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Erotica : Down by the river side

Michael was touring the Devonshire countryside looking for work. It had been a week since he had taken his last bath and the sweaty stench for under his armpits were beginning to overwhelm the cab of his van. He pulled up on a dirt track road by the River Tavy and decided that this place looked as good as any to take the plunge. He camped under a large oak tree close to the waters edge, lit a small fire with some dry leaves and kindling, before stripping naked and wading in to center of the river. The water was freezing, and on several occasions it took his breath away. Michael soaped his hair quickly and then made a start on the rest of his body. Suddenly, a small Terrier began barking at the waters edge, alerting him to a middle aged woman staring at him from the riverside.
“Swimming isn’t allowed in these waters,” she called out.
“I’m not swimming, I’m taking a bath!”
She pulled the collar of her coat up around her neck as a icy gust of wind blew forcefully against her. “You must be crazy! Why are you taking a bath in the river, don’t you have a home to go to?”
Michael pointed to his van. “That’s my home!”
“Are you a gypsy?”
“No, but I do travel a lot.” Michael ducked his whole body underneath the water to rinse away the soapsuds, and then broke the surface of the water like a leaping Salmon. With the flick of his head, he tossed his shoulder length hair away from his face and waded slowly towards the river bank.
The woman watched and waited with anticipation as the shallowing water gradually began to lower towards his genitals. Oh, my, God, she thought, looking at the size of his cock. I wonder how big it really is when it hasn’t been shriveled by the cold.
Michael toweled himself dry and began to put on some clean clothes. The woman just stood at the top of the path admiring his muscular frame.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any odd jobs you need doing. I can turn my hand to just about anything!” said Michael, putting on his boots.
“Yes, I bet you could!” mumbled the woman, under her breath. “How are you with a chopper? I could do with some logs cutting for the fire.” she shouted.
Michael grinned cheekily. “I can swing an axe as good as any other mad axe murderer.” He bellowed an hearty laugh at feared look on the woman’s face. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist that one.” Michael picked up his soiled clothes and tossed them in to the back of his van. “Well, do you still want me?”
Oh, God, do I want you, she thought, but not for chopping logs. She threw him a nervous smile. “I just live down the way, the farmhouse with the big weathercock on the chimney.”
“Great, I see you there. I’d better tidy up here first,” he said, dousing the fire with loose soil.
When Michael arrived at her door, he noticed that she had change her clothing from the winter garments she was wearing earlier, to a far more summery outfit. She had a short black mini skirt on, fastened with a shiny wet look belt and a tight white blouse with a rather low cleavage. She invited him in and made coffee.
“So, do you get much.” She paused mid sentence with a wicked look in her eyes. “Work, that is!”
“Well, I get by,” replied Michael, staring at her ample cleavage as she leaned over to top up his coffee cup.
“I bet you meet many fascinating people on your travels?” She leaned back against the kitchen units and thrust her hips forward. “Do you have a girlfriend, Michael?”
“No, I travel around to much. It wouldn’t be fair on a girl if she hardly ever saw me. So, I usually just have casual female acquaintances.”
Her eyes showed excitement and her breath became rapid. “Do you like older women, Michael?”
Michael hunched his shoulders. “I don’t know? I’ve never been with one!” He knew where this was leading and instantly got an erection when she bent over to get a box from one of the lower kitchen cupboards and her tight mini skirt rode up to her ass, revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties. She had a magnificent hairy pussy, a pink little ass-hole that looked like it was winking and her plump pussy slit looked as if it had a tongue sticking out from it. By now, his erection was so big and hard, it was almost bursting the zipper on his jeans.
She put the large box onto the table and pulled out a big black vibrator about ten inches long. “Stand up, Michael,” she said.
Michael’s eyes widened. “ No way, I’m not into gay stuff,” he emphasized.
She laughed. “This isn’t to you, silly, this is for me. I want to suck your cock, while I stick this in my ass!”
Moments later, Michael was sprawled out on the kitchen table with his cock pointing towards the ceiling.
“Wait,” cried Michael, “ I don’t even know your name and we’re about to have sex!”
The woman laughed. “Just call me MRS. Robinson, like in that movie.”
She grabbed the base of his cock and wanked it hard as if she clearing a blocked drain with a plunger, before wrapping her warm lips over his pulsating knob. The black vibrator buzzed like a swarm of bees in her tight ass as she lashed her tongue up and down his thick shaft. She stopped momentarily, contorting her face as her quivering body jerked with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh, Michael, you don’t know what you’re missing. I could keep this black baby in my ass all day.”
“I’ll take your word for it, thanks!”
She climbed on to the table and straddled Michael’s waist, gently lowering her pussy on to his stiff cock. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Double penetration is the best thing ever!” She tore off her blouse, followed quickly by her bra and her hug breasts hung down from her chest like hound dogs ears. She removed the vibrator from her ass and held it firmly onto her clitoris, gently riding his cock with long forceful strokes. “I can feel you, coming, baby,” she said, dismounting his rigid cock.. “I want all your hot cum in my ass.”
She bent over the table as Michael forced his cock into her tight ass and fucked her deep and hard until she cried out for more. Michael slid his hand round to her hairy pussy, grasping both hair and flesh together as if tarring it from her body as he pumped her ass full of hot cum.
“God, that was fantastic,” cried Michael, “I’ll have to fuck older women more often.”
She grinned wildly. “Why don’t you stop for a spot of lunch, my sister will be back soon. She’s only gone to the shop to get some more batteries for our vibrators.”
“But I have to get those logs cut for the fire, it will be dark soon.”
“Logs, what logs? We converted to gas years ago because there aren’t any trees left in this area!” She threw him a wicked smile. “More coffee?”

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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 8 – Last Chapter

Chapter 8
Suzanne lay on her bed, staring out the wide window at the whitecapped
Detroit River. In the distance a lonely tug broke the silence with its
mournful hoot, and a flock of birds was silhouetted against the clouds,
flying north to Canada.
She stretched, lifting her arms lazily; she smiled, and snuggled back
against the pillow. For the hundredth time, she reached for the letter
on the nightstand, opened it and read, an extra smile of pleasure
creasing her face.
A brief knock at the door heralded its opening, and Mrs. Delacorte
walked in, carrying a breakfast tray.
“How many times are you going to read his letter?” she said, her
normally prim face relaxed in a sympathetic grin.
Suzanne folded the paper and pushed it back in the envelope.
“Every hour until he gets here,” she replied happily. “Oh, Mother, I’m
so excited.”
“I guess I would be, too,” said Mrs. Delacorte, placing the tray across
the bed. “Come on, I’ve fixed your breakfast myself today. Scrambled
eggs the way you like them, sausage and toast and coffee. Your father
says I’m spoiling you.”
Suzanne laughed, and looked affectionately up at her mother. “Sit down
and talk,” she said.
“I was intending to,” said the older woman. “After all, since you left
home, I’ve missed our little chats. It’s good to have you back.”
“I know. I’m glad to be back, too.”
Mrs. Delacorte lit a cigarette from the box on the nightstand, and
leaned back, her eyes resting lovingly on her daughter.
“You’re certainly looking better than you did when you returned,” she
commented. “I can’t tell you how unhappy I was with your living in that
dreadful slum.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Suzanne admitted, sipping her coffee. “But …
well, there’s no place like home.”
Her mother nodded. “Especially when it’s clean, modern and
comfortable,” she said. “Tell me, what really made you decide to move
back? I mean, I had fully expected you to return, but not quite so
soon.”
Suzanne hesitated, and took a mouthful of sausage and eggs before
replying.
“Well, lots of things, really,” she said guardedly. “I guess, to be
honest, I got tired of slumming.”
“Spoken like a true Grosse Pointer,” said Mrs. Delacorte, and they both
laughed, knowing the humor of her statement.
“Truthfully, I wanted to stay, but the neighborhood is really worse
than I had expected.”
“Why do you think the city’s tearing it all down?” asked her mother.
“Another few years, and all those crummy buildings will be gone, and
nice, new highrise apartments for students will take their place. And
it’s about time, too. Wayne’s a good school, and I’ve never understood
how they’ve put up with those ghastly people living in those old
buildings, right next door, as it were. I mean, it’s terrible that the
poor have such bad living conditions, but I feel if half of them got
out and worked, they wouldn’t have to live like they do. It’s a sad
situation.” She sighed. “I’m thankful that your father and I have been
able to give you a good home and a respectable upbringing. I’ve often
imagined what might happen if a girl grew up among those people.” She
shuddered. “I’ve been told that half of them are pregnant by the time
they’re sixteen.”
Suzanne stared at her mother intently. Mrs. Delacorte’s face had a
tolerant look of distaste which accentuated the tiny wrinkles at the
corners of her mouth and eyes, skillfully covered with a layer of
makeup. Her hair was immaculate, and from her ears a pair of diamonds
were suspended on small platinum chains. Her dress was a sophisticated
black sheath, simple and tasteful, but obviously from Saks or
Bergdorf’s.
Suzanne had a passing mental image of Donald’s mother, seated in her
rundown apartment on Forest Avenue, her hair hanging in rat-tails, her
coarse features devoid of makeup, and her breasts swinging obscenely
under her cotton shift, while her bare feet rested on the torn linoleum
rug, and the woman’s drawling Kentucky accents echoed in her ears …
“Work? I dunno. There ain’t much I can do. ‘Sides, I git enough from
welfare to get by.”
Suzanne shivered and took another bite of toast.
“I learned a lot, I’ll say that,” she murmured, washing the toast down
with a sip of coffee. “I’ll probably have a real good grade in
sociology, thanks to my research. My paper’s coming along nicely.”
“Good,” replied Mrs. Delacorte vaguely. “It’s a blessing that you’re
intelligent, my girl.”
Suzanne stared at her mother, not quite comprehending the words which
sounded out of context to what they had been discussing. But she
decided to let it pass. There were many things her mother said which
she realized were merely words to fill up time between what Mrs.
Delacorte considered the important aspects of life.
“So when’s Sam arriving?”
Suzanne smiled happily, and her heart beat a little faster.
“Five o’clock,” she replied. “On BOAC. I’m going to be at the airport
in plenty of time. I don’t want to miss seeing the plane come in. Oh,
Mother, I’m so happy.”
“You look it, I’ll say that for you.” Her mother paused and smirked.
“You are going to marry him, aren’t you?”
Suzanne nodded emphatically. “Of course. I’ve always been in love with
Sam.”
“Hm. To be truthful, I had expected you to get married a few months
ago, but then he suddenly upped and flew off to Europe. Did you by any
chance have a tiff?”
Suzanne shook her head. “Nope. He just said he wanted to get away for a
while,” she lied. “But let’s not talk about that. Sam’s coming back,
and just as soon as we can, we’re going to be married.”
“He asked you in his letter?”
“No. He didn’t ask. He said so.”
“Oh. Caveman tactics.”
“No. He’s aware how I feel. I guess he just took it for granted that
I’d say yes, and I will. Oh, Mother, I can hardly wait.”
Mrs. Delacorte sniffed. “Well, I want you both to have a talk with the
minister first. You know, there are lots of things a young couple
should know before getting married. And of course we’ll have to send
out the invitations and everything. Oh, I want you to have the biggest
and best wedding that Grosse Pointe has ever seen. After all, Sam’s
family is well known, and it should be a real nice splash on the social
pages.”
Suzanne leaned back and wiped her mouth with the linen napkin.
“Mother, I’d just as soon have a quiet ceremony. I know Sam’s not
planning a big wedding. He’s often said so.”
“Suzanne, children do not arrange their weddings. Their parents do, and
you’re not going to deprive me of seeing my only daughter married in
high style.”
“But, mother, it’s my wedding.”
“I’ll not discuss it any further, Suzanne,” said Mrs. Delacorte, rising
and lifting the breakfast tray off the bed. “You’re going to have a big
wedding and you may as well get used to the idea.”
Suzanne sighed. “Yes, Mother.”
“And don’t look like that. You know you really want it, just like any
other Grosse Pointe girl. Remember, you only get married once, and you
may as well go all the way. It’s not that we can’t afford it, remember,
like those other people.”
“I know. But I think Sam’ll want to get married right away, and a big
wedding takes time, and there’s so much planning and all that
nonsense.”
“Nonsense!” Mrs. Delacorte’s voiced rose three octaves. “Suzanne, you
listen to me, my girl. I’ll arrange everything, and you can get
married, oh, say, in about a month or six weeks. Besides, that’ll give
you and Sam a little time together. After all, he has been away, and
I’m sure you both have lots to talk about.”
“I suppose so.” Suzanne threw the covers back and stepped out on to the
thick, plush carpet. “Mother, I think I’ll shower and get dressed.
Thanks for the breakfast.”
Mrs. Delacorte picked up the tray and moved to the door.
“You’re welcome, dear, and believe me, darling, it’s so wonderful
having you back home again. You’ve no idea how much happier I am,
knowing you’re back where you belong.”
She left, closing the door behind her. Suzanne glided across the carpet
soundlessly, and went into the pink and white tiled bathroom,
resplendent with gold fixtures and a sunken tub. She stared at herself
in the full-length mirrors, and slipped off her pajamas, standing naked
while she surveyed her body.
She heard a voice echoing in her mind … “Jeez, lookit them tits!” She
closed her eyes, seeing Donald’s naked body on top of her own, his
mouth hungrily devouring her lips while his penis moved slowly in and
out of her vagina.
With a quick shake of her head, she dismissed the memory, stepped into
the tub, and turned on the faucet. As the stinging warm water splashed
on her skin, she reached for the soap and began soaping herself all
over, relishing the sensual feeling of her fingers and the spray.
It was nice to be home again, she thought, enjoying all the comforts
that her parents’ wealth afforded her. Yet there had been a cozy warmth
to her little apartment on campus; if only it could have stayed that
way, instead of being so violently disrupted by those boys. And Yvonne
… poor Yvonne! Suzanne would never forget the look on the woman’s
face as she walked out of the apartment that night, her age and her
frustrations deflating her expression, removing the constant forced
sparkle and superficial gaiety. And Carole, whose eyes had betrayed her
remorse even if her mouth had remained silent. Yes, it had been a bad
scene, but as an experience, it had been invaluable. Even her
encounters with the three boys had been a traumatic breakthrough for
her, revealing her innate sexuality to herself and enabling her to
dispel her inhibitions. She knew now that when she and Sam slid under
the sheets, she would be able to satisfy him completely. And she knew
instinctively that a wife who keeps her husband happy that way need
never fear about his straying from home. Yes, she would be able to give
Sam every type of sensual satisfaction he could possibly crave. Her
body glowed at the thought, and she finished her toilet quickly, eager
to be dressed and ready to go to the airport and meet him. Her heart
beat quicker at the thought of seeing his handsome face once more,
feeling his arms about her and his lips pressing on her own. Oh, Sam
… Sam … hurry home, darling, hurry home. My arms are waiting and my
body is eager to feel you, naked and aroused, lying on top of me …
* * *
Detroit Metropolitan Airport was crowded as Suzanne and her parents
pushed their way through the mass of people to the arrival gate.
Suzanne’s hands were trembling, and she bit her lip as she moved, her
body bumped by the throng of travelers disembarking. Her eyes were
glued at the oncoming sea of faces, eagerly searching for the broad,
handsome features and shock of brown hair that she had been dreaming of
for so long.
“There he is!”
Mrs. Delacorte’s voice cut through the babble like a knife, and Suzanne
turned and stared.
“Oh, Sam!”
She rushed forward, and they were in each other’s arms, and she felt
his wide lips cover her own. Her arms held him tightly, and
instinctively she opened her mouth and let her tongue lick across his
lips for a second before breaking apart. Sam’s large blue eyes were
wide, and he laughed enthusiastically.
“Now that’s what I call a welcome,” he breathed. “Oh, Suzanne, it’s so
good to see you.”
She wiped the tears from her eyes, and kept one arm around his waist
while he shook hands with Mr. and Mrs. Delacorte. He looked around.
“Mother and Dad didn’t come?” he asked disappointedly.
“No, afraid not, Sam,” said Mr. Delacorte, “Your father’s in Chicago on
business, and your mother wasn’t feeling well. Nothing serious, just a
touch of the flu.”
“Oh, well, you’re here,” Sam said, looking at Suzanne. “That’s all that
really matters.”
They walked back through the terminal and collected his two suitcases,
and in ten minutes were driving back down the expressway towards
Detroit, Sam sitting close to Suzanne in the back seat of the Delacorte
Cadillac, while Mr. and Mrs. Delacorte rode up front, both keeping
their eyes tactfully on the road, conscious that the two young people
in the back would much rather be alone. Suzanne snuggled close, her one
hand on the inside of Sam’s thigh; his arm was around her, and every
few seconds, they would lean close and kiss. Suzanne felt her loins
responding, and she knew Sam was getting excited. She had already
noticed the slight bulge in his pants, and inwardly she felt a glow of
satisfaction. Oh, she could hardly wait ’til they were really alone.
She wanted him so badly, she almost hurt.
“You’re having dinner with us tonight,” said Mrs. Delacorte
imperiously, “Of course, we’ll drop you off at your home first so you
can say hello to your mother, but then you come on over. I know
Suzanne’s got lots of things to discuss with you, and we have to make
plans for the wedding and everything.”
Sam’s eyes almost popped out of his head.
“Wedding?”
Suzanne squeezed his thigh.
“Of course, darling.” She kissed him quickly. “Don’t tell me you’re
turning me down?”
He grinned happily. “No, of course not,” he said firmly. “But I thought
at least you’d wait ’til I asked you.”
Mr. Delacorte’s gruff voice broke in.
“Sam, if Suzanne’s like her mother, you don’t stand a chance, take it
from me. Mrs. Delacorte proposed and married me before I could say,
Drop your drawers.”
“Really!”
Mrs. Delacorte’s acid tones were drowned by Sam’s loud laugh and
Suzanne’s high-pitched giggle.
“At least you’re not marrying her for money,” Mr. Delacorte continued
more soberly. “Which is comforting.”
“I’m marrying Suzanne,” said Sam evenly, “because I love her.”
* * *
Suzanne steered the car carefully around the winding street. Her eyes
were on the road, but she knew Sam’s were on her, taking in every inch
of her profile.
“Well,” he murmured gratefully. “At last we’re alone, really alone.”
“I know,” she replied. “My folks can be a real drag sometimes, but they
mean well.”
The car pulled up outside the large mansion.
“You coming in for a while?” asked Sam, putting his hand on her
shoulder.
“Try and stop me,” Suzanne answered.
They climbed out of the car and walked up the driveway arm in arm.
“That was a good dinner,” said Sam inconsequentially.
“Mm.”
“You going to cook for me when we’re married?”
“Of course.”
He laughed. “I thought maybe you’d want a cook like your mother has.”
“Never. I’m going to cook for you, clean house, do everything for you.”
“Everything?”
She squeezed his waist. “Everything.”
“You sound terribly menacing.”
“Maybe I am.”
“I love it.”
“And I love you.”
She turned into him, moved her arms up around his neck, and pulled him
to her, closing her lips over his. Breathlessly, they clung together,
the warm breeze caressing their faces, and the bright moonlight turning
Suzanne’s hair to silver.
They broke apart and continued walking up to the front door.
“Mother’s probably asleep by now,” said Sam, opening the massive carved
slab and ushering her inside.
“Good. We won’t be interrupted then,” said Suzanne, walking into the
tiled entrance hall, her heels clicking softly.
He laughed softly.
“Are you planning to seduce me, young woman?”
She nodded.
“Of course. You really didn’t invite me in for coffee now, did you?”
“Of course not.”
“All right, then.”
She walked into the wide living room, illuminated only by a small
reading lamp at the far end. The warm glow gave her cheeks a sensuous
patina, and Sam smiled as he approached her, took her in his arms, and
kissed her gently.
“You’re very lovely,” he murmured. “And I’ve missed you terribly.”
“Me, too. There wasn’t a day I didn’t wish you were back here. Oh, Sam,
why did you ever leave?”
“You know why,” he replied calmly. “I couldn’t stand it any longer.”
“Couldn’t stand what?”
“Being with you, but still being at arm’s length. You remember that
night on Belle Isle?”
She nodded. “I’ll never forget it.”
“That’s why. I figured I’d better get the hell away for a while. I
think I did the right thing.”
“Maybe you did. I’ve learned a lot since then.”
“Like what?”
She moved away from him and over to a wide couch. She plumped down, and
beckoned him to join her.
“Oh, lots of things. Like what a man expects from a girl, and how she
should respond.”
He laughed and sank into the cushions beside her. His hand went around
her shoulders, and she leaned to him, her face tilted up invitingly. He
kissed her quickly.
“Maybe I should see how you’ve changed.”
“I haven’t changed. I’ve just improved my education,” Suzanne said with
a giggle, her mind picturing her naked body on the floor of her
apartment and Donald’s body descending upon her.
“Well, I’ve had a few experiences myself,” said Sam, his hand moving
over to her breast and taking it gently in his fingers. “So maybe we’ve
both grown up a little.”
“Not a little,” she replied, feeling her loins responding to his gentle
caressing. “A lot.”
Hungrily, she closed her mouth over his, and as their tongues met she
slid her fingers between his legs and gripped his hardening shaft. As
their tongues ravenously explored each other’s mouths, Suzanne felt her
emotions rising as her fingers felt his penis stiffen and throb. She
reached for his zipper, and a few seconds later his naked organ was
exposed, and her hand was holding it, her mind reeling under the impact
of its size and thickness.
He broke away and leaned his head back against the couch, his eyes
closed. He sighed ecstatically as he felt the surge of sensation
through his groin as her fingers expertly pulled his foreskin back and
forth over the head of his penis.
“Suzanne … Suzanne,” he breathed.
She felt the tiger inside her straining to break loose, and then it
happened; she felt a shiver through her body, and her emotions rose as
she lowered her head with a rush and closed her lips around the end of
his shaft, sucking hard and firmly. Her fingers pushed into his pants
and pulled out his balls and began fondling them, rolling them in her
hand. She gloried in their size, and she felt her vagina oozing juices
in anticipation of receiving that thick, long phallus in its hot,
hungry cavern.
He groaned, and she felt his rod flex in her mouth. Her tongue flicked
across the end of his glans, probing his wide cockslit, and her mouth
moved up and down, taking his length all the way until she felt the end
ram into her throat.
“Easy, easy,” he whispered. “You’ll make me come.”
She raised up and stared into his eyes.
“Come, then,” she whispered. “I want you to come.”
Hungrily she went back to his staff, her fingers massaging the hilt and
his balls while her lips sucked harder and harder. She felt it throb
and expand, and then his hands came down on her head, holding her
firmly as he gasped. She felt a jerk in his hips, and then the sweet,
salty taste of his seed was on her tongue, load after load; she gulped,
swallowed and continued sucking until he relaxed, exhausted, panting,
and he took her head and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her
violently. Finally they broke apart.
Sam stared at her with wonder in his eyes.
“You have changed,” he murmured. “Oh, Suzanne …”
“I know,” she whispered. “That was wonderful.”
She went down on him again, sucking the last drops from his tube and
nibbling on his foreskin, biting it gently and pulling it over his
softening shaft, licking underneath it. He groaned and pulled her head
off.
“Wait, wait,” he pleaded. “Not so hard.”
“What do you mean?” she said teasingly. “Am I too much?”
He laughed. “He’s kinda sensitive after he shoots,” he explained, and
she giggled.
“Okay, I’ll just let him lie in my mouth. Okay?”
She took his rod once more, letting it remain between her lips, feeling
its softness, its thickness, and savoring the taste of his come.
Finally she raised up.
“Okay,” Suzanne said brightly. “Now you can take me upstairs to your
room, and I’ll really show you something.”
He shook his head in amazement and tucked his penis back in his pants.
“I just don’t believe it,” he said, rising, and pulling her up beside
him. “What’s happened to you?”
“I went to Wayne for an education,” she said cryptically. “And I’ve
graduated, that’s what.”
“It makes me feel you’ve got a practical education rather than academic
one,” he said guardedly.
“Ask no questions, hear no lies,” she laughed. “Come on, don’t tell me
you prefer a coy virgin who doesn’t know how to fuck.”
He gasped. “Suzanne!”
“Do I shock you?”
He shook his head.
“No, because I’ve not exactly been wasting my time in Europe,” he said
with a sly grin. “So maybe we can compare notes. In bed, of course,” he
added, squeezing her waist and leading her towards the stairs.
“Of course,” she echoed. “Where else is there?”
Sam’s heart was beating wildly as they entered his room, and he closed
the door and clicked the lock. Suzanne walked over to the bed and
bounced on it.
“Hm, nice and springy,” she commented. “Not too much rebound.”
“You’re too much,” he said. “Come on, let me undress you. I’ve always
wanted to.”
“The hell with you,” she snapped pleasantly. “Undress yourself. It’ll
be quicker, and I want to feel you next to me, Sam.” She ran across the
room into his arms. “I want to hold you naked in my arms, and feel you
slide into me, every inch of you. Sam, I want you to fuck me like no
one else you’ve ever fucked.”
He grinned at her.
“The same goes for you, you adorable little hussy,” he said, and as he
pulled his shirt off and undid his pants, his eyes gazed eagerly at her
body as it slowly came into view as one by one her garments fell away
until she stood, naked and unashamed before him, her breasts round,
full and luscious, her slender waist and her wide hips with the
enticing dark-blonde bush between her thighs. She noticed his sex
beginning to rise again, and she lay back on the bed, her arms
beckoning, and he came to her, lowering his body on top of hers,
covering her, his penis between her legs and his arms around her.
She shivered as she felt his warm flesh against her own, and she opened
her mouth for his tongue. They clung together, and she moved her hips
under him, her excitement growing as she felt the hair on his chest
rubbing against her nipples.
“Oh, fuck me, Sam, fuck me,” she whispered.
He slid his mouth off her cheeks, down across her neck, and enclosed
her breasts in his hungry lips, flicking his tongue across her nipples,
going from one to the other, while Suzanne felt her loins heating up,
the fire in her vagina not to be denied.
“Now, now,” she cried out. “I want you in me.”
Teasingly, his mouth slid over her stomach, and then with a rush he
buried his face in her bush, her musky odor in his nostrils exciting
him even more than the touch of her flesh.
With his hands he pulled open her crevice, exposing her red-hot flesh.
His tongue found her clitoris, and he licked, and stabs of erotic
arousal suffused her body. She began moving her hips and moaning
loudly.
“More, more, suck it, suck it,” she cried out, and his mouth bit her
gently, his teeth closing round the hard nipple of her clitoris while
his tongue went wild on her.
“Please, please,” she urged him. “I want it in me, Sam, now, now.”
He raised up. His penis was hard and throbbing once more between his
legs, its foreskin stretched back exposing his broad flat red head,
oozing lube from its slit. He threw one leg over her and gently lowered
himself, pressing the end of his cock against her cunt-lips. She moaned
and put her hand down to guide it in, thrilling at the touch of his
size once more.
With a gasp he penetrated her and slid in all the way. As she felt his
maleness enter, Suzanne gave a cry of ecstasy. Her insides convulsed
and she knew the end of his prick was right up at the mouth of her
womb. They fitted, perfectly; they were just the right size. His cock
was everything she had hoped and dreamed it would be. With a sudden
animal violence, she gripped his shaft with her vagina as he began
thrusting in and out of her. She felt his balls slap against her flesh
as he rammed home, deep into her, and her nails dragged across his
back.
Eagerly he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began kissing them as
he continued to move inside her, pushing his rod all the way in, then
slowly withdrawing until it was almost all the way out, then going back
in quickly, all the way. She was writhing in ecstasy, her physical
responses heightened by the knowledge that finally it was Sam on top of
her, finally it was the one she really loved, and they were together,
fucking, not just for the mere animal satisfaction, but because they
loved each other.
She had never known such feelings within her. Even with Clayton’s
enormous organ violating her; even Ted or Donald; even the undeniable
delight of Yvonne’s tongue; none of these compared with the thrills
that flooded her, knowing it was Sam’s penis within her vagina. It was
Sam on top of her. Sam. Sam at last, she breathed, at last.
With a cry, Suzanne lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist,
pushing her hips closer to him and feeling the answering throb of
additional excitement in his cock. Her insides convulsed and her vagina
was wet with her juices as her hands clawed his skin and she felt her
orgasm flood through her. Her mind floated up off the bed; her body
seemed to spin suspended on the tip of his cock, which jerked and
ejaculated its load into her innermost depths. He cried out, moaning
and calling her name, and her throat was dry from the excitement and
her calling out to him. “Oh, Sam, Sam, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me …”
Slowly they subsided, and she felt him getting soft inside her. He
lifted his head and stared into her eyes.
“Suzanne …” he breathed. “It’s never been like that before.”
“Nor me,” she replied.
“I love you.”
“I know. I love you, too.”
They lay still, enjoying the warm afterglow. His penis slid out and he
lay beside her, letting her fingers hold his organ gently, while his
fingers stroked her breasts.
They each had a million questions, but each knew instinctively not to
ask them.
* * *
Mrs. Delacorte bustled into Suzanne’s bedroom, where two maids were
busily helping her into her wedding gown.
“Now, there’s a bride for you,” she said loudly, standing with one hand
on her hip, surveying her daughter with pride. “You look absolutely
ravishing, my dear. You always did look better in white, I think.”
Suzanne turned and smiled at her.
“Yes,” Mrs. Delacorte said, “It sets off your coloring. You should be
on the cover of McCall’s. You look so pure and chaste. The perfect
image of unsullied womanhood.”
“Of course, Mother,” replied Suzanne.
“Oh, talking of McCall’s, the picture in today’s paper is really
lovely. Look.”
Suzanne took the newspaper and stared down at the picture of herself on
the social page.
“It is nice,” she commented.
“Nice? It’s beautiful,” said Mrs. Delacorte. “But then, you are
beautiful, Suzanne. I’m very proud of you, and so’s your father. This
reminds me of my own wedding. It seems so long ago now. Oh, dear, I
mustn’t cry, I mustn’t. I’ll ruin these new lashes.” Carefully she
dabbed her eyes with a filmy handkerchief.
“Mother, stop carrying on,” said Suzanne. “I’m nervous enough as it
is.”
“All right, all right. You almost ready? The car’s waiting.”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. She did look wonderful,
she thought; the bodice fitted her perfectly, showing off her full,
rounded bosom, and the waist tucked in, giving her a perfect figure.
Yes, she did make a wonderful-looking bride. She lifted her head,
turned, and followed her mother down the stairs.
As she was helped into the back seat of the Cadillac, she wondered what
Sam was thinking at that moment. They had seen each other almost daily
since his return, and their relationship had become closer and closer.
She had slept with him almost every night, and with each encounter they
discovered more about each other and the different ways to pleasure
their bodies. Oh, Sam, she thought, you’re the greatest lover a girl
could ever want.
The car pulled away from the house, and the trees lining the driveway
became a blur. She was only conscious of the wild excitement within her
and the anticipation of the honeymoon. They had decided to go to
Bermuda for two weeks, and then on to Rio and back through Mexico City.
In all, they planned to be gone a month. “That’s enough time to get
acquainted,” Mr. Delacorte had said, squashing his wife’s notion of a
three-month European tour for them as a going-away present. “After all,
they’re not going to be doing much sightseeing. What can you see from a
hotel suite?” Mrs. Delacorte had sniffed and told him not to be coarse.
As the car approached the church in Grosse Pointe, Suzanne saw a small
crowd outside. Her heart beat even faster as she noticed two
photographers standing to one side, their cameras ready in their hands.
The car pulled up slowly, and her father walked down from the steps to
help her out. There were gasps of envy from the women, and some man
gave a low whistle. Suzanne grinned up at Mr. Delacorte, who nodded his
approval.
“I’m happy for you,” he whispered.
“Thanks, Daddy,” she replied, and together they walked into the church,
her lace veil and train billowing in the slight breeze.
The ceremony was brief, and Suzanne was not aware of anything but Sam’s
firm hand on her own and his deep voice repeating the vows after he
minister.
“You may now kiss the bride,”
She felt Sam’s soft lips on her own, a quickly her tongue licked his,
and then they separated, flushing, and turned to walk down the aisle.
On either side she saw the admiring glances of her friends, the smiles
and whispered words of congratulation, and she felt a warm glow within
her. She held on to Sam tightly, conscious that the strain was
beginning to tell. It would soon be over and they would be away, alone
again.
They paused at the entrance, and the photographers were standing there.
The barrage of flashbulbs blinded her for a moment, and then the hail
of rice descended and the excited shouts of the crowd gathered there.
Sam helped her down the steps, afraid she might trip on her dress.
Suzanne bent down and took the end of it, placing it over her arm. She
raised up, and her eyes met another pair among the crush of people, a
pair of blue eyes that stared at her with incredible longing and
incredible sadness. She felt a stab within her heart, and she paused,
unable to move, her attention held by the intensity of the gaze that
burned from the youthful features. She felt herself unable to take
another step, and was dimly aware of Sam’s hand on her arm, pulling her
forward, but her feet seemed riveted to the sidewalk.
“Come on,” whispered Sam, and then he saw her expression. “You all
right?”
She nodded vaguely, conscious of the sad young face in the crowd which
threatened to burst into tears any second. The mouth quivered and
formed the words: “I love you.” She felt her catch in her throat.
“Oh, Donald,” she whispered inaudibly to herself, and then she stepped
forward, clinging to Sam’s arm. As they climbed into the car, she felt
the wetness on her own cheeks. Sam put his arm around her shoulders and
sudden concern showed on his face.
“Darling, you’re crying.”
Slowly the car pulled away and drove quickly up the street, leaving
behind the excited throng, cheering and waving hands excitedly, and one
lonely young boy, standing apart and alone, his eyes blurring as he
watched the limousine disappear around a corner.
The End

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Cupids curse part 3. Broken bonds

In roman mythology, cupid whismically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE MISCHEVOS IN MIND….

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The Wrecked Life: Mom

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Michelle Part 6 Punishment

In this chapter, Michelle finally gets the punishment she earned for breaking the rules earlier. But life doesn’t exactly turn out the way I’d planned.

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The Making of His Bytch

She heard the cell phone ring and pulled the blindfold to the side to read the text…..”i’m 2 mins away, be ready”. Quickly she replaced the lacy black cloth over her eyes. She trembled in anticipation…she could feel the juices from her pussy drip down her lips to her thighs. Tonite he was gonna make her His bytch. The hotel room was dark with only the light filtering in from outside. She stood in the middle of the room, back to the door. She was naked….her dark cocoa brown skin was soft, smooth and fragrant with a light scent of jasmine. His orders had been followed to perfection. The note she received instructed her to be in a certain hotel room, to shower and clean every inch of her body, to be blindfolded standing with her head bowed turned away from the door and wait for his arrival.
She heard the click of the lock opening and felt his presence in the space around her. She could smell the masculine, yet subtle scent of his cologne. Suddenly she felt large, strong warm hands on her shoulders. She felt herself being turned around…then felt smoldering moist lips on her neck….passionate kisses rained on her shoulders, neck and nipples. Her pussy immediately flooded with desire. She heard herself moan low in her throat….shhhhhhhhh….he said to her….don’t say a word he commanded as he lowered her to the bed. He pushed her legs apart and she felt his hot breathe on her pussy lips…felt a thick finger pushing inside her hot slick tunnel….felt the flick of his tongue on her swollen clit. He gently laved his tongue up and down the outside of her pussy then sucked her clit in between his lips while he moved one finger, two fingers slowly in and out. Her pussy instinctively tightened up on his fingers. His repeat actions were driving her past the point of no return. She tried so hard not to make any noise…she could feel the groans and screams rising up in her…her body was begging for release….he kept bringing her to the brink only to slow down the action and then escalate it again….she could hear the wet sound of his hand in her dripping pussy…..he told her don’t cum yet….its not time…..Don’t cum? She had to control it but she had no control left…she could feel it cumming….he kept sucking her clit and finger fucking her hot pussy….she was about to explode….it took everything in her to hold back…she had to do what he said…..finally she heard the words she needed to hear so badly…..cum baby….cum for me…..ooooohhhhhhhh at last…..it was so strong it brought her to tears….her pussy and clit were throbbing and spasming around his tongue, mouth and fingers. Her pussy exploded in his mouth as he licked and sucked it all up. Ohhh its sooooo good she thought as lay there trying to recover….but whats this?
She was still blindfolded….her pussy was still being licked but she felt another pair of lips sucking her big black nipples…..somebody else was there? She heard his voice say its time for u to show me how bad u can be….she felt him moving up over her body…..felt the head of his dick pushing against her still spasming pussy…..then she felt something rub across her lips……bytch….suck his dick now and make sure u do a good job….simultaneously a dick pushed deep into her pussy and mouth…..she was forced to swallow and gagged a little as she tried to take in both dicks at the same time. As soon as his dick stroked the inside of her pussy she started to cum….with every inch in her mouth and pussy she felt like she was on fire!! Thats right bytch he said to her suck that dick like a good slut while i fuck this pussy….u better not stop till i tell u…..he put his hands under her ass to meet his thrusts…she could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing and pulling him into her….she felt the other dick fucking deep in her mouth…down her throat and she ran her tongue up and down and around the head of the dick…..both the one in her mouth and the one in her pussy started to swell….she wrapped her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around the waist of the man who’s dick she was now deepthroating…..her pussy and throat contracted and both men exploded…..shooting cum deep in her pussy and down her throat….she started cumming on his dick….everytime he pushed into her…her pussy squirted cum all over him….make sure u suck all the cum and don’t spill a drop he said to her…..she obeyed perfectly….not one bit escaped past her lips……
As the other man pulled his dick from her mouth…she could still feel him deep inside her….he whispered in her ear….ur a good slut….for now we will keep u blindfolded…..there so much more to come……she felt her arms being stretched over her head…..her hands were being bound…..he pulled out of her and also bound her feet………she was still feeling the effects of the orgasm and felt slightly disoriented….it was the blindfold…..during this entire time she had seen nothing…only felt everything.
Listen to the sound of my voice he said……u need to know that u will do what i say…..u will fuck who i say….u will suck who i say…u are mine to do with as I wish. I control this…do u understand? Yes she told him. U will be my bytch, my slut…I will show u off when I want to and u have no say so in it….yes she said again…she wanted it so badly…she had been waiting so long for him to take control of her. Get up and stand before me…..he had to assist her because her hands and feet were tied and she was still shaky from getting fucked so well. She felt her bound hands being pulled up into the air….she felt her body rising until she was almost on her toes….she stood before him and whoever else was in the room…exposed…vulnerable…..suddenly she felt the sharp feel of his palm on her ass! Oh it hurt soooo good…..again he slapped her ass cheek….again and again…alternating from side to side until she was sure her whole ass was red….his handprint was tattooed on her body….she could feel herself about to cum again from the painful pleasure he inflicted on her body…..she felt someone kneel in front of her…felt tongue part her pussylips and lick her throbbing swollen clit…….the combination of the spanking and the licking was too much….she threw her head back and let loose with a feral howl of pleasure….ohh she was cumming again….she didn’t think she could take it….she begged him to stop….he spanked her harder and faster while that tongue continued to drive her pussy crazy…she quirted her juice right in the face of the man eating her pussy while her man beat her ass raw………she felt him wrap his arms around her from behind…his dick rubbing against her tender asscheeks….so far u been a good bytch…..lets see how u handle this………..
to be continued with part 2

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Becoming Sir Slave at Work

A stripper meets her Dom in a strip club after dancing just for him he turns her into the dirty slut they both know deep down she wants to be!!!!

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She’s my sister part 1

I awoke from my bed at 3 o clock in the morning-ish
i woke up from one of my more usual dream of my sister walking into the room while im jacking off to a picture of her in a small bikini that shows alot of her body.
I am a unusual 14 year old and i have done this many times. I have snuck into the bathroom while shes showering just to get the blury image of her naked threw the glass.
I have been actracted to my sister since i was 12 and a half. I cannot stop thinkning about her during class.. i often have dreams about her making love to me.
The next day…
My sister had woken me up from sleep to inform me that there was no school today and that out parents have left to go to work. I thought in my mind that this was the perfect time to see if me and my sister could have some fun.
I walked down stairs to make breakfast and asked her wat she wanted. I made her eggs and toast like she wanted. she told me she had to go and take a shower, i thought in my mind to ask her if i can come with..
After she was in the shower i decided to go in and see if i can catch her blury image once more.
I opened the door very slowly and peeked in, my sister said ” hello?”. “bill is that you?”. i replied “yes its me”
“what do you want bill?”. “well if i tell you your going to tell mom and dad.”
“i wont just tell me.” “Well i have been doing this for a while now because i have had sexual thoughts about you for a long time”. “I have been the same since last year. I couldnt stand being around you this morning i had to relive my self or i would have tried to kiss you or something, come shower with me”
I was thinking if this was another dream of real life.I built up the courage to open the shower door, what i saw was amazing my sister had a perfect body and her breast size was a 36c, i could feel my cock getting hard fast.
My sister got realy close to me and kissed my lips.
HOW THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING i thought
I kissed her back. Something inside of me made me grab her breasts, she reacted my reaching her hand down my pants and started to rub my cock slowly. My pants became moist from my precum. She slowly took off my shirt, and i took off my pants and underwear to reveil my 7 inch penis. She kept stroking it slowly “i cant belive this is happening” i said. “i have always imagened suck you off big brother.”
She kept stroking while her head moved closer to the head of my cock. My heart was pumping realy fast. She inserted the head of my penis into her mouth and a shock of excstacy ran threw my body,i moaned softly.
At the sound of my moan she engulfed more of my penis, which made me moan even louder. I grabbed the back of her head and shoved to last 2 inches of my penis down her throat. She gagged, then moved her head slowly going up and down my shaft with her mouth. She increased the speed of her movement, its felt so good my knees started to buckle and i was shaking softly from enjoyment. I told her to stop and asked her if i could fuck her. She thought about it for a couple of seconds and said “wont it hurt”. ” ill put it in slowly so you can get used to it.”i replied.”ok but if i tell you to stop you better”. i nodded and layed her on her back, and grabbed my now rock hard penis and gidded it to her opening.She looked nervous. “dont worry big brother will take care of you.” She smilled and i rubbed the head of my penis against her vagina, then slowly inserted the tip into her. She whimpered. I continued to put myself into her inch by inch, she was in pain but told me to keep going, i pushed it in a alittle farther and felt her hiemen break, she gasped in pain and was scared to see blood. ” dont worry this is normal just try to relax and not focuse on the pain to much.” I kept my penis in the same spot for a short while letting her get used to my size and the pain. once she got used to it i gradualy pushed the last of me into her. I started to move alittle faster and she moaned in enjoyment. I started to go faster and faster untill i couldnt go any faster. She was moaning and screaming ” OH BIG BROTHER!’ i started to slow down ” DONT STOP, ABOUT TO CUM!” i moved as fast as i could and felt her pussy starting to spasm on my dick “OH GOD!!!!” after the spasms were over i told her i wanted to cum in her mouth and she began sucking and in some time i filled her mouth with my hot cum.
” oh my god i shouldnt have done this bill”. ” why not i thought you wanted this?” ” i do… i meen i did….. but its wrong to have sex with your brother or even any family member” “well if you dont want to do this ever again just tell me” “well i dont know i still want you but its wrong” I kissed her, she kissed me back and our tongues met. It was the most amazing kiss i have ever had. I put my hand on her breast. “no stop brother we cant do this its bad.” “we did it once….. come on i know you liked it, you liked your fantisy to come true, and so did i.” “i love you brother’ “i love you to”. We kissed once more and she wrapped her self in a towel and went into her room and changed. She opened the door of her room and said “ok ill do this again i wont be able to stand being with out you.”

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finding fun for the holidays

You get a random call one day from an old buddy of yours from school, saying he is going to be in the area for a few days and wanted to see if you wanted to get together and catch up on old times. We had the house to ourselves for the weekend so you said sure, and invited him to stay here with us. One night, after a few drinks, we all sit down to watch a movie together. For some reason, we all sit on the couch, with me in the middle. As the movie progresses a really racy seen comes on, in which the hot as hell brunette is giving the guy the ride of his fucking life. I instantly note that both of your dicks are rising beneath your jeans. I make eye contact with you, and nod at his jeans, and you smile. I slowly reach down and begin to run my hand up and down his thigh. He jumps at first, and his eyes meet yours, you nod in approval, and relaxes. I slowly work my way towards his dick, and begin to massage it through the fabric of his jeans. I grab his hand and place it on my boobs, and encourage him to begin to rub and squeeze them. While my top half is occupied by his hand, you begin to work my bottom. You begin to rub my pussy (which is dripping wet) through my tight jeans, only adding fuel to the fire. I spread my legs farther apart, giving you better access, while at the same time unbuttoning both of you jeans and freeing your dicks from their confines. As they spring free, I begin to stroke and rub them, slowly at first, then with more pressure. You unbutton my jeans, and work you hand down them, and he removes my top and take ones of my hard nipples into his mouth, while caressing the other with his hand. I start to moan in pleasure. Between his tongue on my nipples, and your hands working away at my clit and pussy, I cum quickly. Then, I bend over his lap, engulfing his dick in my mouth, and he throws his head back in pleasure. You grab a hold of my hips, and pull me up onto my knees, and slide my jeans downward. You position yourself behind me and place the head of you dick at my pussy opening, and with one quick powerful thrust, you plunge the entire length of your thick throbbing dick deep into my hot pussy. Muffled moans escape my mouth as you continue to pound my pussy. You slide a finger along my dripping slit, coating it in my juices, you then begin to finger your finger into my tight ass, causing me to moan deeper, and my breath to quicken. I am close to orgasming, and we both know what is coming. My pussy tightens around your dick, gripping it into place, and I cum so hard I begin to shake and squirt my warm juices all over your dick and nuts. After I stop shaking, and you dick is released from my pussy’s choke hold, I get up, and sit on his lap, impaling my worked up pussy with his large hard cock. I begin to bounce up and down, working my pussy with his hard cock. You come, and place your dick at my face, and I take it’s entire length in my mouth with pleasure. You grab a hold of hair, holding my face still and begin to rapidly fuck my face with you dick. The faster you piston in and out of my mouth, the deeper and harder he thrusts upward into my pussy. He warns that he is about to cum, and I stand up and motion for him to come in front of me. I take turns sucking and stroking each of your dicks until you are both with seconds of busting. I tell you both to jerk off on to my tits, neck and chin. You both do, covering me with your thick creamy loads. I run my fingers through the cum, then suck them clean. I wink at you both, and take off to the bathroom to clean up. As soon as I am out of eyesight, your friend tells you that that was one of the best fucks of his life. And you just smile… After an amazing round of fucking, we all drift off into a deep sleep in the living room. In the middle of the night, I wake to find someone slowly starting to rub my clit in circles. Hmm, I know the style all to well. I reach over and immediately grab your thick throbbing dick. I roll towards you; my lips find your neck…”you must not have had enough” you respond by rubbing my clit faster. You bring me to within inches of cumming, then stop. You pull me up on top of you and beg me to suck your rock hard dick. I flip around into the 69 position and I begin working away at your cum filled cock. You slide my panties aside and begin to run your tongue up and down my moist slit. You begin to tease my aroused clit with tiny flicks and thrust your tongue in and out of my pussy hole. We continue to rub and suck and pleasure each other with our mouths until we cum together. The sounds of our moans and panting awaken your friend and he wants to join in the action. He doesn’t even give me time to dismount you before he kneels before me and presses the purple head of his large dick against my lips. I slowly flick my tongue across the head of his dick causing him to jump back. “Where ya going stud?” I ask grabbing a hold of his dick and pulling him back toward me. I put his pussy hungry dick back to my mouth, lick my lips and take all 9 inches of his swollen dick deep into my throat. He begins to moan. Knowing how deeply I am pleasing him excites you and I can feel your dick coming to life beneath my tits. I grab my tits and squeeze them tightly around your hard dick. You begin to slowly thrust back and forth between my tits, fucking yourself using my tits. You begin to rub and lightly slap my ass, causing me to moan with pleasure. Your friend claims he is about to cum, and I begin pumping his hard long dick with mouth even faster. After he is done shooting his thick creamy load into my mouth, I turn around, and open my mouth and show you his cum, then swallow it. This sends your amazing dick into a frenzy! You roll me off of you in one swift move, and mount my pussy. You shove your hard thick dick completely into my pussy in one powerful thrust, driving me wild! You begin to furiously thrust in and out of my pussy, sending me into yet another powerful orgasm. Seeing you fuck my tight hot pussy causes your friend’s dick begin to harden again, I reach out and begin stroking his dick. You lend down and tell me you want to see my tight pussy stretched and filled with his 9 inch monster. I pull you towards me, and kiss you deeply. You get off of me, and tell him to fuck the hell out of my taut pussy. He kneels between my legs, and firmly presses his thick knob at my pussy opening. Slowly, he works every last thick engorged inch of his 9 inch dick until my pussy until he bottoms out, deep inside of me. He then slowly works it back out, inch by inch, then, looks up at you, and in one thrust plunges his dick deeply into my pussy. I scream with pleasure. You come to kneel over me and begin to jerk off, while watching his dick fuck my pussy. I begin to suck and tough on you balls, and occasionally sneak tiny flicks over your ass. You begin to cum, covering my chin, neck and tits with you hot load. Seconds later, he pulls he dick free from my tight pussy and shoot his load up my stomach covering me in yet another load of thick cream. I lay there, as the two of you admire your work. You ask if you can take a few pictures to save as a reminder of our weekend, and I tell you of course. Then, you help me to the shower, and help me to clean every bit of cum from my exhausted body. Then, we return to the living room, and find your buddy already asleep. We resume our spot on the floor, cuddle up, and drift back off to sleep, replaying the weekend’s event over again in our minds.

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Woman’s Best Friend

Kelly was just 17 years old when she met Brad, and now at 21 she’d just finished tossing all of his belongings into the dumpster outside their apartment. She’d already sent him a text message to let him know she’d found out about the affair he’d been having for months with an older co-worker. She couldn’t blame the cougar for seducing him, but she sure could blame him for taking her up on it. Was she better in bed? Could she give better head? “No”, Kelly thought, “I’m really good at that. She locked the door behind her and set the deadbolt.
Tired and sweating, Kelly walked into the kitchen, popped the top on a bottle of wine she’d been chilling for the weekend and poured herself a tall 32oz. plastic cup. She was pissed, and she she was going to get drunk and unwind tonight. Walking to the bedroom, she sat down on the side of the bed, pulled off her top, and tossed it on the floor. She took a long gulp of wine and thought how horrible it was going to be to be divorced. Brad had a good cock and she enjoyed making use of it every night. The warmth of the wine ran through her body. “The worst thing”, she thought, is I’ve been thinking about him fucking that cougar so much now that I’m horny!”.
Still sweating, Kelly clicked on the ceiling fan and shed her bra and pants. She took another deep sip of the wine and lay back on the bed. Bull, her pet Pit Bull walked in the bedroom and sat on the floor. At 150 lbs., Bull was not the little puppy he’d been when Brad gave him to Kelly on her sixteenth birthday. Bull was an ever-present companion and protector. Bull had even bit Brad once when he yelled at Kelly over some stupid shit. Kelly knew that Brad wouldn’t have the nerve to try anything stupid like breaking into the apartment because estranged husband or not, Bull would rip him apart. “Wouldn’t you boy?” Kelly muttered as if Bull understood her thoughts, as she patted Bull on the head. Bull wagged his tail, enjoying the love he was getting from his mistress. Kelly slammed down the rest of the wine and lay back on the bed. Her eyes were getting blurry. “Too much, too fast” she thought, then aloud she said, “But fuck it…who cares?!” Her body was warm from the wine now, but the cool air from the A/C and the ceiling fan combined to make her nipples stand up. Kelly continued thinking of how Brad must have been fucking the old slut at the office for months before she wised up. Somehow though just thinking of the affair had begun turning her on. She found her fingers delicately tracing the lips of her pussy and encircling her clit before she could stop herself. Kelly closed her eyes and tried not to think of anything, but her pussy was fighting for control of her mind. Within a few moments her fingertips were again rubbing her now throbbing clit. Again Kelly withdrew her hand, this time painfully aware that her juices were flowing. Damn she wanted some hard cock, and she needed it now! “Fuck that son-of-a-bitch!” Kelly said as she tried to curb her desires.
Kelly got up and walked to the kitchen, pouring another cup full of cold wine. Bull stood patiently inside the bedroom door awaiting her return. Kelly rubbed Bull behind the ears for a moment and almost fell over. The wine was starting to kick in harder now. For the next fifteen minutes Kelly drank the wine. She drank this cup slower, not wanting to get sick. When it came to drinking, Kelly knew she was a lightweight. At just over five feet tall and 110lbs, she was very petite. Kelly had been sick once when drunk, and left her legs hanging off the end of the bed to keep the room from spinning as she lay back on the bed.
Kelly was relaxing and felt tired. Her eyesight was blurry, and a nap would do her good. Her hand lay slightly off the side of the bed, and Bull nudged his head beneath it. Eyes closed, Kelly slowly rubbed his head. Bull put one front paw on the bedside gently, then the other. When Kelly didn’t respond, Bull stood, front paws still on the bed. He was tall enough that he leaned over and licked Kelly on the face. Kelly giggled for a moment as she wiped the big dogs slobber from her cheek, then drifted into partial consciousness to thoughts of Brad and how he kissed. In her inebriated state, when Bull leaned over and licked her lips, Kelly thought it was Brad, and she moaned softly as she offered him her long tongue. Bull licked over her tongue a few times, and for a brief moment she sucked his long smooth tongue between her lips, sucking it instinctively as if it were a cock. The dog sensed her emotions, but he pulled back from the strange new sensation. Bull sat down on the floor and stared at Kelly as she slipped her panties off and tossed them on the floor beside Bull. Her fingers immediately went to her love box, which was now beginning to glisten with warm juices. She rubbed her clit in slow, tight circles, then buried two fingers between the velvety folds. Bull wasn’t watching though. His nose was buried inside the moist panties, deeply inhaling her scent. Being male, Bull’s senses immediately responded to the scent of female arousal. He licked the slightly moist panties until there was no more delicious juice to be enjoyed. The red tip of his cock appeared from its hiding place. Kelly gyrated her hips on the bed as she slowly masturbated. Bull put two paws on the bed again and stood up. Kelly felt the motion and sleepily looked over. Seeing Bull she closed her eyes and half-halfheartedly attempted to rub his belly with the backside of her fingers, but unbeknownst to her she was rubbing his furry sheath. For as long as she rubbed, Bull stayed standing. Kelly didn’t have a clue she was turning Bull on. By the time Kelly quit rubbing, Bulls cock- a massively thick six inch monster was standing erect. Bull watched as Kelly’s hand once again found its way back to her love box. Bull paced the floor excitedly for a few moments, wagging his tail in excitement, and then his nose followed the scent and he walked to the foot of the bed. Bull nudged her hand, and as she lifted it in response, Bulls tongue dove between her thighs, landing directly on target- Kelly’s swollen clit! Fireworks went off in Kelly’s head as Bulls smooth tongue repeatedly flew across the sensitive little nub. Kelly’s eyes fluttered, then flew wide open in partial realization of what was happening. The dog continued to lick at her vigorously, unaffected by her sudden return of consciousness. At first she was going to push the dog away, but as the torridness of it…the lewd, nasty taboo of it all exploded in her brain as the first waves of an incredible orgasm hit. White-hot flashes of light blazed before her eyes as the second spasm hit before the first had stopped. Kelly closed her eyes, arched her back, and pulled the back of Bulls head into her sopping pussy firmly. The hairs on his snout pricked and poked her clit like tiny needles, bringing Kelly’s pussy a never-before felt sensation. Kelly gasped for air as a new orgasm rocked her body in multiple waves. Kelly held Bull’s head tightly as he greedily devoured the new taste of human female cum. He liked the taste even more than her juices earlier. When the juices were ebbing off, Bull nibbled at her clit and Kelly exploded in an orgasm so strong that she passed out momentarily, releasing Bulls head. As she lay twitching and writhing, Bull continued to lap up her juices until Kelly opened her eyes. Kelly was young, and she was far from spent sexually. She sat up, her head spinning, and Bull backed away wagging his tail happily. “Oh God….” Kelly thought, “I’ve just let a dog make me cum”. She pondered the thought in her mind for a moment. It was so wrong, so taboo, and yet she knew she couldn’t deny it was the best damn orgasm she’d ever experienced! Looking back at Bull, she saw it…the big red cock standing out begging for attention. Kelly looked around the room as if expecting someone to be watching her, then seeing no one in sight, she patted the bed and said, “Up, Bull!” Bull hopped up on the bed, his thick cock swinging wildly back and forth. Kelly lay beside Bull on the bed and stared at his member- it was a deep red color, and it looked shiny as if it had juices of its own. Timidly Kelly reached out and touched the shaft. Bull stood still, wagging his approval. Kelly gently ran her hand down the dog’s prick on the underside and giggled lightly as it bobbed up and down. Then she squeezed the shaft- lightly at first, and then firmly. Damn, his cock was as hard as a rock, and stiff as a board! Bull made some kind of noise, and Kelly stopped momentarily, fearing he might bark. It wasn’t a growl or a bark; it was a more guttural, more primitive sound almost like a groan. Was that it? Had he enjoyed her touch? Kelly reached out and grasped his cock; it was much harder than any guys cock she’d ever held, feeling like a solid bone. Kelly smiled a lustful grin, then whispered in Bull’s ear, “Let’s see if you like what other guys like. I owe you at least that much”. Bull stood waiting patiently as Kelly stuffed her pillow underneath his belly, then slid her head beneath him. “Just don’t do it in my mouth” she laughed. Kelly’s hot mouth licked the bottom of his doggy meat pole just a bit the first time, then she took his length into her hungry mouth. The dog began squirting a copious amount of pre-cum into her mouth; more than Bard’s normal full load. Kelly wondered why it seemed he was cumming, yet he didn’t soften one bit. Kelly swallowed, and then smiled a wicked grin. “Damn Bull…” she said, “You don’t taste bad at all!”. Bull said nothing, but wagged his tail in approval of the sensation her warm mouth and swirling tongue had made on his stiff member. Kelly licked Bull for a few more minutes as he continued squirting hot juice into her hungry mouth. Kelly licked very slowly as if prolonging his pleasure, but the truth was that Kelly’s juices were flowing like mad and her clit was on fire again. Kelly rubbed her clit vigorously as she gripped the shaft hard, pulling the tip into her warm mouth, sucking hard as she silently hoped he would cum for her, but he didn’t. His shaft, if anything just grew thicker, longer, and harder. Bull groaned as Kelly sucked, arched his back, and began pumping into her mouth. “Whoa, boy!” Kelly said as she slipped from beneath him.
Kelly rubbed her clit and stared at Bull. His cock was now even thicker and probably at least eight inches long. He was bigger than Brad! “You need to let it go, boy.” she teased, then the realization hit her. “Oh my…” she said. “You’re four years old, and still a virgin, aren’t you? In people years, that’s twenty eight! You need pussy, not a blow job, don’t you?” Bull barked for the first time. Kelly laughed. “Oh my, my, my!” she said. Kelly rubbed her clit, which was on fire! She knew exactly what she had to do now. “We need to fix that don’t we, boy?” Kelly smiled as she raced to her closet. Coming back, Kelly quickly donned a black leather jacket to keep Bull’s claws from scratching her, then reached down and gripped Bulls shaft, which was still hard as a rock. “Mmmm yeah, Bull!” she said with a lewd smile, “I think I know exactly what to do for you!” Kelly got up on the bed and patted it. Bull iimediately jumped onto the bed and licked her face. Kelly moved his head until he was licking her lips, then she licked his back. Kelly got on her knees and turned her dripping pussy towards Bull. For several minutes Bull again lapped greedily at her juices. He didn’t understand what her body’s jerking motions meant, but he loved the smell of her arousal. After going through another couple of incredible orgasms, Kelly turned to Bull, her hair matted with sweat and her eyes glazed over with lust. “Give me that cock, Bull!” she demanded. “I want it now!” she said. Bull didn’t understand. Finally, Kelly leaned back on her knees and said “Up Boy!”. Bull jumped up, wrapped his legs around her waist and leaned forward, poking his shaft wildly at her ass. When Bulls cock touched her pussy, Kelly shivered. It was so hot and so firm. Kelly reached down and helped guide the tip of his cock into her steaming hot pussy. “Ahhh…!” Kelly moaned. She thrust back hard against his cock. Kelly was so wet the first few inches slid in easily. “Oh Fuck!” Kelly moaned, “God you feel so fucking good inside me!” Silently Kelly wondered in awe, “Why haven’t I done this before now?!”. Kelly thrust back hard against Bulls cock, and the remaining four inches hit home, fully planted in Kelly’s tight little box. “Oh shit!” Kelly screamed into her pillow as the cock buried deep inside her. Bull lay his head down on Kelly’s back and gripped her tightly with his front legs. Kelly was wondering what was going to happen when suddenly Bull started pounding her pussy. It wasn’t soft and gentle, this was an all-out, no holds barred fuck! Bull would yank his cock back, then thrust it forward ferociously. Kelly gripped her pillow tightly and bit into it. Bulls violent attack on her privates sent her over the edge. It was so lewd, so nasty…and she was loving every minute of it! Convulsing in a strong orgasm, her inner muscles clenched down on Bulls shaft, trying desperately to hold it still, but Bull only yanked and pushed harder. Kelly could feel him grip her harder with every thrust until she could scarcely breathe. She moaned into the pillow loudly and thrust back against her canine lover. Saliva drooled form Bulls muzzle and down Kelly’s side as he let out little grunting sounds. The sounds were so primitive that Kelly soon found it as music to her ears, turning her on in a very primal way. Like Bull, she was now a writhing, thrashing wild animal seeking to fulfill her innermost primitive urges. After about fifteen minutes of the most rigorous thrashing she’d ever taken, Kelly felt Bull’s large knot full of cum slamming against her pussy lips. Looking down between her breasts she could see what appeared to be a ball in his member. “It’s his cum!” she realized. Kelly stopped thrusting momentarily and waited. Bull stopped pounding her swollen pussy lips and pulled her body back tightly against the knot with his strong legs. At first Kelly thought that the knot was going to split her pussy in half. “There’s no way it will fit” she thought, “Unless I help”. Kelly spread her legs wide and forced her body to relax as much as possible. Slowly her muscles relaxed and Kelly squealed with pleasure as she felt the knot slowly start to squeeze its way inside. It was all too much for her however, and Kelly broke into a huge orgasm even though neither of the two were moving. Her pussy juices squirted out, coating the ball of cum, and because of the increased lubrication, with one final lunge backwards from Kelly and one final pull from Bull’s taut muscles, the knot entered Kelly’s sopping pussy. Kelly had never had anything so large stuffed into her tight little pussy before, and she went wild, bucking and thrashing. “Fuck, this is great!” she thought. Bull just held on for dear life as Kelly gave him a fuck the young dog would remember quite fondly. After several minutes of bucking like a wild Bronco, Kelly was spent. Kelly had ridden so many waves of intense orgasms that she’d lost count. Kelly lay down as much as she could, with Bull firmly locked against her ass. He attempted to turn around for a few moments, but they were tightly locked by his knot. Kelly’s strength slowly began returning to her body. She mused over how she had just received the fuck of her life, and it was from her pet. Bull groaned and Kelly felt a massive load of doggy sperm flood her pussy. She felt it flow deep inside, and as its warm creaminess ran down the inside of her thighs. Kelly inner muscles twitched involuntarily as she pumped Bull’s cock a few more times to make sure he was fully spent, then she gasped as he quickly pulled out of her enlarged pussy. Kelly turned and sat up on the bed. A flood of cum was still drooling from between her lips. Kelly tasted the mixture of their love juices and was surprised to find that she liked it. In fact, within a few months she would begin to crave it.
Brad never got his foot back in the door, and Bull to this day continues to please his mistress whenever she wishes…which by the way, is quite often!
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