Domination/submission

Fiction

Training Samantha

I had been anticipating my dinner date with my boyfriend, Drew, since the beginning of the week. We had been dating for six months and he told me that he had a surprise for me tonight and to put on a nice dress because he was going to take me some place nice.

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Roommate Shift Ch1

Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, BDSM, Spanking, Group Sex, Oriental Female, Exhibitionism, First, Masturbation, Sex Toys, 2nd POV

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SCENE IN A NIGHT CLUB

This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character. This is happening on Saturday night, in a club in your town.

Fiction

Detention 3

Friday afternoon, at three o’ clock, I reported to Ms. Navarro’s classroom for detention. Chris Green was already there, sitting in one of the desks, and so was another boy, Billy Anderson. I had Billy in a couple of my classes; he was a really good looking dude: about six foot tall, vanilla wafer-colored skin, beautifully muscular arms and a hard chest. Billy had intense black eyes, light stubble around his angular face, short dark brown hair, and a small (compared to Chris), but cute pair of pink lips. He and Chris sat beside each other, talking about something that I couldn’t–and really didn’t care to understand. When they saw me, both of them chuckled a little, and I rolled my eyes and headed for a desk way across the room from them. I assumed that because Chris was around one of his ‘friends’ that he was gonna try to act all hard and shit. He would say shit about me to Billy, and at the end of detention, Chris would ask to come over to my house so that we could fuck. I really wasn’t in the mood for either of their shit today.I hoped that for once they didn’t have anything to say, but of course, they had something to say. They were gonna say as much shit as they could before Ms. Navarro came into the room.
“Is that the faggot that got you in trouble?” Billy asked Chris.
I felt Chris’ eyes on me, but I didn’t look at either of them. I tried to pretend as though I didn’t hear them, but it was hard, because Billy said it extra loud so that I had no choice but to hear it.
“Yeah,” Chris said, faking disgust. “He’s the one. Should go over there and beat his ass.”
“You should,” Billy agreed.
Finally, I turned and looked over at them. They were just waiting for me to say something back to them. “Both of you need to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Don’t fuck with me right now.”
Chris and Billy laughed out loud as though I had just said the funniest joke in the world. Looking at Chris laughing at me when I knew that he was just trying to act all cool in front of Billy pissed me the fuck off. He was a prime example of the reason why I hated high school boys: some of them might be cute, but they’re super fake and immature.
A few minutes later, Ms. Navarro entered the room, carrying a load of papers in her hands. She placed them at her desk and sat in her chair. She looked at all three of us. “I want all of you to be quiet. Nobody moves, nobody talks for a whole hour.”
“Stupid bitch,” Chris muttered.
“What did you say, Christopher?” Ms. Navarro demanded.
“Nothin’,” Chris said. “I didn’t say nothin.”
“That’s what I thought,” the teacher said. “Anymore comments like that, and you’ll be in detention until graduation.”
“Whatever,” Chris whispered.
Half an hour passed. The classroom was silently mostly, except for Billy, who tapped his fingers on the desktop, and the ticking of the clock. I peeked over at Chris, who was looking at me. Everytime I saw Chris’ sexy face, part of the hated I had for him diminished, and I was reminded of the times we had messed around together. I remembered the way his warm lips sliding up and down my dick, the way he forced his eleven inch dick all the way up my ass, the way his whole body trembled whenever he came inside of me, and the way I seemed to melt after I squirted my cum inside his hot, tight ass. The more I thought about that, and the more I looked into Chris’ eyes, the harder my dick got. I didn’t want to get hard, but of course I could never control how my body reacted to Chris Green. I raised my hand and asked to go to the bathroom.
“Hurry back,” she said.
“I have to go to,” Chris said.
Chris saw me push down my hard dick, as I stood. Billy wasn’t even paying attention, he was staring off into space. As I walked to the door, Chris said, “I need to go to the bathroom too.”
Ms. Navarro gave Chris a sharp look. “Wait until Brandon returns.”
“No,” Chris said, “I really need to go now.”
I’m sure he didn’t need to go to the bathroom at all. The only reason why he wanted to go was because I was going. I figured that Ms. Navarro would say no again, but she sighed and said, “Both of you be back here in under two minutes. If you’re not–”
Chris hopped up out of his seat before Ms. Navarro could get her last words out. Billy turned and watched us leave the room. He gave me a look of suspicion as we left the the classroom. The bathroom was located directly around the corner. I went inside and and Chris followed closely behind me. We both stepped up to the urinals at the same time. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff dick. I stood as close as I could to the urinal so that Chris would not be able to see my hard dick. Chris unzipped his pants and pulled out his large cock. It hadn’t grown all the way to its full eleven inches, but it was definitely getting there. Unlike me, Chris stood at a distance from the urinal, giving me a full opportunity to see his beautiful dick, and the golden liquid that squirted out of it like a water gun. I tried not to look at Chris’ dick, I tried to prove to myself that I wasn’t that sprung on him, but I couldn’t. I had to look at his dick. After he was finished pissing, Chris started to softly rub the big,, wet head of his cock. He rubbed up and down the shaft slowly, until his dick was hard as wood. I started to rub my own dick slowly.
“Let me see it, B,” Chris said.
“No. Get away from me.”
“What, you mad at me?”
“I don’t feel like talkin to you right now.”
“I wasn’t serious when I was sayin all that mess about you, Brandon. Don’t get all emotional and shit.”
“Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care.”
Chris smiled and started to jerk himself off faster. I saw his ass clench tight within his loose jeans. I wanted to reach over, put my fingers down the back of his pants, and slide them up and down his asscrack. Almost as if he had read my mind, Chris forcibly dug into the back of my jeans, yanked down the waistband of my underwear, and stuck his finger deep into the crack of my ass. I closed my eyes and a soft groan escaped my mouth. Chris moved behind me and pulled my pants and underwear all the way down, exposing my naked ass to him. He pushed me hard against the urinal. With one hand on my lower back, Chris used his other hand to open my ass up wide. “Been thinkin bout this sweet ass all day,” Chris said. He bit my left ass cheek hard. A flood of pleasure coursed through my body. I wanted him to keep going, even though I knew he shouldn’t. Chris opened my ass with both hands, uncovering my asshole. I felt the tip of his wet, silky tongue against my closed hole and my knees weakened. Chris turned his baseball cap backward so that he had better access to my ass. He reached between my legs, found my hard dick, and pulled it backward, toward my ass, toward his mouth. Chris started at the top of my asscrack, continued down to my hole, which was moist enough now to let his tongue slip in a little, down to the piece of skin that connected my asshole to my nutsack, and slipped the head of my dick into his eagerly awaiting, hot mouth.
“You taste better every time,” Chris said as my dick fell out of his mouth.
“…Chris…we have…to go back.”
“Not yet.” Chris returned to eating my ass furiously. Each time his tongue went deeper and deeper into my asshole, I started to sweat all over. I wanted to stay there like that, with him ripping my ass apart with his tongue, but I knew that in a few seconds, Ms. Navarro was gonna send–
Billy walked into the bathroom. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know it was him. Chris immediately took his face out of my asscrack, jumped to his feet and buttoned up his jeans. I did the same thing. Billy, who didn’t appear disgusted or surprised at all, leaned against the wall, his burly arms crossed over his muscular chest. He looked at Chris and I with a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. “She told me to tell you two to get back in the classroom now,” Billy said.
Chris moved away from me as though I had a disease or somethin. “Yo, Billy. It’s not what you think–”
Billy walked out of the bathroom before Chris could finish what he was gonna say.
“FUCK!” Chris yelled. He kicked over one of the wastebaskets, sending used paper towels flying all over the ground. Chris looked at me angrily, as though somehow this was my fault. I could tell that at that one moment, he hated me more than anything he had ever hated in his life. I sure that he was gonna say somethin or try to hit me or somethin, but he didn’t. He flashed me the most hateful look and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving me alone.
When I walked back into the classroom, Ms. Navarro asked me, rather annoyed, “What took you so long in the bathroom? I told the both of you to be back in under two minutes?”
“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say.
“Don’t trip,” Billy told Ms. Navarro. “Brandon and Chris were just takin a dump. You should go in the bathroom. It’s gonna smell like ass in there for a week.”
I didn’t know whether to feel relieved that Billy had covered for me, or grossed out that he had used that excuse. Chris was slouching in his seat, the bill of his baseball cap shielding his face so that I could not see the anger that was in his eyes.
“Let this be the last time that you take that long, Mr. Newman,” Ms. Navarro. “Now sit back in your seat.”
I did. For the next twenty minutes, I just sat in my desk, worried about having been caught by Billy Anderson. Glancing over in his direction, I saw Chris with his head pointed down, his body frozen as though he were a vegetable or somethin. Billy was looking at me, a strange look in his attractive dark eyes that made me wonder what he was thinking about. He grinned at me, a taunting smile that made me a little bit more worried.
Four fifteen finally came and Ms. Navarro told us that we could leave. Chris got out of his seat first, kicked open the door and left. Billy, still grinning with his awesome, pretty white-toothed smile, got up and headed out of the door. I was the last one to leave, and as I grabbed my backpack, Ms. Navarro said, “I know what the two of you were doing in the bathroom.”
“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” I told her. “He just…”
“Are you sure that’s the kind of person that you want to be involved with?”
“I’m not involved with him. And I never will be.” I left the classroom.
I didn’t see Chris or Billy as I passed the parking lot. I looked for Chris’ truck but didn’t see it. But as I walked out of the gates, off campus, I saw Billy standing across the street, leaning against a stop sign, just watching me. I started to hurry along the street, pretending that I didn’t see him.
“Wait up, Brandon,” Billy said.
Billy ran up behind me, placing his firm hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Get off me!” I growled. Billy laughed.
“Don’t get mad at me,” Billy said. “I wasn’t the one doin somethin I shouldn’t have been doin.”
I walked faster to get away from him, but Billy kept following me. “So you’re fuckin Chris Green?”
“Don’t worry bout who I’m fuckin. Stay outta my goddamn business.”
“Such poetic language, Brandon,” Billy said laughing. “But your business is bout to be everybody’s business tomorrow.”
I stopped walking, turned and stared at Billy. He stood there, his hands deep into the pockets of his faded blue jeans, his naked arms flexing. He had really nice looking arms; I had to stop myself from staring at them for too long. “Go ahead and tell whoever you think needs to know,” I said to him. “I have no reputation at this shitty ass school to uphold. I don’t give a fuck what people say about me.”
“Yeah,” Billy responded. “I know you don’t, but Chris does. If I tell people bout how my boy was eatin out your ass then Chris is gonna be fucked. And then he’ll take it out all on you.”
“I didn’t make Chris do anything he didn’t want to do, so I really don’t give a fuck if he gets mad at me. So like I said before, if you wanna go tell the whole world, do the fuckin thing.”
“Didn’t say I was gonna tell,” Billy said. “I said if I tell. I can keep my mouth shut, but that all depends on you.”
“What the fuck do you mean it depends on me?”
Billy looked around to see if anybody was looking. Nobody was around. He took a step closer to me. I didn’t know what he was planning to do, so I got a little nervous. I could smell his body odor. It smelled almost like Chris’ except for Billy’s was stronger. I could smell the must coming from his armpits, and rather I liked it or not, it was starting to make my dick get hard. “If you do to me what Chris did to you, and if you give me head, I won’t tell nobody.” I thought it was a joke at first, that he was just fuckin around with me, but when I looked into his eyes, it was more than obvious that he was deadly serious. I never thought of Billy Anderson as the type of dude that would fuck around with another dude–but then I thought the same thing about Chris Green. Billy was much like Chris in the sense that they were both extraordinarily good-looking with tight bodies, but they both shared the same fucked up, arrogant attitude that I hated (but subconsciously loved) in high school jock type dudes. Billy Anderson had asked me to eat his ass and to suck his dick, both of which I assumed were really nice. My dick got so hard that for a moment I thought it would fall of my body. Billy saw the front of my jeans extend outward and he smiled. He started to rub his own crotch, and I saw his dick lengthen within his pants. The tent I made in my jeans was nothing compared to the fuckin house that Billy made in his jeans. Obviously he and Chris were similar in more ways than just their personalities.
“Okay,” I said, my heart beating quickly and loudly.
“Tight,” Billy responded. “Let’s go up to the gym. Nobody’s there.”
“Are you sure? I already had two weeks of detention for fucking on the floor of Ms. Navarro’s room. I’m not tryin to get caught ever again.”
“Calm down,” Billy said. “I told you, nobody’s gonna be there `cept for us.”
We went back on campus and entered the building which led to the gym. My dick was straining in my semi-tight jeans, waiting to be free. I tried to hold it down with my hand, but it kept popping back up. We went up a case of stairs, me first and Billy behind me. He smacked my butt hard and then squeezed it. “Nice ass,” Billy said.
“Yeah, sure,” I said. His complement meant nothing to me really.
Like Billy had said, the gym was empty. The remaining sunlight filtered through the high windows, giving the whole place a reddish-orange color. Our footsteps echoed as we made our way over to the bleachers. As soon as we entered, Billy took off his shirt and threw it at the base of the bleachers. I can’t think of the right word to describe how beautiful Billy’s naked torso was. The light collected on his hard chest, illuminating every sharp line and curve. His abs were shockingly perfect. Billy kicked off his shoes, started to proceed up the bleachers. As he did this, he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down. Billy bent all the way over as he took his pants off, giving me a perfect view of his stunning, tight ass. It was so fuckin beautiful, and I started to precum knowing that in a few moments, my face would between that butt, fuckin his asshole up with my tongue. But the best part came when Billy turned around. His dick was bigger than my arm, a perfectly cut, thick and long ten inch dick, that pointed toward me like a missile aiming straight for its target. I was drooling at the thought of having that incredibly large dick going down my throat.
“Come up here,” Billy said.
I pulled off my own shirt, my nipples hard. Unfastening my belt, I pulled my pants off and walked naked up the bleacher stairs until I was right in front of Billy, his massive dick waiting for my hungry mouth to let it come inside. “Go for it,” Billy told me. Putting my hands on Billy’s hard hips, I brought my face closer to his crotch, opened my mouth, and invited his dick to enter through my lips. Billy groaned and his big, tight nutsack bounced. I got most of his cock in my throat, and with the rest, Billy thrust his hips forward hard, sending the remaining three or so inches down my throat. I grabbed on to his hard ass to keep myself balanced. “Suck that dick,” Billy moaned. “Keep doin that shit.” Although I hated to admit it, I kinda missed the way Chris and I insulted each other as we fucked, the way we used to fight each other when we went at it. Billy continued to fuck my mouth hard and fast, sending his dick deeper into me each time. I had to struggle to keep up with his quick rhythms. Billy grabbed me by both ears and slammed me onto his dick, all the way, so that my lips were kissing his thick, black pubes. Billy gyrated in my mouth, popping his hips forward, raping my mouth with his big dick. He was leaking his precum all over my tongue and I enjoyed every drop of it. Suddenly, Billy pushed my forehead with the palm of his hand, sending his dick out of my mouth. “Now it’s time for the other side,” Billy said. He turned around and pressed his beautiful ass against my face. “I just wanna feel your tongue in my ass, dude. Nothin else–no fingers, and if your dick even comes in the area of my ass, I’m throwin you off these bleachers.” Now he was beginning to sound a lot like Chris and my interest increased. Him saying that he didn’t want to me to invade his ass with my finger or dick was just his way of begging to be fucked.
“Bend over some,” I told him.
Billy did as I asked. His tight ass spread a little, but I would have to use my hands to pry it apart. Once I did get his butt open, I wasn’t able to see his asshole too clearly because of the lacking light, but I found it with my tongue, and the moment that my tongue connected to his hot, sweaty hole, Billy started to tremble. I started off slow, doing gentle circles around the rim, getting him moist enough so that later I would jam my tongue all the way his ass. Billy groaned and I started to work faster with my tongue, going in crazy circles and zig-zag patterns. “Goddamn,” Billy moaned, “I like that shit. Do it some more.” I went on to eat his ass out like a wild animal. Once I got his asshole wet enough, I thrust upward with my tongue, sending about a fourth of my tongue past his gates and into the smooth warmth of his ass. “FUCK!” Billy yelled. He held on to the bleacher stairs in front of him to maintain his balance. I gave his asshole no mercy; I did my best to run a fuckin hurricane through his ass with my tongue. I took my tongue part way out of his hole and then dug it right back it, making Billy scream out so loud that his voice echoed about four times throughout the gym. Licking my index and middle fingers, I continued to lick his asscrack up and down for a little bit before I finally took my tongue out. Taking a real good look at his pretty ass, I spread his tight cheeks apart again, and spat a large wad of spit on asshole. I rubbed it around his asshole, and without warning, I shoved my thumb up Billy’s asshole as far as it would go.
“SHIT!” Billy bellowed. Once again his voice echoed several times. I ripped my thumb out of his ass and Billy exhaled sharply. But before he could catch his breath, I stuck my middle finger into his ass and started to whirl it around with his tight, hot ass. “Oh fuck,” Billy moaned, “Oh, fuck…Chris was right…”
I had shoved my middle finger so far up his ass that it had almost swallowed my knuckle. But when Billy said that, I snatched my finger out as hard as it could. “Chris was right bout what?” I asked.
“Nothin’,” Billy said.
I jammed both my index finger and middle finger into Billy’s ass at the same time. Billy’s ass clenched tightly around my fingers. “Chris was right about what?” I repeated. I finger fucked him hard and deep. Billy groaned and moaned so much that I thought he was gonna cry.
“Nothin’,” Billy answered. “He didn’t tell me nothin’.”
Again I snatched my fingers out of Billy’s ass; Billy whimpered and arched his back. My dick was painfully hard now and I was tired of using my finger to fuck him. I wanted to use the real thing now. “Tell me what Chris said bout me. If you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“I fuckin’ dare you,” Billy said.
I grabbed Billy by the hips, pointed my hard dick in the direction of his waiting hole, and prepared to dig myself inside of his hot ass. “I’m gonna fuckin ass you one more fuckin time: What did that asshole Chris say about me?”
“You might as well go `head and start to stick me, `cause I’m not sayin shit,” Billy said.
“If that’s what you want.”
With one easy motion, I forced my dick into Billy’s hole, all the way his ass, hitting his pleasure spot. The feeling of his hot ass hugging around my hard dick paralyzed me with lust for a couple of seconds. Billy’s whole body tensed and I heard his grit his teeth as though he were repressing the world’s biggest scream. “You better not try and scream,” I said. “Take this fuckin big dick and shut the fuck up.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Billy groaned.
Gripping Billy by the hips, I pounded his ass, his butt mashing up against my stomach as I went all the way deep inside of him. “Tell me what Chris told you,” I said.
“No.”
I gave him a quick, very hard thrust, sending my dick even further against his ass. “Tell me.”
Billy relented. “Fuck!” he yelled. “He said….” Billy growled again as I beat his insides up with my dick. “He said that you were…oh shit I’m bout to cum…” I reached around to his front, grabbed his dick and squeezed it really hard at the same time that I was ripping him out.
“Tell me what he said.”
“I’m bout to bust,” Billy cried. His whole body spasmed and his dick trembled in my hand. Seconds later, a flood of thick, burning hot cum spilled out of his dick, all over my hand. Billy continued to convulse as I fucked him hard. I was miles away from cumming, and I could keep fuckin him all day if I wanted to. With my fingers covered with Billy’s sticky cum, I forced my fingers into his mouth.
“Lick it,” I told him. “Eat your nut.”
Billy licked my fingers dry until there was no more of his cum left on my hand. I continued to fuck him and Billy continued to moan, obviously not tired not yet. “What did Chris tell you?”
From behind me, two hands grabbed my waist, and a naked dick rubbed up against my asshole. I recognized the strong body odor. I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Chris. He put his dick inside of my asscrack, rubbing it up and down the length. I almost melted with his touches, even though I was still fucking Billy. Whispering intimately in my ear, Chris told me, “I told Bill here that you were the best fuck in this school, and that he had to try you out.” And with saying that, Chris slammed his eleven inch dick deep into my ass, and all three of our moaning voices mixed together, forming one big continuous echo that never stopped.

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Vickie’s Abduction

Vickie unknowingly gets the attention of a local stalker rapist as she shops at the local super market. He kidnaps her and rapes her as she worries about him killing her. Her thoughts were to survive what ever he does to her.

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Monica becomes a SUB II – Punishment & Training

Monica picks up the story.
I know I have severely disappointed my Sensei and that now I will be punished. I find I’m looking forward to the punishment on many levels and that confuses me. Is this what I’ve always wanted? Is my mind sick? I’m led down to the cellar where I see, in the middle of the room, a chain hung from the rafter with what looks like Velcro straps and two more fastened to the floor. I feel my cunt twitch and become wet. Ironically, though I’ll be restrained, I feel a sense of freedom, a complete loss of control. What I’ve been wanting most of my life. . Submission.
Sensei leads me to the chains, removes my robe, and tells me to raise my hands above my head. He tells me to stand on the balls of my feet and stretch higher and then he fastens the cuffs around my wrists. I’m left with all my weight on the balls of my feet and my toes. I’m told to move my feet out to spread my legs. I do but it’s painful to my toes moving like that. My ankles are fastened to the cuffs and I am wide open.
Nothing happens for what seems like hours but is really only minutes or maybe seconds. I hear a WHOOSH – SMACK. The pain on my left buttock is exquisite, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s in a very small spot but the pain radiates outward like a pebble dropped into water. Before I can process the feeling completely WHOOSH – SMACK on my right cheek. I open my mouth to scream, knowing that I shouldn’t, but nothing comes out. My mind is so confused with the pain that I can’t form a coherent thought. WHOOSH – SMACK now on the inside of my left thigh. My God! WHOOSH – SMACK on the inside of my right thigh. The pain from my ass and thighs has radiated to a spot close to my anus and I feel an unfamiliar tingle there. Why? I don’t understand. As my brain processes the pain and the new tingle a single thought appears. This is good. I feel pleasure in the pain. I feel the wetness building in my pussy and am afraid it will drop to the floor. I want more but it is a mistake to ask. I don’t think my Sensei will disappoint though.
Sensei has moved in front of me now and I see the instrument of my pleasure/pain. It’s a riding crop. A long thin stick of plastic with a small leather strap at the end. WHOOSH – SMACK on top of my right breast just above the aureole. It spreads like fire and now my nipple is aflame and engorged. Another strike to the exact same spot on my left breast so that both nipples are harder than I’ve ever seen them and I am engulfed in a pleasure that I can feel in my whole body. Where has this pleasure been all my life? I embrace it now with my entire being and can’t wait for the next strike. The leather of the crop lands on my cunt lips right over my clit. The entire world is reduced to the waves of pleasure throughout my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t hear. My legs no longer support me so I hang by my wrists.
“Thank you, Sensei, for my punishment. May I please cum now, please?”
“Yes”
The next sensation is like no other I’ve ever felt but pray I will feel again. This is what it’s like when your entire body, not just your pussy, cums. My juices poured from my cunt and streamed down my legs. The accumulated pleasure in my tits, pussy, and anus was so overwhelming I let go and just experience it. I am not embarrassed by my debasement; I am liberated. My ankles and then my wrists are released and I melt to the floor as if I had no bones.
“Lick up those juices from the floor. They’re not to be wasted.”
I lick the juices hungrily. They are musky and strong but they are mine and I can’t get enough.
“When the floor is clean come up to the living room and lay face down on the couch.”
“Yes, Sensei.”
I continue to lick the floor until I can find no more of the heady fluid. I stand with difficulty and am quite wobbly but make my way up the stairs and lay face down on the couch. Sensei kneels on the floor beside me and rubs lotion on both his hands. He then caresses the lotion on my ass cheeks where the crop had struck. He repeats the process on my inner thighs, has me roll over, and lotions my breasts. He is showing me that punishment does not exclude love; punishment is love. Warmth suffuses my body and I am overwhelmed with emotion. My nipples harden and my pussy is wet. I am where I’ve always wanted to be.
Kyle continues the story.
I sent Monica upstairs to shower and instructed her to give herself no fewer than 3 enemas. I also instructed her to trim her pussy so that there was no hair below the top of the cleft and any hair above was neatly trimmed. Having inspected her lush body downstairs, I was more turned on than ever. My dick was harder than it’s ever been. I’ve never measured it but I’d guess it’s between 7 to 8 inches long and 1.5 to 2 inches thick when hard. It softens to about half that. My balls are the size of chicken eggs and the sack hangs down below my flaccid cock. Once while showering after a swim meet, I noticed a younger guy, probably a freshman, staring at my package out of the corner of my eye. I decided to have some fun so I slowly soaped my way down my chest and ran my hand from base to head on my cock and then back to the base. I pulled the loose skin below the head back (I’m cut) and soaped around the head. The guy was so engrossed that he couldn’t see me watching and his dick was stiffening so I lifted my dick with one hand and soaped my balls slowly with the other. He was now completely hard and unconsciously stroking himself faster. I turned my back to him, bent over slightly so my ball sack would be visible between my legs, spread my ass cheeks, and ran a hand the length of the crack. I put my index finger into my asshole up to the first knuckle and ran it in and out a couple of times. I couldn’t see him anymore but I heard him moan. I just smiled, rinsed off, and got dressed. I noticed my dick had gotten semi-hard which made me wonder; am I bisexual? Very possible. But I digress.
Monica returned naked and smelling like lilacs. Her plump body nearly glowed and she was smiling.
“How do you feel, child?”
“Like I’ve been reborn, Sensei. I want to thank you again for my punishment and tell you that even though I don’t want to displease you, I hope it happens again, soon.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I still can’t put it into words, Sensei, but yes, I thoroughly enjoyed it.”
“Did you learn from it?”
“Oh yes, Sensei, and I learned how much your truly love me.”
“I’m glad. Now I require relief. Come kneel in front of me and remove my shorts.”
She literally ran over to me and dropped to her knees between my outstretched legs. I lifted my butt as she drew my shorts and boxers down and off. I hadn’t showered yet so I imagine the smell was quite pungent. No matter.
“Now I will instruct you on how to give me proper oral pleasure. I require pleasure from a blowjob. That pleasure isn’t measured by how fast you can bob your lips up and down my cock but how slowly and sensually. You make love to it like it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever had in your mouth. Your tongue reaches out for all of the tastes that it can find and relishes them. Your hand moves on the shaft in rhythm with your lips and tongue. Start by tonging and gently sucking my balls.”
She started by lifting my cock and laying it back gently on my stomach and holding it there. With her other hand underneath my ball sack she lifted it and began licking and sucking. The feeling was incredible. I laid my head back on the couch and enjoyed.
Monica tells of her first blowjob.
I had never given a man a blowjob in my life. My dear, gentle husband thought it was demeaning and would never let me taste him. Now my mind and my eyes were focused on the only thing I wanted to do in my life to this point; make mouth love to my Sensei’s genitals. The scent of his sex and sweat was strong but I couldn’t get enough of it and breathed in slowly and deeply. As I laid my tongue on those beautiful things my mind and senses exploded. The smell, the taste, the texture on my tongue, the sight before my eyes, the weight of them in my hand! All my senses were saturated, my heart melted, and my only function on earth was to make love to these incredible creatures. I licked, I sucked, I kissed, and still it wasn’t enough. I lifted the heavy sack and continued on the back of his balls. Oh my God! Lick, suck, kiss. A new aroma reached my nose and my tongue went in search of it. I licked that small area between the base of my lust and his nether hole. That wasn’t it but the enticing smell was stronger. With no hesitation, no thought to what I was doing, I continued until I found the source and thought I might faint from the desire in me. Nothing could stop me from licking around the puckered hole that my tongue had found. More sensory overload; the taste, the smell, the feel of it on my tongue. Yes. I tried to lick the taste off because I wanted it but to my delight I couldn’t. There was more. I probed the tight little hole with my tongue but couldn’t penetrate it. I tunneled my tongue and finally got the tip into the hole but found it impossible to keep it there. This was heaven but I’d neglected Sensei’s balls and thought I might be in trouble. I left my new found joy and worked my way back up to that sack and was just as happy there.
“It’s time for you to make love to my cock, child.”
OH YES! A new sensation but a new challenge. I brought that gorgeous length of man meat from his stomach to an inch in front of my face. It was slightly stiff but not completely hard yet. I licked the shaft from the base slowly to the head. A new taste and feel! I kissed the purple mushroom head and whispered “I love you”. The smell and taste was overpowering and I couldn’t wait anymore so I put the head to my lips and let it part them until I could feel the head resting on my tongue. I swirled my tongue around it and let the rest enter my mouth as far as it would go. My tongue darted everywhere to discover the new tastes and textures. The shaft was now completely hard. The head had reached the back of my throat but there was still more shaft that I wanted in my mouth. Not knowing how to solve this dilemma from experience I swallowed a few times while trying to get the head farther in. In the middle of a swallow, I felt the head slide past my gag point and into my throat. I stopped for just a few seconds and was able to overcome the gag reflex and became comfortable with the huge mushroom where it was. I wanted to scream out my joy – I did it! But knew I wasn’t done. Time was irrelevant so I don’t know how long I worked my lips up and down the hard shaft. I only knew that I had to make this living thing in my mouth and throat feel better than it had ever felt before. I didn’t work it, I loved it. My body was on fire with the joy of it. My body was moving to a sexual peak to which it had never been. Too soon
.
“I’m going to release my seed into your mouth now, child. Put just the head in your mouth and suck my seed out of my balls.”
I slid the shaft out until just the head was in my mouth and continued to lick, suck, and love the shaft with my hand. I didn’t want it to end but I wanted to taste the cum more than anything. I took a chance and let the cock out of my mouth as I looked at my God, my Sensei.
“Please, Sensei, fill my mouth with your love. Give me what I crave and let me taste your juices as I have tasted the rested of you. Cum for me now.”
I took the mushroom back into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I could feel a new tension in the shaft in my hand and prepared as much as I could, never having had a man cum in my mouth before. The first jet hit the back of my throat and then lay down in a rope back to its source. I reveled in the force and the taste of it. I was swallowing when the next rope was released and almost gagged but fought it, blocked my throat, and finished my swallow. I couldn’t concentrate on the taste as much as I wanted to if I was to swallow it all. The force of the jets started to decrease after I don’t know how many so I was able to save the juice in my mouth until he was finished. My taste buds were alive with the salty sweetness and just the man taste. I finally swallowed the last of it but the taste lingered and I savored it. The beautiful prick softened and just slid out of my mouth.
“That was excellent, child. You’ve done that before.”
“Oh No, Sensei. You are the first man that I’ve had in my mouth. Thank you I loved it!”
“You’re welcome, slut. You are a slut aren’t you?”
“I am your slut, Sensei, yes. I am your whore and your slut, a worthless cunt and I want to be used in any way that pleases you. I love when you call me those names.”
“I’m going to shower now, little cunt, and I want you to rest and when I come back we’ll continue your training.”
“May I bathe you again my Sensei?”
“Not this time my bitch. Rest, you’ll need it.”
Kyle continues.
I took a long shower and thought about what I had planned for my little sub. Up to now my Dom fetish was being satisfied even more than I’d hoped but any self-will she may still have needed to be eliminated. I dried off and put on just shorts; no shirt or underwear. When I got to the living room she was sprawled on the couch with her head back on the cushion and her eyes closed. I could see shiny streaks on her thighs where pussy juice had dried.
“Get up whore.” I thought she’d fall off the couch.
“I’m awake, Sensei.”
“Go over and kneel over that puddle of piss you left on the floor. Now lay down in it and roll around in it until there’s more on you than on the floor. Smear it on your body with your hands then get your nose down in it. I want you to smell your mistake.”
She got down and rolled that big body in the puddle and smeared it on her face. Then she stuck her nose down and took a good whiff of it.
“Did you smell it, pig?”
“Yes, Sensei.”
“What did it smell like?”
“It smelled like piss, Sensei.”
“It should have smelt like failure you fucking whore. Now go to the kitchen and get something to clean up the rest of it while it dries on your body. Be quick!”
When she was finished I yelled “Kneel” and she kneeled up straight.
“Now lift a tit to your mouth and lick it.”
“But
”
“Did you say BUT?”
“No, Sensei.”
“Well, what does it taste like?”
“Failure, Sensei.”
I had two items in my hand that I’d purchased earlier. One was a butt plug and the other was a tube of lube. The plug was shaped like a spade on a deck of cards but being her first, it wasn’t very wide at the bulb. I had others in the box. I laid them on the floor in front of her.
“That is a butt plug and lube. You may use as much of the lube as you need. You have 2 hours to work the plug into your little asshole. Your ass will be pointed at me at all times so I can watch your progress. Have you ever had anything up your asshole before? Have you ever been butt fucked?”
“Oh No, Sensei. The only thing that has ever gone up my ass is the enema I had earlier. I don’t think that plug will fit in me. It looks awfully big!”
“It will fit so I suggest you use the lube wisely and get started. You might want to loosen it up with your fingers first. You have 1 hour and 55 minutes left.”
Monica snatched up the lube and the plug and smeared the lube on. I threw her a pillow to rest her head on so she could bend over and use both hands. She put a lubed index finger to her little pucker hole and explored it. She slid the finger in to the first knuckle and stopped to see what it felt like. Deciding it wasn’t all bad she ran the finger around the sphincter a few times. She worked the finger in and out in a mini-fuck and I heard an “OHH” and a soft moan. At this point she was thinking this wasn’t gonna be that hard. She grabbed the plug, spread her cheek with one hand, and put the point of the plug to her hole with the other. She pushed the plug in until it started to widen just past the width of the finger she’d used then started to fuck herself with it. Feeling cocky, she tried to push in another half inch and quickly discovered the point where her asshole was stretched to the point of pain and I heard a definite grunt. She began to understand that the trick was to push it to the pain threshold and a little past then wait for the pain to subside. After 30 minutes she was fucking herself with just over an inch and a half of plug and seemed to be enjoying it. Another 30 minutes saw another half or more disappear in her slowly widening hole. Since she couldn’t see the plug, she had no clue how much was left until she reached the widest part of the plug and just beyond when the bulb would narrow to nothing. With every thrust in she pushed harder until she had to let the pain ebb again. 90 minutes in now and she was close to the bulb but just couldn’t take the pain of the final push. She held what she had for a minute and then a change seemed to come over her. Her breathing had slowed and her body had stopped quivering. With no noise I was amazed as I watched the bulb go forward steadily until it was in her ass and her sphincter started to close over the narrowing base of the bulb to the stem. After a minute of heavy breathing she raised up to her knees and turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. She smiled as best she could and had a look of pride on her face.
“Very good cum hound. How does it feel?”
“I feel full, Sensei. I feel like I have to shit but I did it.”
“Yes you did and now a reward. You may bathe or shower, your choice. Then we’ll have dinner, relax, and go to bed.”
“You honor me, Sensei. Thank you.”
Monica finishes the story of her first day of training.
I gave myself the most luxurious bath I’ve ever had, pampered with oils and scents. After drying, I went down to the kitchen where my Sensei had prepared a delicious meal for us. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him or the smile off my face. He was my master and I’ve never felt so loved. When we went to bed he made the most tender, passionate love to me that I have ever experienced. His foreplay brought me to the brink of orgasm several times and I had to beg him for release when I felt that magnificent cock at the entrance to my, his, cunt. He released me and the wave swept me to another new peak of pleasure. He fucked me slow then faster. Soft then harder. Tears were streaming out of my eyes as I had never been here before. I had little cums and big cums until it ran together into one continuous cum. I passed out when the first jet of his seed hit my cervix; thinking that tomorrow was another training day.
Next – Advanced training.

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Detention 4

It didn’t take long for Chris to cum in my ass. He took his big dick out of me and stuffed it back into his zipper. Billy Anderson had already put on his clothes and was heading down the bleachers. “Hey, wait up,” Chris said as Billy was heading out of the gym door. I put on my shirt, grabbed my backpack, and started to make my way down the bleachers as well.
“Chris, I need to talk to you,” I said. He ignored me. I hurried to catch up with him, grabbing him by one of his broad shoulders to make him stop. “Chris, I said I need to talk to you.”
“What about, B?” he asked.
We both exited the gymnasium and headed out to the parking lot. The night was approaching quickly. I needed to get home before my mother came from work. Billy walked ahead of us, heading out of the gates. “Yo Billy,” Chris said, “I’ll hit you up later.”
“Alright,” Billy yelled back and disappeared around a corner.
Chris strolled over to his big, white truck, which was parked off campus, way down the street. I followed behind him. “Will you wait one fuckin minute so that I can talk to you?” I said.
“You can talk and walk at the same time, can’t you?” Chris asked.
“Why did you tell Billy Anderson about us?”
Chris didn’t say anything. He walked a bit faster. “Stop!” I yelled.
“What the fuck do you want, B?” Chris halted, turned around, and gave me an annoyed glance.
“I wanna know why you told Billy Anderson about the two of us.”
Chris walked up to me, close enough that I could smell the alluring scent of his sweaty body. “I told him you gave me head a few times, nothin’ special. He asked me if you would suck his dick and I said told him probably.”
A part of me couldn’t believe that he was saying that to me, and the other part was mad at me for not thinking that he wouldn’t say that about me. “Is that all you think I am, Chris? The little gay boy that sucks your dick?”
Giving me one of his trademark cocky grins, Chris told me, “What else would I think bout you, B?” I wanted to knock the shit outta him right there. “And what are you so mad about anyway?” he asked. “I saw you suckin Bill’s dick, eatin his ass out. You know you liked it. Neither one of us forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. Don’t be mad at me cause you feel all guilty now.”
“Who said anything bout me feelin guilty? It’s about you disrespecting me.”
Chris shrugged. “Well, I don’t respect you, B. You don’t respect me. Thought that shit was already understood.” He took another step forward and grabbed my dick through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze; it started to harden. “We fuck. We don’t hug and kiss, we don’t go to the movies, we don’t call each other on the phone and say stupid shit to each other…we just fuck. You’re not my boyfriend. You never will be.”
“I don’t want you to be my boyfriend,” I told him, snatching his hand off my crotch. “I don’t want shit from you.”
Chris squeezed my ass. “Oh yeah. You want somethin from me.”
“You’re not as tight as you think you are,” I told him.
Again, Chris shrugged. “Maybe you’re right, B. Maybe I’m not.” He still wore that same arrogant smile.
“And you can cut out all that passive aggressive shit,” I said.
Chris turned and walked away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about, B. See you tomorrow in detention.” I watched him, mad as fuck, as he got into his truck and drove away, leaving me lookin like a fuckin idiot, alone on the sidewalk. I angrily began to make my way toward the bus stop.
I didn’t get home until after seven o’ clock. My mother was in the kitchen making dinner. “Brandon, where the hell have you been?” she asked.
“Was at the library,” I said. She didn’t know that I had been having detention for the past week and a half.
“Food is almost ready,” she said.
I really wasn’t feeling hungry. I went to my room, closed the door, and plopped on my bed. I tried to do my homework, but I kept thinkin about Chris; tried listening to the radio, but of course, all I could do was think about Chris. Thinkin about him was buggin the shit outta me! I reached under my pillow and took out Chris’ jockstrap, the one he had worn the first time he had come over my house and we had fucked on my bed. It smelled just like him, just like his sweaty balls. My dick got rock hard as I continued to sniff the crotch area of the jock. Pulling down my zipper, my cock popped out and I started to stroke it. It was still sticky from before and still smelled like Billy Anderson’s hot ass. I laid flat on my bed, with Chris’ jockstrap still in one hand, and proceeded to jack myself off, thinkin about all the times that Chris and I had fucked. The thought of his massive, eleven inch dick driving hard and fast up my ass made me start to sweat. I pulled off my shoes, pants, underwear, completely. As I played with my balls, I imagined Chris Green’s full lips sliding up and down my shaft, covering my nuts, his tongue wiping my asscrack, entering my hole, tongue fucking me. My mouth watered at the thought of swallowing his hot, hard big cock, him raping my mouth, me drinking his sweet and sour cum, of him drinking mine. When I was ready to shoot my load, I covered my dick with Chris’ jockstrap, spilling my cum all over the front of it. Stuffing the strap under my bed, I put on my pants and left my room for dinner.
The next day in detention, I made sure to sit as far away from Chris and Billy as I could. Both of them kept looking at me the entire time, whispering to each other and then laughing. Whenever I would look over in their direction, Chris would wink his eye and Billy would lick his lips and they both would burst out laughing. I tried to ignore them, to act like they weren’t bothering me. But they were, especially Chris. He always knew how to piss me off. After detention, Chris and Billy left together, laughing, probably about me. I was almost out of the door when my teacher, Ms. Navarro said to me, “You don’t need to come in tomorrow, Brandon.”
I turned around. “What?”
“This is your last day of detention. You don’t need to come in anymore.”
“What about Billy and Chris?”
“They still have to be here tomorrow. But not you,” she said.
“Why not Chris? He’s had detention as long as me. How come he has to stay longer?”
Ms. Navarro gave me a sharp look. “Do you really care that much?”
I didn’t answer her. I just left the classroom.
My cell phone rang later that night about twenty minutes after midnight. I didn’t want to answer it, but it kept on ringing and was driving me insane. Sitting up in bed I answered it: “Hello?”
“It’s me.” For some reason I didn’t recognize the guy’s voice, partly because I was half-asleep, and the other part because he was whispering.
“Me who?”
“It’s me you dumb ass–Chris.”
I rolled my eyes in the dark. “What the fuck are you calling me for at twelve thirty at night?”
“Wanted to see you. Come outside.”
“What?”
“I’m outside your house,” Chris said. “Come out here.”
I didn’t really believe that he was actually outside my house, so I got out of my bed and headed over to my window, looking outside onto the dark street. Sure enough, I saw Chris’ white truck parked along the sidewalk, headlights on and everything. “Are you serious? What the fuck are you doin here?”
“You know why I’m here. Just come outside.”
I was annoyed and still sleepy, but I wanted to see him anyway. “Give me ten minutes,” I told him and hung up. I took a two minute shower, brushed my teeth, some wrinkled clothes, and I headed outside to Chris’ truck.
“Took your ass long enough,” Chris said as I got inside of the truck.
“I can’t believe you came to my house at midnight.”
Chris turned on the engine and we started to cruise down the street. “I was thinkin bout you.”
“No you wasn’t. You just wanted to fuck.”
Chris chuckled. “That too.” He took one hand off the steering wheel and used it to reach inside of the sweatpants I wore to grab my thickening dick. “You wanted to fuck too.” He massaged my nutsack with his warm hand, before taking it out and sniffing his fingers. “Love the way your balls smell, B.” I placed my hand on his dick, and I felt it growing beneath his baggy jeans. I unbuckled his pants, pulling down the zipper. He wore no underwear so it was easy to find his giant stick. It felt really warm in my hand, and it grew and hardened until all eleven inches were revealed. I wet my palm with my spit and rubbed around the big head of Chris’ dick. He groaned lightly at first and then more as I start to go up and down the long, thick shaft. I bent my head down toward his dick to suck it, but Chris stopped me. “Not yet, B. You’ll make me crash into somethin.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see when we get there,” Chris said.
I continued to stroke Chris’ dick. His precum was dripping on my fingers and I licked it up. “Don’t even know why I’m goin anywhere with you, especially after what you said bout me today.”
“What did I say?” Chris asked innocently.
“You basically said that I was your cum bucket and that you didn’t like me.” I squeezed Chris’ dick really hard and his hips jerked upward.
“If I didn’t like you, B, I wouldn’t be comin’ over your house at twelve o clock in the morning. You wouldn’t be in this truck.”
“Maybe you was just desperate and couldn’t find somebody else to fuck.”
“I can always find somebody to fuck, B.”
I looked outside and realized that we were back at our school. “What are we doing here, Chris?”
He took my hand off his dick, put it back into his jeans, and pulled up his zipper.
“Just come on, B.” Chris parked the car on the sidewalk, stopped the engine, and got out of the truck into the dark night. Reluctantly, I did the same. We entered the campus and I followed Chris as he made his way toward the football field. Because the moon was out, there was enough light for me to able to see where I was going.
The football field was almost unnaturally quiet. I was so used to hearing people shouting, and people running all over the place, that it seemed unreal that we were the only two people on campus. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be; there was occasional breezes, but I was fine without a jacket. I followed Chris to the middle of the field where we stopped and stared at each other. “So…” I said, “What now.”
Chris tugged me by the waistband of my sweat shorts, close to him. His large hands immediately found their way to my ass and he squeezed it tightly. He lowered his head, brought his face close to mine, and kissed me, hard and long. His wet, hot tongue dove into my mouth and our tongues clashed and caressed each other. Both of our dicks were super hard and poking against each other through our pants. I unzipped his jeans again and tugged his big dick out of my pants as we still kissed each other wildly. His dick felt so hot in my hand that I thought it would leave a scorch mark on my palm. Chris lowered my sweatpants mid thigh, so that my dick and ass was revealed. With one hand, he squeezed my nutsack, and with the other he placed it in my asscrack, and started vigorously rubbing around my asshole. I moaned deeply. Chris turned his baseball cap sideways and got down on his knees in the grass before my hard dick. He was still jerking me off with one hand, while his finger was forcing its way up my hole. The head of my dick rubbed up against Chris’ wet lips, and a tingle ran down the back of my legs to my feet. He lifted my dick, resting it on his nose, and started to lick my balls. My ass clenched tight, trapping his finger in my buttcrack. He sucked one nut into his mouth, and then the other, and then both at the same time. My whole body felt like it was charged with electricity or somethin. Chris continued to lick my balls for about another minute or to before he started to lick the underside of my shaft. He started at the base, and slowly, very slowly, dragged his tongue upward, towards the head. Chris stopped right quick to lick his fingers, and then he shoved his long middle finger up my ass and devoured my dick at the same time. the duel sensations made my knees buckle and I tossed my head back and howled to the moon, like a wolf. Chris took my dick all the way down his throat, keeping it there for a while, wetting it with his fiery spit and warming it up with his humid breath. I put on hand on the top of Chris’ hat-covered head as he took my dick partway out of his mouth. Chris took his finger out of my asshole, grabbed hold of my hips, and forced me deeper into his mouth. “Oh goddamn it,” I yelled out.
“Don’t scream so fuckin loud,” Chris said.
I pushed his head back onto my dick. Chris expertly slipped my cock in and out of his mouth, drowning my dick with his spit, making my toes curl with the way he caressed my cock with his tongue. Each blow job Chris gave me was better than the one before it. He pulled my pants down all the way to my ankles. Kicking off my shoes, I took my pants off completely. Chris stood up, grabbed the hem of my shirt, and yanked it over my head, leaving butt naked in front of him. I forcibly took off his shirt, exposing his super muscular chest. It was incredible the way the moonlight shone on his hard pecs and his tight six pack. I mashed my face against Chris’ chest and began to suck on his hard nipple. Chris growled lowly, and when I started to bite him, he groaned very loudly. His dick was poking against my stomach, seeping his sticky cock juices on my skin. I started to move downward, with my tongue, down his smooth warm skin to his navel, down to the thin trail of hair that led to his bush. I yanked Chris’ jeans open, almost tearing off the button, and pulled them down to his ankles. Getting on my knees, I looked at his giant dick, only an inch or two away from my face. I had sucked Chris’ dick many times before, but this time, I planned on making it being the best head service he would’ve ever gotten. I opened my mouth, grabbed Chris’ tight, bubble round ass, and wrapped my lips around the large head of his cock. Chris’ lower body trembled. I opened my mouth wider and stuffed as much of his dick into my mouth at the same time as I could. “Shit,” Chris whispered, “You suck the best fuckin dick, B.”
I started to move faster, taking Chris’ dick in and out of my mouth at rapid speed, covering each inch with thick, hot spit, swallowing the precum that landed on my tongue. I ran my hands over his hard abs; Chris swiveled his hips slowly, shoving his dick deeper and deeper into my mouth, almost until it was hard for me to breathe; but even then, I continued to deep throat him, loving the salty taste of his precum, loving the way his musky nutsack smelled, loving the fact that his colossal eleven inch dick was in my mouth, and that I was giving him the most fiercest pleasure. I wanted to feel that big dick of his goin in my ass; I wanted Chris to fuck the shit out of me, just like he did the first time we fucked in Ms. Navarro’s classroom. Taking his dick out of my mouth, I lied down flat on the slightly damp grass, looking up at Chris as he stood over me, jacking off. “I want you to fuck me,” I told him.
“Hell fuckin yeah,” Chris said. He got down and covered me with his beautiful body. We were both sweating and breathing heavily. Chris kissed me for a while, before he began to lick down my chest to my navel. I thought he was gonna put his mouth on my dick again, but he didn’t. Instead, Chris rolled me over on my stomach. My heart was beating extra fast. Chris started licking at the top of my neck, and trailed downward to my back. His tongue felt like wet fire going down my body. He kept going, licking downward, past my lower back, to the very top of my asscrack. Once he reached my ass, Chris grabbed each sphere tightly and then smacked my ass so hard that it echoed on the field and made me bite my lower lip. “You got the best fuckin ass I ever seen in my whole fuckin life,” Chris told me. Again, he gave me another slap on my ass, just as hard as the first one, but for some reason it felt better this time. “Fuck,” Chris whispered, “I can never get tired of this ass.” With that, he pried my ass open super wide with his big hands, and then I felt his hot breath going inside my asscrack. I arched my back and lifted my hips upward slightly, so that my ass was pressing more against his face. Chris massaged my ass cheeks as he started to lick my asscrack. He started at the bottom, lifting his tongue upward along my crack. Chris gave my asshole a quick poke with the tip of his tongue and kept moving upward. By this time, my skin was burning up. I exhaled deeply and Chris jammed his tongue into my asshole. I was so surprised and filled with powerful sensations that I screamed out loud again, very loudly. Chris didn’t tell me to shut the fuck up that time, he continued to eat out my ass, very quickly and roughly. When he was finished my asshole was wet, warmed up, and ready for his fat dick to rip it open even more.
“I’m bout to fuck you so fuckin good,” Chris yelled. “Oh fuck, I’m bout to tear this pretty ass open.” Chris got on top of me, his stomach mashing against my back, his big dick pressing up against my asscrack. I closed my eyes as he positioned his dick into my asscrack. I felt like I was on a fuckin roller coaster, at the very top of the hill, waiting, anxiously, excitedly, and impatiently for the big drop. Chris pressed the head of his dick against my asshole, and I swear somebody probably could’ve heard my heart racing ten blocks away. Chris wrapped his arms around my chest, squeezing me very tightly so that I couldn’t move, and with a light groan, he shoved his mega huge dick into my ass. The sweetest pain filled my body and every nerve felt like it had been electrocuted with the best shock in the world. I didn’t scream out loud, but my body was screaming with pleasure, and my mouth was open so fuckin wide. My eyes were still closed, and I was adjusting to the incredible sensation of Chris’ dick in my ass. Even though he had fucked me before, more than once, each time he jammed his cock into my ass was like a brand new experience. Chris didn’t waste any time; he proceeded, just like he told me he would, to fuck the shit out of me. For a moment, I thought my body would go numb, and I prayed that it wouldn’t, because I wanted to feel every thrust of Chris’ dick going in and out of my ass. My hands were clenched tightly into fists, my teeth grinding each other, my eyes squeezed so tight that I didn’t know if I would be able to open them again. Chris had never fucked me before like the way he was doing at that moment. “Damn this ass is so tight,” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum a fuckin lake in this ass,” Chris said. He gripped my shoulders and forced me deeper and harder onto his cock. My whole body was convulsing every second, and the cum was rising in me so fast. “Oh shit,” Chris said, “I’m close.”
I was closer than close. Any second now I was gonna bust my nut all over the place. Chris felt so good inside of me that tears were welling in my eyes. And then I felt it– my nutsack tightened, my inner thighs trembled; I threw my head back, arched my back as much as I could–sending Chris’ dick deeper inside of me, and the cum just burst out of my dick all into the grass. If Chris said he was gonna cum a fuckin lake in my ass, then I was cumming a fuckin ocean. My body went through so many convulsions that I felt like I was having a fuckin seizure or somethin. Right after that, Chris gripped my hips tightly, gave me a super hard thrust, and his nut exploded in my ass. It was the warmest, wettest load that I had ever taken. Chris collapsed on me, licking the sweat off my back. He rested his head on me for a few moments as I caught my breath. “That was so fuckin tight,” Chris said.
“I know.”
And then Chris hopped up and began to put on his clothes quickly. “Get up and put your shit on. We have to go.”
But I didn’t want to move. I could’ve laid there all night with him until the morning. But Chris was right. We needed to leave. I put my clothes on slowly, and when we were both fully clothed, Chris and I headed back to his truck and he drove me back to my house. Once we reached my place, Chris gave me another kiss, a very passionate kiss. I didn’t know he was capable of that and it surprised me a little bit. “Guess we’ll be doin this again tomorrow after detention,” he said.
My heart skipped. “Oh. Um…”
“Um, what?” Chris asked.
“Ms. Navarro said that I didn’t have to come to detention anymore. She said today was my last day.”
Chris gave me a disbelieving look. “Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“What about me?”
“She said you still had to come in for the rest of the week.”
Chris gave me another apprehensive look and I was starting to get a little nervous. “Why the fuck do you get out free and I’m still there?”
“I don’t know.”
“What the fuck do you know, Brandon?” Chris asked me angrily. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel and the horn honked loudly. A dog barked in the distance.
“Chris, calm down.”
“Don’t fuckin tell me to calm down, B. That stupid bitch gets on my fuckin nerves.”
“It’s only like two more days,” I said. I shouldn’t have said that `cause that just made Chris explode even more.
“I don’t give a fuck if it was just two minutes. It’s not fuckin fair. The only reason she let you go is cause you fuckin suck up to her ugly ass all the time.”
“No, that’s not the reason.”
“You better fuckin be there tomorrow, B,” Chris said. “When I go to detention tomorrow, you better be fuckin be there. If you’re not, I’m gonna be pissed off so fuckin much. I’m not fuckin around with you, B.”
“Is it that serious?” I asked.
Chris looked at me as though I were the most annoying thing he had ever seen. “What the fuck are you doin in my truck anyway? We’re here at your house. Get the fuck out.”
“No, I’m tryin to talk to your stupid ass.”
“Brandon…” It made me really nervous the way he said that. “Get the fuck out right now. If you don’t, I’m gonna push you out.”
“Whatever,” I muttered. I opened the door and stepped out. The night had suddenly gotten to be really cold.
Chris lowered the passenger window and said. “Remember what I said, you better be there.” Before I could say something, Chris peeled off down the street, making the dogs bark even louder. I just stood there, watching as his truck sharply disappear around the corner. I was fucking speechless. Slowly, I turned around and headed inside.

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3 Evil Sister- Part 8

Introduction: Thanks to everyone who voted and commented on Part 7. The response was overwhelmingly positive and I was really flattered that everyone enjoyed it so much. The main reasons I write here are because I enjoy it and to see the response from the fans, so if you guys want more stories and want for them to come out faster, the best thing you can do is leave comments, especially ones with feedback. After all, the better the feedback I get, the more I can improve and the more I improve, the better the stories will be that you’ll get to read. To the people who weren’t pleased that I wrote my own Part 7, just know that I wrote it out of respect for Somestory’s excellent series and for the other fans who wanted to see an end to 3 Evil Sisters. If you can’t handle that or feel that I am “ripping off” Somestory somehow, please just ignore my stories or treat them like an alternate universe of the Evil Sisters storyline.
Some of you wanted me to tell you a posting schedule for my parts, but unfortunately, I don’t feel like I could tell you guys a reliable one right now. I will continue the series unless I post something saying definitively that I am stopping, but as to when each part comes out, it may take more or less time depending on my schedule. I wrote Part 7 in a day, but because of various thing popping up, Part 8 took about a week. Anyways, keep checking in and I’ll do my best to get the next part out as soon as possible. A lot of blood and sweat and cum go into making these (only half joking), so I hope you guys like them. Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.
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I woke up smelling pancakes and syrup. I opened my eyes and sniffed again. Definitely pancakes and syrup. I had my arm around Riley, my nose almost touching her long, blonde hair. She was laying on her side, breathing in and out slowly. I turned over to look at my clock which was still on the floor. The numbers were blurry, so I blinked a few times to clear my vision. 10:14. We had really slept late, but I guess that’s what Earthquake holidays are for.
For a few minutes, I just lay in bed, enjoying the sensation of being pressed against Riley’s warm, soft body. I thought about what had happened, about hearing Riley tell me that she was in love with me and about her promising to be there for me from now on. It kind of felt like something I’d been missing had suddenly turned up, or like I’d gotten a puzzle piece to finally fit into place. It was a nice way to wake up.
Yawning, I climbed out of bed, stood up, stretched. As I pulled my arms up over my head, I felt my morning wood rub against my boxers. I turned my head to look back at Riley. If someone was cooking, that meant at least Mom was up, but if I woke Riley, she’d probably be willing to help take care of a little morning wood. At the same time, she looked so happy and peaceful wrapped up in my bed that I didn’t want to wake her. I stretched my arms wide and felt my cock tense as I did so.
“Nice.” A throaty voice said from the doorway. I turned and saw it was Izzy. She came in, shut the door behind her, and walked towards me. “Want some help with that?”
“Isn’t Mom up?” I asked, taking a step back as my sister pursued me.
“She’s downstairs cooking brunch for Riley’s birthday. Now…” She reached out and hooked the waistband of my boxers with her finger. “How about a little appetizer.”
“Izzy, not here!” I whispered. “Riley’s asleep.”
“So what? She’s watched us fuck before.”
“I don’t want to wake her up.”
“So be quiet.” She sank down on her knees and pulled my boxers down to my ankles. She was still in her sweatpants and tanktop from bed and as she kneeled down in front of me, I could see down her shirt. Her d-cup tits were pressed together in the tiny top, leaving a slit of cleavage that made my cock swell just from looking at it. “Mmm.” I heard Izzy hum, then I watched her go down on me, sliding her mouth around my cock.
“Unh.” I groaned, trying to keep my voice down. Izzy kept gliding down my shaft until her lips were wrapped around the base. Out of habit, I dug my hands into her hair and pulled her down until I felt her nose press against my skin and the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I felt her gag, then I let her back up for air. She pulled off me and wiped a line of spit off her mouth.
“You know, I shouldn’t even help you out… ” Izzy said, wrapping her hand around my my dick. “I should be pissed that you didn’t come fuck me last night.” She growled, squeezing my dick hard enough that I winced from the pain. Crap. I’d known this was coming. “But I guess even I’d want special treatment on my birthday.” Izzy added, glancing at Riley with what almost looked like love. “You can bet you’ll be paying me back later though…” Izzy said, looking back at me. “-with interest.” Then Izzy started sliding her hand up and down my dick, using her spit as a lubricant.
“Unh. Okay.” I moaned as she ran her tongue along my head.
“Okay what?” Izzy taunted me, suddenly pumping her hand up and down my cock and flicking her tongue along the head.
“Okay, Izzy, I’ll pay you back.”
“And no complaining… no matter how rough it gets.” She added. I started to say, ‘I promise,’ but the words were lost as I felt her mouth slide down my cock again. Within a few seconds, I was pumping into her mouth as her hands grabbed my ass, forcing me forward again and again. Looking down at her, it was easy to see how any man could have a hard time saying no to her. With her short black hair and green eyes, just looking at her was entrancing and her arms were plump, but firm and sculpted. She had smooth, creamy skin that was pale from being indoors so much and her complexion only made her even sexier because it went so well with her hair. And then there her boobs, her enormous, supple, perfectly shaped tits. As Izzy slid her lips back on my cock, I could a glimpse of them through her top and then as she slid back down my shaft, I felt her chest press against my thighs.
“Izzy…” I moaned. She ignored me and ran her tongue around my head, trying me wild and making my hips buck. “Izzy.” I repeated, with a little bit more control. Izzy pulled her head back, licked her lips, then looked up, giving me a sultry stare,
“Yes, little brother?”
“Let me fuck your tits.” I asked quietly, practically begging with my eyes.
“No.” She smiled up at me wickedly, then I remembered that dealing with Izzy was different from Riley. I bent down and wrapped my hand around her chin, digging in just enough to make it a little painful.
“Isabel, fuck me with your tits.”
“No.”
“Right now!” I ordered her, louder than I meant to be. I reached down with my other hand, grabbed her tank top, and yanked it up, exposing her tits. Now that she’d been harassed enough, Izzy pulled off her top, fully exposing her chest, and leaving her naked from the waist up. Then she craned her head forward a few inches, tucked her chin down, and opened her mouth. The tip of her tongue protruded over her lips and she looked up at me with her green as spit flowed down her tongue, then dripped down between her tits. My cock was going wild at this point, practically screaming to be between those mountains of flesh. From the way Izzy’s nipples were puffed up and hard, I could tell she was into it too.
Once her tits had received an ample helping of saliva, Izzy pulled her tongue back into her mouth and placed a hand under each of her tits, then rubbed them together, spreading her saliva around and slicking up her cleavage. Ready, she walked towards me on her knees, then pressed my head to her lips and sucked down my shaft one more time, relubricating my cock. Now that my dick and her dick were both soaking wet, Izzy took hold of my dick and pressed it between her tits as she came forward. Once I touched her chest, she hunched her shoulder forward, pressing her boobs together as much as she could. It felt so warm and soft, I thought my dick would melt. When she knew I was trapped in her cleavage, Izzy let go of the bottom of my shaft and pressed herself against me as she brought her hands up to her tits again, When she had them cupped in her hands again, she pushed her boobs together and I groaned from the pleasure.
“Fuuuuck, Izzy.” I said as my head went back. I looked down and saw Izzy grin, then she pursed her lips and mouthed,
“Shh.” I swallowed, trying to control myself as Izzy started moving her tits up and down, titty fucking me. Her tits bounced up and down my shaft, with Izzy keeping them pressed together so tightly that her nipples were almost touching. I looked down in awe as her tits rippled and bubbled around my cock, my head disappearing into the crevice and then reemerging from her cleavage pussy.
“Does that feel good, Max?” Izzy asked, her voice thick with arousal.
“Yesss…” I groaned, my head getting light and my cheeks burning. It felt incredible.
“How ’bout this?” I watched as Izzy wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, then swirled her tongue around it as she rubbed her boobs along the shaft.
“Oh, god… Izzy, that feels so good… if you keep doing that… I’m gonna…” She started moving her tits even faster and I felt her tongue press against the tip of my head, her lips wrapped hot around the bottom. “I’m gonna cum, Izzy!” I choked out, barely able to keep my voice down. Izzy lifted her head to see my expression and kept her tits pressed together. My hips were bucking so hard, she didn’t have to move them at this point. I felt the irresistible feeling race up my cock and I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached forward and grabbed Izzy’s boobs, mashing them together as I thrust into her as fast I could.
“UNH!” I yelled as I felt the first wave of cum shoot up. It splattered on Izzy’s chin and ran down her throat, before pooling into her chest. I was still cumming when I suddenly heard Mom call up the stairs.
“Izzy, I told you get the others! Breakfast is ready!” Mom yelled.
“Sorry! Max is cumming!” Izzy yelled back to the door, smiling as another shot of cum landed on the side of her face. When I finally stopped cumming, Izzy’s face and chest were coated with my cum. She looked up at me, her skin practically glowing with satisfaction. She stood up, walked over to my tissue box, and pulled out a clump of tissues. It seemed like it took half the box, but she finally cleaned all the cum off, then pulled one more out, walked back over to me and wiped my body off as she sucked my dick clean. “Remember, no complaining later.” She said, then she stood up and chucked the tissue into my garbage can with all the others. All clean, she walked over to the door.
“Oh,” She added, looking back at me as I sank down against my bed. “Breakfast is ready.” Izzy smirked at me, then opened the door and walked out. I pulled my boxers back up, covering my now flaccid dick, then I collapsed onto the bed.
“Mmm. ‘Morning.” Riley whispered as she stirred beside me. Turning over, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. “Did you sleep well, Max?”
“Yeah.” I replied, looking deep into RIley’s eyes. “It felt so good sleeping with you.” I added, then kissed her lips lightly.
“Well..” Riley ran her teeth over her lower lip. “Would you like to sleep with me right now?” She slid her hand down my body until she reached my waistband. I caught her wrist and she looked back up at me, surprised and disappointed.
“I do want to, but Mom’s got breakfast ready downstairs. Izzy just came upstairs to get us. And if we don’t go down…”
“Ass kicking central. Got it.” Riley leaned forward and kissed me again. Feeling her lips pressed against mine, I deepened the kiss, then we both realized we had morning breath. “Egh. Gross.” Riley gagged, sitting up.
“I guess we’ll save the birthday kisses for later, okay?” I said, sliding off the bed.
“MAX!” Someone called up. When Mom and Izzy raised their voice, they sounded almost identical.
“Coming!” I yelled back.
“Still?” Was the snarky reply- definitely Izzy. I found a comfy shirt in my closet and pulled it on, then I followed Riley downstairs. When I rounded the corner to the kitchen, the sight almost took my breath away. There was a table covered in food- homemade, fresh food. There were three stacks of pancakes in the center of the table, a bowl of fruit, a whipped cream dispenser, two types of syrup, a plate of bacon that looked like it had just come out of the pan, sausage, and even a bowl of scrambled eggs. Mom had even set out our glasses and a carton of orange juice. Seated around the morning feast were four beautiful women, still wearing what I’d seen them in at three in the morning. For a kid who was used to doing all the cooking and getting the crap taken out of him on a daily basis, it felt surreal.
“Come on, Max. We’re waiting on you.” Mom said, looking at me.
“Oh! Yeah, sorry.”
I pulled my chair out and sat down, then we started passing the food around. “We can still go out for dinner tonight like we planned.” Mom said, looking at Riley. “But I woke up and thought you might like a homemade breakfast.” She added as we sent around the eggs and bacon and sausage.
“Yeah, Mom. This is incredible. Max usually just makes toast and cereal.” Riley replied, still looking at the food in astonishment.
“Uh-huh. And what do the rest of you make?” Mom cocked an eyebrow and smirked. All three of my sisters suddenly found things to glance at that weren’t our mom. Mom gave a small laugh, then used her fork to point at the stacks of pancakes.
“I made enough of each for you guys to have whatever kind you want. I know Riley’s favorite is blueberry, so I did a stack of those. These are banana-chocolate chip like Izzy likes and then I made a plain stack for Ashley and me.” My sisters started helping themselves. After they were finished, Mom looked at me.
“What kind do you want, Max?” Mom asked. “Blueberry, chocolate chip, or plain?” I could feel all three of my sisters staring at me, waiting for me to make a decision, but I kept my eyes on the pancakes.
“Um, could I have one of each?” I asked, going for the diplomatic answer. Mom gave me a pancake from each of the stacks, put two plain ones on her own plate, then we started eating. It was really good- even better because I wasn’t the one who had to cook it. Mom asked us how school had been. Riley told her about the AP classes she was taking and Ashley gave her a summary of her soccer team’s season so far. They’d played well, especially Ashley, but if they didn’t win their next two games, they wouldn’t make it to States. I told her that my classes were going alright, which was mostly true, and that I really liked my art class. Mr. Edwards was really cool and Gene modelling for me after school was really helpful. I thought I saw a jealous frown pass over Izzy’s face when I mentioned Gene, so I moved on as quickly as I could.
“What about you, Izzy? What have you been doing?”
“Oh, y’know, watching the house, taking Max to school, that kind of thing.” Izzy replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
“You didn’t take any classes this semester?”
“Uh, no. Not this time.”
“Where are you working?”
“I’m, uh, still looking.” Izzy replied, looking at Mom for a second, then glancing back down at her plate. I felt bad for her. I mean, it was Izzy’s fault that she didn’t have a job and that she hadn’t even tried at the classes she’d taken at the community college nearby, but you could see she was embarrassed. Riley was taking a bunch of AP classes, Ashley was the star on her team, and even I was doing well at Art, but Izzy didn’t have a single thing to show Mom, nothing to make her proud.
“What about that job I got you at Rite-Mart?” Mom asked. Izzy practically blanched. I remembered the day she’d come home after being fired or quitting- either way, she didn’t have a job after that and I had a bruise on my shoulder for two weeks.
“It didn’t work out…” Izzy replied quietly. Everyone who worked at Rite-Mart had to wear these stupid looking vests and a bow-tie… you could hardly blame Izzy for not wanting to work there. Mom started asking Izzy where she’d applied recently and I could see Izzy was getting angry, she was like a cornered animal who was trying to get away, but if Mom kept poking her, she was about to snap.
“So, what do you want to do for your birthday?” I asked Riley, cutting into the conversation.
“Huh?” Riley asked, surprised.
“Y’know, it is your birthday and we have the day off. What do you want to do?”
“Um,” Riley paused for a moment, thinking. “It is really nice out today. I’d really like to go on a bike ride, maybe ride out to Langley Park.”
“That sounds like fun! We can all go.” Ashley said suddenly, she loved being outdoors. Riley and I both looked at her. Neither of us were very eager to spend the day with Ashley.
“Actually, I was thinking it would be just me and Max.” Riley replied, her voice tinged with animosity.
“What?! That’s not-” Ashley started, but Mom cut her off by putting her hand on Ashley’s shoulder.
“I wanted to do some shopping anyways. You and I will have some mother-daughter time.”
“Wait- what about me? Am I just home alone?” Izzy added, confused.
“You’re going to go job hunting, Isabel.” Mom said, giving Izzy a look. Izzy clenched her hands, balling them up into fists. Mom stared at her and Izzy stared right back. I guess most people say their eyes were shooting daggers, but with Mom and Izzy, it was more like claymores.
“Fine.” Izzy said finally.
“Good. Then we can all meet back here at six for dinner. Think about where you want to go, okay, Riley?”
“Sure, Mom.” The rest of breakfast was pretty quiet. Izzy ate quickly, then stormed off, hot under the collar. Ashley still seemed disappointed that she didn’t get to spend the day with us- with me, I guess, but Riley and Mom stayed upbeat and I tried to help out. After everyone was finished, I told Mom I’d do the dishes since she cooked and she, Ashley, and Riley went upstairs to shower and get ready to go out. I’d been so used to do doing the dishes and being alone that washing everything was actually pretty relaxing. When I’d finished, I started the washing machine, then I headed upstairs to shower off as well.
After opening the door to my bathroom, I pulled the my shower curtain out of the way and started the water. I pulled the curtain back to keep the water in and turned on the fan so it didn’t get too steamy, then I walked out of the bathroom to give the water time to heat up. I sat down at my desk and filled in a few answers that I knew off the top of my head for my history homework, then I headed back to the bathroom after I figured I’d given the water enough time to warm up.
I could feel the heat as soon as I opened the door. I hung the towel I’d grabbed on the door behind me then started undressing. Once I was naked, I walked over to the shower, pulled the curtains open, and stepped in at the end away from the shower head. I closed the curtain behind me and looked up.
When I saw her, I almost yelled, but somehow I managed to keep myself quiet. Izzy was standing under the water, facing me. Her hair was drenched and hung over her face in wet tangles. The shower poured over her from behind, sending rivulets of water running down her body, highlighting her ample curves. I couldn’t stop staring at the way the water cascaded over her shoulders, down between her breasts and then down her body. I could barely see Izzy’s eyes through her hair. Beads of water clung to her parted lips, little pants escaping from between them.
“I-Izzy?” I asked. Suddenly, she raised her arms up and stepped toward me. Her right hand slid around my head and grabbed my hair, then she pulled my face to her lips, yanking on my hair.
“Agh!” I yelled, muffled by the kiss, but Izzy ignored me, only shoving her lips against mine even harder. She pressed her glistening body against mine and wrapped her fingers around my left wrist, then brought my hand down between her legs. Her tongue was so deep in my mouth, I could barely breath, but the kiss was so forceful and the feeling of Izzy’s pussy getting wet against my hand, that I couldn’t stop. I felt Izzy wrap her hand around my dick and milk it till I was rock hard. When I finally had to break apart for air, Izzy attacked my neck, sucking down on my throat and leaving me moaning against the shower wall. Suddenly, I felt a stinging pain and realized Izzy had bitten me, breaking the skin on my shoulder.
“Ow! Izzy, that hurts!” I yelled, pulling my fingers away from her pussy and trying to push her away. She grabbed both of my arms and clamped one of her hands around my wrists, then she started sucking and biting her way down my body, leaving a trail of hickeys that stood out in red relief against my body. Pain and pleasure were being mixed together and I couldn’t tell if I was enjoying what was happening any more. But my dick was still rock hard and as reached it, she wrapped her free hand around it and squeezed it till I grunted in pain. Simultaneously, she sucked down on the sensitive skin beside my dick. I squirmed and pulled, trying to get free, but Izzy kept a steel grip on my wrists. As Izzy sucked and pulled on my skin, I moaned in pain and pleasure until finally Izzy released the spot, revealing an already purple spot the size of a large bottle-cap.
“Izzy, what the hell are you doing?!” I asked, finally able to speak coherently.
“Shut up.” Izzy snapped back. “Fuck me.” She spread her legs and pulled my dick towards her pussy.
“No.” I said as she pressed my head against her entrance. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this.”
“WHAP!” My head whipped to the side and the right side of my face felt like it was on fire. Izzy had just belted me across the face.
“Izzy, what fucking fuck?! I don’t want it like this!”
“You don’t get a fucking choice, Max!” Izzy yelled back, then she slapped me again, sending me staggering over the slippery floor. As I stood up, wiping a trickle of blood from my lip, I realized my hands were free now and I was sick of her shit. I looked at Izzy for a second, then I grabbed her arms just under the shoulder and shoved her against the wall.
“You know what? You want me to fuck you? Fine.” I pressed my dick against her pussy, then slammed all of my length into her in one thrust. With the water washing away her cum and no prior thrusts to warm up, the sensation was rough and painful. We both let out a grunt of pain, but I was determined to pay Izzy back for the slap. I started pounding Izzy as hard as I could, not even trying to make it feel good for either of us. I wanted her to hurt. She tried to lean forward to kiss me, but I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat, then I pushed her head against the shower wall.
“Unh!” She grunted, either from me thrusting into her or her head hitting the wall. As we fucked, I kept my hand pressed against her throat, hard enough to keep her from moving and maybe even to make it hard to breathe. Against my will, the thrusts were starting to feel better and better and I could feel Izzy nails going down my back, raking long red lines as she writhed under me. I reached down with my other hand and grabbed Izzy’s leg, lifted it up and held her thigh up in the air, making it easier for me to thrust in and out of her pussy all the way. Every thrust felt better than the last one and I lifted Izzy’s leg higher and pressed down harder on her throat. Izzy reached up and grabbed my wrists, trying to pull my hand off her throat, but I only responded by fucking her harder.
I could feel I was getting close and as I looked at Izzy, her legs were shaking and she was moaning as much as she could with my hand around her throat. Her tits bounced up and down with every thrust and I felt my balls twitch as Izzy’s back started arching.
“Take it!” I yelled, burying my dick in Izzy’s pussy. “Take every last drop!” For the next thirty seconds, Izzy’s body shook and quivered as I unloaded inside her. When I’d deposited every drop of cum in her pussy, I pulled out and walked forward, intending to use what little hot water was left to clean myself off. Just as I felt the soothing heat splash against my chest, something grabbed me. I felt Izzy’s hands on my hips, then she spun me around. Before I knew what was happening, my dick was in her mouth and she was sucking on it like her life depended on it.
“Izzy, I just came!” I yelled, even though I knew it wouldn’t do any good. As Izzy suck my dick, I felt myself getting swelling up again, but no matter what Izzy did, I wouldn’t get hard. Frustrated, Izzy growled, sending vibrations through my dick, then I felt her hand snake around my ass.
“Wait, what are you doing?!” I asked when I felt her finger pressing against my asshole.
“Just relax, Max.” Izzy leered up at me, pulling off my dick for a second, then diving back down. As her lips engulfed my head again, I felt her finger tip press against me and my whole body constricted. Izzy tried pushing again, but I squirmed away from her touch. She pulled her hand away and I relaxed, letting her suck my cock. I looked down and saw Izzy fingering herself. I closed my eyes for a second and enjoyed the sensation of every part of my body being warm- the hot water was splashing against my back and Izzy’s mouth was wrapped around my dick.
“OHH!” I yelled out suddenly. All at once, I felt Izzy’s finger slide into my asshole. There was a twinge of pain, but I couldn’t get free and… I didn’t want to. It felt good. Izzy started pulling her finger out, then she slid it back in and I felt my cock hardening inside her mouth. I moaned as Izzy kept sucking and while I let myself be washed away in the sensation of my oldest sister pleasure me, I figured out what had happened. Izzy had fingered herself to get her finger coated with her cum, then, while I was relaxed, she’d pushed in all at once. When my dick was as hard as stone again, Izzy pulled off my dick suddenly and slid her finger out of my asshole.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” She grinned at me. Before I could muster up a reply, Izzy turned around and bent over, planting her hands against the shower wall and pushing her ass out towards me. Taking the hint, I grabbed my dick and guided it to her glistening slit, then I pushed in. I felt Izzy tighten around me as I filled her cunt and once I was all the way in, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her.
“Harder! You fuck like third grader!” Izzy growled at me, turning her head. Damn it! She was really determined to piss me off. Getting angry, I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark the shape of my hand, then I slammed my dick into my sister so hard, she almost slipped on the wet floor. I kept pounding her cunt, smacking her ass when she needed it. When Izzy started moaning and I could tell she was about to cum, I leaned forward and grabbed her tits, fondling them and tweaking her nipples as I fucked her to orgasm. When she was finished cumming, I kept thrusting, but felt myself getting softer, so I figured we’d stop. Izzy wasn’t having that. She reached her arm around behind me and pushed into my asshole again.
For some reason, the idea of my big sister being inside me, almost like a part of me, was so sexy, I felt myself start to get harder. Then she started rubbing inside me, her finger gliding in and out, as I kept giving her small thrusts and within a minute, I was raring to go. I reached behind me and and grabbed her wrist, then pulled her hand away, slightly sad to feel her pull out, then I guided her hand down to her pussy. As Izzy started rubbing her clit, I started fucking her hard again, pulling out until only the tip of my head was still inside her, then pushing back into her and filling her pussy in one plunge. I looked down as we kept fucking and I watched my dick slide in and out of Izzy, then I had a thought. It was time for revenge.
I reached down and started fingering Izzy’s clit beside her. She moaned at the sensation of both of us rubbing against it, but when my hand was coated with her cum, I brought my finger up and slid it into her asshole.
“Shiiiit.” Izzy whined, dropping her head down. When I felt her asshole loosen just a little, I started sliding my finger in and out of her as I kept pumping my dick into her pussy. “Shit, Max. That feels so good!” Izzy grunted out. My only response was to go even faster. Before long, my dick was flying in and out of her pussy and I felt my second orgasm about to erupt. I pulled my finger out of Izzy’s ass, then slid two in, stretching her asshole around them. As Izzy felt her insides move to accommodate my fingers, I picked up the pace, burying my dick in her as fast as I could.
“Shit, shit, shit. Max, you’re gonna make me cum!”
“Not till you make me cum!”
“Shit, yes, Max! Fuck me till you cum! Use my body!” Ready to unload in her, I pulled my fingers out of her ass and grabbed her hips with both hands, digging my finger into her, then I pumped Izzy as fast as I could, fucking her like a wild animal.
“I’m about to cum!”
“Yes, Cum! Oh, god, I’m cumming!” Izzy yelled, then I felt her pussy clamp down on cock, sending me over the edge. I started cumming inside her and kept thrusting in and out, prolonging the feeling as long as possible. Needless to say, when I finally got to shower off, all the hot water was gone.
Izzy sat on the edge of the bathtub while I showered. Once I was clean, she took her turn while I toweled off. Once I was dry, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Holy shit, Izzy! Really?!” I yelled into the shower, pointing to my body. There were more than a half dozen hickeys going down from my shoulder to my groin and there were scratches going down my back like I’d decided to go diving into thorn bushes. And my ass was a little sore…
When I’d finished getting clean, I slipped into my room as quickly and quietly as possible, trying to go undetected. I just had enough time to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved t-shirt before Riley walked in. There was no reason for her to think Izzy and I weren’t having sex, but somehow, I didn’t think the sight of my body covered in marks that weren’t hers would make her very happy.
“You ready? Sorry I took so long getting ready.” Riley said, toeing the ground and rocking her heel back and forth as she clasped her hands behind her back. It was adorable and she looked beautiful. She had on a pair of orange short-shorts that hugged her backside nicely, a white t-shirt with a matching orange stripe going across her chest, and she’d put her hair up and tied it with an orange ribbon. She was also a pair of running shoes since we were going riding, but she’d also put on make-up- more than usual and it looked amazing. She had added just a touch of glittery eye-shadow and mascara and little lip glass. Riley was already, but right then she was-
“Wow.” Was all I could say. Riley smiled and looked down at the ground, pleased but a little bashful. I walked forward and I laid my hands on her hips gently, then I pressed her against me and kissed her.
“You ready to go?” I asked.
“Yeah, just let me grab my bag.” Riley smiled, then she ran off to get it. While she did that, I grabbed my own bag, put my phone and the couple things I might need in it, then slung it over my shoulders. Once I pulled on my shoes, I walked out and opened the bathroom door. When it was open just a crack, I saw Izzy standing with the towel in her hands, half raised over her body. She seemed kind of dazed and out of it, but when I opened the door the rest of the way, she snapped out of it and smirked at me.
“What are you doing, perv? Spying on your big sister while she’s in the shower?”
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you too.” I quipped at her, giving her a grin of my own.
“What’d you say?” She said, her voice tinged with either real or play anger. I didn’t want either one directed at me.
“Love you too!” I exclaimed, shutting the door. “Bye!” I called through the closed door, then Riley came down the stairs and we headed down to the ground floor. We found Mom and Ashley talking downstairs and told them bye. Ashley still looked disappointed that she couldn’t come, but that’s what happens when you go around cheating on people.
“Be thinking about where you want to eat dinner!” Mom called out as we headed into the garage.
“Got it!” Riley called back as she shut the door.
We took our bikes down from the racks on the wall of the garage, but my bike was too small for me now, so I grabbed Izzy’s instead. After I lowered the seat a little, it worked fine. We headed out into the warm sunlight and coasted down the driveway.
“So, to Langley?” I asked, looking at Riley. She nodded, then kicked off and started pedaling. I followed after her and for the next fifteen minutes, we biked to the park, enjoying the feeling of the sun and win on our faces. We didn’t talk much on the way there except to say when to turn or stop. It was nice though. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d just done something fun with Riley.
When we got to the park, we locked our bikes at a rack, then we found a picnic table in the sun to sit at and rest our legs. Once we’d recuperated, we went a walk through the park, up in the wooded hill part of the park, then back down by the community center with the flowers outside and then back around to the grass field. While we walked, Riley asked me how I was feeling. She actually seemed to genuinely care about the situation with Ashley even though she was still mad at Ashley.
“What about Gene? I haven’t seen her much since, um, that day.” Riley said, making us both think of the afternoon I’d taken Riley’s virginity in a classroom as part of a bet.
“She’s fine. She modeled for me yesterday. Izzy modeled for me too, but working with Izzy is always…”
“Like playing with fire?”
“Sharp, acid-coated fire.” I added, then I asked Riley where she was looking at going to college. She listed several in the area and told me she really wanted to apply to at least one Ivy League school, just as a stretch.
“I just want to see if I can get in.” She said as we paused by the community center to admire a patch of daffodils. They were yellow with orange centers. After checking to make sure no one was looking, I bent down and plucked one, breaking it off with about four inches of stem. I pulled off the leaves, then turned to Riley.
“For you.” I said, smiling and holding the flower out.
“You’re not supposed to pick them!” She said, trying to chastise me, but she took the flower and slid it into her hair, just over her right ear. When we got back to the field, I told Riley I had a surprise for her.
“What is it?” She asked.
“I’ll give it you, but you have to close your eyes first.” I replied. Once Riley had closed her eyes, I led her over to a nice spot in the grass and had her lie down, then I sat down a few feet away from her and pulled out my sketchbook and pencils from my bag. “Okay, you can open your eyes.” I said.
“A notebook?” Riley gave me a confused look.
“I want to draw you.” Riley blushed a little, but she didn’t argue. She seemed a little nervous and kept trying to fix her hair when the breeze moved it, but she did pretty well holding still while I worked. After about twenty minutes, I had most of the drawing done and after a few more minutes, I’d finished touching everything up and I was actually really pleased with it.
“There. This is for you. Happy Birthday.” I turned the pad around and handed it to Riley after she sat up. The drawing showed her on her side, her head resting on her hand, propped up on her elbow, her hair blowing just a little with the breeze and the daffodil resting in her hair. With the sunlight coming down on her, she looked beautiful- just like she was supposed to.
“Oh my god, Max…” Riley said, staring at the picture so intently I was worried I’d made some major mistake and hadn’t caught it. “This is so beautiful.” She looked up at me and I could tell she’d really liked it. “The line work is really clean and I like the shadows.. it’s almost like an Impressionist piece.”
“Uh, thanks.” I said. I only kinda knew what Impressionism was. We hadn’t really covered that in school yet. Riley set the pad down on the grass, then crawled over to me and pulled me in for a kiss. We were in public, so we shouldn’t have done it, but the odds of someone who knew us seeing us were pretty low, so I kissed her back and enjoyed the soft pressure of her lips on mine.
“I love you, Max.” Riley said after we broke apart.
“I love you too, Riley.” Riley smiled and picked up the sketchpad, then flipped it closed so that nothing would get on the drawing. For the rest of the afternoon, we talked in the sun, went on another walk, and Riley had brought a Frisbee, so we threw that around for a half an hour or so. It was the most fun I could remember having with any of my sisters in a long, long time. And for once, there was no sex, just me and her, enjoying eachother’s company. Okay- we did kiss and while we were in the woods, we did get a little caught up and start feeling each other, but for the most part, it was just us. And that was nice.
When it was about four thirty, Riley said she was getting hungry and I was too, but we knew we’d have dinner when we got home around six, so we decided to bike over to Charles’ Creamery. Charles’ was an old style ice-cream place. They only had like three flavors, but that was all you needed. Riley and I sat outside and ate our icecream cones while we watched cars go by. When we’d finished, we decided to take an alternate way home. It was only five, but by the time we got home, it’d be close to five thirty, so we weren’t missing out on that much time together.
Riley and I started pedaling back, but when we were biking by this gravel parking lot beside a closed down store, I looked over and saw Izzy’s car parked in the back.
“Riley!” I yelled ahead of me. She stopped and we looked over at the car. It was definitely Izzy’s. We got off our bikes and walked them towards the car.
“She’s crying.” Riley said suddenly, coming to a stop. We coming at the car from behind, but when I leaned to the side, I could just barely see Izzy face.
“You’re right.” I said softly. “Should we check on her?”
“Y-yeah, I guess so.” This was weird. I didn’t think either of us could remember Izzy ever crying… ever. We walked up to the car and when we were a few feet away, I could see Izzy suddenly hear us coming. She started wiping her face off as we leaned our bikes against the car. I opened the passenger door and looked in on her.
“Hey, how’s the job hunt going?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but caring at the same time.
“Oh, you know… all the jobs they have are the shitty ones working at Taco Bell or whatever.” Izzy said, her voice still a little choked up and her eyes red.
“You mind if we hang out with you for a minute?” I asked, then slid in the car before Izzy could say no. Riley climbed into the back seat, and leaned forward between the seats so that she was up with us. For a minute, we were all quiet.
“So… um… Izzy, are you okay?” I asked, breaking the silence. For a second, Izzy took on an expression that made me think she was going to be typical Izzy and box my shoulder or make a crude remark, maybe even Izzy thought that, but then the energy just drained out of her face.
“Yeah. I’m fine.” She said, sinking back against the seat.
“What happened?”
“No one would hire me.”
“Well, I guess you could always do a little time at Taco Bell and then move up.”
“Taco Bell didn’t even want me.”
“What? Why not?”
“No experience. Everyone my age is either in school or has already worked plenty of places. Places like Taco Bell can find people who they don’t even have to train. And I mean, if I don’t have any experience, how am I supposed to start anywhere? And Mom wants me to go back to school… like I can do that.”
“Why not?”
“Everyone would just make fun of me. I remember when I had to drop out before. You guys thought I was so fucking lazy.”
“You didn’t ever study, Izzy!”
“Fuck you. I did study. I studied a lot at first and I still got a C on my first test… I got a C on the test for Chapter 1. I felt like a retard. I tried to do better, but…” Izzy’s voice started sounding upset and so she shut up. After a second, she tried talking again. “I’m not smart like you two… and I’m not athletic like Ashley… I can’t… I can’t do anything.” Izzy let out a sob and tears started falling down her cheeks. “I’m just a fucking failure.” She started crying and was so ashamed of herself for showing her feelings, she slammed her fist into the steering wheel, honking the horn accidentally. That just made it worse, Izzy hunched over and kept crying. Riley and I looked at eachother, then Riley reached out and started rubbing Izzy’s back.
“You’re not a failure. So what if you took a couple years off? Plenty of people do that.”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t find a job and I’m too fucking stupid to go to school.”
“You’re not too stupid to go to school.” Riley said firmly.
“And you could always get a job as a lingerie model.” I suggested. Riley gave me a look that was half disbelief and half irritation, but I hadn’t meant anything bad by it. “I’m serious.” I continued. “You’re like six feet tall, you have natural, um, really nice double D breasts, long legs, and green eyes. I think most women would kill for a body like yours. That’s exactly what modelling agencies want. You’re beautiful.”
“R-really?” Izzy asked, sitting up. “I actually kind of think I’d like that.” I could actually picture Izzy enjoying all the attention from photographers or people watching her on a runway. She’d definitely enjoy basking in the glory of seeing herself on billboards or in a magazine. I definitely wasn’t stupid enough to suggest that she could find work appearing in other magazines.
“And besides all that, you’re a good big sister and we love you.”Riley added, and I almost gave her a look that would have sent Izzy sobbing again… or she would’ve just murdered me. I mean, I did love Izzy, but good big sister…
Riley caught my expression and frowned at me. “No, really. Izzy wasn’t perfect, but how many times did you get picked on?”
“Like fifty times a day! What house did you grow up in?!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“No. At school.”
“Oh, just like, twice.”
“And why is that?” Ohhh. I saw where she was going with this.
“Because Izzy kicked the crap out of them.” She had said it was only because she was the only person allowed to beat me up, but still, Izzy had thrashed Stevey Horneman when I was in sixth grade.
“We love you, Izzy. It’s going to be okay.” Riley said, then she gave Izzy a hug.
“Promise.” I added, then I wrapped my arms around both of them. When we let go, Izzy looked into my eyes.
“Thank you, Max.” She laid her hand on my cheek, one of the few times she’d touched me gently in her life. I could tell she wanted to kiss me and I glanced at Riley. Riley nodded. It was okay. I kissed Izzy, then kissed her again on the forehead. “I love you, Max.” Izzy said quietly. I almost didn’t trust my own ears. She really did have a good side to her.
“I- I love you too, Izzy.” I said, sinking back down onto the passenger seat.
“Thanks, Riley.” Izzy told Riley, then she moved forward. My eyes went wide- then Izzy’s and Riley’s did too. Izzy had just kissed Riley- on the lips!
“Uh!” Izzy said, pulling back suddenly. “I, uh, sorry, I got… wires crossed.” I looked at Riley, she was blushing and seemed a little freaked out. Amused, I smiled at her and Riley looked at me, then her face took on this surreally calm expression. She leaned forward, cupped her palm around Izzy’s cheek, then she pressed her lips against Izzy’s. This wasn’t a a little peck. It was the same kind of kiss she gave me. I watched Riley throat move and realized her tongue was moving, then Izzy pulled back.
“The fuck are you doing?!” Izzy yelled. Was she- Izzy- blushing? This day was getting weirder by the second.
“I love you too, Izzy.”
“Uh-huh… and apparently you’re a little bi-curious.”
“Oh, come off it. You’re the one who offered to teach me about masturbating, who offered to show me, then wanted to watch to make sure I did it right. And who taught me about kissing?” Oh, dear God, what had been happening on the third floor while I was growing up?!
“We were just-” Izzy started, but Riley cut her off with another kiss, pressing her tongue into Izzy’s mouth and this time, Izzy started kissing her back. As amazing as it was to watch, I finally cut it off.
“Um, what the hell?” I said, Izzy and Riley broke apart, then they looked at me.
“Do you not like watching your sisters make out?” Riley asked playfully.
“No, it’s not that… it’s just, uh…” I didn’t even know what I was trying to say. Riley leaned forward and brought her lips to my ear.
“Max, what’s the better option? The three of us being together or Izzy and I fighting over you and you probably wind up torn in half.” Every so often, Riley really proved why she was the smart one. I turned my head and caught her in a kiss, pressing tongue between her lips and finding hers. It was a little weird knowing that some of her spit was Izzy’s, but at the same time, it was kind of arousing. While I was kissing Riley, I suddenly felt another pair of lips on my throat.
“Unhhh.” I groaned as I felt Izzy’s tongue slide across my skin. Riley kept kissing me as Izzy played along my neck. I felt my head getting light it felt so good, but finally, Riley and Izzy pulled back.
“Do you want your birthday present now?” Izzy asked Riley.
“What- now?”
“Yep. If you ask real nice, I think you could convince me to share Max with you.”
“Like I need your permission. I think Max is more mine than yours right now.” Riley said, a slight edge in her teasing.
“Oh, really?” Izzy said, cocking an eyebrow, her natural Izzy swagger back. She reached forward and grabbed my t-shirt, then yanked it up, exposing my hickey splattered body. Riley’s eyes went wide as she looked at me, then she looked back at Izzy.
“Okay, deal. Now…” Riley turned her eyes back to me. “Maybe you and I could play with my birthday present?” She ran her teeth over her lower lip again and Izzy responded by unfastening her seat belt. She crawled into the backseat with Riley and sat down.
“You know, you’re not a half-bad little sister.” Izzy said, smiling at Riley, then she leaned forward and I watched my sisters’ lips press together, melding into one mass of pink on pink. Riley’s hands started caressing Izzy’s body and I watched as my sister started doing things that I’d only done before. Izzy’s more experienced finger went right for Riley’s shorts. She found the bow keeping them tied, pulled it loose, then slid her hand into Riley’s short.
“Ohhh.” Riley moaned, arching her head back. I felt my cock twitching in my shorts and I had to admit that watching my sisters play with each other might’ve been the hottest thing I’d seen in my short life. Riley pulled Izzy’s shirt off, exposing her bra cupped tits. That was it. I pulled off my shirt and started undressing as my sister’s did the same to one another. When we were all down to our underwear, Riley and Izzy looked at me.
“What are you waiting for, Max?” Izzy asked.
“Come on.” Riley said, giving me a very inviting look. I crawled into the back and Izzy pulled my against her, her lips dragging across mine roughly while I felt Riley’s hands on my boxers, pulling them down. I brought my hands up and started fondling Izzy’s chest as we made out, then suddenly my eyes went wide as I felt Riley start sucking on my cock.
“Holy shit…” I thought to myself. it felt like my body was melting. With what little control I could muster, I pulled Izzy forward and found the clasp to her bra. After a little fumbling with the unfamiliar mechanism, I unhooked her bra and Izzy let it tumble off of her. Suddenly, Riley pulled off my dick, then pursed her lips and went down on me again, making me grunt loudly from the feeling. I turned my legs sideways so that Riley could reach me easier, but kept my chest towards Izzy and my hands on her massive, lingerie model tits.
“Unh! Izzy!” Riley moaned suddenly and I looked over to see that Izzy had pulled Riley’s panties down to her knees and had started fingering my sister. Riley’s long blonde hair hung over shoulders, partially obscuring her C cup tits from view, but I could see her starting to move her ass towards Izzy’s hand, trying to press Izzy’s finger into her pussy.
“Do you want to taste your sister, Max? Izzy asked, pulling out of Riley and offering me her glistening fingertips, wet with Riley’s cum. I couldn’t stop myself. I sucked the cum off them as Riley and Izzy watched, then I felt Riley’s lips wrap wrap around my dick again. As Izzy kept playing with Riley, I left one hand on Izzy’s breast and let my other hand slide down her body, under her thong, to her soaking wet cunt, still full of my cum from the morning. I slid my fingers down across her clit and Izzy moaned into my mouth, her hips gyrating as I started rubbing.
Within two minutes, we were all panting for more and moaning every time we were touched. Summoning all our will, we managed to break apart long enough to pull off the rest of our clothing, I kicked my boxers off and helped Riley out of her panties. When all three of us were completely naked, I sat down on the armrest and admired my two incredibly beautiful older sisters while they fixed their eyes on a certain part of my body.
“Max, open the armrest. There should be some lotion in there.” I did what Izzy told me and found a bottle of moisturizing skin lotion. I handed it to Izzy and opened the top, then squirted a massive dollop into Riley’s hands. She squeezed out another portion for herself, then the two looked at me hungrily. I knew what they wanted. I moved towards them, resting my knees on the seat cushion between them. I looked at Izzy’s glistening pussy, then at Riley’s. Izzy’s was waxed bare except for a small triangle of hair and it looked like Riley had shaved hers yesterday or the day before. They were both beautiful and I touched them at the same time. I felt my fingers slip into my older sisters and they moaned as the middle and ring finger on both my hands disappeared inside them , filling their cunts.
“Fuck yes.” Izzy moaned.
“Max…” Riley sighed, then they sat up enough to reach out and wrap their lotion coated hands around my dick.
“Unnnhhh.” I groaned. It felt amazing. Izzy squeezed the base of my shaft as Riley played with the head, then I started moving my fingers in and out of them and Riley and Izzy started milking my dick in response. The sensation of being in Riley and Izzy at the same time and knowing that I was making them both feel good simultaneously drove me wild. Within a few seconds, I was pumping my finger in and out of them at lightning speed. They kept jerking me off together and at the same time, I watched as their free hands went down to their pussies. They rubbed their clits as I fingered them. Soon, we were all moaning like crazy and the windows of Izzy’s car were completely fogged up.
“O-oh my God,” I moaned. “F-feels so good.”
“Yes! Yes!” Riley moaned with me. Izzy let out little cry as I fingered her g-spot.
“We need to cum. All of us.” She said, the stopped rubbing her pussy and grabbed the lotion from the side where she’d laid it. She squeezed it over my cock, coating her hand and Riley’s with creamy white lotion. When they started jerking me off again, I knew I only had seconds before I would cum. I buried my fingers in Izzy and Riley and fingered their g-spots as fast as I could, pushing them closer and closer to orgasm.
“Cum for me!” I yelled as their hands flew up and down my cock and rubbed their clits.
“Shit! Shit!” Izzy yelled.
“Don’t stop, Max! Don’t stop!” Riley moaned. Suddenly, I felt my cock start spurting and my sisters pussies clamped down on my fingers as they screamed and arched their backs
“CUMMING!!” We screamed at the same time. I watched as my cum shot out, landing on their hands and Izzy’s back seat. The girls shook as each wave of pleasure raced through them. I finished cumming first, then Riley, and Izzy finished last. She was spent afterwards she just slumped against the side of her car and shut her eyes. Suddenly, I heard a phone ringing.
“Shit!” I realized we hadn’t checked the time just as I jumped into the front seat and found Izzy’s phone. I tossed it to her.
“Hey, Mom!” Izzy said, trying to sound as though she hadn’t just cum seconds ago. “What- oh, sorry. What? No, no, no. There with me. Sorry. Yeah, we’re on our way home. Sorry, we got caught up talking. Okay. Bye.” I Izzy closed her phone, then slumped back against the car.
“-was mom… called you guys… we need head home…” She mumbled, half conscious.
“Crap. We left our phones outside in our bags didn’t we?” I said, looking at Riley.
“Ugghh.” Izzy groaned, sitting up. “Get dressed and I’ll meet you guys at the house. I’d give you a ride, but the bikes won’t fit in my car.” The three of us sluggishly put our clothes back on, then Izzy started her car, giving her windows time to de-fog. I glanced at the car’s clock. 6:20. No wonder Mom was calling. Once we were dressed, Riley and I told us Izzy we’d see her at the house. I kissed Izzy, then hopped on my bike, then Riley did the same thing. Riley kissing Izzy was something that was going to take some getting used to, but I thought I could learn to live with it.
“We’ll see you at the house!” I called out to Izzy as we got ready to pedal away.
“Okay! Oh, Mom said there were guests, so…” Izzy called back.
“Who?”
“Gene and Tiffany something?” Izzy said, raising her hand in an “I don’t know” gesture.
“Wait- Gene and her Mom at the house?!” I asked in disbelief. I glanced at Riley and seeing my expression, Izzy figured something was up too. Things were about to get very interesting… and very dangerous.

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Do I have to? Part two…

FOR IL-PAM, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!
Since I had sucked the big trucker’s cock it was all I could think about. It led to so my jerk sessions Remembering the taste of his salty cum, the spongy
head on my tongue, his wide meat between my lips, but most of all the amazing feeling of it throbbing and gushing his warm seed into my mouth. There is NO
sensation like that of a large cock cumming in your mouth. I went back several times hoping to get another taste over the course of the next two months. I
went home dissapointed each time. Didn’t know his number, and I never knew his name. That part killed me. A man ejaculated in my mouth, and I happily
swallowed everything he had to offer. And I never knew his name.
After a night of tanning in the nude, body hair removal, and doing squats at the gym left me horny. My girlfriend dug the whole male stripper look so much I
did that for her right down the the waxed eyebrows. No facial hair, about 7% bodyfat. She loved it. I am about 6′ 210lbs cut. Not very big, upper body wise
but I took after my mother’s side of the family and had thick thighs and a bubble butt. Showered and dressed at the gym. Thinking about felatio so much I
forgot to pack underwear. My thin black dress pants clung to my butt cheeks a little as I over lotioned.No matter. Made me feel naughty as childish as that
sounds. I went down the strip club AND HE WAS THERE! I sat right next to him and immediately started I guess, flirting with him? He wasn’t so receptive and
actually a little rude so I got up and sat all the way in the corner of the bar, inthe last seat. He joined me a few minutes later sliding past me into the
very last seat in the corner. We talked and I FINALLY learned his name, but didn’t seem at all interested in mine. His name was Greg. I noticed Greg’s big,
long bulge in his pants and stared at it. I wanted it soo bad! He noticed me staring at it and sort of fixed himself pointing it straight upward through his
thin sweat pants. Eventually I turned my attention to the stripper to the right. She was actually kinda hot! She had a Puerto Rican flag lower back tramp
stamp with hearts around it. Had that Jlo bubble butt thing happening too. Huge tits. For a minute I forgot about his large penis until he asked me if I was
ready. I got that weird-scared feeling in the pit of my stomach again. I was excited to take him in my mouth again! He stood up first and pushed his chair in
all the way. I stood up also and he motioned for me to go first. It was a tight squeeze. He leaned up against the wall while I tried to slide past. When I
got to be directly in front of him I felt his hard-on on my ass cheek. I had to sort of lean forward over his chair to create room. “Wait.” He said. “Stay
right here”. I felt his hands immediately on hips. His pole also found its way in my crack. He pulled me back into him and I started to straighten up a
little. “No stay just like that” he directed. I was slightly bent over the back of his chair when he started to grind himself against me. What was he doing?
It felt good, but this was not what I was expecting at all. We both might as weel have been nude. I wasn’t wearing any underwear with my pants clinging to my
ass cheeks and he was wearing thin sweatpants. I felt everything. He had forced himself beteen my ass cheeks and was pleasing himself behind me circling his
hips, and dry humping me! It did feel good though. I pulled me hard into him whilee he pushed his hip forward. I felt myself get hard. My face got red as I
realized the stripper was pretending not to look. “Do you like that?” I felt his breathe on my ear. I got the chills all through me. I did so I said “Yes,
Daddy. I do.” The rubbing and pressure made my lower ass tingle with delight. “OK.” He stated. “Let’s go out to my truck.”
When we got in the truck he stood inbetween the driver and passenger seats leaning on them. I was put on my knees facing him with my back to his bed.
Basically facing the opposite way as last time. he din’t say a word but had a look on his face like he was expecting something. I knew what to do. I reached
up and pulled down his sweatpants there was an amazing bulge testing the taught fabric of his boxer briefs. I couldn’t help it. I reached up and massaged his
huge lump, and gave it a gentle squeeze. I then slowly pulled down his underwear and revealed the thing I hoped to be feeding off of the rest of the night.
It was about 3/4 erect. It was pointing almost straight towards my face as If it knew. What a beautiful site! All I could do was stare at the imense mushroom
head. It was so appetizing and inviting. I knew what I had to do first. “Um, Sir.” I asked in a meek voice. “Your cock is sooo big and juicy. May I suck it
please, Daddy?” “I’m not sure.” he says. “Do you deserve to suck on my big dick? Will you do a good job?” he asked. “Yes, Daddy Ive been good and I PROMISE
to suck your fat dick really good, Daddy. I promise to make you happy!” I hopefully replied. “You may” he replied. I put my hands behind my back glared at
the delicious looking large tip in front of me licking my lips. I then looked up at him and locked eyes. I opened my mouth really wide and gently closed on
the head. I slid my wet lips off his mushroom put my lips together and kissed it. He smiled. I opened up wide again and with eyes eyes trained on my mouth
the whole time I engulfed the whole head and clamped down on his thick shaft. I started to bob slowly. He moaned softly by making the yummy sound
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” I had waited two months for this moment and it was worth it. It started to plump in my mouth. Taking his manhood in my mouth was like I was
starving and I just took the first bite of a well marinated, juicy, medium-rare steak. I moaned with a yummy sound of my own. I wanted to please him and with
his mighty pole in my mouth I started to take him deeper in my throat. I was determined. I repositioned myself on my knees so I was a little higher, and
leaned so I could offer more throat. I had about 7″ in my mouth comfortably when it hit an obstacle. I relaxed my throat and swallowed the head several
times. Each time I took him a little deeper. I stopped to breathe heavily out of my nose, then pressed on. It was too big for me but I pushed passed and just
like that my lips were wrapped around the very base and I had a nose full of pubic hair. I paused, proud of myself and breathed some more and stayed there
getting used to this sensation. It was uncomfortable, but I could manage. Then He grabbed my head with both hands and held it still and started to face fuck
me. His cockhead remained lodged in my esopugus as he fucked only about 3″ in and out. “Yeah take that big dick down your throat you little cocksucker.” I
had all to do to take it but I did not want to dissapoint my Daddy. He then let go and his hands wound up on his hips. I released him from my throat and
started back to bob back and forth from the head to about 3″ from the base. Again, slowly like he liked it. I tasted my throat on his meat and was very aware
of my breath. I just started to think I could nurse from his monster all day when he pulled it from my mouth and said “that’s enough.” I was confused. “Turn
around and stay down.” he said. I listened and faced the small bed. He was behind me and got on his knees. “Put your hands flat on the bed and don’t move
them until I tell you, you little bitch”. He dictated. “Yes, Daddy” I obeyed. I felt his hands go around my waist when he started to unbuckle my pants. He
startled me, my stomach quivered. It tickled. The next thing I knew my pants were down to my knees as I wondered what he was doing. He took my shoes off, and
yanked my pants completely off me. I realized I was nude from the waist down accept for my socks. I still had a polo shirt on. Somehow made me feel more
naked then if I was completely nude with just my backside completely exposed. I was very aware of my ass and I felt hot from embarassment. “Yeah, now you’re
going to give me your little boy-pussy.” I know it was a stupid question but I couldn’t stop myself “Umm, Daddy, Sir, are you going to fuck me in the
ass?””No” he said sarcastically. “I’m worried about your health and I’m giving you a free prostate exam”. He was condescending and made me feel stupid. It
wasn’t that I didn’t know what he was doing, I just couldn’t believe it. I was scared and I didn’t sign on for this. That feeling in the pit of my stomach
returned. “Now get up on the edge of the bed, and put your palms flat down, and your face in the mattress.” He commanded. I listened. I felt a little
helpless. He stood up behind me and put his right hand on my hip, and his left hand held my shoulder tightly. Whem he did that I felt his horsecock poke
awkwardly against my bottom. My knees were at the very edge, my lower legs and feet were off the bed completely. I was obscenely bent over in the doggiestyle
positon. I felt the head press against my defensless virgin sphincter. Could I have ran out of there screaming? Probably. He just had this Drill-Seargant
like authority over me. Not only was I intimidated by him I had this overwhelming feeling of not wanting to dissapoint him. He pressed forward. It didn’t
hurt, it actually tingled my asshole a little. Ever since my brother had a little “accident” in summer camp I always thoroughly washed and scrubbed all my
crevices very well. So I had some confidence in that. Then it popped in past my weak drawstring like defense. The head was in and my sphincter tightened on
the shaft right underneath it. It hurt to be suddenly violated like that for the first time by something this size. Then he started to push into me. It hurt,
but not too bad where I couldn’t handle it at first. I just had this overwhelming sensation of something going in the wrong way and I didn’t like it. He kept
going as I grunted taking it in the ass for the fist time ever. My anal virginity was gone to add insult to injury. Not sure my masculinity or pride can
handle this one. We’ll see. I had no choice. He kept forcing deeper into me slowly and I thought he never stop and then I felt his groin area flush against
me. My entire rectum was filled with man meat. The tip felt like it went too far, as if it were into my bowls. It hurt, but he didn’t care as my bodily
language was obvious that I was in pain. I was sweating, breathing heavy, and writhing. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh” he groaned while he started to cicrcle his hips and
try to get into me deeper. Then he pulled out about 4″. Instantly I felt relief. Then back in again. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to get out of my own skin.
Then, each time he slowly pumped his fat dick inside me, I began to loosen. It didn’t hurt so much anymore. Almost like I my ass was becoming acclimated to
being reemed by Godzilla’s tail. I felt a tickle in my lower ass. I figured it was right near my prostate as it was being unvoluntarily massaged by a
massive, hard intruder. I sort of unclenched, and relaxed. It got a lot easier and felt a lot more pleasurable. In the matter of a couple of minutes I went
from nothing but pain to liking it in the ass. It started to feel really good. Then he started to spank me, and told me to “take it!” At first it startled
me, but the quick sting faded and my sphincter tingled with delight. “Yes, Daddy spank me!” I begged. “Oh, you like that!?” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He
spanked me harder and beginning to fuck me harder. It felt soooo good. I wondered if I could cum like this. I think maybe I could. The small truck cabin
filled with the noise of him crashing his pelvic area against my bent-over ass cheeks. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “Oh yeah take it you bitch!” he called out.
“Yes Daddy, fuck me harder!” I wanted more. He spanked me several times more. I loved it and and moaned each time he did it. He then stopped suddenly. “No
Daddy, fuck me. Spank me, please!?” “Oh you want more? BEG!” I quickly pleaded with Greg to fuck & spank me like a bitch “Umm, Daddy-Sir Please fuck and
spank your little bitch, please Daddy, please, please, please!!!” With that he shoved into me hard from just having the head in me. Bang! My body was hurled
forward. It hurt deep inside me, but it felt too good. “MOre Daddy, please MOre!” Taking really long, sudden and quick strokes into me excited me. I could
definitely cum from this. I moaned like a drunken cheerleader while the entire football team took turns on her from behind. Then he grabbed me by my hips
roughly and held me still while he fucked me hard and fast. Oh my god I was going to cum if he kept up this pace! “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum in your little boy
pussy bitch” he said. I wanted him too I wantted him to bad! “Oh Daddy use my boy pussy and cum deep inside me, pleeeeaasee!” I whined for it. My body rocked
back and forth with his thrusts and you could hear his furious pace in which he took me from behind Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! His pelvis cracked against my
bubble butt while his meat missile thrusted all the way inside me. Then his furious pace slowed, and became awkward.”Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!” he let out a loud
groan and began to cum in me. Quick, deliberate, deep thrusts in followed be a pause, then again, then again while moaned behind cumming wildly. He only let
out about 4″ then back in whith each cum shot that painted my inner walls. “Take it you slut, take my cum up your ass!Take it, tak it bitch” His words made
me even hotter. I was right there but his orgasming interrupted the amazing rythem I needed to cum myself. I didn’t care. I grabbed my cock and pushed back
and squeezed his thick cock. My gooey, wet ass felt sooo good. I squealed loudly and began to shoot on his bed. I saw a white flash and came so hard from my
inner ass. I don’t think he noticed what I was doing he was so involved in defiling my my tight unused ass. His own orgasm wound down while I was still
shooting cum. He began to pivot and rotate his hips and moan in pleasure it felt sooo good i didn’t want it to end. Soon we were both breathing heavy and
exhaused while he was still in me. He pulled out of me with a nasty slurpy noise. “Get dressed and leave I need to go home!” He ordered. “Thank you Dadddy,
when can I have some more cock again….

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Higher Education Chapter 3 Extra Bacon

I’m not sure what exactly it was that roused me from my slumber but one of the first things I sensed was that I had a major case of morning wood. I automatically tried to roll over to my side to check my alarm clock but my movements were restricted. As my consciousness returned and my eyes fluttered open I found myself face to face with one of the prettiest women I had ever seen.
“Sorry I woke you”, my new girlfriend apologized, “but when I woke up, your pal was already awake and wanted to play”. As I took stock of the situation I found that she had mounted me in my sleep and I was now deep inside her. It was Saturday morning and Kim and I had spent the night together for the first time. She was gently rocking back and forth on top of me, her short dark hair in disarray, with the biggest grin on her face. “Oh, kind sir, I do hope you’re not too upset with me.”, she added playfully in a breathy, Victorian manner.
I took a couple moments to think about it and decided, “It is quite alarming to be awoken by some saucy wench accosting my person in such a manner.” I hoped I wasn’t being too corny while playing along. It was tough to think clearly because I was a little hungover, had just woken up, and was rock hard and almost balls deep inside this pale skinned mini-goddess. “Some recompense may be in order”, I added sternly.
Kim couldn’t help it and started laughing at that, breaking character she said, “Saucy wench! I love it!”. She leaned in for some gentle kisses and started slowly picking up the pace on her riding. I felt her perky nipples grazing my chest and I could feel how wet she was as she squished down on my rigid pole. My hands automatically started caressing the silky flesh of her butt. “Mmmm, what was the recompense to be? I would hate to be remiss in fulfilling my obligations”, she inquired.
“Smooches”, I hadn’t thought this far ahead so I said the first thing that popped into my head.
“Smooches? That’s the best you can do?”, apparently, she was not impressed.
“It is considerably more difficult to cogitate coherently when one is being molested so vigorously by such a brazen strumpet”, I offered, wishing I could keep a straight face.
Kim chuckled again, “Brazen strumpet is pretty good but I liked saucy wench better”. She started riding me harder and, as I was about to reply to her, she cut me off, “Let’s shut up now so I can give you a proper fucking.”
It was hard to argue with that, especially when she started grinding her hot groin against mine. What an amazing way to wake up and another fun surprise from my frisky girlfriend. I loved her sexy, playful surprises and Kim seemed to love to spring them on me as much as I enjoyed being on the receiving end but I really wanted to surprise her for a change. What could I do for her that would be a sexy surprise? As she rode me, I thought about the things she liked, things that she had said she liked, and rough sex was the first thing that came to mind. ‘I get so turned on when you get forceful’, I recalled Kim whispering in my ear the previous night. She loved to initiate sex but seemed to love it when I took charge once she got things going. Then I remembered last night she also said, ‘I get so wet when I think about how easily you could just overpower me if I tried to resist’. I didn’t really give it much thought at the time but now that I considered it, I wondered, did she want me to overpower her? Did she want me to… control her? To… dominate her? My hunch told me she would probably like that very much, or maybe that was just my desire to dominate her.
What little I knew about domination and submission came from one of the romance novels that my mother loved to read. I had resorted to reading it one summer vacation when I was 13, after I had read every other book in the house and nothing was on TV. Overall, I was not impressed with the book but the part in it about domination and submission was interesting. From what I recalled in the book, the man commanded the woman, demanded obedience, punished disobedience with spankings or whipping and the woman really got off from totally submitting her will to the man. I occurred to me that perhaps my mother’s romance novels weren’t the best guide in this situation but I had nothing else to go on.
I figured Kim would have fun playing along even if my hunch wasn’t right and this might be a good opportunity to find out what might happen if I tried to dominate her. It felt so damned good to let her keep riding though, maybe I’d try it next time… It was then that I noticed the rickety dorm bed was making a lot of noise now that Kim had picked up the pace and it was annoying enough to me to be a turn off. I was going have to stop her anyways to move the mattress to the floor.
“No!”, I said sharply to get the her attention. A puzzled expression formed on Kim’s face as she ground to a halt. “Get off me”, I said flatly.
“Steve, what’s going…”, she was obviously confused and I hated to put her through this but I had a hunch she would enjoy what I had in mind.
“Get off of me now”, I interrupted her, trying not to sound mean but wanting her to comply quickly. She was very reluctant to dismount so I started to lift her up off of me. At less than a hundred pounds there was no way she could remain mounted if I didn’t want her to. She quickly realized this and I finally got out from under her and I moved to the center of the room, my thick, wet boner curving almost straight up in front of me.
“Baby, what’s…?”, she started to plead, her eyes darting from my face to my erection
“Be quiet!”, I barked. She complied immediately, scanning me intently for clues in this confusing situation. “Move the mattress on to the floor”, I demanded. “Now!”, I told her firmly when she hesitated. She quickly dragged the mattress off of it’s base and right to my feet, bedding still on top. I could have sworn that I saw the corner of her mouth twitch up and I wasn’t surprised she had caught on so quickly. She as much as confirmed it when she knelt in front of me on the mattress, head bowed. I stood over her for several seconds, waiting for her to look up to receive her next command. I was likely just mimicking something I had seen dozens of times on TV when I reached down and hooked a finger under her chin and raised her face up to meet mine. My eyes met hers and I immediately noticed that she was blushing furiously.
Even though I had very little experience with women and sex, I somehow knew this was very significant. Something pretty intense had to be going on for someone as shameless as Kim to blush like that. My hunch was that I had just stumbled upon something like a secret desire. Well, not really stumbled upon, now that I thought about it, I had kind of been led to this. Kim had been encouraging me, I realized, when she told me what she liked and how she liked it. I decided to stick with my vague plan and trust my instincts. They seemed be guiding me pretty well so far today and besides this was really turning me on.
My stiff, meaty cock was inches from her face, still glistening with her juices. The obvious, and probably expected, command would be to suck it, but there was another basic need that was competing with my primal lust, thirst. “Get some water”, I ordered firmly. Kim immediately crawled to the nearby mini-fridge and grabbed a jug of water. She knelt in front of me and offered it up. “Drink”, I commanded. Kim had gotten pretty drunk last night, and the way she drank told me she was probably more dehydrated than I was, so when she handed it to me I told her, “Drink more.” She drank a few more gulps and then handed it to me. I drank my fill and handed it back with the command to replace it, which she did and returned to kneeling in front of me. Even though she kept a neutral expression, I got the distinct impression she really wanted me to order her to suck the dick in front of her face. I wanted to do the unexpected.
“Show me your ass”, I told her. Kim turned around and crawled to the center of the mattress and bowed her head down to a pillow. She brought her legs together and boosted her butt up as much as she could. I had to pause for a few seconds to enjoy the spectacular view. It was as if she had read my mind and complied perfectly when I told her to show me her ass. As I slowly approached, my eyes were drawn to the curve where Kim’s narrow waist flared to meet her toned hips and perfectly rounded little butt. In the morning sunlight that filtered in through the curtains I could see the wetness glistening on her puffy pussy lips.
I couldn’t help but to reach out with both hands to caress Kim’s buttocks. Her soft humming moan brought me back from the ass-worshiping trance I had started to drift into and I remembered we were doing things differently this morning. My soft caresses turned in to hard gropes, roughly squishing Kim’s ass cheeks. Smack! I slapped a buttock hard and Kim let out a little yelp. “That’s the punishment for hesitating to move the mattress”, I explained. I noticed she hadn’t verbally replied to any of my commands yet so I figured I’d try out a question
“You enjoy being treated like this, don’t you?”, I demanded as if I were trying to extract a confession. I was pretty sure of the answer but I had to make sure before I took this any farther.
“Yes, sir!”, Kim replied. Her subservient reply turned me on even more
“Good, because this is the punishment for not getting off of me when I told you to”, I said and then I spanked her other butt cheek hard. “And this”, I said sternly as I forced the head of my stiff member into her tight, sodden cunt, “is the punishment for waking me up.” She knew a hard thrust was coming up, she had braced herself for it. I let her wonder when it was going to happen for six or seven seconds before I couldn’t resist any longer. I pounded hard into Kim, lewdly re-stretching her snug cunt and causing her to gasp, and began hammering into her from above. We were both grunting from the force of the thrusts and it wasn’t long before we were both panting too. Kim seemed to be trying to stay still and quiet during her ‘punishment’ but it was tough going for her once her involuntary twitches started. She was getting close to cumming already and I wasn’t far behind.
We were both startled when the phone rang. I hesitated only a moment before pulling out of Kim to answer it. It just seemed in character with what I was doing, like fucking the hell out of Kim was low on my list of priorities. I heard her whimper softly when she saw what was going on.
“Hello?”, I answered cheerily. “Oh, hi Mom!… Yeah, school is going great! I really love it here!”, I answered my mother’s questions truthfully. It was easy to be enthusiastic as my college experience had been both very fun and very educational so far. An idea occurred to me and I looked Kim in the eye and pointed to my still hard cock. She immediately knelt in front of me and started licking her juices off of my erection.
“Yes, actually I did meet a very nice young lady”, my mother’s question had been predictable, she knew I wasn’t good around women and my love life was one of her top worries. I wondered what she would think if she could see me now. “I don’t need to ask her out Mom, she’s my girlfriend already”, I was having a lot of fun, not only did I get to finally make my worrying mother happy but I got to do so while watching Kim giving my schwantz a tongue bath. “We met at orientation and it just sort of happened”, I didn’t want to go into the whole story just then. My mother wanted details about my new girlfriend of course, “Well, her name is Kim and she’s a freshman also, from Townburg….”. Kim began to use her hands now and was working the head with her skilled mouth. It became a little tougher to chat with Mom, “What does she look like?… Let’s see.. she’s about five feet tall, slender, short dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, cream colored skin, beautiful full lips… Huh?… No, she’s not really pretty… more like stunningly gorgeous.”, I was enjoying watching Kim’s face while describing her to my mother and I really loved the smile on her face when I said the last part.
“Ha ha, I know! Plus she’s a total sweetheart so she really is too good to be true!”, I said sincerely. Kim had now gone in to full blowjob mode and I needed to stop her. I really wanted to just fuck her as hard as possible and make her orgasm at least once before I did and go get some food. I was starved and I knew she had to be too. We hadn’t eaten since dinner and it was already 10:30. “When you meet her you’ll see. She’s here right now, as a matter of fact, would you like to speak to her?”, I asked mischievously.
I don’t think I had really seen Kim frightened in the short time I had known her, until that moment when she realized she would have to speak to my mother. The longer she waited the more awkward it would be. She quickly realized this, taking the phone from me but still on her knees and still stroking the top of my cock with one hand. “Hello Mrs. Hamilton, I’m Kim Franklin”, Kim introduced herself gracefully. “Thank you, Kelly (my mother’s first name)”, Kim paused, absentmindedly fondling my erection as she stared into space while she listened.”Well, he certainly has made me very happy too. You and your husband have raised a truly outstanding gentleman and I feel like the luckiest lady in the world!”, Kim had made eye contact with me as she said the last part. I blew her a kiss and she smiled and kissed the tip of my penis. I saw Kim blush all of a sudden as she was listening and before I could start to wonder about it she said emphatically, “Kelly, I want to assure you that you do not have to worry about that. We are being very careful”. I could only laugh as I knew my mother had said something about not getting pregnant, she could be very direct when she felt it was important. I had to admire the way Kim had so clearly tried to put my mother’s fears to rest.
“I can’t wait to meet you too. Are you and Mr. Hamilton are planning to visit soon?”, Kim asked. “Excellent, I look forward to it! Oh, Steve would like to speak with you again”, Kim listened again for a moment and finished with, “Thank you Kelly, I look forward to meeting you both next Saturday!”. Kim handed the phone back to me and immediately began sloppily sucking my cock again, whether she was trying to get me off or merely lube me up, I couldn’t tell.
“Ok, next Saturday then?”, I asked my mother. I knew they hadn’t been planning on visiting for two more weeks but decided not to mention it. I couldn’t blame my worrying mother for wanting to meet my first girlfriend, especially when she sounded too good to be true. “Lunch sounds great. We were just about to go eat so I’ll call you later to work out the details, ok?… Love you too Mom. Bye”, I concluded and set the phone down.
I knew Kim wanted to discuss the call but there would be plenty of time for talking later so I cut her off with a look before she spoke up. “On your back, you naughty girl!”, I commanded and she laid down on the mattress immediately. “Show me your wet cunt”, I told her and she surprised me by pulling her legs back so far her thighs were level with her torso and she pinned them there with her elbows. She had taken my order to heart as she used a hand to open up her pussy lips so I could see just how wet she was. “Your perverted pose pleases me greatly”, I said, almost laughing. I just had to let her know she had impressed me with her lewdness. I stroked my thick cock finding that Kim had indeed lubed me up nicely.
“Thank you, sir”, Kim said, still with a neutral expression but I could hear the smile in her voice. The lust in her dark eyes was as much of a turn on as her naughty position. She was so good at being submissive.
“You will remain in this position while I use you to satisfy my lust. Because you have pleased me you may kiss me if you should happen to climax”
“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”, she replied, having trouble hiding her enthusiasm.
I got down on my knees right in front of her, like I would if I were going to penetrate her but instead I just had to tease her a little bit. I started rubbing my rigid shaft over her slick, swollen genitals. I glanced up to see her reaction and she was biting her bottom lip in anticipation while she watched. When I heard Kim’s stomach growl, I knew I was taking too long and quickly squished my pole into her. I resumed our vigorous pace from earlier and I grabbed on to the top of her shoulders so I could thrust even harder into her. She was having trouble maintaining her perverted pose and staying quiet as I fiercely rammed into her but she was a real trooper and somehow held on.
Her orgasm caught me by surprise and her pussy started clenching hard on my cock as she whimpered and weakly bucked underneath me. Her open, panting mouth was seeking mine to fulfill my earlier promise and I gladly dropped my lips down a few inches to oblige her. As we kissed I felt her shudder underneath me and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back for me. I groaned into our kiss as my powerful orgasm rushed forth and added to the abundant fluids in Kim’s pussy. I roughly pumped my hot cum deep inside of her and it seemed to refresh her own orgasm. My gorgeous girlfriend bucked even more under me as if she were trying to milk every drop of cum from my twitching erection. I couldn’t imagine a more incredibly blissful feeling than what I was feeling just then.
As we wound down from our sweaty, panting coupling, I moved Kim’s arms from pinning her legs back and leaned back, pulling her with me. She laid on top of me as we kissed gently as we caught our breath. We both laughed when my stomach started growling and she hopped off of me and helped me up. After getting dressed and making ourselves presentable in grinning, euphoric silence, we walked to the dining hall hand in hand. The bright, sunny morning seemed to reflect our moods. I had never seen Kim so happy and I knew I had never been happier. “Being a submissive little fuck toy seems to agree with you”, I couldn’t believe I was saying this but I was pretty sure my submissive little fuck toy would really enjoy it.
“Yes, sir!”, she beamed and squeezed my hand, confirming my hunch. I grinned back at her and we walked in silence through the more crowded area outside the dining hall. As we waited in line to enter, Kim chose a more mundane topic.
“I like your mom! I can’t wait to meet her!”, she exclaimed as we shuffled forward.
“She gave you a hard time about not getting pregnant?”, I asked, knowing the answer but wanting the details.
Kim laughed, “She said something like, ‘I know you two are having lot of fun but I’d rather not become a grandma anytime soon, ok?'”
“She must have loved the way you responded”, I replied, remembering Kim’s firm reply.
“She told me she liked me already and couldn’t wait to meet me”, we both chuckled at that. We finally got to the head of the line and Kim grabbed a tray but then stepped in front of me preventing me from getting one also. “What would you like to eat, sir?”, she asked demurely, surprising me yet again with her playfulness.
I couldn’t help but beam at her as I rattled off my order, “Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast, orange juice, and coffee light sugar.”
She repeated my order with a twinkle in her dark eyes and added, “Yes, sir!” Before she dashed off something occurred to me.
I leaned in close to her and said, “You lost a bet, ok?”
“Yes, sir!”, she whispered, and I knew she understood that’s what we would tell anyone that asked why she was serving me.
I grabbed a glass of much needed water and chugged half of it on my way to the seating area where I was quickly flagged down by my new buddy Ron. He was sitting with his roommate Paul and their party-hearty next-door neighbors at the head of one of the large tables. After exchanging greetings they insisted I join them and, once I got settled, Paul teased me, “What’s the deal Steve, no pretty lady at your side? Are you in between supermodels?”
“No, the first one turned out to be a real keeper”, I assured him. “She’ll be along shortly…”, I added, wondering what the show would be like.
Just then, as if it had been choreographed, Amy, the cute blonde that Kim and I had fooled around with the previous night, sat down next to me. She was smiling as she put her hand on my arm and said teasingly, “Hey there Big Guy, did you lose your girlfriend?” The four other guys at table erupted in laughter and I couldn’t help but join them once I realized how it looked. The timing of her arrival and her flirtatious words and gestures seemed to so clearly contradict what I had just said. Poor Blondie thought we were all laughing at her and she sat stunned for a moment and then started to get up. I motioned for her to stay seated and tried to collect myself. Paul beat me to the explanation and Amy quickly realized how it looked and sounded and she got a laugh out of it too. I made introductions for Amy and just barely resisted the temptation to introduce her as Blondie.
“Hey Blondie! Find your own man, I got dibs on this one!”, Kim demanded teasingly as she arrived with a tray full of food and drink.
Amy was surprised but recovered quickly, “I don’t know… I kinda like your man…”. She seemed to think she was escalating the mock conflict by staying put so Kim couldn’t sit next to me.
Kim just started placing plates full of food in front of me and replied playfully, “Yeah, I kinda like him too but he’s almost too much man for one girl…” Kim was putting on a fine performance and I looked around and saw she had a rapt audience. Amy was the only one not entirely surprised to see Kim serving me, her smile had turned into a knowing grin. She couldn’t have known exactly what was going on but she picked up on the sexual overtones.
“I can see how he might be too much man for one girl. Here, let me give you a hand”, the blonde girl said with a straight face as she unfolded a napkin and placed it on my lap. Blondie was feeding off of Kim’s naughtiness again and I was only slightly surprised when she gently patted my cock as she finished the business with the napkin. I just started laughing. I couldn’t help it. The situation was just so absurd. I had never even kissed a woman until a few days ago and now I had two sexy young ladies fawning over me and making quite a show of it.
Ron interrupted the performance by exclaiming, “Dude, she brought you extra bacon! You’re right, she is a keeper!” The table erupted into laughter once again and Ron had, once again, helped me out with Kim.
Once she stopped laughing, Kim gave me a peck on the cheek and asked, “Would you like anything else, Master?”
Kim definitely had a knack for surprising me and her switch from ‘sir’ to ‘Master’ caused me to pause a moment before replying, “Just you and your food, sitting next to me as soon as possible”
“Yes, Master!”, she replied enthusiastically and bounced happily away. As usual, I hated to see her leave but it sure was a lot of fun to watch her go.
Blondie was watching too and she giggled at me and seemed to echo my own thoughts when she whispered, “Man, that ass is perfect!”
“Amen”, I said solemnly, reflecting my almost religious devotion to Kim’s derriere. This eliciting another giggle from Amy.”You’ve got an awesome caboose yourself!”, I added
She leaned over so she was now whispering in my ear, “Well ‘Master’, I’m about to take my caboose downtown to the adult store and buy myself a nice big, thick dildo… and then I’m going to take a nice, long, hot, soapy shower…” Blondie paused to let that sink in and gauge my reaction, which was surprised and blushing. Damn, this girl was naughty! Her implication that she was going to be fantasizing about my cock while she pleasured herself in the shower was enough to get my blood flowing down south, as well as my face. “Make sure you tell Kim!”, she added as she kissed my cheek and departed.
It looked like Amy was already angling for an invite to join Kim and I again for more sexy fun. After the awesome time we had last night I was all in favor of it but I also really wanted time alone with Kim. Blondie and I both knew I would tell Kim but I decided then to leave out the part about the adult store. I wanted to go down there myself and hopefully get some ideas for surprises to spring on Kim.
Now that it was just us guys at the table the teasing commenced. “So, ‘Master’… looks like your girlfriends have you pretty well pussy-whipped”, Paul quipped. That got a good chuckle from the table, myself included. I grabbed a piece of bacon and started munching on that, I was starved but I wanted to wait until my lovely server returned before I really dug in. Kim had indeed brought me extra bacon, what an awesome girlfriend!
“So, what’s the deal, Ham? You working both of ’em?”, Fred, Paul and Ron’s tall, lanky neighbor, inquired with a grin. Apparently, I had a nickname. Not the first time someone has shortened my last name into this moniker. I didn’t mind, I liked ham and there were a lot worse nicknames.
“Nah, Kim’s my girlfriend. Amy’s just a friend that likes to flirt and Kim likes it too…”, I tried to explain. I went back to nibbling on yummy bacon.
“I can only imagine what you did to have Kim serve you so… willingly”, Ron said with his usual grin. I just shrugged and grinned back.
“So, what do you guys have going on today?”, I asked, trying to change the subject.
“We were thinking about getting a game of flag football together, you interested?”, Fred replied.
“Sounds like fun”, I answered, then thinking about how it could be even more fun, “Coed flag football, right?”
“Coed flag football?”, Kim asked as she returned, she must have caught the last part. She had brought another plate of extra bacon and set it down in between the four other fellows at the table. She sure knew how to win the hearts and minds of our new friends.
“Sure, you interested?”, Ron said eagerly as he snatched up a slice of bacon.
“Yeah, sounds fun!”, the pale brunette replied as she sat next to me. “I can probably scare up a few more people if you need ’em”, she added. We all made plans to meet up at the athletic fields about an hour and a half later. The other guys had pretty much finished their meals and they left not long after we made our arrangements.
Once we were alone I turned to Kim and gave her a big smooch on her cheek. “Thank you for getting my food, saucy wench!”, I whispered.
She kissed my cheek in return and said softly in reply, “It was my pleasure, Master!” We both hungrily devoured our food, occasionally interrupted by friends of Kim stopping by to say hi. Kim quickly got four ladies who wanted to join the football game without making much of an effort. After we finished our meals, Kim asked me to walk her back to her dorm room.
I entered Kim’s room for the first time and it was easy to see which side was my girlfriend’s. The side with the religious pictures, icons and quotations obviously belonged to her roommate, Donna. The side with the posters of jazz and pop musicians, and pictures of family and friends was just as obviously Kim’s side of the room. Her roommate was not present. I looked around for Kim’s saxophone, hoping I could hear her play.
“Where’s your sax?”, I asked her.
“I keep it locked up in the practice rooms in the music department. Why do you ask?”, she replied.
“Just wanted to hear my gorgeous girlfriend play a tune”, I said simply.
“Well, my sax isn’t here but I’d be happy to play you a tune on the skin flute”, she answered playfully.
“The skin flute?”, I repeated dumbly, not understanding until she started unbuckling my belt. I started laughing as I figured out what a skin flute was. When I realized she was serious about ‘playing me a tune’ I asked her, “Where’s your roommate?”
“Don’t know, don’t care”, Kim said as she pulled my pants and underwear down. She pushed me back onto her bed and got down on her knees in between my legs, grabbing my manhood firmly.
“69?”, I asked, realizing we hadn’t tried this position yet.
“No baby, I still have some of your cum in my pussy”, my girlfriend replied. I was about to say it wasn’t a big deal but she must have sensed that I was going say something along those lines, “The thought of you eating your own cum kind of weirds me out, ok?”
“Seems a little hypocritical…”, I responded, thinking of the times she had gobbled up her own natural lubrication.
“It is hypocritical but that’s the way it is. It’s not going to be a problem is it?”, she asked with a grin while fondling my quickly responding cock. Her small hands seemed to make my erection look even burlier.
“It’s cool, gorgeous. I’ve no great desire to eat my cum but I do love to lick your tight, little pussy”, I answered.
“Later, when we take a shower after football, you can eat me all you want”, Kim seemed to have things all planned out, not that I objected in the slightest. “I didn’t get to suck you yesterday”, she whispered as she gently stroked my stiffy and I wondered which one of us she was addressing. She started by slowly licking the underside of my shaft and took her time tonguing all over my cock and balls, keeping eye contact with me as much as she could. She seemed to be savoring the gradual build up and I was loving every second. This was a really nice contrast to our rough, frenzied sex earlier. After about five leisurely minutes of licking, kissing and fondling my rod, she finally wrapped her lips over the top of it.
Kim took her time with this part as well, slowly taking the head into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue. She very gradually increased her pace and took more and more of me, until I was bumping the back of her throat and her lips were stretched around my cock. Her hands were lightly stroking the spit covered shaft while her lips and tongue worked their magic on the the sensitive head. “Gonna cum…”, I warned her. Kim’s grip on my shaft became firmer and her strokes faster as I fired jets of hot semen into her eager mouth. She increased her pace even more as my climax wound down, as if she were determined to get every last drop she possibly could.
A key hit the lock in the door of the dorm room and it opened suddenly. The taller brunette woman in the lead made it a few paces into the room before she saw what was going on. Her eyes and mouth went wide in disbelief at the scene before her. The shorter, squatter blonde lady behind her saw the display and started giggling. Kim had popped her head up to see what was going on, leaving me totally exposed. “What are you doing?!?”, the taller brunette demanded, almost screaming. The keys in her hand told me this must be Donna, the roommate. The naive question caused the blonde gal to laugh even harder.
“I’m sucking a big, fat cock, you should try it sometime!”, Kim answered wickedly, waving my thick shaft at her roomie. This was a side of Kim I hadn’t seen before, it was like she was trying to upset her roommate. Donna turned and almost ran from the room. Her blonde friend quickly got out of the way, still giggling, and thoughtfully closed the door for us as she followed her friend.
“Are you trying to piss her off?”, I asked my girlfriend, who was now laughing too. I could hear Kim’s roommate in the hallway, in near hysterics about what she had just witnessed.
“Yes! She’s been trying to push her fucking religion on me since day one here, even though I’ve told her every time that I find it offensive”, Kim ranted. This was a new side to her I had yet to see, anger. “She just wont fucking listen!”, she fumed. I sure was glad she had just made me cum because the strange scene and Kim’s rage had really killed the mood.
“Well, at least her friend seems cool”, I didn’t know what else to say. Kim had gotten herself all worked up and I didn’t want to make the situation worse.
“Yeah, Leanne is cool. I keep hoping she’ll rub off on Donna…”, the gorgeous brunette seemed to be calming down a little now. “Sorry Steve, you shouldn’t be caught in the middle of this”, she was back to her thoughtful self now and was playing with my deflating boner with her small hands.
“Your problems are my problems, Kim”, it didn’t really occur to me this was true until I said it, but it was true. Apparently, Kim thought this was a very significant thing to say as she immediately sat up and hugged me hard.
“I have the best boyfriend in the world!”, Kim gushed as she kissed my cheek.
“You have another boyfriend?”, I joked. That earned me a scowl and a light smack on the arm. “Look, why don’t you get changed for football and I’ll try to smooth things over with your roommate”, I suggested as I stood and pulled my drawers up. Kim’s increased scowl told me what she thought of that idea. “Never had a roommate before?”, I guessed.
“No, and I can’t say I’m too fond of having one now”, she muttered. I had only ever had one roommate in my life before coming to college, my older brother Mitch. That was more than enough to teach me that you didn’t want to have bad relations with someone you shared a room with. You never knew what the hell they might do if you pissed them off.
“It’s best to be on good terms with her if at all possible. You never know when you might really need her help or she might really need yours”, I tried to sound reasonable and I knew Kim was a reasonable person. It did the trick.
“You’re right, of course”, she sounded a little ashamed now. “If you think you can help, go ahead and talk to her. I’ll stay in here and wait for you, ok?”, Kim said and I agreed. I found Donna and her friend in the nearby lounge and it seemed like Leanne had calmed Donna down. I immediately apologized to both of them and then asked to speak to Donna alone. Leanne was grinning at me as she left and I was glad she was such a good sport about it. It didn’t take long to get Kim’s roommate to see that she had been offending Kim with her religious advances. She agreed not to discuss religion with Kim anymore and I agreed that if Kim and I were fooling around in their room I would put a piece of clear tape over the lock and she would knock to let us know to wrap it up. Donna seemed like a good, reasonable person, just a bit overzealous.
I led the taller brunette back to her room and was surprised to find Leanne there chatting with Kim. My girlfriend and her roomie both apologized to each other and Donna let Kim know about our arrangement and Kim readily agreed. The shorter brunette surprised me once again by hugging her roommate and inviting her and her friend to join us for flag football. Donna and Leanne both seemed to think that was a great idea and we agreed to meet them at the fields in about half an hour. Kim walked me back to my room so I could change and on the way she said, “Thanks for talking to Donna, I feel a lot better about the whole roommate thing now.”
“Your problems are my problems”, I repeated, which earned me a nice kiss this time. “Was Leanne trying to smooth things over like I was?”, I inquired.
That got a chuckle from Kim. She replied, “No, Leanne had other things on her mind…”
“Oh?”, I wondered.
“Let’s just say she was pretty impressed with your pal”, Kim giggled looking at my crotch, and then added, “She wanted to know if you have a brother!”
“Did you tell her about Mitch?”, I asked. Kim knew I had a brother named Mitch but she had yet to meet him.
“Yeah, but I told her I didn’t really know him”, she responded.
“Hmmm, maybe I ought to call him up and see if he wants to play some football…”, I hadn’t seen my brother in almost a week. He was a junior at the same university but lived off-campus on the other side of town. When we got to my room I called him but he had gone to work already. I quickly got dressed and Kim suggested we drive there so we could stop off at the store and get some sodas for everyone. I realized just how little we actually knew about one another, I had no idea she had a car. We headed to her car and I thought she was pulling my leg when she stopped at the red Toyota MR2.
“Seriously?”, I asked Kim. She just grinned as she unlocked the door and hopped in. I just shook my head as I took the passenger seat. I guess it was only fitting that my hot, little girlfriend had a hot, little sports car. I knew more than a little about cars, having worked at a dealership the previous summer and I knew this was a sweet little sports car. I half expected her to burn rubber out of the parking lot but she drove cautiously to the nearby store where we bought a variety of sodas, some crushed ice, and a styrofoam cooler. We made it up to the athletic fields to find we had quite a group waiting to play football.
Nine ladies and seven guys finally showed up, counting Kim and I. We got the teams and rules squared away and began what became a pretty competitive game of flag football. I was relieved they brought a nerf football instead of a regulation football, it was a lot easier for everyone to handle. Kim and I ended up on the same team along with Paul, who was built like an offensive lineman but was our quarterback. Paul and I hooked up on a few long touchdown passes early and I suddenly had a new nickname, Largent. Along with the nickname came double coverage, making it tough to repeat our previous success. Fred was quarterback of the opposing team and he was deadly accurate and kept the score close. When the first couple of people had to leave, after about 90 minutes, we decided to call it a game with our team ahead by a touchdown.
“We should do this every Saturday afternoon”, Ron suggested, as a bunch of us sat around in the sun, drinking the sodas and cooling down. “Weather permitting, of course”, he added.
“Good idea”, Paul agreed, “I’ll bring the soda next week!”
“Yeah, thanks for bringing the refreshments you two”, Fred raised his can to Kim and I.
I nodded to Kim, “It was this thoughtful lady’s idea.”
“Wow, first extra bacon and now refreshments for the gang…”, Paul said, hoisting his can up to Kim, “Largent was right, you are a keeper Kim!”
“Damn right!”, I declared, giving my gorgeous, blushing girl a big kiss on the cheek. We all chatted a bit more before more folks started scattering.
Ron pulled me aside as Kim and I were fixing to leave. “Does your old lady smoke weed?”, he asked. I grinned and nodded affirmative. “You guys should swing by before dinner, I got some really tasty stuff”,
“Around six?”, I asked.
“Cool, see ya then”, he replied and took off with Paul.
Kim and I loaded up the cooler and she tossed me the keys. “Be careful”, she warned and got in the passenger side. Wow, this was showing a lot of trust for only really knowing me for two days. She knew I had driven a lot of different cars over the summer but I hadn’t operated many Toyotas and nothing quite like Kim’s little 2-seater. It took only a few moments to get used to the manual transmission and I resisted the strong urge to pop the clutch and burn some rubber. “So, what was Ron whispering in your ear?”, Kim asked as I carefully drove us back to the other side of campus.
“He’s got some really tasty weed and invited us up to his room to smoke some before dinner”, I answered.
“Sweet!”, she said with a grin, and then, “well, shall we try the showers on the fifth floor on your dorm this time?”
“Sure”, I replied with my own grin. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, during lunch Blondie whispered in my ear something about a big, thick dildo and taking a long, hot, soapy shower”, I related the tale, and then added, “and then she said to make sure I told you.” I was omitting the part about the adult store downtown, hoping she wouldn’t wonder where Amy got her dildo.
Kim laughed and then managed to get out, “That little vixen! She wants to join us again already!” I just nodded, I had already come to the same conclusion. “How do you feel about that”, the pale brunette asked.
“I genuinely like Amy and we all got along really well so it’s more than fine with me if you want to invite her to join us but I also really do enjoy time alone with you”, I replied honestly and then added, “so, it’s pretty much up to you.”
“Well, how would you feel if I found different woman that wanted to join us for some fun?”, she inquired.
“Seriously?”, I asked, not really believing my ears the first time.
“I’m just talking hypotheticals at the moment, Steve”, Kim said, “I don’t have anyone lined up, just seeing how you feel about it.”
We had arrived at the parking lot near our dorms so I didn’t reply for a moment while I parked her car. Now that we had parked, I grabbed her left hand and placed it on my hardening cock to let her know how I felt about her idea. She laughed and then said, “Alrighty then”, and then added with a smirk, “maybe I can find someone with really big boobs for us to play with!” That made my erection twitch under her hand and she just laughed some more and stroked me a few times before hopping out of the car.
“You like big boobs, eh?”, I asked eagerly as I grabbed the styrofoam cooler, holding it in front of me to hide my boner as we marched to my dorm.
“Doesn’t everyone?”, the playful brunette asked.

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An Affair With A Submissive Connecticut Wife

An Affair With A Submissive Connecticut Wife By rutger5
For the third time since I started my workout I heard the door open and someone come in. As I was between sets I looked up and this time I was pleasantly surprised. The first time had been a young couple who looked as if anything more complicated then a stationary bike would be beyond their ability. The second time was a teenaged boy who watched me exercise for a minute before leaving.
This time however a very attractive lady who appeared to be in her late thirties had entered the hotel fitness center. She scanned the room once she was inside but she looked ready to go. She was wearing a pair of blue snug fitting sweat pants with the word PINK emblazoned on her round, full posterior. She also had on a black scoop neck tank top and cross training shoes. Her outfit was completed by a pearl necklace around her slender neck and a gold ring with a large rock on her left hand.
She seemed to me to be the type of lady who would be at home at a country club or other wasp-ish enclave. From her pale good looks to her short blond hair styled in a bob cut and her perfectly manicured nails she looked as if she was born into money or perhaps married it.
I smiled at her and said “Good morning” in a low tone as I filled my water bottle from the cooler before resuming my exercise. She returned my greeting, flashing her pearly whites in a dazzling smile directed at me. As I resumed doing bench presses on the universal the woman began to stretch her leg muscles, first doing some standing quadriceps stretches. As she did these her back was towards me and as she pulled on her ankle it highlighted the shape of her leg and butt. It distracted me enough that I actually lost count of my reps.
Because the walls of the room were mirrored I realized that the woman could tell that I was admiring her body and in fact as I looked at her reflection I actually saw her wink at me. Rising from the seat I removed a towel from a pile of them and wiped my brow before asking her a question.
“Since I’m up would you like some water or a towel?”
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Yes I could do with both please.”
First I lifted another towel before filling a plastic cup with water which I brought to her. She took the towel and draped it over her shoulder before taking the cup. When she did her fingers lightly brushed against mine giving me a jolt that I felt all the way to my groin.
“Thank you. By the way my name is Payton” she said as she extended her hand daintily in my direction.
“A pleasure Payton, I’m Rob” I replied as I took her hand.
“Umm, pardon me for saying so but it’s not hard to pleasure you it seems” she said with a twinkle in her grayish eyes. “I on the other hand can be hard to please though it is very worthwhile if you succeed.”
My jaw dropped from her innuendo and I was so flabbergasted that I couldn’t think of anything to answer what she’d said so I reluctantly released her hand and resumed my seat. If I thought her last stretch was distracting what she now did totally threw me off my game. Payton lay on the floor mat no more than two feet away with her feet pointed straight in my direction as she stretched her hamstrings. With one leg bent at the knee and her foot on the floor she lifted her other leg to her chest.
As my eyes were helplessly drawn to the nexus of her thighs I was shocked as I realized that Payton couldn’t be wearing panties because a prominent camel toe clearly showed. She smiled as she saw the look I must have made when I discovered this.
“Rob I hope me being here isn’t distracting you too badly” she said smiling wickedly.
“To be honest you are very distracting Payton and not only do you know it I believe you enjoy it immensely.”
She laughed throatily to my response as she switched the position of her legs and as she did she spread them a little further apart. That was more than I could take at the moment as my blood was flowing to a part of my body that I wasn’t exercising and in my position I knew would clearly show to Payton. Standing I quickly turned so as not to reveal my growing erection and pretended to study another piece of equipment.
When I had deflated somewhat I started to work on my triceps as that way I wouldn’t be facing her.
“Are you in the city for long?” she asked me.
“Just here for a long weekend” I truthfully told her.
“And your wife isn’t interested in working out?” she asked as she had obviously noticed my wedding ring.
“No shopping is more her idea of exercise. She and her mother will get in a good session today with all the boutiques.”
“We’re in town so that our son can acclimate himself as he’ll be attending university here this fall. Of course he and my husband are golfing today. I’ll be lucky if I see them before dinner the way they play and they think nothing of leaving me all alone.”
There was no way I could respond to that opening she had left me unless I was looking for trouble and I was already tempted as it was. I just made a hmm sound as I continued my workout when Payton spoke to me again.
“Rob I hope you don’t mind but its plain to see you’re in great shape and know your way around a gym so I was wondering if I could ask you for some advice.”
“I’ll be glad to help if I can Payton but you look to be pretty fit yourself.”
“I’m not in horrible shape but my regimen is mostly tennis and walking so my practical knowledge isn’t great. There are a couple of exercises I want to do but I’m not sure if I’m doing them right and maintaining proper form.”
“No problem, the best thing to do is try them where I can see how you do and correct you if I see something wrong” I said as I stood near her.
“Thanks, would you mind helping me up?” she asked while extending a hand.
Reluctantly I reached down and helped her to her feet but she waited longer than necessary before letting go of my hand. Then as she made her way to the universal her thigh brushed against me even though there was plenty of space. Payton attached a collar with Velcro fastening and a D-clamp to her ankle and connected the D-clamp to the low pulley before turning to me.
“I’ve been trying to firm up my backside as now I’m getting older and I don’t want to fall apart but I don’t think I’m doing it right Rob.”
Facing the pulley she moved her leg back in a straight line and when she finished she turned to me. Watching her technique I hadn’t noticed any flaws in her approach.
“That’s how I do it but I’m not feeling it in my butt so I must be doing something wrong” she said.
“Try this Payton, use the leg that isn’t connected to the pulley and slowly go through a full range of motion and squeeze your gluteus muscle the whole time” I told her as I came closer and crouched down by her side.
She swung her leg back slowly all the way, paused and returned her leg to its starting position.
“How was that?” I asked.
“Much better thanks.”
“Try it with the other leg Payton.”
When she brought her leg back I placed my palm against her buttock and felt its contraction. Payton sighed as I felt her quivering flesh with my fingers. As her leg paused my hand slipped around to the front and ran toward her delta and as I did she actually whimpered. My fingers ran over her covered, plump pussy lips with the edge of my hand sliding between them. Payton brought her leg back to its starting position as my free hand worked its way up her leg. Unable to resist I buried my face against her taut ass, my lips brushing the material.
“Rob I told you I was a married woman” she gasped out.
“Yes you did.”
I stood and pressed my body against hers and as I did my fingers continued teasing Payton’s pussy while my lips felt her hair against them as they searched for her neck. As soon as my lips found it they nuzzled against it making her lean into me. My other hand took Payton by the head and turned her my way and I brought my mouth to hers. I kissed her hard and when I did her soft lips parted involuntarily allowing my tongue to dart inside. Payton seemed to melt into me but a moment later she broke our kiss by taking a step backwards though I managed to move my right hand with her keeping it rubbing against her mound.
All of a sudden Payton slapped me right across my face. It wasn’t very hard but for a moment I wondered if I had been wrong. However when I looked in her eyes I saw my answer. My fingers continued teasing Payton and as I again closed the distance between us my left hand grasped her right wrist and pulled it behind her back.
“You brute” she managed to get out before I kissed her again.
Payton eagerly responded to my kiss and her free hand soon found its way to my short dark hair where it stroked away. I brought my hand up and slipped it underneath Payton’s sweats where it slid down to her sweet treat. On the way I encountered no hair as she must be clean shaven down there. She was soaked and my finger easily went inside her tight opening sliding in all the way. At that moment we heard the door opening.
“I’ll never get over the look on that poor kid’s face” Payton said about the hotel worker who had walked in on us as we scrambled to disentangle ourselves. We were now on a hotel elevator when the car stopped on the seventh floor and the door opened.
“This is my floor” I said as I stepped off and the door closed between us.
I watched the door open and saw Payton standing there dressed in the sweatpants she had been wearing but her tank top was gone and she only had on a flimsy bra and her feet were bare. She held the door open as I strode in and closed it behind me and kind of leaned into the door.
“Here I am a helpless woman left alone by my husband and a strange man has barged into my hotel room. Oh whatever should I do?”
I actually had to fight from laughing from that bit from Payton but I managed to keep a straight face through it. My hands pushed my workout pants down to my knees along with my boxers and I stood with my rampant erection freed from its captivity.
“What I think you should do Payton is get on your knees and suck my hard dick” I told her in no uncertain terms.
She sank down to the hotel carpet and knelt in front of me and then reached her hand out and wrapped it around my swollen shaft. Her head tilted up and she looked me straight in my eye before she brought her mouth to it. Her red lips parted wide enough that she took the tip between them and also ran her tongue against it so I could see.
“You mean like that” she answered as she pulled her head back a trifle “ but it’s so thick I don’t know how much I can take.”
Grabbing her head I forced it back in her mouth but I pushed it much deeper. When she tried to pull her head back I held it in place.
“Let me amend what I said. What you should do is kneel there while I face fuck you and of course assist as you are able.”
With that I started to jam my thick erection as far as she could take without choking her. Payton’s hands now held my legs as I thrust back and forth into her pretty mouth. More than a little saliva escaped as I was as rough to her as I could be. I’d seen in her eyes a look familiar to me and that I knew well. Payton liked to, no, craved to be shown who was boss and luckily for me for this morning I would be the one.
“Payton stop wasting time and take off your bra” I barked at her.
Immediately she reached a hand back and unclasped her bra and slid it off to reveal her pert breasts. With what her mouth was doing to me at the moment I wasn’t about to stop Payton but I knew before long I would lavish all the attention that those two tits deserved. They were certainly more than a mouthful but were small enough that they didn’t really need a bra to keep them high on her chest with no sagging at all. The nipples were marble sized and proudly erect on the quarter sized areolas.
My cock continued to go to the back of her mouth but it seemed to me that it would never fit down her throat. More than once she gagged but I pressed on as we both enjoyed what was happening. On one occasion she gasped and had to pull her mouth off me and after she did Payton ran her slim fingers along my shaft which was slick from her spit.
“It’s so big and hard, does it always get like this Rob?”
“It has been like that since you teased me in the fitness center Payton.”
“You mean little ol’ me caused this?”
“Yes and I’ve been meaning to punish you for being so naughty.”
On hearing the word punish a gleam appeared in Payton’s gray eyes that decided my course for me. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet before leading her to the large bed that dominated the room. First I sat at the edge then I pulled her over my lap with the word PINK facing me printed on her firm ass. My hand yanked her sweats down revealing her smooth cheeks. Before I could proceed I had to touch, feel, squeeze and caress those beautiful butt cheeks. Once I got my initial fill of playing with them I was able to move on. My fingers forced Payton’s thighs apart enough that they could touch her wet little pussy and she trembled as I grazed her lips.
They slid across the wet slit a few times building the anticipation until I pushed two fingers up her slippery snatch making her squirm. As Payton writhed from the feeling I suddenly brought my free hand down hard on her perfectly shaped tush causing a gasp to escape her mouth. Relentlessly I spanked her making sure to equally distribute my blows so no area received more than another. The whole time I did this my fingers continued plunging deep in her tight, wet pussy with an occasional rub of her clit from my thumb.
From the sound of her increasingly ragged breathing I figured that she was getting close so while I continued with her chastisement I buried my fingers in her welcoming hole and wiggled them about so my thumb could maintain constant contact with her hard, little nub. After a short amount of vigorous rubbing Payton gasped and I felt her cunt clamp tight on my fingers as her thighs also contracted from the force of her climax. I relented my spanking as she reached orgasmic heights and drifted back to earth.
Payton turned her head sideways so I could see her lovely face in its bliss, her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a half smile. I withdrew my fingers from her and brought them to her lips and without prompting she sucked on them removing all traces of her internal juices. After I removed them she licked her lips as if she had enjoyed her own womanly taste.
“That’s enough rest Payton. Now I want you to get on the bed on your hands and knees with your ass sticking out by the edge.”
As she speedily complied I undressed myself and moved behind her. Her juicy cunt looked so good and I wanted nothing more than to ram my erection deep in her but I decided to taste Payton first. My body crouched so that my face was level with her ass and pussy and I ran my tongue from her juicy opening between her wet lips and beyond until I reached her puckered back opening. When my tongue touched her anus Payton shuddered and pushed back slightly.
Shaking my head I realized here was another area I had to explore with her. My tongue began making little circular movements as it zeroed in there and she moaned in appreciation of the attention. I alternated licking her sweet slit with her tangy hole until I was unable to wait any more. My hands grasped Payton by her hips and I rolled her onto her back where I saw her pussy for the first time from that angle, all bald and soaked. There was no time to pause and enjoy the view however and as soon as she was on her back I placed my thickness to her lips and drove forward.
My need was great by this time and I dispensed with any niceties but instead forced my cock as deep as Payton could take it. Her legs I grabbed by the knees and I pushed them to her chest while pounding her pussy hard. I made no attempt to be subtle or to last long, I just wanted the relief my balls were demanding. My hips moved as fast as they could, driving my dick in and out of her clinging pussy.
It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar, welcome feeling growing and with one final deep thrust I felt my release begin. As swiftly as I could I pulled out of Payton and climbed onto the bed and straddled her as my cum started to shoot from me. The first shot sailed wide and far of her but my second I managed to aim so that it hit her cheek flush. Further spurts landed on her before Payton grasped me while tilting her head enough that she could lick my overly sensitive head. Now it was my turn to squirm as she took me into her hot mouth. When she realized that I was done cumming she released me after giving my head one more lick.
“You are a talented little cock sucking slut, aren’t you Payton?” I said while grinning at her.
She just shrugged in reply to my observation but her smile was bigger than mine. As I moved off her I took the opportunity to taste her cute little nipples, sucking and nipping each in turn which she seemed to greatly enjoy. That reminded me of something I had brought from my room so I retrieved my workout pants and slipped my hands into the pocket removing two items. In my hand I held two mini hair clips that could hold a small braid or strand of hair. With a smile I opened one and clamped it on Payton’s nipple and I repeated the procedure with the other.
“Do you like how they feel on your cute nipples Payton?”
She just nodded yes and I saw the mixture of pain and pleasure they brought to her face. She was a wild one, no doubt about that.
“Now get back on your hands and knees for round two.”
As soon as she was in position I gave her ass one hard swat before again drving my prick to her pink depths making her shudder. One hand grabbed her hip and I pulled her back with it as I pushed forward with my pelvis for a satisfying motion. My other hand worked its way to her lips where she eagerly sucked my fingers. Once they were good and wet I pulled them back and started to tickle her anus with my index finger. Payton visibly trembled as I teased her back hole and when I pushed my fingertip in her ass while continuing filling her pussy with my shaft she appeared to have a mini orgasm.
My finger slid in deeper as I probed her backdoor and once I was all the way in I began to push a second finger in as well.
“Oh yes please don’t stop” she pleaded with me as if there was any chance I would but by this time I had lost any control I had as well.
Once I’d built up a good rhythm finger fucking her tight ass I pulled out of her front entrance with my swollen prick and also removed my fingers from her butt as well.
“Payton I plan on fucking your tight ass with my thick cock. What do you think of that?”
“It’s so big, I’ve never had one so big back there but I’m ready for it I think.”
I spit right on her hole then I pressed my head to it and started to push against her but it was tough going to enter her.
“Payton your hole is so small I’m having a problem fitting in. Grab hold of my cock and hold it steady while I work it in.”
She reached back between her legs and her fingers encircled my girth and placed it right at the entrance as my hands held her hips. When I pushed forward again her hand held me steady and the head battered its way past her ring and inside her. Payton moaned loudly from a combination of pain and desire as my shaft drilled deeper. I only managed to get halfway inside her when I paused to give her time to adjust while also preventing me from losing it and going crazy too fast.
After a minute I started to move again by first sliding back a few inches and then forward. Slowly she opened up as her tight channel stretched to this invasion. For a minute I slowly moved in her and managed to get a bit deeper but an idea came to me. With one smooth movement I slid out of Payton’s ass, grabbed my prick and pushed it back into her pussy and began to fuck her hard. My unexpected assault made her cry out as I sank deep into her wet pussy. It almost seemed as if her canal was tighter as if it was competing with her back channel to please me but either way I was the winner.
Our flesh slapped together creating a song of desire and lust as we again built up a good rhythm but before I could push myself too far I withdrew causing Payton to moan with disappointment. Before she could even finish I was again working my way into her backdoor and with her pussy juice as added lubrication I sank all the way into her back passage.
My hands guided her hips back and forth as she swallowed then released my hardness repeatedly. We continued like this until I realized I might be getting close so I again pulled from her. This time I waited a little before again sliding deep in her sweet pussy. Again we built up to a good pace before one more time I withdrew. This time I climbed onto the bed and crouched behind Payton and once more worked deep into her ass.
The fingers of one hand clasped her hair and pulled her head up while I also steadied myself by leaning the other hand on Payton’s back. This time I pounded her as fast as I was able to sinking all the way in so my balls slapped her ass before I would pull halfway out. She was making little grunts as I bottomed out in her ass repeatedly and I was delirious from pleasure.
Knowing how close I was to cumming I increased my speed more and with a loud grunt my cock spewed deep up Payton’s guts. It was quite intense and I collapsed on top of her so that we were both sprawled on the mattress spent and gasping for breath.
The next evening while having a fine dinner with my wife and mother-in-law in the hotel restaurant I noticed the hostess seating Payton and her family. Her son was a fine looking young man whose features definitely came from his mother while her husband seemed to be a somewhat bland, grayish man who appeared to be best described as a wet blanket. After our main course was brought out I excused myself from the table to use the rest room.
As I passed her table I managed to catch her eye with a sidelong glance as her son and husband talked. No sooner had I reached the entrance to the men’s room when Payton appeared right behind me. She was wearing a little black dress and looked incredibly sexy to me. Opening the door I seized her arm and guided her in before me. Luckily there was no one in there so I led her to a stall and pushed her in and followed closing the door behind us. I was unzipping myself with one hand as I lifted up her dress with the other. Payton wasted no time in pulling down her silk panties to mid-thigh.
“Are you wet?” I asked her and she nodded yes.
I pushed her so that she was bent over the bowl and drove my prick home. Payton bit on her hand to muffle her noises as I rapidly worked in and out of her. Knowing that I couldn’t take long I went hard as soon as she loosened up a little. My finger found her clit and I stroked it rapidly in time to my thrusts. Just knowing anyone including her husband could walk in turned me on unbelievably and as soon as I felt her tense my cock swelled and started emptying my cum in her pussy. Her muscles clamped on me tighter milking every last drop from me.
Once I was done I pulled out and wiped my dick off with some tp before zipping up. Without looking back I opened the stall and headed out. I heard her words before I left the bathroom.
“Rob I gave you my number yesterday so remember to call me if you’re ever back in Connecticut some time.”
THE END
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