Hey All, this is my first attempt at writing a story in a sexual/erotic nature. Please shoot me your feedback! I have quite a few more chapters I’m working on now and would love some constructive feedback of this and my future works.
Guessing I need to add this… if your under the age of 18, please stop reading now. All characters in this story are 18 years or older.
The Kama Sutra or Kamasutra is most notable of a group of ancient texts known generically as Kama Shastra (Sanskrit: Kāma Śāstra) by Vatsyayana Part 2 talks about Amorous advances/sexual union Part 2 Chapter 5 talks about Biting, and the means to be employed with regard to women of different countries
Pre-series. The Stanford Library. Sam is trying to study…Jess has other ideas. Sam/Jessica One-Shot
This will make no sense without reading Part I. Please do so. There is little “action” here till near the end of the piece. That is the nature of the story. If this were a fantasy, I could have changed that. It isn’t. This is how it happened.
The last episode of this series I did hurry, I tried to complete to soon after my eye surgery and it was hurting. I hope this helps.
As the Battle of Hogwarts comes to an end Harry Potter would like nothing more than to have a peaceful life with Ginny Weasley, unknown to Harry there’s still one man that seeks his death.
One VERY kinky night while home from college.
sorry for the wait ive been real busy but here is part 3 hope you like
there is a significant amount of build-up so leave now if your here for a quickie, this is my first story i have more plans for this series and a few other series but ill see how this does first, enjoy
My beginnings as a Cum Dumpster for Dog Sperm…
“You are to please and be pleased.
“The thought of a threesome situation with a third man (toy boy) for your sexual gratification and enjoyment has strong appeal,” I emailed my lover Mireille.
To make sure we were on the same wave length I set out my rules and expectations and asked her to provide her list.
1970’s – Italian city school girl goes out to deliver her scout cookies but finds trouble in a changing neighborhood.
For Nancy, who says I don’t speak enough…well, sometimes…
its been awhile ive been caught up in some new books i got and skyrim, i put off typing this up and havent written anything for about two weeks enjoy
When Erica managed to calm herself down and clear the traitorous thoughts running around in her head she started to plan the next move she’d need to make. It was unbelievable to Erica that fate would pair her up with a Hunter. Erica was an empath even before she had been turned and the change from mortal to vampire altered that gift as well. The ability to feels other emotions while difficult at first became useful once she had learned control over it. The change granted her the ability to feed off of the energy created by strong emotions and thereby reduced the amount of blood she needed to consume. There were other advantages of what the change did to her gift.
All vampires were apex predators, the top of the food chain as far as mortals were concerned. Erica could track prey by scent and sight even in a dark forest on a new moon as easily as she had detected John, the Hunter she corrected her wayward thoughts, as he walked in under the bright lights of the dance club. She had a greater advantage in her hunting in that she could sense what her targets were feeling; letting her avoid those that were wary or dangerous to her. At least that’s how it had worked until she met him, Erica thought. How could a gift she’d trusted for the last century fail so miserably that she had kissed a hunter?
Erica wanted to deny her feelings about the handsome young man even though she’d never had cause to doubt herself. The bigger issue she had with the situation as a whole was the fact that she knew what John was feeling for her right up until the moment he dropped her on her ass and ran for the hills. She had felt lust for sure, but that she got from the men and women on whom she fed from. Underlying the lust was a strong surge of emotion she wanted to deny having felt; even with all her desire to forget the feeling, love was an emotion she so rarely felt that she couldn’t help but to luxuriate in on the few occasions she felt it. This had been the first time in Erica’s long life she had felt it directed towards her.
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John finished his breakfast before using the showers at the truck stop. He was back on the road heading for the cabin in the mountains. He turned the music up and tried to focus on it at first. After that he started looking at the license plates on passing traffic to count the states before moving on to counting mile markers. No matter what he attempted John was unable to get thoughts of Erica out of his mind. He’d already given up on try to think of her as an It or a thing because his mind refused to form those thoughts. John admitted to himself that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; let alone had met personally. The problem existed in that it was his life’s mission to protect those who were ignorant of their existence from the creatures that lived in the shadows. He pushed the thoughts relating specifically to Erica to the back of his mind and focused on the crisis or identity or faith that he’d had right before stopping for breakfast.
Where all of the monsters automatically evil simply because they weren’t human anymore? Not all of them started off as humans as far as he knew but many had. He had been fighting for his life since he started hunting a decade ago; never able to go a day without thinking of the danger they were to him. Now last night he walked right up to her and kissed a Vampire, kissed Erica. He pushed the memory of her lips against his from his thoughts again. What happened to ten years of training and survival instincts when he’d seen her across the room? The thing that bothered him the most was that any other time he’d been in the presence of any kind of monster he’d know they were supernatural even if he didn’t know the type of creature he faced. Last night there was no sense and no warning.
John’s thought shifted to the night, five years ago, that he had found his parents had been turned. They had sought him out after they’d been changed; they hadn’t attacked but then again he didn’t give them a chance to do so. The minute he was in their presence he’d had that same feeling of danger he’d get from the monsters. He pulled out the machete and sidearm he used for hunting and attacked. I should have died that night, John thought. But he hadn’t; he’d taken on two trained Hunters with all the powers of vampires and lived. Had they come to him to die? Was he that good of a Hunter? What had happened that night?
Thoughts of Erica wouldn’t stay in the back of his mind. The feel of her skin as his hands slid down her arms and around her hips. The memory of the weight and feel of her body against his when he lifted Erica from the floor with her firm ass resting in his hands flashed though his mind. The smooth texture and pressure from her lips when the kiss started pushed into his mind followed by the sensation of her tongue against his as the kiss deepened. Part of John wanted to turn the truck around and head back into the arms of a predator. He thought that he might finally be going crazy because of the knowledge of what existed in the shadows. He forced himself to continue on for the cabin.
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Erica came to a decision on what to do and implemented it as the sun set that evening. She employed another aspect of her gift that had been changed with her. In addition to feeding and sensing the emotions of others she was able to track them in a way similar to dog and other vampires hunting by scent. Erica rushed back to the club’s parking lot in order to detect a trail. She found the imprint of his emotions quickly enough and she had two trails to follow. The first trail was the freshest as it had all the emotion she had felt in the club with a heavy dose of fear and confusion added to it. The second trail she found was older and the one she had been looking for; it didn’t have the feelings of lust or love but had his emotional flavor, for lack of a better word. This one Erica chose to follow back to where John had come from. She’d chosen this tactic in for several reasons. The first being that by following the older trail she’d be able to tell if the newer one joined up with it; telling her if she’d be walking into his home with him there. The second reason is that she really didn’t see herself as ready to face John; her emotions were still conflicting with each other. She feared for her life in seeking out the Hunter but wanted nothing more than to have him hold her in his arms again.
The trail she followed never crossed with the newer one as it led her to John’s home within the city. She entered the building without fear as she already knew that John wouldn’t be there. Climbing the stairs quietly as not to disturb his neighbors Erica’s heart began to race, pounding away in apprehension. She had no fear of death, but of what she may learn about the young man she was hunting. Hunting was the right term but not in the traditional sense. Erica wanted him more than she was comfortable admitting to herself; the last century of her life had been very lonely because she didn’t let anyone close. She closed off her heart as she was afraid to fall in love just to watch the person age, wither and die or for her to need to move away from the area as to hide her nature. Erica broke into the apartment simply by turning the knob with her enhanced strength until the lock broke in her hand. She spend the rest of the night looking for anything she could find that would help her understand John.
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John arrived at the cabin just about the same time that Erica was breaking into his home in the city. He was unaware of her actions even though memories of how she looked and felt in his arms assaulted his mind and heart. He hung his jacket on the coat rack and headed to the back of the cabin to cut firewood. The sound of the axe driving its wedge shaped head into the wood was deafening in the quiet forest. That was his meditation; the method he chose to aid in clearing his mind. He’d split enough logs to last for an entire winter before his thoughts had calmed enough to allow for decision making. He came to a decision in regard to Erica and began his preparations for the most important hunt of his life.
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‘A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 02’ is a continuation of ‘A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure.’ If you have not yet read that story, I advise doing so before you start to read this story. A cheerleader gets a very memorable present on her birthday.
Continuation – This is a story of how it all began for me at an early age. It starts slow and some chapters have more action then others but honestly, I feel that those are the more interesting ones. I suggest that you read them in order as to fully enjoy them. Please let me know how much you liked them and maybe even how it made you feel. I know it made me all wet writting it and had to stop multiple times for obvious reasons. Please feel free to check out my picture gallery. Enjoy!
5 months ago, my parents died in a car accident, involving a drunk driver. Soon after, I was sent to live with my dad’s younger brother, Max, up in the mountains hours away from my old home. One day, sometime during the night, I happen to pass my Uncle’s bedroom and happen to catch him doing something that will forever change my life.
Bo meets up with Mya. She turns out to be his “dream” girl.
This is the story on how Caraline and myself met. I hope it is better written than my last effort.
Just a short story I wrote, editing is probably bad I wrote this entirely on my phone. If requested I will re-edit.
After my session with Denise and Charlie, I could die a happy man, I mean really, two fantastically hot teenagers had fucked me silly, hell, I even took Charlie’s virgin asshole, but alas the worlds time schedule is its own, so I didn’t get to repeat the performance the rest of that week.
Friday comes, I head to the gym to get back into my routine, I had found a nice place not too far from my house, so I decided to put my things in a small pack, and jog over.
I arrive at the gym, check in with the instructor at the front desk, then go about my workout, I’m on a station doing lat presses when I hear “owwww.. help please!!…”, I look towards the voice, and see a young lady having trouble with a butterfly machine, I jump over to her, see that she had used way too much weight and was currently sitting with her legs pulled wide open.
I pull the two attachments together, straining, I tell her “get your legs out now!” she quickly pulls her legs up and out, I slowly let the arms open again, she is climbing out of the seat, and as she gets down she cries out “owwww.damn it!, I move to her “are you okay?” I ask, “owww..no..something’s going on with my inner thighs…owww” she cries, without a word I pick her up and take her to one of the tables, and set her down.
“it sounds like your having spasms from over exerting your adductor longus” I said “my what?…and do I need to go to the hospital for this?” she asks with concern in her voice, “adductor longus…those are the long muscles on the inside of your thighs…and no..no hospital…” I laugh “you just need to massage the muscles to stop the spasms…would you like me to show you?” I ask.
“would you please….it hurts so fucking bad right now…oh god..I’m so sorry about the language..but it really does hurt” she pleas, I chuckle and tell her “don’t worry about the language…I’ve heard….and said a whole lot worse….lay back, and move your right leg so your knee is bent ninety degrees, it will hurt, but I’ll get it to feel better”.
She complies, and I start to knead the muscles starting closest to her knee, then working my way up the inside of her thigh “ohhhh….god…that feels sooooo good” she moans as I work the knots from her muscle “ohhh…seeing as we’re being so intimate…mmmm…damn….my name is Alexis Duval….and you are…ohhh..god” She says, laughing again I say “nope, not god….just Steve Edwards at your humble service, rescuer of maidens in distress”
Giggling she say’s “it’s nice to meet a rescuer of maidens Steve”, I move to the other side of the table and tell her “now the same thing with this leg, but don’t bring the other leg back yet, we want to keep the muscle elongated until the lactic acid has bled off some”.
I massaged the muscles again, eliciting more moans from her, she quips “god I sound like a proper slut here…but it feels so good not hurting..” I chuckle politely, “not going to judge you” but the truth of the matter, is that her moans were causing a reaction I didn’t really want at the moment, so I shifted myself to try and keep things under control.
After I finish getting the spasms to subside, I help Alexis down from the table, and finally get a really good look at her, mid twenties, shoulder length straight red hair in a ponytail, sparkling green eyes and pale lips in a beautiful face, 34 b breasts, slim hips, long legs…a walking wet dream standing there in her tights and sports bra.
“I can’t thank you enough for helping me out here…the reason I came to this gym was that there was hardly anyone here…that almost caused me some trouble” she said, looking me in the eye, “can I buy you lunch, or coffee, something?, anything?” she stands on her toes and kisses me on the cheek “my knight in dri-tech armor” a loud rumble of thunder startles us, and we both look towards the window and see it’s now pouring rain.
I turn toward her, smile and say “as a matter of fact, there is something you could do to rescue me…could you give me a ride home?.. I jogged here because the forecast didn’t say anything about rain…I’ll even throw in lunch..” she smiles back and says “deal!”
We get into her car (a friggin hybrid of course) and I give her directions to my place, we chat about what each of us is doing in our lives, I find out she’s 23, a legal assistant, had just gotten out of a long term relationship because he wouldn’t stop cheating on her, even though she gave him several chances to stop (what a royal douche bag I thought!) and several other tidbits of information about her, when we arrive at my house “holy shit…what a nice place…damn..sorry about the language again” she blurts out, I laugh out “no offense taken….again, in fact I even find it kind of cute” her cheeks start approaching the color of her hair “you do?…really?” she inquires, “uh huh…..let’s go” I reply and we open the car doors and get out.
Mother nature must have a sense of humor, because she chose that exact moment to unleash the most torrential downpour I had ever experienced in my life, in the twenty-five feet it took us to get from the car to the door we looked like someone had sprayed us with a firehose, laughing, screaming, and dripping we entered the house.
I tell her “come with me, and I’ll get you something dry to change into, while I put your clothes in the dryer” but she shakes her head (spraying water as she does) and says “I’m not going to walk through your beautiful house dripping all over the place, I’ll just take my things off here, and then we can go dry off” before I can say a word, off come the shoes, leggings, yoga tights, then her sports bra, leaving her in a pair of white thong panties, with her pale pink nipples hardening from having been cold “your turn” she grins, I smile at her “okey dokey…” I pull off my shirt, then drop my workout shorts, while I’m still bent over, I reach over and grab her clothes up with mine, then standing I sort of hold them in front of my crotch.
“A little modest are we” she smiles, “let’s just say…cautious…in new company” I reply, she says “well you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve got six brothers and have seen it..” I move the clothes aside “all…oh myfuckinggod…you’re…you’re like..” she stammers “big..large..huge…yep…I’ve heard rumors to that affect” I grin as I turn, and walk towards the laundry room “the upstairs bathroom is top of the stairs, and to the left, there’s towels in there” I call over my shoulder, and see her wide eyed, and checking out my ass, biting her bottom lip.
I throw the clothes in the dryer, and head up toward my room to get her one of my shirts, she comes out of the bathroom toweling her hair as I get to the landing, “there you are, I see you found the towels, come with me and we’ll find you one of my shirts” I say, “heated towel rack, quarry tile shower…nice!” she comments “so..we’re going to your room huh?…what are the chances of me parlaying this into an all over body massage, because after feeling what you did to my thighs, I’d be willing to bet you could unkink alllll my muscles…” she cooed with her hip cocked and a finger to her lips (you know that damn sexy pose that women can pull off!)
“If that is what the lady desires, then that is what the lady shall receive” I say in my best shining knight voice, bow to her, then hold out my hand for her to take. Laughing, she takes my hand and says “oh….my!, that is one.. of the ladies desires…we’ll talk about her other desires later” she blushed, then “you don’t think I’m being too forward, or coming off as a slut do you?…because I’m not…a slut that is, I don’t do these things…normally, I mean..I mean…oh god I don’t know what I mean right now..I mean..god there I go again..” she blurted out nervously.
I reached out, put a finger under her chin and tilted her face toward me, looked her in the eye and said “I don’t think you’re being too forward, or a slut, I think people should be able to speak their minds when they desire something, the world might be a better place if we all suffered from speaking honestly” she stared into my eyes as if looking for something “I don’t know why, but I feel so safe with you…and that makes me want you even more than I already do…is that weird..? she softly asks “not weird at all” I say, then lean in and kiss her sweet lips.
She drops the towel that she had been holding, and puts her hand to the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss as our tongues battle for domination. I feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest as I pull her tightly to me, caressing her flawless skin, finally she breaks the kiss “wow…I feel…like…mmmmmm is the only way I can put it!” she mews.
I pick her up, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist and I carry her to my bed, I kiss her again as I slowly lower her to the edge of the bed. Laying her back I kiss my way across her cheek, to nibble on an earlobe which elicits a giggle, then I kiss her neck and the giggle turns to a soft moan, my hands move to lightly caress the base of her breasts, I run my thumbs under the circumference, then up and over her nipples ever so lightly…raising goosebumps lightly, she moans loudly “oh god…what are you doing to me…it’s like my body is on fire”.
I kiss and lick my way across the front of her neck, then down between her succulent breasts, I lick around her right areola, and watch it crinkle then pull the nipple between my lips and suck it firmly, “oh fuck…I’m cumming” she cries out as her hips buck uncontrollably “oh gawwwd…..my nipples are so sensitive right now” she pants, I move her left breast and give it the same treatment, she’s almost hyperventilating as she moans “gawwwd….mmmmm…yessssss”.
I work my way down her stomach, tasting her, her stomach muscles go into contractions as I lick across her abdomen, her hands come up and grab my head firmly “ohhhh….shit!…..will you fucking lick my pussy already!…I’m going fucking crazy here!!” she barks.
I comply by shoving my tongue as far into her pussy as it will go, her hips buck up as her hands try to shove my head inside of her “fuuuuuck meeeeee…..I’m cumming again…..eeeeeeeeeeee” her pussy gushes a stream of juices that soak my face, neck and chest.
I let her rest a moment, then slowly start sliding my tongue up and down her slit, then pushing it into her while my nose rests on her little red haired landing strip, back to the bottom..then to the clit, her hips move with my tongue “mmmm…yes …oh yeah…ahhh….ahhh “ I work her pussy over and over, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, when her breathing starts speeding up I unleash the bomb.
I rapidly flick my tongue on her clit, she almost tries to stand up as she screams “ahhhhhhhh……ahhhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhh” and I get another face full of her sweet nectar
“Enough…..oh god…..enough….please…please…fuck me already” she pleads, as a bead of sweat runs down between her breasts, only to land in her cute little belly button.
I stand between her spread legs, and rub my mushroom head along her soaking cunt, then push it into her “yesssssssss…..” she hisses as I push as far as I can, back up a bit, then drive even deeper, again and again I take ground, give some up, the take even more, until I hit her cervix.
“oh fuck….that is deep….fucking gawwwd that is farther than anyone has gone in me…fuck!” she starts to grind her hips up, meeting my thrusts, I’m grunting “yeah…you like this cock in you don’t you…uhh …uhh” and she’s replying “ohh gawwwd…fuck me like the slut I am…fuck me with that big cock…”
I’m sliding my whole cock in and out of her tight hole at this point, her legs are up under my arms, as I drive it into her again and again, then she pulls my head to her chest violently, her legs extend all the way, her hips rise up, and she screams….”ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..ahhhhhhhh… ahhhhhhhh” as her pussy clamps painfully onto my cock, I push it deep and hold it there as she soars to the heavens, her juices spray from her so hard, that she wets the carpet behind me.
I stay deep in her until I feel her legs come down, her hips drop and I pull out of her slowly, “oh….damn…I feel so fucking empty now” she moaned, she turned herself around on the bed, flopped onto her back looking up at me and said “I want you to fuck my face” and hung her head over the edge of the bed.
I slid my cock into her inviting mouth, as she swallowed I could see her throat bulge then I pulled back letting her breathe, she pulled me out of her mouth, my cock slimy with her saliva “don’t be shy…fuck my face…” she taunted.
I slid my cock in, feeling her throat contracting around the head, until my balls were resting on her forehead, then I started fucking in and out of her mouth, listening to her “glob…..glob….glob….” breath “glob…glob…glob”, I had never had a woman who could take the whole thing before and I was loving it!
My rhythm sped up, faster…and faster, until my balls were smacking her face, over and over I plowed my cock deep into her mouth, while I reached down and pulled on her erect nipples, I felt her try to moan around my cock.
I felt my balls tensing, my shaft pulsing, she must have felt it too, because she reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me as deep as I could go, I yelled out my orgasm “awwww fuuuuuck…..I’m cumming…..ahhhhhh….ahhhhh..” my cock exploded in her throat, I felt her throat pulse as she milked my sperm, spurt after spurt deep into her belly, until she actually had to push me back, my cock spurting a last shot as it pops from her mouth.
Taking a deep breath, her face covered in saliva and my cum she says “fuck that was hot!, I thought you were going to choke me out for a second, but god damn..I’ve never taken anyone as big as you before!” as she holds my deflating rod possessively, and starts licking it clean I say “well, that was a first for me too, fuck…I could see your throat bulge every time I pushed my cock deep…it was indeed VERY fucking hot!!”
She jumps up from the bed, grabs my hand “come on…let’s take a shower, I know the clothes are dry by now, we’ll get cleaned up, order some Chinese take out, and then fuck each other silly until morning….sound good?” she quips, I pull her hand bringing her to face me, lean down and kiss her, reach behind her and pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“how about we fuck more…then clean up and get Chinese” I grinned, as I reached under her and guided my stiffening rod into her hot wet cunt “ahhhhhhhhhh…..god…how can a girl ….mmmmmmm….. refuse ……ohhhhhhhh…fuck… an offer like that” she groaned out as she slid all the way down onto my cock.
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A Continuation of My Sexy Tenants
Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.
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One warm yet overcast summer day some guys were planning a party in the Village of Algonquin, Illinois but suddenly some ninjas broke into the squalid apartment where the guys were planning the party and tried to start a fight.
“You dudes are going to get your asses kicked by us ninjas after we are done eating the food we got on the way here from Taco Bell. I’ve got 1/2 pound beef and potato burrito & some cheesy fiesta potatoes and a diet coke for lunch. I ate there last night for dinner and had a spicy chicken burrito, a 1/2 pound cheesy bean and rice burrito, a diet coke and a carmel apple empanada. It was so good that I decided we had to stop there before coming here to kick your asses.”
The ninja didn’t mention the disagreement the ninjas had about Taco Bell. It seems one of the other ninjas named Big AL had been to Taco Bell the previous week and curiously enough, had a 1/2 pound beef and potato burrito & some cheesy fiesta potatoes for lunch. That was so good that he went back for dinner and had a spicy chicken burrito, a 1/2 pound cheesy bean and rice burrito, and a carmel apple empanada. He washed both meals down with large diet cola.
That evening, Big Al the Ninja finished off the rest of the Ben & Jerry’s Cookie dough ice cream while watching “The Butterfly Effect”. Later, He had some cottage cheese with Hershey’s syrup and brown sugar mixed in at about 9:00pm as a snack while he watched “The Sopranos”. Big Al the ninja was also drinking grain belt beer all night long. (12 grain belts total)
Two days later, Big Al the Ninja’s bunger was one crusty mess! Cheap burritos, cheap beer and cottage cheese is not a good mix for a young Ninja. Bih Al the ninja was Italian American (1st generation!) with a lot of body hair. He discovered that morning two days after eating lunch and dinner at Taco Bell that his ass hairs had crusted over his asshole. That is what I would call a crusty bunger! Big AL the ninja discovered this taking his 2nd wet squirt dump that morning. The dung came out of his ass and was met by a crusty wall of ass hair. WHAT A MESS! Why would a loving god let his bunger be backed up by a crusty wall of ass hair?
If that isn’t enough…
Big AL the ninja stank. He wondered if what he had heard about his favotate band was true.
Big Al had heard that one day in 1972, Geddy Lee cut a fart that stank so bad it smelled like something crawled up his butt and died.
“Dude” said high school dropout Neil Peart, “That stank so bad it smelled like something crawled up your butt and died.”
“Dude” said Geddy Lee, “You’re right! That stank so bad it smelled like something crawled up my butt and died.”
“Dude” said high school dropout Neil Peart “I should check up there and make sure something didn’t crawl up your ass and die.”
“Ok, dude” said Geddy Lee “why don’t you check up there and make sure something didn’t crawl up my ass and die
Geddy dropped his Canadian trousers and silk panties and high school dropout Neil Peart had a look.
“Dude” said high school dropout Neil Peart “Your bunger looks like a cute little randy mollusk! I wanna give it a little kiss.”
“Ok, dude” said Geddy Lee
High school dropout Neil Peart began to kiss Geddy Lee’s bunger and his “gayer than the Village People” moustache tickled Geddy Lee.
“Dude” said Geddy Lee in a voice that sounded like he had just inhaled a tank of helium, “That Tickles!”
“Dude you should sing like that!” said high school dropout Neil Peart
“Ok, dude” said Geddy Lee “You know…if John Rutsy quits the group I’m in, I’ll hire you and you can do this all the time, dude.”
“Cool, dude” said high school dropout Neil Peart.
“DAMN am I rank! I’m RIPE!” exclaimed Big AL the ninja. “I just sniffed my finger nails after scratching my balls and I damn near fell over! It was a pungent raw smell of vinegar, ammonia, dank stale cunt with a hint of vanilla that just about bowled me over.
I suppose I’ll have to take a shower soon.”
to be continued…
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This is the first good part and my true story of my first time
I learned many new things as a freshman in high school, starting in the locker room and the swimming pool.
Not my story, just thought I’d share.
