Fantasy

Fantasy

Highschool Grade 9 Chapter 1

All people, places, and events in this story are fictitious, any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidence.
This is written in first person, not based on true experiences, and if you aren’t an enjoyer of those under the age of 18, then please refrain from rude comments, it’s only a story.
Also, this first installment will contain little to no sexual content, being more of a “romancy” feel, I guess. Setting the mood for later installments, introducing characters, and so on.
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Let’s start at the beginning, when my life had an abrupt turn around, but not in a bad way. I can assure you of that.
I’m not some super hunk, but I’m not that kid that no one wants to go near. Fourteen years old, male, white, I stand at a nice six feet, but I’m a little on the skinny side, only weighing around 130 pounds or so. My hair is a normal brown, that seems to have a mind of it’s own, no matter what, and my eyes are a either blue or gray at any given time, and the color of them changes regularly. I even have braces, but I’ve had those since 5th grade. I have a mild personality, it takes a lot to get to me, and it’s rare that someone manages to even find me in the slightest fit of anger. I’m not athletic, but I have been able to hold my own with the Middle School’s best soccer players back when I was in 7th and 8th grade. I was always good at running, even with the little exercise I did.
The school I attend wasn’t in my hometown, so I don’t really know anyone as well as the rest of them know each other. I’ve been going to that school system for a few years but it takes twice as long to make really good friends, and since I’m shy, exceptionally so, it’s even more difficult. Now, I’m no “shut-in”, but my friends aren’t as close as I’d like them to be.
It’s my freshman year in high school, but I’ve been coming to this school system from three already, and in those years I’ve gotten one title that seems to stick out among the rest, “genius.” I don’t intend to brag, but when you live in a really bad neighborhood, and your parents don’t want you outside a lot, you can’t do that much except for reading. Anyways, I’m considered the “go-to-guy” by a lot of people in my classes for things such as quick help on an assignment, and through this I made the friends I have now.
With this, my story begins.
The cold December air wrapped around me as I slid into the back seat of our car, an old 1996 Jeep that managed to break down every now and then. My hair was still wet from my regular morning shower, and even in the brief seconds between my house and the car, it managed to freeze a little.
“C’mon, old fart, we’ve gotta go.” I said, calling out to my dad, who was regularly late, “School starts in ten minutes and we live twenty minutes away from there!” My dad grunted a response and hurried into his Jeep, pulling out of our gravel driveway and speeding down the road. He called himself a chronic speeder, and I’ll be the first to agree if it’s brought up by anyone else. Our drive was rather uneventful, it consisted of, the asking of what was going on today, a few questions about any tests or quizzes, and then a silent ride listening to talk radio as my dad snaked through traffic with the skill of an ex-deliveryman.
“Jump and roll,” My dad called out as we pulled up to the school, just in the nick of time for the first bell to ring, which signaled for five minutes before classes started. I ran to Chemistry, at the back of the building for some reason, and settled in just as the tardy bell rang. A few people congratulated me on the good timing, since the science teacher wasn’t too good to people that were late, sending them back down to the office right away to sign in for being late to class. And despite that, this class was one of my favorites.
Before I get any further, I’ll tell you now, my mind has been set on a few select girls for quite some time, since 6th or 7th grade, when I was still getting to know people and getting into the groove of things. A new one came along this year in Chemistry, a mixed girl named Sade? She’s a grade ahead of me, but she was a real beauty, in fact all of the girls I had my eyes set on were. Nothing like those stereotypical, “big titted” blondes that made an appearance in almost every porn film. Sade?as probably on the larger side of A-cup breasts, possibly a B-cup, I’m no expert in the ways of telling, and I sure as hell wouldn’t ask a girl out of the blue what her bra size was. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders and curled in an appealing way. She ran track, which was a plus since she had a perfectly flat stomach, and a toned ass that any girl would die to have. Those last few things were revealed by the form fitting shirts and skinny jeans that she almost always wore.
Science itself was rather boring, since I knew most of it anyways, being self taught in most subjects by this time, but being in the same class as Sade?ade it better, since she was a diamond among pearls.
Let’s get back to the story.
As class started, the monotony of the day began to set in until a little lab was prepared by the teacher, its was just mixing some chemicals to see what kind of reaction occurred, what differences were there between the beginning and end products, and so on. Today luck smiled on me as I was paired up with Sade?
“Nice goggles,” I teased as we both pulled on the generic, used by a thousand other students, cleaned by some cabinet that’s against the wall, goggles. You could barely see through them, but teachers, for some reason, decided it was good enough.
“I’d say the same but…” Sade?aughed back, the obvious, playful insult hanging in the air, not needing to be spoken. Her voice rang bells in my head, or so it seemed to me.
“That just hurts,” I returned, feigning sadness, she just laughed more, and nothing much happened after that. A few students broke their test tubes, one spilled a beaker of water, nothing exciting. After Science, next to nothing happened until lunch, as was every other day that had passed so far.
At lunch, I always saw a small girl named Zo? She was one of the girls I’d had my eye on since 7th grade, and for some reason, not many other guys did. Anyways, she was probably one of the few people in this school system that was close to me, not as close as I’d like, but closer than others, and I usually went to her when I had to say something I wouldn’t normally tell anyone. She was fairly quiet, very pale, probably around 5’4”, had light brown hair, and probably one of the cutest things to ever grace this god given planet. I never look for the hot girls, I already know they’re out of my league, and at this particular school, most of them were sluts anyway, and you knew it from the overuse of makeup. But Zo?she didn’t use any, and if she did, it was a very light amount. I’ve already said I was bad at guessing bra sizes, but with her, it just seems that her boobs were on the big side, which only made her even cuter, it gave her the appearance of being ready to fall over at any moment, which she did quite often.
“Can I have a few fries?” She asked in a quiet voice, she was never quite loud enough for me to hear, but by now I was used to this, and nodded agreement, smiling as I got a view down her shirt, which was never a bad thing. She, too, wore the form fitting shirts that seemed to hug her body in just the right places, and even now I could feel my crotch stirring. She looked up at me with green eyes that were pale, just like the rest of her. I couldn’t even consider speaking, lest my tongue fail me. I slid off to my usual table, and she hers, after taking a handful of fries.
I usually sit with a few friends, they’re what most would call “nerdy”, but I, already being the outcast I am, was able to gather a wide variety of friends, or acquaintances, and no one bothered me about. And for the most part, everyone was nice to each other at this school, no real bullying, and if something mean was said, we all took it in stride.
“Dude, why do you let her do that?” Trey asked, he was a decent friend, we had a few classes together this year, and he was pretty cool about anything. I could only shrug in response since, being shy, it’s rather hard to just go, “I like her,” and get on with life.
“Want to trade some fries for a few bites of this?” My friend Parshva asked, he was a Jainist, strictly vegetarian, but he always had a homemade meal, and it was almost always spicy.
“Sure,” I tossed a few fries his way and he pinches out what looks like a sponge ball, dips it some green mixture that gives off the smell of spicy food, and hands it to me. I ate the whole piece at once, and I felt the fire of it as it spread over my tongue and down my throat. “Damn,” I cursed, “that’s fucking spicy.” I held back a cough and did my best not to laugh, but it’s not much use when it’s such a common occurrence now that you just have to laugh. “Give me a warning next time.” I said, glancing over at Zo?s she ate at a table just a few ahead of mine.
After finishing my meal, I met up with Zo?nd a few other friends, all girls, but I kept close to Zo? I had the feeling that they knew I liked her, but I kept quiet about it as I listened to them talk to themselves, adding my two-cents every now and then until the bell rang and the rest of the mindless day wore on.
7th Period rolled around, and with it brought Maddie, best friend of Zo?and my closest friend at this school. She and I had weird talks, drew pictures of things such as five-legged unicorns, and had a fair share of awkward situations. She was tomboyish, had long, blonde hair, shorter than Zo?y about two inches, leaving her at 5’2”, and wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t fat either, it was an overall layer that made her skin look smooth and made her hips and medium-sized breasts appealing to the eyes. We were on opposite sides of the room, but before class started, we always had a short chat, and today’s wasn‘t much of a chat.
“Poopface,” she called out, and immediately I turned my head to respond, which just got laughter from her. There isn’t much you can say to that, but when you have very ticklish friends, it’s suffice to say that revenge is never boring. “Stop,” She said, between fits of giggles that only a girl can manage to have.
“No can do, I’m a poopface,” I said back, renewing my attack as people began to turn away from the scene, it was rather normal for us. The English teacher walked in as the bell rang, and I returned to my seat to listen to her boring, monotonous speech about Jonathan Edwards, who was anything but monotonous. Just as her, shall we call it, “lecture” began, the fire alarm went off. “Damn,” I murmured, much to the chagrin of the super Christian who sat behind me, “it’s cold and they have a fire?” It didn’t matter to me, though, I only thought of more time to screw around, and it was outside.
We filed out in no order, and I kept a slow pace with Maddie, joking around with her all the way outside, and continued to do so even as we stopped to await the tone that signaled to return inside.
“You’re still a poopface,” She said, after we’d gotten to the topic of me tickling her, and yes, she does use this term a lot, it’s who she is, and I don’t mind it.
“You know you love me,” I returned, laughing as she made a face that suggested otherwise. “How can you hate this wonderful piece of art?” Okay, I’ll admit that I’m a fairly conceited. Maddie didn’t help herself when she made a comment about me being one of the ugliest pieces of art she’s ever seen, so I resumed my tickling, which drew the attention on the thousands that were at the school as we stood in the cold December air.
“I’m beating you up tomorrow,” Maddie swore playfully, crossing her heart like a little kid does when they make a promise to someone else. At that point, I’d stopped and was hugging her since she didn’t have a jacket on, and although I don’t want to admit it, a few fantasies about her coming onto me right then and there entered my mind, in the frigid air, just going at it. I hope she didn’t notice my boner poking her in her oh-so-perfect ass.
Nothing exciting happened after this, we were given homework, sent off as the day’s final bell rang, I was taken home and I awaited the arrival of the next day. I played some video games, texted Maddie and Zo?and did as much as any other person would to get the next day to show up.
Friday reared it’s wondrous head this day, despite being around 10 degrees, there was little wind, so it didn’t feel freezing, and I even managed to leave the house early. So far, things were great, and I’d even relieved myself of a few stresses the night before, if you know what I mean. I could feel my crotch stir at the flight of fantasy I’d had during the night, and what a fantasy it was. I’d go into detail, but it’s better left unsaid for now.

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Fantasy

The trip to Alton Towers.

This is my first story i have ever made. I hope you like it and i hope that your comments will be nice. Tell me if their is anyway i can improve. I was having doubts as to wether to start the 2nd part. If you guys want me to i will start the 2nd part! This story is about a fantasy of mine, about fucking one of my old teachers at school. This is what i dreamed it to be like!

Fantasy

Suck Him!

Hank was tied up and couldn’t move, his legs held apart by a bar, arms tied behind his back and then to another bar above his head. “Ok, bitch”, Paul said to him, “time to have some fun!’ “Suck his dick,” he ordered as Bill moved his dick towards his face. “Go to hell!” he said pulling his face away. “Ahhh” he moaned as Paul slapped his dick hard. “I said suck, bitch!” Bill moved in again, and again he moved his head only to get another hard slap across his dick and balls. “We can do this all night mother fucker,” said Paul as he squeezed one of Hanks nipples between his fingers. “In fact you’re going to beg him to let you suck his dick before we’re through!”
“The hell I am,” he proclaimed. Smack, came another hard blow to his dick, fallowed by two more. Paul then grabbed his dick hard. It felt like he would pull it right off of him. He yanked it again, then held it up and smacked his balls a few times. “Are you ready to suck Bitch”, he asked. “Fuck you” Hank answered. “Oh don’t worry, you will” said Paul laughing.
Paul stepped away for a few minutes, leaving Bill alone with him. “You know you really should do what he ask”, he said. “I fought for a long time too, but all it got me was a lot of pain. And once you get used to it, it can really feel good. Here let me show you.” Bill leaned down and took Hanks dick in his mouth and began to suck.
“Get the fuck away from me you fag!” screamed Hank. He hated knowing some guy had his dick in his mouth. And he hated it even more that after all the hits he had taken it actually felt good.
“Get the hell away from him!” ordered Paul as he stepped back into the room. “I never told you, you could suck him.” “Sorry sir”, answered Bill, holding his head down. “Part your legs”, ordered Paul. Bill did as ordered, standing straight up with his legs parted. Smack! Paul’s hand came down hard on his dick. “Don’t ever think you can do as you want bitch!” he said and spit in his face.
“Now, where was I”, he said to himself as he reached into the box he had brought into the room with him. Reaching in he pulled out some nipple clamps. He squeezed Hanks nipples hard, first one then the other, leaned over and took them in turn into his mouth and sucked hard. Then taking a clamp in one hand and Hanks nipple in the other he let the clamps teeth bite down. “Ahhhhh”, yelled Hank. The pain was intense. He had used them on women before, and now he was finally seeing what it was like.
“You probably think I’m going to ask you to suck his dick again, but I’m not. In fact I’m not going to let you suck it, until you beg for it!” he said as he slapped Hanks dick again. Paul continued hitting on his dick and balls for what seemed like forever. He dick throbbed with so much paid, he almost forgot about the nipple clamps hanging from his chest.
The whole time Bill just stood there watching and stroking his dick and balls. It was beginning to look like Paul may not be able to break him.
“Come here bitch”, he ordered Bill, “Suck my dick.” Bill kneeled, taking Paul’s dick in his mouth and began to suck him deep and hard. “Harder, deeper, gag on it!” he ordered, while continuing to slap Hanks dick all the while he was being sucked. Bill could feel Paul’s dick begin to jerk in his mouth and knew he was about to come. He prepared himself for the load he would be required to swallow, when suddenly Paul pulled his dick out, turned towards Hank, and shoot his load all over Hanks dick.
“There that’s what you needed Bitch, a little cum. Now you can be a real cum whore.”, he said grabbing Hanks dick and rubbing the cum into it. “Ok, we’re getting closer.” He announced. “You’ve had your dick in another man’s mouth, you’ve had cum on you, we’ll that’s two. Now its time to get fucked in the ass!” “No, no, no”, pleaded Hank in desperation, as he watched Paul pull a huge 3-inch wide dildo out of the box and lube it.
Paul walked around behind him and began spreading his ass cheeks. “Keep smacking his dick while I fuck his ass”, he ordered. Hank felt intense pain as Paul began to push the huge toy against his but hole. “Ahhhhhhh” he yelled, “stop, please!” “You know what it’s going to take to make me stop bitch.” Paul answered as the fake dick began to penetrate his ass. “Ahhhhhh”, he continued to scream and pleaded for him to stop. “I’m gonna fucking rip your ass up bitch” was Paul’s only response.
“Ok, ok, just stop,” said Hank, in a desperate attempt to make the pain stop. “Ok, what bitch?” “Ok, I’ll do it, just stop” he answer. Paul pushed the rubber dick in further. “Ahhhhhhh, stop I said I would do it” yelled Hank. “No way bitch, you don’t get off that easy, you got to beg for Bills dick! Beg him to let you suck him,” answered Paul shoving it in a little more.
Bill was getting really excited at this point. He like watching Paul shove the huge dildo into Hanks ass. Liked the thought of sticking his dick into Hanks virgin mouth, and the more excited he got the harder he smacked Hanks dick, and the harder his own now throbbing dick got.
“Ahhhhhhhh” Hank screamed again, reacting to the increased pressure of Bill’s slaps. “Ok, just stop! I’ll do anything, just please stop.” “Say it bitch, you know what I want to hear” ordered Paul. Hank took a breath, still reluctant, but the next push into his ass finally did it.
“Let me suck your dick” he said. Paul continued the assault on his ass, “Not good enough, you have to beg. You have to sound like a filthy little cum whore and beg for his dick.”
“Ahhhhhhhhh” the pain was unbearable. “Please, please let me suck your dick.” “Ahhhhhhh” Paul still had not stopped. “Make it dirty whore,” he ordered.
“Please, please let me suck your fucking hard dick. I want your big hard dick in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth like a pussy. Jam your dick in my mouth till you shoot your cum and make me drink it” he was desperate to make Paul stop. “Fuck my mouth, please”
“Ok” said Paul he stopped pushing into Hanks ass, but still didn’t pull it out. Bill walked in front of Hank and offered his dick. “Suck it bitch” ordered Paul, and this time Hank eagerly engulfed Bills dick with his mouth. “That’s a good little cum whore” said Paul watching him devour Bills dick, and with his own growing hard again.
“I can bring you pleasure or pain,” he said, as he kneeled and took Hanks aching dick into his own mouth. Paul loved to suck dick, and years of practice had made him an expert. Soon Hanks dick was hard and throbbing eager to explode. “See how much you like it, see how hard your fucking dick can get in another man’s mouth” he said, pulling Hanks dick out momentarily.
Bills dick was throbbing now. On the verge, he jammed his dick hard into Hanks mouth, and then began to spit his cum into Hanks now willing mouth. Moments later, Hank’s dick began to jerk and sputter. But instead of drinking is cum, Paul stood up and let it all spit onto his own dick. “Oh, yea, that’s it whore, cover me with your cum” moaned Paul, now rubbing all over his dick.
Pushing Bill aside, he brought is cum covered dick to Hanks mouth. “Beg me to let you suck your cum off my dick bitch” he ordered.
“Please, please let me suck my cum off your dick” answered the now broken Hank. “Not filthy enough whore” snapped Paul as he slapped him. “Please, please I just want to suck my cum off your dick while you fuck my mouth. I want to drink my dirty fucking cum off your hard fucking dick until you cum in my filthy mouth.” With that Paul brought his dick to Hanks lips, “lick it off whore, lick your cum off first, then I’ll let you suck me.”
Hank stuck his tongue out and dutifully began to like his cum off Paul’ swollen dick. He knew now he would always be Paul’s bitch. He thought about what Paul might do to him next as he lapped up the salty sticky goo.

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Fantasy

The Bus Ride Part 1

It was a warm and sticky afternoon when I got onto the bus in the City Centre. What was unusual about today though was how busy the bus was, well unusual for me. You see I normally caught a later bus to get home but had left the office today about an hour and half earlier than normal, simply because it was a nice day and I didn’t see why I should stop at work longer than necessary given we had suffered a few days of really poor but typically British summer weather. What was it they say?
How can you tell when its summer in England?
The rain warms up!
Well it hadn’t rained and the sun was shining so I thought I’d treat myself to an early finish and get home before Coronation Street finished. So here I was at the back of a queue of people, all crowding to get on the bus.
I just stood back and let them get on. I had an hour and three quarter’s journey in front of me and knew that a seat would become available eventually. Still I had not expected the crush that faced me. Talk about sardines in a tin. And to top it all off it was peak rush hour so it would be a slow slog out of the city. Still I had my iPod and I was on my way home.
Maybe at this point I should tell you a little about myself? Here goes. I am 22(ish), slim, obviously female and single. I have been single for, umm let me see now, it must be 9 months. Possibly a little longer. I like my independence. I am not actively looking for a bloke to share my life with, I am not worried I am going to be left on the shelf and neither am I gay or bi. (Although the idea of other girls does not exactly repulse me like it does some of my friends). I live alone and enjoy my life.
In short Bridget Jones I am not.
I think I am quite attractive I certainly get attention from certain male quarters at work, but I tend not to mix business with pleasure. Also, I tend not to go out too much except with a few of the girls at work and then only occasionally. Maybe that’s why I am still single, but I don’t sweat it. And yes of course you want to know about my sex life. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this now would you? Well, if truth be told I don’t have one. Not since Paul and I split up. Not that the fireworks in the bedroom with Paul were that explosive to be honest. Perfunctory I suspect is a word that best describes the twice weekly shenanigans that occurred between us. So I never really missed it. Not as much as I think I miss it now though. So the story I have to tell comes as something of a surprise to me. It may not be much compared to what you may be used to, but it took me by surprise and opened my eyes to what exactly is possible given the right circumstance.
There I was squeezing myself past the great British public on a single decker bus that for this time of day ought really to have been a double decker. Still, it was my chariot home and I wasn’t complaining. Every seat was taken by the time I got on and there was not even ‘standing room only’. There was heavy duty bodily contact with complete strangers as I pressed my way to a small gap next to the single pull down seat upon which a tired looking middle aged bloke sat who, like me, was listening to something on earphones. I grabbed the hand loop hanging above my head and turned around to face the interior of the bus turning my back on the gentleman. The bus pulled away and almost as a single body my travelling companions and I swayed first one way then the other as the bus lurched along the busy street on its way out of the city centre. The first bit of the journey didn’t last too long as the bus was forced to stop in the line of traffic that was snarling up the city centre. I resigned myself to remaining in this position for some reasonable time. Deciding to concentrate on the music playing into my ears and resting my head on my raised arm I closed my eyes.
It must have only been seconds when I and my travelling companions were all once again jolted simultaneously and I felt, well I thought I felt a warm hand touch my leg.
Maybe I ought to explain a little more here, before I go any further. Just so you understand, is that ok? Yes? Good.
I realised I was standing very close to the middle aged man who was sitting on the fold down seat behind me. I didn’t realise it at the time but looking back on it now I must have almost shoved my arse in his face, well not exactly his face, but certainly in his direction. I am not sure how the configuration worked, I didn’t take that much notice but because of the height of his seat and the platform the seat was on and the foot-well that I was standing in, my arse was very close to his lap, or something like that anyway. I’m not completely clear on it as you will come to realise as you read on. Suffice to say, that to the events that transpired on the trip, the positioning of my arse was most advantageous although if I had been aware of it I would have been highly embarrassed at the time. I still blush a little now about it and have never caught that bus since in case I have to see that man again.
Anyway, I was wearing a fairly tight fitting skirt (it hugged my arse nicely, but not so tight that I displayed a VPL), and because I had been in a rush that morning I had found the only clean pair of stockings I had in my flat which were stay-ups rather than proper stockings or tights. I don’t normally wear these for work, I normally wear tights, but in my rush this morning wore the only thing I had available. My skirt had a split up the centre in the back and I suspect in certain positions exposed quite a lot of thigh. It wasn’t that I lacked confidence you understand. I have nice legs, I know that, I have been told lots of times, but if I had realised just how much thigh was on show, well I think there was a fair bit anyway, I might not have worn that skirt to work. Still I had worn it and in its way I think it contributed quite a lot to what happened next.
The bus settled down after the bumpy stop and I turned to look at the man sitting behind me who by now was looking up at me and I apologised for bumping him. He had a warm friendly smile and said,
“No problem, its ok” and I swear he winked.
I turned my head back and given the position I was in felt somewhat constrained. One hand was holding my handbag onto my shoulder and the other was holding me upright by gripping tightly the hand-loop over my head. When I look back on it now I was in bondage but untied. Quite ironic really. Well, I digress. The bus lurched to a stop again and again I felt what seemed like a warm hand touch my leg. Only this time it seemed to linger a little longer just under the hem of my skirt. I don’t know what it was, if it was the suddenness of it, the heat, the public place, but I felt a little thrill rush through my body and a shiver go down my spine. I also felt something that I had not felt in a very long time, since well, if I am honest, before Paul. I felt aroused. Really aroused. Not just my body responding to an external stimulus but that deep arousal that possesses your mind, eventually if left unchecked it will possesses your soul and then it’s too late, the only reaction your body has is wanton. I had felt it before, but only once and I felt the seeds of it germinating once again.
I found, as I quickly debated the invasion of my privacy that feelings long forgotten and believed lost coming back and involuntarily I moved my left leg, (I could not physically move my right one as it was jammed up against the foot-well), and as a result opened my thighs perceptibly a little. My “abuser” took this movement of my leg as a positive invitation as I felt his warm hand positively stroke my inner leg around my knee. His hand felt hot and coarse through the soft material of my stay-ups. I kept my eyes closed and revelled in the sensation, having forgotten what it felt like to feel the touch of a man anywhere on my body.
I am not an exhibitionist by any stretch of the imagination, but knowing that I was in an extremely public location while having my leg stroked was a huge turn on. Then the bus lurched to a stop once again and the invading hand slipped higher up and above the hem of my skirt.
I panicked, for a few seconds reason re-entered my mind and I wondered what other people on the bus would be thinking, me letting this man touch and caress my leg, so quickly I looked around as best I could and was shocked by the apathy and indifference that was the standard expression on my travelling companions’ faces. I looked down at my assailant and saw his deep blue eyes gaze up at me and he winked. That jolt of a shiver ran through me again and I looked down to see that the way I was standing and he was sitting, no one but the two of us knew what was happening.
This gave me fresh impetuous and again I moved my free leg slightly making the invitation to do more definite.
He did not need asking twice. As the bus drove along the road, sailing past stops of expectant passengers because it was so full already, the middle aged man with the blue eyes raised his hand higher up the inside of my thigh gently stroking causing me to tighten my grip on the handle for fear that the sensations running through me would cause me to faint.
I drew in a sharp breath when I felt his fingertips touch the soft flesh of my upper thigh. I did not realise that he would be able to move so high up without drawing attention to us, but the split in my skirt allowed for that. I trembled and wanted more so I pushed back onto his hand indicating that I wanted him to continue, not knowing where this could go or what it could lead to, I simply knew that I was going. Going in the sense that I was abandoning all reason to the touch of this stranger. I knew of course what would be next and the thought of this stranger touching me through my cotton panties made me squirm pressing my thighs together preventing his upwards movement further. Who was I trying to kid. I knew he had only centimetres left before he touched me where few people had touched me ever and I was torn between a desperate desire to feel another’s touch right there and the madness of the situation with ‘sensible me’ screaming “stop this right now!”
He seemed to sense my indecision as any pressure from his hand to progress further up my thigh ceased until I relaxed re-inviting his attentions. He did not hesitate I presume in case I had a change of mind and his hand through the simple extension of his fingers stroked that part of me that was covered by my white cotton panties. His fingers were in the genital gap where the lips to my pussy were and he was stroking that material that was the only barrier between our respective skins.
It was then I realised just how damp I had become. I moaned. I know I did. I moaned out loud and took a couple of odd looks from those closest to me who heard. I hope they thought I was just enjoying the music that I was listening to, but by that time I had given up caring. I was concentrating on the light touch that my strange man was doing under the hem of my skirt and along the length of the gap between the tops of my thighs. It felt wonderful. It felt fantastic. It felt delectable. I am not really able to describe how it felt; there simply are not enough adjectives in the English language to describe how I was feeling right then.
What came next shocked me even more than my sluttish behaviour was when my man actually touched my pussy lips. Somehow he had moved the material of my panties to one side and was now gently, but firmly stroking my pussy lips whilst at the same time probing to find the inner edge of them so he could part them. That was not hard. Once again I moved my leg so as to afford him more room and my now very moist lips parted at the slightest touch that he made. He stroked the moist flesh on the inner of my pussy lips and I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body and squeezed my eyes shut tight as I fought to fight the need to cry out in ecstasy. I think at that point I had several mini orgasms. I can’t really say as I have only ever climaxed through been fucked before. This was new, very new, to me and so intense. How I controlled my urge to press my pussy down onto his hand and have him fill me with his fingers there and then I will never really know, but I did. I had no choice really did I? This strange middle aged, blue eyed man was in full control and he knew it. I had invited him to invade me and he was doing just that. In public, in the open yet still only he and I knew what was happening.
Next came the ultimate sensation as for the first time in several months my pussy was occupied. I noticed he was very careful, first his fingertip pressed between my pussy lips then is sank into the wet fleshy hole until he was in up to his knuckle. Given the restraints of where we were he could not really get any deeper and so as he began to simply finger fuck my pussy by the twitching of his finger tip I settled back a little to enjoy his attentions.
It felt good. There was no massive cock, no hard fucking and banging away at my body, now sweaty pulsing sexual organs. Just a fingertip placed shallowly into my wet pussy hole and inside I was screaming out that I needed to cum and cum quick. Outwardly I just looked like I was enjoying the music but the rhythm of the bus as it drove along the road and the gentle motion of the finger buried in my pussy was like Heaven on Earth to me. This went on for a few seconds as the bus next came to a stop to let some passengers off, who were instantly replaced by new commuters so my position on the bus did not change, except that I had to press backwards onto my man’s hand to let someone past. This he took as an opportunity to slip two more fingers into me and this felt so good.
As the bus pulled away, so his fingers continued to fuck me. I was getting close now. I could feel wetness on the inside of my thigh one leg was damp the other, protected by the cotton panties pushed to that side of my crotch was dry. Still I now desperately needed to cum in the worst way and I flexed my pussy muscles in response to the attention that my now very wet hole was receiving from this man. Soon I was cumming. My head spun off the planet, I went dizzy, I tensed and squeezed real hard as my vagina walls pulsed, my inner thighs seemed to ripple, my back seemed to arch and I noticed that my nipples had stood to attention under my bra and were protruding quite visibly under the blouse I wore. My arse cheeks clenched. In all this I could do nothing but make guttural sounds that must have made people think I was going to have a fit or something. Still, as my climax came I felt cum squirt out of my body and I must have soaked his hand. I know my leg was wet!
He continued to finger fuck me slowly after my muscles relaxed and did so until it was time for me to move towards the rear of the bus. As the journey continued, so more people got off than got on and the hidden space where my middle aged man had so expertly brought me off in public disappeared. Besides, I was weakened and worried I might collapse after so intense an experience. I was also highly embarrassed and had to move away to sit down. I just preyed that my skirt was not wet or that I had not left a wet patch on the floor behind me. I am fairly certain I hadn’t but hurried to the rear of the bus when I saw a free seat just in case and sat down not daring to move in case I should expose what I had allowed to happen to me to anyone else. I was exhausted, embarrassed, ashamed, yet thrilled all at the same time. What impact this would have on me I did not dare to imagine, I just turned up my music, rested my head back and re-lived in my mind the previous 10 minutes.
When I looked up again my man had got off the bus. I must have dozed a little. Still I squeezed my thighs together and as if I needed confirmation, I felt the dampness still there.
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Home Early

You had been gone for a couple of days and came home earlier than you were supposed to. You came home in the middle of the night (about 4 a.m.) and I was sleeping… all alone in your big bed. The blankets only covering part of my body, my hair swept all to one side. Where the blanket lay, you could tell that I was not wearing anything under the covers. Deciding to wait on a shower, you take your clothes off and climb into bed with me… thinking that the movements on
the bed would stir me just a little. I never moved. Laying on your side, propped up on your elbow, you watch me sleep, playing with my hair. As you pull your fingers through my hair, I moan in my sleep. Taking your fingers from my hair you start to run them over my shoulders, down my arms, across my back. You start to run your lips and tongue across my back and I start to moan and reach for you, not quite awake yet, you wonder if I think that I am dreaming. Running your hand
down the curve of my butt and hip, searching for the spot that you know holds the passion that will ignite completely once you touch it. Finding my clit, you gently stroke it, and reach back to insert your finger into my pussy, it slides right in and my hips move to reach for more. I open my eyes, realizing that I am not dreaming and I turn to roll over and face you and you won’ t let me. “No, don’t move. I just want to touch you, run my hands all over you.” I moan again as you slip your finger back into me and wiggle it around a bit. “I want to make you cum. Then I am going to make love to you until the sun rises.” You slip one hand under my body to find my breats and fondle them, roll my nipples between your finger and thumb. With your other hand, making my body ache for you, you keep flicking at my clit and putting your fingers in and out, one, then two. Teasing my body with your every breath, every touch. Making my body jump to your fingers and every touch that you leave me with. Writhing, begging for more. As I start to shake and I reach for the pillow as something to scream into, you pull me over and lay me on my back, with your fingers still ingside of me, you bury your tongue against my clit and I buck my hips off the bed, sending me over the edge, you feel my body orgasm around your tongue and fingers. You pull your fingers out of me and climb up to lay with me curled against your chest. You wait until my body is done contracting and you reach down to pull my mouth to yours for a kiss and you see tears in my eyes. “Baby, what’s wrong? why you cryin?” is the question out of your mouth… you know you didn’t hurt me. All I can say is that “no one has ever made it all about me.” That is the most memorable sexual thing that has ever happened to me and that you wanted me to experience something completely unselfish. You kiss away the tears left on my face and move down to my lips. Capturing my lips for a kiss so sweet, so gentle, I put my arms up around your neck, pressing my body closer to yours. Running one hand down over your chest, I stop right above your heart, as I can feel it pounding against your chest. I tell you not to worry… “mine is doing the same thing.” You lay me down on the bed so that every inch of our bodies are entwined and run your hands where ever you can touch. I reach down and grab your cock in my hands, thinking that the touch of my hands would bring him to life
but no worries there… he is already standing at full attention. I beg you to make love to me “Please Ron, make love to me. I want to feel you inside of me, I want to feel your heart beat inside of me.” You take my legs and wrap them around your waist, put your arms under my back for support and grab hold of my shoulders and bury yourself as far as our bodies will allow, slowly thrusting in and pulling back out, moving your hips from left to right. Knowing my body the way that you do, you want to prolong any orgasms until both of our bodies are exhausted and ready to go over that edge together. Knowing that this is agony not only on me, you pull out and lay on top of me, kissing me, playing with my boobs, biting at my nipples, gently tugging them. Once you have had your fill of palying with my body and are ready to put yourself back inside of me, you take me with one swift motion, causing us both to cry out for each other. You wisper in my ear how much you missed me while you were gone and how happy it made you to see me sleeping here in this bed. I tell you that I missed you as well and how much I wanted you every day while you were gone. You could not hold back any longer, you start to thrust in and out of me faster, harder. You look at me and take my lips passionately for a kiss and feel my body start to contact around you and with one final thrust you lay next to me, still inside of me, with your body shaking, holding me close to you. As you lay there sleeping, I watch from the bed as the sun starts to rise. Closing my eyes, we sleep like that most of the day…………..

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My Kathy

Introduction: She was my biggest fantasy untill that night that it all came true.
I was just an ordinary 16 year old boy and she was tthe most beautiful women that i have ever known. Well to be honest she was very beautiful but definently not the hottest girl in the world. But for me there was just something about her that drove me crazy. I wanted her more than any other girl in the world. Her name is Kathy and she was the mother of my two best friends that lived across the street. She is 34 years old but still looks like she is in her twenties. She is probably five foot four with a bangen little body. She has dirty blond hair the runs to her shoulders. Her breasts are little but very attractive with big nipples that really make them desirable. But maybe the most attractive thing about Kathy is her legs. She has a tight little buttocks and thick but not to thick tanned thighs. Her calfs are nice and tone and any man that looks at them would be in heaven. Lets just say that i was the man. She is the women of my dreams.
It all started at my birthday party when her family and her came over to my party. She was wearing tight jeans and a sweater, and was looking very good. She came over and told me happy birthday and the whole bit. She gave me a hug and a little kiss on the cheek which of course drove me absolutely insane. As I sat at the table waiting for my cake she put her hand around me and she was standing right next to me and i was sitting so when i returned the favor my hand was right about her ass. Now i dont really know if she knows that i have a big crush on her but that night she could tell that i was hot for her. I dont know if it was because it was my birthday or what but she kept rubbing up against me and probably noticed my shorts growing a little. Not much happend that night but I was in for the ride of my life the next day.
The next day i was going over to hang out with her sons like a normal day and when i got to her house I noticed her out back watering flowers. She was wearing little tight shorts and a loose top. Damn she was looking so good and I couldnt help but get a little hard on as i walked up to her.
“Hey Kathy hows it going”
“I’m good but the boys are at the store for a little while”
“Oh well do you know when they are going to be back”
“Probably about 30 Minutes or so”
“ok thats alright”
“Well do you want to come in and wait”
“Sure”
So i went in and sat down on the couch and started watching some TY. There was nothing really on so she was really just flipping through the channels. After a little while of channel surfing she got up and went to get us some pepsi. Then the phone rang and she went to pick it up. After the conversation i asked how it was. She told me that it was her kids and apparently there were going to there grandparents so nobody would be home for a while, So basically it was just her and I watching TV, but it was not weird because we have always been close. So when it went to a commercial we had small talk and her legs kept coming a part just a little giving me a slight peek of her panties. They were cotton and let me tell you she was looking so good. I kept peeking untill i could feel my cock stirring. So i started thinking of other things. Then just about the time i got it to go away there was a commercial going on about dancing. She said that she loved dancing and have not done any sort of dancing for a long time. So i told her that I knew how to tango and salsa so she wanted me to teach her. So i jumped at the chance to get to hold her hand a little and put my arm around her. I was going through the various dances and somewhere between the salsa and tango we were dancing very close. I had my hand on her ass and it was becoming the best day of my life. She looked up and said that she was very happy that i was there and i just looked at her and winked. We danced a little more and are hips were swaying together and once again i was getting a little hard. Then it all culminated into a nice kiss and we just danced and kissed for almost twenty minutes. By then she had noticed that i was completly hard and we worked way to the couch.
We kissed on the couch for a while and then she pushed me into the couch and got on her knees. She worked my pants off exposing my 6 inch cock. She did not have to work it at all and immediatly started stocking me off. She worked me untill I had a little pre-cum ozzing out and then she took my cock in her mouth. She got 4 inches in i was ready to cum in her mouth and when she sensed it she stopped and stood up. She took of her top and her pants and was left in her panties. She came over and straddled me. I took her nice, big, pink nipple in my mouth and rubbered her clit. Her nipples were hard and i could feel her pussy becoming very wet and it was seeping through her cotton panties. So i took her and picked her up and she wrapped her hips around me. I layed her down on the end of the couch and kissed her neck. I kissed her neck and moved lower down to her breasts and was still rubbing her nice wet pussy. When i came to her thighs i kissed all around her pussy and then I started slowly licking her clit through the panties. This brought her to a small orgasim and i could feel her body tense up. After that i slowly took her panties off and gazed at her pink tight pussy. I started licking her pussy ever so slowly and then started to penetrate her with my tounge. She was moaning and cluthing the couch tightly with her hands.
“Put your hot steaming cock in my nice tight pussy” She moaned.
So I grabbed my cock and placed the head of it on her clit and rubbed it up and down just to build up more of a climax. Then i glided my cock into her hot pussy and pumped it in and out. She was very loud and was screaming and moaning through multiple orgasims. After a while of banger her on the end of the couch i picked her up and fucked her standing up then i fucker her doggie style. Just banging her and banging her both out us mixing are hot fluids together. After about an hour of the best fucking she has ever had we both collapsed onto the floor. Sweating and tierd we layed that and just starred at the celling. Then she turned to me and said
“That was amazing i will have to tell my friends about you…….”

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Promise You Won’t Break Me

Something new. Since i am new to this sight please, please, please be nice! i do take criticism very harshly ^^ oh this is not my full story just a prologue till the real thing. ^__^;