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HOW TO HAVE A THREESOME: PART 5

I was still seeing both Amanda (a new neighbor from out of town) and Renee (a college girl with a boyfriend.) They knew about each other but had never met. I was telling them both everything that was going on. (I try not to lie.) As a result, the two had entered into a strange competition for my attention. Although Renee was more attractive of the two, she would not go ‘all the way’ because of guilty feelings regarding her boyfriend. We had done just about everything else though. Anyway, the whole thing was very dangerous and unpredictable. It was time for me to step in and take control.

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Jessica Part 9 Judi gets involved

I’ve recently had the chance to bring Jessica to Judi. If you haven’t read the first 8 parts of this, you may want to, although, just as our experience stands alone as a new chapter on our lives, I think the telling may also.

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Lost & Found

Have you ever made a bad decision, knowing at the time it was a bad decision? I mean they say your vision is always 20/20 looking at the past, but I can remember times when, I knew something bad would come from my actions, and yet I proceeded anyway. This is a story of one of those times in my life.

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All for Mr. Redman Chapter 3

Amanda makes her case, Barbara makes thing interesting and Peter… well he is so amazing. You might want to read the first two in this series so you have the background.

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College time: Part 1

Note: This story has to do with partying, and gay sex, if you do not like it, please leave. This took place a week and a half ago.
Nothing could compare with the way my life was going right now. I had graduated high school last year with top marks, and still managed to help lead my water polo team to victory. As if things couldn’t get any better, I received a full scholarship to a private university in the Midwest where I would not only be playing water-polo, but studying at their world renowned political science program. Mark and I had parted ways at the beginning of the summer, not on bad terms, because we are still great friends (and occasionally hook up), but thought it would be best for long distance.
I had made a few decisions throughout my senior year, mainly after Mark, that relationships weren’t for me, that I was going to college and it was time for me to have fun and live life. Needless to say, I was worried about college. Not because I was going there for free, essentially, but because I had never really partied or hooked up for fun, it had always meant something to me.
These things kept popping into my head as I finished up packing to leave later that night for the Midwest. I was excited about my living situation. I was going to be sharing a fairly large dormitory with a very attractive former high school football star from New York. We were friends on face book, and he had countless pictures shirtless, his large pectorals and tight abs mixed with his mountain sized arms, all topped off with a messy mob of dirty blonde hair on top of his head. Surprisingly to me, I wasn’t thinking, even dreaming, of trying to get into his pants. I am not saying I wasn’t attracted to him, he was gorgeous, but I did not want to have to live with him for the rest of the year in awkwardness.
As I was zipping up my suitcase, I glanced at the clock to see that I had 6 hours until my plane departed. I had nothing to do until then. My parents were out doing whatever, and promised to be home an hour before the plane left. I plopped down on my bed and peered around at the emptiness of my room, and sighed at how fast my life had gone, leading up to this huge moment. I decided to get up and go check the bathroom one more time, just to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. As I looked in the mirror, I thought of how much I had matured and grown, both in height and muscle mass. It had been a full year of senior water-polo, which meant endless practices, weights, running, and more weights. I had finally been able to compare to Mark’s amazing body, but unfortunately, I still had my 8.5 inch dick, compared to his almost 11.
DING DONG. I jumped at the sound of the doorbell and tucked my slight hard-on into the waistband of my shorts and went to get the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mark. I remember that day 2 years ago when I opened the door to find him there, the complete stranger, before he came in and gave me pleasure I had never experienced. “Hey what’s up?” I asked. “I just came to say good bye to you” he said, smiling. He was going to a junior college in town. “Sure, come in” I said. He came in and I shut and locked the door behind him.
We went into my room to survey my pile of things to come to school with me. He sat down on the bed and we began to talk, not about anything in particular, but just talk about stuff. He brought up our trip around the world before our senior year in high school. He was talking on and on about the sights we saw, the places we visited, the people we met, and somehow snuck in the countless and elaborate ways we fucked.
I looked into his eyes with surprise, before I leaned forward and kissed him. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much Jer”, and with that, he put me down on the bed and kissed me. He started to undo my jeans while he hovered over me, kissing my face and neck. I tried to undo his pants, but he planted my arms on the bed and told me I was leaving, this was about me. He continued down my body and came to my dick. He looked up at me and winked, and then he took my whole dick into his mouth, and bobbed his head up and down vigorously.
There was a certain desperation in him, he was sucking my dick like he never had, and I couldn’t take much longer. He swirled his tongue around the head while still managing to keep it all in his mouth. After a few minutes I felt my balls clenching, and then before I could even tell him, I was cumming into his mouth. We both moaned as he continued to suck my dick, slurping my cum down his throat.
He looked up at me and then came to eye level and planted a hot, wet kiss on my mouth. I reached into his pants and felt his hard dick at full attention. I started to jack him off while looking into those eyes which I loved so much. I saw the look of lust in his eyes. He reached his shirt over his head and I took off his pants, while I kicked mine off of my ankles. We were both now completely naked. I examined his body, and his dick which I loved so much. He kept his touch over summer with his ripped body.
I pulled him down onto the bed and we began to vigorously make out. I was now fully hard again. I rolled him over so that I was on top, grinding my dick into his, but then he flipped us back around. I turned back over, which instigated a full on, naked, wrestling match. He pushed me against the wall, pinning my arms against the wall, all the while making out with me. We were still on the bed however, so I wrapped my legs around his midsection and tried with all my might (which is a lot because I developed a lot of leg strength through water polo) and tried to flip him back over the other way. He didn’t budge.
I moaned in exasperation and pleasure, which made him laugh. I was so caught up in the moment that I dint even realize he had let go of my right wrist to grab the bottle of lube I had in my bedside table, and had already lubed my ass. The minute I realized this, however, his hand was already back to pinning my arm again.
He put his dick at my asshole, and before I knew it, he forced it in. I screamed in pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure. The position we were in, my legs wrapped around his body caused me to be a little up the wall, had caused the perfect angle. When he shoved his dick in, he hit the spot immediately. He then began to pound vigorously, causing me to scream in ecstasy. He had to replant his mouth on mine to suppress my moans. My dick kept hitting in between our bodies, and with the continual hitting of my all my pleasure point, I barely lasted five minutes. I erupted in between us, causing my load to hit both ours chins, and make our stomachs slippery. But that didn’t stop him. He slid his tongue into my mouth and began to probe m mouth, all the while never letting up on his incessant pounding.
This went on for ten more minutes, and my back began to hurt, but I didn’t care. I felt another orgasm coming on, when at last I felt his warm cum spurting up into every crevice of my ass. He moaned into my mouth, and then we both let go, falling in a messy heap on my bed.
We sat there panting for ten more minutes, when he grabbed my hand, and led us to the shower. We showered together, not talking much because we were held in each others arms making out. When we were finally done, before turning off the water, slid down the wall and sat under the spout. He opened up his legs and motioned for me to come over. He grabbed my hand and turned me around, and led me to sit in between his legs, leaning against his stomach. He moved his neck to the right, letting my head fall on his shoulder, and then rested his head on top of mine.
I felt tears rush to my eyes as I remembered us and how much I loved him. He began to trail his finger on my stomach, while holding me with his other arm. He kissed my head whispering “I’m going to miss you so much Jer”
Landing down in Illinois was bittersweet. Mark had left shortly after getting out of the shower, and saying goodbye to my parents was worse then Mark. They raised me from day one, supported me and my decisions, and of course, knowing my mother, left me with a hefty sum of cash for college.
My roommate was picking me up, seeing as how he drove to the university from New York, and the ride was about an hour from the airport. When I landed it was about 11:30 at night. I wrapped my blanket around my arms and walked out of the plain and to baggage claim. Walking through the airport I saw various posters for the school I was going to, closed shops full of memorabilia, and a set of Speedos that I smiled at, remembering Mark and me in Belize.
When I retrieved my bag, I went out into the pick up zone and sat on a bench. I looked around, and didn’t see any sign of Blaine, my roommate. “Why hey there stranger” I looked up and think I almost shit my pants. I wanted to scream, yell, turn the other way, or punch the kid in the face. It was Aimes, my freshman year of high school Sweetheart. He was looking at me with this smug expression. He hadn’t gotten any hotter, but not any uglier either since freshman year. His jet black hair and emerald eyes looking back at me.
“W-hat are you doing here” I muttered. Turns out he was going to the same school as I was, but a different campus, which was a godsend. Also turns out he wass sitting next to me the whole flight, I was just not paying attention the whole five hours. “Why is my life full of fucking stupid coincidences” I asked myself in my head. “You look really good Jer” he said, sounds of lust in his voice. I whipped my head and stared at him. “Don’t call me that” I said with poison in my words.
I heard squealing of tires and saw a Mercedes C63 pull up. PHEEWWW I whistled, as not only one of the sexiest cars pulled up, but one of the sexiest males stepped out of it. I was awestruck when somewhere in the back of my mind I was hearing “Jeremy, Jeremy, JEREMY” I pulled ot of it and Aimes was nudging me. “That guy I waving at you to come over” he said. I looked up and realized it was my roommate Blaine.
“Oh what the hell” I muttered, thinking of my stupidity. I grabbed my bags and walked over to his car, all the while cursing myself for my stupidity. “Hey Jeremy! Nice to finally meet you! You were everything I expected and saw in your pictures” he exclaimed. “Erm
.you too..” I said awkwardly. He loaded my bags into his car, all the while making awkward small talk. “Nice car” I said, cutting him off. “Oh
um yeah. My parents bought it for me as a graduation present” he said. Only an 80,000 dollar car, I was thinking. “They’re so flashy, I hate it, but I’m not going to turn down this from my parents” he said. I smiled at how non flashy he was.
“Got any room for me? I have no idea where mine is” I heard Aimes voice from behind me. I heard the tones of slobber and lust in his voice, but I knew it wasn’t for me. Blaine had moved around the car and was holding a door open for me “Well
erm..” I heard Blaine start to say, obviously about to say yes. Aimes was staring at him, and behind his back I was shaking my head, and Blaine said “I don’t have enough room. Sorry bro” I smiled and slammed the trunk and ran to the door.
I lowered myself into the seat, admiring the beautiful leather and woodwork on the inside of the car. My door shut and Blaine lowered himself into his seat. He turned the key and next thing I knew, the most beautiful purr brought the car to life. I shivered. As he pulled out of the Airport, he launched into a story. Oh great, I thought, my eyes drooping with exhaustion.
“I assume you know I was the high school star in high school?” I nodded. “I wasn’t a star to everyone in my class, in fact, I was only a star to the administration. I mean I was good, really good, good enough to be quarterback and bring my team to victory, but none of the guys liked me” he said. I was listening now. “And the reason I’m telling you this” he said with apprehension, “is because I want us to be good roommates, so no secrets” he said. “I’m gay”
Oh god damn it. I thought. I didn’t want him to be gay so nothing would happen! But apparently, that wasn’t the end. “And just to have all our cards on the table, I’ve been really attracted to you ever since I saw your picture on face book. I don’t know if that makes you feel weird, but I just want to be honest and
” he was beginning to ramble, and for some reason I just couldn’t take much more of it. “ENOGUH!” I half shouted. He jumped and muttered “Oh no, I’ve offended you. Oh my God you’re a homophobe
” again he was rambling. “Will you shut up?! I’m gay too!” I said. There was a brief silence, followed by him saying “Oh
.” For the next half hour we drove in silence, until I felt something on my thigh. I looked up and saw him briefly glancing at me, and moving his thumb up and down. Who the hell does this kid think he is, and why does this shit always happen to me?!?!?
“Look Blaine” I said “Truth be told, I’m really attracted to you to, I mean you’re one of the most gorgeous guys I’ve ever laid eyes on” he got as cocky grin from that. “
BUT, I don’t want there to be awkwardness between us IF something happens between us” I said. The whole time he was still massaging my thigh, and surprisingly, I wasn’t the least bit hard. I picked up his hand to return it to his own lap, or better yet, the god damn steering wheel, when I stopped dead in my tracks. What I saw astonished me. He had one of the best looking bulges going down his left thigh that I clearly saw through his jeans. It looked about the same size as Mark’s.
I instantly became hard, and recalled my thoughts about putting myself out there. “Erm
never mind” I said as I quickly put his hand onto my crotch. He slightly gasped at this, but began to vigorously massage me over my shorts. “Shit Jeremy you’re so hot” he said. “Mhm” I said as I stared at his crotch. He followed my gaze and unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster. He put his hand back on the wheel and grabbed my head and thrust it into his lap, grinding his dick into my cheek. “Mmmm yeah. Suck daddies cock” he groaned”. With that, I told him to pay attention to the road, and engulfed his cock. I felt the car jerk a little bit as he let out a long moan. I began to slowly go up and then shove the whole thing into my mouth, until I was skillfully at the base.
I began to bob up and down, and reached down to massage his balls. I began to swirl my tongue around his head, and he began to moan even louder. “Holy fuck Jeremy, I’ve had a lot of blow jobs, and not one of them has had me
ughhh
cumming this
.FAST” as he said the last bit, he shot jet after jet of hot cum into my throat. 1
.2
3
4
 six string later and he was still going. I slurped it all up as I continued to jack him off, milking him out.
I sat back up and he re did his pants. I leaned over and said “Did you like that, daddy?” he laughed and quickly kissed me. “Its going to be one hell of a year Jeremy, now sit back and relax, were almost there, and boy to I have to re pay you once were in that dorm”. I smiled.
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True Story

It Started Here. 3

This is a true story which involves sexual situations between a teen and a minor. So as not to cause any offence, if you find this distasteful, please leave and search for a story that is more to your taste. You have been warned.
To get an understanding of this part it would be easier if you read the two previous instalments.It Started Here. 3
After that night where I’d been shown how to willy suck John seemed to go very quiet and did his best to avoid me. Although I had felt revulsion at what had happened my mind was in confusion as to why I was being ignored. My heart was heavy as the only influence that seemed to care for me was now treating me as thing, an object, like many others in my life did. I withdrew into my own insular protective bubble being so used to by now, living with an alcoholic/workaholic parent I considered myself as no son of his. I felt lost and alone.
It was a weekend about a week later when the inevitable happened. My father again was to be off on one off his benders leaving me with the neighbours.
I returned home from school to be met by John’s mother in the stairwell. She told me of the arrangements whilst her youngest barged past us deliberately pushing me into the wall. After a quick chastisement to Stewart she lead me into hers’ with the news that she’d phoned John and he was willing to watch me in my own home like the last time. Thanking her I made my way out and headed upstairs with the order to return at 5 for tea.
In my own space going about my routine I felt dread about the evening to come. Sitting down my mind raced. What if he doesn’t talk to me followed by many more what ifs. The pounding in my chest and the lump in my throat grew stronger and by the time 5 rolled round it wouldn’t take much to set me off into floods of tears.
Entering the neighbours keeping my eyes down on the flowery carpet. I made my way to the dinning room taking a place at the table. Slowly lifting my head to survey the scene I was greeted by a large smile on John’s face. All the fears went from my mind and when the meal appeared, kept looking at him. Between mouthfuls of food and when he was actually looking at me the biggest reassuring smile covered his face. Thanking John’s mother for the great meal I stood and waited to see what next. John talked to his parent giving her a peck on the cheek. Walking over to me placing his hand on my shoulder, lead me upstairs to my house.
“I need to tell you something” he said in a hushed sort of tone. “I’m so so sorry about what happened the last time I was here”. Grumbling to clear his throat continued, “I got carried away and didn’t think about what I was doing and felt so guilty and upset that I might have hurt you and made you not want to be with me.” He looked at me giving me a questioning smile.
“I I I I thought I was bad wh wh when you stopped t t t talking to me”.
“Naw mate it was me that was wrong. You did nothing. I’m really sorry I treated you that way”.
I was over hugging him so hard just happy to have him back in my life.
“Whoa mate you trying to strangle me”? We both broke into laughter and I felt I was walking on air. Switching on the TV. I sat snuggling into his side. His arm came across around my head and stated to stroke my arm. It felt great having some one so close. There on the sofa we watched a variety show then a cop thing seeming to be in unison laughing at the same things and looking at each other at the same time.
After the cop thing I said that it was shower time for me and went to my room to get my pyjamas. Going back to the living room John said he’d have one after me sniffing under his arms.
“W w w we could share again” I ventured.
“You sure bout that mate”?
“Y y y yes we can have t t t together.”
John was stripped in a flash showing me once more his hairy willy. I felt a stirring below as we went to the bathroom. Removing my run abouts I needed to pee. Pointing my willy at the porcelain a stream of urine was hitting the water in the bowl with a splash. When I’d finished John took my place and started to relieve himself. I stood agog at the amount and the noise it made in the bowl. Over with, he shook it and turned. I had forgotten just how big his willy was, standing there in some sort of trace. He tapped me bringing me too and getting into the stall I turned on the water to just a little bit hotter than I liked. John joined me.
“Just as I like it”.
“I I I remembered”. I said with an air of triumph.
“Well done mate”.
Talking the soap he lathered up and began to wash. A feeling began down below as my willy came to it’s full standing length. The soap was handed to me with a glance down at my little hard pole. I too washed. As I did, John’s dick was starting to grow. He kept looking at me down there in between exchanges of soap.
“Y y y yours is hard again”!
“Yeah mate seeing yours made it grow”. “It’s taking me all my time to stop from kneeling and sucking you off”!
I looked at him with a quizzical expression.
“You know mate, suck your willy”?
Thinking of the feelings it gave me the last time I wanted a repeat.
“You c c c can if you want t t to”!
The invitation was unexpected I think but soon my willy was getting attention. Licking slowly up and down working his way to my tight ball sack I could feel his tongue darting all over them. Up again he took my willy into his mouth making his tongue do circles around the end, every so often licking my pee hole. I was so hard now my rod started to feel sore.
He sucked now sending little electric type shocks coursing through my body. Feeling as light as a feather it started. My stomach churned and what there was of my little balls, were disappearing into my body.
“Tickley tickley” I moaned as my excited rod pulsed in his mouth making me arch my back in a tense all over feeling. Thinking I was about to feint reached I reached out and held onto John.
“Enjoy that then did you”? After letting my still hard willy from the warm confines of his mouth. I grabbed him in hug and could feel his hardness point up my chest and hit me under the chin.
“I’ll take that as a yes” running his hand through my wet hair. My eyes went up to meet his glance and a look of reassurance.
“I’d love it if you’d do it to me and I promise” crossing his heart, “I will let you do it at your pace but only if you want to”?
Standing with his tool pointing at me I considered his request.
“The s s s stuff last t t t time made me f f f feel sick”. He looked, then like a light went on.
“Ah! My cum. I’ll tell you when that’s going to happen and you can take it out and rub till it shoots out”. I looked at him and he gave an honest I will look and gesture. Standing there deep in thought as to what to do, the voice in my head spoke. “Don’t be a coward, you can do it”.
Mind made up now I knelt taking his willy in my hand and kissed and licked as he’d done mine. My lips parted allowing the head of his dick to enter. John moaned. I paid a lot of my time rubbing my tongue all around the head and his pee hole. Confident now he would keep his word I took as much as I could get in, started to suck up and down.
“Oh fuck. That’s it. Yeah,yeah, oh yeah”! His voice was a lot higher in pitch. While sucking, I also began to rub on the rest of his shaft that wasn’t in my mouth. Sometimes I would concentrate on his knob end licking all around applying as much pressure as I could. I knew he must be liking it as he kept telling me I was doing great.
“Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum”!
At that I replaced my lips for my hand just in time to see his white stuff shoot from the end pelting the wall of the stall where I had deliberately pointed it.
“Fuck mate that was brilliant”! “I told you I’d keep my promise and I did didn’t I”? “Man you made me feel so good, magic mate just fucking magic”! My heart filled with pride and was we both dried off and he kept on praising me.
No hint of modesty, leaving my pj’s, we strode back to the living room. John sat next to me and we snuggled together as we watched another programme. John occasionally would fondle my still hard willy and I too would slip my hand over giving his a rub. Soon it stood proud and his tip glistened in the fading light. He in a soft voice told me to stand on the sofa positioning me so that I stood one leg on either side of his facing him. Pulling me gently towards him my willy entered his mouth. He licked a around and then put both his hands on my bum cheeks. Holding kind of tight he was making me sway back and forth moving my hardness in his sucking mouth and lips. My tickley feeling hit like a train, making me sink down into his lap when it had subsided. Feeling his dick between my legs and on my bum. I slid back and with nothing said, slipped as much of him in and sucked. He moved up and down under me but not as to hit the back of my throat making me gag. It didn’t take too long before he cried out but the position I had myself in got his first spurt in my mouth. I rubbed him until I was told to stop. There it was again, the taste. This time only a small amount and it didn’t seem as salty and peppery as the last time. Rolling it with my tongue I swallowed. More praise heaped upon me, pride is the only word I can use to describe what I was feeling. Later we were sharing my dads double bed, still naked and in a cuddle. Sleeping soundly I awoke looking forward to the day, the first time in my short life that I could remember.
By the time I was 10 learned that sex between boys was considered to be wrong but now being part of my life dismissed this and looked forward to every encounter with John. Not to say it was sexual all the time. John taught me to swim, fish, play football and many other things when his time permitted.
Over that two years I had come on in the dick sucking department even allowing him to shoot off his load in my mouth. Also, I could deep throat John also being able to tell when he was about to cum. When I felt his dick go ridged and swell in my mouth, along with his accompanying groans and noises, I’d reduce the sucking and relax the pressure on his dick making him last longer. He loved those skills of mine and when he’d eventually cum, he exploded with force deep into my throat.
It was about then that he started to pay particular attention to my bum, licking me all over down there. His tongue would even go into my rear soon to be followed by a finger, then two. It took him many sessions to get me this far. When first trying this, my bottom felt like he was trying to get a car up there and it hurt like hell leaving me with a sore hole for quite some time after. Now though, here I was, able to take the fingers without complaint and some amount of enjoyment.
One night when he was giving me the fingers the question was asked. I didn’t hear him at first as he was hitting my little internal button sending pulses of such pleasure through my dick and body.
“I think your ready for my dick to be in there, don’t you”?
On the second time of asking I heard the request, coming down from my own little world his prodding had put me in to. I knew he really wanted to do this but had always said it was up to me when and if I’d let him. Looking at the size of his dick. I had often wondered if that thing would fit up there. Sometimes I would examine my poo in the pan and thought, if that can come out and be that size maybe I can get his dick up my bum. I lay there and pondered.
“OK you can t t t try it”.
“Magic mate. It might hurt at the start but you’ll get used to it and the pain will go. I promise if it’s too bad I’ll take it out.” He said this while crossing his heart.
Lying on my back retuning his look knowing he kept his promises.
“Yeah let’s d d do it”.
He reached into the bedside drawer for the Vaseline I’d use sometimes to bring him off. Getting me to turn over positioned me on my knees and my chest and head down on the bed, bum in the air. I could feel his fingers rubbing at my hole. Colder than normal but nice. In went one then two and I could feel him working away at my hole. Rotating, twisting and separating his fingers my ring was open and relaxed. Seeing him reach for the Vaseline and rub it al over his dick he once again disappeared behind me. Rubbing his rod up and down between my bum cheeks asked if I was ready. I mumbled a reply. I could feel him increase the pressure on my ring and then.
“Oh my god, that’s f f f fucking agony” when his head went in. It felt like petrol had been poured and set alight on my insides. He paused holding the head inside me. The pain had brought me onto all fours where looking between my legs could see his balls hanging there.
“It’s OK. Told you it might hurt but listen, it will go away”! “Do you want me to stop”?
I held my position, with his knob end penetrating my ring piece. After a little time my hole had got used to this massive intrusion.
“You think you can take more? If you want me to stop, I will”? Leaving the decision up to me.
“It it it it’s all right n n n now”! Feeling the thrust again, his dick slowly slid deeper and deeper into me. His dick was now up to the hilt leaving his balls against my bum. Inside me it felt sore and trying to poke out my belly button or rip me in two. My ring piece was doing it’s damnedest along with my innards to push him out. Holding it in my depths John again paused. He must have felt me start to get used to being impaled as his dick was withdrawn a bit then back in. Building up the pace I could feel every time he hit my internal button. This sent twinges coursing through my body and my softened dick began to rise. Now going at it, powerful with each thrust John was giving praise and thanks to me when it slipped out. Ramming it deep into my depths it was replaced. It hurt once more and I thought of calling a halt to his pleasure. My button was being so regularly massaged I got the tickley feeling stronger than I’d ever felt, without even a touch to my willy. This tightened me up and not long behind John was cuming into my bum. I swear I could feel every pulse as he unloaded in my bowels. We slid over onto our sides with his dick still in me. I felt drained but also so pleased with myself. His dick fell from me and my ring began to close letting a few drops of his cum out before full closure. We cleaned up. John had a, cat got the cream smile and ruffled my long dark hair and looking into my hazel eyes heaped me with thank you after thank you.
These encounters became almost an everyday thing as John realizing my Dad was at the pub every night and knew that his late return, could allow us to enjoy each others company. Soon he was humping (as he called it) me at every opportunity and in every position he could get me in. My favorite was face to face because as it allowed me to see him and the pleasure he gained from my bum hole.
There is more to this story but I’ll hold that back for another time. Thanks for reading my ramblings of my youth.

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Harvard Hottie

This is a pretty long one, as well as semi-autobiographical. Names and some details changed, but generally a true story

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All for Mr. Redman Chapter 4

Continuation of the series. You may want to read the others first. I meet the parents, send Peter to play football with a smile, and we have an interesting night out with Amanda and Barbara.

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Fucking Faith’s Dad – story 15

I’d been working at the brothel for almost three months. With the exception of a condom that broke three weeks after I started I hadn’t had bareback sex since I started working. It was for the best my sister, Katie, said but I missed the feeling of hot cum inside me.
I met up with Faith and Andy for a drink near their apartment. I’d already fucked both of them at a sex party I’d been too at their apartment (see story 9) and I’d had half dozen threesomes with them since.
I had a few too many drinks and we went back to their apartment. When the door closed I grabbed Faith around the waist and kissed her, probing her mouth with my tongue. I felt Andy press his cock against my arse from behind. I could feel through his trousers and my dress and my pussy started to get wet. Finally I was going to get some cum inside me.
“Sorry,” Faith said pushing me away. “My Dad’s in the spare room. He and my Mom are getting divorced. He’s looking for a house.”
“Shit,” I moaned.
“You’ll have to sleep on the sofa.”
We walked into the living room, Faith gave me a t-shirt and a blanket and she and Andy disappeared for the night. I pulled off my dress and removed my bra. I few minutes later I was wearing the t-shirt , my little black panties and I was trying to get some sleep. I was startled when a light came on in the kitchen area. I looked behind me and saw Faith’s Dad stood in the kitchen making a drink.
“You want to make me one,” I said in a low voice. I stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
“Hi,” he said quietly. “Emm, Who are you?”
“Lucy. I’m a friend of Faith’s. I’m on the sofa.”
“And you’re Fqith’s Dad?’
“Michael,” he said.
“Nice to meet you.”
He looked over my shoulder and saw the blanket. “You ok there?”
“It’s not very comfortable” I replied.
I walked around the counter and stood next to him as he made another cup of hot chocolate for me. He was about 6ft tall, really good looking and muscular. A lot better than the guys I’d been fucking a work.
“Faith said you were getting divorced?” I asked.
“Yes. We’ve been separated for 6 months. I’m moving down to London for my job.”
We stood and drank our hot chocolates and chatted in low voices so as not to wake up Faith and Andy.
When we finished he said, “Why don’t you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
I smiled. “We could just share the bed,” I suggested.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. You’re a friend of my daughters and we don’t really know each other.”
I stepped closer and brushed my fingers up a long his cock. It hardened immediately. “We’re both adults,” I smiled.
He stood there a little stunned so I stood on my tiptoes, grabbed his head and pulled his lips down to mine. We kissed deeply and I felt his hands cup my arse and massage my bum cheeks though my knickers.
He pulled away and apologised. “Good night,” he said and walked back into the spare room.
I could see the light was still on a minute later and I wondered if he was wanking himself off thinking about fucking me.
I pulled my panties off and through them on the sofa. I took a breath and walked towards the bedroom door, pushed it open and stepped inside. There was a dim light on the bedside table. Before he could speak I lifted my t-shirt up over my head so he could see my firm young tits ad neatly trimmed pussy.
He was speechless as I climbed into the bed next to him. He was lying on his back so I moved against him pressing my tits against his side.
“You’re young enough to be my daughter,” he mumbled.
“shhh,” I whispered. “Just fuck me.”
With that I pushed my tongues into his mouth as I felt his hands exploring my body. I pushed my left hand down towards his cock. He was naked and he was hard. I took hold of his rod and slowly wanked his cock as he pushed his fingers inside me, exploring the inside of my pussy. I felt m pussy clench around his fingers and my juices flow over his hands.
“I want to fuck you so much,” he mumbled.
“Then stick your cock inside me,” I groaned.
“Are you on the pill,” he asked.
“I have a coil,” I replied. “Please just fuck me,” I begged. “I need you inside me,” I whispered into his ear.
He rolled me over and mounted my young body with his 6ft frame. I grabbed hold of his cock and directed it towards my cunt.
“Fuck me hard,” I moaned.
He pushed his hips toward me pussy and his cock slid inside me. He pumped me harder, using my pussy for what it was made for. He moaned and groaned as his nails scratched up my legs. He rolled my over, pressing my stomach flat against the bed. I felt as he pushed his cock slowly into my cunt from behind. I moved my arse up and down as he thrust into me. Tears poured down my face as I came a second time. My legs trembled as his cock thrust into my cunt.
“Do you want to fuck my arse?” I moaned.
“I just want to cum in your cunt,” he said and thrust harder, faster and deeper inside me.
A few seconds later I felt his hot spunk flow into me. He groaned and grabbed onto me. His hands found my tits as I lifted them from the bed and he held onto them as he emptied his balls inside me.
He rolled onto his back and I found myself in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I practically raped you,” I laughed.
“I know, but you’re just a kid. I’m 55 years old,” he said.
“Look, I really needed that and I had a great time. I haven’t cum that much in a while. Besides I’m 24 years old. I’m not a kid anymore.”
When he didn’t say anything I asked him, “Did you enjoy it?”
“Are you joking. It’s the best fuck I’ve had in years. It’s just you’re so young.”
I moved up his body and kissed him I brushed the fingers of my hand up and down his cock. I felt his cock get hard under my touch. I climbed up on top of him and took hold of his dick. I bent my head down and took him in my mouth. I sucked on his cock, licking around his bell end as his cock got harder in my mouth.
I looked up into his eyes as I sucked and licked my cum from his bell end. I moved up his body, positioned his cock at the entrance of pussy and impaled myself on his hard on. I rode his cock slowly as he looked up at me and fondled my nipples.
“Ahhh,” I moaned each time his cock slid inside my pussy.
I leant down and kissed him.
“That’s the first time anyone’s sucked my cock in years,” he said.
“You can do anything to me you want to me,” I whispered into his ear. “You can cum in my mouth or in my arse if you want.”
“Really?”
“Just tell me what you want,” I said.
“I want to cum in your face,” he said.
I pulled his cock from my pussy and pulled him to his feet. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him towards me. He stood with his cock in front of my mouth. I licked his cock clean with my tongue. He started to wank his cock hard and fast.
“Cum in my fucking face,” I said loudly.
He groaned loudly and then the bedroom door swung open. Faith stood there as her Dad’s spunk splashed across my face and filled my mouth.
He turned and looked at her. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“Lucy. I can’t believe you fucked my Dad,” she shouted and walked off.
“Faith,” he shouted.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” she called back and slammed her bedroom door.
I wiped his cum from my face on my t-shirt and threw it to the floor before closing the bedroom door. I fell asleep in Michaels arms. He must have gotten over his guilt or maybe it was because the secret was out but I woke up in the middle of the night and he was lying on top of me. My legs were spread and his cock was sliding inside me and he slowly fucked me. He came inside me again and we went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the morning I was lying alone and naked in bed. I could hear Faith and Michael talking in the other room.
“Just be careful. Don’t fall in love with her or anything stupid like that.”
“I just met her last night,” he replied.
“Yes, but she’s young, beautiful and after what I saw last night, you probably had the best fuck of your life.”
I didn’t hear Michael reply but Faith said, “carry on fucking her if you want but don’t forget that that’s all she is. She’s a good fuck and not your girlfriend.”
“Don’t worry. I’m a grown man.”
“I’m going to work. Andy already left so we’ll see you tonight.”
I waited until the front door slammed and put on my cum covered t-shirt. I walked into the kitchen and manoeuvred myself between him and the kitchen counter. I stood on my tiptoes and pushed my arse back against his crotch. I felt his cock hardening through his tracksuit bottoms.
“Faith told me to be careful with you,” he said.
“She’s right,” I replied. “I said last night that you could do anything you want to me. But that doesn’t mean falling in love ok.”
“You said I could fuck your arse.”
“You can do anything you want,” I said looking over my shoulder.
He pulled his tracksuit down exposing his hard cock, lifted my t-shirt up over my head and threw it to the floor. He rubbed his cock between my arse cheeks.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied.
I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my shit hole so I reached back with my hands and pulled my cheeks apart.
I felt the tip of his cock push past my sphincter. I pushed back against him, impaling myself on his hard rod.
“That feels incredible,” he moaned.
He withdrew his cock and thrust it back in to the hilt. “Ahhh,” I shouted. “Yes, fuck my arse Michael.”
He started thrusting into my arse hole as fast as he could. I knew he wouldn’t last long as soon as he grabbed my tits and squeezed them so hard I screamed in pain. Then I felt the hot rush of spunk flow into my bowls. He grabbed onto me and pulled my back against his chest. His cock started to soften inside of me till it dropped out. I turned around to look at him and take a look at his cock. It was covered in brown liquid, my shit mixed with his spunk. I dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I licked it clean while he looked down at me.
“I never did anal before,” he said.
I looked up at him and stood up. “Never!”
“I was married for 34 years and we never did it. You’re the first woman I’ve been with since we separated.”
We took a shower together and we swapped phone numbers. I told him that he could call me as a friend or if he wanted to fuck me but not to ask me out on a date or anything like that.
I left and wondered how long it would be until he called me for sex.

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ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART FOUR – Day Two

This story was too long so I’ve broken it into the three days that it took place during.  On Day One:  After five years apart, I was reunited with Belinda and Marcella at a friends wedding.  Belinda had been my high school girlfriend and Marcella was her best friend.  Back in 1999 when we were all nineteen or twenty, the three of us all had sex together a number of times.  In 2001, we reunited for one night of passion despite the fact that Marcella was engaged.  Now it’s five years later and Belinda and I have been broken up for three years.  Belinda is in a relationship with someone else at this point, and Marcella is going through a divorce.  When Marcella and I are finally alone, things heat up dramatically and we end up having sex in the front yard of my parents house in the middle of the night.  Now it’s “Day Two” and I am supposed to take both girls to the wedding.