“Number of abortions rise in Gujarat a couple of months after Navratri” A statement made by Gujarat state’s women & child welfare Minister comes in India’s leading newspapers during Navratri festival. The entire Gujarat was agog with celebrations all over. Why Gujarat, every part of India celebrated Navratri festival in their own way.
Whips and chains hung from the wall as I looked down at my love as she slept, her light lashes gently folded onto the top of her plump cheeks and her golden hair fanning out on the floor. Her round ass stuck up in the air as her leg fell in front of the other, her side flattening against the ground. Though I had yet to do anything to her tonight, I could already feel my cock twitching with want, my ears yearning to hear the crescendo of her lusty moans.
Not having the patience to wait a moment longer, I grabbed a small whip from the wall and swatted her ass.
“Get up!” I barked as her body jerked awake, a small, red splotch formed on the curve of her butt cheek just beneath the black material of her skimpy thong.
Julie’s brown eyes looked up at me with a mixture of pain and ignited excitement. I furrowed my dark brows together and stared at her with a stony expression, waiting for her to present herself to me. After a couple seconds of fruitless waiting, I raised the whip high above my head and brought it cracking down on her rear once more. With the slap of the whip against her flesh, my pet squeaked with surprise and fumbled into position: her knees spread as she rested her stinging ass on the back of her heels, the back of her open hands resting on her knees as she looked up at me.
I smirked at her submission and ran the end of the stiff whip beneath her chin, forcing her head up higher. I stared into her brown eyes with my black ones, taking note that her small breasts were heaving with anticipation, easily contained in the small cups of lace that draped around her shoulders.
“You know better than that,” I scolded her as the whip ran down her neck and over her breasts, pulling down the lace to reveal her hardened nipples. “Making me wait for you to present yourself is unacceptable and you need to be punished.”
Her pert nipples were standing proud, topping the white globes of her breast like pink M&Ms. To set an example of what her punishment would be, I let the whip flash across her already hard nipples and heard her gasp as they became harder still. The whip cracked against her nipples a few more times, the skin around them turning red as cherries.
For a time, my whip nudged and circled her richly colored tips before I led the end of my toy to her moistened mound, pushing aside the wet material of her gusset to produce her glistening pussy. I smirked once more at the sight of her pink slit, the lips plump and begging to be sucked on.
My whip bounced against her sensitive clit and she visibly shuddered at the touch, her eyes fluttering shut with ecstasy as her mouth dropped open. I let the toy tap against her pleasure center and could not stop myself from smiling when I heard her throaty moan of lust.
“Stand up,” I ordered her, withdrawing the whip from the apex of her thighs, much to her disappointment. Without a moment’s hesitation, Julie stood at attention and waited for her next instruction, her palms open to me. “Go over to the bed and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied before backing away a few steps and turning to walk to our bed.
My pet stood next to one of the pillars of our four-poster bed, patiently waiting for me, her palms still presented to me as her eyes were staring at the floor. I placed the whip on the wall and strutted over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I stared hard at her. I needed not to ask her if she saw me, I knew that she could since I was right in front of her.
After a moment of silence, I order her over my knee. “Wh-w-what?” her shaky voice stuttered out to me.
“Over my knee,” I repeated with more force than before, making sure that she knew I was serious about this command.
Julie’s doe-like eyes stared at me in disbelief before she reluctantly obeyed my order and laid her torso across my lap, her thinly covered cunt resting against my thigh.
I let my gaze wander down the length of her spine, her soft flesh smooth and spotted with small moles about her shoulders, the black straps of her bra accentuating her complexion with its striking contrast.
“Beautiful…,” I whispered, my calloused fingers petting along her skin in long strokes, the pads grazing her back with tenderness.
My hand soon ran over the curve of her ass and I let my entire hand squeeze each globe, feeling the flesh bunch against my palm.
“But you’ve been a very bad girl, Julie,” my fingers tensing with the anger in my voice.
Without a hint of caution to the wind, I raised my hand and let it crash against her rear, still blotched with the prints of my whip, her body jerking at the sudden sting of her behind.
“And now,” I grunted through my teeth, spanking her between my words, “you need,” I spanked her once more, with more force, “to be punished!”
As I finished my sentence, Julie was shivering with arousal, her cunny seeping so much fluid that I was feeling the dampness on my pant leg. My hand smacked her skin once more before waiting for her voice. When I didn’t hear her squeak out a number, I used my other hand to pull on her hair, pulling her head back far enough to stretch her neck, but not enough to hurt her.
“You know the rules,” I hissed in her ear, sinking my digits into her canal with the material of the thong surrounding them.
Julie yelped and pushed her body onto my fingers as I stroked them through her pussy.
“How many?” I questioned her through gritted teeth, my fist full of hair pulling her head back further.
“F-fo-four!” she blurted out as tears of pleasurable pain gathered in her eyes, my fingers rubbing her g-spot through the fabric.
“Say again?!” I shouted at her.
“Four, Master! Master, there were four of them!” her tiny, high-strung voice called through the haze of feeling my thick fingers in her moist pussy.
Having a suffice answer, I withdrew my fingers and began my assault on her bright pink ass.
“Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!” she called with effort as her voice rose with the numbers, her butt rising to meet my hand sooner.
“Thirty!” my pet gasped with a tear rolling down her cheek before I let my hand soothingly rub her agitated skin.
As my hand rubbed in circles, Julie let her hips grind into my thigh in attempts to have the burning itch of her pussy satisfied.
“Sit still,” my cool voice commanded of her after a few minutes of rubbing her backside.
The faint glow of her red skin had died down now and I let my fingers hook beneath the side straps of her small thong. I dragged the fabric over her hips and down her tapered legs, letting gravity pull the cloth from around her small ankles.
Now that her pussy was fully exposed, I let my eyes feast upon her inviting hole, juices coating her inner thighs. My cock throbbed and leaked into my boxers as my pink tongue flew out to roll over my lips, tempted to stretch out and bathe my love’s now-puffy labia with my spit.
Resisting my urges, I gave each cheek a couple more smacks of my hand. My pet dutifully counted through her short breath and I rewarded her by rubbing the prints that I had just left behind. As my palm calmed her flesh, I gave into temptation and let my hand cup her shaved pussy. I stroked two fingers at a time through her aching pussy as even more of her pussy juice leaked onto her thighs, her hand unconsciously grabbing my hard cock.
My fingers stroked faster and faster as her hips gyrated against my thigh and fingers, my hand practically covered with her natural honey. My other hand reached beneath her and I began to rub her hardened clit with gusto, a new assault of slaps landing on the concentrated region.
Julie mewled and purred at my manipulation and began to lose her voice, her body unable to find the noise to show how my hands were pleasing to her soul. I knew her body was so close to the edge and I needed to see her reach her climax—my body craved to see her lithe form squirming with spasms of euphoric pleasure.
Knowing that she was tipping over the edge, I thrust three of my fingers deep into her awaiting hole and massaged her velvetine walls with unbelievable speed. Within a matter of seconds, she reached her crescendo and screamed as her pussy squirted out a cup of her womanly liquid.
Coming down from her climax, Julie twitched and shivered under my touch, my lips gently brushing against her shoulder blade.
“Mmm,” I purred into her ear as her body continued to quake for me, “let it all out baby girl. Come for me.”
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A short fictional story about me being gangbang bred by multiple men at work
The Ghost enjoys his newest addition to his harem, Lilith, while Lana and Chantelle search for their missing goddess.
Continuation of series. You may want to read Chapter 1 first.
Sean and the Bunny Rabbit
Sean grew excited, hearing the knocking at his front door. The escort agency had dispatched a new girl to answer his call tonight, and he eagerly looked forward to meeting her. Imagine his disappointed when he opened his front door and saw a bunny rabbit standing there.
Had the agency that had been so reliable made some sort of mistake, sending him a bunny rabbit? She was very cute, he supposed; she had large brown eyes and smiled at him sweetly, innocently. She was a grey bunny rabbit, with long white ears and a fuzzy white tail.
“You’re a bunny rabbit,” Sean said, pointing out the obvious. She nodded her head, wiggling in delight.
“Yes sir! I am.” She said, her foot suddenly twitching, thumping down on his wooden porch rapidly. “My name is Thumper.” Certainly, Sean thought, there must be some mix-up. The agency had never mixed-up his calls. The agency had always been very reliable. But his agency had sent him a Thumper.
“But I didn’t order a bunny rabbit,” Sean explained. The suddenly sad looking Thumper’s ears drooped noticeably, and her foot stopped thumbing on his porch. Looking out into the street, Sean began to wonder if the people who lived across the way had seen this cute girl come to his door. “Come in, come in, please,” Sean said, opening his front door wide and standing aside, so the she could enter his home. He watched her as her ears quickly perked up, hoping she wouldn’t start that annoying thumping again.
“Thank you sir,” the Thumper said. “And can I say, sir that I am very pleased…”
“Wait a minute,” Sean interrupted. “Why did the agency send me a bunny rabbit?”
“Sir, I was the only young girl at the agency,” Thumper explained. “When you called that is. I have been there all day, hoping I would get a call, sir, do you understand?” Though Sean nodded his head, he hardly understood at all. He led his little bunny girl into the living room and asked her if she would like to sit down. “Thank you sir,” the she said. She knelt down on the floor and leaned back, resting her little bunny butt on her feet, and looked up at him with her large brown, her cute little nose wiggling just a bit. She seemed nervous, Sean decided, her nose wiggling like that.
“How old are you, Thumper?” Sean asked her.
“Seventeen, sir,” Thumper responded enthusiastically. “And I am a very healthy and energetic bunny.”
“I see,” Sean said, not really seeing at all. “And you are really a rabbit? Or is that a rabbit suit you are wearing?”
“I’m only part rabbit, sir,” she explained. “Much of this is just a costume. But not all of it. I really am very comfortable dressed like this, do you understand?” Sean nodded, again, not understanding at all. “Would you care for me to remove what I can sir?”
“Please, Thumper, if it wouldn’t bother you too much.” Sean answered, sitting down on his couch, curious. Young Thumper immediately stood before him, and peeled off her bunny suit, whatever would come off anyway. Sean grew more confused when he saw a slim, curvy young bunny rabbit still standing in front of him. She had long blonde hair, from which rose her pretty bunny ears.
Well, she looked like a young teenage girl. But she was covered completely, except for her very cute face, with very short and fuzzy grey hair, all over her body. Sean wasn’t absolutely certain it covered her whole body, for she stood before him, still wearing a small furry white bra and furry white panties. He thought her fuzzy white underwear looked nice on her grey lightly furred body. And her body! She was indeed a healthy little bunny. He stood and approached her. At six feet tall, Sean towered over his little bunny rabbit. She was a slim one, she was, Sean thought, with curvy hips, thin waist and flat tummy. It appeared she had firm breasts, under her fuzzy bikini, that seemed a little too large on her petite frame. Sean liked that in a girl. As he circled around behind her, admiring her firm fuzzy teenage legs, he noticed she had a tremendous ass. It didn’t really bother him so much, he thought, that right above her ass was a fuzzy white tail. Thumper’s tail seemed to be shaking somewhat.
“Does your tail shake like that always, young bunny rabbit?” Sean asked, admiring her ass some more, wondering what goodies lay under her shaking fuzzy white tail.
She twisted her upper body slightly around to answer him, fixing her large brown eyes on him. Sean saw her cute little human nose was quivering too. “Only when I am nervous, sir,” the bunny girl explained. Sean nodded as the girl watched him circling her. Her ears seemed to follow him too, he saw, admiring their flexibility. She seemed to relax slightly, as he stood before her again.
Sean found himself wondering what he should do with this sexy little bunny girl before him. She certainly had cute brown eyes, and full pink lips. She had a slightly bad case of buck-teeth, but what bunny girl wouldn’t, he thought to himself, as he looked at her standing anxiously before him
.
“Sir, if I might add…” She started.
“Call me Sean, please, Thumper.” he told her.
“Sean, please, I wanted to say that I am sure I can be very pleasing, if you will only give me the chance.” She said, enthusiastically
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“I see,” Sean lied. “How long have you been at the agency, Thumper?”
“Almost a week sir,” the bunny girl said, with a brave smile.
“Hmm…and you have had how many calls?”
“For me? Specifically for me, sir?” She asked. Sean nodded. He saw her small smile fade, her ears droop.
“None sir, I mean Sean…but I have gone on three calls!” She added.
“And…?”
“This is as far as I have gotten, to be honest Sean. I have not been invited inside, until tonight.” She admitted, her ears drooping further. “There are not many calls for little bunny girls, Sean.” she added sadly, her ears dropping even further. Sean felt sad for the little bunny girl. She had gone to work for almost a whole week, and hadn’t been fucked yet. Poor bunny girl.
“Are you sexually…” Sean asked, “experienced?” The little bunny girl’s ears immediately rose, tall and straight.
“Oh yes sir!” she claimed. “Me and my little bunny brother, we screw…we screw like little bunny rabbits Sean.”
“You little brother is….”
“Fourteen, Sean,” she answered, smiling bravely.
“And his…”
“About the size of a small carrot, Sean,” the bunny girl answered. Sean thought that may be trouble. He told his bunny girl so.
“I am about the size of a cucumber, Thumper,” he said. “A large cucumber.” Thumper immediately showed signs of excitement, her bunny foot thumping on his floor, her tail wiggling away. Her ears flexed several times, in confidence. Her excitement soon passed though, as she quickly regained her composure.
“I’m sure you will find me comfortably tight, Sean,” she promised. “And so eager to please.” Sean was encouraged by her bunny-like enthusiasm. He had further questions though.
“Anatomically, could you please…are you like…”
“Just like a young teenage girl, Sean.” She promised. “I have a tight teen pussy, and a very tight teen ass.” She looked up at him with her large browns eyes. “My breasts are very firm sir, if you would like to examine them, perhaps?” Sean nodded.
“I would like to examine you breasts, Thumper, if it wouldn’t be a bother.” The young teen bunny quickly unsnapped her furry white bikini top, and proudly showed Sean her bunny breasts. Sean was very impressed with them. They looked very firm, and her pink fleshy nipples poked through her short grey fur, very hard and erect.
“May I feel them, Thumper?” Sean asked.
“Please Sean,” she answered, smiling. “Please feel my bunny breasts.” Sean took a breast in each of his hands. His bunny girl immediately grew very excited, her foot thumping on the floor. “Oh Sean…”
Her breast felt very firm, and he enjoyed her soft grey fur, he found, as he stroked it, petted it. He liked how excited his bunny girl got as he fondled her firm full fuzzy breasts.
“Feel free to squeeze them,” She offered. “And pinch my hard nipples.” Sean did just that, squeezing her firm breasts gently, and pinching her hard erect nipples.
“Oh Sean,” She moaned. “I enjoy the feel of your hands on me, fondling my breasts.” Sean continued to fondle her, wondering if perhaps he wouldn’t keep his little bunny girl here, tonight. Certainly, he was under no obligation to accept the girl, he could send her right back to the agency. But he liked her enthusiasm. Her excitement thrilled him a bit. She was a bit unusual, for sure, but perhaps it would be nice to fuck a young bunny girl for a change, he thought. But he knew he needed a bit more information.
“Thumper, would you mind removing the rest of your fuzzy bikini?” Sean asked. She shook her head, and quickly removed her bikini bottoms. And stood before him. “Would you mind turning around, and perhaps bending over a bit.” The bunny girl shook her head. She wouldn’t mind in the least.
Thumper turned away from Sean, and slowly spread her legs, and leaning forward, resting her hands on her furry knees. Sean grew excited at what he saw. Her little pussy was furry, for sure. But it was a puffy little pussy, with pretty pink fleshy pussy lips rising slightly out of her soft grey fur. Sean admired her little bunny pussy and told her so.
“You have a very pretty little pussy, Thumper,” He said.
“Thank you Sean,” she answered sweetly. “It would gladly welcome your large cucumber, if I may be so bold…”
Sean appreciated her answer, but began to wonder about her little butt hole, when he saw her little fuzzy white tail raise up. Underneath, was a pretty pink asshole. It looked very very tight to Sean.
“That’s a very cute and tight looking asshole, Thumper,” Sean said. She thanked him again.
“It’s my weakness, my tight little asshole, Sean. Do you understand? You see, I love it when my brother puts his little thing in my tight little butt hole.” The cute bunny girl said with a little giggle. Sean liked that trait in a girl, he certainly did, and it was not an ordinary trait, he knew. Sean decided, then and there to give his little bunny girl a whirl. Why not. He may never get a chance like this again, he pondered.
“Well, Thumper, I have decided,” Sean said to the bunny girl. She looked up at him, her brown eyes wide, her long white ears twitching with excitement. “I have decided to give you a try.” She immediately began thumping her foot quickly, something that Sean found a little annoying. “Perhaps, Thumper, you could restrain your anxious little foot?” The thumping immediately died down.
“I’m very…” She started, her foot thumping twice again on his floor. “Oopsy! I’m very sorry Sean,” She said with little giggle. “It happens when I get excited, you see?” Thump. Thump. Sean smiled at his young bunny girl encouragingly.
“Would you like something to drink, or a snack, Thumper?” Sean asked kindly.
“Perhaps Sean, if you have a small carrot, or maybe some lettuce?” Sean knew he was out of lettuce, but thought maybe he had a carrot or two in his refrigerator. He went to check, and soon returned with a small fresh carrot for her. “Please, Thumper, sit down and make yourself comfortable.” His little bunny girl sat down on his couch, and Sean sat next to her, as she crossed her nice legs in front of her on the couch. She examined her carrot, and dipped it down between her legs, and slid the tip of her small carrot between her pretty pink pussy lips, just a bit, and pulled it out. Sean watched her closely, as she slid the carrot into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it sensually, sucking on it lightly.
“Mm.” she said. Soon she nibbled the end of the carrot off. She chewed it slowly, and swallowed. “This is a very tasty carrot, Sean.” Sean was glad she enjoyed her carrot, and watched her as she dipped it between her legs again, sliding it lightly into her pussy.
“That’s unusual, Thumper,” Sean commented. “To eat a carrot that way.” Thumper looked at him, again slowly sticking the carrot in her mouth, sucking on it lightly, and moaning.
“Mm…I like bunny juice, Sean,” She explained, biting of a small bit if her carrot. “On my carrots. It taste very very good.” She dipped the carrot to her pussy again, getting it juicy. She held it up for him.
“Would you like a bite of my carrot, Sean, with some bunny juice on it?” Nodding his head, he said yes, he certainly would! She leaned over, holding the carrot in front of Sean’s open mouth, and slowly sliding it in. Sean sucked on the carrot, tasting her bunny juice. It was marvelous! Sean had never tasted anything like it before.
“Your bunny juice tastes wonderful, Thumper!” She was very pleased to here this and smiled proudly.
“My brother sure does think so.”
“Thumper, may I please…lick some juice from your furry little pussy?” Sean asked, hoping he wasn’t offending his little bunny girl.
“Oh Sean! I think I that would be wonderful!” Thumper turned to face him on the couch, and leaned back, resting on her elbows. Her legs fell slowly apart for Sean. “Please Sean, help yourself to all the bunny juice you want.” He looked between her fuzzy little legs, seeing her pretty pink lips and dove right in. Her little pussy, though furry, was very soft and puffy. He found his little bunny girl to be very sensitive.
“Oh Sean! Your tongue feels so good on my little pussy, please lick away!” Sean was soon flooded with bunny juice as he licked and licked between her soft wet pussy lips. Her pussy was very firm and wet, and exactly like a teen girls pussy should be, but tasted very very good! He slipped a finger into Thumper’s pussy, to get more juice from her, and found her to be very tight and warm inside. She moaned encouragements to him.
“Good Sean, good!” She moaned “You are making me very wet with bunny juice, licking me and fingering me like that.” Soon Sean felt her little foot thumping away on the back of the couch. “I’m so sorry Sean, I’ll try to control myself better,” She cried. He assured her it was ok. He was learning young bunny girls could be excitable. Her fury thighs were soon squeezing Sean’s face lightly, as she rubbed the top of his head with her furry hands, cooing softly and moaning his name.
“Oh Sean, yes baby, lick me Sean…You are so good Sean!” She moaned. Sean felt happy to be pleasing his little bunny girl. When he looked up at her, she was just sticking her carrot back into her mouth, sucking on it with an eagerness that excited him. She pulled it out soon, though, as she started to moan louder.
“I’m cumming Sean, please don’t stop licking me Sean, oh please keep going, oh please, oh it feels so so good! Whheee!” Sean was flooded with more bunny juice than he could imagine. And he tried to suck it all up, licking and nibbling lightly and her long pussy lips, and catching the juice as it dripped down toward her ass hole. “Oh Sean, that’s wonderful!” Too soon though, Thumper was pulling his head up from her lap.
“I get very sensitive after my orgasms, Sean,” She explained as the very tip of her ears folded over, again and again. She saw him watching her ears, and explained. “They do that, when I am in this excited state, Sean, I hope that doesn’t bother you.” Sean shook his head.
“No thumper, I like your expressive ears.” Sean told his little bunny girl, softly petting her furry thighs. She began to rub her hard little nipples when he said that, telling him he said the nicest things to her.
“I think you are very sweet, Sean,” She said smiling shyly at him, while beginning to massage her ample breasts.
“May I rub your breasts for you Thumper?” Sean asked.
“Please do Sean, I would enjoy it if you rubbed my breasts.” she said. “But do you have a bed, Sean, perhaps, we could…”
“Certainly Thumper, please follow me.” Thumper picked up her little bunny suit, and hopped after Sean. In his room, Sean took off all his cloths, and lay back on his bed, his young bunny girl following him. She crawled on top of him and hung her full firm furry breasts over his face. Sean was soon petting them, suckling them, and massaging them to the obvious delight of a thumping Thumper. Soon, Sean felt a warm furry hand wrap around his cucumber sized organ, which had grown very hard. He thought her furry hand felt marvelous as it began to massage his cock.
“You have such a beautiful BIG cock, Sean,” She declared. “It excites me to no end…” She began to coo softly and then asked Sean a very very serious question.
“May I, Sean,” Thumper asked shyly, “Kiss your cock, please?” Sean groaned and encouraged his little bunny girl to take his cock into her mouth. Sean briefly grew forlorn when she swung her full firm furry breast from his face, but grew happy again, when she spun around and he found himself looking up at her fleshy pink pussy lips. He stroked them several times, collecting more bunny juice from her. He saw that often her little fuzzy white bunny tail rose, twitching in excitement, exposing her little pink asshole.
And her mouth! It was so full of saliva, warm and soft. Little bunny girls, he soon learned had absolutely NO gag reflex. He felt very pleasured as Thumper sucked hard on his cock, except…
“Thumper, could you perhaps be a little more carefully with your cute little buck teeth?” Sean asked. Her little fuzzy white tail wiggled in affirmation. As her little furry bunny hand massaged his large balls, Sean felt himself growing excited. He suggested that perhaps he and Thumper move on to other things. Thumper was here to please, she assured him, Spinning around again, her pussy over his cock.
“Maybe, Sean, you would like me to mount you?” She asked, with a very cute smile and large brown eyes. “With my pussy, Sean?” Sean nodded, that would be nice. Slowly, Thumper began to lower herself onto his cucumber sized cock. She felt wonderful, Sean thought, as she slid down his cock. He was amazed with her long white fuzzy ears, as they twitched, folded and stretched as she took pleasure in him beginning to fill her.
“Oh MY, Sean,” his little bunny girl cried. “Oh me oh MY! What a nice cock, oh it is filling me so!” She squirmed on him excitedly, delighting Sean, visually and physically. What a wonderful bunny girl, Sean thought. Her pussy was so warm, soft and wet. She had very powerful, and talented, young pussy muscles, and they squeezed him just right. “Oh yes! Oh yes! You feel so good!” she cried, her little foot thumping next to his knee. “Oh fuck me! Oh fuck me! Brrrrrr!” She began to slide up and down on his cock, her firm sexy bunny legs easily lifting her up his cock and quickly lowering her, again and again. Her little pussy muscles tugging and squeezing his cock so pleasantly. Sean felt his lap soon covered in bunny juice. Thumper lay her fuzzy little hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.
“I love riding your hard cock with my tight teen bunny pussy, Sean, I love it I love it Ewwww.” She cried, her ears expressing their joy, reaching for his face, as she leaned down over him, and stoking his cheeks. He felt her warm bunny breath on his chest, her ears on his face, her pussy sliding up and down his cock so tight, so wet, so warm. And….
Thumper began to purr, and her purring grew more loud as her hips thrust her pussy up and down on his cock faster and faster. Soon the purring was vibrating his hard cock so wonderfully, and just right, too!
“I cumming!” she cried, her ears hugging his face tighter. “Cumming! It feels so good! You’re so big! Ohhhhh!” Sean lost control just then, and his cock began to pump his semen into Thumper. Lots of semen. Thumper’s pussy muscles seemed to grasp him tighter, more intimately, as she rose and milked him of his semen. Sean groaned pleasurably, excitedly, thrilled with his little bunny girl and her tight teen pussy. Soon, her ears were lightly stroking his face, as Sean found himself looking into her large brown smiling eyes. Her purring was gradually dying down, to Sean’s disappointment.
“Do all bunny girls purr like that, Thumper?” Sean asked.
“Only when they have a powerful cock-filled orgasm, Sean.” she answered sweetly. “And I had a powerful one, thank you.” Sean added that he did too. “I feel your semen, Sean, in me and running down my furry little legs.” When she rose up, again sitting on him, Sean saw that in his excitement, he had ruffled much of her finely furred body. He felt very bad about this, she had looked so well groomed when she had stripped for him.
“Thumper,” Sean said. “I am sorry, but I have ruffled your fur.” She looked down on him, and her ears seemed to tell him it was no bother, she liked having her fur ruffled by him.
“I have a brush in my costume, Sean,” she explained. “I can brush for you if you like.” Sean nodded, and soon Thumper was lying beside him, brushing her fine grey fur. Watching her, Sean had a thought.
“May I brush you, Thumper?” Sean asked.
“Yes Sean, but you must try to brush in the right direction.” she said. He watched her closely as she brushed, marveling at her pretty furry, tight teen body. Her fur didn’t grow out all in the same direction on her body. It swirled and curved. He took her brush, and tried his best to comb her fur just right. She cooed softly at his efforts.
“Very nice Sean,” she said. Sean began to brush the fur around her tight little belly button. He saw her little belly button was not filled with fur, but was bare of it, fleshy and neat. He poked it with his pinky, and Thumper giggled. “That tickles me Sean!” Sean saw that the fur around her belly button swirled sexily out around her flat tight tummy, and enjoyed brushing it. Soon, she was looking very well groomed again. She looked very pleased. Sean had grown very hard. She noticed.
“Perhaps Sean, you could brush my back?” she asked. Certainly! Soon, young Thumper was situated on his bed, on all fours, as Sean rose behind her to brush her back. As he did, young Thumper often raised her fluffy white tail, exposing her very tight young pink bud to him seductively. This gave Sean another thought, of course.
“Young Thumper,” Sean asked. “Do you suppose my cucumber sized cock would fit into your ass?” He looked at her with concern. She nodded enthusiastically.
“Bunny girls have a very flexible sphincter, Sean.” she explained. “And I am very very durable. I would take great pleasure,” she said with her ears tweaking wildly, “in you drilling out my tight teen ass with your cucumber sized cock.”
Sean was quickly positioned just right, behind his slim-waist bunny girl, gathering bunny juice on his cock, lubing it up. He rose behind Thumper, and pointing his cock down at her little pink asshole, he plunged into her.
“Ewww, you are so THICK!” she cried, her ears reaching way out, and then up, for his ceiling.
“Am I hurting you Thumper?” Sean asked with concern. She shook her head.
“No Sean. I am very accomodating, even to cucumber sized cocks like yours.” Indeed, Sean found her asshole to be THE most accomodating he had ever had. She took him all the way in! She remained very tight, and he marveled at the warmth and wetness of her muscular shit tubes. “Oh golly! Oh my GOLLY!” she cried. “So much more! So much bigger! Than my funny bunny brother! You fill me! You rub inside all of me! You feel so so so …..BIG in me! So GOOD in me…SO hard and THICK in me…Oh fuck away and Drill me out a whole new asshole SEAN! EWW!”
Her little fluffy white tail was almost expressive as her ears, Sean learned as he reamed out her fine poop-shute. He reached under Thumper, to tickle her long luscious clit and to rub her full firm breasts. She was just Delicious, he thought, offering her ass so generously to him, and squealing so pleasurably. Sean thought her ass squeezed him so well, so just-right, as he slid in and out of her so-so tight teen ass.
Soon, Thumper began purring again, vibrating his hard cock pleasurably. “Go Sean GO! I am cumming AGAIN!…I love ASS ORGASMS!” Sean was growing excited too, her ass squeezing him tighter and tighter as she came. And soon, he was pumping a large load of sperm into her squirming teen bunny buns. He sprayed cum deep inside his little bunny girl’s shit tubes. “Brrr…grrr…mmmm.” she moaned.
Later, after combing the fur on her back again, after he had messed it up so, Sean paid Thumper, and tipped her very very generously, pleasing her and making her very proud.
Returning home from work the next day, Sean stared into his refrigerator. He was wondering what to fix for dinner. He spotted a single little carrot in the back, and his mind was drawn back to Thumper. He pondered her, and thought, perhaps…
“Hello, Escort Agency, Martha here, May I help you?” The lady said into the phone.
“Hello, Martha, Sean here.”
“I didn’t think I would be hearing from you until this weekend, young man. How may I help you?” She asked.
“Martha, I was wondering, perhaps…maybe…Is Thumper there? Is that little bunny girl there now. Could she come see me?”
“Yes Sean,” Martha answered. “Thumper the little bunny girl is here.” At that moment, Sean was sure she was, because even over the phone, he could here a loud excited thumping. “It seems, Sean, she would be eager to come visit you.”
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A “girl’s night” turns into an erotic game of Truth or Dare for Ashley, Alyssa, and Madison.
John has a visitor (actually two)
Rick’s life changes awesomely after one phone call.
Horny teenage girl who likes to suck cock
Foreword: Once again I was a single man. I missed Marie terribly, but decided I would enjoy being single for a while. I had been unbelievably lucky, having been a part of numerous threesomes with both my first girlfriend Belinda, as well as my most recent girlfriend Marie. However, I was aware that I had not really initiated any of them. Belinda and Marie were responsible for all of my wildest adventures and I was longing to create some fantasies of my own. Everything I had experienced in my life up to that point was going to prove useful, if I was ever going to learn…
HOW TO HAVE A THREESOME
PART 1: FIRST I MET RENEE
Spring 2005
“Hang on.” I said to Alexis as I pulled my cell phone up to my ear. It was Marie calling. “Hello?”
“Hey baby, what are you up to?” Marie asked. She sounded good.
“Having lunch with Alexis. And yourself?” I asked.
“On a break from class. Will you call me tonight?”
“Sure babe. Love you.” Alexis rolled her eyes.
“Love you too.” Marie said as she hung up the phone.
Alexis stared at me annoyed as I put my phone back in my pocket. “What?”
“Love you?.. Dude, she moved away like six months ago.” She said as she poked at her salad.
“I’m not talking about this with you.” I held up my hands.
“Whatever. I just don’t get it. When are you gonna move on?”
“I am moving on Lexi! I’m not hung up on her, we’re just really close. You just don’t get it.”
“You’re right, I don’t… And don’t call me Lexi. That sounds like a stripper.” She batted back.
“Well I’m not calling you Alex, because that makes you sound like a dude.” I volleyed.
“Okay, then just stick to Alexis.”
Alexis was a lesbian. I met her through my friend and land-lady Karen. We became fast friends and eventually best friends. Sometimes, we bickered like an old married couple though. This was one of those times.
“Why does it matter to you so much anyway? Do I ever bug the shit out of you about which chick you have the hots for?”
“Have the hots for? What is this, the 50’s? Are we gonna go to a drive-in and get a drink from the soda jerk? You’re so lame dude.” She laughed.
As I drove back to work, her words stung in my ears. Maybe Alexis was right. Maybe I was hanging on to Marie’s memory. The thought bothered me. It was true, I hadn’t really hooked up with anyone since she had left… Shit.
On my way home from work, my friend Robbie called and told me a friend of his was playing guitar that night at some outdoor bar near one of the colleges in town. I thought about my plans to call Marie that night. I got mad at myself and decided ‘fuck it.’ “Yeah, let’s go.”
We arrived at the campus bar around 8pm. It was mostly out-door and the majority of the seating was a collection of picnic tables. I surveyed the landscape and realized that the majority of the patrons were college students. I was 25 at the time and decided that this was just as good a place as any to get started with my new life.
The girl to guy ratio was about even, but I came to the painful realization that I hadn’t been single in quite a while. I had no idea what I was doing anymore… Shit.
Robbie and I sipped our beers and enjoyed the music. The night was winding down and I was about ready to chalk the evening up as a loss. Maybe it was going to take more time to get back into dating than I thought.
I was getting ready to pay the tab when a young blonde walked up to our table. She was carrying a clip-board.
“Are you guys democrats?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I replied for both of us.
“I’m not supposed to ask that, but I always do.” She smiled. I took a closer look at her. She appeared to be in her early twenties (or maybe even late teens). She had blonde hair and was about 5 foot 9 inches tall. Her build was thin but her breasts were large for her frame. She was wearing navy blue Chuck Taylors and tattered jeans. Her Tee shirt was pale blue and featured a portrait of John Lennon above the words “Let it be.” I liked her right away. “I’m signing people up to vote but I choose not to bother with the republicans because we don’t need any more of them voting, right?”
I laughed. “Agreed.”
“So are you guys registered?” she tapped her pen on the clip board.
“Not yet.” I said. Of course, I was lying. I just wanted to have a reason to talk to her more. “Sign me up.”
We ended up staying another hour. Her name was Renee. She was a sophomore. Twenty years old and studying Political Science. She told me that she liked to go to that bar because they would serve her despite her age. She was very cute and I admired her idealism. I went home that night glowing.
One week later, I went back to that same bar, alone that time. I was hoping that I would run into Renee again. It was a lucky night. I saw her as soon as I got out of my car. I had already planned on really going for it that night so I walked straight up to her. “Hey.” I said.
“Hi…” she looked at me puzzled. She didn’t remember me.
“We met last week.” I said. “You asked me if I was a democrat.”
“Right! Right! God, I’m sorry man. I must’ve met like, a thousand people last week!” she apologized.
“No worries.” I said. I decided at that moment that I was just going to be direct. It was a new approach, but I figured I would give it a try. “I was actually hoping that I would run into you tonight.” I smiled.
She looked at me with another strange look. “Oh… Uh… I have a boyfriend, so…”
Shit.
“Oh. That’s fine. I just had a nice time talking to you last week and I was just hoping to talk to you some more, that’s all. No big deal.” I smiled putting my hands in my pockets.
“Oh.” She paused looking me over once more. “That’s cool I guess.”
I was in. We got a table and I ordered us some beers. I asked her about college. I asked her about her political beliefs. I asked her about music and spirituality. For three hours, I was blown away by how many things I had in common with her. I felt a strong connection with her and I could tell she was feeling it too. I didn’t make a move that night or the next time I saw her. I knew she had a boyfriend and I wasn’t going to risk scaring her off. Instead, I asked why he was never with her. She told me that he was a bit of a homebody. They had been dating since High School. Then she told me that he still lived with his parents. I had my angle.
All I had to do was let her ask me questions that would reveal positive things about myself. Then I would ask her questions that would reflect the weaknesses of her boyfriend. I know that I’m evil, but war is war. She was hot and any guy lucky enough to be dating her should try a little harder.
After going up there for four weeks straight, I finally asked her to hang out with me somewhere else. It was the end of the night and we had been flirting pretty hard all evening. I told her that I had a bunch of live recordings of Bob Dylan at my house. I also had more beer and she should come over and listen to some music with me. She accepted.
We arrived at my apartment. That night she was wearing a pale yellow tee that fit pretty tight and finely displayed her natural D cup breasts. I put on one of my old Bob Dylan bootlegs and got us a couple of beers from the fridge. We sat on the couch and sipped our beers as we listened to Bob wail on and on about lost loves and political woes. We were being openly flirtatious to a point but still keeping everything pretty safe. There was a tension in the air though. We had just gotten through laughing about one thing or another when the song “4th Time Around” came on. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “God, I love this song.”
I slowly leaned into her and brushed my nose against hers. Her eyes fluttered open but she didn’t pull away. We just sat there breathing onto each others lips for what seemed like forever. Her eyes drifted downward and she moved her face closer to mine. I placed the palm of my hand on her cheek and kissed her softly on the lips. I knew that this could have been the end. She tensed up for a brief moment and then she grabbed my face and pulled me in close. We kissed with deep passion. The kiss grew more intense and soon she was lying on her back and I was on top of her.
We made out for hours that night while listening to music and it was amazing. I wanted to be with her so badly that it was driving me crazy. Nothing else happened that night though. She left for home around 4AM. I hoped that what had happened wasn’t just a one-time deal. I didn’t sleep at all before going to work that morning. I was so afraid that I might’ve scared her away for good.
I got to work and it was like any other day, except for the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about this wonderful girl I’d met. I was smitten.
It was around 2 in the afternoon when I received a text. It was from Renee.
RENEE: Hey. Whatcha doin?
ME: Working. You?
RENEE: Thinking about last night.
I was curious. Without hearing any inflections or her tone, it was hard to know what she meant. Was she regretting what happened, or was she replaying it in her mind? I decided to play it safe for the moment.
ME: Me too.
RENEE: Are you alone?
I looked over at my boss sitting across the office at her desk.
ME: No.
RENEE: Can you be?
I slipped my phone into my pocket and excused myself from the office and headed down the hall to the private bathroom. Once I was inside with the door locked, I hurriedly pulled out my phone and typed:
ME: Yes. In the bathroom now. What’s up?
RENEE: I want to kiss you again.
Thank God.
ME: I want to kiss you again too.
RENEE: Then what?
This was getting interesting.
ME: Use your imagination.
RENEE: Too tired to do that. Just tell me!
ME: What about your boyfriend?
RENEE: He’s not here!
ME: Neither am I.
RENEE: Wish you were. I want to kiss some more.
ME: Then what?
RENEE: USE YOUR IMAGINATION! LOL
ME: Oh, I am…
RENEE: Really?
ME: Yes.
RENEE: What are you imagining?
ME: What you look like without any clothes on.
I waited a full minute before she texted back. Did I go too far?
RENEE: I’m starting to have some regrets about last night.
I panicked. I wasn’t sure what to say.
ME: Regrets?
RENEE: Yes. I regret that I didn’t get to feel your soft lips on mine.
I was relieved, but also confused.
ME: I suppose you’ve forgotten about the three hours we spent making out?
RENEE: No silly. I was referring to my other “soft lips.”
I was stunned. It took me a moment to regain my composure. She had just taken things way further than I was expecting.
ME: Wow! Okay, now I’m definitely imagining you naked.
RENEE: Do you want me to get naked?
ME: Right now? Where are you?
RENEE: Home. Sitting on the couch. You still in the bathroom?
ME: Yes.
RENEE: Tell me something dirty!
ME: Are you getting naked?
RENEE: No. Should I be?
ME: Yes!
A few moments passed.
RENEE: Okay. Naked! Now tell me something dirty.
ME: First, I want to kiss your neck.
RENEE: Okay.
ME: Then I want to slowly work my tongue down to your chest.
RENEE: Then what?
ME: Then I want to take your nipple into my mouth and gently bite it.
RENEE: Nice. Are you naked?
ME: I’m at work.
RENEE: But you’re in the bathroom. Is there a lock on the door?
ME: Yes. It’s locked.
RENEE: Then get naked!
ME: Would take too long.
RENEE: Okay. Well, I’m naked… Are you playing with yourself?
ME: Uh…
RENEE: Well?
ME: Maybe.
RENEE: Are you hard?
ME: Yes.
RENEE: I want to see it.
ME: That can be arranged.
RENEE: Are you touching it?
ME: I’m considering it.
RENEE: Touch it!
ME: Here?
RENEE: I want you to jack off!
ME: Are you touching yourself?
RENEE: Yep.
ME: Tell me everything.
RENEE: Okay. I’m lying on my bed, completely naked.
ME: Yes?
RENEE: My legs are spread and I’m making little circles around my clit with my finger.
ME: What are you thinking about?
RENEE: You in a little bathroom rubbing your hard cock thinking about me fingering myself.
ME: Wow! You’re dirty!
RENEE: Sometimes… I want to watch you touching yourself.
ME: Likewise.
RENEE: So, you were saying you wanted to lick my nipples?
ME: Yes.
RENEE: Then what?
ME: I want to slide my hand between your thighs and feel how wet you are.
RENEE: Keep going.
ME: Then I want to slip my finger inside.
RENEE: That’s hot!
ME: Thank you. Your turn. What do you want to do with me?
RENEE: I want us to both get naked.
ME: Yeah?
RENEE: Then I want you to put your big hard dick between my tits. Then I would take the tip of it in my mouth and you could do whatever comes naturally.
ME: Holy shit. You’re gonna make me cum.
RENEE: I already did.
ME: …Me too. Can’t believe I jerked off at work. You’re a bad influence.
RENEE: LOL Where did you cum?
ME: In the toilet. Can I see you tonight?
RENEE: Yes.
On the drive home from work, all I could think about was how crazy I was rapidly becoming about Renee. I couldn’t believe all of the dirty things she had texted me. I was grinning from ear to ear.
Once I arrived home, I saw my land lady Karen walking to her car. I immediately thought about my ex-girlfriend, Marie. I went inside and everything in the place reminded me of her. That was when it hit me. I had to move. If I was really going to move on and get a fresh start, I would have to leave this place where her memory still lingered.
I grabbed my laptop and sat on the couch. I opened up a local real-estate classified page and began to look for my new place. After about twenty minutes I had jotted down several places to check out when my phone rang. The caller ID told me it was Renee.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hello.” She sounded cheerful. “So, do you still want to hang out with me tonight?”
“Yeah.” I said. “What do you feel like doing?”
“My friend Chris invited me over to drink some beer at her apartment. Wanna come?”
“Sure.” I replied.
“Okay. Meet us at the campus bar at 8.” She said.
“See you there.” I said before hanging up the phone.
It seemed funny to me that she didn’t mention our little ‘sexting’ episode. Either way, I was excited about seeing her again. I had not yet met her friend Chris, but was intrigued. I didn’t even know if Chris was a male or a female. At 7:50pm I left my house.
I arrived at the bar on time and soon met Chris, which was short for Christine. She was a girl, which was good, but she was a very ‘big’ girl which I’m not really into. She was nice though and we got along pretty well. After splitting a pitcher, Renee went to the restroom. I asked Chris: “So, how serious are Renee and her boyfriend?”
Chris smiled. “You like her, huh? She likes you too I think.” I just smiled. “Well, I’m rooting for you. She’s been with Henry for four years, but he never comes out or does anything. I’ve only met him a couple of times.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “So why does she stay with him?”
“Probably because they’ve been together for so long.” She trailed off. Renee was coming back from the bathroom.
We split another pitcher and then headed to Chris’s apartment. We drank a TON of beer that night. We were all laughing and carrying on. I wanted to be alone with Renee, but I didn’t want to be rude. Then I remembered all the success that had resulted from a game of Truth or Dare several years earlier and suggested we play. They both agreed without any hesitation.
At first it was all silly stuff. Chris lived on the seventh floor of an apartment building near downtown, so she had this balcony that was so high up that the odds of someone on the street seeing you were pretty slim. As a result, many of the dares involved flashing out on the balcony. It wasn’t until about an hour later than Chris gave me a big hand. She dared Renee to kiss me.
Renee was smiling and red faced when she leaned forward and closed her eyes. Our lips met and I felt the same fireworks I had the night before. The kiss was wet and deep and we both opened our mouths. It was then that I learned that Chris was a trusted friend to her. She knew Chris wouldn’t say anything to her boyfriend. Good to know.
When we finished kissing, Renee didn’t want Chris to feel like a third wheel, so she dared me to motor-boat her. Chris may have been fat, but she had a huge pair of breasts. She smiled and pulled her low-cut shirt down just a little further and leaned back in her seat. I pushed my face between her breasts and did the motor-boat and we all had a good laugh.
Chris then surprised both of us by immediately daring me to rub my cock on Renee’s bare breasts.
I just looked at Renee and smiled, not sure what to do. Finally Renee laughed and said “Okay!” She turned to face Chris so that I could pull out my cock without Chris seeing it. She then reached down, laughing, and grabbed the hem of her tee shirt. She pulled it up to reveal her flat muscular stomach and her large breasts tucked into a black and white striped bra that clasped in front. Her body was even better than it was in my little bathroom fantasy. She gripped the clasp between her thumb and middle finger and in a quick snapping motion it came open.
Her breasts were perfect.
She was a small D-cup with high nipples about the size of a quarter. On her thin frame they looked enormous. She was laughing hysterically. I stood up in front of her and unzipped my pants. I was so excited by her beautiful body that I had gotten a little bit hard. I reached inside my pants and gripped my cock and pulled it thru the hole. I watched her eyes as she examined the length of it. She was still smiling. I leaned forward and squatted down a bit and felt the tip of my cock bump into her chest. I gripped it by the base and drug it downward across her erect nipple and then across to the other one.
I finally put it away and it was clear that we were both very turned on. It wasn’t long before we said goodnight to Chris and headed over to my house.
As soon as we got in the door we started kissing again. I pulled her in close to me and kissed her hard and deep. My cock was beginning to throb in my pants. I reached up to her chest and grabbed her perfect breast and squeezed it. Much to my surprise, she pushed my hand away. “No. No, we can’t.” she said between kisses.
“Why not?” I asked as I continued to kiss at her.
“Because I have a boyfriend.”
I stopped kissing her and took a step back. I didn’t know what to say. I thought that she was really into me and that it was a matter of time before she broke things off with the other guy and would be with me. I stood in the dark with my hands at my sides. “I don’t get it. What about all the kissing?”
She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Kissing is one thing. We can’t do anything past that or I would feel like shit.”
“What about all the texting today?” I asked. I was doing a poor job of hiding my frustration.
“That’s just talking, that’s not cheating.” She replied. I didn’t understand her reasoning at all, but it wasn’t my place to understand. It was her choice and I would have to deal with it.
“So what happens now?” I asked.
“Well…” she trailed off before breaking into a half smile. “We can make out some more.”
I crossed my arms. “Look Renee, that sounds like a lot of fun, but it won’t always be enough for me. If this is all we can ever be, maybe we should end it before it gets out of control.” We both stood in the dark in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
“Did you really jack off in the bathroom at work today?” she asked. The question caught me off guard.
“Yeah.”
“Just from the stuff I said?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She took a step closer to me. “Can I watch you do it?” she asked.
I was caught even more off guard. “What, now?”
She took another step closer and pressed her lips against mine again. She pushed her perfect body against mine and kissed me hard. She kissed me long enough to feel my cock rise and push against her hip, then she pulled back and leveled her eyes with mine. “Take off your clothes.”
It was like I was hypnotized. I pulled my tee over my head and she went back to kissing me deep and hard as I fumbled in the dark with my belt. I managed to get it unfastened and to unbutton and unzip my pants. I was still kissing her hard and deep when they fell in a bunch around my ankles. Renee pulled me toward the couch and I stepped out of my jeans to follow her. She sat me down and I was completely naked. She kissed me again and grabbed my right wrist. Then she moved my hand across my hip and rested it on my cock. “Grab it.” She said. I did as I was told. She smiled as she licked her lips. “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” she asked.
“Yeah.” I had already begun to lightly slide my fist up and down.
“Do you wanna fuck me?” she asked.
“Yes.” I moaned.
“Good. I want you to fuck me really hard.” She moaned. “Did you like rubbing your dick on my tits?” she asked in a breathy voice as she slid her palms up her chest.
“Yes.” I uttered. I had tightened my grip and was beginning to quicken my pace.
“Do you wanna fuck my tits Johnny? Do you want me to suck your cock while you fuck my big tits?” she moaned as she leaned in to kiss me again. She broke away and moaned “That first night I met you I wanted you to take me behind the building and jerk my pants down and bend me over a table, then shove that big fat cock in my pussy.” I was jerking myself faster by then. She watched me work as she continued. “I wanted you to spit on my asshole and stick your thumb up my ass.” She was massaging her breasts thru her shirt. “Yeah, jerk that big fat cock for me!” she moaned. That was all I could take. The muscles in my neck tightened and my face went red. I felt my asshole tighten up as I shot a burst of cum up onto my belly. “Cum for me Johnny!” Then another followed by a third. “Get yourself off Johnny!” I finally froze and slumped down into the couch, breathing heavily and sweating a little.
Renee leaned over to me and kissed me one last time on the lips and then stood up. “See? That was fun, right?” I just looked up at her, still breathing heavily. Then she walked to the stairs and turned to me one last time. “Talk tomorrow?” Then she was gone.
I leaned back into the couch, still breathing heavily. “What a weird-o.” I sighed with a smile.
The next morning, I almost threw my alarm against the wall. Two nights earlier I hadn’t slept at all, and this time I had only gotten a couple of hours. I had to go to work, but it was Friday and I was thankful for that. I drove to work like a zombie and immediately headed to the break room for some coffee. After what had happened the night before, work could not hold my attention. I was tired and bored and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Around 11:30, my phone chimed…
RENEE: Hello!
ME: I’m going to kill you.
RENEE: Why?
ME: In the last two days I’ve gotten 3 hours of sleep. Your fault.
RENEE: Can I make it up to you?
ME: What did you have in mind?
RENEE: Is the bathroom available?…
We had another incredibly hot ‘sexting’ session and again, I jacked off in the bathroom. She was so dirty, but I couldn’t have her. It was driving me nuts. I thought, maybe eventually she would cave and I would have her. I hoped that anyway…
NEXT: PART 2: THEN I MET AMANDA
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Jenny steals some medication and feeds them to the mother of a friend of hers, to gain mind control over her.
sry i didnt write this but i thought it was really good. enjoy
The third part of this story is broken down into three parts. I realized that 35000 words is a lot to consume in one sitting. This part is entitled Papa and Megan-Cabin at the Lake, Part I. The story line has been set and will not be changee, so please refrain from giving your suggestions as to alternate story lines. Also, I have tried to edit my work carefully but make no claims to its accuracy, so please read, enjoy and comment, but keep your insults to yourself.
A family walk leads to a wet T-shirt contest of sorts.
Mystress Patience Assail
Many have asked about my history. Many are intrigued to know the secrets I keep behind my cold, dead, grey eyes. Though, when I uncover those hidden portals… when I begin to speak of them, most who have longed to know… usually back away with disgust, unable to speak. Then, they run, quickly, and as far away from me as they can get. Though I get much pleasure in watching the horror bubble up in their eyes, I take much precaution to keep my past, the life… and the unlife… I have lived just as hidden as the Kindred keep their masquerade. My own sire doesn’t even know much of my life before him…. and my unlife after him. The nature of which I have lived it… survived it. However, I suppose, one cannot deny one’s own nature. The way they were born to be. The way they were… breed… to be. My name was not “Patience” at the time. That is a stage name I have picked up through the years. Even I forget my last name. My “sir” name. I do know my first was Dominique.
Though, here you sit, asking me to reveal all of my secrets to yet another. You, to be exact. Are you sure? Are you sure you are willing to travel the deep, dark, and sometimes vile path known as my past? Even though some parts may disgust you? Turn your stomach? Make you not like me? Can you handle it?
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I was born into a wealthy family in the year 1705 in a land that is now called Germany. Well, It was more like I was bread into it. Both of my parents had been breed to be a perfect a human beings as possible. Physically and mentally that is. They were both part of a new, secret, underground society trying to raise Germany above all. This was a society where certain women were chosen to give birth to the next few perfect generations. Generations that would make Germany the strongest power in the world. Well, anyway, that was what they thought would happen anyway. My mother was one such woman.
My father was a soldier who could weald a sword like it were nothing more than a twig. No man stood in his way when he was on the battle field. He stood to a good 6 feet 5 inches. Crowds parted like the red sea when my father walked the streets. He was not the father of my brothers. They all had separate fathers. It was the society’s way of keeping the line pure.
My mother was a perfect lady. Trained in all the proper ways of society…. as well as all the proper ways in the bed. She stood 5 feet 11 inches. Her hair, blond, eyes blue, and a body that was the German perfection of woman. Breasts large, supple, and round, hips swollen from many childbirths. She had been doing so since she was 14 years old. People adored her for what she was. She was treated as if she were royalty because she was doing what she was breed to do. To give birth to more German perfect human beings. She was paid amounts beyond fathom for every son. Sons who would one day be well trained soldiers like their fathers.
Then, there was me. A daughter. Different from all because of my red hair, but stronger than them as well. Which made me the ideal woman. My mother was moved into a large house fit for a queen after she had me. This was because when a breeding woman gives birth to a girl, she has now made it possible for the next generation to also go on breeding. My father was given a hire place in the army for siring a perfect breeder.
And so, my mother’s destiny, was now my own. I was raised knowing full well, what I was brought onto this planet for and was honed with the knowledge of intriguing men, alluring them…. the proper bedroom etiquette, as well as being taught the ways of society. I was taught to be a lady in public, yet know how to make every man happy that would come to my bed. All of this I learned before I even saw a naked man. I was to be put up for breeding after my first period. I both anticipated that day, and I dreaded it with every nerve in my body. Though I had been trained and studied to be the perfect mate, I had no knowledge of what it would really entail.
In secret, my father also taught me things. He taught me how to fight. Defend myself. How to weald a sword. Crack a whip. Ride a horse. He taught me things my mother would have had a fit if she’d known. These were things a breeding woman… girl… was to never know. The society did not like a breeder to be able to push her mates away. My father taught me a few other things that even he was not aware of. I would notice his hands lingering a little longer on certain parts of my body than a father’s hands should. I learned that if I moved just the right way so that he had a better feel, he treated me better. So I did. And often. Many times, I would sit beside him at dinners or stand close to him in the field. Allowing his hands to be anywhere they wished to be. He never did more than touch me… then. However, my willingness pleased him… greatly.
Exactly on my 12th birthday, I “became a woman”. And a week after, my parents were so proud that their daughter had become ready at such a young age, They held a huge, lavish party held in honor of it. My father had invited all of his best soldiers. And there were a lot of them. My mother invited the wealthy men from society. There were few women invited. My mother explained that women were not needed for this sort of party as she took me ‘‘round to meet all of the men one by one. Some were old, others big, others still were very young, yet all were known to be “perfection”. The men would look me up and down, with eyes full of pure animalistic lust. The sheer silk my mother had made me wear showed my breasts had barely begun to mature, I hadn’t any hips yet, a small mound of red fur had just begun to grow on my young pussy. I looked young, healthy, supple, and ripe. As they met me, the would quote a number. My mother would either take money from them or laugh at, what I learned to be, their offer.
This, I realized, was the men bartering for the right to sire my first child. I had no choice to whom it may be. The highest bidder was the one who got to me first. The party had simply been a way for my parents to show case me to the healthiest, richest, and strongest men in the society. So that my destiny would be fulfilled.
That night, after the party, my mother took me to a huge room filled will cushions and pillows. All vibrantly colored. There was a large bed in the center. Fruits and wine on tables around it. She had me get undressed and stay that way. She told me that my first mate would be in soon and I must prepare myself and remember all that she had taught me. She took me to the bed and when I crawled onto it, she left me alone, leaving the room.
I laid on the bed and leaned on a cushion. The silk was cold on my skin and I could feel its chill on my young pussy lips. I squirmed my hips a little, liking the feel of the silk below me. I reached down and played with the soft fur and waited for the man who would fill my young girl womb with fire and life.
The door at the other end of the room opened again and I turned to greet my night’s lover, and saw my father standing there. I covered myself up with a coverlet thinking he should not see me like this. “Yes Father?” I asked innocently. Oh how innocent I was. He smiled as to laugh at me. Then he began removing his clothes. I looked at him in shock. He came at me, ripped the coverlet off of me, and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me. I screamed and in an instant his hand was over my mouth.
My eyes were wide as I stared into his icy blue eyes. My father was handsome. Fierce and cold. He didn’t say a word. Just stared into my eyes like a tiger. I was frozen with fear and shame. He had no kindness in his eyes. My father was not behind the eyes staring into mine. This man who raised me, taught me to fight, showed me love, caressed my young nipples and pussy to orgasm many times before… this man was now on top of me looking at me with lust and ownership. With the hand not covering my mouth, he pried my virgin legs open and settled between them. He guided his huge dick between my pussy lips and slowly pushed in and out making me wet. I began to cry. I knew I was supposed to so this. I knew this was what I was born to do… but did it have to be my own father? He took his hand away from my mouth, never said a word, grabbed my hands and pinned them under his, bracing himself. There I was, spread wide. My arms being held open by his huge hands. My legs forced open by his thick hips. And my pussy lips being torn open by his huge dick. I closed my eyes and began to beg him to stop. This only made his cock larger. I looked him in the eyes. The eyes full of primal hunger.
I screamed as his hips rammed his cock deep into me ripping my pussy open. Pain ran through every nerve of my young body. A look of pure ecstasy went into his face and eyes as my scream escaped my lips. “That’s what Daddy likes to hear”. He said in a husky tone just before he thrust again. More pain. Tears poured out of my eyes and I cried and moaned. I begged him to stop and told him he hurt me. He thrust and thrust. Grunts came from his throat like a roaring lion. He kept thrusting slowly until my pussy was wet enough for him to move faster. Still holding my arms at my side, my father moved his gaze to my body. Watched my small breasts sway as he pumped me faster and faster. His eyes were glazed over like he was drunk or high or something. This was impossible because he would be thrown out of the society if he were. It was my little body making him high. My tight pussy. Watching him get so engulfed in my body made me both fear him and excited too. I felt my pussy get wetter and shame came over me. He looked up at me when he noticed my getting wetter. “Daddy’s little slut likes it!” He sounded so enraptured. I didn’t like it. I shouted it to him. I tried to buck him off me, but it only made his dick go deeper. I screamed. “Yes! Scream like a bitch little girl. Make Daddy cum.” He fucked me harder. One of his hands came to my face, covered it and held my head down. My back arched as his pounding and fucking. His head went back and a massive roar escaped his opened mouth, I felt him pump loads of cum into my small pussy. I felt is leaking out and down my ass crack. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me under his large body. His other hand still clasping my wrist, the fingers of the one on my face slipping into my mouth, and his softening dick still in my sore pussy. I moaned in pain and as the moan reached my father’s ears, it quickened his dick to life again.
He raised up again and I lay there in shock as my own father continued to rape me yet again. After he’d spilt himself into me, he held tight onto me, then raped me again. He did this several times until he finally pulled himself off of me. I remained silent and in shock as he got dressed and walked out of the room saying, “I payed the highest. It was my right to be your first.”
I laid in the bed sobbing at the betrayal of both my father’s rape and my mother’s selling me to him. I thought even she… even the society had the decency to not sell to the girl’s own father. Yes, as it was, here it had been done.
As I lay crying, the door opened again. I jumped up, fearing that my father had come back… but it was not him, it was another man. He too began to remove his clothes. Stunned, I asked what he was doing. He also laughed at me.
“I am to be your mate for the night.” He said lustfully.
I began with the “but… but”s, but he was on top of me before I could get a sentence out. When he had finished and left, another took his place. A total of ten men had come to my bed that night.
The next day, I ran to my mother crying. She. Along with the men, laughed at me. “You never mate a mare with only one stallion and hope it takes the first time, dear.” Was her response. “We need you to bare children. And in case one mate can’t ‘‘perform’’, we give you several more. ‘‘Tis the way of our destiny.” She looked at my tear swollen eyes. “You might as well learn to like it.” She smiled at the few men in the other corridor who were waiting to be between her own legs. “I have learned to love it.” She hadn’t sold me to the top bidder, she had sold me to the finest men in the society. All of whom were to have their turn. For several nights after that, men visited me. I never knew their names. Were not important. All that was important was that I get pregnant. This way, they could claim the society as the sire to my children.
—— To Be Continued —–
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