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Connie’s Male Rape Desire

Connie’s Male Rape Desire
This story based on some true events, names changed and all.
She was married. I had slowly got the hots for her. I met her thru mutual friends and something about her started drawing me to her. I to this day, can‘t really explain it. I watched her at a neighborhood gathering. She sat by herself on the couch. I sat on chair across from her. I watched he mannerisms. She was a little jumpy. She played with the locket around her neck, played with her hair, twisting it with her finger. She kept pulling her sweater down, sticking her tits out. Her foot danced up and down and she kept glancing at me quick. I started imitating her. I did everything she did. The hair, the locket movement, the pulling down the sweater and dancing foot. She noticed me doing it and soon began to smile. She got up and squatted by me smiling and whispered: (“Are you making fun of me?”)
I said: (“I sure am, your making me hot.”) She blinked in surprise and said: (“..a…what???”) I repeated my statement and looked her in the eyes and whispered: (“….besides I think your beautiful.”) She got up and sat back down, taking a big breath. She acted like she was ignoring me, but gave a quick smile at times. I stood up and said: “It’s so noisy in here, I think I’ll go sit on the front porch.” and winked at her. Within a few minutes, she came to join me on a porch swing. We sat quietly, swinging back and forth. We waited for one of us to talk. Finally I whispered: (“…Connie.)
She leaned over to my face to listen and said: (“…yes?) I said: (“..I had no business saying that to you. Your a married woman….now,…. could I have a kiss?”) She giggled and reached up and turned my face to her, checked to see if anyone was looking and whispered: (“..of course not. I’m a married woman..(kiss)…and I…(kiss)..don’t…(kiss)..do things like that.:” Then she kissed me a soft wonderful long kiss, with her tongue quickly dancing on my lips. She stood up, cleared her throat, adjusted her sweater and tapped her foot. I stood up, cleared my throat, pulled down my shirt, and took a long time adjusting my big boner.
She smiled and got in my face and whispered: (“Your making me hot doing that! You can‘t just make me hot, and just leave me!”) I said: “Now we have two hot people. It would be a shame to waste that.” She gulped, smiled and leaned her head on my chest. “Your right, it would be.”
That was the beginning.
Our attraction grew and grew
We both went to the local golf club’s social gatherings, just a gab fest with punch and some recorded music to dance to. Her husband was older, didn’t dance and just ignored her. She would casually spent time talking to me, without causing any raised eyebrows. She was beautiful to me. That shiny black hair, slim build, she didn’t wear hardly any make up because she didn’t need it, all natural beauty. She was 5’ tall and medium boobs. We lusted for each other from a far for weeks. Our eyes were a giveaway, so we had to avoid that. When she did look at me with those hungry eyes of wanting me, mine did the same for her. I got a big shots of warm feelings right in my dick, and she got a warm rush and a wet pussy, we told each other later.
Connie thought…..
(“….my god what’s happening to me. I’m so drawn to him. He’s tall, so handsome and for some reason I’d love to feel him and I naked together….
What am I thinking!!!…
I’ve always been the perfect little wife, doing all the right things. He’s wiping that out, I want him so bad. I’ve never had an affair or anything like it, but I want him to hold me and kiss me in a dark place, hidden from everyone. He wants me too. He whispered to me in the corner: (“I want you Connie.”) I felt my pussy dripping over that. I whispered back: (“We’ll have to be careful, (gasp) but I just don’t care, I want to be with you.”)
Lusting for him is exciting and ok for a while, but it’s growing more and more everyday now. I’m starting to have dreams about him. I wake up all hot with a wet pussy, dreaming we‘re having steaming sex in a far away place. I’m tearing his clothes off and are going at it like animals, fucking and yelling and cuming out of this world. I’m afraid I’ll say his name in my sleep. I better be ready to explain that if it happens.
He’s like my daddy. I wanted my hubby to be like him, but it didn’t happen. When I was young I wanted my daddy to at least try and cop a feel on me, like some of the other girl said their dad’s did. Some had sex with their dads too. My daddy would never touch me. One morning I found some of my panties in the clothes hamper with cum on them. It had to be his. It gave me tingles like I never had before. I touched the cum and smelled it. I got way more tingles right in my pussy. I touched my tongue to it and I actually orgasmed right then. I have this tremendous urge to taste Jim’s cum. I must be crazy, but it won’t go away. I’m headed for trouble but I don’t care,
I want what I want.’)
It was Saturday, and that night was a dance as usual. She had already told me, that she would be there with a brand new pure white ball gown. I got hot just hearing about it from her sexy sweet voice.
I got there early and got to see Connie walk in. I was stunned when she walked in, she was so hot looking. She was so stunning, she looked like Cinderella and Snow White all in one. Her black hair was so hot and that dress, you could feel the other women’s envy . We played it cool. Slowly she came and sat a distance from me and we talked casually for others to see. I had to act normal around her but we could feel the tension.
Her husband didn’t dance, and was busy talking to a bunch of old guys getting drunk.
The first dance, she held out her hand for a dance with me. As I took her right hand with my left, I felt the slight trembling in her hand. Her hand was damp and clammy from tension. I turned it toward me and placed our hands on my chest. We could both feel my heart pounding. I took my other hand and slipped it around her tiny waist. She placed her left hand on my right arm.
I could feel that hand trembling also and we talked softly. Her white ball gown was filled out below her waist and rubbed slightly against my dick. I could look down her dress and I could see those beautiful tits rising up in her low cut dress. She smelled wonderful. I looked at her coal black hair and sweet perfect soft face. Her lipstick was bright red over her beautiful lips. When we turned away from people I would move my hand up and down her back a little.
She was absolutely beautiful.
We smiled like…’just friends dancing’…but inside us were desires rising up and spilling over in our body’s . I loved the feel of the little tremble in her hands. I could feel her labored breathing trying to maintain the appearance of normalcy. Our conversation was just jabber, but inside us our feelings did the talking. Our minds transferred our thoughts from my body to hers, and from hers to mine. Who would break first, and say just a little something, letting the other one know how we felt. Finally I started it. I said quietly:
“Connie, I’m in lust.” She jumped slightly and cleared her throat. “What?”…she squeaked out. I repeated it. I proceeded to tell her about the girl I was in lust with. I described Connie. Her breathing increased, as she blinked as though to see if this was a dream. We didn’t look in each others eyes, but our hands started slightly squeezing each others a little. She was in shock, and was very nervous. The song ended, and we headed for our chairs. I got us cups of punch and her shaky hands took the cup.
I looked at her beautiful face and she finally looked me in the eyes. She had the cutest nervous smile. I said with a sexy smile: “Enjoying the dance?” She said quietly: “Oh yes but.…..oh god,……. don‘t look at me that way…”
After two more dances we were spent, and walked casually back down a hallway to some offices. Behind me was a door marked, ’Library’ and she reached around me and opened the door. We checked to see if anyone was looking and quickly went in. I locked the door as she watched me do it. We went to a corner with books to her back. She stood so close to me. I reached out and we had us a private dance. She smiled so cleaver and asked me: “What color dress does this girl have on your so hot for?” I said: “…You already know what color it is.”
We leaned in and kissed.
A soft tender yet exciting stolen kiss. We both blinked as my hand headed for my pocket to hold back big my erection. I smiled and said: “Now I can’t leave for a while.” She couldn’t help but feel it stabbing the front of her dress. She smiled and whispered: (“I bet my lipstick is a mess, I’ll go to the lady’s room.”)…and gave me a quick peck on the lips. She unlocked the door and checked around, no one watching as she quickly headed for the lady’s room. I looked at dull books and quickly got my erection down to manageable. She was not in sight as I mingled with the others. Finally she cam out and acted like nothing had happened. We slowly ended up in two chairs, side by side. I said: “Nice white dress Connie.” “Why thank you.” she said.
She whispered: (“…will you stick around to help with the clean up?..”) I said of course. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, she had something planned. Her husband and her had taken separate cars, because she had to come early and set things up. She whispered again: (“…Jack will be in bed by 10pm, and I have to stay late and put every thing back along with 2 other girls. I said: “I’ll stay and walk you to your car.” She gasp for breath, cleared her throat and smiled big.
Connie thought…..
( I’ve never had an affair, and I am so nervous. I have the jitters bad, but it’s also exciting….wow! I’ve had the desires for him for a long time. They wouldn’t to away, but only got stronger, and now I want to get with him and let my sexual desires run. I don’t know what I’d do if we got caught messing around, but Jack has stopped having sex with me for 3 years now, and I need it bad. That kiss made me so wet, I had to go in the lady’s room and dry off my wet pussy.
I don’t remember ever getting wet over just a kiss. He must be big, I felt his erection clear thru my puffy ball gown. Do I really turn him on that much? I must, and that means he’s going to have sex with me one way or another, no matter what. I can’t wait to get my hands on that warm erection of his, and feel his hands on my body and tits. I felt his breathing when we danced and his heart was pounding like mine. I’m so excited, but I must think straight. Oh how I wish we were in a big bed somewhere and I was making him fuck me over and over. He’s going to please me, I‘m going to attack him!. He’s got my mind and body now. Hurry people, so he can walk me to my car. We’ll sit and talk, but he’s not getting away from me tonight. We’re having sex tonight, one way or another. )
I walked her to her car. She had full sized car with a big front bench seat. We loaded stuff in the trunk as she was hyper. She turned to me and said: “Can we talk?” I said sure and we got in the car. She leaned her head back taking breaths. She looked so hot I finally said: “Connie, I…
” She scooted close to me and looked kinda crazy in my eyes. She smiled real strange and said: “ Your going to FUCK me, and fuck me good!.” Her soft lips ground against mine as our arms went around each other. My dick bent in half, it got hard so fast. We broke the kiss as her shaky voice tried to say so many things at once. “I dreamed of that kiss for so long, I….I…I’ve wanted you ….oh god…your driving me crazy….I want you right now…I can’t wait anymore…
” She pulled me down on the seat on top of her hard. She spread her legs wide so my boner was resting right on her pussy. She gasp for air and moaned with more kisses, with our tongues going crazy. I pulled her gown off her shoulders and let her beautiful tits pop out. I felt two rock hard nipples with my fingers. She moaned more, while fighting for air. She gasp out: “I’ve never had an affaire before….I’m so nervous…let me take my panties off.” I said: “I’ll do it”. I reached up her ball gown and felt her warm smooth legs and took off her panties and put them in my pocket. I said: “Now their mine, forever.”
Her fumbling fingers tried to undo my pants, so I helped her. Her hand went down and felt my boner. Her fingers trembled as she felt me. She guided it to her slit and rubbed it up and down. Her pussy was dripping wet.
Just as I was waiting for her to put my dick in her, she lifted my dick up and started scooting under me. Next think I knew she had my dick in her mouth, sucking and stroking me.
Connie thought…
(’..I’m going for it. I’m in control now! Jack would never even let me suck his little dick. He wouldn’t even lick my pussy with his old fashion ways. Just the feel of a good sized dick has got me so turned on I have to suck it, and I want to feel his cum shoot and taste it like I never got in high school. I’ll never forget that one time with my male teacher in the back room. He said he loved me.
I was giving him a blow job and he pull my head off and came on a rag, then transferred me out of his class. No man will EVER make me hot and just leave me again. If we never get together again, at least I’ll have the memory of feeling him shooting his cum in my mouth.’)
Some how she took all of my inches down her throat. She squeezed my balls as her tongue went crazy on my dick. I turned her to lick her sweet pussy. I unloaded a big load in her throat. I kept cuming and cuming. She moaned so loud we both jumped. She swallowed almost all of my cum, but kept some in her mouth to savor it. He pussy gushed juices as I licked her clit. We were both moaning and gasping for breath. I checked out the windows. Shit, the windows were all steamed up. I saw nothing or no one around. I looked down at her beautiful twitching body as she pulled me to her saying ’oh my god’, ’oh my god’, over and over. We both grabbed my dick and put it in her pussy.
The feelings started all over again. I felt those sweet legs wrap around my ass as we became one desperate fucking machine. We fucked like this might the last time and we were going to make it a classic. She had sharp fingernails and dug them in my back. She made pleasure sounds like an animal in heat. She could only take half of my dick in her shallow pussy, at first. We fucked slow as I hit bottom with each stroke. She jumped slightly with each stroke but liked it and kept it up. She put her hands on each side of my face firm and whispered in breaths: (“Your going to make me cum, and cum big!”) We savored each stoke soaking up every feeling we could. It was the longest fuck we had ever had.
Connie thought….
(“..finally a man to satisfy me. I’m so turned on I may faint and don’t care if it do…”)
The feeling rose up in both of us and our moans began loud again. Slowly we speeded up our fucking and just let our body’s have their way with us. My balls hurt and so did her pussy, but were going for the cum of all cums. We lost it mentally as she screamed when my cum filled her pussy. I almost blacked out with the pleasure. We locked our arms around us and just shook for a long time.
I woke with a slight panic. What time was it, and was there anyone around in the parking lot. I wiped a hole in the steamed up window. All clear. My dick was still in her as she moaned quietly little sounds of pleasure. I looked at my watch. 2:35 am. (“Connie”)….I whispered. (“We have to get you home. Will you get in trouble?”)
She smiled a sleepy content smile and said: “I don’t give a damn.”
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Connie said she made it home. She quietly snuck in the house, got on a night gown and crawled in bed. He husband never noticed a thing. She woke up about 10, her boys gone to school and hubby at work. Her mind immediately drifted back to last night, as she smiled a content smile.
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Connie:
Well I just had my first affair and It was a thrill I’ll never forget. I made him cum in me as I climaxed, no more leaving me hot. It all came together so exciting beyond my dreams of him. I need a lot more of him, and I’m going to have him! Oh god, I want him right now more than ever. I’ll call him. Maybe he can come over while the boys are in school. I’ll slam him down on the floor and fuck him again and again. I like that.
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I answered my cell, showing it was her. She began talking fast, all hyper and out of breath. I teased and said: “Lady you need a Dr., I’ll be right over.” She said: “Oh yes, come over now. I need another treatment of yours.” She whispered that we have until 2:30. I kissed the phone and hung up.
She opened the door and just I as got in she was on me. Kissing and out of breath, she was hyper. We sank to our knees kissing and feeling our body’s.
She started undoing my pants in a panic. She pushed me on my back and started sucking and jacking my dick.
I didn’t know she had been denied sucking a dick and tasting cum for so long. She wanted my cum and bad. It had become an obsession with her.
I felt her hair as she slowly turned so I could get her pants down and lick her pussy. She humped my face as I put my tongue deep in her pussy, then sucked her clit. She moaned and jacked me fast, desperate to get my cum in her mouth. She gave me no let up and had the head of my dick in her mouth as she jacked fast.
I began to moan with her and I shot a big load, filling her warm mouth. Her pussy gushed juices as I licked her. She yelled a muffled moan as she sucked every stream of cum and swallowed most of it down. She kept her mouth on it and sucked every drop from me. Finally she pulled off with some of my cum in her mouth, savoring it. We lay spent and wet. She whispered: (“..I’ve wanted that for so long, your so special….finally….finally I can have it, and I’m gonna want lots more…”)
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She was right, I could fuck her about anytime, in any way, but she wanted some of my cum to taste in the end. She took control of her new sexual freedom, now she put her husband on ignore. I rented the room over her garage, and now our fun began. We showered together, fucked ourselves about anytime we wanted. She wore hot clothes for me and danced on my lap.
I would wake up to the sweet smell of her pussy in my face as she gently sucked my dick. We found new ways we liked to fuck and I loved to hear her moan as she climaxed. We played sex games. I would chase her around the house naked, making her squeal with delight when I caught her. I would fuck her on the spot, kitchen, living room, garage or anywhere in the house.
We fucked in the grocery store parking lot in her blacked out windowed SUV. On a country road, or at the police station parking lot.
One afternoon she had pushed me down on my living room floor and got on top of me. She pulled my pants down and stick my boner in her pussy. I smiled and said to her:
“You’re an animal, you’ve raped me about 50 times now.” She said: “Yes!…and I like it!, so shut up and fuck!”
‘A satisfied woman….. is a beautiful woman.’

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From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 11

A great night of mindblowing sex turns south when Nick receives strange text messages. Lizzy takes a stand for being single and Danny’s mood sours. Nick experiences temptation at Mari’s party. Will he be able to remain strong and commit to Stacy?

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The Moms Club Revisited #3

The Moms Club Revisited #3
This will probably be the last chapter unless you all think it should continue, please let me hear your comments as to another chapter.
Jen just wasn’t sure she heard right, the part about condoms being worn but the other guys who would be fucking her were one thing. The part about making a baby with Zack was something else entirely.
Well its Sunday Zack will leaving soon and John should be home around 1. Zack was in the den watching porn, as she entered he looked at her with lust in his eyes.
“Jen if I had anything left in my balls I’d give it too you but I’m dry”. “Well sweetie I can see I’ve done my job, your nut sack is empty for today anyway”. They both laughed as she sat down next to him.
The back door opened, John came in and called “Mom I’m home”. He walked in the den, “Hi Zack how’s it hanging”? “Its hanging but your mom made sure the sack was empty”. “Well that’s good mine is full to the brim”. Jen stood up kissed Zack with an open mouth, “Zack honey let your self out, a mothers work is never done”. She wiggled out of her shorts revealing a pair of red thong panties”. “My baby needs a mother’s attention”. Taking Johns hand they walked upstairs.
In her bedroom she turned to face her son, he took hold of the bottom of the t shirt and pulled it over her head. Her red bra was off in a few seconds, he started sucking her nipple while twisting the other one. She was moaning with delight, they lay down on the bed and he pulled her panties off. John climbed between her legs and she felt the head of his cock pushing at the entrance of her pussy. As it slipped in she gave a moan, “Deeper baby I’d like it deeper in me”. John wasted no time pushing in until there pubic mounds were together. He was pumping hard; her hips were rising up to meet every downward push. “John baby fuck me harder shoot a big load in my pussy”. He kept pumping, she felt the wave of passion sweeping over her as she grunted “Fuck me, fuck me, and shoot that load baby”.
John pushed all the way down, held his cock there for a moment “Ugh I’m cumming mom, cum ejected from his cock into her milking pussy, spurt after spurt for four or five times before it ended.
They lay there catching there breath. “Mom that was great”. “The pleasure was all mine honey”.
They heard Zack, “Hay John from now on you should use a condom as Jen and I are working on a baby”. “Listen Zack, I’m not using a condom so one of us will be the daddy and we’ll have to wait to see who it looks like before we make a decision”.
Jen just laid there stunned by the conversation she was hearing. Zack waved good by and left. They were still in bed, “Mom can I have a blow job”? “You certainly can then we should talk”. “OK while I eat”.
Jen took his cock and swirled her tongue around the head it was fat and gorged with blood. She started bobbing up and down on it for what seemed like five minutes when she felt the familiar twitch, cum flooded her mouth, using her hand she massaged his cock so every drop was out. Looking him in the face she swallowed the entire load. “Good too the last drop”. They both started laughing.
Once they were in the kitchen with a sandwich in front of John she sat down, “John this thing with Zack about babies, I don’t get it”. “Mom there are three of you in the group”. “We have discussed this among us and basically we all feel if one of you gets pregnant it will be great”. “Really, great what do I tell your father”?
“Tell him it’s his”. Jen sat there in disbelief. “Honey we don’t have sex that often any more”. “Mom listen, the two other moms were very concerned just like you”. “We decided if they weren’t going along with the plan we would stop fucking them”. “Did you stop”? “Yes for about a month”. “How did that work out”?
John explained the boys had gotten together and stopped fucking Taylor Rimes Zack’s mom. It took her about 35 days to call John and tell him to come over with Armen she had changed her mind.
“For the last month or so we alternated between Taylor and Lynette Cutler a boy named Bobs mom”. “I assume it is working well for you guys”? “To tell the truth no now that you are with us it will be better”. “Why is that”? “There are six of us with three moms we can have fuck parties, where each mom get two guys for an evening.
The thought of two other moms agreeing seemed strange. The thought of loosing Zack’s cock was very unsettling, as with him her orgasms were fucken great. She wasn’t going to just tell them no way at this point.
“John so now what”? “Dad will be home in a couple of hours so we’ll see if we can get together for the weekend, I’ll let you know”. “Mom they did video you Saturday right”? “Yes dear Armen is the first guy to have my ass”. “Wow he did your ass”? “He did my ass while Zack fucked my pussy”. “It was great, believe me”. “Well I’m going to watch it and you are our first DP mom”. “What’s that”? “Double penetration”.
John left the table and she sat there thinking I must be crazy; this could ruin my marriage and send me to jail. Perhaps even get knocked up in the bargain. They had video of me fucking both guys at the same time, oh god what have I done.
Her thoughts were cut short as the door opened and in walked Donald. They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the flight and how the airlines continued to make demands of there people which seemed harsh but were necessary to keep the company profitable. The three of them had dinner; Jen straightened the kitchen while Donald gets in his favorite chair and started to dose off.
She headed for Johns room, opening the door she heard herself moaning, walking over to the computer she saw Zack fucking her and she came with a lot of noise.
“Looks like you are really enjoying Zack’s cock”. “That’s an understatement I love the way it feels inside me”. When he shoots cum in me it put me over the edge, as you saw”.
“The reason I came up was dad’s taking the Chicago to Rome Flight Friday night. “The airline has a new policy so he has to layover in Rome for two days”. “Instead of coming home he gets to go to Sidney, where he has another two day layover” “Mom get to the point, please”. “He’ll be gone for fourteen days, two complete weekends”. “This is great I’ll make some call and let you know what’s up.
The rest of the evening went by quietly and for three days there was nothing but John on the phone for hours at a time. Jen went through her normal routine while all the while thinking about Zack’s cock. My god she thought I can’t stop thinking about cock, I’m loosing my mind.
Thursday afternoon John arrived home from school with Zack. They walked in, Zack gave her a big smile, and she smiled back. “You guys hungry”? John response was “We sure are”. Zack looked around to see where Donald was, realizing they were alone he grabbed her tit and squeezed. “Um that feels good baby” They moved away as they heard footsteps and Donald walked in. The boys said hello and headed for Johns room.
“They seem quiet this afternoon”, said Donald. “I think new girl thing”. Continuing to go about her daily activities the squeeze had only heighten her awareness of the need for his cock. Zack stayed for dinner, immediately after they headed beck to John’s room. Donald went to his chair while Jen sat reading a Victoria’s catalog. Her thoughts were what outfit he will pick for me to wear this weekend.
An hour passed and snoring was coming from the den; she headed upstairs, open the door to John’s room and slipped inside. Zack was on his phone so she whispered, “What’s going on”? “I think we’ve put together a fuck party for the weekend”. “Wow you guys work fast”. Zack looked at her”We only work fast at some things”. “Glad to hear that”.
They outlined the plan to her in detail.
Friday afternoon Taylor would be over at about 2:30. Her husband thought she was going to a banker’s conference so she wouldn’t be home till Sunday afternoon as it was in Cleveland. Then by 4 Lynette as she was separated so she just had to wrap up a few loose ends would be over. They would be there a couple of hours to get acquainted until the guys showed up at 7. They would each have three outfits as per what the guys wanted and since each day they were with two new guys they all had different tastes in sexy so that’s the plan.
Friday afternoon at 2:45 a red headed women knocked at the door Jen opened it, “Hi I’m Taylor”, “Hi I’m Jen, come in”. Taylor was about the same age as Jen, but she had large breasts, long red hair and a great smile. They went into the kitchen. Only twenty minutes had passed until another knock on the door. Upon opening it there stood a woman a couple of years younger then her, small perky breasts, shoulder length hair. “I’m Lynette”, “Jen, nice to meet you.
All three women were seated at the kitchen table with vodka and cranberry drinks. “Well girls this should be exciting don’t you think”? “Frankly I’d prefer to just have Zack all weekend but it is what it is” replied Jen. “I wish John would fuck me senseless all week end without the others guys but”. “It’s almost six I guess we should get dressed”? “Mind as well” replied Taylor. Thirty minutes later they all looked at each other. Lynette giggled “We look like we work in a cat house”. Jen s reply was priceless “For this weekend we do”. They heard the front door and the guys were coming in, so they headed down stairs to meet them.
They entered the den and immediately were met with cheers; Taylor spoke up “I assume you guys like the look, right”? “It only took another minute to understand how this would work. Zack and Tyrell a large black guy took Jen by the hand, “Lets go to your room”, “I’d love to sweetie”. John and Owen a Latino took Taylor’s hand “Want to go to my room”? “It’s my pleasure babe”. Armen and Bob smiled at Lynette “We get the guest room off the den.
No sooner had the bedroom door closed and Zack had her tight boy shorts down while Tyrell unhook her bra and started sucking her nipples. It didn’t take long before her pussy was moist and her nipples were standing straight out. Zack laid her on the bed got between her legs and started rubbing his cock head on her moist pussy lips, a slight pressure and he was in. He was going deep and she loved it. Tyrell got on her chest, she opened her mouth and a very nice size cock was feed to her. Zack was balls deep and had acquired a good rhythm. She moaned as the fire between her legs was spreading, the large cock in her mouth started twitching, the first spurt of cum went straight down her throat, he pulled back a little and the next four spurts were enormous, she swallowed twice to get it all down. As he rolled off she was out of control with passion, fuck me honey shoot the baby stuff in my hot pussy”. He gripped her hips cum was flowing from his cock as she had a violent orgasm. It took a few minutes for there breathing to return to normal. “How as that Jen”? “Just wonderful sweetie”, “No it was fucken terrific that’s what it was”.
Tyrell moved between her legs with a broad smile, she looked up “OK big boy you get sloppy seconds but my pussy will milk every drop out for you”. Tyrell pushed into her pussy which was very sloppy so it fit in easily. He was bigger then Zack and was balls deep in nothing flat. “She moaned with delight as he started pumping her pussy. She moved her hips up to meet every down stroke he gave her. She came again while he just kept up the pumping motion. Pulling him down to her she told him “shoot that black cum deep in me baby”. Upon hearing that he pulled her hips close and let go with a volume flow of hot cum into her pussy. She moaned and had another orgasm. They finally fell asleep around 11, she laid there between them smiling to her self I’m going to have trouble walking tomorrow.
The next morning both guys were given a good morning blow job and in nothing but cum stained panties she went to the kitchen to start coffee. Within ten minutes both other women were with her in the same attire, just cum stained panties. “Well ladies” asked Jen “How are our pussies this morning”? “Mine feel wonderful” was Taylor’s reply “But walking may be a problem”. “That seems to be my problem too” said Lynette. They all giggled with the look of well fucked women. “Do we know who gets who tonight”? A unified no was there response.
The guys came to the kitchen and one by one left saying see you tonight. “Ladies I don’t know about you but I need to brush my teeth and shower” Ditto to that was the response from both of them. They lay around the house all afternoon until around six thirty “Lets get ready girls”
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They changed into the second different outfit they had been given. They heard the guys come in they once again headed for the den dressed like sluts.
Armen and Bob took Jen and led her to her room, the door closed, she felt her bra being unhooked, it fell to the floor and Bob was sucking her tits. Armen pulled her panties down and started rubbing her clit. She was moist rather quickly in anticipation of these two new guys. Bob lay down and she got on his cock and pushed it in her as deep as he could go. They were building a rhythm when she felt the head of Armen’s cock at her ass, a slight pressure and in he went. “Ugh she grunted as he pushed deep into he bowels, the three got a rhythm going and she knew the fire between her legs was out of control again. It didn’t take long with both cocks touching each other separated only by a membrane she cried very loudly “I’m cumming guys”. Both cock were pushed deep and cum was flowing out of both at the same time, she almost lost consciousness, all three laid there until there breathing returned to normal.
They didn’t get to sleep until well after midnight. She lay there thinking I feel wonderful.
The next morning in the kitchen they sat around laughing. “Girls this sex is better then anything I’ve ever experienced, what about you two”? Both Lynette and Jen agreed but all three were joking about walking funny for a week.
The guys seemed to get into the kitchen about the same time. They were all discussing the weekend and how it was too bad it was almost over.
Frank and Owen looked at Jen with a sly smile. She knew what they were thinking when at that minute Owen spoke. “Jen we’d like some of that fine pussy before we leave, how about it”? “Well I thought you’d never ask, sure”. As they left the kitchen Jen realized they were all getting a goodbye fuck. In her bedroom she watched as the boys pulled there short down. Frank had an average looking cock but Owens seemed fatter then usual. She wiggled out of panties, got on the bed and started rubbing both cocks which were now hard. Owen rolled over between her legs and she felt him rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips which were getting moist, a slight pressure and in his cock went. Wow this certainly feels different it’s fatter then Zack’s she thought as he pushed deep. He was working a slow deep rhythm and she was pushing her hips up to meet every downward thrust. This cock feels great as he went still deeper. She was moaning, grunting and just having a wonderful time as the burning between her legs built until she gushed, pussy juice started flowing she felt him push his cock deep hold it there for and then cum was flowing into her pussy canal. “Fuck me hard baby”, was all she could mutter as her pussy milked the cock dry.
Owen rolled off and Frank mounted her, “Baby I’m very sloppy but I’ll do my best to let my pussy milk you dry”. “I know you will Jen”. He was pumping her hard and there pubic mounds ground against each other for ten minutes until she burst forth with a wave of passion. Frank kept pumping for a few more minutes, then she felt him stiffen and cum oozed out, again her pussy milked every drop out. They laid there for about half an hour before they got up and headed for the bathroom.
Back in the kitchen the three women sat chatting while they oozed cum. Taylor giggled “I’m leaking like a faucet I hope it stops before I get home”. Jen laughed “I hope my husband doesn’t realize I’m walking funny”. They all laughed. Taylor stood up “Jen I’ve got to take a shower and get ready to leave”, “But lets get together this week for lunch or something”? “You’ve got a deal; we have to stay in touch”.
By three o’clock Jen and John were alone, she had showered and changed into fresh panties and had her robe on. She went in his room where he was on his bed half asleep.
“Honey anything left in your nut sack you need mom to get out”? “God no mom, I’m dry”. She stood up to leave, “Mom the guys think we should get together real soon”. “Well the girls think so too, we just need a little time to be able to walk straight, OK”? With a big smile he cooed back “Ok”.

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Carol’s Craving

Carol’s Craving
By Charm Brights
(c) 2001 Charmbrights. All rights reserved.
The author has asserted the moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Carol and Jeremy
Coming away from the ante-natal clinic after a check-up four weeks before her second baby was due, Carol looked down, a little wistfully, as she eased her bulk into the car.
‘Will I ever see my feet again?’ she wondered.
‘Nonsense,’ she chided herself, ‘A month from now I will have my baby to feed and most of my figure back.’
She remembered the joy of feeding her first baby and her surprise when the milk flow almost gave her an orgasm only hours after he had been born, three years earlier. As she sat behind the wheel the change of position pressed the weight of her unborn child against her clitoris, and a twinge of desire coursed through her body. Once again she regretted that Jeremy, her husband, was too thoughtful and too careful. When she had had a craving for yoghurt and carrot sandwiches a few weeks earlier he had been happy to oblige, but now she craved sex he was much too solicitous of the welfare of both the baby and her. He had read somewhere that sex in the last few weeks of pregnancy was risky, so he would not even let her suck him when what she craved was a good fucking.
As she started the car, the engine stuttered a little, but she took no notice, absorbed as she was with thoughts of sex. She caught herself eyeing every man she saw and imagining him naked and with an impossibly huge prick which was in her mouth, cunt or arse. Sometimes there were two or three men at once.
Why she should have these fantasies she could not fathom. She had had a full and happy sex life until now, and had been faithful to Jeremy ever since she first met him. Their sex was conventional, to say the least; ninety percent of the time they were content with conventional fucking, missionary or doggy, and most of the rest was fellatio. Only occasionally did Jeremy want her arse, and she always let him have it, provided he oiled her and his prick well first. It didn’t hurt, although she never found it the sort of turn-on that doggy style in her cunt, with a hand on her clitoris, was.
Car Trouble
As she drove along the stuttering in the engine became more pronounced, with it cutting in and out unpredictably for a few seconds every now and again. She cursed silently and resolved to take the short cut, through the back streets of a run-down inner city area which would save her ten minutes on the drive.
Then it happened.
On a quiet street, lined with houses in varying states of disrepair, the engine cut out completely and would not restart!
She released the bonnet catch, got out of the car, opened the bonnet and stared at the engine. As she did so, she wondered why she bothered; she didn’t understand the first thing about internal combustion engines, but it seemed the right thing to do. Just then she became aware of someone else beside her on the pavement.
“What seems to be the trouble, lady?” a voice asked.
Turning, she saw an elderly white-haired negro looking at her quizzically. He seemed harmless and, indeed, avuncular.
“Do you know anything about cars?” she asked, “Mine has stopped. It was … I don’t know …sort of burping as I came along.”
“Sounds like fuel trouble to me,” said the old man, “Me and my sons run a garage about half a mile away. If you like we can tow you down there and fix it for you.”
“Would you?” she asked, instinctively know that this old man could be trusted, and at the same time somehow hoping that he would hug her like a father and make it all better.
He waved across the road to a car with two younger black men in it and one of them pulled across and parked just in front of her car.
“What is it, dad?” he asked.
Carol noticed the likeness at once; this was a father and his two sons, who were about her age.
“Fuel blockage, most likely. One of you steer the lady’s car and we’ll tow it down to the garage for her.”
The second son got out of their car and tied a tow-rope on to both cars, then he got into the driving seat of hers.
“You get in here,” the old man invited, opening the back door of their car for her.
After she was comfortably ensconced, he nipped round to the other side and slipped into the seat beside her.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” she said, near to tears in her hormonally mixed-up state.
“Just don’t you worry, lady. Me and Bill and Ben will have it fixed in a jiffy,” he answered.
She felt a wave of trust and gratitude flow over her, and laid her head on his shoulder with the occasional tear spilling down her cheeks.
“No need to worry,” he said, quietly.
It seemed to her the most natural thing in the world as his left arm came round her shoulder and held her to him in a comforting way. As his fingers slipped under her arm and on to the side of her left breast, she felt a quick flush of desire and rested her right hand on his thigh.
Encouraged by this, his fingers began to caress the side curves of her breast and she automatically burrowed deeper into his shoulder, allowing his hand to reach on to the undercurves of her swollen tit and round to the nipple. The same movement lifted her hand on to the bulge in his trousers and she felt a comforting and desirable twitch from beneath the cloth. Just then they arrived at the garage and she let out a sigh of regret as the finger contacts at his groin and her nipple were broken.
“You come in the house and have a cup of tea while the boys look at the car,” the old man suggested.
Carol glanced over at the two boys, who were already under the bonnet checking the engine. She could not help another twinge of desire as she saw two well-padded arses sticking in the air.
Moving into the house, they were greeted by a young black woman about her own age who said, “Hello, I’m Chrystal, Ben’s wife. What’s happened?”
“Her car broke down,” explained the old man, “and the boys are looking at it.”
Turning to Carol, he said, “You sit down and Chrystal will bring us some tea.”
Sitting where he gestured, on the settee, Carol was unsurprised when he sat next to her and put his arm round her shoulders. The other hand started gently to unbutton her blouse, but she stayed his hand with a gesture.
“What about Chrystal?” she whispered.
“I’ll send her out to the boys,” he said, “that is, unless you want them to join us?”
“Mmmm,” she murmured and nodded her head slightly, suddenly feeling a twinge of desire at the thought.
Just then, one of the boys came in and said, “Got it. The choke rod arm has snapped and the butterfly valve is flapping loose.”
“Oh dear,” said Carol, touching his arm caressingly “Is that serious?”
“Yes and no and yes,” answered the boy, looking down at her hand and causing her to blush deep red.
“Yes, you need a new one. No, they only cost pennies. Yes, we haven’t got one,” he explained, “Somebody will have to go across town to the main dealer’s to get one. It will take about an hour.”
The old man made a quick decision.
“Send Chrystal,” he ordered.
“Why?” asked Ben.
“Just do it,” came the stern reply.
Spare Part
So it was, to Chrystal’s complete mystification, that she was sent off and the four of them started on their cups of tea.
“What do you want, lady?” the old man asked, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off.
Seeing this, Bill choked on his tea.
Blushing again to the roots of her hair, Carol whispered, “All of you, everywhere.”
He drew her to her feet.
“Say it,” came the order as her skirt was unfastened and laid carefully on the side.
“I want all of you in my cunt, in my mouth, and in my arse,” said Carol, becoming bolder and more wanton by the second as her hormones took over from her upbringing.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, allowing her swollen blue-white breasts with their purple veins to swing freely. The three men admired the distended areolæ with the nipples which were engorging visibly as her desire rose.
Stepping back, Carol said, “Please be careful with them. They are super-sensitive and need to be touched only very lightly. Is there a bed we can use?”
She was led up the stairs and into the master bedroom where a king-size bed was the centrepiece. She resisted a gentle encouragement to lie down on it.
“Take my knickers off first, please,” she said, revelling in her wantonness and enthralled by being able to let herself go like this.
She had never behaved like this with Jeremy, nor with the boyfriends before him, although two of them had made love to her. Then she blushed again as the thought came unbidden that today, in the next hour, she would double the number of men who had been inside her … and she wanted to do so … she had instigated it.
Bill and Ben stationed themselves either side of her and gently started to slide the knickers down from her distended belly. Meanwhile, the old man knelt in front of her and gently kissed the curls of her pubes as they appeared. Because she was so pregnant, they seemed thin and wispy, and he found it difficult to angle his head to kiss her labia as they appeared.
“It’ll be easier on the bed,” she said, “I’ll sit on the one in my cunt and someone can stand behind me and take my arse while the third lies across my legs on the bed and I suck him off.”
One of the boys lay on the bed at one side and the old man lay beside him. Carol lowered herself on to the son’s prick and leant forwards to suck the old man’s cock. The other son lubricated her rosebud with some Vaseline and gently pushed his engorged cock home in her bowels. It wasn’t that easy, but they managed it. Her belly kept getting in the way and the bounce it gave tended to cause the arse fucker to fall out. However, they made it and when it was all going swimmingly Carol paused in her sucking for a moment.
“All of you cum in me, please. I want to be treble filled,” she begged and returned to enthusiastic joggling and sucking.
‘The nicest thing about being pregnant,’ she thought to herself as a prick moved easily in her welcoming, but rather wide, vagina, ‘is that the cunt fucker doesn’t have to mess about with condoms.’
Chrystal Returns
They were still hard at it, or at least the boys were still hard, even after two orgasms each, truth to tell the old man hadn’t managed a second and was distinctly drooping, when the trio heard Chrystal return down stairs. She went into the sitting-room and then flew upstairs.
“What are you doing with my men?” she demanded, brandishing Carol’s discarded bra.
Carol spotted her mistake at once and answered, “Your ‘MEN’? You have all three as well do you?”
“Not all at once,” yelled the indignant Chrystal, and then stopped with one hand over her mouth.
“Well you can finish them off together,” said a triumphant Carol, “I think there’s a bit left in each of them.”
Scooping up her knickers, she went to the bathroom and showered the cum and sweat off her body. Her ardour cooled a little as well and she slipped her knickers on, wondering what had come over her, and smiling a little as she thought that at least she knew what had cum over her. Going quietly downstairs she put her bra back on and was just putting her skirt on when the old man came in to the room. All desire satiated, Carol blushed deeply at the memory of what they had done together and hastened to put her blouse on.
“I’ll fix your car. You can go in five minutes, at most,” he said, “Please don’t be angry. We thought you wanted it, and you said you did.”
“I did, but … it’s awkward now I have calmed down. It was wonderful while it was happening but …” her voice tailed off.
“I’ll fix the car. Don’t worry; nobody need know, and Chrystal has calmed down now the boys are both fucking her at once. She has been having them both since she first met them, but she thought neither of them knew about the other. Of course, they did.”
Ten minutes later, Chrystal waved as Carol drove away, already regaining her composure and relegating the experience to the status of a dream.
Truth and Consequences
Jeremy was obviously worried when she arrived home so late.
“What happened? I was scared the baby had started early,” he asked breathlessly, rushing out of the front door to meet her.
“The car broke down and I had it mended,” she replied, “Nothing to worry about.”
“What was the trouble?” he asked.
“It kept burping and then stopped,” she said.
“Did it cost much to repair?” he wanted to know.
“They didn’t charge me, because it was only a tiny problem. All the time was getting a part from the main agent in town,” she replied.
***
In bed, later the evening, Jeremy asked, “Did they say what was wrong?”
“Something about a rod choke arm and a butterfly, and they had to send out for another one,” she answered vaguely.
“Choke rod arm connecting the butterfly valve,” he corrected, “yes, that would cost only a few pence. What on earth did you do while they fixed it?”
“Oh, I had a gang bang with the black man that ran the garage and his two sons,” she answered lightly, “It was lovely.”
“Oh shut up and go to sleep,” said Jeremy, not believing a word of the literal truth.
Carol lay there in the dark remembering her adventure and feeling her baby kick inside her; she relived in her mind the gorgeous feeling of being naughty as three men working together brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Wondering, in her semi-dreaming state, if having a father and two sons all at once was incest, she quietly drifted off to sleep with a slight smile on her lips …

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Ex Step Daughter Cums For Her Mom’s Stuff

It was hard kicking Sylvia out. We hadn’t lived together for very long and then again we simply did not have the chemistry to date, let alone live together. We’d never clicked as a couple. So the hard part was not to come to the conclusion that ‘hey – I got to get rid of this bitch.” The hard part for a loser like me is to work up the courage to do it. When I did, she went back to stay with the older of her two daughters, Bridget.
Around the time we met she was also staying at her daughter’s house. We met at a nearby pub, and I could hardly wait to get my dick in her pussy and blow a good couple day’s worth of cum all over her ass and on the pink thong she wore.
If a woman is wearing a thong and it is nice and stretchy I prefer sliding it to the side when I fuck her. It no doubt made Sylvia, a mature lady of forty-some odd years feel like a slutty nineteen year old. At the pub, and only very briefly at my house, she wore spandex leggings and a blouse that luckily didn’t even cover her plump booty looking incredibly luscious in those fuck-me leggings. Her stilettos made her ass pop out. Luckily there were few men at the bar and since this all took place in a suburban area in Florida, few fellas not covered by medicare or unemployment, so I got a shot at fucking her, which obviously is what she wanted. But as much as I got lucky that night, my bad luck would soon return with a vengeance. I got stuck with her and had to kick her out. Our relationship started out hot and steamy and ended on a sour note.
At least I had tried to be polite about asking her to kindly move out. At first she insisted on giving it another shot. Being polite failed and in the end I asked her daughter Bridget, to get her mom out of my house. This rather desperate strategy worked only too well, and now Sylvia would not talk to me. I wasn’t complaining but at the same time, I did care about the bitch and felt bad that I had upset her.
She hadn’t brought any furniture or much of anything except clothes and beauty products to my house, but because she left in a hurry, she had forgotten about some of her clothes. It could stay there for all I cared. I still had her pink thong, which I took it out some times to jerk off in it, and on it.
A couple weeks after Sylvia moved the doorbell rang and I was hugging her younger daughter Gracie. She looked good as always. She wore a jean skirt and a loose fitting top. Nothing too revealing. This curvy brunette with a sweet disposition and mischievous eyes, asked how I was doing and I said ‘fine.’
My mom wants me to get the her stuff, she said. She misses you!
Thanks for saying that but I doubt it, I said.
You doubt what? she said.
I doubt the part about missing me. I have no doubt about her wanting her shit back.
Actually, she doesn’t want it back. The clothes she left, she didn’t want. But she said I could have them if I picked them up myself. Is that okay by you?
Yeah sure thing! They’re still in my bedroom.
Could you show me where they are please, she said.
Okay, I said and walked ahead to my bedroom. It’s a nice and big room with a king size bed in it. I opened the walk-in closet where most of her stuff was hanging. She took out a couple of dresses.
Can I try these on? she asked.
Of course The bathroom is right over there, I said, pointing in the direction of the adjoining bathroom. She left me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to stay or not, but I stayed. And I was glad I did because she finally came out wearing a little black dress. It was short and tight around the booty and tits. She turned around and asked me to zip her up. Since I felt my cock chub up, and start to squirm a bit, I quickly zipped the dress up. She turned to face me.
Is this too revealing? she asked, giving me cause to look at her cleavage. Her boobs were the size of her mother’s, around a 32d.
No, if anything it’s not revealing enough, I joked.
Oh please. Seriously though, is it a keeper?
Yes, I think so. You look great! You look better in it than your mom, I said. I don’t think she’d even fit into it.
Oh be nice, she said.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she seemed to take no notice of me gawking at her luscious butt. Again I felt my cock swell up in my briefs. I wished it would stop, but then again, I wasn’t going to stop looking at my ex’s youngest daughter, Gracie, modeling the little black dress. Finally, she went back in the bathroom so I could adjust my boner. I couldn’t believe my urges. I mean, am I that much of a freak?
Next she came out wearing a strapless sundress. The material was very thin and was draped around her young body with as much sexiness as I could take.
You look gorgeous Gracie, I told her.
She looked in the mirror while I approached her from behind and proceeded to gently rub her shoulders and neck. I had given her a back rub before which is how I knew she wouldn’t freak out. In fact, neither one of us said anything for the minute this was happening. She did not object, but I did not want to come off as a creep so I stopped touching her. She had more clothes to try on. A couple pairs of pants she didn’t want, a coat and a halter top she decided to keep. Some of the clothes she decided not to take without trying them on, because they were not her style. The last item she took out of the closet was a halloween outfit I didn’t realize she’d left behind. Gracie looked at it, looked at me with a grin, and slipped into the bathroom. She came out wearing the sexy gladiator queen outfit her mother had worn last halloween. The rubber skirt for it was really short, barely covering her ass.
Wow! I said.
Do you like it? she asked.
Oh I like! You look hot, sweetie.
Did my mom really go out in this?
She wore it at a halloween party.
She’s such a slut, she said.
That’s for damn sure! At the party she was shaking her ass like a cheap stripper.
Oh yeah? But I bet you liked it!
I did. I’ll miss that ass! I said.
You’re gonna miss mommy’s ass? What do you think about mine? she asked and turned around to shake her ass within spanking distance. I couldn’t help myself and I spanked her firmly on her ass. It made my cock jump and get fully erect. She had a surprised look on her face and immediately stopped gyrating her hips which did nothing to stop me from pressing my crotch against her ass and place one hand on her tummy and another on her arm.
I whispered in her ear: I think your ass is even hotter than your mommy’s!
She looked surprised at my directness. She must not have thought I had it in me since I usually had done my best to behave like a gentleman around Sylvia’s daughters. Now, all bets were off. My dick was rock hard and I had a scantily clad 22-year old twerking right in front of me in my bedroom. At least I was going to try!
She wiggled loose from my advances and asked for a bag to put the clothes in. All Sylvia’s clothes were lying in two piles on the bed. I wanted to throw her on the bed too, but I went to get her the bag instead.
I was happy to see she was still wearing the costume when I returned.
A garbage bag? Really? she said.
I’m sorry if that’s not good enough for you, princess…
It’s fine, she said. Is there any more clothes?
At first I said no. Then I remembered the undergarments and lingerie in one og the dresser drawers.
No, wait a second, I said. There is more in the top drawer of the dresser.
She opened the drawer and looked at some worn out cotton panties and boy shorts which she tossed aside. Then she came across the shiny black leggings her mom wore the first time I met her. I had peeled them off her the first time I fucked her. She grabbed the leggings and a tube top and went back into the bathroom, only this time she left the door cracked. I saw her slipping out of the costume, standing totally naked. A couple minutes later she came out wearing the tight leggings and tube top. Again, I told her she looked stunning.
Thank you, she said, and went to look in the drawer. To my horror she found the pink thong. She looked at it and felt it and finally smelled it. I thought
These are nice but why are they so sticky?
I’m sorry, I said. I’ll take them and wash them.
As I reached to snatch them away from her she held them behind her back.
I want them, she said. But I just want to know. Did you jerk off in them?
What if I did? I said, rather nervously.
I think that’s cute, she said. But does that mean you still have feelings for mommy?
No, I said.
Are you sure? she said.
I’m sure! I said.
I want you to prove it to me! said Gracie.
I’ll do anything, I said. I moved in closer and closer but she spun around and started twerkin in her mom’s sexy leggings and bumping into my hardon.
You’re gonna prove it to me, then take out that hard dick of yours.
I pulled my pants and briefs down and she started grinding up along the shaft of my dick, then lowered her ass while only grazing my dick, and repeating. I was already on the verge of cumming, so I grabbed her and licked the side of her neck. She turned her head and we made out. She turned to face me and I yanked her mommy’s lycra tube top off of her and felt her breast.
I sucked on her nipples, pulled the leggings down and as I took her panties off I remembered that she was still holding the pink thong. I took it out of her hand.
What’re you doing? Those are mine?
Are they yours? Well let me give them to you!
Yeah, give them to me, she said. I kissed her, letting my greedy tongue slither all around her young mouth.
Give them back! she said. I fucking want those thongs!
Okay if you insist, young lady. She squealed as I lifted her and placed her on the bed. Then I slid the thongs on her and slid them to the side to lick her pussy until she demanded that I fuck her.
I want your dick inside me! she said.
I was happy to oblige, fucking her missionary, doggystyle, and cowgirl. As she was riding my dick, I got up with her still on me, and stood on the floor holding her on my dick while fucking her.
When I knew I couldn’t go on longer without cumming, I threw her on the bed, pulled the thongs off and stuck them in her mouth. I fucked her a minute longer, maybe less. Her hands were free and she could have taken them out of her mouth if she wanted, but she had submitted to me. I was her master and she was mine.
Not wearing a condom, I had to pull out before cumming. I helped my dick reach that final euphoric stage and blasted a load of cum onto her mommy’s pretty little thongs in her mouth.
She kissed me lovingly before she left me on the bed and let herself out. Before I took a nap I noticed the little black dress. She had forgotten it. I hope she comes back for it!

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A Son’s Vengence: Ch.1 Strike Against the Home-wrecker.

I hate my new stepmother, Lily. If she and my son of a bitch father hadn’t had that affair, my real mother wouldn’t have been drinking, got into that car, and died. Not long after that, they got married. Go figure. She a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a nice hourglass figure, but she’s only a slut after my father for his money and he just wants some sex. Now I’m just a soon to be 15-year old boy stuck with the two of them and her 13-year-old daughter, Lucy, who looks like a mini version of her slut mother.
Well, after about one month after she moved in, I arrived home from school, and I heard some weird sounds coming from their room, so I looked in their room to see what was going on. The moment I looked inside, I saw that slut taking it on her back from Johnny Ryder, a business partner and friend of my father.
“Oh God, Oh God, fuck that pussy.” That whore moans as she takes his dick.
“Yeah, take my big fat cock, you slut. I bet you love getting fucked by a real cock.” I know Johnny and my dad love competing, but not like this.
“Yes, I love being fuck by your big fat cock instead of that tiny dick.”
I’m shocked… and hard by the site of their fornication, but not surprised. Well, at least for Lily’s part. I genuinely thought Johnny was my dad’s friend. I guess you can never truly know a person.
They continue fucking each other for about 5 more minutes, then head down to the kitchen where they have a bite until my dad comes home. We all then have dinner and my dad says he couldn’t ask for a better friend than Johnny. Finally john heads home and we all head to bed.
Then the next day, friday, as I come home from school, I notice Dustin, our next door neighbor, leaving the my home and the slut waving him good bye. Now I have no proof of what happened, but I’m willing to bet my life that he didn’t come over for a cup of tea. That whore.
When I come inside, I ask her what Dustin wanted.
“Oh, Dustin just came over for some cup of tea.” Yeah, right. She’s not fooling me.
“How ’bout Johnny?” I ask her with narrow eyes and a deep tone.
“He just came over to see your father, silly. You know that.”
“Then what were you two doing on bed moaning and panting.”
She stops what she’s doing, looks at me, and says, “So you did see that.”
“Yeah, you doing what you do best, being a slut and a home wrecker.”
“Home-wrecker? It’s the men who make the solemn choice to cheat on their wives. They’re the home-wreckers. I’m just going along for the ride.” She thinks she’s so smart and innocent. I hate that smug face she has on. A matter of fact, I hate her face period. “I bet your still sad about your mommy’s death. I’m not the one who decided on drinking driving.”
Who the hell does she think she is? How dare that bitch say that. She’s the reason she was drinking in the first period. I have to make this bitch pay. So I pounce on her.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT, YOU BITCH! IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE DID!” I shout on top of her.
“I thought so. You miss you mommy. Too sad.” She’s notice even fazed that I jumped her, a matter of fact, she looks quite amused by it. “You’re just like him, an emotional momma’s boy. I’m willing to bet you have a tiny pencil dick just like my husband, too.”
“I’ll show you what kinda dick I have, you whore.” I shout as I take out my cock and tear off her skimpish skirt. Once her skirt is up, I notice she’s not wearing any panties and is as wet as an otter. What a slut.
“Not bad, bigger than your daddy’s little thing. That’s for sure.” She was licking her lips. “Now stick it in me.”
I ram my thing into her juicy little cunt. Apparently my teenage lust is way stronger than my hatred for that slut. So I just combined the two and started fucking her like I hated her, which I do.
She starts moaning like a banshee as I pound her. This slut is enjoying this way too much, and so am I. I know I should stop for a variety of reasons, but I can’t stop my hips from moving. That is until I cum right in her pussy.
“Aww, you came so soon. Hahaha.” The bitch says in baby talk. “Don’t worry about knocking me up, this is one of my safe days.”
She try’s getting up, but I continue to hold her down as she struggles to get up.
“Hey, get the fuck off me, quick shot. We’re done.”
The moment she said that, I gave her a big slap across the face. “Were done when I say we are. And I’m not quite satisfied just yet.”
She can feel my cock getting hard inside her again and I could feel her pussy tightening up, especially after that slap to the face. I start pounding her cunt again, but harder this time. With a face of a bitch in heat, and that’s just how she took it, too. Like a bitch.
After a few more thrusts, she cums. It looks like her eyes are closed as she says, “Oh God! Oh God! Yes, Yeeessss!!” She’s so loud, I’m afraid the neighbors might hear her moaning like a whore from my house.
Well, after she almost passes out, she mutters, “It’s been so long since I last came. Oh God, you really are his son.” That last part doesn’t make much since, but it sounds like I did her a favor. Not my intention.
“I didn’t do it for you, slut, I’m just really horny and you’re my new cum dump, got it? And I’m still not done yet, so just lay down and take it.” She lick her lips and smiles at my words as I continue to pound away at her juicy cunt while she wraps her legs around.
I then proceed to rip open her shirt and violently grope those big titties. She just let’s out pleasure filled “ow’s.” I wonder if she’s a masochist?
Her pussy is so tight and wet, I release another load of cum. I then take out my cum and juice cover cover, tell her to clean, and put it in there.
Her mouth is truly something else, not to mention her tongue. She definitely has experience in this department. The suction is so strong, I wouldn’t be surprised if my cock cums right off. I feel like I am about to cum again. So I take my cock out and aim right for her face.
After I cum on her face, we hear the door open and her Lucy walk in. Lucy goes to middle school, which let’s their student out later. We must have lost track of time or just didn’t care. Lily grabs me and rushes up stairs into her room where she proceeds to change out of her torn clothes into another dress.
“That child sure can show up. Any earlier, and you couldn’t have finished.” Lily says with cum on her face.
“Yeah, any earlier and she would’ve seen the real you.” I say with a stern face.
“What can I say? I am, who I am.” Now she’s fixing her hair.
“You sure can fix yourself up very quickly.”
“Thanks, it does come in handy, every down and then.” With her finger, she wipes the cum off her face with her finger and her begins to suck on that like she has something really tasty in her mouth. “Mmmh, sometime I need it if certain people show up when they’re not supposed to.”
The image of my mother pops into my head. I then grab the collar of her shirt and as I’m about to give that slut a piece of my mind, we hear Lucy shout something about the mess we made down stairs.
I loosen my grip and we head down stair and make up some lie about dropping some chemicals or something, she did all the talking. I guess she has a lot of experience lying about the messes she helps cause. Then she forces Lucy to clean up the mess, because the cleaning lady doesn’t come today.
I do feel sorry for that girl, she so shy and submissive and, yet, she has that manipulative mother of her. It wouldn’t surprise me if that slut made her do all the house work before moving here. I know she never did the cooking, Lucy’s culinary skills are proof of that.
Later, my dad comes home and we all had dinner… that Lucy made and talked about our day. Lucy didn’t have much to say, I passed, pops was talking about a new female employee, whom he has a lot of hopes for. Gee, I wonder what that means? And the bitch was talking about Dustin’s coming over for… tea, a very altered version of our little talk, and some other crap. She did 95% of the talking.
Then I went up stairs and did my home work and went to bed. Nothing very interesting. Though I did think about me raping her as I dozed off to sleep. Well, guess I shouldn’t call it rape.
The next morning, I go down stares and see my mother sitting on the bench outside our house. I rush outside and to see if it’s really her. I touch and feel her, not in a sexual way, just to make sure it was really her and not my mind playing tricks on me.
“Stop that, it’s really me.”
“B-But how? Where were you this entire time?” I say both excitedly and a little bit confused.
“That’s not important.” She stands up and begins to walk inside. “So how was Lily. Good, right?”
“What? Why are you talking about that bitch. Besides, I did all the work.”
“Even that blowjob?”
“H-How do you know about that?” My face turned bright red and we head up stairs.
“Again not important. But you want to dominate her and make her your sex slave, don’t you?” She says with a big smile on her face.
“I just wanted to avenge you.”
“I don’t think that was the kinda punishment to avenge someone.” We arrive outside her old room, where we hear moans coming out of it. “Well, either way it won’t be an easy task.”
“What do you mean?”
Mom open door and I’m shocked to see the bedroom pack full of men of different races, builds, and attractiveness, gang banging Lily. There has to be atleast 15 men in there. Lily is on top of some who’s fucking her ass, as she gives two hand jobs, two foot jobs, a blow job, and takes two dicks in he cunt at the same time. A few guys are laying on the floor exhausted and the rest are stroking their dicks. Waiting for their turn, I guess.
“She’s not the kind of woman to be satisfied very easily, as you can see. But you made her cum. That’s quite a feet, especially on your first time.” She then reaches to my pants and begins to take of my pants. “She hasn’t changed a bit. But she’s just like any woman, looking for a certain man. A man that can satisfy and dominate her and by himself. And in a way she’ll never get tired of. Then she’ll be his willing sex slave, but that man has yet to appear and want it. Until now.” I’m left speech less as she strokes my cock. “But if you want that, you need more than sheer sexual prowess. You must dominate someone very close to her. But in the mean time, don’t let her be unsatisfied.”
Mom, then takes my cock whole in her mouth and starts deepthroating it. I begin to tell her “Mom, please stop, Mom!”, but she just calls me a momma’s boy and… to wake up?
I open my eyes and see Lily, deepthroating me. She take my cock out of her mouth and begins to give me a titty fuck.
“Finally, you wake up.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Titty fuck.”
“I mean why?”
“I was horny so I crawled into your bed. Your cock was pretty hard and yummy, so I decided on having a little taste. Also, I measured it for you, an impressive 8.3 inches and 5.1 garth.”
“You slut.”
“You know it. And today’s saturday, so no school and Peter’s at work and Lucy are out somewhere. So we have the entire house to ourselfs.”
I eventually cum, then she gets on top of me for cowgirl style and ride my cock. I begin thinking about that dream. Mom, told me to dominate her and I needed dominate someone close to her. Didn’t make too much since, but I probably shouldn’t put too much thought into it. After all, it was just a dream and I want revenge, but she’d enjoy that. Though I guess it wouldn’t be a bad idea to have some kinda leash on her so she doesn’t ruin someone elses family. Plus, all the sex I can handle. But that dominate someone close to her is stuck in my head until I think about Lucy.

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