be broken in half properly.”
“Tomorrow then.”
He speeds off, a smile on his face, and a twitch in his pants that only gets worse as he looks over and sees my red panties on his passenger seat.
“Tomorrow it is.”

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Fantasy

My horny lady

This is my second story, not a follow up on “Losing my virginity”, but just something to keep you busy while I type up the follow up

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HIGH SCHOOL REUNION – TAKE FOUR: THE STUDENT HELPERS

This is the fourth of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. Chapters 4, 5 and 6 are considerably longer than the others in the series. To find the other chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.

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The Forgotten Heroes Chapter 4 – “The hunt has started”

We last left you just entering the city of Bakersfield ruled by a Duke who is a uncle of the King of the North Island. You’re now on the run with Eve a beautiful elf who works with Grace who is a dwarf herbalist. Grace was held captive by the Inquiry a organization who believes that Belvenditon God of “pure” knowledge that hunt down witches and other followers of the mad wizard who perverse knowledge and magic. It’s up to you to save Grace and Eve and get them off the North Island.

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My Graduation Present

Let me start out by telling you a little bit about myself. My name is Matt, and i’m 18 years old. I’m almost 5′ 9, 190 lbs. I play football, baseball, and i’m on the wrestling team. I’m not exactly ripped, but i’m definitely not fat. In the summer time from playing sports year round, i’m tanner than most of my friends and my sister who couldn’t get a tan to save her life. The summer is precisely when this story takes place. It’s the day of my graduation party, June 16th. It had to be the hottest day of the entire summer. All day relatives arrived, which wasn’t exactly thrilling. My friends stopped over and a lot of girls I knew. My niece Danielle stopped over. She’s only 14 but looks like she’s my age. All my friends were asking who she was and I told them they better back off because of her age.
As day turned to night, me and my friends decided to step the party up a little bit. Everyone there threw down five dollars and we got a keg of Busch Light. Within an hour of when we got back with the keg, everyone was smashed. Game after game of beer pong can do that to a person. I decide to take a trip outside and see what’s happening in my yard. I walk around the side of my house to find someone running towards me. It was Danielle, she wrapped both her hands around one of my arms and immediately I got a massive erection. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I looked at my niece not as her Uncle, but as my friends did. She was 4’9 maybe 90 lbs. I do twice her weight in warmups in the weight room. She father was Mexican, which meant she put my tan to shame. She was wearing pink pump high heels, which made her come almost to my chin. A black miniskirt with a white button up top. Bright pink lipstick, how did she convince her mom to let her wear what she’s wearing. This girl was begging to be fucked. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “Uncle Matt, I saw a cop car.” The first thing I picked up was the scent of alcohol on her breath; I didn’t even ask her about it.
“If the cops come they can’t do a thing. And for the last time just call me Matt.
“Well I’m scared. I’m only 14, what will they do if they catch me?” She wrapped her hands around my chest and impaled her chest on my cock. It stuck into her chest, then slip up my pants until it was pointing straight up. There’s no way she didn’t feel that, I thought to myself. She didn’t even seem to notice though, she still clung to me with a kung fu grip. “Please can we go inside or something?”
“Alright if it will make you feel better lets go.” We walked back inside my house. I didn’t want to go back in my bedroom where all my friends were, so we found ourselves alone in the living room. We both sat on the couch, her sitting right next to me. I couldn’t help but look down at her smooth legs. She looked so sexy it was hard from stopping myself. I turned on some random MTV bologna and we sat watching it for a while. I sat there trying to find another way to get laid, but it was getting so late I tried dozing off for a minute, that’s when Danielle looked up at me, “Uncle Matt, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, what’s on your mind?”
“What’s this thing?” She lifted her head from my lap and replaced it with her hand. She looked down at it for a second and looked up at me with a grin. “I could feel it when I hugged you. You have a big one, Uncle Matt.” I looked down at my niece with her hand on my cock, with one of the hardest erections in my life as the door opened. It was my mom.
“Your sister’s leaving,” she said, “you better go say goodbye. Danielle, that means you’re leavin’ too.”
“My mom said I could stay over, I mean…. if that’s okay with you.”
“Yes of course you’re always welcome here. You have to find you’re own place to sleep though.”
“Oh don’t worry,” she looked at me, “I will.”
I walked outside and said goodbye to my sister and a couple other fleeting relatives. On my way back inside, I heard my friends coming down from upstairs in my room. They said they were leaving, so I said bye to them too and headed back inside. When I got back to Danielle, she was complaining about being tired and wanting to go to sleep. I told her to go and she said I had to come with her, cuz she was scared of my room being so dark. Our house is old, and the wiring is weird so the switches are in weird places. I can see how she could get scared because you can’t see where you’re going sometimes. I led her upstairs, and we stumbled around in the dark, not even bothering with the switches. She fell backwards onto the weight machine and pulled me on top of her. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me laughing. Her skirt lift all the way up exposing her pink thong, driving my raging boner crazy. I wanted to pull it off to the side and ram my eight inch rod up her tiny hole. I started thinking about if she’s been fucked before. She acts like a little whore, I have a sixth sense for them, family or not I can tell. I pulled myself off of her and pulled her on to her feet. We entered the second bedroom where my bed is. She fell onto her stomach, and i fell onto my back. I didn’t bother turning the lights on, it looked like she was passed out anyway. I started feeling my pants, wondering if she was asleep so I could stroke it. I need some relief from this sexual tension. She started snoring a little bit, so I whipped it out and started wacking away. I worked it up into a full out erection again. I noticed that her snores had stopped a second too late. I opened my eyes and she stood gazing at my dick.
“Uncle Matt, yours is so big.”
“Danielle, I’m your Uncle.” I started packaging my raging hard-on away in my pants when she grabbed a firm hand onto it.
“No, I won’t tell no one, just let me play with it.”
“You’re my niece, and you’re 14! I’ll go to prison!”
“Come on, you’re so hot, all my friends wanna fuck you.” She started stroking my cock at a good pace; I had to stop myself from exploding right then and there. “See? I’ve had lots of practice.”
“On Who?”
“Some boyfriends I’ve had let me suck theirs, but they were half your size. I want to suck yours. I’m good at sucking too they tell me”
“You’re insane. I’d never let you.”
“Don’t act like you don’t want to, you’re the one that got a boner in the first place. Now i’m telling you I want to suck it, so you can’t get in trouble right? See? Problem solved.” She pulled my cock into the upright position, pointing straight into her mouth. She plunged her head onto my steel rod. Her tiny mouth barely fit around it. Hell, her hand barely fit around it. She got about three inches in, and started to gag. The feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock sent flames through my body. She would use her tongue to try to coax her head farther down. The feeling was amazing, even if she wasn’t getting it in any deeper.
“All that talk you had me thinking you were a pro”
“I am, i’m just getting warmed up.” She plunged her head down again, this time four, maybe five inches down. She stuck her tongue out and flicked it back and forth on my shaft. With her hand she pulled my balls towards her mouth. With one last attempt, she speared her head down harder than before, but she had hit a brick wall. At this point I knew a couple things. One, I had three more inches of cock I had to get into her mouth. Two, I knew her mouth wasn’t 5 inches deep. That meant my cock was part way in her throat, and if it could get part way in, she could get the rest in. I gave out a moan and smoothly placed my hand on her cheek. She stuck the tip of my dick between her teeth and her cheek so I could feel it. After feeling my dick through my niece’s small cheek, she went back to sucking. Up, down, up, down. As amazing as it felt, her cute face staring up at me begged for more. I could see it in her eyes that she, just as much as me, wanted my dick buried in the back of her throat. My hand went from her cheek to the back of her head. I grabbed a handful of hair and started plunging her head down hard. I didn’t push anything at first, just down the usual five inches. After a minute of this just as I had her down deep as she could go, I gave out a moan and thrust into her head. I slipped another inch into her mouth, but she instantly gagged and pulled off giggling. “I think you can read my mind.”
“I think I can too. Now suck.” She obediantly wrapped her lips around me again, only taking the tip in. I grabbed her head with both hands, and slammed her down again once more. Only two inches to go I thought to myself.
“Here this might be easier, stand up,” she said. I stood up and stepped out of my pants. She lifted up onto her knees doggystyle, my cock pointing straight at her mouth. This will be way easier, I said to myself. My niece is a good little whore. I grabbed her head and bobbed it down a few inches. “I’d take a deep breath,” I said, and without warning plunged her head down. Her throat was so tight as my cock slid seven long inches down her 14 year old throat. I started fucking her face pretty violently. I couldn’t control myself at this point. I pulled it out, then down seven inches. I could hear her breathing heavy after every ascent. Pulled it out, down seven inches. I was slowly working myself into a rhythm. I felt that familiar tingle in my balls, and I didn’t have to look far to find a place to shoot my load. Without warning I shoved my cock eight inches deep into her throat. She started to gag, put her hands on my hips and pushed away. She was no match for my strength at this point. I shot the first load of sticky cum directly down her throat. Then I slid her up slowly until just the tip was in her mouth. I rested here for a second, shooting a few streams of sticky fluid into her mouth before diving back down her throat to empty the rest of my load directly into her stomach. When I was done I slowly slid my cock once more out of my niece’s slippery mouth. I had forgotten about the cum into her mouth until I saw it open, and she gave her tongue a swirl. One minute it was there, and the next it was gone as she swallowed every last drop.
“I think that stuff tastes good,” she said as she licked her lips hungrily.
“Well then, this won’t be the last time you get a free meal from me!”

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Grandfather’s Boy Toy

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was much younger, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.
Names have been changed where needed.
My parents separated just before I turned seven years old, and my mother loaded my two younger brothers and me into our old station wagon and took us several states away to be closer to her parents. It was near the beginning of the summer of 1963, just after I finished first grade, and for the first few weeks we stayed with my grandparents, until my mother could find a job and put together enough to rent a house right up the street from them.
In the evenings, when things settled down, my mother and grandmother would usually sit out on the front porch after dinner, while my two younger brothers and I were still running around out in the yard playing. My grandfather would usually sit out on the porch with them, whittling on a piece of cedar, but around the time my mother and grandmother put my two younger brothers to bed, sometimes he would sit in his car and listen to a baseball game on the car radio. I was usually allowed to stay up a bit later, but it got pretty boring sitting around inside the house with my mother and grandmother, so I began to go outside and sit in the car with my grandfather, listening to the games.
I wasn’t really all that interested in the games, but I loved being with my grandfather, and usually managed to keep quiet while he listened to the game. Eventually, bored, I would get sleepy, and begin to drop off to sleep, and my grandfather would have me stretch out on the bench seat beside him and put my head in his lap, and I would fall asleep until the game was over and he woke me up to go inside and go to bed.
One evening, I was asleep with my head on his lap, and I woke up to feel him moving around. I looked around, and saw he had his trousers open and was playing with his cock, just inches from my head. He saw me look around, and it startled him, but he didn’t try to put his cock back in his trousers, he just stopped stroking it and looked at me for a few seconds. He asked if I had ever seen a man’s cock before, and I said no, forgetting that I had seen my father peeing a time or two, but never seen him up close.
I started to sit up, but my grandfather stopped me and said I could stay there and take a closer look if I wanted. Curious, I got as close as I could to see it in the dim light, and I could see it appeared a bit slick and wet at the tip. My grandfather told me he was just playing with himself a bit, that all men did it, and asked me if I had ever played with myself. I remembered my mother’s best friend, Jane, and how she had made my little wiener feel so good when I had stayed with her for a couple of weeks a few months before, but I had never played with my wiener myself, and I told him no. He told me, well, then, it was about time he showed me how, and told me this was something for men only, and I should never tell anyone else about it, and made me promise.
I watched as he resumed stroking his cock, and I could feel my own little wiener starting to become hard as I got more excited. My grandfather was uncircumcised, and I liked watching his foreskin slip back and forth over the head of his cock. My parents had had me circumcised in the Navy hospital a couple of years before, and my grandfather explained the difference to me when I asked him about it. My grandfather never became fully erect, but I could see a bit of sticky fluid forming at the tip, like mine had when Jane was touching me, and I assumed it was the same stuff.
As more of the fluid seeped out, my grandfather took out a handkerchief and began to wipe it off, and I asked if he didn’t use his fingers and put it in his mouth. Jane had done that for me, or licked it from the tip of my wiener, and had allowed me to taste it from her fingertips, but I never told him about Jane. My grandfather said no, he never did that, but asked me if I would like to taste it, and I said yes. He let me touch his cock and get a bit of his sticky fluid on the tip of my finger, and I put my finger into my mouth. It tasted different from my own sticky fluid that I had tasted with Jane, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He asked me how I liked it, and I said it was okay, and he asked if I would like to lick some more from him, straight from the head of his cock. Eager to please, I slid over a bit closer to him and licked his cock with my tongue.
He moaned audibly as I licked the head of his cock, just like I was licking an ice cream cone, trying to get as much of his fluid as possible. In addition to being unable to get fully erect, my grandfather didn’t cum normally, his cum just sort of seeped out over a longer period of time, and I had to keep licking as more and more seeped out. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he gently pushed my mouth down onto his cock, telling me to take it in my mouth, and I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock inside. He urged me to suck on him, and use my tongue to try to keep licking his cock, and I eagerly did as he asked. I was rewarded, over the next few minutes, with quite a bit of cum, which I swallowed right down. He gently increased the pressure on the back of my head, forcing his cock further into my mouth, then releasing the pressure and letting me back off when I began to gag. Soon I got the idea and began to bob my head up and down, feeling the first couple of inches of his cock slide in and out of my mouth as I sucked and licked on it.
By the time my grandfather was satisfied, my mouth was pretty tired from sucking so long, but I hadn’t wanted to stop and disappoint him. He wiped his cock off with his handkerchief and reminded me not to tell anyone, and I promised again, and we went inside the house to get ready for bed.
This happened several times over the next couple of weeks. After my mother had moved us up the street, just a few houses away from her parents, we still seemed to spend most evenings at their house, until my mother decided it was time to take my younger brothers home to go to bed. At first that cut into mine and my grandfather’s routine, but he soon figured out if he just told my mother to let me stay over with him and my grandmother a couple of nights a week, we could continue on as before. He had begun masturbating my little wiener as I sucked his cock for him on the front seat of the car, and neither of us was in any hurry to stop.
Then he hit on a new strategy. Every week, we had all been loading up in my mother’s old station wagon – it had room for everyone – and going shopping, picking up groceries and whatever else we needed. My grandfather decided to stay behind, and convinced my mother to leave me with him, and as soon as the rest of the family pulled out of the driveway, he led me to his bedroom.
It was a small house, with just a living room, kitchen/dining room, and two bedrooms, and you could walk a circle through each room inside of the house. There was a bathroom off the back bedroom, and a closed in back porch where my grandmother kept her freezer, canned goods, etc., and an open front porch that ran all the way across the front of the house. My grandparent’s bedroom was in the front of the house, off the living room, with another doorway to the back bedroom. There were no doors on the inside, just curtains over the doorways. My grandfather and grandmother slept apart in separate twin beds in the front bedroom.
In the bedroom, he had me strip naked, and he did the same. I had never see anything other than his cock outside his trousers, and got my first look at his balls, and how hairy he really was, much like Jane’s pussy had been so very hairy. I wanted to reach out and play with them, but he said he wanted to do something first, and had me lay back on his bed. Then he began playing with my little pecker, stroking it between his fingers and lightly touching my balls. As the first drop of fluid formed at the tip, he lowered his head and began sucking my wiener, just as he had taught me to suck his. It felt incredible, having my grandfather stroking and sucking my little dick, the first time he had gotten a chance to do so.
I found out much later that my grandfather wasn’t gay, and had never had sex with a boy until he started with me, though he did have a history of molesting two of his teen-age daughters – my mother was one of them – years before. He had stopped and managed for years to get by just masturbating himself, until I had happened along and presented him with an opportunity.
I didn’t know any of that then, though, and wouldn’t have cared if I had. All that mattered was that I had that good feeling in my groin again, and I loved it, and I never wanted it to stop. My grandfather sucked and kissed my dick for several minutes, and I was in heaven the entire time.
He finally stopped and lay back on the bed himself, and I didn’t even have to ask what he wanted. I began licking the head of his cock like a popsicle, tasting his precum, then took his cock into my mouth and began sucking, bobbing my head up and down and feeling his cock slip in and out of my lips. I had gotten better at sucking his cock, and could take more into my mouth now without gagging, and stroke his cock as I sucked it. It felt so good going in and out of my mouth, even though it still was never more than semi-erect.
My grandfather told me to play with is balls a bit as I sucked him, and I did so. I had almost forgotten them in the excitement of having him suck my wiener for the first time, and getting to suck him, but now I played around with them, getting familiar with them and gently squeezing them when he told me to do so. After a while, he had me lick and kiss his balls, and suck on them as I stroked his cock, and he would do the same for me. He also had me ‘fuck’ him by putting my little wiener inside the foreskin of his much larger cock, and we would rub the heads together as our fluids mingled inside his foreskin.
My grandfather and I had sex frequently that summer, either in his car on the nights I stayed over during the week, or in his bed on the weekends while everyone else was gone shopping. Over time, he grew bolder, taking me directly to bed with him on the nights I stayed over, and we would have sex while my grandmother was lying in the next bed, just a few feet away. She had to know what was going on, but I never heard her say a word about it.
Once school started, my mother wouldn’t let me stay over during the week, so we shifted to having sex on Friday and Saturday nights, when I didn’t have to go to school the next day. We were still having sex on the weekends when everyone else went shopping, so my grandfather and I both lived for the weekends.

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A Mother’s Helping Hand Ch. 4

THIS STORY HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN BY SOMEONE ELSE. JUST TO CLARIFY. This is not my story, just had some people who wanted to read the rest of the chapters for this story….Enjoy!

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Vengeance 34

Vengeance 34
“Mmm,” I moaned. Ellie and Sarah were both bound under my desk back in our apartment. They were simple ties, wrists together behind back, and ankles bound to thighs, keeping them on my knees. I’d bound them nearly the second we got back from camping.
I pushed Ellie’s head all the way down. Her eyes widened with surprise at the sudden gesture, but she didn’t gag or resist. I let her get some air and pulled Sarah closer. “How long are you with us?” I asked the dark haired, tan Native American. She shrugged and started sucking on my balls. “I think the answer is, ‘as long as you want, sir,’” I corrected her.
“As long as you want…Master,” she responded after a moment’s hesitation. I grinned, and pulled her onto my cock. She drooled as her head bobbed up and down, sending a bead splashing onto my chair.
“You’ve gotten a lot better,” I commented, noting she could not take about five and a half inches. “A bit more practice and you might eclipse Ellie in talent.” Ellie scowled at that and I laughed. “Don’t worry Love, you’ll always be the best dick sucker I know.” She grinned back at me at that comment and moved to take Sarah’s place. It was the truth, Sarah was improving, but she was nothing compared to Ellie. The girl just had a way about moving her lips and tongue and throat that drove me crazy.
“You prove my point so nicely,” I told her as she bobbed up and down. Despite the near infinite number of blowjobs Ellie had given me, I still could barely resist her talents. I let her go for another few seconds, then forced her off me.
I moved to the center of the room, beckoning the girls to follow. My dick dropped beads of droll on the floor, but I didn’t care. Slowly but surely the girls made their way over. “Damn, I may never untie you,” I said, grabbing a breast of each of the girls. Sarah grimaced slightly, but Ellie seemed to rather enjoy the thought.
“Unfortunately, I have something else planned.” I took a knife and approached Ellie. She sat there perfectly calm while I brought it close and cut her bonds. She stretched and moved towards my box of toys, thinking I was about to give her free reign over Sarah.
“Not so fast,” I warned her. She stopped in her tracks and placed her hands on her head as a sign of submission. I tied her hands together in front of her , and tied them to a hook in the ceiling. I tightened the rope until she stood on her tiptoes, a look of concern crossed her face. I grinned evilly, deepening the look. I took a spreader and tied it to each ankle. It started at about a foot and a half wide, then I started cranking it wider. I took her legs as wide as they would go, about four feet apart. Her arms strained under her weight, and her toes barely touched the ground. Her pussy was completely exposed, completely bald, and dripping.
“You are mine to play with however I want.” I ran a finger up her spine, causing her to shudder. Her mouth opened in a moan of nervousness and arousal. I took this moment to force a large red ball gag into her mouth, and fasten it around her head.
Now she was plenty nervous, her eyes pleading with me. I loved playing with her mouth so I rarely gagged her, and never used a ball gag. I walked over to Sarah and freed her as well, handing her a single tail whip. Ellie’s eyes went wide as Sarah stood and sauntered over. Almost before I could blink, Sarah had wound up and cracked the whip hard across Ellie’s stomach. “I picked it up before we left,” I explained. “It’ll hurt like a mother fucker, but leave little damage.” Sarah cracked the whip again and Ellie screamed into the gag.
She was almost in full panic mode now. Here eyes still pleaded with me. That would change. I walked around behind her. Her head swiveled, trying to follow my movements, even though it was Sarah who had the whip. I slid a blindfold over her eyes and tightened that too. “Mmmph,” she protested into the gag. Sarah whipped her again, a bit lighter this time. Ellie now sported three red stripes across her olive skinned stomach.
“I’m going to fuck with you all day long,” I whispered in her ear. She jumped, not realizing I was so close. She was almost trembling now, but her pussy betrayed her. I ran a finger lightly across her sopping lips. She jumped again, and all but collapsed against the ropes. I slid a pair of ear muffs over her ears, muffling the world for her. The only sounds she would hear would be me talking into the accompanying mic.
I nodded to Sarah. She moved behind Ellie and whipper her again, this time on the ass. Ellie jumped forwards and swung slightly in the air.
“Are you scared?” I said into the mic. She nodded. “Are you turned on?” Hesitation, then another nod. “You’re in for a treat then.”
I motioned to Sarah. Silently, she dressed and left the apartment. It was just Ellie and I, but she had no idea. I picked up the whip and gave her a little love stripe. She jumped, but didn’t whimper.
“Do you like having your pussy on display?” I said, running my hand down her stomach, stopping just above it. She nodded once more. I set the whip down and grabbed the wand vibrator. Without warning, I turned it to high and pressed it against her crotch. It was too much. She screamed into the gag again, and orgasmed immediately.
For about forty seconds she screamed as the vibrator kept raising her pleasure. Finally, her orgasm died down, and the vibrations became torture. She went from thrusting against it to trying futilely to get away. I held it there for another minute while she continued to twitch and scream. Finally, I turned it off and moved it away, relieving her. She sagged, and panted through the gag.
“Aww, you came so quickly, what am I going to do to you now?”
I grabbed nipple clamps and put them on. She winced, but stayed silent. I tied a rope to the middle, and ran it across the room, pulling her breasts away from her body. I tightened it as far as she could follow, and just a little more. I slid an asshook in her, and tied the loop end off to her hair, pulling her head back and filling her uncomfortably.
I moved in behind her, wrapping my arm around her, running a hand down her stomach. She relaxed at my gentle touch, but that was soon over as my hand headed south, and I slid two fingers into her pussy. I curled them around and immediately found her g-spot. I started tickling it, hard. She started screaming again both at the pleasure, and the movement that made the hook and clamps all that more uncomfortable.
I put my thumb on her clit and assaulted both spots at once. She’d only just cum, but already her moans and screams, and the way she ground her pussy into my hand begged for more. Ellie was not the only one who’d learned extensively about her partner’s body. I flattened my hand with my fingers still in her so that it covered her clit and much of her lips and started rubbing in slow circles. Ellie’s hips gyrated with my moments, and squeals of pleasure came out each time I hit the bottom of my circle and rose again.
“Ready to cum again?”
She nodded. I quickened the pace, turning slow circles into a blur of hand movement. She wasn’t far away, and I knew it. I lightened my touch slightly to torture her, prolonging her agony. It worked…for mere minutes, as her pussy started its death grip on my hand. Her vaginal muscles tightened and her body was wracked with spasms. I counted one, two, three, four….five……….six………………seven orgasms before her screams slowed to a dull moan. Matching her tempo, I slowed my hand once more, bringing the circles to a halt. Her chest heaved, the ropes were the only thing holding her up now. I loosened the rope that bound her wrists to the ceiling, taking some of the pressure off her tired arms.
“Do you want to be fucked now?” As the words went from my mouth to Ellie’s ears, someone knocked on the door. Ellie stiffened immediately, and I knew she’d heard it. I removed the clamps, and asshook, taking the time to lift her headphones. “Someone’s here,” I whispered directly into her ear. “Should I let them in?”
Ellie shook her head, even though she knew what the answer was going to be. “Present your pussy so they can get a nice view. Her hips thrust out what little they could, and I deafened Ellie once more. I pressed the button on the walkie talkie so she could hear the door open. Her whole body shook as I let the visitor in. Ellie was both aroused and completely humiliated at the possibility of a stranger seeing her naked.
I let the button go and nodded to Sarah. “You can start setting things up.”
“Time to let you scream,” I told Ellie. I removed the ball gag. She breathed a sigh of relief, stretching her tired lips and jaw. I traced them lightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes Master,” she breathed, exhausted, but totally willing. “If you do a good job, I’ll let you swallow my cum again.” I undid the spreader bar, and stripped. Running both hands up Ellie’s firm legs to her ass, I grabbed her and pulled her close. “Oh God,” she moaned as I let the tip rest softly in between her lips. Slowly, tortuously, I entered her. Her mouth kept getting wider and wider until I thought for sure her jaw was going to fall off. I plunged my cock deep into her, and started slowly moving in and out.
Her lips stayed parted, but no sound came out. In spite of her stringent position, she still managed to gyrate her hips, causing waves of pleasure to wash over me. “Good god, you give 110%, I breathed into the mic. I love you.” She grinned and raised her intensity. I knew she must be raw, knew I was treading the fine line between pleasure and agony, but here she was, still trying her hardest to give me the fuck of a life time.
Still, I could tell all the action was taking its toll. I ripped off the headphones and grabbed her hips, guiding her in a slower ribbon.
“I’ll fuck you later Babe,” I told her. “Right now, let’s make love.” She grinned in spite of, or perhaps because of the vulgarity and cheesiness. I kissed her on the lips, sliding my tongue between them. Hers tangles with mine for a few seconds then pushed it out, taking the battle into my mouth.
“Mmf,” I moaned as something, perhaps the way she was strung up so nicely, perhaps the slow inexorable touch of her pussy, perhaps just the kiss took control of my body. I started to pull out to give her the facial she was longing for, but she shook her head. Grabbing her ass, I kept at it, nearly screaming in ecstasy as my orgasm made every effort to match hers in both length and intensity.
Rope after rope shot into her pussy, dribbling back down my dick and onto the floor. I was halfway done, I felt her pussy clench in a long, soft orgasm of her own, continuing my pleasure, and squeezing every last drop of cum out of me.
I was halfway soft by the time I finally slid out of her. Sarah was just finishing up.
I removed the blindfold and let Ellie survey the scene. Sarah stood, smiling, hands behind her back in a black thong with a white bowtie around her neck. The room was a menagerie of red candles, rose petals. The dress, the wedding dress was draped over a plain white mannequin. Night had fallen quickly over the hours we’d played, the candles now giving off the only light.
“But, but…” she trailed off.
“Before, it was an implication, a sign of what I see in our future, a sight you obviously share.” By the time her eyes wandered back to me, I was down on one knee. “Now the implication is gone, and reality is sinking in. It’s no longer an implication, no longer some impending fairy tale. It’s now a question. She was sobbing at this point. Sarah moved around, unnoticed by Ellie.
“It is now a question. Ellie…” the words themselves were easy, the order to put them in was difficult, “Marry me Ellie. Two months from today. Our Anniversary. I produced the ring. It was small by most people’s standards, but neither I nor Ellie were one for the garish or gaudy. It was two small ruby hearts with a diamond chain encircling and connecting them. The perfect ring for my bondage lover.”
At this signal, Sarah cut Ellie free. She fell into my arms, wrapping her around me, bawling into my shoulder. She pulled back and looked me in the eye and nodded. “Of course.”
We sat on the couch tire and exhausted to enjoy the Champagne I’d had Sarah bring. “You’ll be my maid of honor?” Ellie blurted. Sarah smiled and nodded. Ellie grinned evilly. “And you’ll wear that.”

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