Maregasm
A huge volume of liquid suddenly gushed from her vagina…
A huge volume of liquid suddenly gushed from her vagina…
The Awakening of a Zoo freak
we get paid once more for fun
I was a little unsure about writing this part, but I hope you enjoy it
Hello people this is a slow story. Please don’t read my other 2 stories they are BS. Hope you like it
My girlfriend is a slutty exhibitionist…
I just had an incredible Saturday night with my sexy girlfriend, Misty… We got blissfully drunken in the VIP lounge at my favorite club downtown and left around midnight. Misty and I needed to catch the bus home before the buses stopped running for the night. Plus, I was aching to get my dick inside of her to give her a pounding! She had been teasing me all evening with her dirty dance moves, grinding her ass into my crotch on the dance floor and rubbing my cock through my pants when we were sipping champagne and sitting in a velvet booth. We were both giddily drunk and boldly making out in the lounge, my fingers every once and awhile creeping up towards her inner thighs. When I grazed her smooth, hot pussy mound with my fingertips, my cock stiffened instantly as I realized she was wearing no panties.
Knowing she had no panties on under that tight black mini skirt drove me wild. Misty, being almost 20 years younger than me (I’m in my early 40’s), can be a lot to keep up with in many ways. Her breasts heaved out of a thin, low-cut silken sleeveless top with no bra, and I went so far to lick and kiss almost down to her nipples right there in the club while she giggled and tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder. I tweaked her hard nipples through the thin fabric, making her moan in my ear. My cock almost exploded out on the dance floor! We tried to go fuck in the bathroom but the line was way too long, and so I tried very hard not to jizz in my pants all damn evening.
I had to actually hold Misty up while we were waiting outside at the bus stop; she was feeling more than buzzed after a few shots of tequila at the bar. She stood in front of me, ass still grinding hard against my crotch as I helped her stay on her feet. When we boarded the bus I guided her to some empty seats all the way at the back, choosing seats that were facing away from the other riders. There weren’t many other passengers on the bus, and it was rather quiet. Two women who looked to be in their late 20’s were next to each other, chatting softly, dressed conservatively. A man around my age sat reading a newspaper, dressed in business attire. Another older man was dressed in a trench coat, silently staring out the window. There was also a couple up close behind the bus driver. Misty sat down drunkenly in my lap as the bus began moving.
All of the normal bumps in the road were heightened by the intense pleasure of my sexy young girlfriend sitting on my lap. Every pothole made my cock press harder against her ass crack. I slid my hands up her blouse and began fondling her perfect C-cup breasts as she deliberately grinded her ass into my crotch. My hands firmly grasped her full breasts, squeezing them hard as I nibbled and kissed her neck. She gasped when my fingers began tweaking and playing with her nipples. I had to stifle a moan into her neck when she reached down and gave my throbbing package a squeeze.
The bus slowed to a stop to pick up another passenger, another older man in business attire. My hands held firmly to Misty’s hips as the bus lurched forward after the new passenger settled, making me moan out loud that time as my cock rubbed hard against her. I tried covering up my moan by coughing, which made Misty giggle. She then pulled her skirt up so that her bare pussy and ass were on my crotch. My cock was so erect now that it was beginning to hurt. She bent over, hands reaching to the floor, raising her ass so that her little puckered asshole and bald pussy lips were in my face. There was an obvious wet spot on the front of my trousers– it was from her wet pussy sitting on me. I licked my lips at the sight of her engorged lips and inhaled her sex.
The slick cunt waving in my face looked so delicious, I had to taste it. With alcohol giving me my courage, I bent my head down and buried my nose in her ass and dove my tongue into her pussyhole from behind. Eagerly, I lapped up her salty pussy juices and ran my tongue up and down her slit and asshole. I began using my fingers to play with her clit and she tried to stifle a little moan. Her tits were bouncing while she was bent over as the bus rode along. I reached my other hand up to grab and twist her rock hard nipples and her pussy writhed in my mouth.
I stopped eating her succulent cunt and she sat up while the bus slowed to pick up another rider and let one of the businessmen off. The new rider was an older gentleman, maybe around 60 years old or so, who sat near the middle of the bus. Misty started straddling my lap, pressing hard against me and bouncing up and down after the bus began moving again. Again, I reached under her shirt and felt her marvelous tits in my hands. My cock was aching to be free, so I proceeded to discreetly pull my zipper down as Misty hopped off my lap to sit down next to me. She reached in and stroked my cock through my boxers and I groaned. I glanced behind us; none of the other riders seemed to be paying us any attention. Misty bent her head down, pulling my cock out of my boxers with her hands. Once my cock was out, she licked and sucked the head of my dick. I began breathing hard and sweating and had to unbutton a few of my shirt buttons…
Misty continued to suck me while reaching into my boxers and caressing my balls. I threw my head back in ecstasy as my young, slutty girlfriend swallowed my prick on a public bus. The bumps in the road made Misty occasionally choke and sputter on my cock when she attempted to deep throat me. I pulled her off of my cock, not wanting to cum in her mouth. It was her pussy I wanted to explode inside of, and very badly!
She was well aware that I wanted her cunt, and she proceeded to straddle me while hiking her skirt up. My throbbing cock head touched her hot pussy lips and I shuddered. I groaned as her pussy swallowed my shaft and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. She began bouncing up and down on my lap, each bump in the road driving my 7” cock harder into her womb. My hands clutched her firm, bare ass as I held her close to me. She was sweating now and breathing heavily, and to my shock she began smiling and waving at some of the passengers who had noticed us fucking around. I turned my head to look at the other riders and saw the two women staring at us and whispering to each other.
A couple of the male riders were also staring intently in our direction as Misty bounced harder on my cock. My hands held firmly to her ass, forcing my meat hard up inside her. We were drunk and now totally fucking in public. Her hot, wet pussy felt so good around my shaft that I was now willing to risk incarceration to cum inside of it while riding on the bus. I had never had such public sex, but Misty told me of a few past public encounters she had on highway overpasses, planes, trains, boats, and stadium bleachers, to name a few, so I knew she got off on exhibitionism.
I was astonished when Misty waved to one of the male riders and signaled for him to come over to where we were fucking around on the back of the bus. The bespectacled man, obviously surprised, was sporting an enormous bulge in his khaki pants. After a few moments, he tentatively walked to the back of the bus and sat across from us. Misty got off my cock and turned around to face the guy with her ass in my face. I raised my fingers and pushed them into her cuntlips, finger fucking her pussyhole as she greeted the stranger.
Unzipping the guy’s pants, she sat back down on my cock while facing away from me and started bouncing up and down on my prick again. While I fucked her, she pulled the other man’s cock out and proceeded to suck it while he moaned. I thrust into her for several moments while she sucked the guy’s prick. Then, just as the stranger was about to cum, she pulled her mouth off his cock and aimed his spewing dick at the bus seats all around us, his thick ropes of jizz spraying on the floor and handrails as well as all over the seats while he gasped.
He put his dick away while mine was still inside my sexy, young girlfriend. Then, grinning broadly, he patted Misty on the head and walked back to his seat before getting off at his stop shortly thereafter. Misty then pointed to one of the women sitting on the bus, and waved her over to us. The two women had been staring at us for awhile now, giggling and whispering amongst themselves while watching us fuck around. The woman Misty pointed at came over, and Misty sat still on my lap.
“Do you wanna suck my boyfriend’s cock?” Misty asked the woman, who gasped. “Aw, come on, it tastes great! Watch, I’ll try it myself…” Misty hopped off my cock and bent down to suck her juices off of it while looking up into the stranger’s eyes with a heated gaze. “I bet he’d love it if you sucked on it, too,” Misty said sweetly, withdrawing my cock from her mouth and offering it up to this unknown woman. My heart was beating fast with all the sexual excitement. I was amazed when the woman, a brunette in her 20’s looking very sensibly dressed, bent down and sucked my cockhead gingerly. Misty smiled. The woman began sucking more of my cock into her mouth, cupping my balls. She soon swallowed my entire prick down to the base, her nose reaching my pubic hair as I groaned. Then she came up for air, her hand tightly on my shaft, jerking my cock and then tonguing my cockhead.
The woman stopped as abruptly as she started and then went back to her seat, looking somewhat bewildered. I was stunned when her redheaded friend then got up from her seat and walked over to us. This new stranger lifted Misty’s blouse and began sucking and biting her hard nipples, making Misty moan. They French kissed and made out for awhile as Misty sat back down on my cock, facing away from me. The stranger bent down and started licking Misty’s clit while Misty was writhing on my cock. Misty was breathing hard and moaning louder, and I grabbed her tits in both hands while plunging into her again and again. I noticed then that we were stopped at a traffic light and I could see cars below. I couldn’t see into the cars, but figured they could see into the dimly lit bus to observe me fucking my girlfriend’s cunt while a stranger ate her clit. They could at least see Misty bouncing up and down on me, I was sure. Then I saw a window roll down in one of the cars and an arm reached out, giving an enthusiastic thumb’s up, and a man’s face showed out the window with a huge grin.
Misty moaned out that she was cumming as I jammed my cock into her as hard as I could and the strange redhead nibbled her clit. Her screams were heard loud and clear throughout the entire bus. I looked behind me and saw a male passenger with his cock out, wanking his dick to the scene of brazen public sex. After Misty’s orgasm subsided, the female stranger walked back over to her seat and I continued to pound Misty’s cunt (alcohol often prolongs my orgasm). The male rider who had been jerking off walked over to us while Misty was sitting on my cock, my hands up her shirt and squeezing her tits hard. Without a word the man jerked his cock off into Misty’s face and chest, globs of cum dripping down her cheeks, into her open mouth, all over the front of her low-cut blouse. She didn’t seem to care. He walked back to his seat and got his newspaper back out as if nothing had happened.
The women and another rider got off at the next stop, leaving a couple men and the man and woman that were sitting close to the bus driver. The man and woman up front got off shortly thereafter, and it looked like the other two male riders were getting off on the last stop like Misty and me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that both the remaining male riders were watching us.
Meanwhile I was still fucking Misty from behind with all my might, her breasts slapping against her chest with each of my thrusts. She got up off of my cock and turned around so she was facing me, taking her top off to expose her perfect tits. I buried my face in her titties, sucking her nipples while she moaned loudly. My ass had been hurting from the hard bus seat, so I got to my feet and started fucking Misty while we were both standing. The men were watching us intently, erections raging in their pants. Her bare tits swing wildly while I pounded into her, my pants and boxers now at my ankles. I loved the feeling of my balls slapping into her sweaty ass with a loud smacking sound. One of the male passengers now had his dick out and was groaning as he jerked off to us. Sweat was dripping off of me in the air conditioned bus, my shirt now completely unbuttoned.
I felt like finally I was going to cum soon when I noticed the bus slowing to a stop. We hadn’t reached our bus stop yet though, and we weren’t at a traffic light. It seemed the bus driver had pulled over on the side of the road. I started slowing my pace fucking Misty as the bus became still.
Just then, while Misty was bent over with my cock in her twat and one of her long legs up on a seat, the bus driver began storming down the aisle towards us, walking swiftly past the aroused male riders. He was big, black, and surly, with an angry look in his eye. I knew I was close to my orgasm though, and even though the mean looking bus driver was a few feet away, I thrust my cock inside Misty’s cunt hard one more time and erupted my sperm deep inside her while she moaned loudly. I stayed still inside Misty’s pussy while the bus driver began yelling.
“What the fuck do you two think you’re doing on my goddamn bus? You think I don’t know what you been doing the whole fucking ride? You people got a lotta nerve, I tell you! I can’t believe you’d fuck this little slut right here in public for all my passengers and all the people out on the streets to see!” he screamed
“Sorry sir…” Misty began to say.
“Shut the fuck up, nasty slut!” he bellowed. “Getting your nasty pussy fucked here on my bus! Your goddamn cunt juices dripping all over our city’s public transportation! You should be ashamed, but I’m sure you’re too much of a fucking slut to have any shame! Getting your fucking whore-hole filled on my bus…” he was muttering to himself and unbuttoning his pants. He was blocking our path off the bus as he stood menacingly in front of us.
“Wha-what are you doing?” said Misty, timidly, as the bus driver pulled out his long 9” cock. It was thick and veiny, with a huge bulbous cock head. Misty gasped when she saw it. I held tight to her, my prick having subsided and fallen out of her cunt.
“Bitch, I won’t have you arrested but I’m not letting you get away that easy. Suck it.” He forced his meat in Misty’s face and grabbed her blond hair, guiding her lips to his massive erection. The bus driver proceeded to roughly face-fuck my girlfriend. I could see the two male passengers still watching us, one of them having come a few seats closer to get a better view.
Misty choked on the big, black meat, tears welling up in her eyes. The bus driver was forcing his cock down into her throat with reckless abandon while I just watched. To be honest, I was happy if we could get away with the public sex by Misty just giving the driver a blowjob or other sexual favors. Her mouth was stuffed with his meat; her hands looked so tiny on his thick shaft. She was still topless, bent over wearing only her heels and mini skirt. The bus driver roughly fingered her pussy, exclaiming:
“Damn, bitch, you got cum all up in your cunt, dripping down your thighs, dried up on your face and chest… What a slut!” His thick fingers prodded Misty’s asshole and she tried to wiggle her ass away from him, making him laugh. “Alright, good, no one’s fucked your ass yet tonight. Your ass is mine,” and with that he roared with laughter while Misty gasped. She was not into anal at all– she never even let me fuck her up the ass!
The bus driver then pushed Misty to the floor, right in the aisle facing the male passengers. He got behind her, his huge meat in hand, and raised it to her tiny asshole. Spitting on her ass crack, he forced a little bit of his saliva into her asshole with his finger as Misty began crying. He replaced his finger with the head of his dick and began stuffing himself into her asshole, inch by throbbing hard inch. By the time he was halfway inside her asshole, she was sobbing as he held her down to get his meat in her. Then he jammed his cock deeper with another hard thrust, pushing her body further along the dirty aisle floor.
He was almost completely inside her when he pulled out to the tip of his cock and then paused. Misty was whimpering on the floor. Suddenly, he slammed his cock back inside her asshole, making her scream loudly. I tried to pull him off of my girlfriend, seeing that she was getting hurt, when he turned slightly and punched me hard in the face. The force of his hit sent me reeling backwards hard into some cum-splattered seats. The driver just laughed and continued fucking my girlfriend.
His immense balls were loudly slapping Misty’s ass, and he was reaching down and squeezing her tits hard. She cried at his rough touch. I sat weakly, stunned from his punch, as his huge cock plunged in and out of Misty’s poor orifice. Her asshole was stretched lewdly around his throbbing member. She did not appear to be enjoying the anal sex at all. After several more minutes fucking Misty’s ass with a rapid pace, he groaned and pulled his cock out. Rather than cumming in her asshole, he pulled her upper body off the floor by grabbing her sweaty blond hair from behind, and then he unloaded his sperm right there on the aisle floor in front of Misty’s face. Then, as his cum puddle shined on the floor in the dim bus lighting, he pushed her face down into it. He made sure she was covered from forehead to chin with globs of his cum before he picked her up and stood her on her feet. She looked up at me helplessly as the bus driver then effortlessly picked up her near naked body and carried her over to one of the male riders who had been jerking his cock at the entire debauched sex show.
The bus driver made Misty straddle the strange man’s cock and ride it. I watched as the stranger’s prick sunk into Misty’s cunthole; she moaned weakly while grinding on his dick. She rode the man’s cock for a few minutes when the bus driver summoned the other male rider over. The bus driver instructed the second passenger to fuck Misty’s asshole while the other man’s cock was still in her pussy. It was to be her first double penetration– she looked terrified. And sticky as hell with cum all over her body!
She squealed when she felt the stranger’s prick head pry her asshole open. His cock looked to be about my size, around 7” or so, and very thick. The man in Misty’s pussy stayed still so the other rider could get his cock in Misty’s ass. She was screaming while the rider stuffed his fat meat in her asshole. Once he was balls deep in her ass, the two men began rhythmically fucking in and out of Misty’s holes. The look of terror on her face was gradually replaced with a look of pleasure. She soon began moaning while the strangers filled her holes with their meat. After several minutes of intense double fucking, Misty yelled out that she was going to cum. Her entire body shook in between the men as a powerful wave of orgasm crashed over her. The bus driver was laughing as her orgasm subsided.
“Ah, I see you like that, slut!” said the bus driver. “I should have known you’d enjoy getting both your holes stuffed at once. Filthy!” And with that the bus driver zipped his pants up and walked back up to the front of the bus to take us to our stop.
The men fucking Misty’s holes lasted a few more minutes, spewing their sperm into her womb and guts right before the bus slowed down to drop us off at our stop. Once they were done grunting and unleashing their seed inside my girlfriend they hurriedly zipped up their pants to get off the bus and scramble off down the road, erections still subsiding. Misty quickly put her cum-stained silk blouse back on and pulled her mini skirt down as far as she could. Cum could still be seen dripping down the inside and back of her thighs. She was dirty from head to toe from being on the bus floor and from being used up like a whore.
We took a long, hot shower together when we got home. I helped her clean her sore holes and feet and back. She was tired, but also satiated. Seeing her get fucked so aggressively tonight had made me worried, but she confessed that she had enjoyed it, for the most part. She said she wished the bus driver’s cock was smaller so her ass didn’t get so sore. And she said she wouldn’t mind trying another double penetration again sometime, either. Perhaps what made my cock start stirring to life again was when she told me how turned on she was knowing people in passing cars could see us fucking. My cock was rock hard when she said she already wanted to fuck me again in front of an audience.
After our shower I fucked her on the bed with the lights on and the curtains wide open for everyone in our apartment complex to see, an open fucking invitation. Oh, how I love Misty’s sexy cock-hungry pussy!
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Starting to get into the sex. Lots more to come after this. Please let me know what you think. I appreciate the feedback whether it’s positive or negative.Part 3
Once I’d decided that I was going to get revenge on Mindy it felt as if a weight had been taken off my chest. I was going to find a way to release the rage and pain. I started going through my options for how to get back at Mindy.
The first thing that occurred to me was to physically overpower her. There was a unbelievable appeal to this; I was surprised how appealing the idea of controlling her was to me, but I was more than willing willing to work with it. Despite the initial appeal of the idea, the more I thought about it the more it seemed like it was iffy at best.
I had no desire to get into a war with Mindy where I would use my size and strength but she would use handcuffs or whatever else whenever I was sleeping. No, I needed to have something to hold over her head, I needed to find a way to make it so that should couldn’t retaliate.
Some sort of blackmail was the obvious solution, but I knew Mindy well enough to know her general actions on a day to day basis and I was fairly sure that she didn’t get up to anything worth blackmailing over. Besides, even if she was doing something, she was technically a single widow so how bad would it be? I doubted the repercussions would affect her even if I could dig something up.
I thought about financials too and while it was possible she was stealing money or something else that was wrong, it seemed incredibly unlikely. Mindy had cards with no limit and in her current life could do anything she wanted, she had no reason to steal anything. I also knew that she could just walk away if need be. My dad had made sure that Mindy would get enough money that she wouldn’t be strapped for cash for a long time, if ever, even if she left our lives completely.
I needed leverage that was undeniably wrong and associated with her as a person so she couldn’t just leave if the shit hit the fan. I figured the only thing like that would be a criminal record. It occurred to me that molestation was a criminal charge so what she was doing to ME was illegal… I was fairly sure that the age of consent in my state was 16 but there was no consenting in any of the things that Mindy had done to me. I needed to capture her in the act of abusing me.
I didn’t know yet how I wanted to go about catching Mindy in the act, but by my math I had some time to figure it out. My aunt and uncle would be home the following afternoon. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning so I’d just stay out overnight. I could crash at a hotel. So long as I was home before my aunt and uncle arrived I doubted that Mindy would make an issue out of it. That meant that if I could dodge tomorrow morning I would have two and a half weeks until my aunt and uncle were out of town again, leaving me alone with Mindy.
They were going to Japan or China or something for that trip and would be gone for two and a half weeks so I knew that I needed to have my plan figured by then or those two weeks would be a living hell for me.
I wasn’t sure where to begin looking for assistance on how to catch her but I knew someone who might know how to get me what I needed. I called my dad’s lawyer. I didn’t know Francis extremely well, but I knew him pretty well all things considered. He’d been at my birthday parties before and I know that my dad had considered him to be nearly family. Going to Francis to ask to put me in touch with someone who knew about covert surveillance would probably be an awkward conversation, but a 16 year old kid is probably a weird enough client that he’d just shrug it off to me being a teen boy. I was worried that maybe he’d tell my uncle, or, even worse, Mindy, but it was a risk I was willing to take so called him and to hell with the consequences.
His assistant answered after only a single ring. I asked her to put me through to him.
“Jason! This is an unexpected call. Before we get to what you’re calling about I want you to know that you don’t need to call my office. Let me give you my personal phone number, it’ll go right through unless I’m in a meeting or already on a call.”
He sounded genuinely happy to hear from me which emboldened me to get down to business.
“I’ll make sure to do so in the future. Francis, I have a couple of questions for you that are not in and of themselves wrong, but before I ask I need to know if our conversations will be passed on to anyone else.”
He paused for a few seconds as if to gather his thoughts before replying, “Jason, your relationship with your lawyer is one of the few relationships where you can tell me literally anything and be confident that I won’t say a word to another soul. After your father’s passing I’ve considered myself to be your lawyer. My invoices are paid by your accounts and any of our conversations, no matter the content, will remain between you and I without another soul knowing. Not your uncle. Not your aunt. Not your step mom. I really mean that. I hope that we have years left to work together, and I hope that we can be friends, but know that regardless of that nothing you tell me will ever be passed on to another soul.”
I didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, but I wanted to. “Well I’m very glad to hear that. I don’t think that I have any business secrets that can’t get out and I have no mistresses to hide from my wife, but I’m glad to know that when my life is at its worst I’ll have one place I can surely go.
“I have two questions to put to you. The first question is when are you free to grab a lunch. I’ve been out of touch with what’s happening and I’d really appreciate if you could take a few hours to explain to me where my business stands, how my finances are, and anything else you might think is pertinent for me to know. Second, I’d really appreciate if you could put me in contact with a PI who specializes in covertly, and remotely capturing evidence.”
“As to the first, I’m sure that we can make that happen as soon as this Friday, but I’ll have my assistant give you a call when we finish and she can give you more definite dates. I’ll make sure she knows it’s a priority to find a time that is convenient for you. As to the second, a few names are coming to mind but I’ll ask around to make sure I find the best. Are you looking to hire their services or just get a consult? If you’re looking to hire we can handle that for you,” Francis replied.
“I think that right now I’m only looking to get a consult but if I need to hire them for anything I’ll be sure to let you know,” I said.
We said our goodbyes then he put me on with his assistant to find a good date to get some lunch and learn about everything that was mine in this world (while I wanted to learn this I had other things on my mind so I pushed it out a few weeks). Not fifteen minutes after hanging up with his assistant I got a text message from Francis with the contact information for a PI.
I got a lot of good advice from the PI on how to monitor a room without anyone in it knowing that they were being watched and/or listened to. I was tempted to hire them to do the install but was afraid that my uncle would find out and ask hard to answer questions. Instead I just got them to order me what I needed.
After just a few hours I already had a plan mostly formulated and all that was left was to prepare it and then put it into action. I knew that everything had to be just perfect. I alternated between shaking with excitement at the prospect of succeeding in what I was planning and shivering with fear of failing or being found out.
I’d stayed out the night before my aunt and uncle got home. Mindy didn’t comment when I got home but she did give me a lascivious wink and a little shake of her ass. The first two parts of my plan were taking place simultaneously. The first was to begin preparations to catch Mindy. The second was to “allow” myself to be teased, but steadfastly ignore her. I needed her to be dying to push things even farther to get my attention.
Two weeks flew by. Summer always passes fast but this summer in particular seemed to skip June entirely and leap straight into July. After two weeks of close proximity to Mindy but not once slipping up and giving her the satisfaction of seeing me give in my lust I knew that she was again getting to a point of pushing the envelope. She started taking to wearing nothing but cut off shorts and a bikini top whenever my aunt and uncle weren’t around to witness it.
Her teasing started to pick up even when other people were present. I was watching a premiere league game with my uncle on afternoon (typical Yankee, I was a ManU fan and would often watch their games during the summer when hockey and football weren’t available), lying on the couch with my head on the armrest. My uncle was in a recliner at the end of the couch, on the end with my feet.
Mindy came into the room and made a little joke about boys and their sports (which was ironic because she was a die-hard Bears fan) then put her hands on my shoulders. I forced myself to not tense up at the unwelcome contact. My uncle joked back with her then went back to watching the game. As soon as his eyes left us she leaned down to rest her breasts against the top of my head then whisper into my ear, “Only a few more days then it’s just again sugar. You can’t stay out all the nights, eventually you’ll be mine.” She gave my ear a quick nibble and a kiss before straightening and walking out of the room.
I pretended to ignore her but in reality I was thinking to myself that she had quite the surprise in store for her if she thought that *I* was going to be *hers*.
After having two weeks fly by the last few days went at a crawl. I’d made all my preparations. I’d done more research over those two weeks than I’d done in the rest of my life combined. Now all I had to do was wait and examine and re-examine my plan looking for flaws.
The biggest weakness of my plan was that I needed her to *do* something before I had anything on her. There was generic teasing that she always did, but that was only inappropriate, not illegal. That meant that I’d need to suffer through another episode of her torturing me before I had anything on her. Every time I considered that my stomach would flip flop inside of me and I’d break out in cold sweats. I’d tell myself that it was only once more, but I was afraid that once more would be once more too many.
The day finally came when my aunt and uncle were leaving. They left early in the morning. Their driver was waiting to take them to the airport and Mindy and I were at the doors saying our goodbyes. As soon as the car was driving away Mindy took a step to get next to me, pressing her breasts against my arm and clutching me to her. She had her face pressed against my chest and she said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper, “I’ve been waiting for this. You’re all mine for two weeks. I’m so very excited.”
I was staring down at the top of her head, daggers shooting out of my eyes, but I didn’t say a word to her. I knew this last day of waiting would kill me so instead of staying in the house I thought it’d be a good idea to head over to the Park and see if Keith, Larry and Tony were there. Sure enough, they were along with some other guys, playing pickup football.
I passed the day with them, although I don’t know that they were grateful for me to be on their team. To say I was distracted would be a huge understatement. I got home in the early evening and went straight to my room. I doubted I’d sleep anytime soon but sitting in my room would still be better than facing Mindy. I was scared to death of what I was about to put myself through, but excited at the prospect of maybe being only a day away from breaking out of the bondage she had put me in.
I hadn’t seen Mindy when I got home and she didn’t come into my room that evening. I must have checked to make sure everything was in place and in working order over a dozen times. I don’t know how I finally managed to get to sleep but I did. The last time I checked the clock there was a 4:30am staring right back at me.
Part of me had been nervous that she wouldn’t do anything to me the next morning (imagine that, nervous that she *wouldn’t* do something…) and that I’d have another day of anxiety. Those fears were unfounded. I jerked awake to feeling a pressure on top of me. Mindy had me handcuffed again, spread eagle on the bed. My waking conscious’ first thought, oddly enough, was to wonder how she’d managed to cuff me two different times without waking me.
Mindy was lying on directly on top of me, snuggling against my chest. She must have felt me wake up because she looked up at me with a cheshire cat grin on her face. She met my eyes and I felt simultaneously nervous and aroused. To my shame I could feel myself harden just meeting her eyes and seeing the passion there. I could also feel my heart skip a beat seeing that there was no mercy in those eyes.
She sat up so that she was sitting on my stomach reaching up to my head with her right hand and holding my head in place so that I couldn’t look away. She then bent down and kissed my left nipple, sucking it into her mouth and giving it a light bite. She kissed her way up my chest, up my the left side of my next until she was at my ear then she gave my ear the lightest of licks, almost as if her breath were somehow the thing actually giving the lick.
“I thought that maybe you would try to hide from me, I thought I’d have to wait a few days until you were brave enough to come back to my waiting arms, but here you are. I had no idea you would be so excited to see me again. We are going to have so much funnnnn,” she breathed into my ear. Her voice had grown in passion until the last words were almost a hiss.
Then she pressed her mouth against mine. I know it was technically a kiss but it felt more like a declaration of both passion and desperation. She kept kissing me but reached down with her left hand, grabbing hold of my hardness and squeezing it in her hand. She would pull her head away from kissing me just long enough to say a word or two so that her sentence came out in broken up gasps, “I can…feel…how hard…you are…waiting…for me…to ravish…youuuuu.”
Her hips had begun to grind against my abs. Her eyes had closed but mine hadn’t. I was mesmerized watching the passion in front of me. This was so different from the other times that it hadn’t sunk in yet that I was a still a victim. That thought crossed my mind, and, as if reading my thoughts, she abruptly stopped kissing me.
She sat straight up again and I noticed for the first time that she was completely nude. I forced myself not to drink in the sight of her but I would be lying to say that it wasn’t difficult to tear my eyes away. The problem with Mindy had certainly never been her beauty. She saw my attraction and it seemed as if that gave her energy, she drank in my brief appreciation, almost purring her approval of my looks.
She had never let go of my cock and been squeezing and pulling on it the whole time she’d been kissing me. She stopped now but only to slide herself down my body. She placed herself between my legs then looked me in the eyes. She no longer needed to hold my head to force me to watch, I couldn’t look away from her eyes and she dropped her head and put me into her mouth. She slowly sucked me into her mouth then I felt the scraping of her teeth against me as she pulled back off. It wasn’t very painful but it was a reminder that from here out this was likely not going to be a pleasant experience.
I was more worked up than I had realized because in only a few minutes I was already on the edge of an orgasm. She stopped her attentions to me, sitting back up. Instead of a painful squeeze to my balls this time she reached down to my feet and pinched the webbing between my big toe and the other toes on my right foot. It was certainly painful but distant enough from my cock that it didn’t do as much to reduce the orgasm.
That wasn’t the only way her “routine” had changed. She sat up on her knees looking down at me while I took deep breaths trying to calm my beating heart. For once she wasn’t looking me in the eyes but instead was looking at me as a whole. It wasn’t until later that I realized she was looking at me the same I had looked at her when I noticed her nudity.
I watched her hands which were pressed firmly against her rib cage just below her breasts. She ran her hands down pressing her palms against her sides, pushing them down to her hips then she slowly pushed her right hand to her groin. She moaned loudly when her finger made contact with her clit and as if someone had flipped a switch she immediately began to work on her clit in a frenzy. I’d never seen something so animalistic, something so sensual, and it turned me on to an almost painful extent watching her. In a way it was just as painful to watch and not be able to do anything as it had been when she was touching me.
She did that for a minute or an hour, I couldn’t tell how long it lasted but I also couldn’t stop watching. She stopped as suddenly as she had started immediately diving back down to bring me right back to the brink of orgasm. When I was almost there she lifted her knee up, kneeing me somewhat gently in the balls. Taking a knee somewhat gently to the balls still hurts like hell. She went back to rubbing herself, but this time not with the same frenzy.
She repeated this process multiple times but after the fifth or sixth time I could hear her quietly moaning to herself, “can’t cum, need to cum, can’t do it, need to cum.” It certainly looked to me like she was extremely close to cumming but maybe my perception was distorted by my own world enveloping need for release.
After the seventh or eighth time of her working on herself something in her snapped. She stopped rubbing herself and looked down at me. “You are going to make me CUM,” she said to me with something akin to anger in her voice.
She worked her way forward on her knees and I realized what she was planning. In a few more moments she was going to drop her hips and I would be buried in her. I was a virgin and maybe it shouldn’t have mattered after all the time she had spent blowing me, but the thought of losing my virginity this way was more distressing than anything else she had done to me. I had, of course, fantasized about losing my virginity. I had even fantasized about losing it to her some of the times she had me more worked up. Losing it this way was a nightmare, not a fantasy. I hadn’t realized how important it was to me until I was faced with the moment.
I started yanking against my restraints while shouting at her, “No! No! Please, PLEASE Mindy not that. Please don’t do that. PLEASE. It’s my first time Mindy, please!” Tears were forming in my eyes but my body wasn’t of the same opinion as my mind. My cock was as hard as ever and in a few more moments that would be the only happy part of me.
She paused when she heard that I was still a virgin. She looked at me and for a second I thought she was going to say something, for a moment I even thought that she would stop. Instead she grinned at me, I could see her face saying that she was relishing taking away my virginity.
She dropped herself onto me. She was incredibly wet. I slid all the way into her immediately. We both screamed. My voice was a mix of anguish and pleasure. Her voice was pure pleasure. She lifted her hips once and dropped them again then screamed that she was cumming. She repeated it over and over as if it were a miracle.
She lost herself to the orgasm, her hips started fucking against me, alternating between grinding and short thrusts. While her body shuddered with pleasure my own orgasm, withheld for so long, was on the verge of release. My entire body was tense, the cuffs on my wrists and ankles were cutting into my skin I was pulling so hard on them.
When my orgasm hit me I let out a wordless scream. It was one of the best orgasms, if not *the* best orgasm, of my life but there was no joy in it. I was screaming but not with pleasure. I’d just been raped and my own body didn’t have the decency to not enjoy it.
Mindy had no such qualms. As soon as my cum started spurting into her she started saying with wonder in her voice, “again, I’m cumming again.”
I can’t have been cumming very long but it felt like minutes on end. When my orgasm finally stopped my entire body collapsed, exhausted. Mindy was right behind me, falling flat onto my chest, my deflating cock still held within her pussy. We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us still breathing heavily until she sat up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“I’ve needed that for a long, long time Jason. Thank you for being so accommodating. You’re just so sweet to me! Enjoy the rest of your day, I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” she said.
With that she set the cuffs to release in a few minutes, gave me a wink, and walked out of the room. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling until well after the cuffs had unlocked. I’d known what was going to happen this morning, or, at least, I thought I had. I’d willingly put myself into this situation. Was it my fault that it had ended the way it did? I wasn’t sure. Certainly my greed had facilitated things going the way that they had.
Eventually I got out of bed. I pulled on a pair of boxers then walked over to my computer. In my room I had four microphones and six fiber-optic cameras set up. Everything that had happened this morning was recorded. I had full audio and color recordings from all different angles. There would be no doubting on the film that this had not been a consensual act.
I still didn’t know if the price had been worth the goods, that was yet to be determined, but I’d done it. I knew had something I could use against Mindy. I already had backups of the files stored on multiple dedicated servers (I’d told myself this was ridiculous and unnecessary, but after what had happened today was glad there was almost no chance of losing this because there was no way I’d be able to do it again) and all that was left was proper editing.
I went about creating a video clip demonstrating just how incriminating the video I had was. I had a full day to work on it so I took my time, reviewing all the angles to make sure I always had the best one, the one that most clearly showed the rape. When I was done I was sure that it was good enough. I had my weapon. All that was left was to spring my trap. I was giddy with anticipation. I hadn’t actually done anything yet but it already felt as if she were mine.
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My co-worked tells me about a slut that he is fucking and it turns out to be my wife.
I never realized how much fun I could have shaving pussies.
Sometimes, there’s just that one sexual experience or group of experiences that you can recall, over and over again. Enjoy one of mine, if you will. I hope the ladies who read it also enjoy.
This takes place a few weeks after the 6th year at Hogwarts ended
Lyn is dissatisfied by sex with her boyfriend
The story continues with a new threat.
YBWL-3
Hello! This is a story about young boys doing things that young boys probably ought to not do to each other. If you have no desire to read such a story, then please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the very strange contents of my imagination. As you have figured out by now, I have very strange fetishes. The only way I can relieve them is through these stories. Let me know what you think in the comments- my account is periodically deleted for whatever reason and I enjoy hearing from those who enjoy my strange work. Please, enjoy!
Chris stirred the food around his tray absent-mindedly as he glanced at his soon-to-be opponent across the cafeteria. He was a little worried about their match on Saturday, and he typically handled the stress of his matches well. And Chris had quite the stressful life.
Chris had really been a member of the YBWL since before he could even join at the age of ten, helping his friend Luke train. Chris had always had dormant feelings for Luke, and like any reasonable teenage boy he kept them that way. As homoerotic as the YBWL was, there really weren’t that many gay guys in it. Homosexuality was mocked just as it would be in the football locker room or classroom. Chris had hoped in the beggining of their relationship that their “practice sessions” were really just excuses to take each other’s clothes off and jerk each other off. By this point it had become clear, however, that Luke was into it for the dominance rather than the eroticism. Still, Chris was pleased that he could enjoy the contours of his otherwise straight friend while on the wrestling mat. They were practically best friends, and that was good enough for Chris.
His other good friend Josh currently had his interest anyway. Josh sat to his right, sharing a conversation with the majority of the table as usual. Josh was a star athlete on the track team, and quite the looker. He thought that Josh just might be gay…..
Since their joint initation Luke had risen to the top ranks, currently holding the YBWL’s best win/loss ratio. The two still regularly sparred together. Luke, sitting to his left now, patted him reassuredly. Luke had only lost twice in his long YBWL career-once to Chris, in one very long and spectacular match. His other loss…. well thats a story for another time.
“Chris, I can tell you’re nervous about this match. And you can trust me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about.”
He paused to take a massive bite out of his apple. Luke usually only ate the apple off of his lunch tray, which he frequently complained about the contents of. As he should. The boy’s school served awful food.
“He’s friends with that punk-ass Jake kid I demolished in front of everybody earlier this year. With a sparring partner like that, he ought to be no problem at all.”
Josh joined in the conversation. “Thats easy for you to say! You demolish practically everybody that crosses your path!”
He turned his chair so that he could look Chris directly into his beautiful green eyes. Chris was a low-ranking member of the school’s ROTC group, and currently donned the military-esque apparel. His most attractive feature were his ears, which were quite large and stuck directly outwards. They looked cute on the small boy and accuented his facial features. His military cap rested atop his military haircut at all times while wearing his uniform, in fear of punishment via pushups. His skin was perfectly tanned, which looked great in contrast to the white skin of Luke and Josh. Josh had seen what Chris looked like underneath that uniform, in his incredibly hot match with Luke. And he liked it alot.
“You can’t take advice on matchups from Luke-nobody can touch him except you thanks to ya’lls matchup experience. He’s on a whole other level. This kid Alex’s friend Jake might be weak, but I’ve heard that Alex is actually pretty good. What I want to know is why you’ve agreed to a match at his house.”
Chris finally spoke. “I know you guys are into these public matches, but I’m not. I’m tired of ’em. I’m just not into the whole public domination thing. That, and I can’t use my house for a match this weekend.” He resumed stirring his food around. The truth was that he preferred to take advantage of his opponent in ways that might…. disturb some people of a younger audience. He didn’t need his high school knowing that he had strange fetishes, he was only a freshman.
This upset Josh, who wanted to see more of Chris. He quickly spoke again. “Then at least let me go with you! I’ll wait outside or somethin’. Look, normally you would be talking shit and being your usual cocky self, so something is obviously up with you. I just don’t want you to lose just because he cheated to get the upper hand.”
Luke laughed. “You’re just saying that because you lost to that weird kid….what’s his name?….Tyler! If you had been on guard he wouldn’t have got the drop on you! Besides, you had that coming. You constantly torment that kid. Next time you fuck with somebody, you better make sure they aren’t a member of the YBWL.” He concluded this sentence by smugly sipping on his drink and looking towards Chris. “Alex is a straight-edge loser. You got nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to be seeing pictures of you covered in jizz next Monday like Ol’ Josh here.”
But Alex would turn out to be a bit of a challenge, as anticipated by Chris. For one thing he was almost a good foot taller than five foot-two Chris. He didn’t have nearly the same muscle tone, though. While Chris looked chiseled and worthy of worship, Alex had more of a skinny “boy next door” look. He was a good well-behaved kid with blonde hair and brown eyes, and seemed a genuinly nice person. He had only been in the YBWL for a short time but he had a promising start.
The boys chatted for a little while longer until the bell rang and they headed for class. “Look, if you wanna spar before the match for some practice…” Luke extended his hand and Chris shook it.
“No thanks, I got some homework and ROTC stuff to take care of.” replied Chris. “But thanks. I’ll see you guys Sunday for football?”
“For sure.” said Luke. “Good luck.” The three of them all exchanged goodbyes and headed to class.
Chris arrived at Alex’s house around twelve on Saturday. He was wearing a pair of green camoflauged cargo shorts with a black “Semper Fi” tshirt. Alex answered the door wearing an undershirt and blue jeans. “You’re Chris, right? Come on in!” He smiled and stepped aside so Chris could come in.
Alex had a pretty nice house. A big one at that. There was a large blue wrestling mat placed in the center of the living room. All the furniture had been moved to the adjacent theatre room. Plenty of space to move around. Alex offered something to drink, to which Chris declined. Alex’s humbleness was attractive and his throat was a little parched, but Chris kept Josh’s advice in mind. He didn’t want to accept a drugged drink.
“I’d rather get on with the match. Do you have a camera?”
Alex nodded towards the kitchen table, which had a large classic polaroid camera resting on top of it. He took off his socks and stood on the matt. “Ready when you are.”
Chris took off his shoes and socks and joined his opponent on the mat. Without a word spoken both boys threw up their guard and approached each other. The match was on.
The boys took turns exchanging blows. Alex clearly wasn’t going to try anything against Chris in terms of submission or ground work. Chris quickly realized that Alex’s dominant reach meant he was going to have to bring him down to the ground, as he found himself on the recieving end of many of Alex’s strikes and out of reach. He quickly dove for Alex’s legs, but recieved a nasty knee to the face from a quickly-reacting Alex. He fell to the ground on his knees, clutching a slightly-bleeding nose as he felt his shirt being yanked quickly down over his head. Chris threw himself backwards and stood up quickly, wiping his nose as Alex tossed his shirt to the side. The grey waistband of his briefs, reading “Hanes: Classic” poked up over his shorts.
Chris approached his opponent again and continued to recieve the majority of his opponent’s strikes, patiently waiting for the right time to strike back. That moment soon came when Alex attempted a risky front kick to Chris’ face. Chris grabbed his foot with his left hand and raised it as high as he could, then quickly struck Alex’s sack with his right. Alex collapsed to the ground immediatley, clutching his groin. Chris quickly joined him on the ground and slammed his head against the mat five or six times, until he was hardly moving. He groaned as Chris flipped him over onto his back and fumbled with his belt. His hands weakly tried to resist his attacker as he undid the clasp on Alex’s jeans and pulled them down to his knees, revealing his tight white Jockey briefs.
“Good boys like you always wear these” Chris laughed and stood up to grab his previously discarded shirt. He returned to Alex, sitting atop his chest as the boy started to come around a bit. He wrapped his shirt around Alex’s neck and pulled as tight as he could with his right hand. With his left he reached behind him and fondled Alex’s still-soft and yet still-visible equipment. Alex thrusted his hips and clawed at Chris’ torso in a vain attempt to escape, leaving marks on Chris’ chiseled torso and giving him even easier access to his genitals. He found himself completely helpless as his assailant fondeled his cloth-covered package. Soon his body’s motions slowed and then stifled completely as his body succumbed to the lack of oxygen. The humble young boy was unconscious.
Chris breathed a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t often lose his matches after scoring the first knockout. He left his shirt around Alex’s neck and stood up to finish pulling his jeans off. He pulled him to the center of the mat and laid down beside him. He jerked him off through his briefs, passionately exploring Alex’s growing bulge and ass through the tight cotton. As soon as Alex was hard Chris moved down to his real target:the feet. Earlier when Alex took his socks off Chris had noticed something that he hadn’t before: Alex had beautiful feet. They weren’t too big or small, and he just found the texture and curves and shape really attractive. Yes, Chris had a foot fetish.
Chris now had a raging hardon thinking about what he was about to do to this cute boy’s feet. He wished he could shed his clothing right then and there and be free of the confinements of his shorts and briefs, his raging cock pulsating as he ravished the feet of his opponent. But that would only make Alex’s victory more likely, and if so quicker and easier.
He took a deep breath from Alex’s package as he continued to fondle it, slowly making his way down until he got to his feet, which the boy clearly took care of. The nails were recently trimmed and they smelled good. He had probably recently bathed. And now his toes were about to recieve a tongue bath. Chris played with his feet for a while as he planted his own foot firmly into Alex’s groin, massaging his balls with his own feet while fully exploring the contours of his. He ran the bottom of his foot up and down Alex’s visible shaft as he popped each one of his toes ino his mouth one at a time. His eyes were closed in ecstacy as he savoured everything about the moment. He hoped that the sleeping boy, clad only in his undershirt and white briefs, would never wake up.
But soon he did. Chris noticed him slowly regaining consciousness and continued to bathe his feet, now focusing on the bottoms. He wanted Alex to see what he had been doing to him. Alex quickly grabbed Chris’ foot, which was still massaging his balls, and roughly tossed it aside. He scooted backward until he was up against the wall. His boner made a visible tent in his tight briefs. Clearly groggy, he threw up his guard.
Chris quickly took advantage of the moment by throwing in a few strikes at random areas to keep Alex guessing, who couldn’t get any offense going. Chris soon easily landed an impressive blow to the chin, which he followed immediatley by sweeping Alex’s leg. He elbow dropped the boy’s stomach, taking great pleasure hearing the air knocked out of him. Alex was now clutching his stomach and rolling slowly back and forth. He didn’t really resist when Chris pulled his undershirt off of him.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, Chris knelt down beside him and freely explored his ass, balls, and everything in between with his strong hands. He landed a clean right across Alex’s face for good measure, which stopped most of his moving. He then grabbed him under his arms and dragged him into the corner, seating himself tightly between the two. Chris loved this position, as he could easily explore his opponent.
He ran his hands up and down the hardly conscious boy’s chest as he nibbled on his ear. He continued to explore all of the boy’s torso as he nuzzled his head, pulling the groggy youth’s mouth back towards him for a full on kiss. Alex at first weakly resisted, but then realized it was of no use and returned the kiss. They always did. Chris finally moved down to the boys dick, which was starting to get hard again. He fondled the boys package, wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist so he could pry his legs further apart as the boy’s tongues furiously danced. They continued like this for some time in this position until Alex began to gain some of his strength back and began reisisting Chris’ advances. Chris decided it was time to end the match.
He wrapped his arm tightly around Alex’s throat. It was a very long sleeper hold.
At first a few coughs escaped his lips but after that his eyes were closed and his mouth was silent. His only resistance was his hips attempting to escape Chris’ constant assault of his cock. The combination of the sleeper hold plus the legs wrapped around his abdomen made it impossible to breathe, so Alex tried to exhale as little as possible. He felt himself losing consciousness as Chris slowly slid his thumb and forefinger up and down his clearly raging hard-on through his tight white underwear. His furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. Chris picked up his hand and dropped it a few times as he continued to fondle him to make sure he was out cold. Alex had been propped up against his chest for some time now, and an incredible heat had built up there. Chris wanted to lay there forever and just continue jerking him off and putting him to sleep, but this wasn’t a public match. No need to humiliate the nice boy.
After playing with Alex a little while longer in this fashion, he stood up and dragged the hard boy to the center of the mat and went back to work on his feet for a little while, groping himself as he did so. After taking another round through Alex’s toes he went back to work on the front of his briefs, making sure his grand reveal would be in its full glory. He reached his hand under the leg-hole and slowly ran his palm up and down his shaft and balls until Alex couldn’t possibly get any harder. Finally he slipped his white briefs down, making sure to pull tightly down as he did so that Alex’s cock would bounce up towards his belly button. He left the underwear pooled down at his ankles and gripped his cock gently in his hand.
Chris gripped Alex’s throbbing six-inch shaft in every way possible, tugging it every which way and jerking it up and down. Chris himself was feeling like he needed some release, which he planned on doing all over Alex’s cock and balls after he ejaculated. Chris licked his palm and continued to jerk off the young boy’s smooth cock while tweaking his nipples. He nestled his face in the boy’s junk as he ran his hands all along the cute knocked out boy, slowly making his way back down to his cock. He pumped it with slow, deliberate motions, studying both it and the boy’s sleeping face as he began to pay more attention to his balls. He gently rolled them back and forth as he licked Alex’s dick, tantalizing the head with the surface of his tongue. He picked up his pace as Alex’s breathing starten to quicken, his head turning and legs moving slightly as he slept through the attack. Soon warm boy jizz would be all over them. Chris had seen it a million times before and loved this moment. He leaned in to kiss Alex again as his balls began to visibly tighten…..
But suddenly an arm was wrapped around Chris’ throat and his arm was being held behind his back. One “No!” escaped his lips as he began to struggle against his mystery assailant. He attempted to stand up but a foot was planted firmly on his calf. His free hand struggled to remove the arm from around his neck, but it was of no use. He couldn’t see who his attacker was, but they seemed to be shirtless and likely younger than him, as Chris was a short boy for his age. He should have brought backup. His arm fell by his side and everything slowly faded to black as he was slowly knocked unconscious.
Alex was awakened by a slap to the face. He slowly came to and saw his beautiful sleeping opponent sprawled on top of his own body. Chris’ stomach was tightly pressed against his still hard cock, his head was laid down on his chest. He was momentarily confused-Chris hadn’t accepted his drugged drink. Then he saw his younger brother Trevor kneeling behind him, exploring Chris’ ass under his shorts and briefs.
“Are you gonna help me strip this kid down and jerk him off or not?”
Trevor was a cute young boy still in middle school. A star running back, his short blonde hair and blue eyes were backed by a pearly white smile and toned figure. He looked really good for a thirteen year-old middle-schooler. He was certainly in better shape than Alex.
“Trevor! I told you to stay in your room! You’re not a member yet, you can’t wrestle!” Alex slid out from under the unconscious boy and pulled his briefs up over his still visible cock as Trevor flipped Chris over onto his back.
“Not yet I’m not! I want to get a good feel for it. Besides, if it weren’t for me you’d have lost the match already, so shut up and help me take his pants off. Please? Let me help you with this one match. Or at least let me have a little fun with him?”
Alex had long suspected a lingering homosexuality in his brother, and his boyish eagerness to get himself and this boy undressed wasn’t easing his suspicions. Regardless, he was right. Anything goes in the YBWL, and he had might as well easily take the match. He didn’t understand his motives fully, but it would be extremely easy to take manhandle this little boy with the help of his younger brother. He nodded and knelt down to play with Chris’ gray waistband as Young Trevor tugged his shorts off, leaving him in just his Hanes Classic red briefs.
Trevor unfastened his jeans, but they still clung to his waist tight and allowed him easier access to his boyhood, which he fondled now. Alex could now easily see that he was wearing his lucky pair of underwear- a pair of sky blue briefs covered with footballs, baseballs and the like. They looked cute on the young boy and he often lounged around the house at night or on weekends just wearing them. Trevor and Alex had practice matches all the time, but seeing his brother naked was nothing special nor erotic. They just practiced the wrestling and stripping part, and did not jerk each other. Alex could see Trevor mouth the word “wow” as he continued to touch himself and stare at the sleeping boy clad in just his red briefs. To be fair, Chris was a really good looking kid. Trevor was lucky to get illegitimate practice against a boy way outside of his rank, especially considering that he wasn’t even a member of the league.
“His ears are cute”, said Alex as he rubbed Chris’ ear lobes. He rubbed his hands up and down Chris’ torso and watched Trevor with mild amusement as he began to jerk him off through his briefs, at first running his palm up and down and then switching to a stroking motion as his cock started to fully form. He gripped his penis with his thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed it up and down through the unconscious youth’s underwear. Trevor was shaking a little from the excitement. Alex sternly placed a hand on his naked chest and told him to take a deep breath.
“Relax, Trevor. Focus on the match. Chris is probably going to wake up soon. As soon as he gets up, I’ll restrain him in a full nelson. Then you can do whatever you want to him. After that, we get him off and spread him out for a picture, wake him up and tell him to get out. Got it?”
Trevor nodded as he continued to fondle the K. O’d teen, licking his lips as he anticipated his face-to-face humiliation of the older boy. He could tell even through the red cotton that Chris didn’t have as a long of a penis as Alex, but it was certainly thicker. Much like their body sizes. He reached his hand inside to fondle his balls as Alex’s hand joined him to jerk his shaft. There was a massive bulge in the front of the passed out young boy’s underwear as the two hands slowly jerked his cock and gently rolled his balls around. Alex used his other hand to tweak Chris’ nipples as Trevor stuffed his inside of his pants. This hot action continued for some time until Chris coughed and started to wake up.
Alex stood up and began to lift up the tired young boy as Trevor’s hand stayed inside his briefs. Chris couldn’t stand without the two boys supporting him as Alex hoisted him in a weak full nelson hold. He mumbled a few words of protest as Trevor continued to have his way with the stud. Chris moaned as Trevor’s young finger slipped under his waistband and into his boyhole. He slowly worked in a second finger, which brought either greater pleasure or great resistance from the boy as he squirmed in Alex’s arms. Trevor now tucked Chris’ gray waistband under his balls and pulled out Chris’ throbbing cock from his briefs, taking all of it all into his mouth. He cupped his hands around his ass in order to thrust his cock into his mouth. It was a beautiful scene. Alex was turned on, pressing his cock up against Chris’ butt rhythmically with Trevor as he bobbed back and forth on Chris’ smooth member. Trevor found his nose repeatedly coming into contact with the tiny bush of brown hair resting below Chris’ naval as he continued to take all of the boy into his mouth. Alex continued to apply pressure to Chris’ neck whenever he felt like he was getting too strong, asphyxiating him for brief periods so they could have their way with him. Soon the boys had him falling asleep, his breathing heavy and his cock being pumped quickly. Trevor removed his jeans as the boy weakly slumped to his knees.
“Nice….underwear……what are you…six?” Panted Chris as Trevor’s hands found their way back to his cock and balls. He tried to say something else but instead found a mouthful of Trevor’s tongue. Chris willingly and passionately returned the kiss, his proud member still rigid in Trevor’s hand. Trevor tucked his own briefs beneath his sack and grinded their two cocks together, continuing to make out with the weak boy. Alex continued to apply pressure as Trevor continued his assault for some time until he finally stopped moving.
“I think he’s out.” said Trevor.
Alex finally released the unconscious teen boy from the hold. His arms fell limply to his sides as the two brothers pressed themselves tightly against him. Trevor continued to grind their cocks together as they eased him down to the mat. Alex noticed that his brother was leaking a little precum. He gently grabbed his brothers cock and balls and tucked back into his cute tight briefs, where they visibly tented and left a noticeable wet spot.
“Take it easy there, bro! The goal is to make the opponent cum, not you! That part comes either after or during.”
Trevor nodded and slid Chris’ briefs down his muscular legs and off his feet, inhaling deeply from his pouch before throwing them into the growing pile of boy clothes. The incredibly smooth and incredibly hard boy once again found himself being jerked off as he slept soundly. His junk was now fondled in clear view. Alex grabbed his arms and legs and spread him out wide as Trevor began to suck his dick again, this time rolling his balls around as he did so. He placed one of Chris’ hands inside of his briefs, just wanting to feel a hand on his dick while he brought the cute boy to climax. Alex left him at his game and went straight to Chris’ feet in order to return the punishment he had received earlier. He gently licked and explored and massaged his smooth boy feet, making sure to press the sleeping youth’s foot into the front of his jockeys. This activity continued for some time until Trevor finally took the unconscious would-be-soldier’s cock out of his mouth.
“Alex, grab some rope from the garage. I wanna tie him up so he can be nice and comfortable while we cum all over him. More importantly, we won’t have to keep knocking him out. I’ll take it from here, he can’t last much longer.”
Indeed, it was miraculous that Chris had not yet came. It was truly a testament to his training. Alex went to get some rope as Trevor continued to fondle Chris, feeling his tight stomach as he pumped his cock up and down. What Trevor didn’t know was that Chris had already woke up and was merely pretending to be asleep.
Chris felt his orgasm approaching and knew that he needed to act fast. There was no way that he was going to lose this match. Not this way. He allowed Trevor to continue for a little while longer. Trevor currently was pumping his own cock using Chris’ hand.
He suddenly and violently sat up, gripping his right hand around Trevor’s neck tightly. Trevor’s hands flew to his throat on reaction, leaving him perfectly open to a clean left hand from Chris. The punch knocked him out cold as he fell down to the mat, but Chris choked him a little while longer just to be sure. He slid his incredibly hard cock up and down the also hard young boy’s face, slapping him a few times with it before hiding behind the door. Alex came back in holding some yellow ropes they used every summer to hitch their canoes. He didn’t see his cute younger brother laying unconscious on the mat until it was too late. Chris came in behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall over immediately. Chris quickly grabbed a length of the rope he was holding and wrapped it around his neck, choking him out as he grabbed his cloth-covered dick. Alex only lasted a minute and a half before finally succumbing and passing out in his arms. Chris was back in control, and he had no intention of losing it again.
He hoisted Alex bear hug style into a nearby chair and used the rope to tie him tightly to it. He made sure to position it so that Alex would have a great view of him having his way with his younger brother. He made sure that the sleeping youth was tightly secured before harshly waking him up with a few slaps to the face. Alex grumbled and stirred as Chris returned his attention to his first and younger victim, who was slowly waking up already. Chris walked towards him and folded his arms.
“I’ve never seen you around, kid. You’re not a member.”
Trevor groaned in response. He held his head and breathed softly. He felt sick. The room was spinning.
Chris continued. “You obviously need a lesson in staying out of peoples business. You also obviously love sucking my dick. So suck it, bitch.”
He grabbed Trevor behind his shaved blonde head and brought him to a sitting position. Chris’ cock had finally gone soft for the first time in the match while he tied Alex to his chair. It was quickly brought back to full attention as he plunged it into Trevor’s mouth, who weakly complied to his fellatio. The groggy 13 year old was clearly hard as Chris slipped his hands into the front of his cute briefs. He could hear Alex struggling to get free from his bonds, to no avail of course. Chris had done this many times.
“Kiss me, Trevor.”
He weakly complied as Chris continued to stroke his dick up and down through his tight briefs, enjoying the feeling up the material covering the stiff boyhood, leaving little to the imagination as you explored every inch of his cock. He pulled on the light blue waistband and snapped it a few times before returning to stroking his cock through the material, then sneaking its way under the leghole to rub his shaft and balls with his palm for a while. He then forcefully placed his cock back in in Trevor’ mouth and allowed him to suck it weakly for a little while longer.
“Ready to go back to sleep?” asked Chris, taking his dick out of his mouth and punching him hard in the stomach. Trevor attempted to fold over but Chris didn’t let him. He groaned and nodded his head softly.
“Have your way with me. Just put me out first.”
Chris gently pushed Trevor back onto his back and slowly removed his cute briefs. Trevor’s hairless cock came into full view as it fired towards his naval. Chris stroked it two or three times as Trevor’s legs actually spread open to greet his touch, then sat in behind the groggy boy and gently wrapped his arm around his neck. His eyes were closed as Chris fondled his equipment. Chris was actually the first boy to touch Trevor in this way, which he suspected. He kissed the boy’s cheek and probed his ear.
“Ready?”
Trevor nodded as Chris’ grip tightened. His free hand slowly ran up and down Trevor’s thigh, who offered no resistance against his inevitable knockout. His arms lay motionless by his sides, his unperturbed cock pointing directly upwards toward his adorable scrunched up face as Chris gently brought him to sleep. As the young teenager passed out in his arms he looked towards his older brother and flashed a devilish smirk, who looked away. Chris could see that Alex was hard, even from behind his unconscious naked brother. After some time passed it was clear that Trevor had now been knocked out for the second time.
He laid the boy boy down gently, his cock resting on his naval and beating in time with his circadian rhythms. He picked up the boy’s hand and let it fall to the mat a few times before walking over to Alex and slapping him in the face again, hard. He gripped Alex under the chin and pulled his face in close for a long, deep kiss and then looked him directly in the eyes.
“You listen to me, Alex. If I look over at you one more time and catch you NOT watching what I do to your brother, I’m fucking him in the ass. Got it?”
Alex nodded hurriedly. Chris returned to Trevor and pumped his cock slowly up and down. He sat to the right of him and slid his left leg under Trevor’s waist. His slid his right leg under Trevor’s legs so that the young boy was splayed horizontally across his lap, his hips raised slightly to greet Chris’ expert hands. Chris knew that this boy would be cumming in no time. His eyes met Alex’s, who was staring at Trevor’s cock. He continued to sleep soundly as Chris explored his lightly toned chest and legs, enjoying his easy and full access to the boy’s otherwise private areas. Alex protested as Chris gently reached under and probed his tight boy hole, which Chris obviously ignored as he stimulated Trevor from both ends of his body simultaneously.
As the sleeping boy’s breathing grew heavier Chris quickened his pace on his cock. Soon his hips and legs began to shake. Chris peered up at Alex and made sure he was watching. He was, and seemed almost too interested in seeing his sibling achieve orgasm for the first time. His jaw hung slightly open. For some reason this turned Chris on.
Chris pointed his cock slightly up and towards his sleeping naval while continuing his quickening pace as he ran his other hand hurriedly up and down his inner thigh. The boy soon came, spewing semen all over his tight abs. Not a whole lot, the boy hadn’t been ejaculating for very long. But an impressive amount nonetheless. His slight movements finally came to a halt as Chris continued to jerk his softening cock. Chris wondered what he was dreaming about. He slowly slid out from underneath the boy and grabbed the camera from the table. The cum on his stomach glinted in the light in the fully developed pictures twenty seconds later. He left these items on the table and went after his real target, who was still looking at Trevor. Chris stood in front of him, blocking his view.
“I can’t wait to tell all my friends about this particular match. You couldn’t even beat me with the help of your pansy ass brother. He’s not so tough when my arms aren’t restrained above my head. Do you even have anything to say for yourself?”
“I told him to stay in his room, I swear! He wants to be a member really bad and I couldn’t get him to back off once he saw you. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!” Alex neglected to mention the drink Chris turned down earlier that he drugged himself.
“If it was my brother I would have kicked his ass myself and dragged him back to his room. Seems to me you also need a lesson-one in respect and honor.”
With that he heard Trevor stirring behind him. He grabbed Alex’s waistband and slid his briefs down and off his body, his hard cock springing out as if to greet him. Chris quickly and quietly sat down by the soft young waking boy and slipped Alex’s briefs over his head, making sure the boy’s face was pointed directly where his brother’s cock normally rested. He knocked the young boy out with ease for the third time, allowing the boy to moan in disgust at the humiliation before wrapping his hands around his throat and sending him back to dreamland for the third time. He returned back to Alex and stood behind the chair he was in. Alex had no control as Chris leaned down over him and slowly ran his palm up and down the lengthiest member in the room. He licked his palm for lubrication as he wrapped his arm tigthtly around Alex’s neck. Once Alex was barely conscious, Chris removed the roping from around his torso. Alex fell down to his hands and knees on the mat.
With some effort Chris able to lift Alex up in a cradled position, before slamming him down on his knee with a punishing back breaker. A loud and painful escape of air left Alex’s lips as Chris let the hard boy remain on his knee. He fondled the boy’s balls in one hand while keeping his other around Alex’s neck. He of course was unable to lift his head, so he allowed it rest upside-down on the mat uncomfortably as Chris continued to jerk him off. Alex struggled to remove himself from the excruciating back breaker, but it was no use. Whenever Alex simply gave up, Chris would hammer-fist his gut, forcing him to stay attentive and make some attempt to protect himself. He eventually allowed Alex to roll off of his knee.
Alex rolled onto his stomach and held and hand to his back, groaning in pain. He saw his brother unconscious in front of him before Chris grabbed his head and slammed into the mat. Over and over and over again. Once he stopped moving Chris felt free to play with his ass cheeks, pushing them together and squeezing them until he tired of them. He flipped the unconscious boy onto his back and pumped his cock a few times before walking over to the clothes pile and grabbing Trevor’s cute briefs. He placed them on Alex’s head in the same fashion as he continued to molest the sleeping youth. Chris laid down on top of him so that their cocks were rubbing together and slowly ground their pelvises into one another. Chris felt himself approaching climax, so he crawled up Alex’s chest and lifted the waistband of Trevor’s underwear up over his nose, deeply probing Alex’s mouth as precum drooled out of both boy’s members onto Alex’s body. He let the waistband spring back down over his chin.
Chris gathered the small amount of precum into his palm and straddled the knocked out blonde. He sat on the boy’s stomach, facing his dick so that Chris could grasp both of their cocks in one hand. With his lubricated hand he pumped away on their two cocks held tightly together, pointed at the ceiling. He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He switched to both hands. He had been waiting for this release for quite some time. A single purple vein showed clearly on Chris’ thick raging member as he pumped the two wet cocks in unison. His stomach heaved in and out wildly, his clavicles showed clearly as he stooped over slightly, unable to hold himself up completely as his body approached what he would soon discover to be one of the greatest orgasms he would ever achieve.
Soon Chris erupted, and Alex wasn’t that far behind him. Chris fired several ribbons up into the air with incredible force before edging back slightly and pointing his dick down at Alex’s cock and balls. He struggled to remain conscious as euphoria took control of his senses, firing boy juice all over Alex’s lower half as he continued furiously pumping his own cock. Each blast of boy jizz brought his entire body rocking forward with it. His eyes remained closed but his head hung low as he breathed huskily and heavily, finally running out of ammuntion around blast number ten. He felt incredibly drained, dazed. He could feel some of his cum in his hair and over his left ear.
He slowly got up off his opponent and laid down in front of his still raging and cum-soaked member. It only took three minutes of jerking and then deep throating the boy’s dick before Alex finally came, adding comparable amounts of semen to the growing pile on his cock, balls, and naval. Chris watched closely, fascinated with the mechanics of the male body as he continued to fondle it during its nocturnal emission. He finally tired of his battered opponent and took several victory pictures from several angles. He finished by dragging Alex on top of his younger brother, pressing the sticky juices tightly between their naked bodies. He tied them up together like that and retrieved his clothing.
Chris walked out of the house with his photographs feeling like a new man.
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Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.
—
Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
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I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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A sequel to my first story. Please read “Kayla Part 1” to fully understand the concepts and plot of this story. No suggestions please, this is my story, and I will write it how I imagine it. Imagination is sacred to every one of us, so grace me with the courtesy to only comment and critique. Thank you.
Fighting fire with fire.
“Me daddy, me. I’m your fucking little whore! My god your cock feels so good my pussy!”
Continuation of Robert & Alexis, Part One
Part 2 to the first one
It’s around 7:00. The hockey team crowds into the overheated, steamy locker room overrun with the stench of unwashed hockey gear. The room is designed so the big communal shower was on one side and the single bathroom stall and dual urinals are next to each other. There are 6 of them in all, Nick is nearest to the stalls on the opposite wall and David is next to the showers on the same bench as Nick. Between them sits Henry. Nick is still in his goalie gear at this time, and is beginning to peel off his sticky undershirt. Nick is around 5’7”, with shaggy dark hair and a serious face. He has a skinny body and hairy strong powerful legs leading up to his crotch. Henry is faster, and his shirt has just came off, revealing a white chest and surprisingly cute nipples, covered in sweat. Henry is about an inch taller than Nick, with shorter hair and a similar skin tone.. Although his boxers were still fairly high up, you could see the beginnings of a happy trail. Dav
id is lagging and talking to Henry a little bit, and has just taken off his shoulder pads, but his arm muscles are visible; smooth and toned. His shaggy brown hair is wet with sweat and water from the practice, and he is visibly exhausted. The boys are just chatting, not really looking at each other’s bodies, yet.
On the other side of the room, Myles, Spencer, and Josh are sitting and far ahead of the other boys. Myles is opposite Nick, and he is a complete stunner. Taller than the rest of the boys, around 5’11”, he has shaggy black hair and a strong, built body. His skin is really white, but his arms are bulging with muscles and just a bit of hair. His pads are almost off, and he is starting to rub his abs under his white t-shirt which he then removes. At this point, he is just wearing a pair of boxer briefs which do a bad job containing his very impressive bulge. Nick continues to stare at Myles’s thighs but doesn’t say anything. Next to Myles is Spencer, who is softly airing out his loose boxers and wearing nothing else. Spencer is the tannest boy in the room and his shortly cropped hair is drizzled with water that also runs down his chest. Spencer is almost 5’10”, and is desperately trying to escape his inferiority complex which stems from him being very short at one time, and consequently much…smaller….down there. However, now he has filled out, and the other boys realize that he has probably grown significantly since last season. Finally, Josh sits on the far end of the bench opposite David. He is still wearing his under-armor and tight pants, although very little is noticeable down by where a bulge should be. Josh is a bit shy and is eyeing David from across the room as David lowers his boxers a little to rub his thighs. Josh is tan and the cutest boy in the room, although he is self-conscious. He has size 12 shoes but doesn’t want his friends to see his penis because he has no idea if its big or not, and Nick likes to make fun of him for it anyway.
Henry and Spencer, both in overly loose boxers so that nothing can really be seen, start discussing girls. “No way Spencer, I totally got the best head from Sara last night!” Spencer adjusts his penis over his boxers. “Well Henry, you’ve never experienced a hot senior girl like Nicole running her tongue over your dick now have you?” Myles steps in and says, “But Spencer, you’ve never seen a girl like Nicole suck a dick this big.” He laughs and puts his hand over his obviously massive penis. Nick laughs, “calm down Myles, we don’t need to see that thing dude we all get enough pussy in here, except for Josh of course!” Josh blushes all over and Spencer turns to him and slaps his butt, “there Josh! Now you got some baby!” All the boys laugh and Josh giggles along with them. David has a great idea, “come on Spence, I need some ass too man!” Spencer the runs across the tiny locker room to David and pushes him against the wall and pretends to
rape him as all the guys crack up. Spencer slaps David’s butt and pulls down his boxers and keeps spanking it till its a little bit red. All the boys are laughing and David turns around with his boxers around his ankles. Everyone looks at David’s penis and Spencer says “Nice one David, too bad its not big or anything!” David replies “Oh be quiet man, its average sized, like 6 inches or so, yours is probably half that!” David pulls down Spencer’s boxers, revealing a 7 inch soft penis. David recoils, “well it looks like you’re a bit bigger than me Spencer.”
The boys are all starting to get turned on by the two exposed dicks. Spencer spins around and shows off his soft penis to his friends and Henry comments on how Spencer’s butt is super white while the rest of his body is so tan. Spencer laughs and asks if Henry’s butt is as white as his body. Henry smiles at Spencer and pulls down his boxers for everyone to see. “Yupp guys, i’m white” Henry and David are exactly the same size, except Henry starts to get a boner and starts to rub it in front of his friends. Spencer laughs and reaches out to grab Henry’s hard dick to everyone’s shock. Myles asks “Spencer that’s really hot but I think its gay man.” Spencer says, “Myles shut up, yours is too big for anyone to handle!”
Spencer looks at Henry for approval; Henry winks and blushes and Spencer continues to play around with the tip of Henry’s throbbing cock. At the same time, Nick walks over to the urinal on the left and begins to stroke his cock while pulling down his boxers. Myles notices this and walks over to the right urinal and takes out his thick penis and rubs it. The two boys smile at each other and Myles moves his big hand over onto Nick’s hard cock and starts jerking it for him. Nick does the same to Myles and moans a little as Myles’s massive dick moves back and forth in his hand. Myles smiles at Nick and jerks his big dick for him, playing with his balls from time to time.
Spencer and Henry have paired off and start to kiss each other and while caressing each other’s dicks. Spencer hard nipples are rubbing against Henry’s chest and Spencer starts to kiss Henry’s neck. Henry moans out “oh Spencer, dude, you turn me on so much, I want to bust all over you man” Meanwhile, Josh and David give each other dirty looks. David, already with his boxers down, shuffles over to Josh and asks if he is big. Josh stutters and tells David he can find out if he wants. David smirks and starts kissing down Josh’s chest, past his nipples and abs until he gets to his boxer line. Then David pulls down Josh’s boxers in one swoop and takes his dick in his mouth while going to his knees. David looks up at Josh and says “yes Josh, you have a very cute dick.” Myles hears this from the urinals and laughs “I knew he did!” Nick tells Myles to cut Josh some slack, after all Josh is a total cutie.
Nick walks over to Josh and David, totally naked, and Josh goes down on his knees and starts licking Nick’s balls and penis head with his wet tongue. David goes over to Myles and they make out right next to Nick and Josh. Spencer sits down on the bench and Henry starts to blow him as Nick licks Henry’s penis. The boys form a blowjob line. Nick, Myles, and Spencer, the three big boys, are standing, while Josh, David, and Henry are on their knees in front of them blowing them, respectively. They hold hands as they get blown, and Nick starts to rub Myles’s leg and comes closer and closer to cumming. Spencer is the first one to give in. He moans as loud as he can, making the other boys even harder, Henry keeps sucking on Spencer’s rock hard cock and gets prepared for a huge load of cum to burst out. Spencer cums in Henry’s mouth and he smiles as Spencer busts all over his face. Henry runs to the shower to wash the cum off his face and Spencer follows. They hold each other in the shower and start rubbing each other’s dicks again, jerking as fast as they can. Spencer’s glistening body gets wet in the shower and Henry runs his hands down his chest to his hips and rubs his thighs before taking Spencer’s hardening cock in his hands again. Spencer’s smooth 7 incher is loving every touch of Henry’s powerful hands. All the boys can hear Spencer moan “Ohhhh, mmm Henry don’t stop doing that, rub it faster, it’s so hard, mmm Henry oh baby rub my dick, get on your knees and lick it.”
Meanwhile, Josh asks Nick if he can give him some great head. Nick nods his head and Josh runs his smooth arms across Nick’s chest before placing his hands on Nick’s sides and starting to kiss down his chest, to his abs and eventually to the tip of his 7 and half inch dick. His tongue slinks down Nick’s dick, licking the sides and shaft as Nick moans. Josh puts Nick’s cock in his mouth and begins to suck it. Then he deep throats it and places his soft hands on Nick’s upper thighs. Nick’s feet shake and his fingers run through Josh’s smooth light brown hair and he starts to cum in Josh’s mouth. Josh drinks Nick’s cum while rubbing his balls lightly. Once all the boys had came, they began to get dressed again, eagerly awaiting the next practice.
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A mature man kidnaps 3 H.S. cheerleaders for his personal pleasure
Aish and I were born five years apart, with me being older. I went away to college when she was in seventh grade. When I graduated from college, I got a job 100 miles from home. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order. So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she was a young kid. I guess that’s why I still think of her as that young kid, even though she’s 38 years old.
The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn’t like him, so the only way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened. He couldn’t hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn’t care as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventually moved away from my parents, although they relied heavily on support from them. My father bought houses for them to live in and sent money for them to live on. Their child was the only reason my sister stayed with the jerk.
Finally her son graduated from high school and enlisted in the navy to get away from his father. That was all my sister needed; she packed up her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but she wasn’t having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on her feet.
Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister to come live with me. Jobs were more plentiful where I lived, so she would have a better chance at getting a good paying job. Also, I would have someone to live with me and I could get to really know my sister.
Everyone agreed with my suggestion and I went up to my parents’ place to help her move. She didn’t have much, some clothing and a few other personal items. The clothing she had was out of style and well worn. So, after I got her settled in my house, we went shopping. She didn’t want to take any money from me, but I convinced it was just a loan until she got a job and then she could pay me back.
I took her to some of the nicer women’s clothing stores. Thank goodness I went with her, she’s a very pretty woman, but insisted on trying on clothing that made her look matronly.
She’s about 5′ 8″ tall and weighs around135 pounds. She has a very good figure, nice bust, small waist and well formed hips and ass. She didn’t have much fat on her. She said they didn’t have enough money to buy enough food for her to get fat. I finally convinced her to try on clothing that showed off her figure. I picked out some dresses and blouses that had a neckline that accentuated her boobs. I made her try on dresses that were cut above the knee and showed off her legs. She was modeling the clothes for my approval. I started to realize that I was getting aroused by my sister.
I then took her to a hair stylist and had them change the way she wore her hair. She had long straight hair; she said her husband wouldn’t let her wear it any other way. When they were finished with her she looked beautiful and sexy. All of a sudden I started to look at my sister in a different way. After all, I had not had a date in over two years and the closest thing to a sexual experience was one that I shared with my hand. However she was my sister, my kid sister, I told myself to put those thoughts out of my mind and just be happy to have her for company.
She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren’t happy with their lives, so they made sure we weren’t happy with ours.
Aish’s husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone who berated Aish constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If they had sex, he yelled at her and told her she was rotten in bed.
She was a person who had a very high sex drive, so this lead to her having to please herself. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. I couldn’t understand why she didn’t leave this creep earlier.
My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything other than the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were first married, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to once or twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last three years of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms and barely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and a prospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.
Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing one of her sexy new outfits. She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was told she got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had made reservations at a fancy restaurant. The food was good, the setting was romantic and the wine was excellent. I hadn’t had such a good time in years and years, she hadn’t either. We went to a pub, close to my house, had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. She was so relaxed and happy. She didn’t believe how good her life was and she owed it all to me. She almost started to cry when she thanked me.
The alcohol was having an affect on me, so I suggested we go home to continue our celebration, she agreed, but when she got up, she was unsteady on her feet. Walking to the car, she was a little tipsy and she started to fall. I reached out to prevent her from falling, and grabbed her right in the boobs. I immediately started to apologize, but she just giggled and said “I was the first person to gab her tits in a long time and it felt good”. I replied “that it was a long time since I felt a woman’s breasts and I enjoyed it too.”
We were still laughing about our little incident when we got home. I told her “it’s a good thing she was my sister or she wouldn’t be safe in the house tonight.” Aish looked at me with a kind of sexy mischievous look on her face and said “What would I do if she wasn’t my sister.”
I though I’d play along with her, so I replied. “I’d first take you in my arms and kiss you. Then I’d kiss your neck and nibble your ears, while I unbuttoned your blouse. When you blouse was undone I’d take off your bra and kiss and your boobs.”
She came close to me and said “Oh Shahzad, I’d like that very much. You have given me so much happiness; you’ve been everything a sister could want in a brother. Now, I want more, I want to feel like a beautiful, sexy woman. Please, help me feel that way. I love you very much and I know you love me, so what is the problem? Please make love to me, tonight.
With that I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I looked her in the eyes and said “Aish, your right. I love you so very much. I want this as much as you do, but before we do anything, that we’ll regret later, are you sure you want this to happen?”
She looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down until my lips meet hers. She gave me a hot wet kiss, our tongues intertwining, probing, touching each other’s. We both hadn’t had sex in a long time and we were not being gentle. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra. As I pulled the loose bra from her breasts, I stopped and stared at the creamy white mounds of flesh. God, how I love tits! Her nipples were hard and erect. They weren’t much bigger around than a nickel, but they stood out a good half an inch, just the way I like them.
I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to massage and knead them. Nothing feels as good as a handful of tit, except maybe two hands full of tits. I lowered my lips to those red, luscious nipples. I couldn’t believe the feeling of ecstasy. I experienced as I sucked those nipples. As I started to gently bite them, I heard my sister start to moan. I looked up at her face, her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly open and her tongue was tracing her lips ever so slowly. She had the look of an angel, an angel in heat.
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When Mia’s about to marry her rapist, an unexpected guest crashes the wedding…
This experience took place while I was in tenth grade I was 16 at the time
and becoming more and more aware of all female feet around me. I found
myself constantly staring at many girls feet in my classes and also a few of
my teachers as well. One teacher particularly always had me staring, her
name was Mrs. Kate O’conner. I’m not sure if she was Irish or not I think
she was for she did have naturally red hair and had an Irish toned looking
skin, I think she was in her late thirties. Anyway Mrs. O’conner had me
looking at her feet constantly for she almost always was dangling them that
would drive any person with a foot fetish crazy. It was almost as though she
teased me for she would never actually take her foot out of her shoe fully
just leaving it dangle on her toes before she wiggled it back on to her
foot. I had never seen her barefoot for she almost had on nylons and on a
few occasions would wear sneakers with white socks on. But from what I had
seen of her feet they were about a size 7, with wrinkled soles, and almost
never painted toes. Now as I said I had a tendency to look at her feet all
class and therefore I wouldn’t pay attention during her class at all and
started to do very poorly in her class. One day as class let out at the end
of the day we were all piling out the door when she grabbed my shoulder and
pulled me away. She sat me down at a she next to her desk and asked “hey
what is wrong? You’re doing very bad in my class and I just can’t figure out
why. You’re a very bright student it just seems that you don’t pay attention
and are always day dreaming.” She said this to me as she showed me the
grades which I had recently received in that class all failing or close to
it.”Well you see Mrs. O’conner I just always get distracted in class I can’t
really help it” I answered to her. She replied “well is it one of the people
near you is it something in the class that I can move or put down?” I just
looked down and said “no ma ‘am in all honesty it’s you that’s been
distracting me.” She said looking rather puzzled “what is it about me that’s
distracting you is it the color clothes I wear or the pins I wear or
something of that nature. Because I can wear different things if it’s
interfering with your education.” I answered “no it’s nothing as simple as
that.” She again looking very puzzled now and pushed on saying “well what is
it then because at the way you’re going you’ll fail and have to go to
summer school.” I just looked away slight and said “well Mrs. O’conner it’s
your feet that are distracting me… I can’t help it they’re very nice
looking and I just can’t help but stare,” ” Oh” was the only response she
said. After a few minutes of silence she said “Well I think I can fix that,
you’re dismissed I’ll see you tomorrow.” I left rather lost as to what
she was getting to, I went home that day and couldn’t help but wonder what
she was talking about. I spent almost all of that night either dreaming
about her feet or thinking about what she could have meant. I finally
decided I would find out tomorrow and thought I had best get some sleep. I
certainly did find out, the next day when I walked into her class instead of
sneakers or pumps she was wearing knee high leather boots. All that class it
killed me because she never once even made an attempt to slip those boots
off. That day she looked a couple of times my way and smiled at me as she
saw that I kept on staring at her boots as though I was trying to burn a
hole through them. As the class went on my thoughts started drifting from
seeing her feet to smelling her feet, I figured that with being in those
boots her feet must be sweating up a storm. For the rest of the class I kept
on daydreaming of having my nose between those hot sweat soaked toes of
hers. From that day on though she started to wear those boots or another
pair of boots and every day I found myself daydreaming. Finally after two
weeks of this at the end of school again she pulled me over to the side as
the rest of the class walked out the door pushing and shoving trying to get
out as fast as they could. She sat me down next to her desk again and said
” I just don’t know what to do with you! I started to wear these boots
because you said it was my feet that were distracting you and yet your
grades haven’t improved since I started wearing them. If anything they’ve
only worsen, why is this?” I decided that I might as well answer her
truthfully since she already knew I liked her feet and said “Well Mrs.
O’conner it is true that you took my visuals away but my mind is a powerful
instrument. I found myself thinking instead of how your feet look like, how
much your feet must be sweating in those boots and how hot and smelly your
feet must get being in those boots all day. I found myself daydreaming about
smelling those feet for myself and feeling the hot moisture upon my face.”
She shook her head saying under her breath “I can’t believe this.” She then
looked up at me and said “OK I have a deal for you. For every grade
that is 90 or above I’ll let you smell my feet for five minutes. Each time
you get 90 or above you’ll be able to smell my feet for five more minutes in
then the last time so the first time you can smell them for five minutes,
the second time ten minutes, the third time 15 minutes, and so on. Do we
have a deal?” I couldn’t believe my hears had I just heard my teacher tell
me she’d let me smell her feet in exchange for me getting good grades? I
immediately answered “you got a deal Mrs. O’conner you better be ready
because I’m going to be getting 90 and above from now on. I was good to my
word because I started to really pay attention in class even though she did
continue to wear boots and my mind would start to drift I would quickly make
sure I brought myself back to reality. Within three days of making the deal
I got my first test paper back find that it was a 90 exactly. Right next to
the grade was written “see me at the end of the day for your reward” with a
winking smiley face next to it. I was so excited for that school day to end
even though I sadly had to go through a few more class periods. So I sat
there watching the clock for all my classes watching the time slowly tick
past. Finally at three o’clock the bell rung which meant freedom for the
rest of the kids but for me it meant having Mrs.O’conner’s feet in my face!
I didn’t even stop at my locker but instead I ran straight to Mrs. O’conners
room and got there just as the last kid from her previous class left. I
walked in and saw her sitting at her desk smiling at me as she saw me walk
through the door. She motioned for me to close the door quickly and put a
desk in front of the door which I did as fast as possible next she turned
her chair so that she was sitting in front of me. I knelt down and with
trembling hands grabbed the zipper on the boot of her left foot and slowly
started to unzip it. Once I pulled of her boot I was hit with an intense
foot smell something between rubber mixed with vinegar but not in a bad way
but an extremely satisfying way. She still had one nylons and I couldn’t see
her foot still but it was the first time I had seen her toes completely and
found out that she had rather long skinny toes. As I knelt there before her
nyloned foot and lifted her foot from my hand and placed it smack onto my
face. Instantly I felt as though I had just jumped into a pool face first
with as wet as her foot was. I took in my first deep sniff of her feet and I
was blown away, the smell I got when I first pulled off her boots could
never have prepared me for the lustful smell of her foot fully blown. It
seemed as though I had only taken my first sniff when she pulled her foot
away from me and put it back in her boot and started to pack up her stuff to
leave. I looked and saw that five minutes had indeed pass but it was enough,
I stood up grabbed my bag and before I left I said “that wasn’t nearly
enough time you can bet that I’ll keep getting 90’s and above.” She just
smiled and replied “I’m looking forward to it. A week after that I got my
second test grade to see that it was actually a 95! Lucky for me that was
the day I had her last period so no waiting and within minutes of receiving
my grade I was on my knees in front of her feet again. This time she started
to take her boot off of her left foot and then took the boot of her right
foot and said “since you got above a 90 I decided that you could try
smelling both if you wanted to.” I just sat there with a huge grin on my
face as she place both her sizzling hot feet upon my face. The smell was
even more intense with two feet, I sniffed her feet like mad trying to pull
in as much of their smell as possible. Within was seemed like a minute she
pulled her feet away from my face and put them back in her boots. She stood
up and said “Well I hope to have you for 15 minutes next week” and with that
she walked out of the room turning out the lights. Sure enough the next week
I got a 90 and the next week another 90 and for next three weeks after I got
90’s until I was staying there smelling her feet for 35 minutes. But then
the week came in which I got a 100 which meant that today I’d be at her feet
for 40 minutes! But instead of the regular “see me at the end of the day for
your reward” written beside my grade it said “I’m so proud of you see me at
the end of the day for your reward and also a special prize!” Though what
irony was the fact that I had her first period that day so I sat for the
rest of the school day itching for it to end and find out what was this
special prize. 2:59:50, 2:59:55, and finally 3:00 came across the clock and
the second hand ticked onto that twelve I bolted out the door. I got to her
room so fast that I actually had to wait for almost all of her previous
class to get out. Finally they all left and I ran in closing the door behind
me and quickly placing my chair and there I was in a heartbeat down at her
booted feet. She giggled at my speediness of getting there but didn’t keep
me in suspense as she took off her boots. She then place them on my face and
told me that I could start and that my special reward would come half way
through. Well, even though I really did want to smell her feet those twenty
minutes seemed to go by so slowly. I tried to savor the smell but found it
hard to enjoy it when my mind was going a thousand miles an hour trying to
figure out what the special reward was. After those seemingly forever twenty
minutes went by see took her feet off my face which allowed me to see I
looked up and saw her hands move up under and skirt and start to pull at
something. As I watched, my mouth almost fell open when I realized she was
taking of her nylons and that I’d FINALLY get to see her barefoot. No sooner
had I thought it did it happen and I finally saw her drool worthy feet,
drool worthy if not much more besides that as well! There were her perfectly
white feet, nonpainted toes, slightly pink soles and with her right foot
have a freckle right in the middle of it. I knelt there in awe as those feet
came and land upon my face I sat there for a minute not knowing how to
react, I then heard her say “you can start smelling them now if you want.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice I buried my noes into those feet and
started smelling like I was desperate for air. Sadly the last twenty minutes
went by a little too fast for my liking and I felt her feet being lifted off
my face. I then saw her stick her barefoot back into those prisons called
boots, “seeing them bare was just the first part of the special reward here
is the second part” she said as she handed me her nylons. She then leaned
down and whispered in hushed tone “I haven’t washed those in about two weeks
so they should be good.” With that she gave me a wink and walked out the
door. Again leaving me in awe as I held those precious nylons in my hands
and close to my breast. That was the last time I ever got to smell her
actual feet because the next day she got into and accident that made her
have to take the rest of the school year off. She came back the next year
but I didn’t get her those anytime I had her for a study hall teacher she
would always slip her shoes and give me a little smile. Mrs.O’conner was the
best teacher I could have ever asked for!
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‘Get in there you big furry oaf, I don’t care what you smell!’
‘Luke, at that speed do you think you’ll be able to pull out in time?’
‘Put that thing away before you get us all killed.’
‘You’ve got something jammed in here real good.’
‘Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?’
‘You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought.’
‘Sorry about the mess…’
‘Look at the size of that thing!’
‘Curse my metal body, I wasn’t fast enough!’
‘She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid.’
‘I thought that hairy beast would be the end of me.’
‘Size matters not. Judge me by my size, do you?’
‘There’s an awful lot of moisture in here.’
‘But now we must eat. Come, good food, come…’
‘That’s okay, I’d like to keep it on manual control for a while.’
‘Hurry up, golden-rod…’
‘I must’ve hit it pretty close to the mark to get her all riled up like that, huh kid?’
‘Possible he came in through the south entrance.’
‘And I thought they smelled bad on the outside!’
‘Control, control! You must learn control!’
‘Hey, point that thing someplace else.’
‘I look forward to completing your training. In time you will call me master.’
‘I never knew I had it in me.’
‘There is good in him, I’ve felt it.’
‘Hey, Luke, thanks for coming after me — now I owe you one.’
‘Back door, huh? Good idea!’
‘She’s gonna blow!’
‘I think you’ll fit in nicely.’
‘Rise, my friend.’
‘Wedge! Pull out! You’re not doing any good back there!’
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