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More then I bargained for 1

This is my first story ever so please be nice hehe, I wrote it on my phone as I dont have a computer so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes. Thanks for Reading. X

True Story

I can’t just say ‘SIster you’re fucking me’

Written in 1st person, with probably 1 million and 1 grammer and spelling mistakes. Just a tester! This is a story i started to write to a good friend of mine when his internet refused to load some porn. He advised me to post it, see what you people thought. His bedroom door broke last week and as he gets his (few time daily) wank under the covers he worrys if his sister will notice, maybe she has, maybe she hasn’t. It’s got him thinking about his sister and she’s sneaked into his imagination when he’s wanking. But if he wants to fuck his sister, then why shouldn’t he. So i have a plan…..

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Payback- Part four

Scott stared at the poster on the wall, James Bond stared back at him, he shuddered and closed his eyes. They hurt, the dried skin scrunched together as he closed them, but he didn’t want to open them again. Everywhere hurt. His head throbbed and spun as he tried to keep it as still as possible. His throat was burning and his nose felt like it was on fire. He was such an idiot, he tried to move but the pain that shot up his back made him whimper and he stopped. He led there quietly, then noticed a pillow on the floor, reaching down slowly he grabbed it and pulled it onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the soft fabric. He felt the bed shift and the soft snoring paused for a second, and then carried on. He’d almost forgot Isaac was there. He pressed his face into the pillow harder, and more tears started pouring down his face.
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“Nice room” Scott said, poking his head round Isaacs bedroom door, he’d never looked round his flat properly, but Isaac told him to make himself comfortable while he got them some drinks. Isaac laughed, “It’s alright, excuse the mess, don’t tend to bring gir- people back here” Scott tried to ignore the comment; if Isaac was straight, then why had he felt the need to change it from girls to people. Scott shook it off, no point dwelling on it, it was only a comment. “Hey Scott?” “yeah” Isaac leant out the kitchen, “I never asked what you wanted to drink” he laughed, “oh, erm, what you got?” Isaac’s eyes flashed frustration, then he sighed. “I aint a bar Scotty, I got some beers, and I think some wine somewhere?” Scott shuffled uncomfortably, he was getting on with Isaac, he didn’t want to make things awkward “Beer sounds cool” Scott walked into the lounge and wondered where to sit, there was a couch and a chair. The chair looked comfier, but he worried that Isaac might want to sit there, so he chose the couch, that way Isaac could sit next to him if he wanted.
Isaac walked in and handed him the bottle, then grabbed the remote from behind Scott, just leaning gently against the side of him. Scott bit his lip so he didn’t make a sound, but his disappointment was obvious when Isaac sat in the chair. He suddenly got bored as Isaac put the football on, he was a rugby lad, footy was a girls sport. Isaac suddenly stood up and walked out of the room, Scott sat confused, trying to work out if he’d done something to bother him, “You do drugs Scott?” Scott shuddered, he’d always had an interest, but that had gone after the night with Danny. “No, not really something I’m into to be honest with you” Isaac walked back in with a tin in his hand “Oh, well I’m only gonna roll a joint, don’t mind do you?” Scott shook his head, “Nah that’s cool, your flat” Isaac flashed that grin again and Scott couldn’t help but grin back. Isaac sat on the couch next to Scott, Scott felt a rush as he sat forward, he stared at his broad shoulders, he moved his hand forwards and lightly stroked it down Isaacs back. Isaac chuckled and Scott ripped his hand back, he hadn’t realised he’d touched hard enough for him to feel it; Isaac turned backwards and looked at him, “Can’t keep your hands off me huh?” Scott went bright red and put his hand over his eyes, “Sorry” he muttered quietly. Isaac turned and carried on rolling.
Scott stared at the TV, muttering under his breath about what an idiot he was being, Isaac didn’t fancy him, but if he didn’t why kiss him and invite him into his house. None of it made sense, but as much as he tried concentrating on the TV, he couldn’t help but stare at Isaac, his soft breathing while he concentrated was beyond cute, it sent chills down Scott’s spine. “Soooo..” Isaac said, sitting back and lighting the joint, he stared at Scott as he exhaled, “How long you wanted to fuck me for?” Scott went red again and Isaac grinned “Come on, you can tell me!”
“I d-d-don’t wanna f-f-fuck you” he stuttered quietly “ohhhh, you want me to fuck you? Is that it? You’re the bitch huh?” Isaac grinned even wider and stared at him.
“Fuck off!! Don’t think so fucking highly of yourself!”
“Ding ding, we have a winner” he laughed loudly. Scott got up, and grabbed his jacket “If you’re gonna be a wanker with me then I’ll just leave now” he mumbled. Isaac kicked his leg under Scott’s foot and he fell back onto the couch. Isaac’s eyes went dark as he lent closer to him, “learn to take a joke, I didn’t say you could leave” Scott began to sweat and whimpered a little. Isaac’s face changed as he sat back, “want another beer?” Scott knew he should say no, but he accepted the beer, as well as the cigarette that was offered shortly after.
Isaac stood up and kicked over a beer bottle, he chuckled to himself and picked it up, his idea had worked out a lot better than expected, Scott was pretty drunk, and he’d even managed to talk him into a few lines of coke. Scott heard the clatter and looked up, “where you goinnn sexy?” Isaac grinned; he’d got a lot more confident as the night went on “just to get you another drink” Scott nodded and slumped back on the couch. Isaac walked into the kitchen and grabbed the last bottle off the side, he popped the lid off, and grabbed a bag out of the cupboard, rummaging through the bag he found what he was looking for. Crushing the pill, he dropped the powder into the bottle, placed his thumb over the top and shook it. Walking out of the kitchen, he sat down on the couch and shuffled up to Scott; putting his arm round his shoulders he passed him the bottle. Scott took a swig, grinned and took another; he moved up closer to Isaac, put his head on his chest and dragged his legs up onto the couch. Isaac moved his arm and ran his fingers through Scott’s hair. “I never thought you’d like me you know” he slurred “thought you were straight, and well too gorgeous for me too ever have a shot with you!” Scott knocked the bottle back and drained the last of it, then dropped his head onto his chest. Isaac pulled his shoes off, put an arm around his back and under his legs, he lifted him off the couch and carried him into his room. Scott was awake, but completely out of it, as Isaac lowered him onto the bed he fumbled at Isaacs buttons, Isaac grabbed his hand and pushed it away, then smacked him across the face with the back of his hand. Scott looked up at him and whimpered, that pathetic noise he always made when something was wrong. Isaac grinned and stared at him, “I’m in charge now Scotty, and you’re gunna do exactly what I say!”
Scott began to sob as Isaac tied his hands to the headboard with a tie. “Please Isaac! Anything you want I’ll do it, you don’t have to tie me up!!” Isaac swung his fist and caught him on the side of his head, Scott howled in pain and tried to move away but his restraints stopped him. Isaac pulled his shirt off and his pants down; he swung his leg over Scott’s chest and sat on him. He grabbed his dick and stroked it in front of Scott’s face. Scott stared at it, he felt a rush go through his body, the head was an inch of his face, leaking pre-cum. He could smell him, the musky smell of sweat and aftershave made Scott’s dick start growing against his will, he didn’t want to enjoy this, but he was seeing Isaac naked, and it was living up to his fantasies. It was about 8 inches long and 2 across, the hair was trimmed neatly, and a strip of hair led up to his navel, Isaac shuffled forwards and pulled his foreskin back over the head, “pretty sure you know what to do with this huh?” Scott nodded but didn’t move; Isaac sighed and moved forwards further, the head pressing against Scott’s lips. He pushed further and Scott’s mouth opened taking the head into his mouth, he moved further, taking four inch of Isaac’s dick, he bobbed his head up and down the shaft. Hearing Isaac groan, he tried taking more, he was scared but he liked Isaac, he wanted to make him happy. “Fuck..” Isaac’s voice startled him, it felt like hours since he’d spoken “Can tell you’ve done this before Scotty” Scott weakly smiled at him, then gagged violently as Isaac pushed into his throat.
Isaac gripped the side of his face and held his dick in his throat, he dropped his full weight onto Scott’s chest as he began kicking his legs trying to throw him off, he chuckled and held his face for a few more seconds then pulled back. Scott coughed and begged Isaac to stop, “Please! I’ll carry on sucking your dick, but don’t do that again!” Isaac smiled “I’m gunna cum in a minute anyways, your gunna swallow like a good little boy right?” Scott’s face paled, he’d given his fair share of blowjobs, but he’d never let them cum in his mouth before, “NO! That’s fucking disgusting!!” Isaac shrugged and pushed back into Scott’s mouth, he held his dick in his mouth; gradually he got frustrated, Scott made no movements, grabbing his hair he pulled his face forward, and then back again. Isaac moaned and Scott tried to pull backwards off his dick, he chuckled and held his head there, tears streamed down Scott’s face as Isaac continued fucking his face, after a few seconds he grunted and shot a spurt of cum into his face, he held Scott’s face still as he fired rope after rope of cum into his mouth. He pulled out and Scott began heaving trying to spit it out, “Don’t think so” Isaac snapped as he pushed his mouth shut and held his nose. “You either swallow or stop breathing!” Scott started going red in the face until suddenly he relented and gulped down the cum, it slid down his throat and he had to swallow more to stop it blocking his throat. Isaac flashed his grin and let go, “Let me see?” Scott opened his mouth and showed him “Good boy” he said, wiping the last bit of cum off his fingers into his hair “I’ll be right back”
Scott lent against the head board and shut his eyes, his throat hurt from the assault, he had the lingering after taste of cum in his mouth and some had leaked down his chin that he couldn’t wipe away. He had cramp in both his arms from the awkward position and his nose burned from the cocaine he had stupidly taken earlier. The most embarrassing part of this ordeal, his dick was so hard it hurt.
He shivered as Isaac walked back in; he was scared of what was coming next, but this was his chance to look him over properly. His well toned body glistened with sweat, his chest was smooth, only a few blond hairs scattered around his nipples, his stomach was flat, he worked out a lot and the ripple of muscles as he walked proved that. The line of hair that started down his navel progressed to his pelvic area, his neatly trimmed pubic hair showed off his semi-erect dick, his balls hung low, nestled tightly together, his muscular legs had just the right amount of hair on them. At 6’2 he was perfect, and he clearly knew it.
Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, Scott pulled his legs close to him to stay away, yeah he was fit, but he’d still fucked his face without his say so. He watched as Isaac lent down and pulled a box from under his bed, opening the lid he pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. Scott’s heart sank, he didn’t want this, Isaac would rip him in two.
“Iss, please! Whatever you want, just not that!”
Isaac calmly opened the condom and rolled it onto his dick
“Iss!! You’re too big, you’ll fucking hurt me!!”
He turned and pulled Scott’s jeans to his ankles, then ripped them off
“Iss, I’m begging you!”
He grabbed a sock from his draw, and a roll of sticky tape off the side.
“ISS!!! Please, just fucking listen to me!!”
He stuffed the sock into Scott’s open mouth and placed a piece of tape across his lips. Snapping open the bottle of lube he poured some into his hand and wiped it across Scott’s hole, he lubed a finger and pushed it inside roughly, Scott whimpered and kicked his legs out, trying to pull away from the sudden intrusion. Isaac pulled his finger out and wiped the excess lube off his hand onto Scott’s shirt. He pulled his legs up, placed the head of his dick at the entrance of Scott’s anus and lent his full weight onto him. Scott whimpered and begged through the sock.
Leaning close to him, Isaac breathed down Scott’s neck, it made him squirm and try to get out from under him. Silently, he lent down to his ear, Scott stopped fidgeting and listened to what he was whispering.
“I told you not to call me that”
Isaac pushed hard and rammed his entire eight inch dick into Scott’s arse.

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The Birthday Party

The Birthday Party
Tina sat in the warm Egyptian Musk scented water, trying to still her excited nerves and straining to hear any of the voices coming from the room next door that she might recognize.
Her husband, Jeff had arranged to rent the suite next door for the party, and had taken Tina to see it before the guests arrived. Every minute detail had been seen to by her thoughtful mate. From the esquisetly catered food and drinks to the bowls of condoms and lubricants to the dozens of large wine colored pillows set conveniently around the large room. He had even stocked the ice bucket with her favorite Riesling wine.
A peek into the lavish bathroom with it’s jacuzzi tub showed that he had included the “Dark Sugar” glycerin soap that she used on special occasions. The one that, he said, “made her skin taste and smell like Vanilla flavored cream.”
After her brief inspection, she was sequestered back to their room to relax in a hot bath while he awaited the guests next door. After her bath, she dressed in a turquoise colored bra, panties and gauze dress. Knowing that the color would enhance her golden brown tan and show off her new slim body that she had spent the last year working on. 10 years of marriage didn’t mean letting one’s self go, quite the opposite. She loved the attention that Jeff gave her. She loved enticing him.
Muffled giggles and masculine voices broke into her reverie, letting her know that it was almost time to go. Jeff came into the room and fitted a scarf tightly over her eyes. And led her slowly out the door and down the hall, where she could hear the party raving inside. “You o.k.?” he asked gently, knowing that Tina was nervous about being blindfolded the entire evening. She nodded, and with a little thrill entered the room.
There was an expectant hush as soft female hands, and fragrant female bodies took her in hand and divested her of her clothes. Strong male hands gently caressed her feet while slipping her shoes off. She knew that one of the men at the party had a foot fetish, and she had made sure that her toenails were as perfectly manicured as her fingernails. She felt the women lay her back on the high king sized bed, while the man at her feet tongued her delicate toes and tickled her feet. He laughed a rich chuckle in answer to her giggle, releasing her to the ladies’ administration.
The sensation of being blindfolded while multiple mouths devoured her was incredible indeed. It allowed her to be able to concentrate on the myriad of touches and electrical stimulation of mouths on her skin. She sensed people on the bed above her, to either side of her and at the foot of the bed. Unknown lips and teeth nibbled at her neck and ears leaving fire in their wake across her skin. Long silky hair trailed across her face as a woman’s mouth bent to Tina’s breast and tongued her nipples. “I love your nipples” the unknown woman said “they are rose colored except in the very center where they are red like little cherries”. Tina’s mind supplied her with an assortment of fashionable clothing that had begun to appear in the stores with cherries on it. Wondering if some designer had a girlfriend with “cherry nipples”.
As soon as this thought arrived it was brushed immediately away at the sensation of another mouth on her other breast and two small hands hefting the weight of her large breasts at the same time. The person above her leaned over and kissed her with a succession of quick playful kisses near but never ON her lips. Tina LOVED to be kissed, and always felt that she never had enough of it in her life. Nothing could get her wet so fast as a long sexy kiss. She became breathless with anticipation as strong hands spread her thighs and stroked her pussy. Keeping her bikini area neat and clean heightened the feelings and sensations as a hand stroked her mons and parted her nether lips gently. “My, My, somebody is Very wet!” said a male voice in delight as a probing finger delved deeper. Tina gasped as the man found her clitoris and stroked it quickly. He pressed down on it, as her button got harder and harder. His lips replaced his finger and she squealed with glee.
More weight shifted on the bed as more people joined in. Tina’s left hand was pried from her death grip on the covers as a large hard cock was placed in her hand instead. Tina smiled with recognition at the feel of that stiff flesh. “Harry!” she cried, making everyone at the party laugh and hoot. She knew that penis well, as it belonged to one of her and Jeff’s regular play mates. Harry’s voice rose an octave as he protested the identification. (A sure sign that he was already drunk) but as it brought to the attention of the ladies in the room his exceptional endowment, he didn’t really mind.
It was impossible to separate the sensations now, no matter how Tina tried, hands, mouths; sexual organs were covering every inch of her body it seemed. She thought she could not differentiate the areas of pleasure until a large phallus shape slid between her thighs and entered her with a flourish. Tina moaned in fulfillment immediately, even before the large cock began to pump into her.
She raised her legs and wrapped them around the hips of the thrusting body, only to discover that the hips were those of a woman! Tina’s agile feet examined the hips and the wide belt around it, as it came to her that it was a strap-on. The woman in the strap-on began to cry and moan, and, reaching her climax promptly gushed all over Tina’s belly. Tina had never felt a woman come like that before and felt that it was incredibly erotic. As camera’s whirred and clicked, and her ears filled with the sounds of many people making love, Tina felt like she was a flower in a garden being serviced by an assortment of pollinating butterflies and honey bees.
Just when it felt like the sensations were so complex and extreme that they bordered on pain, she heard one of the ladies, (whom she later found out was a professional dominatrix) called for a break and escorted Tina into the bathroom, and called Jeff in. Jeff made sure that Tina was ok, and noting her damp skin and flushed face, took off her blindfold, brought her her inhaler, a cold drink and a snack. Then left her to re-cooperate in private.
Lady Lauren, the dominatrix, had claimed the privilege of bathing Tina. Not only to have private time with her, but to provide the Aftercare that Tina’s overexcited nerves needed. She sunk with Tina into the elegant Jacuzzi tub and gently washed her charges hair. “You have such a beautiful body” Lauren told her,” You got curves in all the right places”. Tina was equally taken with Lauren’s body, telling her so and snuggling down against the other woman’s generous breasts while she was gently scrubbed and bathed.
The girls chatted softly, while alternately listening to the party rage just outside the bathroom door. Tina felt like she was simply melting under Lauren’s ministrations, and hoped that it might never end, but she was starting to feel guilty about being closeted away from Jeff and her guests. It sounded like everyone else was taking a break as well, waiting on her. Lady Lauren ties a fresh blindfold over Tina’s eyes and led her back to the great King sized bed.
Tina could hear small groups of people having sex all over the room again as her unseen attendants swarmed her body once more. She sensed Jeff nearby, and heard him breaking something out of a package to everyone’s apparent delight. She felt her husband’s fingers gently massaging her clit and then in one swift moment, it felt as if he has snatched it between his teeth roughly. It was a sex toy designed to suck at the clit and make it larger. Others, seeing the prompt physical reaction Tina had, started experimenting on each other with it with attendant squeals and giggles.
Just when Tina was starting to wonder when she was going to have some real fun, she felt a hard cock slide between her thighs while one slid into her mouth. She hungrily sucked at the flesh in her mouth, noticing that the male member was apparently pierced and having lots of fun with it. She took the shaft deep into her throat while twirling her tongue around the tip and shaft, a technique that always seemed to please. Strong hands gripped her hips and flipped her onto her knees. She recognized the rhythm of her husband while he thrust against her, and the owner of the cock in her mouth pulled her head into his lap. This gave her greater traction to bump her ass up in counter thrusts and slide her lips down from the cock to the sac beneath and suck each testicle into her mouth. The cock in her mouth exploded as she swallowed down the hot cum. Just as she finished with that, a hand came down to sink her ass in rhythm with the incredible fucking and she became so very wet that, she had to be stopped and wiped off before continuing. The sensations of the hard cock fucking her and her ass being turned pink and then red caused Tina to become overcome with erotic waves of pleasure, screaming over and over in orgasm.
And while her skin was still electrified and her body still bucking with spasms, she was pulled into incredibly soft yielding arms and had her face pressed into two of the softest largest breasts she had ever felt. One long nipple was guided into her mouth and she began to suck avidly at it. Tina was absolutely shocked when milk began to squirt into her mouth. Having never been breastfed as a baby, but having sucked two children herself, she knew exactly how to coax the nipple with tongue and mouth to pour more of the sweet warm milk into her mouth. A hand pushed her head down away from the delicious milk (others wanted a taste) to her belly and hips. Tina took that as an invitation to kiss her way down to the warm musky cleft and explore with her tongue and lips the treasure buried there.
As she lapped up the sweet juices that flowed there, she felt another hard penis nudging at her ass. She arched her back to welcome the contact and was surprised to feel a well lubricated cock slide into her asshole. Knowing that in her inexperience in that area, only one man would dare claim that privilege. She relaxed and pressed back against Jeff.
As she accustomed herself to his size, she felt the pussy in her face slip away. She moaned in disappointment until she felt a hard male body underneath her. While covering her face with kisses, the new man slid his cock into her vagina. Tina was stilled with the sensation. She had never experienced a double penetration like this and the sense of “fullness” was overwhelming. Slowly she began to rock, setting the pace for the men; ripples of heat made her skin feel like it was on fire, all the while sending shivers down her spine.
The men thrust against her, filling her like never before. She felt herself being overwhelmed with orgasm over and over, being conscience of own screams issuing from her throat. And just when she thought that she could take no more, the man under he clasped her erect nipples in his mouth and began to suck on them. Tina felt light exploding behind her eyelids; her legs were weak and trembling. She felt like every ounce of energy was being thrashed out of her. Like a maelstrom of mouth and lips, cocks and breasts enveloped every square inch of her body. She was transported into a feeling of altered reality last experienced when she experimented with pot in her college years.
Tina was unaware when the actual sex ended. When she came to, there was a cold cloth on her head and Jeff was crooning to her gently. Someone, maybe Lady Lauren, had covered her trembling, goose pimpled body with a light cover, and placed a deep pillow under her sweat soaked head. She had a vague sense of the room quietly emptying out. Someone was holding her snugly while Jeff said goodbye to what was left of the guests. She heard Harry laughing hysterically, and smiled, knowing how shit-faced he got when drunk. She could hear Jeff trying to escort him down the hall to crash in an adjacent room for the night. Lauren noticed the weary smile on Tina’s face and kissed her lips gently, telling her that she did very good.
As Jeff took over and quietly said goodbye to Lady Lauren and her husband, over Tina’s head, he pulled her back against his chest, and walked her to their room next door. He laid his exhausted wife on the fresh soft bed, climbed in with her and held her until she fell asleep. Tina’s last coherent thought was that this was the best birthday party that she had ever had.

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old enough for a beer

One night I received a call from my friend Antonio asking if I could come over and spend the night with him. His sister had her birthday party and his dad still had a couple beers left in the cooler, so naturally I was going. I arrived at Toney’s house late, around 12 o’clock at night. He was playing video games, like usual. I walked into his room and he immediately stopped playing reached to his left and threw me a beer. His parents didn’t care if we drank because we were both eighteen and considered to be as adult as anyone, so I felt comfortable and made myself at home. After my second beer I was lying next to him just talking, when all of a sudden the fucker cup checked me. It wasn’t hard but still enough to cup my junk with his hand. I did it back, and before we both knew it we where playing grab ass all over the place. Cupping came to pinching, pinching to slapping, to tapping. Eventually I started to feel his bulge getting stiff, but that didn’t stop him from touching my shit so it kept on until it became unbelievably noticeable. I stopped after a good feel of his hard dick. I gave up and said you win, and just when I thought it was over he reached over grabbed my hand and placed It on his stiffy. I had never before experienced this feeling of another man’s junk, beside my own. I didn’t know what to do but thinking quickly I decided to not waste this opportunity so I began to rub everything. At this point I seemed to be on the same page as tony and so with that he laid back and shut his eyes. I never saw this coming and had never intended it but I experienced that powerful sexual feeling that you have when you’re with another person, too bad the first time was with a man but I decided to act upon it. Rubbing intently Tony began to thrust his hips into the air, matching the same motion of which I was massaging his package. Being bold, I decided to take full advantage of the situation so I grabbed both sides of his waist band and pulled his running shorts down gently to his knees. I then could see his bulge more clearly through his grey briefs, exposing more of his above average dick. Seeing this made me want to see more, so I, like before grabbed both sides of his briefs and gently pulled down to expose his bare 8 inch cock. I was a little jealous of how I compared up to tony’s shit but non the less I continued on. I first looked up at tony and saw that he still had his head back with his eyes closed, which made me feel more comfortable and then went on to grasp his dick and gently glided my hand up and down his shaft; from tip to base, slowly and firmly I was jacking off my friend tony. For the fact that I was jacking his bare dick made him respond more intensely than before. He began to thrust his hips again but in a more uncontrolled manner, from side to side up and down, but still at the pace of which I was going. I had received a lot of pleasure from jacking tony off but I had other plans in mind as well. I squeezed tightly on the tip of his cock, which brought out a huge thrust from tony, I then licked the tip of his dick which was excreting a little pre cum. The taste was salty to say the least and not what I expected but it passed quickly. I started off just licking the tip to then sucking the tip, from this tony’s hips responded to a swifter thrust which made his dick penetrate my mouth deeper. I could take his dick only so far into my mouth that I was three quarters of the way down before his tip jammed into the back of my throat. I put my hands on both sides of his hips to restrain his bucking, and thrusting. After he was restrained I was more effectively sucking his dick. He was still able to thrust a little but I was able to control the depth of which his dick slid in and out of my mouth. He began to moan and breathe heavily as each time I sucked more and more. I guided my tongue down the bottom of his dick which was now covered heavily in my saliva, so much so that it dribbled down to his balls. I removed his dick from my mouth and when I did, it made the sound like when you stick your finger in your mouth and pop your cheek. Tony obviously waxed, because there was absolutely not a single pubic hair in sight. This made it very easy when I went down to suck on his balls. I spit a glob of spit onto his dick and continued rubbing up and down simultaneously sucking on the base of his shaft. From the shaft I moved down to his balls which were fully soft and started sucking on one ball, pulling the skin instead of the testical. Still rubbing up and down on his shaft I licked the under side of his scrotum, which smelled and tasted like sweat, but oddly enough it drove wild. At this point I totally engulfed in what I was doing and had no other outside thought. I had one goal and that was to make tony climax. I moved my mouth back over to his throbbing cock and began to suck wildly on it. His hips where moving out of control, his moans became louder and deeper, so much that he put a pillow over his head to muffle the sound. My mouth slid back and forth faster and faster, gagging me due to his cock making it to the very back of my throat. Faster, Faster, Faster his thrusts became making his dick penetrate my throat. His stomach indicated how fast he was breathing and he might as well have been running a marathon. His moans were now deep grunts. His hips bucked and thrashed wildly and then I felt his hot fluid shooting into my mouth. I was so caught in the moment that I didn’t care how gross it might have been, I swallowed all of it. I licked all around, and each time I licked his head he thrust forward a little. He removed the pillow from his head and let out a huge breath, sat up looked at me and pushed my face back into his dick which by now was already soft. I popped my head up and flicked him in the balls. He heaved over in pain but I knew it wasn’t that hard so I pushed him back and kissed him. I told him that we should probably take a shower and he agreed. I got the water to a perfect warmth and started to take off my clothes. Tony was already naked so he decided to help me. He slid my briefs down and off my legs exposing my two inch soft dick. I was a little embarrassed but tony didn’t even seem to care. We both got in the shower and immediately began to make out. We started rubbing and humping each other. I decided to get more leverage, so I grabbed around to his ass cheeks and started to press hard up against his body. I squatted down to again take his dick in my mouth it was thicker when it was soft and easier to fit into my mouth. I just sucked on his soft dick for a while until I realized that I still had a hold of his ass cheeks. I, already taking more than one bold step decided to take another. I began to ease my middle finger closer to his ass hole, and without long I had reached the opening. He didn’t object so I proceeded to penetrate my finger inside his butt. He gently pushed my head back and turned around to expose his ass to me. I was amazed. I stood up straddled his ass and poked my 5 inch dick between his ass cheeks. At first it was really tight and hard for me to even get my head into. Just then we hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Tony!” it was tony’s mother. “Is that you in there?” “Yeah mom” tony yelled. I swiftly pulled my dick out and stood listening. “I need to use the bathroom!” She said. At this moment I had to think quick, So I quickly hopped out of the shower, put on my briefs and slid out the bathroom window. I quickly went around to tony’s room and went through his window and straight onto the bed. This night will never be forgotten. I didn’t know if I was gay or bisexual, but one thing for sure was right I loved tony more than a friend.

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As we got to know each other better…..

Greg, Teresa and I would continue to go out and party like we did before, however things were different now. Although there were never expectations, there was an unsaid desire that we all continued to have. Teresa would continue to dress up for us and I made sure that her pussy stayed shaven. However when we were out in public, although Teresa would still be very friendly with Greg, we never let on that we were a threesome, which only added to the anticipation.
One afternoon after spending the day together, we went over to his house. We did a couple of shots over his house to keep our buzz going and then we began to talk about Greg and his motorcycle racing days. He pulled out an old album where he showed us pictures of him racing and trophies that he had won. It was pretty cool and Teresa thought he looked sexy in his racing uniform. He mentioned that he still had it and went into the spare bedroom and brought it out to us.
As he was showing it to us, he asked Teresa if she wanted to try it on. She loves the feel of leather on her skin, and she was wearing just a pair of shorts and a t shirt. She dropped her shorts down right in the living room leaving her panties on and took off her shirt and bra. Greg knelt beside her so she could step into the suit and then he pulled it up and stepped behind her and helped her put her arms into the suit. It zipped up in front from the crotch up to the neck. Greg was grinning ear to ear looking at my wife as she stood there in his suit with her perky tits still showing.
Greg asked if he could take some pictures of her. Both of us agreed and she posed for some really sexy pictures. Unfortunately it was summer time and the suit was hot so she didn’t wear it for very long. She was getting very turned on as she was receiving all of this attention from Greg and me. So she went over to the floor space in front of the couch and coffee table and pulled off her panties.
Greg had a bean bag chair that I sat down in and he went and sat down on the couch. Teresa lay down in the floor in front of us and started to rub her clit. Greg and I were a little surprised at this, but we were definitely enjoying what we were seeing. I started to talk to her and asked her if she was enjoying rubbing on her pussy while Greg and I watched. She said she was and picked up the pace of rubbing her moist throbbing clit.
She was moaning in front of us now as she was massaging her tit with her other hand. She had placed her head on the floor and closed her eyes and arched her back as if we were not even there. She brought herself to an orgasm and then looked at both of us sitting there watching her in amazement. She had her, “I need a dick” look on her face and I was totally turned on.
I asked Greg if he wanted to fuck her and he said he didn’t and then told me to fuck her. I asked him if he minded, since this was his place and I didn’t want to just assume that I could fuck my old lady anywhere I wanted, including his house and he assured me that it was okay with him. So I crawled over to her and she undid my pants as I took off my shirt. I then took my boxers off as she lay back down before me and she spread her legs. I felt her pussy with my fingers and it was both smooth and wet. She took a couple of strokes of my cock in her hand and felt how hard it was.
I then positioned myself between her legs and slid right in. She was a little tight, but she felt so good. After a couple of strokes, she was a perfect fit and I felt right at home. It didn’t take long for me to pick up the pace as I began fucking my wife in front of Greg again. She placed her hands over her head as she was enjoying me fucking her hard. I asked Greg if he had any rope that he could tie her hands up with, but he said that he didn’t have any. He did go into his kitchen and pull out some duct tape though.
Teresa was getting more and more excited with eagerness to see what we “boys” were up to. Greg then grabbed a hold of her arms and duct taped them together at her wrists, but he didn’t cut the tape. He stood about four feet from her head and held on to the roll and pulled on her arms to stretch her out. This was a total turn on for both my wife and me as we have played with bondage with each other before, but this was the first with someone else.
He was yelling at her and telling her to enjoy it. I was fucking her for all I was worth. After about 15 minutes of pure fucking as he held onto her arms in the air, I came hard into her. As I came into her, he let go of the tape and her arms fell to the floor. I rolled off of her and he walked back over to the couch. I asked her if she enjoyed that, and she was very eager to say, “Yes”. She laid there on the floor trying to catch her breath. Her pussy was pulsating. I brushed her hair out of her face and leaned over to kiss her. She brought her arms back down to her stomach as they were still taped together.
I undid her arms and then got up next to her and put my shorts back on and sat back in the bean chair. She got up and sat next to Greg, still naked. I knew what she was wanting; she wanted Greg to fuck her next. She had my cum running out of her pussy as Greg was rubbing on her leg. It didn’t take long for my wife to go for Greg’s dick and she started to rub it. I remained on the bean bag chair on the floor next to them and watched them make out. They were whispering in each other’s ear and I could not tell what they were saying. Then Greg stood up and asked if I minded if he took Teresa back into his bedroom with him. I said, “No, I don’t mind at all”. Then she stood up and went back into the bedroom with him, leaving the door open.
I moved to the couch and spent about a half hour by myself watching TV. After the show was over I was flipping through the channels when Greg emerged from his bedroom. He was wearing his shorts so I figured they were done. I walked back into the bedroom and saw Teresa lying there. When she saw me she went ahead and got up. I couldn’t tell if he had fucked her, but Teresa is a screamer and I didn’t hear any screams. I never did ask her what happened that night while I sat in the living room, but she said that Greg still wasn’t totally comfortable with me being there. I wasn’t willing or ready to leave her at Greg’s house as the day turned into night and I was ready to go home.
A couple of weeks later, Greg drove over to our house in the evening. We all had taken naps and slept most of the afternoon away, so by the time the evening rolled around, we had lots of energy. We got dressed up and were ready to go out. Teresa put on a short skirt and a very nice top. I had shaven her pussy as usual. She was wearing a new pair of panties that really weren’t panties. They were a sexy laced piece of cloth that had a set of beads that was attached from the front to the back. When she put them on, they ran down the crack of her ass and fit in between her lips. She liked them because when she walked they rubbed her clit.
She was eager to show Greg her new underwear and he liked them as well. We went down to the Rodeo and I drove us down to the Pink Pony. While on our way there, we talked about this and that, but noting in particular. Once we were inside, Greg and I tipped some of the girls on the stages and we took a seat with Teresa at a table close to the main stage. A sexy waitress came over to us and we ordered drinks. We all had beer. Greg and I continued to scope the place and Teresa was watching us like we were dogs in heat. We eventually found us some girls and we each had table dances. The girls really liked Teresa and Teresa liked the attention.
Eventually the shot girl came over to our table. She was very hot and dressed in a uniform that consisted of short shorts and a revealing low cut shirt. She had test tube shots in a test tube holder she carried with her. I bought Teresa a shot and the shot girl asked Teresa which kind she would like. Teresa asked what flavors she had. She said, “Jaeger”…. And Teresa said “Yes”. The girl pulled the test tube filled with Jaeger and then climbed on Teresa’s lap. It was extremely sexy to watch. Teresa grabbed the young girl’s hips to hold her in place and the shot girl proceeded to take the test tube filled with Jaeger and held it above her head and flicked it with her tongue like it was a dick. She then licked it up one side and down the other and then took the test tube and deep throated it. After the shot girl was done deep throating the shot, she took it and placed it between her tits and grabbed the back of Teresa’s head. Teresa bent her head over and took the test tube in her mouth and the shot girl held her breasts together and rose up in Teresa’s lap and had Teresa take the shot without any hands. It was actually quiet impressive and a great skill!
We hung out for another hour or so enjoying the girls, the drinks, and Teresa’s company. She would show off a little here and there, teasing us like all the other girls were. Once we had a good buzz going, and we were all worked up, we decided that we should head on home. We piled back in the Rodeo, Greg got in the back behind me and Teresa laid in the passenger seat and I drove. We hadn’t even pulled out of the parking lot and Greg had Teresa lean the seat back so that he could make out with her and raise her shirt up and kiss on her nipples.
I pulled out and started driving home and watched out of the corner of my eye and watched the two of them embrace each other in kisses while Greg helped Teresa out of her shirt. She was squirming with eagerness, as I reached over and started to finger her already wet pussy. This was her signal that she didn’t need her skirt or beaded panties anymore so she pulled both of them off so that she was completely naked as we drove home. I asked Greg to take over fingering her pussy for me as I turned on the lights inside so passer by’s could get a good look at her and what fun Greg was having with her. Teresa and I did something similar one time when we were on our way home and we were hungry. She was laid back and I was fingering her as we went through the drive thru and the young black guy who handed us our food got a full view of me fingering her pussy. Although this time we went strait home.
Once we arrived back at our place and parked, Teresa was eager to get up to the apartment so she could have us service her better. She got out of the Rodeo, totally naked not even noticing our down stairs neighbor outside smoking on his front porch and walked up three flights of stairs as Greg and I walked behind her. While I was fumbling for the keys, Greg had Teresa pinned up against the wall outside feeling her up and kissing on her neck. Once I had the door open I stood there and watched them for a little bit before they broke their kiss and came in.
Teresa ran in and grabbed the blanket that was on the bed and brought it back out to the floor in the living room. Greg and I grabbed a beer, but they never even got opened. Teresa had other ideas. She lay down on her back and Greg went right between her legs and started to eat her out. Along with having one of the best looking pussies I have ever seen, it also tastes as good as it looks. I sat in the recliner and watched him eat her out for a good twenty minutes and then he stopped all of a sudden and said to me, “Go get her Robo”.
Without hesitation, I got up from the recliner, and went into the bedroom and retrieved the Robo. Who am I to argue with the boss?! When I got back into the living room, he was back to eating her pussy, which he was obviously enjoying, so I just laid the Robo by her side and sat back in the recliner and continued to watch him. Greg was an expert pussy eater, I don’t know if I ever ate her pussy that good, or if from my angle, I was just able to see how much Teresa truly enjoyed having her pussy eaten. She was screaming and crying about how good it felt and she had her hands on Greg’s head, caressing him and encouraging him to continue eating her pussy for as long as he could. I could see that his face was buried into her with his tongue working her clit deeply and his nose was pleasantly filled with her sweet aroma, not to mention his chin was covered with her sweet nectar.
When Greg came up for air as Teresa was getting closer to cumming he noticed that I was sitting in the recliner again watching intensely with amazement and picked up Robo asking Teresa, “Is this what you want?” She replied back to him, “Oh yes, give it to me baby” very erotically. He put it at the opening of her vagina as she held onto the back of her knees pulling her legs up into the air and spreading her legs wider, wanting Robo so badly she could almost taste it. He teased her a little bit and she enjoyed every second of Greg’s touch. He gently pressed the head past the opening of her vagina and slowly let it penetrate her. He twisted it a couple of times and then turned the rotating beads on. He pulled it out a little bit and then drove Robo into her a little further and still twisted it as it plunged into her deeper. He withdrew it again and then turned on the vibrating clitoral stimulator. Sending chill bumps all over Teresa’s body, he drove Robo in as far as it would go. Teresa was in pure ecstasy and probably didn’t think she could be any more turned on as Greg pleasured her. Boy was she wrong.
Greg then moved beside her and was on his knees. She had her hands down by her side and was gripping the blanket with both hands as Greg continued to work her pussy with Robo. He saw how much pleasure she was in and looked over his shoulder at me and said with almost a little sarcasm, “She is very turned on, isn’t she?” I said, “Of course, you have a special touch for her”. He just smiled with encouragement and turned his attention back to her.
Because he had moved, I couldn’t see Robo working her clit anymore and when she gushes, I love to see it. So I got out of the recliner and knelt beside her head on the same side that Greg was on. I pulled her hair back and started to massage and kiss on her tits. I could only imagine how she felt with her two favorite guys in her life with their only goal was to fully pleasure her. She then reached up and started to rub my cock through my pants and even lightly bite through them with her wanting mouth. Greg, enjoyed watching her doing this too and said, “Yeah, you like that don’t you Teresa?” I took my cock out of my pants so she could suck on it and with one plunge of her mouth, I was completely inside her mouth and down her throat.
Greg also did something new to Teresa that took both me and her by enough surprise that it made her lay her head back down and I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head with pleasure. With the Robo in side of her, the clit stimulator on high, her juices flowing and with her already close to the edge, Greg found her pelvic bone and just above it he pressed down and inside of her. This was totally erotic and Teresa found a new feeling unique to Greg that drove her absolutely wild. It was as if he found her “G” spot from outside her body and was able to rub her to a climax like I have never seen before. We both watched her intensely as he worked his magic and then she came in gushes that impressed all of us.
She was screaming in ecstasy, while Greg and I continued to watch in amazement. Teresa was in pure heaven and Greg and I felt a deep pleasure in enjoying her fulfilling all of her desires and sexual needs. As she continued to enjoy every touch of her pussy and every soft kiss to her body that Greg and I delivered along with every kiss she was able to get with her tongue, Teresa was very much at a point where she was able to feel all of the sensations in the room and become a part of both Greg and I.
Greg could tell that I was super hard at this point and stayed beside her as he asked me if I wanted to fuck her. I was more than happy to let him go ahead and fuck the shit out of her as she desperately needed and wanted, but I wasn’t about to pass up on this pussy that was screaming for dick. Greg held open her legs as I moved in between them and placed my dick inside of her eager pussy. He moved up to the recliner and watched as I fucked her hard and fast, and came as fast, obviously not fulfilling all of her needs. Once we were finished and Greg noticed she was still horny and wet, he called for Teresa and she responded quickly as I lay on the floor beside her wet spot.
I lay on the floor and watched them kiss. He continued to whisper in her ear and she responded very positively. Greg then asked me if I had any porn that Teresa liked. I got up and found a DVD that Teresa and I most recently purchased from our local porn shop. Teresa and I recently discovered an old desire in us that both exited our bondage side as well as girl on girl action. Teresa slid down in between Greg’s legs as I put the movie in. We found us a movie that truly excited both of us and it was obvious from Greg’s own excitement that he liked it as well.
Greg asked Teresa if she liked that, knowing he knew the answer from an earlier session of ours. She has always been very turned on by porn, but especially bondage porn. Teresa lay back down in front of us and I grabbed a pillow for her to rest her head on. She picked Robo back up and placed it back into her and positioned herself so she could watch the DVD with us. After a little bit of enjoying her, enjoying herself, I asked her to join me on the couch. She lay down next to me, with Robo still firmly planted in her pussy. She put her legs over my lap as I sat there naked and worked Robo’s magic on her clit. She started bucking again, making Robo work her clit even rougher. I reached up and pinched her nipples which she enjoyed very much. I then reached down between her lips and grabbed her clit with my thumb and forefinger and pulled it out of her lips and mashed it against the vibrator. This sent her over the edge and she sat up and said in a very demanding voice to me, “I want you to fuck me!”
I was very hard by this point, so I just positioned myself next to the couch and grabbed one leg and put it in the air and slid my hard dick into her. She grabbed my ass and screamed, “Give it to me!” So I pounded her pretty hard for a couple of minutes and then I decided to flip her over. She was now facing away from me with her knees on the couch and her arms over the back of it, as Greg watched us from behind. I kept fucking her harder and harder and we were sliding off of the back of the couch and over the arm of the couch. She now had her hands completely on the floor as her ass was up in the air over the arm and I continued to pound into her. Greg thought this was better than any porn he had ever seen before and didn’t even notice what was on TV at this point and neither did we. I grabbed a hold of her with both hands and gave her good long hard strokes and then as she was getting closer to cumming, I put a finger in her ass to send her over the edge. I could feel everything contracting around my dick and my finger and then I finally exploded up inside of her for the second time tonight.
I backed off of her and she laid there over the side of the couch. I turned and looked at Greg, and said, “You should really try her out man! She feels really good and would love for you to fuck her!” Greg just smiled really big and said, “I think Teresa is pretty well fucked out. She has cum running down her legs and looks like she could use a break.” So Teresa sat back down on the couch and I lit a cigarette for her. The porn movie was still playing as Teresa and Greg toted on their cigarettes. I asked Teresa if she was having a good time and she said that she was. I asked Greg if he liked the bondage he saw on TV and he said he liked it as much as Teresa did. I turned to Teresa and asked her if she would like to be tied up and she turned to Greg and asked, “Would you like for me to be tied up?” Greg said, “Sure, what do you have in mind?”
Teresa and I had experimented many times before with bondage, so much that we kept the ropes tied to the bed. She lay down on the bed on her back and I put the ropes around her wrists and ankles so she was tied spread eagled on the bed having very limited movement. Once she was tied up, Greg knelt down beside her and started to tickle her body. While he was teasing her, I went to our “special” drawer and pulled out some clothes pins and some rat traps I had modified. I think this took Greg by a little surprise as he was not sure what I planned on doing with them. I placed the clothes pins on her lips, three on each side. Greg was a little weirded out, but he asked Teresa if she liked that. When she told him she did, Greg tried to stay involved and continued to tickle and tease the rest of her body while I licked her clit.
I then changed out the clothes pins with the mouse traps on her pussy lips. Teresa actually likes them better because rather than a pinching sensation the clothes pins give her, they give her more of a strong pressure sensation. Teresa continued to moan in pleasure, but this was completely new to Greg and something that took some getting use to for him. He started to get up and leave the room, and I asked him if he was okay. He just said, “Yeah, this just isn’t my thing”. Since we wanted to include him in on this, we decided to stop. So I untied Teresa and pulled the traps off of her lips. She was still very horny and not ready to give up on Greg.
We walked back into the living room and Greg was sitting on the couch where Teresa and I were fucking earlier. Teresa went and sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck. I put on a pair of shorts and sat down in the recliner across from them. He asked us if we really liked that kind of stuff and we said we did. He apologized for leaving us in there, but there was no need for an apology. The DVD was still playing in a loop, but I had stopped it and turned on the TV. Teresa was still naked and focused on still getting Greg to fuck her. Greg was paying her a little attention to keep her occupied and asked if we had any other porn. I said, “We have cable, we have all the porn you want.” So I flipped the channel over to where we could order up some porn and found one that had an oriental flavor to it. Greg has always had a thing for Orientals and I knew turning one of those one would in turn, turn him on.
Once I had found one to his liking that had little hot Oriental girls in it doing everything you could imagine. I remained in the chair for a little bit while Teresa and Greg sat over in the couch. As we were watching it together, it really wasn’t doing anything for me and Greg and Teresa were basically just petting and cuddling together. So I decided to get up and go to bed. It was past 3 in the morning by this point and I was tired. I said good night to both of them and left the room.
I am not sure how long I was in bed for, but I heard moans come from the living room that were not from the TV. They were recognizable moans from my wife that immediately made me hard. So I silently got up and walked over to the door way and looked into a mirror that allowed me to see them on the couch. Unfortunately for me, I could only see in the reflection the back of the couch, the top of Greg’s head and I could tell that Teresa was down on her knees in front of him between his legs. As quietly as I could, hoping that they would both think that I was sleeping, I tried to watch them and masturbate. I grabbed an old dinning room chair that use to belong to a set that we no longer had but sat in the bedroom next to the bed and also made a good bondage chair as I would use it to tie Teresa to, to whip her and tease her. I moved it over to the door way so I remained in the shadows of the room and grabbed a bottle of KY and began to watch them and masturbate.
I was hard as a rock again as I watched them for about five minutes and then Teresa stopped. I wasn’t sure why, but could tell that it was Greg’s initiation to stop. My entertainment went away as I noticed they went back to talking again, whispering actually. I was very disappointed and it showed as my penis softened. I got up from my chair and went back to bed. I could hear Greg and Teresa talking as they were saying their “goodbyes” as I remained awake.
When she came in to the bedroom, she was still naked and she cuddled up to my chest. I asked her if she had a good time tonight, she sighed and said she did, but said she didn’t get the chance to fuck him yet, and then made a comment that Greg felt like I was watching them, which I admittingly was. She grabbed a hold of my dick and gave it a few strokes and noticed that it was still moist from the KY. This made me semi hard again and she asked me if I would like to finish what I started. Without a word, I picked up the KY which was beside the bed and applied some more, while Teresa lay beside me and fondled my balls and pinched on my nipples. I asked her to tell me what they did while I was gone, but she said they mostly talked. However she started to pinch my nipples a little harder now and when she was caressing my balls she would scrape her nails over my anus. She moved the conversation over to asking me how much I would like to see her fuck him and all I can remember saying was, “a lot” before cunning one final time that night and falling asleep.

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I Was Going To Do It.

I was going to do it.
I was going to try something I had never tried before, and I was sure it was going to work. It all seemed so simple at first, so easy and so freeing. The idea, given to me by one of my friends, was so intriguing at the time I could not stop myself from thinking about it.
It had been a solid three days since the idea lodged itself in my brain and as soon as I heard it, I knew it was something I wanted to try. The thought had sat in the back of my mind, festering and growing until I could not possibly wait another moment. I was going to do it.
I was going to tie myself up, upside-down, hanging from the ceiling in my garage with a vibrating egg inserted into my pussy.
It was going to be glorious. A girlfriend of mine and of similar build to me seemed so excited at her new found pleasure; I just had to try it.
So that is why I found myself standing in a musty smelling, dingy, grimy and overstocked porn store. How could a place be this dirty yet smell like someone spilled an entire bucket of sanitizer all over the place?
This building was a rundown gas station converted to serve pornography. It sat off exit 64 on I-92 and was a literal shit-hole. If this was not the only store within 50 miles that sold these kinds of things, I’d have gone somewhere else.
As soon as I walked in the powerful concoction of odors and aromas smacked me in the face. Eyebrows upturned, throat clenching and lunch churning in my stomach, I pressed forward; what I wanted outweighed all of what this store could throw at me.
As I browsed the isles and assembled my necessary tool-kit, I couldn’t help but breathe through my mouth and watch where my feet landed on the floor. Midway up isle (2) the floor was coated in some sticky substance I dare not tread on. It smelled like strawberry jam, so I assumed it was lube.
When I finally got back to the register, I had all I needed: 100ft length rope, (2) sets of fuzzy handcuffs, (1) ball gag, and the vibrating egg. The egg was by far the most expensive, but it was also the crucial ingredient to my plan. The box, hot pink with flowers on its sides (of course), claimed it had 10 different settings and an incredible long battery life. It also had a wireless controller so I could keep the remote in my hand, controlling its settings.
After paying my total in cash and receiving my change, I darted out the door and longed for fresh air and a shower. The unusually hot air clung to me in ways I really didn’t care for. Being mid-May in Pennsylvania, you’d think the weather would be cooler than it was, but the weathermen were predicting a scorcher of a weekend to follow.
Once safely tucked into my SUV, I smiled the coy smile of a person who is way too pleased with themselves. This was really happening.
Upon arriving home, my cat Baxter greeted me and started immediately whining that he was dying of starvation and couldn’t possibly wait another second. My bags I placed on the kitchen counter and I was lead into the kitchen by my furry companion.
I live in a 2 bedroom apartment with my boyfriend of 3 years. He travels a lot for his business and that is most of the time ok by me. Sometimes I miss him terribly, and I usually react like Baxter when he returns (except for the feed me I’m gonna starve attitude). Our apartment is a two story building in an apartment complex with a personal garage underneath our rooms. The garage was nothing to speak of, a simple one car space with little on the walls.
Once my cat was taken care of I set to work. It was Friday afternoon and Greg, my boyfriend, wasn’t expected back till Monday afternoon at the earliest. I had told exactly no one I was attempting this, so I had the apartment at my disposal all weekend.
We had kept the garage very clean, ever since we moved in two and a half years ago. We had painted and sealed the floor last year and it still looked very good despite having our cars drive all over it. There wasn’t much on the walls, because most of Greg’s tools were in a storage cabinet in the corner. We did have a three step ladder hanging from a hook next to the door and that is what I would need first.
Greg had installed a chin up bar in the middle of the garage away from where the garage door lifted up and away from the small set of stairs leading into the house. It was about 10 feet away from everything in the garage and centered in the middle of the ceiling.
Greg could simply jump up and grab onto the bar, it wasn’t that high off the ground, especially for him being 6’-2”. But for me being 5’-6”, I was never able to just jump and grab it. It was at least 4-6 inches away every time I tried.
The only other thing I needed to perform my high-wire act (as I started calling it to myself) was a sandbag to act as counterweight. Being athletic and a cheerleader in high school, I pretty much stayed at around 130 lbs. The sandbag we sometimes used as a doorstop for the back door weighted about 100 lbs. I was betting it, along with the tension on the rope, would keep me off the ground.
I took the end of the rope and triple tied it to the top of the sand bag (only after dragging that large S.O.B. into the garage). Baxter was curious, so he followed me and inspected my progress. The knot was tied very tight, and I was very sure it was not coming loose anytime soon.
The next step was to position the step ladder under the chin-up bar and get the 100 lb bag onto that top step. After a lot of grunting and lifting, I was finally able to lift it from one step to the next all the way up to the third and final step. I had also managed to work up a tremendous sweat in the process.
I slung the rope over the chin up bar and let the remainder come down on the other side. The counter weight was in place. I then lifted off my shirt and started disrobing.
After kicking the remainder of my clothes into one of the corners of the garage, I stepped onto the first step of the ladder, completely naked and still sweating.
I secured the first set of fuzzy handcuffs around my ankles and looped the rope in between my legs. I had practiced some self bondage before in my teenage years, so where I needed the rope to go came naturally to me.
Before I tied up my hands, I made sure the ball gag was in place. I secured it behind my head and felt a little drool slide down my lower lip. A grin then filled my face as I started on my hands.
My goal was to hang feet up, head down, so I needed to sit on the sandbag on the top step and lift my feet into the air. I tied the last bit of the rope onto the other pair of handcuffs and secured both my wrists behind my back. I had the vibrating egg in hand by this point and I proceeded to try it out.
I was soaked so the egg slipped in rather easily. It was made of a hard plastic material but as it sat just inside me I could have sworn it disappeared. Once I hit the on button on the remote, BOOM, yep, it was in there, pressing against every sensitive spot it could find.
I followed my work to make sure I had it all set up correctly. The sandbag, still on the top step of my ladder, had the rope tied onto it on the one end. The rope looped up and over the chin-up bar overhead and came back down in front of me, also on the step ladder. My feet were handcuffed and my hands were handcuffed and both were secured by the rope. The vibrating egg was inserted into my pussy and humming away soundly. If I chose to sit here, on the sandbag, for a couple of moments longer, I would most certainly feel myself orgasm.
Just as I was thinking this, the unthinkable occurred. Baxter, who was scratching at something (probably a bug), leapt 3 feet into the air and bolted for the entry door to the house. The sound and the movement startled me and as a result caused me to shift my weight on the ladder. The sandbag moved with me and as we shifted, the ladder toppled and slid sideways.
I felt the rope jerk and my ankles were thrust into the air and my body started to swing on the rope. The sandbag slammed onto the garage floor and then sat motionless. The remote to the vibrating egg slipped out of my hands and fell toward the floor. The vibrating egg itself hummed away inside me and I clenched my eyes and felt myself convulse with an orgasm.
‘Oh. My. God.’ It was incredible. Despite the biting pain in my ankles and the blood rushing to my head, I was naked, vulnerable, sweating and cumming all at the same time.
Then the thought struck me…I had not planned for the sandbag to fall. I was stuck in this position with no way down. The handcuff keys were in my pants pocket in the corner, the ladder had slid almost to the far wall and…
‘Oh. My. Fucking. God.’ I was cumming again. My ass flexed and my heart pounded as another powerful orgasm erupted inside me. This time I was unable to bite back my sighs and let out a low moan as I shook on the rope.
As I snapped back to reality I realized my ankles were really starting to hurt, but not in an unbearable way. Whatever fuzzy material that was around the cuffs sure worked well to stop it digging into me, or breaking my ankles when I fell off the ladder.
My body swayed still from the tumble off the ladder and I remembered the vibrating egg controller. As I craned my neck around looking at the floor, trying to see where it had …
‘Holy. Fuck. Damnit.’ Another orgasm. This one more powerful than the first two. I don’t know if it was the desperation of the moment or the movement of my body as I tried to find that fucking remote, but it caused my legs to shake and my juices to flow out of me.
I started wildly struggling against my handcuffs in an attempt to get free, but as I struggled I felt my muscles tighten again, preparing for another immense rupture.
I felt my neck slack and I looked down toward the ground. I saw the drool dripping down from the ball gag in my mouth and onto the floor. I also felt my pussy juices running down my stomach, my ass and my back. If I didn’t find that fucking remote soon…
‘Shit. Fuck. Whore.’ Another body shaking orgasm. I couldn’t take much more of this. The most I had ever come at one time (before this) was 3 times, and that was when Greg and I had come home from the bar late one night and ravaged each other.
I searched the ground a second time. My head was about 8 inches off the floor, but I was right at eye level with the top of the sandbag. That’s when I saw it. The remote! On the sandbag! What great fortune, what tremendous…
‘Ahhh! Holy. Fuck.’ A mixture of tears, saliva, sweat and cum ran down various parts of me. My muscles shook and my heart raced. I was crying from the pain of having cum so many times and a little dizzy from the rush of blood to my head.
As I sobbed, I could only think “I have to get to that remote. I have to turn it off somehow”.
I started to swing myself toward the sandbag. Just as I felt my hair brush the sandbag I felt another swell of …
‘MMMMMMMMMM….’ Was the only word/sentence/thought/sound I could come up with. My eyes rolled, my body vibrated and my juices continued to flow. I was still swinging so I continued to try for the remote.
I saw that my head would swing right over the one and only button on the remote. The only choice I had was to press my face into the bag and hope some part of it pressed the button and turned it off.
I clenched my hands, gritted my teeth against the ball gag and at the right time closed my eyes and pressed my head down onto the sandbag.
“RRRRRRMMMMMMMMM.”
“GodDamnHolyFuckingFuckSuckWhoreBitchAssSluuuuuu…..”
I had not turned it off. I had not turned it down or to a different pace.
I had turned it up. It had been on a lower setting this whole time.
Worse still…I had also knocked it on the floor. There would be no way of reaching for it now.
My teeth chattered on the gag. My legs shook. Sweat covered my body. My cum exploded out of me. I trembled, whimpered, gasped for breathe, cried and came some more. This was it.
I was going to die.
As I hung upside down, cumming uncontrollably, and realizing what my fate would be, I heard something. It sounded like a grinding sound, but it was tough to tell over the sound of the vibrating egg and the tears that filled my eyes.
The grinding sound lasted about 15 seconds and I heard a loud bang. I could hear a voice and shuffling of feet. I also noticed cooler air hit my skin and a different hue to the room than had been before.
As the voice came closer, I could pick out it was my mother. She had opened the garage door, seen me hanging naked and rushed to my side. I couldn’t form words, all I could do is cry. I cried from pain, shame, and embarrassment. I couldn’t hear anything she was telling me, but she did somehow undo the rope from the sandbag and release me to the floor.
My last conscious thought in that moment was me pulling out the vibrating egg and flicking it away from me.
As I came to, I was lying on my couch with hot wraps on my ankles and hands. I had been put into a bath-robe and my restraints had all been removed. My mother sat in the adjacent room watching TV, apparently waiting up for me to come back to consciousness.
I then spent a good 30 to 45 minutes talking to my mother. I have never been able to look at my mother in the same way again, and I doubt she will ever look at me the same either. I have never told Greg about it and I hope to god he never finds out.
And I’ll admit this….Though this was my first time using that vibrating egg, it would not be the last time I had used that vibrating egg.

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this is a now true story but not at the time it was written. things may have been different but this is what inspired the true events

True Story

The Simple Life 1: The Belt

Introduction: Hey guys. So, yes, this is a True Story, with a little embellishment. Names are changed for obvious reason. I suppose I should start with READ THE TAGS. If this is not your kind of story, don’t read it. Thank you. Other than that, I hope this to be the beginning of a small series. Although this is the story that I think most deserves publishing, I have plenty of others that should show up soon, including the second (good) half of this one. One more warning: This story has little to no sex, it is all plot and set up. The sex should be out soon. Enjoy!Maddie says she’s interested
A short, simple text, that nevertheless filled me with no small amount excitement. It was finally going to happen. I was going to get The Belt.
I suppose I should back up.
My name’s John. I’m nineteen, and a sophomore in college. What college isn’t important. I suppose I should describe myself… I’m tall, topping off at about 6’5”, and athletically fit. I’m not ripped, or a bindle of twigs like some track runners, but years of hiking and swimming have left me relatively in shape. I have brown hair, worn just long enough to look scruffy, only helped by the trim beard I wear habitually… not the disgusting, long, untamed things a lot of guys my age seem to pick up, but enough to age my face a little bit.
This story would take a long time to fully explain, and there’s a good chance I’ll get another story out of it at some point, so let me summarize. My junior year of high school, I started dating this attractive, younger punk girl, named Rowan. She was hot – way out of my league, in my opinion at least, but I got it anyways. She was tall for a girl, maybe a hair over 5 and half feet, with long brown hair dyed black at the tips. She had decent tits and a gorgeous ass, but what really drew me to her was her eyes. She had some exotic blood in her family somewhere, giving her big, gorgeous eyes.
We dated for about half a year, during which time we both lost basically ever virginity possible. We even agreed to have a threesome, but never found another girl willing. It was an entertaining time, but eventually, I broke it off. I had decided that the two year age difference between us was just too much difference in maturity. A decision not at all influenced by interest in another girl. Nope.
So fast forward just over a year. I went off to a local college, and lived on campus, leading to a very interesting series of events I’m not going to elaborate on. After my second semester, I moved back home, and took advantage of some time off to go visit an old favorite teacher at my high school. While there, I happened to walk by my old flame… with some scrawny skater guy sucking her face off. Promptly ignoring that, I did notice her hair – she had cut it much shorter, just slightly longer than a guy cut, just long enough for her to still be able to hide parts of her face behind her bangs. The black tips were gone, replaced by lighter highlights. But otherwise, she looked the same, if not hotter. Maturing had agreed with her. We made brief eye contact, and I kept walking.
Later that night, I got a text.Nice beard
I smiled, immediately recognizing who it was.Nice hair
And so it began again. Over the summer, we grew closer, and before long, were right back into our wild misadventures, kinkier than ever. We never really talked about commitment, or figuring out what we were to each other – we were having too much fun!
Of course, I was always pushing for that threesome, The Belt, as certain sitcoms would refer to it. There was one girl, a friend of Rowan’s, Maddie. The two had been light heartedly flirting with each other since they both realized they were bi, but it had never gone farther than drunken incidents. And just as the two of us were getting comfortable, Maddie actually got into a committed relationship, with someone she actually didn’t want to cheat on. A shame, but I lived.
It was late September, four months after we had gotten back together, that Rowan mentioned off hand that Maddie has broken up with her boyfriend. Unsurprisingly, she had cheated on him.
Yeah. She was kind of a slut.
My reaction was obvious. “Come on pet, go for it. At least see if she’s interested!”
“I don’t know… I’m kind of pissed with how she’s been lately…”
“I don’t care!” I replied, “I just want this damn threesome, and you know she’d be willing!”
“Fine… I’ll take to her, Master.”
Oh right. I didn’t mention that did I? Rowan, in the intervening year, had picked up a fascination with domination, submission, and light bondage that I was more than willing to entertain.
Plus, I liked her calling me master.
Which brings us back to that text. Which probably makes a lot more sense now.This Saturday work? I quickly sent back.I’ll ask her. I think so.Aight. Let me make some calls. Good job pet, you’ll be rewarded.
Ooo master, can’t wait c:
I immediately grabbed the phone. My town was home to a small, ever growing, airport, so hotels weren’t really hard to find. I called up one I had found, that balanced price and quality, and quickly reserved a room. At this time of year, prices weren’t bad, and I doubted I’d have much in the way of company to worry about.
My second call was to a local sex shop. Don’t give me that look. You all know you have a local sex shop.
Since I had started with Rowan, I had gotten to know the owner of this particular store relatively well. Good guy, but I’m too lazy to come up with a good pseudonym for him. Let’s call him Tony.
“Yo Tony, it’s John. I need that kit for Saturday night.”
“The Belt Box? Sweet shit man!”
“Yeah I know. Just make sure everything’s ready to go. I’ll swing by in the afternoon.”
The Belt Box, as we had taken to calling it, was actually a product called the Menage a Trois Kit, that the store had taken to renting out, for those who couldn’t afford everything it had, but really needed one wild night. Kinda gross, but Tony showed me the thorough cleaning procedures everything went through.
I shot another text to Rowan, with the hotel name and room number. Be there by 6. Have Maddie show up by 7. See you then pet.
The reply came quick. She was obviously just as excited as me. Master are you going to have another slave for me to play with after this?
I think so pet.
The next few days flew by, until it was finally Saturday. I told a quick story to my parents, tld them I wouldn’t be coming home tonight, and slipped out the door. I popped by the shop, picked up the Belt Box from a smirking Tony, and headed to the hotel room.
A smiling, admittedly quite attractive woman, pulled up my information, verified me and gave me my key. Casually, I asked, “Is anyone else nearby this room?”
The woman tapped away at key for a few second before saying “A few business men checked out this morning, but otherwise no. You picked a good time.” She gave me a sly grin. “And why would you be asking about that?”
I smiled back. I liked this girl. “Maybe I can show you tomorrow.” With a quick wink, I was on my way.
I entered the third floor room. Plain enough. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, an old tube TV in an entertainment center against the wall. One bed rooms were cheaper, and I doubted I’d need a second anyways. A plain view of the road and nearby buildings, but that didn’t matter. I quickly closed the blinds. The bathroom was nice, if simple. A standing shower, with enough room for three people. I smiled. That was good.
As 6 approached, I went down to the lobby, and shot the woman another glance. Looking closer, I realized she was younger than I thought, under that official uniform. Probably just over twenty, saving up for school. I shot her another wink as Rowan walked in and I escorted her to the room. Never hurts.
As soon as we were in the room, Rowan was pressed against me liked a bitch in heat. “Oh Master, this room is so nice. Can we just get started now?” As she talked, her hand edged toward my pants.
I slapped her hand away, but leaned down and kissed her passionately. For all the domination talk, I still had deeper feelings for the girl. That made this next part all the more fun. “Hmm… maybe we can pet. How about you strip for Master?”
Rowan’s eyes, half hidden behind her bangs, sparkled as she quickly divested herself of clothing. Her tits, sagging only slightly, were beautiful D cups, and her ass was gorgeous as always. I kissed her harder.
“And now Master take his off?” she asked, hopeful.
“Not quite little pet. Lay down.” I gestured to the bed as I reached underneath. “For the rest of the night,” I said as she laid down, “you are to obey ever order form your Master. No resisting, no questioning. Understand?”
She gave me a look, but nodded. “Yes Master.”
“Good girl. Now, spread your legs.” She happily did, expecting something quite different, as I quickly buckled a leather band, lined with fur on the inside, onto each of her ankles. I then slipped an end of a chain into a loop on each band, and slid the chain under and around the mattress, forcing her legs to be spread open.
Rowan whimpered lightly. “but Master… I thought…”
“That Maddie would get chained up? No. From what you’ve said, she’s the more active of you two.” As I talked, I grabbed her wrists and tied them together, then to the headboard, using a thin silk strip. “No little pet, you don’t get to play with a new slave tonight,” I said as I slipped a thicker strip over her eyes, “you are the toy for the night.”
She whimpered louder. “Master please!” She started pulling at her bonds. I let her. I wanted to make sure they were tight.
“Stop Rowan.” I didn’t yell, but as an aspiring teacher and former Scout instructor, I knew how to put authority into my voice. She immediately stopped. “You agreed to this, pet, and now, you will listen. If you do, you will be rewarded.” I checked the clock. Quarter of 7. “Now, I’m going to go bring Maddie up. When I do, you are to be still and quiet. Fall asleep if you want. But she is to think, for all intents and purposes, that you are unconscious. Understand?”
Rowan nodded, shivering lightly, whether with fear or excitement, I didn’t know. Possibly both. Probably more of the latter, knowing her. “Good girl. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, I walked back down to the lobby, smiling at the girl at the counter as she checked in an older couple, probably just in on a flight. She caught my eye for a second, and I heard, across the room, as she talked to the couple. “I’m sorry, but your room has been changed to the fourth floor. I hope there isn’t any inconvenience…”
As the couple nodded in the negative, I did some quick math and realized the room she put them in was one the opposite side of the hotel from mine, and a floor away. I really liked this girl. Which made the questioning look on her face as I led yet another girl up to my room even more satisfying.
“Where’s Rowan? I thought she’d be with you.” Maddie asked as we rode the elevator to the room.
“She’s in the room already, getting ready.” I replied.
“Oh. Speaking of which, I love that you got an entire hotel room just for this I thought we’d be sneaking around in someone’s basement or something.”
“No, no, that would never do. No fun at all. I can’t do this all the time, but in this case… I thought it was fitting.” I smiled at her, and looked her over. I hadn’t seen the girl in over a year, since I had graduated, and she didn’t disappoint. She had a similar body to Rowan, but leaned even more on the punk end. Lip ring, nose ring, more earrings than I could count. He hair was shaved off on one side, giving it an odd look, made only odder by the cold, electric blue it was dyed. She didn’t have Rowan’s gorgeous eyes, but they were nonetheless sparkling with quite a bit of excitement. She was a bit thinner than Rowan, with the smaller tits and ass that went with it, but was still pretty hot. Good enough for me.
As we walked from the elevator to the room, I brought up Rowan’s odd tastes, knowing that she shared them. “Oh yeah, the whole domination thing. I got her into it a few years ago. I realized that she was a submissive right away, and we had fun, but I got tired of being in charge all the time, y’know?”
I laughed. “Not really. “ She replied with a questioning look that I promptly ignored..
As I opened the door, I quickly stepped around her, blocking her view of the room in general, and the bed specifically. “Now, if you want to go any farther, you have to be my slave. On your knees.” She didn’t move, only raising an eyebrow at me and striking a defiant pose. I sighed internally. It had been like this with Rowan at the beginning too. I had talked to her later, and it came down to wanting to feel dominated, wanting to feel the loss of control. I assumed Maddie had similar tastes.
Without flinching, I slapped her. Not that hard, but enough to get my point across. Then I pinned her against the door, one hand on her throat, my body pressed against hers, and stopped my face less than an inch from hers. Hunger flared in her eyes immediately. “I’m in charge here. Not you. Get that straight now pet.” Her eyes widened and her face shot forward, kissing me roughly, biting and sucking.
I pushed her away and gestured downwards. “Knees. Now.”
Slowly she slid down the floor to her knees. She looked up at me with a look of pure lust on her face, like I had never seen before. “I’m sorry Master. Please punish me however you see fit. Make me your bitch.”
I wide grin filled my mind, though I refused to let it reach my face. It was going to be a good night.

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