Hi. My name is Matt. I’m from Norway, and I actually wrote this when I was 15. About a year after it happened. Note that it’s the first time I wrote anything, at all, and that there might be some spelling or formulation errors aswell .
Michaels Memories
Pent up sexual desires unleashed on the highway comes to a dramatic climax.
Story of a young lady and her new unexpected career.
Please read “Foreword by the Editors” first
Blonde Newscaster takes a Terrible Journey
A suburbant housewife is locked out of her house and in the process of getting inside she winds up being taken by the family dog and her horny teen neighbor.
Vampire Aliens Rape Nuns
Its been a long time coming so here you go. do i need to state that if this kind of stuff is too hard core 4 u then don’t read it ….if u like then enjoy. leave me your thoughts….
After interviewing the entire office staff of the prestigious all girls’ high school, the two detectives left through the front door and headed to the unmarked white ford squad car parked in the street outside at the front gates.
As they made their way they heard the voice of the vice principle who came trotting after them. He had just recalled that a man had come to talk to Kelly the day of her disappearance. He was about 6 feet tall slender with a medium build and was well dressed. He had told the vice principle that he was there on behalf of Kellys father, who was on a tour of duty somewhere in the world. The vice principle hoped that his information would help.
The detectives took their notes and bid him fair well. The detectives looked at each other.
Had one of them been here?
He stood in front of his living room bay window with his hands on his hips. He was pretty happy with himself. Sandra was in the kitchen making them lunch. She was talking about this and that but he was only half listening. He was reflecting on his past week’s accomplishments. The weekend at the farm house had been quite a success. Kate and Lisa choose to go back home. There where shown the full extent of his organizations reach and power. They were paid and told to be hush-hush, which they had been to date.
He had to admit that Kate’s absence had left its mark on Sandra. It appeared the two were closer then he was aware of. He even missed her himself.
Sandra called him to the kitchen saying that it was on the table. He headed to the dinning room with any easy conscious.
Kelly had spent what seemed like an eternity in her cage. Every now and then some woman would bring her something to eat. But other then that she sat here in the dark. After that night with the cult or whatever they where she had awaken in this place and had seen nothing else. She was cold and naked and needed a bath.
Sandra served them a dish of chicken soup and Shepard’s pie. Her mind was not on cooking it was more on the young lady caged in the basement. He seemed to be taking his time with her she had been 6 days down there and he had not even gone downstairs to see her. They ate and she made small talk during the meal. He seemed in a good mood. They finished up and he gave her a pat on the bottom and told her it was delicious. She smiled and cleaned of the table as he went upstairs. When she joined them upstairs in their bed room he had laid out an out fit for her to wear. He gave her instructions to change into what he choose for her and to clean off the servant in the basement and that he would join them soon enough. Sandra was already wet.
Kelly heard foot steps outside the room and then the door opened and the lights flew on. She flinched and clenched her eyes. The light was so bright it hurt like needles directly in her eyes. She heard someone approach and open the cage door. Through her squinting eyes she saw a figure in black. The figure told her to get out of the cage. She did. The figure told her to use the bucket of water and the soap it had brought her to wash herself. She obeyed reluctantly for fear of retribution. The hot water felt great and she relished the soap’s fragrance. She washed herself in silence, mildly humiliated to bath before a stranger who watched her intently, but after the events that had transpired at the farm house this was a cake walk.
By now Kelly’s eyes had adapted to the light. She was transfixed by the figure before her. The figure was a woman, of that she was certain because of the delicious breasts, tight body and long hair that was done up in a ponytail. The dim light reflected off her fit latex covered physic. Kelly had the vanity to feel jealous. The figure was covered head to toe in a latex gimp suit. Big latex boots and steel zippers over every orifice of her body which were all zipped closed. She had a long menacing horse whip in her hands and looked like she knew how to use it.
The figure ordered her when she was done washing to kneel and cracked her hard on the thigh with the wipe. Kelly yelled out in pain and dropped to her knees. The figure took this opportunity to put a leash on her and to handcuff her. Kelly struggled and tried to fend off her attacker but was stilled by another crack of the wipe.
When he entered the room Kelly froze. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was him that had been keeping her here in this hell hole but she still could not believe it. He strode rather intently into the room and grabbed the latex clad figure that was back to him by the pony tail and forced her to her knees before him. He stood facing Kelly. In seconds he had pulled out his hard dick and in another second it disappeared into the figures mouth. The whole time he never took his eyes off Kelly.
Kelly watch as the figure began to struggle and to try to push the rock hard prick from her throat but he would have none of it.
“You will learn the rules, you belong to me now. You will obey my every command.” He said to Kelly who was in total shock.
He stood there with his hands on her head forcing her down on him and staring at Kelly. This sent shivers down her spin. Suddenly the figure vomited from the gagging and still he held her. She fought violently to get away. She puked again. He released her and she coughed and gasped for her breath. He spit on her masked face and forced her back down on him roughly.
“Are you enjoying this” He asked Kelly
“Fuck you …you sick fuck” Kelly replied
The figure vomited again and he released her. “Are you enjoying this” he asked the figure.
“More….. Please” The figure gagged and choked. And more she got.
“Soon this will be you” He said to Kelly
“Never you prick” is all she said
He shoved his mouth fucked whore aside and came to Kelly and pushed her down onto her back. He was on top of her in no time his puke dripping dick between her tits
“Get off me …”Kelly protested but with little conviction, he would have his way with her and she knew it.
He grabbed her hard by the nipples and folded her tits over his dick, tit fucking her, never letting go of her nipples. He twisted and pulled her sensitive nipples till she was sure they were going to tear off and then he pulled harder, all the while he fucked her tits. Kelly screamed and cried and begged and pleaded but just spit in her open mouth and called her a whore and told her soon she would relish his attention.
The figure in the gimp suit approached Kelly and began to undue the zipper that covered her snatch. She kneeled over Kelly as if she was about to sit on her face but instead to Kelly’s horror the figure began to pee on her. The stinging fluid burnt her eyes and nose and ran all down her face to her hair. Kelly began to cry as the vomit ran down the suit on to her. She knew then in her heart of hearts that she wanted to be his slave….Why, was the only question she needed answered.
Detective Ann Marshal and her partner detective Patricia Roberts sat in there unmark white squad car debating the facts as they knew them. A white male about six feet tall medium build dark hair blue eyes and well dressed had visited Kelly Parsons at her school on the day of her disappearance. This description matched that given to them by the NYPD of a man who had allegedly coerced high school girls into numerous sexual activities. But the problem was that none of the victims would testify, so the man had never even been brought in nor identified by name. The fact of the matter was that over the last few years an alarming amount of cases where popping up where women of all ages where telling the same story of a group of men, organized and apparently wealthy would be keeping young women hostage for weeks on end and finally bringing them to a meeting of sorts were they would be used by all the men present. They usually numbered in the twenties or thirties. It was also reported that a lot of the men had women which they kept that would assist them in the keeping and training of the so called sex slaves. It appeared to be an international organization. Sadly though for law enforcement there was very little to go on and it seemed that every break lead to nowhere.
Both of the female detectives worked the sex crimes division. They were the only two women in the division and where very happy to be working together. They had been partners for about 2 years having even gone to the academy together.
Ann had to work hard to be accepted by her work peers. Being a black female in the police department was a double whammy. She was an outstanding police woman yet most of the men when they saw her just thought one of two things. Firstly they just really wanted to fuck her brains out. Ann was about as attractive as they get in the police force. She had grown used to the whispers of “look at that ass “or “look at the cans on that”.
Secondly the police department was sort of like an old boys club and some old boys don’t take well to blacks.
It was much the same for Trisha, all though she was white the men of the police department did not take lightly to her, she had a bit of a rough and tough attitude with the men. But she had also had to deal with the whispers of a various sexual nature for she was a tall blond more like the kind one would see in a strip club then on the force. Standing five foot seven she had a lean fit frame with long blond hair she kept up in a pony tail when she was at work. Her lovely green eyes had broken many hearts. It was hard for Trisha to hide her d cup breast from male scrutiny. She had such a tight and tiny figure her breasts just stood out.
The same could be said for Ann who was also very fit. At five foot three, her d cup breast stood no chance of concealment. Ann was a little more playful though and would when she was feeling hot would sometimes give her fellow officers an eyeful. Her long curly black hair gave her a rather enticing elegance. She also had, being a black woman that amazing gravity defying black ass.
Sandra watched as her master tongue fucked Kelly. Kelly had her wrists tied to her ankles and was suspended from the ceiling with a rope around her waist. She had a gag ball in her mouth and a dildo in her pussy.
He savagely devoured her little anus. Tongue after finger after tongue violated her anal cavity. Every now and again he would dildo her little cunt while he gave her the speech he had given all of them, the speech about control and ownership and how she would soon be living every second of her life wanting to please her master.
This brought a rush of memories to Sandra. Thinking back to her own training, that first night with the video camera. Sometimes she would watch that video and it would make her terrifically wet.
The words also saddened her for she remembered the night he had said them to Kate. How they had developed a love affair of sorts. Unconsciously Sandra’s hand found its place caressing her wet pussy lips. Sandra missed her loving Kate but would never for a second leave her master for her.
She watched as he plunged his hard rod into his latest toy. Her tight ass showing little resistance. Her muffled cries turned him on even more as he forced himself deeper into her. The sight got Sandra hot and quickly she rose to her feet and came to her master.
Kelly felt the pain of her violation and humiliation of her treatment. She was agonizing from being bound in this infernal position let alone being ass raped. He kept her head pulled back with a fist full of her hair, pulling mercilessly. His words caused the free flow of tears that ran down her cheeks.
Suddenly she felt him pull out of her. She could feel the cold air rush her gaping asshole. She heard him say something and the woman in the gimp suit left the room for a minute.
He took his place on the chair before them as she swung, suspended for the ceiling.
“I have a surprise for you … something out of the ordinary. I hope you like It.” he said to Kelly as she swung slowly from the ceiling, her asshole recovering from its violation.
Kelly panicked as she thought what the hell he could surprise her with. What he could do worse then this. It seemed though that Kelly knew little about her captor.
The latex covered woman entered the room again but this time to Kelly’s horror she was not alone. The gimps companion it seemed was a rather large and muscular canine. The Great Dane was muzzled and on a leash and in a moment was before Kelly sniffing her sore ass. Its hot breath sent shivers down her spin. From her position she could only watch as the beasts cock grew and swelled.
The gimp released the leash and returned to her master where she obediently slid his large cock into her ass. She began working him slowly, his hands on her hips controlling her pace and depth.
Kelly panicked when she felt the canine mount her, and felt pain when its fat, long prick entered her aching anal cavity. The pain was incredible as the beast passed its thick knot into her ass. Soon the dog was slamming away at her. Its claws’ marking her back and hips.
Soon the gimp rose from her master’s rod and fell to her knees as her came what seemed to be a gallon all over her masked face. She drank what she could.
After what seemed like hours she could feel the pace of the beast quicken and soon she heard the whine and sudden wash of warmth in her ass that signaled its ejaculation. She felt the pain as it pulled it fat knot and then the full length of its dick out of her. Soon she just swayed from the ceiling shamed pained and alone with her new companion who kept her awake and violated all night long.
Ann enjoyed the feeling of the hot water as it washed over her flawless body. She let out a long sigh as her soapy hands caressed her body. Ann always was first in the shower when she got home. She smiled as she heard the bathroom door open and closed her eyes and let the shower of hot water run on her face. She pretended not to hear her lover enter the shower with her. She moaned as she felt the tip of her lovers tool part her vaginal lips and slid its entirety into her. Her heavenly breasts swayed from back to front as her lover began to fuck.
“Babe pleases harder” She said as she felt fingers enter her ass. It had been a long day and she needed her release. She felt her lovers hand grab her waist and pull her back and forth. Ann’s hands reached for her large firm breasts, cupping and massaging them with her hands. She lightly twisted her nipples. Ann’s lover had always been very gentle to her but Ann had always enjoyed a more “hands on style” so to speak. Her lovers pace suddenly quickened Ann slid her hand down to her clit to help bring on the inevitable. She felt her orgasm rise deep from within her. Her moans grew to screams of passion as she shuddered from her orgasm. She twisted and turned and begged for her lover to fuck her deeper and faster. She could feel her vaginal walls being stretched. Catching her breath, and recovering from her climax, Ann turned to her lover to finish what they had started.
“Babe it’s my turn now” Ann said as she felt the dick slid from within her.
Ann watched as Trisha stroked for awhile and then remove the strap on and handed it to her. Trish lowered herself to her knees and waited as Ann put it on, starving to suck on the strap on as if it where a man’s dick. Trish always did this for Ann, knowing that she liked to watch. Her lips found there place and her desires took over. Soon Trish worked Ann rubber dick and could not wait to be fucked with it.
“Fuck it with your tits baby” Ann pleaded. Trish complied and wrapped her perfect tits around the rubber shaft. Her hard nipples pointed up. Tit fucking the fake dick, Trish sometimes wished it had been a man’s dick, she missed the taste of cum and how it felt when a man came for her.
Not long after, Trish was on her hands and knees fingering her sweet tasting snatch as Ann slid the rubber rod into her holiest of holes. Trish gasped as she felt the impaling of her ass. Ann knew Trish had a thing for anal sex but only seldom would she sodomize her lover, in an effort to keep it special. And this evening it was very special. But neither of them knew it yet. Ann fucked her slowly, so as to make the most of every thrust. Trish moaned and squirmed and in her ecstasy she had reached for the bottle of conditioner and had stuffed her dripping snatch with it. Soon the feeling of being double stuffed was too much. Her climax was loud and violent as Trisha’s cum squirted across the shower. Trish turned herself onto her back still impaled by the bottle and the strap on. She angled her squirting pussy up to shower her lovers face and body. Ann was shocked by the behavior and had no idea Trish was a squirter. Ann’s reaction was immediate as she pulled out the strap on and began to pee on her partner, covering her face and body filling her waiting mouth. They both could not believe what had just transpired, which lead to Ann’s second orgasm and as well as Trish’s gushing climax. Ann smiled sheepishly as she had never peed on her lover before then or on anyone for that matter.
The morning brought a bright sun as he rose from his bed and headed for the shower. He took this time to get his mental affairs in order. He had to concede that kidnapping a minor was serious matter. Keeping her locked in the basement was also a serious affair, let alone fucking the shit out of her. He also had to admit the fact that there were two women free and roaming that knew in detail that he was keeping her. These women were made to remain silent, yet still he felt uneasy.
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a sexy call girl makes a dreary night so much better
When we got to Jessica’s house, we got out of our vehicles, and walked inside. She had a two story house with a full basement. As we walked in, Jessica took her and Katie’s bras that she had from work, and threw them on the living room couch with her purse. Katie set her purse down on the couch as well.
“So, what do you guys want to drink?” Jessica walked into her kitchen and opened up a cupboard. It was her liquor cabinet. She had almost anything anyone would want in there. “Come here, pick your poison.”
Katie and I walked over to the cupboard and looked through it for a minute. “I’ll have a vodka-cranberry. You got cranberry juice?” Katie asked.
“Yup, it’s in the refrigerator. Jeremy? Whaddya want?”
“Oh, I’ll be easy, just a rum and coke. But make it a double. It’s been a long, hard week.” I looked at Katie, “No pun intended.”
Katie said, “Yeah right. No, I agree it did seem like a long week.”
Jessica poured our drinks and led us downstairs. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, Jessica turned on the lights. Her basement was big; she must have had the wall taken out to create more room. It was set up like a large bar. Neon lights on the walls, a dart board in the corner, there was a pool table and a full wet bar with two taps for beer. It was very nice. “Look, there, the grand finale,” Jessica pointed to the opposite corner. She had a small stage built and s shiny silver pole went from floor to ceiling. “Let me turn on the stage lights, hold on.” Jessica walked over behind the bar, flipped a switch and three spotlights turned on all facing the stage.
“That’s great! I love your basement. It’s big.” I told Jessica as I took a swig of my cocktail.
“Thanks. Yeah, we took the bedroom walls out a couple of years ago to make more room.”
“We?” I asked.
“Yeah, my boyfriend at the time and I. We broke up about a year ago and I kept the house. Let’s not talk about him, he’s an ass hole! So, Katie, are you ready to make some money?”
“Uh, no, not yet. You know that I need to get a couple of drinks in me before I even get close to that thing. Let’s play some pool for a bit.”
“I knew you would say that. I know how much you like wood sticks and balls.” Jessica said, walking over to take the cover off of the table.
“Shut up, you like ‘em too, and you know it. I honestly wanted to play a game or two of pool.”
“Hey,” I chimed in, “I have an idea. Let’s play cut-throat. And, to make it more interesting, I think if when you miss a shot, you either have to take a shot or take an article of clothes off. What do you say?”
Jessica got a big grin on her face, “Hell yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Katie, you in?”
“Yeah, sure, why not. I’m probably gonna be the first one drunk and naked anyway. Why not speed up the process?”
“Sweet, I’ll let you two fight over who wants to break. I’ll go last.”
“Katie, you can break, you’re the guest. I gotta warn you Jeremy, I don’t lose often. Ask Katie.”
Katie nodded her head. “That’s fine; I haven’t played in a while, so I’m probably not that great anyway.”
I racked the balls in the triangle and Katie broke. The game went on and after a while, Jessica and Katie only had their underwear and skirts on. I still had my shirt, pants and boxers on, but it was my turn. I got the cue, and went on a rampage, clearing the table. “Huh, looks like I won. Sorry girls. Another game?”
“Sure,” Katie said. “Do we start completely over? Or do we stay like this?”
“That is up to you two.”
Jessica spoke up, “I say we start over and make it fair.” We all put our clothes back on and I broke, sinking the 7 ball. I lined up for my next shot when Jessica walked over behind the pocked I was shooting at. She turned around, and bent over, exposing her ass to me, and the small g-string that barely covered anything and split her right up the middle. “Oops, I think I dropped something. Let me grab it.” She stayed there, like that, until I shot the ball. I missed badly. “Huh, Mr. Pool Shark missed a shot. Katie, pants or shirt?”
“Pants.” Jessica came over to me, unbuckled my belt and undid my button and zipper. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and pulled them off. My erection was sticking almost out of my boxers. As Jessica stood up, she brushed her hand against my hard-on, making it pop out of the opening in the front of my boxers.
“Well, well, what is this?” She grasped it, knelt down and studied it closely.
“I think you’re supposed to put it in your mouth Jessica,” Katie said as she walked over to us.
“Oh, like this?” Jessica opened her mouth, aimed my cock at it and inserted me into her mouth. “Hmmmm. That is nice.”
Playing along, Katie walked up, got on her knees and said, “What does it taste like Jess? Let me try it.” Jessica removed my cock from her mouth, but still holding it in her hand, guided me into Katie’s mouth. “Wow that is good. I need one of these all the time.” Katie bobbed her head back and forth on my rod as Jessica stroked me. Katie reached up to her shirt and started to unbutton it.
“Oh no you don’t. You can’t get away with it that easily girl,” Jessica said. “I know what you’re doing. You still gotta get up on the pole and strip for us.”
“Damn, at least I tried to get out of it. Well,” Katie chugged the rest of her drink, “Let’s go then.” She stood up and walked over to the stripper pole. Jessica stood up, still with my cock in her hand, and pulled me gently over to the chairs in front of the pole. I sat down, Jessica picked up Katie’s and my glasses, walked over behind the bar, turned on the music and refilled our glasses.
Jessica walked back over and handed me and Katie our drinks. Katie had another sip, set her glass down and started to move with the music. Jessica filled up her glass again, and came and sat in the chair next to me. She handed me a paper-clipped stack of Monopoly money and had one for herself. I looked at it and grinned. “I can’t give you real money, I don’t make that much,” Jessica said as she took a drink then set her glass on the table. We started tossing our fake money at Katie as she danced. She turned around, bent over and grabbed her ankles. She slowly stood up, sliding her hands up her legs, over her ass, across her stomach, pulling her shirt up a little, and brought her hands to her hair, pulling it up on the top of her head. She reached out, grabbed the pole and spun herself around it, ending up sitting on the stage floor with the pole pressing up against her crotch. She brought her right leg up around the pole and turned so she was on all fours, facing away from us. She crawled backwards toward me, putting her feet on either side of my head, and backed her ass up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked the small string going up her ass crack. “That’s hot!” Jessica said.
Katie crawled back fully onto the stage, spun around on her knees, and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. Jessica and I each took a few fake bills and set them on the edge of the stage. Katie unbuttoned her shirt all the way, but left it on. She bent over and picked up the money by squeezing her tits together on it. She stood up on her knees, holding her tits, then let go of them, letting the money fall to the floor. She stood up onto her feet, turned around and started to unzip her skirt. She slid it down her legs, bending over at the waist, and kicked it off at Jessica. Jessica caught it and threw it to the side. Katie brought her hands up the back of her legs and slipped her thumbs under her g-string. “Yeah, take it off girl!” Jessica yelled over the music. Katie slowly slid her g-string down her ass, stopping half way. She stood up, turned around and opened up her shirt, baring her beautiful chest. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock so I took a few more dollars and threw them at her. I saw Katie’s eyes as they drifted down my body to my re-hardening cock. She slid her shirt off of her arms, twirled it around in the air laughing and threw it at me. I tossed it to the side and refocused on her body.
Katie reached for the pole again, and spun around it a couple of times. She got back down on all fours and started to crawl toward Jessica. Jessica took a couple bills and put them in her mouth. Katie, rolled around so she was on her back and scooted toward Jessica, ass first. “Come here sweetie, I have something for you,” Jessica said. Katie moved so her feet were on either side of Jessica’s shoulders and brought her pussy up to Jessica’s face. Jessica moved her face up and laid the money on Katie’s shaved mound right above her pussy, and then she grabbed her g-string with her teeth and pulled her head back. Katie scooted backward on her ass letting Jessica keep the g-string in her mouth. Katie was now naked except for her shoes. I looked over to Jessica and saw that she was looking down at my cock that was growing harder each second. Katie turned around, got up on all fours again, and crawled back to the pole. My eyes turned to her glistening pussy while Jessica’s were still fixated on my cock. I watched as Katie got up on her feet, keeping her hands on the floor, and spreading her legs. Her pussy and ass were right there, waiting to be touched. I reached out but she was too far away. As I brought my hand back to my lap, I felt Jessica’s hand grasp my hard-on.
“Huh, what’s this mister?” She started to slowly stroke my shaft. She brought her other hand over and slid my boxers off.
“Now that’s not real fair,” Katie said. “Jessica, you’re the only one with your clothes still on. Come on Jeremy, Let’s get her naked too. I reached over and peeled Jessica out of her shirt as Katie leaned down and slid her mini-skirt off, pulling her g-string with it, exposing her cleanly shaven pussy. Jessica spread her legs a little and returned her hand to my cock. Katie got back up on the stage and continued dancing. She lay down on her back, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy with one hand as the other one grabbed her breast. Jessica looked up to see this. We both watched Katie for a little while. Jessica then turned to me, leaned over and aimed my cock at her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and made circles around the tip. Katie crawled over behind Jessica and spanked her. “NO! That’s mine.”
“Oh, sorry,” Jessica said as she sat back up.
Katie got back on the stage on all fours again. She crawled over to me, looked at Jessica and said, “See?” She grabbed my cock and put me into her mouth. She slowly slid her head down, taking the length of my cock into her mouth. She got her lips all the way to the base of my shaft the first time down. When she brought her head back up, she looked at me and smiled. “Do you like that Jeremy?”
“Oh yeah, that’s great. You can do that again.” I said.
Jessica stood up out of her chair and walked over behind me as Katie swallowed my cock again. Jessica put her hands on my chest and ran her fingernails down my chest and then back up. As she did this, she pressed her tits into the back of my shoulders. I could feel her nipples sticking out and poking me. I brought one of my hands behind me, found her leg and started to rub her inner thigh. Katie pulled her head up, releasing my dick from her mouth, turned her head sideways and licked my pole top to bottom and back up. The feeling was amazing. I tried to slide my hand up to Jessica’s crotch, but with her shoes still on, she was too tall. I grabbed her leg and pulled her around to the side of me. I pulled her leg up and put her foot on my leg, opening up her legs right in front of my face.
I leaned over and started to lick and kiss her inner thighs as Katie continued the oral assault on my cock, taking me into her mouth and bobbing up and down. Jessica started to moan the more I kissed her thighs. I slid my hand around to her ass, squeezed it, and pulled her pussy into my face. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick her clit. Katie pulled her head off of my cock and crawled up onto my lap. She sat down on my lap, pushing my cock up against my abdomen. She started to grind her wet pussy against my shaft. Jessica was getting nice and wet as I continued to lick her clit. I slid my thumb underneath her and inserted it into her wet slit. I brought my other hand to Katie. I found her stomach, ran my hand up to her chest, flicking her nipples with each finger as I went over them. Then, I took my hand, slid it down her chest, over her stomach, and down to her clit. My thumb landed on her clit and I started to rub it as she continued to grind on my cock. She started to grind faster on me the more I rubbed her. Jessica reached down with her hand, grabbed my cock, pushing Katie back, and started to stroke me. She stroked me a couple of times then aimed my cock down at Katie’s wet pussy. Katie raised herself up over my hard-on, and lowered herself onto me. This time, she was hot inside. It was nice and warm earlier, but now she was hot.
Jessica let go of my cock as Katie lowered herself all the way onto me and continued grinding. I never stopped licking Jessica’s clit; I moved my tongue faster over her clit. Jessica started to moan more. My brought my hand up from Katie’s clit to her chest and started to pull on her nipples. “Yeah, do that Jeremy. I love that!” I pulled harder on them and licked Jessica’s pussy faster. Jessica kept moaning more and more. “Shit, if it’s really that good Jess, you wanna switch? I need a good pussy licking.”
Jessica took her foot off of my leg as Katie stood up off of my cock. “Yeah,” Jessica said, “I want to feel his cock in my pussy.” They switched places. Katie put her leg up on me as Jessica had hers and Jessica positioned herself over my cock. She grabbed it and lowered herself on me. “Oh my God that’s big Kate.”
“I told you it was. I thought you could handle it no matter what size it was?”
“I though so, but damn,” Jessica replied. She lowered herself slowly half way onto my cock then she brought herself back up taking me out of her. She was trying to catch her breath. Jessica lowered herself again. I felt my head press against her wet slit as I started to lick and kiss Katie’s wet pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit, over her lips, to her g-spot and back. I could hear Katie start to moan a little so I moved my tongue around her clit faster. Jessica had re-inserted me into her and was trying to get her tight pussy all the way down on my cock. She was so tight it almost hurt. It felt so good to have such a tight pussy engulf my hard-on. She gasped and pushed herself down onto me and finally got the length of my cock into her. She sat there for a minute trying to catch her breath and make her pussy relax and open up to accept my rather large cock. Jessica slid back up and down again, moving slowly. I could feel her start to loosen and I could feel her juices lubing me up. She started to get more comfortable and began to move up and down on me a little faster. Katie was moaning now from my tongue going crazy on her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her slit more. I moved my tongue down and stuck it into her pussy. She tasted so good. I pushed into her a few more times then returned to her clit. I brought my hand up to her crotch and stuck one finger into her. This was pretty loose so I stuck a second one in, then a third. I had three fingers in her snatch and my tongue on her clit. Katie was moving her hips back and forth with the movement of my hand and tongue.
Jessica was bouncing up and down easier now, taking the full length of me into her cunt. She started to moan louder the more she fucked me. I was pumping against her movements, making sure I was penetrating her all the way. Katie grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard into her pussy. She started to scream and moan louder. She grabbed a handful of my hair, and said, “Open your mouth Jeremy. I’m gonna cu…OH SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” She yelled. I felt the small spray of her juice hit my tongue and lips. She tried to pull me mouth into her more but I couldn’t get any closer. I rotated my head side to side, keeping my mouth open around her pussy, but rubbing my top lip on her clit as much as I could, causing her to go crazy. The feel and taste of her cum in my mouth, made my balls tighten up. I twitched my cock inside of Jessica. She returned it by squeezing my cock with her already tight pussy.
“Oh my God Jess, I’m about to cum. I’m gonna cum!” I said in ecstasy.
“Go inside me. I love the feel of cum in my pussy.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I got my shot Wednesday. I’m good. Now fuckin’ cum in me.”
Her pussy tightened up around my cock more as I felt my balls push the cum up my shaft. I pushed up into her hard and let my cock explode into her pussy. Jessica screamed out of pleasure as she climaxed. She leaned toward me, grabbed my head out of Katie’s crotch and directed me to her chest. “Bite ‘em. Bite my tits,” she commended me. I obliged. I opened my mouth stuck my tongue out to find her nipple, and started to bite down on it. Katie reached her hand in between us and started rubbing Jessica’s clit. Jessica screamed more, tightened up her pussy and held her breath. I could feel her juices dripping down the base of my cock and onto my balls.
“Oh my God that was great!” I said, gasping for air. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. I mentally had to tell myself to breathe. I finally caught up with my heartbeat and pulled my head out of Jessica’s chest. I picked my head up and looked at Katie and Jessica. I was speechless, but they knew exactly what I was thinking. They each smiled at me, leaned down and kissed me, then each other. Jessica slowly stood up off of my cock, sliding it out of her dripping pussy. Katie bent down to lick Jessica’s juices off of me. She inserted me into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip, making me pull my sensitive cock quickly out of her mouth.
Jessica took a couple steps back and sat on the stage. I looked at her pussy. It was dripping wet and it appeared to be stretched out from my cock. “Look,” she said, pointing at her pussy. “I’m all wet and stretched out now. Damn that was a great fuck. Jeremy, your cock is amazing! I haven’t fucked like that in a long time. Holy shit.” She leaned back, putting her hands on the stage and caught her breath.
Katie stood up, letting my softening cock fall out of her mouth, and said, “You sure know how to eat a girl out too. That was great! I’m so glad I had the nerve to talk to you earlier. Otherwise, Jess and I would be out at some bar, getting hit on by some guys that we don’t even want to look at. Thanks for coming over.”
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Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I could feel myself losing control of the car and I swerved, trying to avoid letting the soft shoulder suck me too far into the ditch. At last the car stopped my foot heavy on the brake. For a few minutes, I just sat in the driver’s seat, gasping for breath and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as I tried to compose myself. Then, as my breathing stabilized I slowly started to get out of the car.
Everyone in this story is 18+
This story is for people with fetishes
The point of view changes
A Thousand and One Nights give you a lot of chances to get into trouble.
reoccurring vision or just a dream?
Kate’s first oral experience
I felt so guilty after the first time…
Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
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