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The Cheerleader Blues

The Cheerleader Blues
by Lubrican
Julie Osborne was one pissed girl. If you’d just looked at her for the first time, you would have wondered what in the world this girl had to be pissed about. She was beautiful, smart, had nice clothes, and lots of friends. She was a cheerleader – the head cheerleader in fact – and one of the most popular girls around. She didn’t have a car, but that was because she didn’t want one. She liked to be catered to, which often included making demands on her parents to take her places and so forth. She rarely lacked for a ride and had ridden the school bus only once. The hissy fit she’d thrown after that had convinced her father it was worth taking her so he wouldn’t have to listen to her bitch.
In short she was a rich, beautiful, spoiled, teenaged bitch.
Beautiful probably wasn’t the right word for her. “Living wet dream” would be better. Her auburn hair fell past her shoulders when it wasn’t up in a pony tail. Her breasts were softball sized, with perky little nipples that thrust up and out proudly when she sashayed down the street or hallway. Her hips provided the rest of the sashay and she knew how to use them. Her slim abdomen proved that she took her calisthenics seriously. She had a good body and she knew it and she was for sure going to keep it. Her eyes were a luminescent bright green that caused lots of people to think she was wearing colored contact lenses. She was tanned everywhere visible. She wore the tiniest bikini her father would suffer in public and an even smaller one in the back yard when she lay out in the sun. No one but her closest girl friends and family had ever seen her in that one. Even her brother perked up when she wore it.
Boys flocked around Julie like starving birds at an overturned grain truck. More males jerked off fantasizing about her than spilled their seed looking at Playboy magazines. Every one of them wanted to be the one who ended up between her sweet naked thighs one day.
But that wasn’t likely, because Julie was a virgin and she intended to stay that way. She had a reputation for being loose and fast, but that was of her own doing. With each boy she went out with, she’d let him feel her breasts, or kiss long passionate kisses, but when she felt that warm spot growing in her abdomen she knew it was time to call a halt. What she did then was pure genius. She invariably told the boy, whoever he was, that she wanted to let him, and she might let him, but only if certain things happened. Her rules were these: First, if anyone asked the boy how far he’d gotten, he was to smile and say he couldn’t say. Second, he could pretend he’d gotten as far as he wanted, but could not actually say he’d done anything at all. Third, he had to let her be in control of everything they did.
Of course every guy said “Yes”. Those who broke the rules never got to take her out again. Those who played by the rules at the very most got jerked off by her soft hand, but never seemed to get much further. Eventually they broke up with her, never knowing why they hadn’t succeeded where they just knew others had. So, while no man got to plumb her virgin depths, everyone thought others had.
Everything went fine until she lost the bet. It had been a stupid bet in the first place. Her friends had been tittering one day about a new guy in school and about how he had such a big bulge. They were making bets about which girl would get to see it first. Julie had said it was stupid to even care, but then Tanya, her primary rival in the ongoing popularity contest some girls play started needling her. It ended up as a bet between Tanya and Julie that each of them would see it first. Then the terms of the bet had to be decided. It was decided that whichever one lost would have to ask Morty Blakely out on a date and get him to come in his underwear. The cum-soaked underwear themselves were to be the proof. Morty was the school nerd and everyone knew that his mother still sewed his name onto all his clothes. One of the other girls had to be a witness to confirm the win. The bet was on.
Then, the next day, to everyone’s surprise, Tanya went right up to the new boy and offered him twenty dollars to show her his cock. She told him and Cindy Patterson to meet her in the locker room after school. She gave him the money, he showed his cock to Tanya and Cindy, and, in the time honored tradition of Capitalism, the bet was won.
Tanya had done it just to embarrass her and that’s why Julie was pissed. Julie had tried to wiggle out of the deal, saying Tanya had cheated, but the girls held her to the bet. She had to go out with Morty, jerk him off and get his cum-soaked skivvies as proof.
She approached him with a decided lack of glee.
“Hey Morton,” she said. He glanced up at her from where he was sitting in the library. His eyes got a little wider as he realized who it was addressing him.
“Uh … Hi Julie,” he said. His eyes looked big through his thick glasses. He had dark hair that was slicked back over his head. It looked greasy. Her stomach churned. He had on loose clothing that looked too big for him, like it was hand-me-downs from an older brother or something. For some reason she noticed his fingers, holding the book open. They were long and slender and very smooth.
“I need a favor, Morton,” she said, standing there, looking at him. “I don’t have a date Friday night and I wanted to go to the drive in.”
Morton gulped. She couldn’t mean she wanted to go with him. He had expected her to ask him to do a term paper for her, or something like that. He got lots of those. But he never did them. He was smart and he was that way because he studied. He wasn’t about to use his smarts to get other people credit. Especially people who were rude to him and hurt his feelings. People like Julie. He came to the conclusion she was playing with him, for some kind of cruel joke. He wasn’t going to play.
“I’m sure there are lots of guys who would love to take you to the drive in,” he said. “Why don’t you ask Brett, or Conway or one of those other jocks?”
Julie couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. It was almost like he didn’t want to go out with her. What a loser. But she had to make this happen.
“I’m quite sure you are right,” she said sweetly. “But I decided I wanted you to take me.”
Morton’s eyes narrowed. He looked around, trying to see who was hiding and watching. He didn’t see anyone. Julie saw him peering around and looked herself, to see what he was looking at. When she looked back at him he was looking at her face. That got her attention for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on.
“You want me … to take you … to the drive in Friday night.” He said it flatly, staring at her face the whole time. “That was it!” she thought. He was looking at her FACE, not where every other guy she’d ever talked to had looked. They all talked to her breasts. She wondered why this man wasn’t staring at her breasts. Maybe he was gay.
“Yes” she said automatically. Then “Are you gay?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She blushed. “I didn’t mean that,” she said. He was staring at her open mouthed. His mouth shut in a grim line.
“Look, Julie, I’m sure you’re having a lot of fun, but I have studying to do.” He dropped his gaze back to the book and ignored her.
She folded her arms under her breasts. What was he doing? He couldn’t just ignore her! She was the most popular girl in school! She had just given him the opportunity that at least fifty boys would cut off their right arms to get. She was going to actually touch his pathetic little peter, for pity’s sake! Of course he didn’t know that. But nobody ever just ignored her.
Julie stamped her foot in anger. “Look, Morton. I asked you to take me to the movies. Will you do it or not?” She glared at him.
Morton looked up at this vision of loveliness. He noticed those luscious looking breasts as his eyes went by them, but he very intentionally kept his eyes moving until they were locked on her eyes. She was pissed off! He could see it in her eyes. He wondered what was going on. It had to be a joke, or some kind of cruel game.
“Why do you want me to take you to the movies?” he asked quietly.
Julie was taken aback. Why did anyone go to the movies? To see a movie and make out. Everyone knew that. She had a horrible feeling that he had somehow found out about the bet. His eyes looked deep, like she could fall into them. Why was he staring at her face? “Well … I … uh … um… I just want you to, OK?” she was flustered. She was so flustered that she added “Please?”
He looked around again. Still nobody watching them. He made his decision on impulse. “OK,” he said, and was immediately sorry he’d done so. He looked back down at his book.
Julie stood there. She’d gotten past the first hurdle. Now what? Now he was ignoring her again. Who was this boy? Why didn’t he react like all the others? “You do have a car … don’t you?” she said.
He looked back up. “My folks have a van. I can probably borrow it. That OK?”
She was unnerved by his calmness. She nodded her head and fled.
That night the phone rang. It was Morton. “What time and where do you want me to pick you up?” he asked. She wanted to groan. She gave him the information and dreaded the weekend for the rest of the week.
Promptly at 8:30 Morton knocked on the door of Julie’s house. He was nervous. He’d never been on a real date before. He’d never really thought about going out with a girl.
He didn’t have to.
He had three older sisters and they had all three been fucking him regularly since he was twelve. It was sort of a family tradition. His parents believed that siblings who slept together would form a bond that would last a lifetime, and that his sisters, if he kept them happy, would not sleep around with just any guy. For the most part they had been right. His eldest sister Lee Anne had just gotten married at age 23. Ruth, the middle one was 20 and engaged. Both of them had moved out in the last several years, leaving only Leticia. Now he and Leticia were the only ones left. She was insatiable, and he was glad she was the only one he had to keep happy any more. He knew it was a weird life, but he was used to it. One of the things he’d been worried about was that someone had found out about his family’s habits and told Julie. And that all this, whatever it was that was going on, was the result.
When he’d driven up to her address he went on by, looking all around, trying to find the cars of other kids he knew must be waiting to play some joke on him. There was nothing. Finally he’d parked on the street and gone up. A woman opened the door. “Hello,” she said with a questioning look.
“Hi. I’m Morton. I have a … date … with Julie.” He could tell the woman was Julie’s mother. She was very beautiful herself, with the same hair and body as her daughter.
“Morton,” said the woman, looking at him speculatively. “Well, Morton, come on in. Julie’s never ready on time. I must say it’s refreshing to have a boy actually come to the door to pick her up. Usually they just sit in the car and honk.”
Morton went in and immediately found himself being catered to by Julie’s mom. She brought him a drink and put a plate of cookies on the end table beside him. Then she sat in a chair to one side and began talking to him. He was uncomfortable at first. Adults didn’t usually talk to him much. It was because he was usually smarter than they were. He had an impossibly high I.Q. and most people found his intellect intimidating. But Mrs. Osborne turned out to be one smart lady herself and in no time they were chatting about a number of things. He was actually enjoying himself when Julie walked into the room. “Mom! Morton! I … uh … I didn’t know you were here.” Morton had stood as soon as she came into the room. Mrs. Osborne commented “And he has manners too! Julie, where did you find this delightful young man?”
Julie shot a look of daggers at her mother, who didn’t notice because she was still looking at Morton. “Mom, you’re embarrassing me,” she growled. Her mother turned a surprised look on her. Julie could sense questions coming and said hurriedly “Come on Morton, we have to go.” She left immediately, leaving her mother and Morton behind. Mrs. Osborne saw Morton staring wistfully at her retreating daughter and put her hand on his arm. She was surprised to find that under the baggy shirt he was wearing his arm felt thick and muscular.
“Give her a chance,” she said as he looked at her surprised. “She’s not really the bitch she just appeared to be.” Then she smiled at Morton, patted him on the arm and said “Have fun.”
Julie was already sitting in the van when he got outside. It was a camper, really. His dad loved to go out camping and the van was his concession to technology while camping. Basically it was a place to sleep in a dry and warm environment. It didn’t have much else in the back other than the big wide bed and a lot of storage compartments. The front had everything someone on the road might want. There was a GPS unit, a nice radio/stereo, lots of places to put food and drink. All the windows had curtains and shades that could black it out in daylight if needed.
Julie was looking at the bed when he got in. “Don’t get any ideas Morton,” she growled at him. He glanced at the bed and then back at her. For the first time he looked at her as a female of his species. She was good looking for sure. He didn’t look at women the way other boys his age did. A woman was an instrument who could be played, once you knew where her buttons were. With all three of his sisters he had learned how to leave them completely limp, almost lifeless after what they could only term as amazing orgasms. Morton enjoyed spurting his semen in a woman just as much as the next guy, but when you had three of them to service you had to pace yourself. He had therefore studied the female anatomy and he knew every one of the supposed 97 erogenous zones on the female body. He had seen sex as a chore for several years until he had learned enough to get them off easily.
Nowadays the game he played was trying to time his own orgasm to coincide precisely with his sister’s. He’d gotten pretty good and was usually able to unleash his balls and feel his sperm traveling through his penis just at the same time his sister’s pussy clamped down on him. Now, looking at Julie, he wondered which places on her body would leave HER limp. It was obvious she wasn’t interested, but he wondered.
“Julie?” he said as he started the van and drove off. “What’s going on?”
She knew his words weren’t a greeting. She tried to play dumb. “Oh, not much.”
He looked over at her. “Julie, look, I know you don’t want to go out with me, OK? Any idiot could see that. So what’s all this really about?”
Julie finally looked at him. He wasn’t whiny, like she thought he’d be. He didn’t talk with a funny voice, like she thought he would. Her mother had been deep in conversation with him, and her mother NEVER talked to any of the boys she went out with. Her mother referred to most of the boys she dated as “Bags of testosterone.” He was different than boys she’d been around and she didn’t quite know how to act. She couldn’t just tell him she needed his shorts full of cum. He’d dump her out and then she’d be completely uncool. But if she tried the usual things she did to get a boy drooling, somehow she knew they just wouldn’t work. She didn’t know how she knew, she just knew it.
Things weren’t turning out the way she’d planned. She thought about what Tanya had done with that new boy. Hmmmmmmmm.
“Look Morton. I’ll give you fifty dollars if you’ll cum in your underwear and give them to me.”
Even a genius can be caught off guard. The van did go off the road and into somebody’s lawn, but he missed two cars and a garden Gnome. He found himself parked on the sidewalk and hastily backed into the street. He drove a block and pulled over. He turned in the seat and looked at her. She looked upset and nervous.
“You want me to ejaculate into my underwear and then give them to you. And for this you’ll give me fifty dollars.” He said it very clearly, so there was no mistake about what she heard.
“Yes,” she said, looking out the front of the van. “Will you do it?”
“No.” He put the van in drive and pulled back out.
Julie was in a panic. “A hundred! I’ll give you a hundred dollars.”
He kept driving. He turned a corner and then another. It was obvious he was headed back to her house. Julie wanted to cry. How had this turned out so badly? Her life was going to be ruined. Tanya would be the queen of the school and no one would like her any more. She HAD to win. “OK OK, I’ll tell you what happened. But don’t take me home. Please Morton … I’ll tell you.”
Again he pulled over. She looked at him and felt a little ashamed. “Look, I promise I’ll tell you. But could we just go on to the drive in? I mean, forget what I said. I’m an idiot, OK? Let’s just go and watch the movie and I’ll tell you what’s going on and then you can take me home. OK? Please?”
For the second time with this girl Morton went on impulse. He pulled back out and drove to the drive in. Neither of them said a word until they were there. Because he was driving a tall vehicle, the attendant told him he had to park on the back row. There were very few vehicles there, but Julie actually felt relieved that they wouldn’t be surrounded by cars.
She looked at him. He was waiting patiently. “Look, I promised and I will. Let me go get us something to snack on. I’ll buy. This is all my fault.” She got out and walked toward the concession stand. Morton assumed she’d hook up with a friend and he’d never see her again until they all laughed at him in school. He almost started the van and drove off, just to show her he wasn’t playing.
At the concession stand Julie saw her friends. They huddled all around her wanting to know who she was there with and so on. The usual stuff. She knew if she didn’t tell them they’d be curious and follow her back to the van. She didn’t want that. “I’ve got Morton out there and I’m about to settle the bet.” The girls all squealed and Julie told them to keep it down. “He’s going to be a tough nut to crack. He’s so shy he won’t even talk to me or look at me. I don’t want to scare him off, so don’t come around and bother us. I think he’s already suspicious. It may take a couple of dates to do this without making him so mad he won’t ever do another paper for us.” She was proud of herself for delaying the inevitable, and the girls bought it. She also reminded them not to tell Tanya because Tanya would try to screw it up. They agreed. She sighed with relief, got popcorn and soda and went back to the van.
When he saw her coming with the food balanced precariously in her arms Morton peered carefully at her. He was trying to be sure it really was her and not some jock trying to sneak up on him – part of the big joke he was still sure was going on. But it really was her. She got in and handed him some popcorn and a drink. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I just got Coke,” she said. The previews came on the screen.
He gave her ten minutes. “Look, Julie, I know this is some kind of joke or something. So why are we dragging it out. Call in whoever is going to throw water on me, or steal my pants or whatever it is and let’s get it over with. I could be reading a good book right now.”
Julie was startled. He really was pretty smart. It hurt her feelings a little bit that he thought she’d play that kind of joke on him. She wasn’t mean like that. And the thought that he’d rather be reading a BOOK than be out with her was enough to start her blood simmering. Still, the only hope she had was that after telling him the real deal he’d either have pity on her, or need the money enough to do it. So, she took a deep breath and told him the truth.
It was quiet for a while when she finished. Finally he spoke. “So she gave the guy 20 bucks to see his penis so she could win the bet and put you down, and now you figure I’ll do what you want for a hundred so you can put her down. Is that about it?”
Well, when you put it that way, it didn’t sound very nice, she thought. “Well, I supposed that’s technically correct,” she said. “But I didn’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s just that all the girls will like her better than me if I don’t.”
“And these are the people whose friendship you crave.” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement. “These people will abandon you if you can’t manage to come up with a pair of my stained jockey’s.” Why did he have to put it like that? “You people are so sad,” he finished. She wanted to be mad, but, for some reason couldn’t.
It was quiet for a while longer. “I’ll make you a deal,” he said.
Her hopes were revived. “What kind of deal?” she said hesitantly.
“You answer my questions truthfully, then you do what I tell you to do, and I’ll do it for free.”
She was immediately suspicious. “OK to the questions, but I’m not going to promise to do just anything you tell me to. There are some things I won’t do.”
“Well thank goodness for that. Maybe you aren’t a total loss after all,” he said grimly.
She was incensed. Who did he think he was to talk to her that way? But he said he’d do it. She was saved! “OK, what are the questions?”
“Are you a virgin?” he said with a straight face.
“Are you out of your mind?” she screeched “That’s none of your business. I’m not …”
“You promised to answer my questions,” he said simply.
“Shit,” she said disgustedly. “Look, all this is between us, right? I mean what we say in this van goes no further. It has to be that way or you can take me home right now and I’ll figure something else out. What are you, some kind of pervert?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m the kind of pervert who tries to pay a hundred dollars for some cum-stained underwear. You’re in good company.”
She shut her mouth. Damn him. “Will this stay between us?”
“It will,” he said simply.
“OK, yes. I’ve never had sex.” She whispered it.
“Thank you,” he said. “Why, if you’ve never had sex, do you allow all those boys to claim they’ve been in your panties?”
That surprised her. She’d expected him to demand that she take said panties off or something. “Well, if you have the reputation, boys will do … almost anything to get a chance to … you know. I mean if everybody knows you’re a virgin and that you don’t … you know … then nobody would ever ask you out.”
He was shaking his head. “You people are soooo sad. OK. I understand that. Now, do you masturbate?”
“SHIT!” she moaned. “Please don’t make me answer that question. Why do you want to know all this anyway?”
“Call me a student of humanity,” he said. “I’m curious about what makes people like you tick. I’m also deciding what I’m going to ask you to do in exchange for my ‘cum soaked jockeys’,” he said.
“Look, buster, like I said. I AM a virgin, and I’m going to STAY a virgin. And while I may masturbate, no boy has ever seen me do it, and neither will you, so if that’s what you have in mind, forget it.”
“Tell me how you masturbate,” he said. She took a big breath and he went on “I know, I know, I must be some kind of pervert. Look, trust me on this, OK? I’m not a pervert and there really is a good reason for me asking you. I’m thinking about doing something nice for you. Just answer the question.”
Now she was quiet for a while. Then she said “OK, I’ll tell you, but answer me this first. Do you have a hardon right now?”
“No.”
She reached over and put her hand on his lap. She felt around and squeezed his obviously flaccid penis.
“Are you gay?”
“No.”
“If you aren’t gay, why don’t you have a boner right now? Every guy I’ve ever known who even thought about female masturbation got hard as a rock.”
“I don’t have a ‘boner’ right now because you aren’t acting sexy in any way, shape or form. Right now the chick on the screen is sexier than you are.” He didn’t say it like he was trying to hurt her feelings. He just sounded like he was answering her question.
My, but he was a strange one.
So she took a breath and described how she rubbed herself when she was alone in her room and was horny. She was describing how she put her fingers on her pussy when he interrupted. “Do you use one, two, three or all four fingers? Are they loose or stiff?” She was so surprised that he’d ask something that specific she just blurted out the answer “I use all four and they’re stiff.”
“Do you ever put anything inside you?”
This was weird, but it was also just a little exciting now. Here she was describing to a complete stranger, and a boy at that, how she did some very intimate things. Yet he wasn’t slobbering all over her, or rubbing his cock or anything like that. He sounded genuinely interested, which was the strangest thing of all. “Sometimes, yes. I have a … hair brush that has a nice smooth handle on it … ” She stopped. She was blushing! “This is so embarrassing,” she said.
“You’re doing fine. Don’t get embarrassed. We’re just talking about biological processes. Think of it as a medical procedure that’s used to get the body to do a specific response.” She thought that was a very odd way of thinking about it.
He asked her all sorts of other odd questions, like where she tingled when a boy touched her, and what tickled, and what kind of perfume she liked the best. He asked her what her favorite foods were. He asked her if she played with her breasts when she masturbated and what parts of her body boys had actually seen or touched. He asked her if she’d ever had a full body massage. She didn’t even know how to answer that one. Finally he seemed to be out of questions. Now what would he do?
Finally he spoke. “OK, here’s what I want you to do. First, I want to give you a full body massage. That will be tonight.” He could sense her unease. “I won’t touch you anywhere that you would call sexual. I won’t touch your breasts or between your legs. However you’ll have to be only in panties, so I don’t have to deal with clothing being in the way. I will stay completely clothed. That’s tonight. Then I want you to go out with me again. If, after that date, you are unhappy with anything that happens tonight or on that date, I’ll give you your ‘cum soaked skivvies’ and we’ll be done.”
Julie thought long and hard. No boy had ever seen her in only her panties. Of course they covered more than her bikini did, but that wasn’t the point. “You won’t touch me anywhere I tell you not to?” she asked.
“Right,” he said flatly.
She told him to wait in the front while she went to the back and got undressed. It was dark enough she knew he couldn’t see her back there. She shivered and heard him turn on some kind of fan. She felt warm air flow over her. She stretched out on the bed, face down. She was very nervous. “OK,” she said tightly.
He came into the back and rummaged in a storage box. He came up with something in his hand. “This is some oil that will let my hands slide on your skin,” he said. She expected him to start on her back, but the first thing he touched was her foot. He picked it up and began pressing and twisting it around. His hands were firm and warm.
No one had ever done this to her feet.
It felt marvelous.
Everything he did felt marvelous.
She couldn’t believe how wonderful she felt with his long fingered hands moving across her body. She was an athlete, and was well muscled under her smooth skin. He found all those muscles and pressed into them, causing what at first felt like pain, but then turned into sweet release as each muscle relaxed. At one point his hands were between her legs, working her inner thighs. He was within an inch of her pussy, but he never brushed it or touched it in any way. Even there his hands felt wonderful and she wasn’t worried about them at all. By the time he’d gotten to her neck and scalp she was limp all over. Her body jiggled loosely as he manipulated it. He spoke softly for her to turn over and she did so automatically, not even thinking she was exposing herself in a way no boy had ever seen. Of course it was dark in the van, but she knew the light coming through the windshield was enough that he could see her.
For some reason that didn’t bother her.
He started at her feet again, stretching each toe, rubbing between them, rotating her ankles. When he worked the front of her thighs he hit muscles she used all the time in her cheerleading routines. She groaned as he prodded and poked and suddenly she felt that warm ball in the pit of her stomach. The one that scared her. The one that meant she was going to have to masturbate when she got home. She was amazed that she could feel that way with Morton, but then she thought “No boy has ever made me feel this good before.”
Always before, when she felt that warning sensation she called everything to a halt. But this time she didn’t. What he was doing felt too good. And besides, he hadn’t touched her in a sexual way at all.
She let him continue.
He finished his deep probing, deftly skipping around her breasts, though he was able somehow to work on the muscles that supported them high on her chest. She’d never felt anything that good in her life and part of her wished his hands would have worked their magic on her breasts too. Other boys had touched her there, but she knew his hands would be better – much better. Now his touch lightened and his fingers caressed. One finger traced a line from her neck across her collar bone, down beside her breast, to her waist and then made an intricate pattern on her abdomen. She felt her pussy beginning to get damp. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She hadn’t been this excited since the very first time a boy had exposed his penis to her. Then he did the other side of her body. Now she wanted him to use those fingers on her breasts. “Morton?” she said softly.
“Yeah?” he said quietly.
“You can touch my breasts … if you want to.”
He smiled in the dark.
He continued his light touch, going over her legs and the bottom of her feet. He unbound her pony tail and massaged her scalp and face as she ooooohed and ahhhhed. Finally his fingers approached her breasts. She held her breath, anticipating the pleasure.
“Breathe,” he said, and she let it out just as his fingers began to cover the place she wanted him to touch. They traced circles around her nipples until she squirmed.
“Don’t tense up,” he murmured, and she relaxed again. He pressed his oil-covered palms over her nipples and worked the flesh firmly, rotating the underlying tissue and stretching the muscles that connected. She sighed and lay limp. Then the feather touch again and his fingers actually reached her small up thrust nipples. He strummed them, and then pinched them lightly, all the time running his fingertips around and over her mounds. She was on cloud nine. The ball of heat in her groin was getting bigger – hotter. Her pussy was actually wet now. She knew it. He was touching her in ways she hadn’t imagined anyone could touch her.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Would you like to have an orgasm now?”
“YES!” she thought. A small nagging thought crossed her mind. She couldn’t let him touch her there. But it would feel so good to let go and feel it. And she was so close already. “Yesss,” she hissed “But…”
He was still right by her ear. “Don’t worry,” he whispered and she shivered at the feel of his hot breath in her ear. “I promised”. Then he stuck his tongue out and licked her throat under her ear at the same time he pinched her nipples hard. His tongue flitted to her ear lobe and neck in several places as his fingers pulled her nipples away from her body and then let them snap back. Her back arched with that pull and she felt the dam break in her loins as the sweet pain in her nipples streaked to her pussy and back again. Now the only thing he was touching was her throat, with his tongue, and the explosion in her pussy waned, leaving her feeling sated, satisfied, limp, and relaxed. He leaned over and kissed her gently, lightly on the lips, and sat back.
Julie breathed deeply and turned her head to look at him. Morton sat there quietly, beside her. She lifted her hand and put it in his lap, feeling. He was erect. Very erect.
“Thank goodness,” she sighed. Suddenly he was laughing.
They talked in the dark, and somehow she didn’t feel naked, though she very nearly was. They had shared something more intimate than anything she had ever done, but she didn’t feel threatened or nervous at all. They talked about little things, school, what they wanted to do after school, nothing in particular. She realized the movie was over and people were leaving. She couldn’t believe so much time had passed. His massage had lasted over an hour.
And he hadn’t tried anything. Even though he’d gotten very hard. She couldn’t get over how different he was from the other boys. He went back to the front while she got dressed.
“Thank you,” she said as she sat back down in the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe that happened. I’ve never done anything like that in my life.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said. “You have good muscles.”
Now it was she who laughed. She’d been almost completely naked, let him touch her and all he could say was that she had good muscles.
He stopped in front of her house and got out to walk her up to the door. “So …” he said.
“Next week?” she said simply. He smiled and nodded. She felt that heat in the pit of her stomach again, and on impulse kissed him on the lips. “I had a great time,” she said.
And she meant it.
The next week was at once agonizingly slow in passing and so quickly gone she almost wasn’t prepared mentally for their next date. She had gone up to her room and masturbated TWICE after he left. She couldn’t get over the feel of his fingers on her body, his tongue on her neck. She knew she’d let him touch her again, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen. She started to worry, but remembered he’d done only what she’d asked him to do, and nothing more.
She blew her friends off, saying she had another date with him, and that she was going to succeed. Tanya smirked.
On Monday a strange thing had happened. A girl whose name she knew was Leticia came up to her. Leticia was a quiet girl who stayed in the background, and Julie had never talked to her before. Leticia stopped in front of Julie and said “You went out with my brother Friday night.”
Julie’s mouth opened. This was Morton’s sister? “Yeah, I guess I did,” she said.
Leticia smiled and said “Thanks. I haven’t seen him like that in years. You going out with him again?”
Julie wondered what in the world the girl was talking about. “Yeah, we have another date planned.”
Leticia smiled again and just said “Goody.” Then she left. What a strange girl, Julie thought. Of course she saw Morton during the week. He’d gotten a haircut and his hair looked fluffier, cleaner. He didn’t rush up to her and posture in front of everyone when he saw her. He just smiled and nodded his head. She felt that ball of warmth in the pit of her stomach again, just from seeing him. She couldn’t wait for Friday night.
Mrs. Osborne noticed the change in her daughter too. Saturday Julie had been up early, was bright and cheerful, and didn’t snarl at either of her parents all morning. When she asked Julie how her date with “that nice boy” went Julie didn’t scowl or avoid the question. She looked blank and said “He is nice, isn’t he?” Then she said “I had a great time.” Mrs. Osborne looked at her husband, whose eyebrows were raised. She shrugged and said “Maybe we could have him over for dinner some night?” Normally that was the kiss of death, and a boy thus invited was never seen or heard of again. Julie was humming and just said “Yeah, that’d be cool.”
As soon as she could get away Marge Osborne went to her daughter’s laundry hamper and fished out the panties closest to the top. They smelled like turned on daughter, but there was no evidence of sperm in them. She’d have to keep an eye on this young man. She’d also have to talk to her husband and see if Doc Wilson would be willing to prescribe the pill for Julie. She’d never seen Julie acting like this about a boy.
This Friday night, when Morton showed up to collect Julie, both her mother AND father answered the door. He was invited in and recognized he was being grilled and evaluated. Julie either said something or acted different after their previous date. But he engaged the adults and enjoyed talking to them. He was telling them about the bluegrass concert he and Julie were going to that night, and how the banjo player was considered to be the third fastest player on earth when Julie came down. She smiled and said “Hi Daddy, Hi Mom. Hi Morton, ready to go?” She took Morton’s hand and led him out the door.
Her father had a grim look on his face as they left. “Call Doc Wilson first thing Monday.”
As they drove toward the town the concert was in Julie said “Morton, can I ask you some questions tonight?”
“Sure,” he said.
“Do you like me?” she said.
It wasn’t a question he’d expected her to ask. “Yes, I think I do. At first I thought you were a spoiled rich … But I think there’s hope for you after all.”
She grinned at him. “I am a spoiled bitch. But try not to flatter me so much. I might think you were trying to get into my panties.”
They rode for a while. “How come you got a hardon … last time, but you didn’t try anything with me?”
He thought about it. He’d guessed right about her primary erogenous zones. He’d been trying to win a victory, but her response had been so genuine and trusting that he’d ended up having a lot of fun. He’d originally planned on leaving her frustrated, but then had wanted to see what kind of orgasm she’d have. He’d gotten pretty fired up himself. He knew if he actually fucked her she’d go absolutely crazy. “I promised you I wouldn’t touch you sexually. I broke that promise, but only after you said I could. I didn’t think you were asking for anything more than what I gave you. If you’re asking whether or not I thought about it, well, I think you found out about that afterward.”
She waited a while for the next question. “What kinds of things are you going to make me do tonight?”
“I’m not going to MAKE you do anything, tonight or ever. I like making you feel good, and I’d like to do that tonight. Whatever that turns out to be will make me feel good too.”
She said very quietly “Are you going to touch me … anywhere else?”
He felt his prick begin to fill. He knew that tone. “Only if you want me to.”
Even more quietly “I think I might want you to.”
They rode on in silence. Then she said “Um … when … when we um … well I mean when it’s time to get … what I need for the … bet … can I …help?”
“I think I’d like that a lot,” he said.
“Do we have to go to the concert?”
“I promised your parents I’d bring them a CD of the group.”
So they went to the concert, talked the door man into letting them buy a CD and then left. He drove to a state lake nearby, to a campground where the camper fit in. Julie was breathing hard as she climbed into the back.
“Do you want another massage?” Morton asked her.
“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think I just want you to … touch me.”
He lit a scented candle. “You want another orgasm?” he said softly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Take your clothes off,” he said.
This time she took everything off. She lay down on the bed, on her side, watching as he too began to disrobe. He was waiting for her to tell him to stop, but she never did. The last thing he removed was his underwear. He was hard. She gasped as it was bared to her. She looked at it like a bird looks at a snake.
She managed to speak “No, you’re definitely not gay.”
This time he used his lips instead of his fingers. She was his almost immediately as she submitted to his expertise. As his lips grazed across the pattern he made on her abdomen he saw her legs begin to part all by themselves. He could smell her arousal.
Julie knew he was going to go lower. She knew she shouldn’t let him, but she knew she would. In fact she couldn’t wait for him to get there. Her legs opened all by themselves. As he moved around to climb onto the bed her knees bent, coming up toward her head, and then they fell apart as she opened herself completely to him. He leaned down and feasted. Her world exploded into bright sparks.
This was going faster than he wanted it to. He hadn’t planned on doing anything other than give her another orgasm tonight. But his own need was pulsing in his prick. He hadn’t felt like this in years. She was everything he’d ever wanted and had never had. After their last date he’d fucked Leticia three times that night. Now he knew he’d fuck Julie too. Part of him didn’t want to, but he knew if he didn’t stop now he’d fill her with his seed. He didn’t want to break his promise. He went to work on her pussy with his lips, tongue and teeth. She had a large clit and he knew he could suck the whole thing into his mouth.
Julie hadn’t known what to expect. No one had ever touched her down there. This was completely new. When his mouth descended on her pussy she thought she’d just die. She came immediately, and before that one was over another one was flooding into her veins. Her blood was on fire. She grabbed his head and pulled it into her frantically as her knees came up even further. Now her heels were off the bed and she was arching her back. Then her heels slammed down onto the bed and her pussy thrust up, opening, trying to push against his mouth. She was sobbing with relief and joy, calling his name over and over. She felt his mouth work its way up through her pubic hair and onto her abdomen, which was still cramping from the last orgasm. His lips worked their way to her breasts and onto her nipples. No boy had sucked them before. As his mouth captured one the electricity it generated shot to her pussy. She felt something there, at her opening. Her hand flailed, grasping. It was his penis, long and hard, a spear that would tear her, rip her, and fill her.
She had to have it.
She pulled on it, pulling it toward her gaping vulva. He raised his head. “Julie?” he said warningly.
“Ohh please,” she groaned. “Please Morton. I’ll just die. I’m on fire.”
“Julie, listen to me. I don’t have a rubber.”
“Ohhhh I don’t care. Pleeease, I can’t stand it.”
And now she had it there, rubbing her clit frantically with the head, swabbing her opening.
“Pleeeaaaase,” she whispered and thrust up at it as he drove down.
She had no hymen. It was long gone to tampons. She was wet, slick. There was no impediment to the passage of his long hard cock. In one slow, smooth stroke he was sheathed in her belly completely, his pubes meshing with hers. No further motion was needed. She was gloriously full of hard cock, her clit mashed between them, her emptiness filled. She trip hammered her pussy up against him as continuous orgasms shuddered through her body. Her unused pussy muscles spasmed and began to grip the invader. They strained against each other as she wailed her joy. He tried to hold it in. He didn’t want to knock her up, didn’t know if she was fertile at the moment or not. But her obvious joy, her urgent need and her gift to him was too much. His prick swelled and then belched a long rope of sperm-laced semen into her womb. He grunted as his cock followed up with four more thick ribbons of his thick seed, flushing her belly with the life-giving fluid. As he sagged on her he hoped he hadn’t just done something to hurt her.
Finally her gasping calmed under his weight. Her arms were around him, holding him close. She was kissing his hair. He raised his head to look at her face. The candle light glinted green from her eyes.
“Again,” she panted.
He was glad now that Leticia was insatiable. It was only because of what he’d had to learn to satisfy her that he was able to perform for Julie. She demanded more, and this time, because his own need wasn’t so urgent, he was able to pay attention to her whole body. He was amazed at how much it took, but he was finally able to fuck her senseless.
Julie moaned as she swam toward consciousness. She felt suffused with a hot glow of satisfaction. As she became more and more aware she felt different parts of her body in ways she’d never felt them before. She felt a satisfied ache in her pussy, and a heavier wet heat that she knew was his ejaculate inside her. Rather than feel horrified that he had come in her, she wished the feeling would never go away. Even her breasts felt good, like the sun was shining on them. His weight was gone. She felt the heat and pressure of his body beside her. She opened her eyes and turned her head to see him gazing at her. He was on his side, his now flaccid penis resting on her thigh. She smiled at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly.
“I’m not,” she said back.
“I mean about the underwear,” he said. “I didn’t save anything to put on the underwear.”
She smiled tiredly. “And if I have my way you never will.”
The End

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Barndance

I was home when family left for shopping. I decided to go into my barn as I was completely alone and then, I was along no more.

Joe chapter 13

Thanks for the reviews and ideas. Joe’s storyline is already determined and I have my own surprise twist for him to cum later. I may unveil it through another character or may write a chapter 14 later on. Not sure but what happens to him is already in motion. Hope you like it.

Five On Her

**Finally finished another one of my stories…trying something a bit different this time..hope u like it…comments very appreciated! 🙂 RYAN!
The experience I wanted to share is about my friend’s wife Britney (not her real name) who’s always been a flirt and a cock tease with me and several other guys in the past, but we never imagined she would go as far as she did one night about 10 years ago when we were all just fresh out of high school. She invited herself over to a friend’s house where 5 of her husband’s friends, including myself, were just hanging out drinking beer all gathered in the basement taking turns shooting some pool.
As soon as she arrived we all immediately recognized how our buddy’s wife was in an extremely playful mood, flaunting her gorgeous body like she always does
when her husband isn’t around, but doing so this time in front of five drinking men it’s no wonder why things started to get way out of hand.
Eventually one shocking episode lead up to another, and by the end of the night every single one of us took advantage of Britney’s obvious lustful craving for a room full of cock when all five of us took at least one turn penetrating her married love nest.
It’s hard to explain how awkward it felt to watch our friend’s wife let so many of her husband’s friends just walk right up to her and make love to her that damn easy. The atmosphere that night listening to all my rowdy friends taking turns filling the hell out of Britney was something I have never experienced before, and probably will never again. Like any other guy never did I ever expect I would ever find myself in this kind of situation, because most girls (especially married ones) cringe at the thought of having sex with more than one partner at a time? Obviously I was at the right place at the right time and though I admit that gang-banging my friend’s cock-crazed wife was by far the best damn experience of my life, I still haven’t forgiven myself for doing what we did behind his back.
My friends and I first met Britney when one of my closest friends introduced her to us as a new student in our high school back in ’93. We were all surprised when they announced wedding plans the following year when we were all still seniors, we kept trying to talk them out of it but it was obvious they were determined. Though most of the time she was a real fucking bitch towards us whenever Eric was at her side, we all know it was just an act because whenever he wasn’t around Britney would always get into these extremely sexually flirtatious moods.
She is an incredibly attractive, innocent-looking brunette, and though she may only be about 5’5″ but weighing no more than 100lbs by far she was one of the sexiest girls in school and she actually knew this all too well. But what the boys loved most about her, though no one ever dared told easily enraged Eric, are those huge fragin’ tits for such a skinny girl. She used to brag to everyone how she easily fits into a D-cup, and whenever she gets into one of her “slutty” moods when Eric wasn’t around you can almost guarantee she’ll show up not wearing one.
Those pretty things would just bounce all over the damn place right underneath her shirt while she walks unlike they would if they were supported by a bra.
Just by the way she used to act you could easily tell Brtiney had known for the longest time how so many other guys love to stare at her awesome breasts, and I truly believe it was her obsession to flaunt them when she was younger that led up to what happened during that one particular night…
It was soon after they had married when some of the guys had agreed it would just be the boys to meet at a friend’s parent’s house who had air hockey and a pool table in their basement. It was a night Britney’s husband volunteered to pull a double shift at his job and wouldn’t be showing up until close to midnight, but since so many other guys were already there it was almost as if no one missed him. So it must have been around 6:00, soon after I arrived, when from the corner of my eye I noticed a short and thin figure slowly descending down the staircase. It was Britney, dressed to kill, begging if she could join us because she was bored at home with Eric working another night of overtime. Knowing all about her extremely flirtatious past, I knew that no one would object to Britney’s presence in hopes that she would be in yet another one of her “playful” moods.
She looked so beautiful dressed in a high-cut white and fuzzy wool sweater that exposed her entire midriff section, and the skimpy miniskirt and high heels to match was enough to cause every guy in the room to undress her with our eyes. Within a short time Britney quickly discovered how us guys kept glancing over to look at her, but without even trying to make an effort to cover up like a “proper” girl would have done Britney instead gave us a stunning show that I never fucking imagined any recently married bride would ever even think about doing. Not expecting any of this from my friend’s shy-looking new wife, I then watched as Britney looked down at her chest and slowly placed both of her tiny hands just below her tender breasts as if checking them out herself!
Surprisingly she then began to slowly unbutton the sweater while looking directly at us, probably to make sure we were still watching, right up until the last button came undone and the sweater finally fell open revealing to all of us a huge and sexy white-laced bra. I thought she was done from here, teasing us by revealing the incredible size of her bra, but when she suddenly reached up to give the tips of her big frigging tits a tight firm squeeze my mouth literally fell open when the next words out of her mouth was: “You guys really like these, don’t you?”. “I’d bet you boys would really love to see them, huh?”
Jesus Christ, just like the other guys at the moment I was too fucking shocked and surprised to do or say anything, and once I noticed Britney happily start to reach for the clasp in the front center of her bra my heart started racing over the fact that she was really fucking serious about showing us her plump breasts! Knowing full well that her husband was bound to hear about this Britney was obviously very determined to show us her heavy rack at any risk, and by the devilish looks on her pretty face I knew she was going to go through with it as I just stood there anxiously waiting at what I wanted so desperately to see.
Then as if it all happened in slow motion, I watched with extreme lust and pleasure when our buddy’s daring wife then proudly released the single clasp holding her massive bra together as it instantly flung open and a pair of huge…. fucking….tits just simply fell out from behind their once trapped encasements. Oooh, what an incredible, cock-hardening moment that turned out to be big fucking brown nipples on the ends of huge fucking tits that my friends and I later discovered to actually measure 3 1/4″ across in diameter! Of all the tits I’ve seen in my life, I still can’t believe how fucking huge Stacey’s enormous nipples are. But even more arousing than this is the simple fact that she was just married 3 weeks previous and here is our friend’s wife sharing with us the sight of her luscious tits, which were only meant to be viewed by her husband’s eyes. What a naughty little fucking slut, I thought to myself as I felt my already hardened cock begin to throb under my jeans, Britney just continued to stand there holding her bra open letting the boys really enjoy the spectacular sight she had to offer.
Just standing there in one spot in total amazement, I still couldn’t believe Britney was actually exposing herself to us with a smile on her face I’ll never forget once she realized how her big and perky tits were causing some of the guys to scream and go wild. For all I knew at the time our recently married friend might have been the only guy who knew how his teenage wife’s well-developed chest looked naked before that unforgettable day, but it turned out to be the first of many more episodes over the next couple years where Britney continued to proudly expose herself for reasons only she will ever know. My friends seem to think she only did it to watch the stunned reactions she’d get from other guys, but if anything is for certain it was Britney’s immaturity and frequent nights out with her many high school girlfriends that didn’t agree with her married life. But it still amazes me how not a single word about any of her naughty stunts has ever gotten back to hubby as often as she had flashed her tits in public; Christ, if he only knew how many strangers in town have caught sight of his own wife’s bare breasts and big brown nipples he would’ve defiantly become completely devastated. Though most of the time I heard she’d just hang out of a friend’s car passenger side window and lift her shirt to let her big fucking tits flop all over the place just for a guy standing at a curb side, I would have loved to have seen her massive breasts jingle like Jell-O as soon as her
shirt was lifted hanging out of a car.
Britney had previously known from listening to her husband’s conversations on the phone that this was going to be a house full of just guys gathered at one location that night, hanging out and probably all getting drunk. And on this particular night all the alcohol our buddy’s wife started to drink seemed to settle in very quick, and all the boys and I were about to see a side of Britney we have never thought of seeing before.
Within an hour of heavy drinking we all watched as Britney became more and more “bubbly” from all the alcohol and before long she began to wrap her arms around each of our shoulders asking if we wanted to “make out” with her. God she was being such a fucking flirt, just out of the blue she decides to have a little fun with her husband’s circle of friends and all the guys looked so surprised that she was willing to let us do the honor.
So after letting all 5 of us give her long, deep kisses as she let us work her already opened sweater and bra completely off her body, she remained standing there in just a miniskirt and high heels giving us a much better view of her entire upper half. It was only when I admired her for a minute or so when I finally thought – here is a tiny girl so damn skinny that you can literally see her entire rib cage seemingly trying to rip through her delicate skin, but yet tits so fucking massive in size that it takes a gigantic D cup-size bra just to encase them. “A perfect body made just to fuck” is what alot of my friends have always told me and I can’t agree more. As can be expected with a room full of guys, everyone started screaming that Britney continued to tease us with what her body has to offer, but it was even a bigger surprise that she was letting several guys take it upon themselves to start fondling and caressing her, some by kissing her neck and lips while others were slowly licking the exposed skin all around her plump breasts. Britney suddenly found herself in the middle of several guys who obviously only had one thing in mind, but instead of being frightened or even trying to resist I was shocked as hell to watch Britney cock her head back and actually stick her chest out as if suggesting to the boys she wanted even more.
It didn’t take long for the guys to figure out how our buddy’s wife was loving so many hands and tongues all over her accepting body, and soon I watched as one of the guys suddenly drove his head forward and took part of Britney’s left tit right in his mouth. What an idiot, I thought for sure Britney wouldn’t like this, but instead she quickly closed her eyes and began to moan softly under her breathe as my friend continued to lick her nipple with lustful envy.
Suddenly the room filled with screaming voices at the incredible sight of Stacey’s now erect nipple getting a much wanted tongue bath, and within seconds I noticed a pair of hands quickly work Stacey’s mini-skirt down to the floor as the entire room erupted once again at what the boys had seen next. Right in the middle of 5 of her husband’s closest friends, Britney defiantly looked somewhat bashful at first with nothing on now but a pair of these little pink g-string panties! Ooooh fuck what a sight I’ll never forget, except for a real tiny see-through v-shaped patch of material in the front which revealed to us her thick fucking mound of jet-black cunt hairs from behind it, only a string not much thicker than that of kite string was all her fucking panties were made of! Ummm, holy fuck, who wouldn’t fucking die to have a wife with a body like Britney’s, Eric should have obviously been doing a better job at trying to keep his rare find at home!
Christ, the guy works so many damn hours who could blame his wife for going out on the town those first couple of years to find the attention she obviously adores. Everyone in the basement seemed to stand back to admire this once-in-a-lifetime sight, as Britney immediately took the advantage to advertise herself like a cheap fucking whore when she slowly began to strut around the entire basement with her hands cupped tightly behind her head. Jesus Christ, if you could have been there just to see how her massive fucking tits began to sway back and forth across her chest with every single step she took, and to discover how the thread of string Britney calls panties had disappeared into the crack of her luscious little ass – I still couldn’t believe that the little girl my buddy married was really here tonight walking around the basement completely fucking naked.
We were probably watching Britney flaunt herself for about another 2 or 3 minutes, noticing the slutty smirks she made on her pretty young face each time one of us screamed out with excitement, when she then made a really stupid mistake. She actually walked over to one of my bigger friends who was almost passed out drunk in a chair, placed her enormous fucking tits right up in his face probably thinking he wouldn’t notice and I’m sure she only did this just to give everyone a good laugh. But still having his eyes partially open it didn’t surprise anyone to watch him slowly stand up and grab Stacey by the waist, only to walk over and plant her ass down right on the edge of the pool table.
Though Stacey defiantly had a surprised look on her face when she first discovered she was getting picked up, she now looked completely horrified as my buddy then took one of his large hands and forcefully shoved her to lay back against the green felt on top of the pool table. Continuing to be held down against her wishes, Britney began to get even more scared as she started to shake and whimper probably fearing that she was about to get raped – but what the fuck did she expect? By the way she was walking around and teasing our cocks by displaying that perfect little fuckable body of hers, she should have known it was bound to happen sooner or later that one of us wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation any longer. How stupid can she be to think she could just come over here and
strut around naked like the fucking married slut that she is without one of 5 guys not getting carried away? If you want to be a cock tease and then freely walk away from it, a room full of beer drinking men isn’t exactly the right place for it.
But now the simple fact was something is going to happen, whether if Britney was going to break down and let these guys have sex with her willingly, or if they were going to have to pry her legs open and
take turns fucking her cunt by force – Britney got these guys horny and rowdy as hell so there was no way anyone would be willing to help her out now.
I felt like I was in the middle of a high school party, all my friends were screaming uncontrollably at the sight of Britney being held to lay naked on the pool table, as they began urging our friend who pinned her there to just “spread her legs open and start fucking the living shit out of her”. It was obvious all respect for our friend was lost when we forced his young and petite wife to lay naked on the pool table before us. But within time I was happy to see that Britney was actually starting to show signs that she was loving to hear how the guys wanted to watch her pussy get fucked, and she slowly began staring into our eyes with a smirk on her face I’ll never forget as if begging to be fucked like the cock-craved slut of a wife that she is. A feeling of strong guilt suddenly lifted off my chest when I noticed that lustful smile grow on her pretty face, and I realized now that if the guys were going to fuck our friend’s wife she was going to be all for it. After noticing her change of heart, my friend released his forceful hold on Britney as she began to extend her arms far above her head which now allowed her massive tits to settle down along the sides of her bity frame as they came to rest on the green felt on each side of her. Jesus, those huge fucking tits of hers!
Then while looking at my friend who forced her upon the table and still standing directly in front of her, Stacey then happily brought her knees right up to her chest and just held them there against her tits making all of us wait to see what she’ll do next. A few seconds later I couldn’t help but to laugh when I heard Britney started to giggle uncontrollably showing obvious signs that she was really fucking drunk, it was really awesome to see she was having just as much fun as we were, and then as if it was a gift from God everyone watched as our little party girl slowly began to open her legs far and wide apart right in front of us all.
Watching her legs slowly spread apart until she became fully spread eagle, the rowdy audience of her husband’s friends now had an excellent view of a moist and a gaping red fuck hole that we weren’t ever meant to see. Just laying there totally drunk with her legs spread far apart, everyone witnessed how the thick mound of black hair around her love nest was completely drenched with her cunt juices. It was so plainly visible how fucking hungry she was for cock and our friend who had laid her here never thought twice as he quickly pressed his crotch right up against Britney’s married muff, actually making her entire body slide back along the table a few inches when he did. Almost immediately he then lowered the zipper to his pants only to reach in and pull out his hardened cock, and without even pulling his fucking pants down I then watched as he moved the string to Britney’s panties to the side and lined the head of his cock to the entrance of her moist young cunt. Everything now seemed to be moving so quickly and everyone began rooting him on by screaming “fuck her, fuck her” over and over again, and this lasted for several seconds before someone screamed out to shut the fuck up before one of the neighbors calls the police.
Just standing there between her opened legs with the head of his stiffened cock now partially penetrating her anxiously awaiting muff, I found out later he was having second thoughts about fucking his close friend’s wife; he told me all he could think about right then was how hurt and depressed he would be if any of us did the same to him and secretly fucked his woman. But all this guilt he had on his mind obviously wasn’t enough to resist the overwhelming feeling the tip of his cock was now experiencing, as I then watched in disbelief when he forcefully thrusted and drove his hips forward only to bury his entire cock to the fucking balls deep within Britney’s luscious cunt. I sensed in my gut that no one could believe what just happened and when Stacey realized the serious fact that she now had another man’s tool other than her own darling husband’s completely shoved far inside her muff, she let out this loud piercing cry of lust that could easily be heard over all the commotion my friends were making actually watching one of us begin to work his cock in and out of Stacey’s love nest at a slow, steady pace.
The night went on, and we all got a change to sample her hot pussy, and to shoot loads of hot goo inside her. I will never forget that night… or other other nights we had when her hubby was at work!

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Unexpected Benifits

If anyone had told me a month ago that I was a child molester I’d have killed them. After the last few weeks though, I’d just have to hang my head.
My name is Matt and I’m 52 years old. I owned a software company and had developed a unique program for the government. After I was awarded a lucrative contract I was offered an ungodly amount of money for my company by a very well-known software giant. I decided to take it, retire for the time being, and just enjoy life. I figured I’d started one company and could always do it again or at least find work with someone else. My wife, Vicky, was a real estate agent but she wasn’t quite ready to stop working yet. She got a big kick out of the sales. We had an active sex life and the marriage was in good shape.
Around mid-June my brother called to tell us that he and his wife were going on a two week cruise in July. He asked if their twins, Kylee and Ken, could spend some time with us while they were away. After talking it over with Vicky, I called my brother back the next day and said we’d be glad to have the kids stay with us while they went on the cruise. The twins were almost 13 years old and I didn’t foresee any trouble. They’d always been well behaved and mannered whenever we’d gotten together in the past.
So it was on a Friday night in July that my brother and sister-in-law dropped the kids off and headed for the airport.
The next day Vicky went off to work and I started doing some work around the yard. When I finished up around 10:00 the kids were still in bed so I decided to jump in the pool, cool off, and then catch up on some reading. I was lying on the lounge reading and sipping a cold beer when one of the twins yelled out an upstairs window and asked if they could go swimming. I yelled back “sure”! The next thing I knew there were two shrieking, squealing kids flying through the patio door – naked!
I said, “Hey kids, where are your bathing suits?”
Kylee replied, “We swim like this all the time at home Uncle Matt. Mom lets us.”
Since there was an eight foot privacy fence around the back yard I just let it go and went back to my book.
The twins, except for the obvious sexual differences, were exactly alike. About 5’ tall, thin, and both had cute little bubble butts, and blonde almost white hair. Kylee was just beginning to develop breasts and had just wisps of pubic hair. Ken’s penis was about 2 inches, flaccid, and he also had wispy pubic hair.
I must have fallen asleep and was woken by loud giggling. The kids were sitting on the side of the pool and Kylee was pointing in the direction of Ken’s crotch and laughing.
“What’s going on kids?”
Kylee said, “Ken’s thing is sticking out and it got bigger.” “Why’d it do that?”
Oh shit! That last thing I was ready for was giving a lesson on the birds and bees. I would have thought that by now, their parents would have told them at least the basics. Ken’s dick was now about 4-5” long hard, and a little thicker than my thumb.
“Uh, sometimes a guy can get excited and his penis gets longer and harder. It’s nothing to worry about; it’ll go away in a little while.”
“Is that what you call it, a penis?” she asked.
“Well yeah, among other things.”
Thankfully, Ken’s dick started to deflate, and the conversation died with it.
Vicky got home a little while later and I busied myself lighting the grill for a cookout while Vicky changed into casual clothes and the kids put on something dry. We had a nice dinner, cleaned up, and then watched a movie with the kids until they went to bed. Vicky and I decided on a glass of wine before heading off to bed ourselves. As we lay in bed, I told Vicky about what had happened at the pool. Her interest seemed to pick up and she asked me more detailed questions. She wanted to know things like how the kid’s bodies looked naked and more specifics about Ken’s dick. I thought her interest was kinda strange but proceeded to give her more detailed descriptions. While I was talking, Vicky slid her hand down and was rubbing my cock through my boxers. It wasn’t long before I was hard and ready so I rolled in her direction and we started kissing – deeply. Still rubbing my cock, Vicky gave a little moan. I slid my hand under the T-shirt she was wearing and cupped her breast, flicking my thumb over the nipple at the same time. After a while, Vicky slid down my body, grabbed the waistband of my boxers and coaxed them down and off. She wrapped her hand around the shaft of my cock and brought the head to her lips, licking around and then up and down the shaft. She put her lips over the head again and then opened her mouth and worked her lips up and down the shaft. Blowjobs were not exactly rare but also not an everyday thing so I was gonna enjoy this as long as I could. Finally, it was time.
“Come here, baby, and gimme some pussy.”
“I want it doggy style.”
We got into position and Vicky reached back and grabbed the shaft of my cock and said “I want you to run your cock between my ass cheeks back and forth for awhile. Then put the head against my asshole and just push a little. Don’t put it in.”
Early in our marriage, I’d asked about having anal sex but she never wanted to try it so I just let it die. Here was a chance to at least rub and nudge that forbidden spot and hope it led to something more later.
I spread Vicky’s ass cheeks and laid the shaft of my cock over the prize. Squeezing the cheeks gently around my cock I started running it back and forth over the little puckered hole, base to tip. I could feel her pushing back against me and heard some soft moans. After a few minutes I took the shaft in my hand and aimed it and her asshole. At the same time I ran my hand between her legs , alternately rubbing her clit and running two fingers into her cunt. I put the head of my cock against her asshole and pressed forward, backed off, did it again, and then kept up that rhythm. Pretty soon…..
“Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me hard.”
I put my cock at the entrance to her pussy, grabbed her hips, and drove my cock forward and hard as I could.
“Oh God! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard.” “I’m gonna cummmm!”
She pushed her ass back at me as hard as I was fucking forward and I was getting close.
“OH Shit, I’m cumming Matt, I’m cumming hard.”
I kept slamming into her until her body convulsed all over and then went still.
“Cum in my mouth baby.”
Now this never happened so I wasted no time taking my cock out of that warm, freshly fucked pussy, and working my way up to her head. I positioned my cock over her mouth as she grabbed the shaft and started stroking me. My nuts sucked up into my guts and the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced hit me. Hot cum shot out like it never had before. One long spurt then another. Vicky swallowed and moaned “More”, still stroking my cock. One more weaker jet shot out and I almost collapsed on top of her.
“Baby that was hot” I moaned.
“Ummmmmm” was all she could manage and then she was out like a light.
I lay awake for a few more minutes wondering what had brought on Vicky’s more than welcomed behavior. Was it the description of the naked kids and Ken’s hard on? I didn’t know but at this point I’d be damned if I was gonna question the newfound zest in our sex life and the promise of things to come. Little did I know that other thoughts were looming in Vicky’s mind.
The next morning was Sunday so we slept in and then got up, made the coffee, and started cooking breakfast. The kids got up and we all sat around and ate quietly. I noticed Vicky glancing occasionally at Ken but didn’t think too much about it. After cleaning up Vicky suggested that we all just lay around the pool for the rest of the day so that’s what we did. The kids were naked again but we were all comfortable with it.
Later, more giggling and then “Ken’s thing is big again” from Kylee.
“Well just wait a while and it’ll go away again like it did yesterday” I said.
“There’s another way to make it go away” Vicky said. “Come here, Ken.”
Having no idea what might be coming next, I watched Ken walk over and stand right next to Vicky’s lounge with his dick harder than Chinese arithmetic. Vicky reached out with her thumb on the bottom and forefinger on top of Ken’s shaft and started to stroke him slowly. My mouth dropped open and hit my chest at that point.
Kylee: “What are you doing Aunt Vicky?”
“I’m showing Ken a way to make his dick get soft and feel good at the same time”
Ken: “That feels funny but it feels good”
Kylee: “His dick?”
“Yes honey, that’s another name for his penis. Dick, cock, and there’re others”
Kylee: “What happens now?”
“In just a little bit there’ll be some white sticky stuff called cum coming out of the end of his cock”
Kylee: “Oh, can I see?”
“Sure honey, come stand right next to Ken and watch”
Ken: “Aunt Vicky something’s happening. Almost like I gotta pee”
“You’re about to cum sweetie”
I could see Ken tense up and then a small spurt of jizz followed by a second one shot out of his dick and landed on Vicky’s tit. Thinking that I couldn’t get any more surprised I almost passed out when Vicky ran her finger through one of the little globs on her chest and then put it in her mouth.
Kylee: “EWWWW. Why’d you do that Aunt Vicky?”
“Cause I like the taste”
Kylee: “Can I taste it?”
“Sure, hon. Just come and lick the rest off of me”
Kylee stepped up, bent over slightly, and ran her tongue over Vicky’s tit getting the rest of Ken’s cum. I swear I think I heard Vicky moan. The last thing I wanted at this moment was a hard on but that’s exactly what I got.
Kylee asked “Is there gonna be any more?”
“Ken won’t have any more for a little while but your Uncle Matt has plenty”
No I fucking do not!!
“Uncle Matt can I see your cum?”
“Uh, I’m not sure that’s a good idea Kylee”
Vicky chimes in with “Sure it is Matt. Let the kids see your cock cum”
“Please Uncle Matt??!!” From both kids.
Feeling like a cornered rat I started to slide my swim suit down over my hips. When my cock was clear it sprang straight up. Now I don’t have one of those 12” beer can cocks you read about and I’ve never measured it but it’s gotta be 6-7” and fairly thick. I’ve always had fun with it.
Kylee squealed “Look how big it is. How come it’s so much bigger than Ken’s?”
“It’s because I’m a grown up. Ken’s will get bigger as he gets older”
“Can we see it cum now?”
“Well, that’s gonna take just a minute”
Vicky says “We can help him kids. Let me show you.”
Vicky gets up and comes over, sits on the side of my lounge, wraps her hand around my cock and starts to stroke it slowly. Both kids eyes are wide open and fixed on Vicky’s hand and my cock. Kylee asks “can I try?” “Sure honey”. Kylee wraps her little hand around my cock as much it will go and starts stroking like she’d seen Aunt Vicky. Still in a highly confused state I let a moan out without being able to stop it.
Vicky tells her “Now speed up your hand a little bit at a time Kylee”
“He’s getting close kids, watch” as Kylee does as she’s told.
I watched my cock head grow and turn a kind of angry purple color. The next thing I know I’m grunting like a pig and shoot a load of cum out a few inches in the air and it lands on my stomach followed by a second and then a third. Vicky leans over and runs her tongue through and scoops and swallows some hot jizz. Before I know it Kylee does the exact same thing then says “it tastes a little different than Ken’s. A little saltier but I like them both.” I, of course, am nothing but a quivering mass of used flesh and bones.
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The Asparagus Patch

This was inspired by spring asparagus bursting up from the earth and my love of gardening.
This is my first story, but a long held fantasy Feel free to leave your comments.

Knowing

Tony awoke in an empty bed. He looked at the sun behind the closed blinds and realized how late it was. A glance at the clock confirmed it. It was twenty after ten in the morning!! Almost 10:30!!
He realized how aroused he was and remembered the last images of his dream, that of standing tall over some faceless woman. She was his slave, and he was her master, and it was his job to break her; to make her do everything she loathed and detested, every dirty perversion that she had been conditioned to fear, so that she would be utterly his.
He shook his head to clear the image, which was causing stirrings down below, then got out of bed and opened the blinds, standing nude in the fresh morning light streaming in through the window. He looked out and saw Mrs. Stanley, their next-door neighbor, staring at him with her mouth slightly agape. He stared straight into her eyes and smiled slightly, letting her look. She was a widow with two daughters a year or two behind him in school. There was no harm in letting her look.
He saw an expression of being lost in rapture on her face, then a look of raw naked lust glinted in her eye. She looked up a little more and locked eyes with him.
“I know who you are.” he said aloud. There was no way she could have heard him through the glass and across all the distance between them, but she got a shocked expression on her face and looked away. She was clearly shaken.
He had first met her a few years ago, while her husband had still been alive, and remembered her a lively, vibrant being, full of freedom and wonder, and then he had watched her close all that down, locking it away inside her after Brad’s accident.
She was on her knees in her flower garden, pulling weeds, and when she finally looked up and saw him still watching, she blushed and went back to pulling her weeds, perhaps a little more fiercely than needed.
He turned away from the window and got clean clothes on, a pair of comfy running shorts and a tie dye, then went down to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee from the pot.
There was a knock at the door, and he opened it to find Mrs. Stanley standing there, looking a little nervous.
“Oh, hi.” he said, friendly.
“Hello.” she said, sounding even more nervous than she looked. “I want to apologize for… looking… at you, a few minutes ago.” she said, shakily. “I had no right…”
“I know who you are.” he said.
“I know you do.” she said. She blushed and looked at the floor, making him wonder what she really meant.
The feeling of mastery from his dream washed over him momentarily, and he decided to take a chance.
“You’re Mrs. Stanley… your name is Leah, isn’t it?” he said, matter of factly.
“Yes.” she answered, crossing her arms defensively. “I’m not really Mrs. Stanley anymore, not since Brad…”
“I will call you Leah.” he said softly. “May I do that?”
“Yes, I would like that, Tony.” she told him, saying his name for the first time. She liked saying it, he noted.
“Leah, what did you see?” he asked her. She blushed furiously, looking down at the floor. “Come with me. “
He took her arm and led her into the kitchen, sitting her down at the table. “Look at me, Leah, and tell me, what did you see?”
He was leaning against the table right next to her, arms folded across his chest, and she had to look up to see his eyes. His crotch was less than two feet from her face, and right on the same level. She squirmed a little uncomfortably, but he held her gaze and repeated his question. “What did you see?”
“I… I saw your…” she faltered.
“Say it!” he insisted. “Tell me what you saw.”
“I saw your penis!” she blurted out, blushing deeply, but still he kept his eyes locked on hers.
“That wasn’t the word you thought of when you saw it, though, is it, Leah? What word was in your mind?”
“Cock.” she whispered. “I was looking at your cock, and I couldn’t look away.”
“Very good, Leah. Thank you for telling me the truth.” he said, releasing her with his eyes. She looked at the floor between them, nearly in tears.
“I want you to tell me the truth again, Leah.” he told her. She nodded, her head still down. “Why couldn’t you look away?”
“I… It was hard… It made me feel…”
“It made you fall horny, didn’t it, Leah? It made you all gooey inside, didn’t it, Leah?”
“Yes.” she whispered.
“I know who you really are, Leah.” he said. “I know who you really are inside. You look like a good girl, you act like a good girl, but inside, you’re not really a… bad girl, are you? Not really bad, just naughty, just a little… dirty. A little slutty. Am I right?”
“I’m sorry.” she whispered. “I don’t want to be a slut, hontely, I don’t. I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry about that with me.” he told her. “I like that about you. It’s what makes you a real person. You feel that way, too, don’t you? Like she’s the real you, not this… this lady… that everyone sees on the outside.”
“Yes.” she said, and a tear crept down her cheek. I… I have to pretend all the time. “I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t come over here to apologize, did you Leah? The nice lady next door rang the bell for you, and said those things for you, but you were secretly thinking something else, weren’t you?”
“Oh God… I … yes.” she admitted. “When you said you knew me, I… I had to come over. I knew it was no use hiding from you.”
“I can help you let her out, Leah. The real you. The one you’ve been dying inside for all these years. Let’s set her free. I bet she’s the most beautiful creature in the world. Will you let me meet her?”
She was crying now, and he bent and hugged her. She threw her arms around him gratefully, sobbing into his shoulder. Eventually, he moved her back until he was looking straight into her eyes again.
“You want to be ruled sexually, to give over all control, to do every dirty thing you have never heard of yet. You want all the dirty words, all the slutty words, too, like tits and ass, cock and cunt; you want it in your pussy, in your mouth, and as deep in your ass as it will go. You want to be tied up and used, to be raped, don’t you?”
“There’s more.” he said. “You also want to be spanked for thinking these things, too, punished for your naughtiness.” he told her. “Isn’t that right? I know who you really are, and I‘m going to set you free, Leah.”
“Oh my God.” she whispered. “How can you know…” He put a finger to her lips and stood up.
“Now is not the time for talking, Leah.” he said, then he lifted her chin with one finger and took her head in both hands, pointing her face right at his groin, then crossed his arms.
“Take it out, Leah, take my cock out of my shorts.” he commanded. Slowly, she lifted her hands to his waistband, looking dazed, as if she were in a dream-state, and pulled his shorts down.
His cock hung down in front of her at about a 45* angle, twitching slightly.
“Take it in your mouth, Leah.” he said hoarsely. She looked up at him, a little fearfully.
“I’ve never done that.” she whispered. “Do I have to?”
“Take it in your mouth, Leah!” he said more strongly, making it an order. “Keep looking at me while you do it, too. Be a slut, let yourself be the slut you know you really are.”
He moved his hips and placed the head of his dick at her lips, so she obediently opened her mouth and let him in. Her mind reeled with what she was doing. She wanted to stop; she knew she should stop, but she couldn’t, now that she had begun.
“Suck it.” he commanded. “Suck it all in your mouth, move your head back and forth on it, and don’t stop until I tell you to.” He entwined his fingers into her thick black tresses, massaging her scalp.
She nodded slightly, using the motion to pull more of him into her mouth, letting him sink the whole thing inside. He was still slightly flaccid, but the heat and moisture of her mouth, not to mention the sucking action, stimulated the flow of blood into his member rapidly and his full nine inches expanded right into her throat. Panic rose in her heart, but he held her head firmly, totally in control.
“Breathe through your nose.” he told her, holding her head tightly against him now, not letting her go with his eyes. He saw the panic in them subside as she moved air in and out. He felt her swallow the load of saliva past his cockhead, the muscles of her throat constricting around him.
“Oh, God yeah.” he sighed, allowing her to slide her mouth off him and folded his arms once more. “That’s a good slut. You suck cock like a natural. This is who you really are, isn’t it, Leah?”
She looked back down at the floor, but he put one hand back on her head and made her look up at him. “Breathe, Leah, catch your breath, and then take me into your mouth again. Not all the way, this time, though, I want to lick it and use your hands and play with it.”
She nodded, swallowing several times and panting a little. “Tony, I- I feel so dirty. Using my mouth on you… its… I feel like a thing you are using, and even though I know its wrong, it feels so right at the same time. Like I’m supposed to be a dirty sex slut, but I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me.
“I want you to use me, to do all the sex things, I need to be dirty and a whore and the only way to do that is to give myself to you. Tie me up and take me against my will. I have all these barriers inside me that need to be broken down, walls that hold me in. I need you to help me break them so I can be free.”
“Don’t speak anymore, Leah, now is not the time for talking yet. That will come after.” he explained. “Now is the time for feeling.”
She started to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Trust me.” he said. She nodded, then licked her lips and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into her mouth.
“Play with it, you said?“ she thought to herself. “I can do that. I’ve always wanted to do that.” She felt something break inside her, chains, and she felt free, her soul soaring out and expanding.
She swirled her tongue over the head, sliding her fist up and down in her firm grasp. She moved her face closer, sucking a little harder now, and went down to about halfway on his shaft, then opened her mouth and licked her tongue up the underside all the way, teasing the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue, smiling at him with her eyes.
“Like this?” she smiled, licking the head like a lollypop.
“Holy shit, I thought you said you never did this before?” he gasped. He was close to coming from her hand moving on him alone.
“Well, I haven’t.” she said. “You told me to have fun with it, so that’s what I’m doing. Am I doing it wrong? I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, God, don’t stop. Make me come and swallow it all, Leah. Suck my come little a dirty little slut.”
“Yes master.” she said, then took it in her mouth again, licking and sucking and bobbing her head. She could feel it start pulsing in her hand first, then he was flooding her mouth with hot sticky fluid, musky and salty.
His hands were in her hair, preventing her from pulling away.
“Swallow it!” he gasped, so she obeyed, gulping down the mouthfuls as they spurted out. There was more than she could handle at once, and it dripped out the corners of her mouth onto her blouse.
When he was done, he let her go and smiled down at her. She swallowed thickly and returned it weakly.
“Thank you.” she said. “I needed that.
“So did I.” he said. “Are you ready to finish your training?”
“My training?” she asked. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you don’t think one blowjob is enough, do you? I don’t. I need all of you.”
“All of me?” she whispered. “What do you mean?”
“Leah, you feel free right now, after what I made you do, don’t you?” he asked her. “Look, my come has stained your blouse, and if you leave right now, you’ll go back into hiding, and when you look at this blouse in your closet, you’ll remember this feeling and live the rest of your life wondering.”
“That’s not what you want.” he said. “I know that’s not what you need. You need to be free forever; to never hide who you truly are again. You need to set yourself free, Leah. Come upstairs with me and be mine forever.”
“Oh, Tony, I can’t!” she cried. “I have daughters and my job and responsibilities!”
“Tomorrow, you have those things.” he said, “Today, right now, in this moment, you belong to me, and I’m not done with you yet.”
He pushed his shorts to the floor and stepped out of them, then headed for his room. She got up and followed him.
Outside his door, he turned to face her. He looked straight into her eyes once more. “Take your clothes off out here, Leah. All females who enter my room do so naked, no exception. It keeps my sister out of here. Enter of your own free will.”
“I…” He stopped her with a finger on her lips again.
“No, Leah, this is still not the time for talking. This is the time for feeling. If you do not enter my room naked right now, there never will be a time for talking. You can go home forever right now.” he said, taking a gamble. “But I know who you really are. Come into my room and let her free, Leah, she really wants to be in there. I know she does.”
She hesitated a long moment, all her emotions right there in her eyes for him to read. Fear, horniness, submission, fear, wanton sluttiness, wanting to give away all control, wanting love, wanting sex, and fear. She dropped her eyes and he knew he had won as she began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Naked, Leah.” he whispered. “Take all your clothes off and go lay on my bed. I’ll be waiting inside.” He stepped into the room, moving out of sight as he went to the side.
A moment later, she entered, completely nude. He admired her petite form, noting her tight, trim ass above legs that were shapely and long for her body.
“Lay down sideways on my bed, Leah, on your back and leave your feet on the floor.” he instructed. She turned to face him and he got his first look at her bare breasts. They were firm, and just the right size for her small frame. She had dark chocolate nipples on puffed up brown areolae.
She sat on the bed, then lay back as he moved toward her. She looked up at him wordlessly as he stood above her.
“Oh, my lovely Leah.” he breathed. He touched his fingers to the inside of her knees. “Open.” he said, then stepped inside her legs, touching behind her knees only, moving her legs open wide and back, exposing her fully before him.
His fully hard cock moved forward, almost of its own volition, and he rubbed the tip of it up and down her labia, mashing it firmly into her clit, then slid it lower and let her feel it at the entrance to her body. She moaned out loud, tossing her head from side to side as it moved back up, teasing her.
“Please, I need it.” she whimpered. “I’m ready, please, I need it.”
“What do you need, Leah?” he asked her, teasing her. “Say it in words, Leah. Use the dirty words. Talk dirty to me, Leah. Beg.”
“Oh, God, please don’t make me say it. I’m so ashamed right now. I just need it so bad, I can’t help myself. I can’t believe I’m doing this; it doesn’t seem real right now. Please just put it inside me; help me!!”
“Use the dirty words, Leah. I want to hear you say it nasty, like the little slut you really are. Dirty little cum-slut, filthy whore, talk dirty to me, I know you know how!!” he said strongly to her, still rubbing his cock over the outside of her pussy. “Say it!”
“Unngh, oh God, fuck me, Tony, put your big fucking cock in my slutty little pussy and, and fuck me as hard as you can! Make me come all over your cock, make me come with your cock!”
“I’m gonna fuck you, Leah, I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you really are. MY slut. You’re MY little slut, aren’t you, Leah? You knew this was gonna happen the moment you laid eyes on me through my window, didn’t you? You hoped this would happen, I could see the wish of it in your eyes as I looked into your soul.”
“Tell me you’re my little cumslut, my whore, my sex-slave. Tell me all about how nasty you are; tell me every dirty thought in your mind. Tell me, and I’ll give you this.” With is last word, he moved his cock to her opening and pushed it inside a little, letting her feel herself stretching open just the slightest before pulling back and rubbing the length of it up and down her slit again.
She moaned again, louder, then started babbling. “Oh, God, put it in me!” she begged. “I’m your slut, your dirty little whore, fuck your slave, I’m your slave, fuck me anytime, anywhere! Put that big cock inside me and make me yours forever! Fuck your little cumslut slave!!” she told begged, pleading with her eyes.
“What will you give me?” he taunted, letting her feel him at her opening another moment. “Will you give me your heart? Will you give me your trust? Will you give me your love?”
“Yes!” se begged, “Fuck me! Put that cock in me and fuck me!!”
“Will you give me your body?” he asked. “Will you give me control?”
“Yes, God, anything, I’ll do anything you say!! Anything!! Just fuck me!!!”
“Will you give me your mouth, whenever I want it? Will you give me your pussy whenever I want it? Will you give me your asshole the same way?”
“Oh, God, anything you ask. Anything. Please? I swear, if you order me to do something, I will. I promise. Just please fuck me.”
“I accept your promises, and give you one of my own. I’m going to test every limit you have, Leah, I’m going to explore every inch of your submissiveness to me; I promise I’m going to make you love doing things you never dreamed of, Leah. I promise you this.” With that, he pushed his whole cock into her pussy, feeling the heated wetness of her envelop him like a velvet glove.
She felt him slowly penetrating her, filling the emptiness inside her with hit, throbbing passion, and his words set her heart on fire.
“At last.” she thought. “Somebody finally understands!!” She felt him bottom out inside her, filling her completely. She could feel him pressing against her cervix. She looked into his eyes and transferred her whole being into him, and felt him claim her, taking her, possessing her. She felt tears welling up inside her as emotion swept her away.
“I claim you as mine, Leah. With my cock inside your body, and my entire mind, I claim you as mine, now and forever.” he said, steadfastly looking into her eyes. “You belong to me, and you are under my protection. You will always be faithful to me and me alone, and all that is yours is now mine as well. I take you as my slut, as my whore, as my slave. I take you as my wife; I take you as my wife, I take you as my wife.”
As he spoke, he was stroking his cock in and out of her, still holding her knees back and apart, using every inch of his cock in her, sliding it in and out, staring into her wide-open eyes and watching his words fill her with emotion. He saw the love and trust and devotion as she looked steadfastly back at him.
“Tell me what you are.” he said, after a long moment. “Tell me.”
“I’m your slave.” she said breathlessly. “I’m your whore. I’m your slut. I’m your little cumslut, and you can do whatever you please with me. I’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere.” she said. “I’ll suck your cock anytime you want. You can fuck my asshole anytime you want, too. I’ll let you photograph me if you want. I’m your dirty little whore, and you can use me anywhere, anytime. Forever.”
“Oh, Leah!” he shouted, and drove inside her as hard and deep as he could and came inside her. His cock spurted out one huge gush of hot jizz, then three more smaller ones, then his stiff body relaxed and he slumped down on top of her, letting her take his whole weight.
They lay together a long moment, cherishing each other. She loved the feel of his cock inside her, slowly softening and getting pushed out by her natural tightness. She wanted this moment to last forever, but the ringing of his cell phone on his bed table brought it to a crashing halt.
“Oh, God, what have I done?” she sobbed as he sat up and grabbed it, flipping it open. “Tony…” A thousand conflicting thoughts raced through her mind all at the same time.
“Hey howdy.” he said into it, not looking at her. “Oh, hey Dad, what’s up?” He listened for a moment. “Okay, that explains why you didn’t come home last night. How long are you going to be there?” He listened a long moment again, then laughed wryly.. “I see. Well, have a good time, and see you on Tuesday, then.” Another listen. “Yeah, I’ll do that, I’ll make sure of it. It’s okay, Dad, I’m a man, now, I’ll take care of her. I promise.” He flipped it shut and tossed it back on the table.
“That was your father?” she asked.
“Yeah, he’s going to be in Hawaii for the weekend, lucky bastard. He left on the red-eye last night. Some sales thing at his work.” he told her. “He said I can use the emergency credit card in his desk to get anything Kim and I need, food-wise.”
“How old are you?’ she asked him. “How old is your sister? That’s a lot of responsibility to dump on a kid at the last minute.”
“I’m seventeen.” he told her. “Kim is fifteen. My Dad trusts me. He knows I won’t let him down.”
He looked at her steadily. “The same way you can trust, me, Leah. I won’t let you down, either. I promise.”
“I do trust you, Tony.” she said. “I trust you completely. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here like this.” She indicated her naked body, blushing slightly.
“Tell me what you are, Leah. Tell me what you without the sexual frenzy making you do it. Tell me what you are.”
“I’m your little cumslut.” she said sitting up. “I’m your little whore; I’m your cockslut slave, and I promise everything I have is yours, Master.” As she finished speaking, she was on her knees in front of him, her hands clasped together between her breasts.
“Everything you have is mine.” he said, and she repeated it.
“Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Prove it.” he told her. “Come over here and get me hard with your mouth, then lay down on my bed with your ass high in the air, and beg me to fuck you there.”
“Oh, yes, Master, tell your little slut what to do, and I’ll do it.” Smiling, she crawled over to him, then pulled herself up and took him between her lips. Once again, she took his whole flaccid member into her mouth and allowed it to grow down her throat, then she pulled back off it and moved to the bed.
She lay down on her stomach and lifted her hips with her legs spread wide. “Come fuck my ass, Master. Take this little whore in her asshole and shove your whole huge cock inside me. It’s your asshole; I give it to you freely, Master. Use me for your pleasure!!!”
“You got, slave.” he replied, getting on the bed behind her. He put his hands on her hips, nudging her legs further apart with his knees, and tilted her ass up to just the right angle. “Just like that, baby, don’t move until I tell you to!!”
He pulled her onto him, sliding his cock into the tightest orifice it had ever entered.
“Ohh, God, oh shit!!” she cried out. “Master, it hurts so good!!”
“Remember this feeling, Leah, remember exactly how you feel right now. I’m using your body for my pleasure, Leah, I’m taking you in the most selfish way possible, slut. I’m fucking your asshole, you dirty little cumslut; I’m taking your ass with my big cock.” he told her. She grunted under him as he thrust deep into her, over and over again.
“Oh, oh, God, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” he cried out, then removed his cock from her ass and slid it balls deep into her pussy.
She felt his cock sliding fully inside her, and this time, it didn’t just nudge her cervix, it pushed right into it and spread it wide, just as his cock spewed forth the first jet of goo inside her. He pulled it nearly all the way out, held it a moment and let the next blast spurt all along the inside of her cunt as he pushed inside once more, lubricating her with his semen. He stroked it slowly to a stop as his orgasm ended.
“Oh, Leah, that was…” he whispered in her ear, laying over her back and holding her in his arms. “That was it.”
“That was what, Master?’ she asked, turning her head to the side and closing her eyes.
“That was enough. I just made you pregnant. Can’t you feel it? I can.” he said.
“Pregnant?” she asked, touching her belly. “You just fucked a baby into me?”
“I sure did.” he said proudly. “I’m going to cook you breakfast to celebrate, too.”
“Pregnant?” she said again, doubtfully. “Are you sure?”
“I felt it. Didn’t you?” he asked, getting up. He went to his drawers and pulled out another pair of shorts, then drew them on. “Come on back down to the kitchen.” he said. “Would you like some eggs? That seems like an appropriate thing to eat right now.”
“I’m not really hungry.” she said, faintly. “I’m going to go home for a little while, okay?” She stood up, one hand still on her belly and an uneasy expression on her face. “I need to lay down and think.”
“Sure thing, Leah. I’ll be over in a little while, after I eat, and we can continue this journey we’ve started together in your room.” he told her.
“In my room?” she said, doubtfully.
“Sure. Everything you have is mine, right? Slave?” he said, sharply. “Or didn’t you mean that when you said it? Because I certainly meant every word of my promise when I said that I was going to push all your boundaries, Leah.
“No, I… I’ll see you in a little while, then, Tony. The door will be unlocked. Just come up to my room. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
He waited until she was at the door, then called her name, stopping her.
“Tell me what you are, Leah.” he commanded.
“I’m your dirty little cumslut slave, Master.” she said, then smiled and blew him a kiss. “I feel so free; I can’t believe this!”
* * *
After a quick breakfast of eggs and coffee, he left the house and crossed the lawn. The front door was unlocked, as promised, and as he entered, he surprised the two teenage girls watching TV in the front room.
“Hello.” said one of them, looking a little startled that a stranger had just walked right in without knocking.
“Well, hello yourself.” he replied, smiling. “I guess your Mom didn’t tell you about me. That’s understandable, I guess.
“Who are you?” asked the other one. “Wait, I know you. You’re Tony from next door, right?”
“Correct.” he answered. “I know your names are Tia and Mia, but I don’t know which name goes with which person.”
“I’m Tia.” said the first girl, standing up and holding out her hand to shake. He took it and kissed the back of it, instead.
“An honor.” he said softly, letting it go. The other girl stayed seated on the sofa, so he came over to her.
“And that makes you Mia.” he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it as well.
“It does.” she agreed, letting her hand be kissed.
“Well, Mia, Tia, if you’ll excuse me, I believe your mother is expecting me upstairs in her room.” he said, moving towards the stairs.
“Wait a minute, you’re going up to her room?” Tia interrupted, catching his arm as he passed her. “Does she even know you’re coming?”
“I’m not coming yet, Tia, but if you’ll be so kind as to let me go, I’m sure I will be soon.” he joked, tugging his arm free.
“What does that mean?” Mia asked, getting up to follow him. Both girls were right behind him as he climbed the stairs.
“Which is your mother’s room?” he asked, seeing three closed doors on the second floor. There was also a small bathroom up there, but that door was open.
“That one.” Tia said, pointing at the far end of the hallway. “Why? You can’t go in there… Wait!!”
Both girls watched in astonishment as he went down the hall and let himself in, and, after a small wry smile over his shoulder at them, closed the door behind him.
“Holy moly, what do you think he’s doing in there?” Mia asked her sister, clutching her arm.
“Let’s go listen at the door.” Tia answered, going quietly down the hall. Both girls huddled together outside the door and tried to hear the muffled voices coming from within.
* * *
“Hello, Leah, your Master is here. I think you should get on your knees and welcome me home with your mouth.” he said. She was curled up on her bed, wearing a bathrobe and facing away from him. She turned her head and looked at him, bleary eyed from crying.
“Do it right now, slave!!” he ordered.
“Tony…” she whispered.
“Are you my slave or not?” he demanded. “You’re upset because I put a baby in your belly, right? You think you can just forget everything that happened between us this morning because of that?”
“But Tony…” she tried again. He would have none of it.
“But nothing. Did you or did you not give yourself to me? Forever?” he said. “I know who you are, Leah, and deep down, this is what you really wanted. A son. And now you have him.”
She touched her belly again, a look of wonder on her face. “How can you know…” She looked right into his eyes. “How can you know all these things? Things about me, what I’ve always really wanted, who I really am, how can you know?” She started to cry again. “How can you know I’m pregnant with your son?”
“I can feel it inside me, and I know things.” he said simply. “I’ve had it all my life. I feel it a lot more strongly with you, though. The strongest it’s ever been with anyone.” He looked at her sharply.
“Dammit, now is not the time for talking! Get on your knees in front of me, and welcome me here with your mouth, little slave slut cunt!” he ordered, and she moved slowly to obey.
“NOW!” he demanded. “Or do I need to give you a spanking to more firmly establish my rightful place over you?”
“No, master, please don’t spank me. I promise I’ll be good from now on.” she said, moving with better speed at his threat. She got into position and opened his fly, reached her right hand in and pulled him out, then captured his cock with her mouth. He let her suck it a short moment, then withdrew it from her lips.
“Very good, slave. Tell me again who you are.” he told her. “Sit up straight, hands behind your back, tits thrust out, and eyes forward. Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your slutty little cumwhore, Master.” she said.
“Louder!” he ordered. “Tell me who you are!!”
“I’m your fuck-slut whore; your slave, Master!” she cried out.
“What did you give me, slave?” he demanded.
“I gave you my ass, my pussy, and my mouth, Master. Everything I have belongs to you now. You even took my womb, if what you say is true, Master. Everything I have is yours, Master.”
“Oh, it’s true, slave slut.” he said. “When can I fuck you?”
“Anytime, any hole, anywhere, Master.” she told him.
“Louder, bitch!!” he demanded again.
“Anytime, any hole, any where you want me, Master. I’m your fuck toy, your slutty little whore. You can fuck me whenever you want, anywhere you want, in any hole you want. I promise I’ll never tell you no.” she cried out loudly.
“Very good, my little cumslut. You may return to the bed, where you will lay face down, legs wide open, and await my return. I need a shower and to relieve myself.”
She obeyed him, getting into the position he’d ordered her into. She heard him leave the room and her mind whirled, reeling with the things alive inside her.

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Failed Trip to the Video Store – 1st Time

The summer after I graduated high school was going to be pretty normal. I had a job, a couple of bucks in my pocket, and nothing major going on until a went to college a few months later. I had only turned 18 a couple of weeks before school let out, but my plans were already made to test out my new adulthood.
About 20 minutes out of the neighborhood I lived in was an adult video store. I had always been very into porn, but it was very hard to get at that time. This was ’96, and if you wanted any porn on a computer, you had to wait a good 10 minutes for 1 pic to download. Not being 18 until then, I couldn’t go and buy my own stuff, so I always ended up with cheap hand me downs that friends had grown tired of. All that was going to change though, I had a day off from work and was finally go and get something I wanted.
As I was making my way to the video store, I started to think this wasn’t a great idea. The area was kind of crappy, and I had build this trip up so much in my mind that I was making myself nervous about actually going in. I parked in the lot and waited for a few minutes, things seemed normal so I thought, “what the hell” and made my way in.
My eyes had never been so big. Wall to wall porn of the most wild and hot sex I had ever seen. A few guys looked over whenI was carded at the counter, then made my way to the shelves. I didn’t want to look weird, so I was acting like this was all no big deal to me. I casually made my way around, looking at the covers, while my heart was about to beat a hole in my chest. I saw plenty of good options, but I was discouraged at how much they cost. Everything was like $25 and up, which was alot to a kid just out of high school. Anything I could afford looked like the crappy quality I already had.
While intently studying a cover with some chick gagging on a huge cock, some guy came up to me and said, “that one is pretty hot, I have it at home, good choice.” I thought it was weird that a guy was talking to me in a porn store, but it being my 1st time, I figured it must be normal. I said, “yes it looks pretty good, wish it wasn’t so expensive.” We introduced ourselves and started talking, he seemed ok, so I told him it was my 1st time in a porn store and that I was really excited, but didn’t realize how much this stuff was going to cost. He said he had quite a collection and that if i wanted, I could go to his place and watch some, even borrow some if I wanted. That seemed like a great idea to me, so he had me follow him to his house, which was only like 5 minutes away.
His house was pretty cool, pool table, dart board…stuff like that. He got me a beer and we talked for a little bit. Finally he asked if I wanted to watch some porn, and went over to the couch while he set up the DVD. Five minutes in and I thought my cock was going to explode!! It was the hottest, most hardcore porn I had even seen and not being able to rub one out was driving me crazy. I dont know if he sensed how I was feeling or if he was just feeling the same thing, but he said, “hey its just us dudes here, you mind if I stroke off while I watch this?”
Now I was uncomfortable, but it was what I wanted too, so I said, “no problem, you mind if I handle up too?” He said go for it, so a little nervous, heart pumping, I starting to unzip and fish out my cock. Part the reason I didnt mind so much was that I thought I was going to show this old man up. He was in his mid 40s, about 6’2 and a little over weight, so I was pretty sure I was going to be pulling out a much nicer cock than his. I was 18 years old, 5’10 180lbs and in great shape, my cock was a solid 7 inches, straight and strong and a big cummer. I took a quick look over and could not help but gasp a little bit. His cock had to have been 9 or 10 inches and thick, also, he was the first guy I had ever seen that had his foreskin. I was on the football team and you see a lot of cocks in the locker room, but I had never seen one that wasn’t cut. Realizing I had looked for too long, I tried to turn away quickly but he had seen me.
“Ever seen one that wasn’t cut?” Busted, I thought to just play it cool, “No, I have never seen one uncut or that big, you could be in videos yourself.” He said, “Well its no different from any other cock, to jerk it though, I usually just slide the skin up and down it like this.”
I was mezmorized by the pumping motion he was making with his cock and for some reason, I wasnt feeling weird about this. After a few moments, he said, “you can touch it if you want, no big deal.” I was frozen. I wasnt gay, I had my share of girlfriends, I didnt know what this guy was talking about, but for some reason, I was still looking. “Go ahead if you want.” I reached a trembling hand half way over, he took his hand off his cock and guided my finger over the shaft and the skin and the tip, then he put my hand in his hand and wrapped it around his cock. My mind was racing, everything was a blurr, I was now pumping this guys cock with my hand. He reclined a little bit on the couch and said it felt good, he took his hand off and put his arm on the back of the couch. I guess it was instinct, but I kept stroking his cock and glacing back and forth from it to the porn.
Several moments passed like this, we didnt say anything, the only sound was from the porn. He finally spoke, “yeah she is really hot, look at her go.” I looked up, the girl was going to town on a cock she was sucking. Not knowing what I was saying or doing at this point I said, “she is awesome, that dude has a big cock too.” “Bigger than mine??” he smiled, maybe you should take a closer look.
He took his hand off the back of the couch and put it on the back of my head, he gave a little pressure and was now guiding my head down to his cock. Still in my daze, I let him, but stopped just short. His cock, that I was still pumping, was just inches from my face now. He said, “shes giving him some pretty hot action, why dont you give me some hot action like that too.” I opened my mouth to scream, but heard myself say, “ok” instead, I pulled the skin down and put the head of his cock in my mouth.
I had no idea what I was doing, I was just trying to do like I had seen girls do in videos and get this over with as quick as I could. He said, “that feels good, keep pumping me with your hand and just suck the top for a while.” I did as I was told. The taste was actually kind of nice, I was surprised how smooth and hot it felt in my mouth and I kind of started to feel turned on when I saw how good it was making him feel. I was relaxing a little now so I was trying to do it better and better. I started to pull his skin down hard, and his cock would instantly plump up in my mouth, to which he would give me a big, “mmmmm” and roll his eyes toward the ceiling. I was now on my knees on the couch next to him so that I could lean over and take it down even further. He was loving this and started to really push my head hard and fast. He started breathing really hard and catching his breath. He grabbed my hair and held my head in place, grabbed the base of his cock and said, “just hold it.”
He held my head in place while he furiously pump his cock. I braced myself for what was about to happen and finally he said, “oh shit!!” and started to pump his load in my mouth. I had never tasted cum before and was shocked at how hot it was, I tried to back away at first because I thought he was pissing in my mouth but he held me there. He was pumping load after load into my mouth, my eyes were shut tight and watering as I was getting close to gagging and running out of space to hold it all. All at once, he took his hand off the base of his cock and shot his last big load with one big thrust. His cock pushed deep into my throat and I gagged for breath. With him still holding me by the hair, I couldn’t pull off to breath so my gasp for air ended up just being a big swallow and I took down every hot, salty bit of cum.
He and I were both taking long, deep breaths now as we tried to collect ourselves. I laid back on my end of the couch, I noticed I had cum all over myself without even jerking my own cock. Guess I was into it. Not wanting to think of the total 180 my life had just taken, I made something up about having to get ready for work and hurried out of there. Soaking with sweat, feeling like I had just run 10 miles, I got in my car and drove with his smell and taste still all over me. I was so turned on!! I felt guilty, but I wanted to do it again. Going to the porn store worked out pretty weill, though I never actually bought any porn. Hey, I was 18 now, I could go back whenever I wanted 🙂

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Club Gomorrah. The Sissy Saga. Chapter 1 The Mindfuck.

Everything here is fiction.
Ryan Is a fictional character with a little bit of me in him.
This is a repost from my story over on Xhamster and all work here is my own sick twisted creation.
Please let me know what you thought, people seem to like this story on other sites so I thought you would too.