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Beastiality my First Time

Bestiality, my first time
Today I turned 51 years old and this is my story. I was brought up on a farm and married a widowed farmer when I was 22 and he was 55. I am far from being good looking but I’m not ugly either. I am what you would call sturdy at 5’6” and weigh 155 lbs. The only fat on my body is in my large tits which are 40dd. From the time I was 7 I milked our cows and fed the rest of the animals on my Dad’s farm. I helped in the planting and harvesting of our various crops. We owned about 800 acres and planted alfalfa, barley, corn and cotton rotating them. My dad believed the bible and would let a portion of the fields lay fallow every seven year.
The town we lived near was pretty small. It had a hardwood store, a post office, a barber shop, a drug store, a small market, a lumber yard, several commercial stores and of course a bar. The population was 1,123 so you can see there were not a lot of boys beating down my door to take me out. In fact I never had a date until the widower asked my Dad if he could marry me. Our first and only date was a trip to the drug store for a coke.
Growing up the only thing I new about sex was what I learned when my Dad bread our stallion to our mare and our Ass. It took me a while to understand why I would get flushed and get a funny feeling between my legs when I help my Dad breed the stallion. Sometimes I had to guide their huge cocks into the females while Dad held the Mare and the Ass still. By the time I was 15 we had six horses and 3 mules to help with the farming. We had two tractors but my Dad preferred using the mules and horses most of the time. Each time we bred the stallion and also later his offspring I would get all wet between my legs. I was nineteen when I played with myself the first time and had my first climax. In fact when I came it scared the hell out of me but at the same time it felt really good. I started fingering my self once or twice a week for the release I got.
I married John the widower and he took me to the city for our honeymoon. I guess my Dad told John I was a Virgin and didn’t know anything about sex. On the way to the city he gave me a book to read about sex. It had pictures and by the time we got to the hotel my panties were all wet from my vagina oozing my juices that the book and pictures had aroused in me. John took me out to eat and a picture show. It was only the second picture I had ever seen. When we got back to the hotel room John told me to take a shower and then get into bed. I was laying in bed in the dark without my night gown on when John got into bed with me.
John began to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. He kissed my neck several times and then he took my left breast into his mouth as he continued to squeeze and fondle my other one. He sucked my nipple and as I looked down I saw how far my nipples had popped out. I have very large dark areolas and my nipples were almost 3/8ths of an inch around. I was becoming very wet between my legs when John slid his hand between my legs and I felt his finger enter the folds of my vagina. He pushed one then two up inside me until I felt him hit something inside me that prevented him from going any deeper.
John started shoving his fingers in and out of me and when he took his thumb and rubbed it over the top part of my slit a tremendous feeling ran over my whole body. Just like when I fingered myself only better. I found I was breathing much more rapidly and I began to force my vagina back against his fingers. Suddenly I felt this tremendous surge go thru my body and my ass came up hard against his fingers. There was such a relief within me like I had been holding my breath for a very long time and then all the air came spilling out. It was so much bigger and better than those times I did it to myself.
He crawled on top of me and got between my legs. I felt something very large push against the entrance of my vagina. I looked down and saw what was poking at me. His penis was huge. I thought there was no way he was going to be able to put that thing in me. I then felt my vagina entrance part a little as he pushed against me. When he shoved harder I felt like my vagina was going to split as he drove inside me. He hit the same thing that had prevented his fingers from going any further inside me.
He lifted my legs a bit and drove his penis deep inside my vagina. The pain was excruciating. I felt like someone had hit me very hard between my legs. I screamed and almost passed out. The inside of my vagina felt like it would split it was so full of his penis. He held very still for almost five minutes before the pain subsided. He began to slide that huge penis in and out of me very slowly. Within minutes the pain went away and I began to feel a great deal of pleasure from what he was doing.
Faster and faster he went and then I felt that same sensation flow over me. He continued to pound that huge penis in and out of me. Two more times I felt that beautiful feeling flow over me and I realized I was shoving my pelvis back at him each time he plunged down inside me. I felt him give a powerful push and I felt a hot liquid shoot into me. Three, four, and then five spurts of hot liquid spurt against the inside of my vagina. John collapsed on top of me breathing very hard.
We both lay there panting for quite awhile. He pulled me to him and held me tight against his chest. We must have dozed off for a time because I woke up a short time later and felt his penis rise between my legs and we did it again. We did it again about six that morning and each time it was even better than the previous time. There was blood all over the sheets and on my legs. I took a long hot shower and while at breakfast I took the sex book and continued to read and look at the pictures. I found that what he did to me was called fucking and that my vagina was known as a pussy, or cunt. That his penis was a cock or dick and that flowing sensation I kept having was called cumming or having a climax or orgasm.
When we got back to his farm he took the week off. He fucked me twice a day for a solid week. I though wow, I wondered what he would have been like at twenty. He told me his cock was 7 ½ inches long and as big around as my wrist. I got pregnant two years later and had twin boys. We worked the 800 acre farm and made a good living for the next twelve years. We had a great sex life and I got that great cock shoved into my pussy at least three and often as much as five times a week. Oh how I enjoyed it.
John had a stroke just after my 35 birthday and the boys were 11. For the next 3 years I had to run the farm by myself. John, bless his sole tried to compensate for the fact he could no longer perform by eating my pussy now and then. He died two days before my 38th birthday. Without a man around the house and my boys being only 14 I bought two dogs for protection, a large German Shepard, and the other a half white Shepard and half Akita when they were puppies. I called the Shepard Shep of course and by four years old he weighed 90 lbs. The white Shepard/Akita I called curly because his tail stuck strait up and had a curl in it. He was huge and at 4 weighed 155 lbs.
I never thought to have them fixed. I really missed the sex that my husband had provided me. I worked the farm with some help from the boys for the next three years. I master-batted a couple times a week to keep my sanity. On my 41st birthday I was working in the field and started my period. I didn’t have a pad with me and I was flowing pretty hard so I sat down on the running board of the tractor and removed my Jeans and panties intending on using my panties as a pad till I could get to the house.
I was sitting there folding my panties into a pad when the Akita shoved his nose between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I jumped a foot and pushed him away but he came right between my legs again and started licking. I had never had my pussy licked and the feeling made my legs weak. I sat back down on the tractor stair and pulled my pussy lips apart and let him lick. Then Shep got below Curly and started licking my Ass and the lower part of my pussy. Those two dogs made me cum three times within minutes.
Curly would stick his tongue inside my vagina and scoop out the blood and cum and at the same time as he would come out he would slide his tongue across my clit. Shep was licking my Ass and the pussy juices Curly missed. I was cumming so much my brain went blank. I finally stood up to get on the tractor and drive back to the house before I passed out. I tripped over Curly and fell on my face. I started to get up but only got to my hands and knees when Shep jumped on my back and I felt his cock slid deep into my pussy.
I thought OH shit and tried to get him off but he held me tight. His cock was going in and out of me so fast and I felt myself getting close to an orgasm. When his knot began to swell I let go a tremendous climax. That knot was being shoved inside and then out of my pussy. Finally it swelled and he gave a big shove and it stayed inside me and I felt him shoot his dog cum deep inside me. Shep made me cum twice more as he kept shooting squirt after squirt deep inside me. When he stopped pumping he turned around and for a short time we were hung together and then he plopped out of me and went and laid down an began to lick himself.
I was still trying to get my breath back when Curly shoved his huge dick into me. His weight forced my head and chest to the ground. Like Shep that dick of his was slamming me so fast and I couldn’t move. He was so big I felt the small end of his dick enter my cervix and he shoved so hard that I think he penetrated it close to and inch. Then he came out and slammed back into me. He was going in and out of my cervix and pussy so fast that it was very painful. His knot began to swell and it felt like a baseball was being shoved in and out of me. The pain stopped and I began to cum once, twice then a third time. He shoved that huge knot up inside me and it rubbed against an area that caused me to climax like I had never had before. A large amount of liquid came pouring out of me.
Curly held me tight and I felt his cock begin to shoot a huge amount of his cum straight into my cervix and I felt some cum run deep into my Uterus. The feeling of his hot cum entering those areas of my cervix and uterus made me cum again and again. I was so strung out that I passed out. When I came too a short time later Curly had turned around and was trying to pull free. I could still feel him shooting more cum deep inside me. I was still so excited and his trying to get away was rubbing my insides and my clit at the same time causing me to cum again.
That knot was so big it wouldn’t come out. Not like Shep who only tied me a very short time. It took almost twenty minuets before it finally came out. I was so full of cum from the two dogs that when it did come out I shot water and cum all over the ground. I could hardly climb into the tractor’s seat my legs were so weak. I made it to the house and took a long shower and douched myself with the shower nozzle. For the rest of the day all I could think about was what those dogs had done to me and how much I enjoyed it.
That night after the boys went to bed I let the dogs in and took them into my bedroom and let each one fuck me. For the next five days those dogs fucked me four and five times a day while the twins were in school. Then suddenly they lost interest and I realized my period had ended. It took me another ten days of jacking them off each time I wanted the dogs to fuck me to train them. Finally they got the idea that when they licked my pussy they got to fuck me.
For the next month I was able to let my dogs fuck me twice a day and occasionally three times before the twins came home. Most of the time I liked them to fuck me when working in the fields. I always let both of the dogs fuck me one after the other. Usually Shep first then Curly because Shep got me going and then I could take Curly’s enormous cock. I measured it when it was fully hard. It was six and a half inches from the tip to his knot and the knot was three inches wide with an inch behind the knot. So when he had his cock all the way in it was about ten inches. Shep was only seven and a half inches.
I almost got caught by one of the twins when I let Shep fuck me in the barn. If his brother hadn’t called to him causing him answer I wouldn’t have known he was outside the barn. Shep had just stopped shooting his hot cum into my belly when I heard them. I scrambled to get dressed and just got my Jeans on when he walked in. I pretended to be raking the straw. If it had been Curly I would have still been tied to him and wouldn’t have been able to get away. I was afraid of what my twins would think of me if one or both twins found out about the dogs?
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The Professor’s Exploits: Journal Entries October 22nd – 26th

October 22nd
Dear Journal,
Kyra came to my apartment again today. Luckily the last girl had just left about 5 minutes before she showed up. They always come back for more…
It’s amazing — as a married biology professor in my late 30s, more girls have been throwing themselves at me now than ever before in my life. Not like I’m complaining or anything! Sometimes they want extra credit. Most girls do it for the thrill. This is the age when they’re finding themselves sexually, after all. A mature, athletic, educated man in his prime, like myself, is an easy target for those raging female hormones. Often these college age girls want a teacher in the classroom and a teacher in the bedroom as well.
I have a studio apartment close to the University, furnished with a bed and a desk for my computer as well as some bookshelves and art. Lynn thinks it’s just used as an office, located conveniently close to the school, much closer than our house in the suburbs which is about an hour’s drive. Such a dear, never questioning my late working hours. Thank goodness Lynn hasn’t caught on; she’d never tolerate infidelity and I don’t want to waste money on a divorce. I do love my wife. But I also love fucking all these barely-ripe college girls! It’s a dangerous game, but I can’t resist playing it. I’m addicted, though I admit it only to this journal.
But anyway, back to Kyra… She showed up at my door in a long, black peacoat and red high heels to match her ruby red lipstick, her silky brunette waves falling over her shoulders and halfway down her black. She smiled at me and walked in before I could even say Hello and invite her inside. Thick black lashes and eyeliner framed her hazel eyes. I was wearing only my boxer shorts.
Kyra was one of my favorites thus far, but we’d only had sex twice — two very intensely passionate encounters, one in the classroom and one here at the apartment. She’s the one who broke it off two weeks ago because she couldn’t stand the thought of sharing me. I’m always very forthright about being married and unable to pursue anything more than casual, albeit explosive, sex. She’s barely 18 and very sexually inexperienced, telling me she’s looking for a long term relationship, not a fling.
But she came back to me today, looking more seductive than ever as she stood in front of the bed. I sat on a chair at the desk, intently watching her, still not saying anything. Her creamy thigh peeked out from the black peacoat, making my cock twitch in my boxers. She kept her eyes on mine and slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of her coat, revealing a pristine porcelain neck and chest. My gaze went to her cleavage, amplified by the tight coat. Her fingers undid the third button and suddenly it was if reality became heaven itself — those perfect, succulent orbs of quivering flesh spilling out and staring right back at me, with big dusky areolas hardening instantly in the chill of the room. God, how I’d missed them! I’d just shot my load not even twenty minutes ago and my cock was already nearly at maximum hardness again. Her tits are an overflowing D cup, her nipples large and delicious, enough to inspire the hardest of erections.
My breath caught in my throat, all of my blood flooding into my groin. Had she no clothes on at all under the coat? Surely at least a thong… She grinned and bent over, cupping those voluptuous breasts, striking a pose in front of the bed that made me want to hammer her hard in every hole right there and then. I watched her pull on her nipples, making them stand out like little sausages that I wanted to sink my teeth into badly. The red high heels clicked upon the hardwood floor with her every move. Her fingers continued south, undoing the fourth and fifth buttons of the long black coat, now exposing her flat stomach with a sparkling crystal belly-button piercing. The dim light over the bed threw shadows down her toned abdominals, casting a dark vertical trail leading right down from her glittering belly-button towards the ecstasy that I knew to be between her legs.
I got to my feet, entranced, her fingers right over her crotch on the last button. It was torture — I wanted to rip the coat off her body to reveal her perfect nudity! My prick was fully engorged, 8 1/2″ of raging flesh pointing right at her through the thin fabric of my boxers, all my thoughts and actions reduced to the basest of instincts — sex, sex, sex! Copulation, insemination, penetration!
She grinned seductively. I walked over and pushed her down on the bed, jumping on top of her. She giggled. I yanked the peacoat open brusquely, making the last button fly off across the room. Finally, her perfect pussy mound! I began salivating immediately, the smell of her sex instantly pervading my nostrils. Her shiny red heels were in the air, her thighs wide open for me. I slipped my boxers off and stuck my face in between her legs as she lay upon the satiny black lining of the peacoat. There was a neatly trimmed strip of dark hair right over her slit. She has, in my opinion, the perfect pussy. Plump and puffy, her thick, rippled, moist folds of cuntmeat peaking ever so slightly from her lips. A tiny, pink pearl of a clit hid at the top of her slit. I could suck on it for hours, but I was so horny that I only ate her out for about 10 minutes this time.
Her moans began filling the apartment when I went down on her. I love the sound of her moans — little gasps and cries and “oohs.” Before she could cum, I pulled my lips away and took the base of my thick cock in hand. She licked her lips, staring at my prick. Straddling her body as she lay on her back on the bed, I rubbed my meat along her slit, getting myself slick with her juices. The little moans and gasps continued to fall from her lips.
Then I stopped playing around and aimed the head of my cock in between her cuntlips. Our eyes were locked in a heated gaze. I bucked my hips at her, sinking my prick balls-deep in a single stroke. She groaned loudly, her breasts bouncing from the force of my thrust. I bent my head and suckled those voluptuous tits while building up a faster pace. Her cunt was so tight and hot, swallowing my meat whole! Kyra moaned underneath me, clawing at my back. I couldn’t help but groan along with her, sounding like a growling beast with a nipple in my mouth, as her powerful cunt muscles squeezed my prick rhythmically.
I hammered her pussy for all it was worth, filling the room with the sounds of my cock penetrating her teen hole: The slapping of skin on skin, the moist, squelching sound of my dick pistoning in and out of her cunt, our moans and cries… Kyra’s taut body writhed on the bed, her hips rising up to meet my thrusts. She held my back tightly, my face buried in her neck. Her moans turned into screams that she was cumming. I couldn’t hold back any longer as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock — I slammed into her hard one last time and gasped, my prick erupting deep inside her womb. Her moans were loud in my ear. My cock throbbed, and so did her orgasming pussy. We were both breathless. I collapsed upon her, eyes closed with my head on her chest, my prick still twitching inside her hole.
Reality came crashing back down on me as soon as I’d shot my load. Usually I was so good about using condoms, but in the heat of the moment she just let me dive right into her pussy! My cock slipped out of her slimy hole, a string of semen sticking from her cuntlips to the head of my dick. A big gob of cum came rushing out along with my prick. Man, I hope she’s on birth control…
She stared up at me adoringly in the afterglow of intense orgasm. And then seconds later she began trying to talk me into leaving my wife (“Hey, why don’t you leave that old cunt-bag of a wife for me? Think of all the fun we’d have together then!”), even though I’d told her before that leaving my wife wasn’t an option. Then she asked me to at least stop fucking other girls from school. I walked over to the door and held it open for her while we were both still nude. She knew the deal: I could not offer her a serious long term relationship. Tears were in her eyes as she threw her coat on and ran out the door, her cum-filled pussy peeking out with each step due to the missing button. I shook my head. This girl could be trouble.
Damn, and she left some claw marks on my back — if Lynn asks about it I’ll have to tell her that mysterious rash is acting up again!
That’s all for tonight ~
~Professor X
Oct. 23rd
Dearest Journal –
I fucked a girl named Minnie for the first time today. She stayed after class to ask some questions, and before I knew it she was sitting on my lap kissing me and bouncing up and down like a little girl visiting Santa! My cock meat stiffened immediately at the feeling of that round little peach of an ass grinding against my crotch! This girl always wears the shortest skirts and dresses possible, driving me to distraction. I’ve caught a glimpse of her satiny thong before in class when she bent over her lab desk, but I figured it was accidental. Now I know better — she’s a seductive little minx!
She’s probably around 5ft tall and 100lbs, very slender. Long and very curly blond hair and blue eyes. Pretty girl, but kinda slutty looking, too (not saying that’s a bad thing). Thick, dick-sucking lips always painted some gaudy shade of pink. Even though it’s October, she still wears mini-skirts. Today she was wearing a little red corduroy one that barely covered her asscheeks along with some sexy leather boots. Her tits are probably a full B cup. Not huge, but definitely nice & perky. I’d smother myself to death in them any day, believe me!
So she didn’t really have questions about the assignment — within 5 minutes she was on her knees sucking my dick while I sat at my desk! I unbuttoned her pink blouse, revealing a girly polka-dotted bra. She pulled her tits free, showing off tiny pink nipples. I caressed and squeezed them while she swallowed my dick to the balls — she has quite a talent for deep-throating! Lifting her little skirt up, I saw she was wearing a matching thong. I pulled it aside and fingered her succulent, bald pussy as she gagged and sputtered on my prick. She moaned around my cock. Then she took my saliva-coated meat out of her mouth, holding it in her hand, and begged me to fuck her.
God, I love my job.
I took out a rubber from my drawer and lifted her onto my desk, not caring about the pens and papers falling to the floor. She got on her hands and knees on the desk and wiggled her cute little ass at me, beckoning me to come fuck her. I got up on the desk, positioning myself on top of her. With the base of my prick in hand, I aimed it between her pussylips and thrust forward, pushing her against the desk with a grunt. My lubricated cock sank deep inside of her. I gripped her hips hard and began fucking her steadily from behind, knocking nearly everything off my desk with a clatter. She was gasping and squealing, so I had to keep my hand over her mouth, leaving lipstick all over my fingers. Our rhythmic slaps filled the room. There were probably still lots of faculty and students still left in the building, so I hope nobody noticed the sounds coming from the biology lab this afternoon! I grunted like a beast, eager to blow my load.
I pulled out of her when I was ready to cum, rolled my condom off real quick, and shot my load all over her back — creaming her skirt, the back of her shirt, her hair… Somehow she didn’t feel it because she walked out without mentioning it or wiping it off. I guess maybe she thought I spermed in the condom? Maybe it was some sorority dare to leave class all covered in cum? Regardless, I wouldn’t mind fucking that little bald pink pussy again soon!
Side note:
One of the apartment neighbors came on to me today in the elevator, a middle-aged single mom — I wonder if she hears my numerous sexcapades through the walls and wants to try me out for herself! I have plenty of young girls at the school to keep my cock entertained for now, though. Another girl, Melanie, is coming over to my apartment shortly. I last saw her at school, in the bathroom, where she was on my lap letting me fuck her up the ass while sitting upon the toilet. Ah, college — the best years of our lives!
Until next time~
~Professor X
Oct. 26nd
Dear Journal –
Had some pretty intense sex with Melanie the other day. What a hot, young whore! She’s a gorgeous redhead, with hypnotic, almost amber-colored eyes and freckles all over her porcelain skin. Probably about 5’7″ and 120lbs. Great tits, 34C. Nice and perky, with tiny nipples that are always so responsive. She says her pussy starts to get wet at even the slightest touch upon her nipples. It’s easy to make her cum whilst fucking her — I just lick and suck and nibble her sensitive nipples until she’s writhing in a puddle of her own pussy juices! I made her cum 5 times in a hour once. Mel was in my class a couple years ago; this year she’s a Senior. She’s one of the girls I’ve been fucking regularly. We started having sex when she was a student of mine.
So the other night Mel came over wearing a sexy little black dress that barely covered her ass — got my prick twitching at the door. She had shiny black heels on that had to be at least 4.” I made us a simple spaghetti dinner, and afterwards I poured some wine and got the soft music going. That’s when she began telling me about a fantasy she had of being tied up to a bed and ravished. I listened intently, my prick also paying rapt attention. Unfortunately, there are no bedposts on the bed in the apartment, otherwise I’d gladly bring her fantasy to life!
The sun was setting and we were both relaxing. I loosened my light blue silk tie, staring out the window at the golden sunset. We sat silently sipping our wine a few moments, gazing outside. I kept thinking of her bedpost fantasy, of the mental image of her restrained body, breasts thrust upward and outward due to her bound wrists stretched high above her head… My cock was pulsing at the mental images dancing through my head.
I broke the silence, asking Mel to meet me out on the balcony with another bottle of wine. While she got settled outside, I slipped my tie off and stuffed it into my pocket. Since it was a perfect fall evening, the balcony door was left open to the warm breeze. I silently walked through it and walked up behind Mel as she stood over the balcony railing, enjoying the sunset. She’d set two glasses of wine sat on the table. The copper tones in her hair were illuminated beautifully in the light of the sun, setting her aglow with youth and vitality. She jumped a little when I snuck up behind her but then she smiled and pressed back against me, rubbing her firm ass into my crotch. I bent over and kissed her neck and bare shoulders, making her squirm and giggle. My hands crept up her sides, stopping at her breasts. I strummed her nipples through the thin, silky fabric of her dress until they felt like hard little diamonds. She threw her head back, a small groan falling from her lips. Her ass pressed harder into my growing erection.
I envisioned her pussy wettening under the dress just from the touch of my fingers on her nipples. My right hand slipped down along the curve of her side to her shapely hip and then down to her leg, feeling the fabric of the dress as it rested upon her toned thigh. She giggled again, rubbing her ass all over my crotch, getting me harder and harder. My fingers slipped underneath the dress and slowly grazed the insides of her thighs before feeling the heat in between her legs. Then my heart skipped a beat as I continued on and felt the wetness of her slit and the baldness of her pussy mound — no panties! Instantly my fingers were slick with her juices. Obviously she was ready for me. But I wasn’t quite ready yet for her…
My hands went back up the curves of her luscious body, stopping at her arms right below the elbow. I kissed the back of her neck and she let out a sigh. Then in a single motion, I pulled her hands behind her back and began tying her wrists with my silk necktie. Mel gasped in surprise. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I said into her ear in a low voice. I could see the goosebumps breaking out all over her pale skin. Then I kissed her neck and her exposed shoulders. I made her turn around to face me and we kissed passionately. Her pert breasts were thrust upward from the restraint. I kissed my way down her neck to the smooth skin exposed by the low neckline of her black dress, making my way down her decollete until my face was nuzzled in the warmth of her cleavage.
The sun had not yet set and I found myself brazenly pulling this gorgeous college girl’s breasts out of her dress right outside on my balcony with her hands tied behind her back. I sucked wildly on her little pink nipples, cupping each breast in my hand. I ran circles all over them with my tongue. She began moaning loudly when I pressed the tip of my tongue to her nipples and then sucked them alternately. Then I moved one of my hands down in between her legs. Her inner thighs were coated with the sticky wetness of her aroused pussy. I shivered, my cock straining now in my pants for the ecstasy of her tight hole. We kissed once more and then I suddenly turned her around so that she was facing the sun as it neared the horizon. The sky was set afire, reds and purples as far as the eye could see.
I bent Mel over the balcony and crouched down behind her with her pert bum in my face. Pulling the dress up just a few inches revealed those thick, bald pussylips and the backs of her thighs all wet from her natural lubrication… Mmm, I had to control myself, pausing to savor the sight of her juicy sex before diving into it. She moaned as I ran my fingers up and down her slit before slipping just a fingertip inside her hot gash. I pinched her lips together and strummed her clit, teasing her. But then she gasped when I leaned my head in and began lapping up and down her slit, letting my tongue poke into her hole. I held her hips steady, her hands resting right above my head at the small of her back, her wrists still bound firmly. Her fingers flexed and curled from the oral pleasure I lavished upon her womanhood.
My tongue curled up until the tip of it pressed against her clit, the rest of my tongue covering most of her slit. I was smothering myself on her dripping sex, my nose buried in the crack of her ass as I devoured her pussy with my mouth. She was moaning now, neither of us caring if any neighbors were watching the scene out here on the top floor balcony. I lapped her cunt and pressed my tongue hard against that little clit-button until I knew she was near orgasm. Then I stood up, pulling my prick from my pants, and pushed it against her moist gash from behind. Her lips fell open. One of my hands went to the base of my dick, the other to her chest cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She was moaning steadily already and I hadn’t even begun penetrating her yet!
I rubbed my dick up and down her wet slit for a few moments, teasing her. The sun was now sinking below the horizon, a molten pool of orange that disappeared in an instant, leaving the sky streaked with pink and purple. Gripping her chest firmly, my body pressing tightly against her, I finally plunged my prick in between her pussylips with a groan and a gasp. Her moans turned into squeals — I had to hold my hand on her mouth for awhile to keep her quiet. I didn’t see any neighbors outside, and didn’t want to attract any attention with screams. My chest pressed against her restrained arms as my body enveloped hers from behind, crushing her tits against the balcony railing. Melanie threw her head back, her long red hair flying in my face, her ass grinding into my crotch to force as much of my dick up inside her as possible. Seems this young college beauty was enjoying being restrained and dominated out on the balcony by her Professor!
I certainly love every second in her cunt (or ass), but it did make it even hotter to fuck her while her wrists were tied, pulling her helpless body around and shamelessly using her for my own pleasure as well as forcing pleasure upon her. It was also admittedly thrilling knowing we were exposed out on the balcony. She loved it too — before I spermed up inside of her (she’s one of the few girls I trust with birth control) she climaxed on my cock while I penetrated her from behind up against the railing. Her orgasming pussy always creams my cock up good! She’s got such a juicy pussy, she’s practically a squirter! We came together, out on the balcony for the world to see, reduced to a breathless heap of bodies against the balcony rail. Looking down, I saw a droplets of combined pussy and cock juices pooling on the concrete at our feet. I set her wrists free and handed her a glass of wine. With my semi-erect dick still dripping cum and her pussy oozing, we toasted to a good, hard fuck and sipped quietly as dusk fell upon us.
We fucked once more before she left, hard and fast up against the door — couldn’t resist it. Ah, Melanie… maybe I will buy a big four-poster bed just for you? What a sweet girl, with such sweet cunt meat!
Until we meet again~
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Dating?

For all of you critics our there worried about “GOOD WRITING SKILLS” please take some time and read some of the writings of Mark Twain, William Faulkner or John Steinbeck. All of these authors use misspelled words, improper grammar and questionable local colloquialisms in their writing to convey mood and realism. I am not putting myself in their class and not all of my writing errors are intentional but for those that are, I think I’m in pretty good company. What’s important is the STORY, please leave the structure and the grammar to the author or start criticizing “Tom Sawyer”, “Go Down Moses”, or “Of Mice and Men”.
Dating?
I am a 62 year old business man who works as a consultant for some major aerospace companies and my wife owns several small companies in the northeast. We have been married for twenty years and we dated for about ten years before that. We have four children from previous marriages, two of hers and two of mine. All of the kids are out of the house now and two of them have families of their own.
My wife is 55 and a couple years ago she became very upset about what her age was doing to her body. She complained about gaining weight, her greying hair and, what I call, the smile lines around her eyes. When I tried to tell her that it was a normal condition of growing older, she snapped my head off. She told me that I was better looking now than when she married me and that all her friends thought the same way. She said that men look more distinguished with grey hair and that I wasn’t getting fat like she was. I told her that I was flattered that she and her friends thought that way but that age has taken its toll on me also. This really set her off. She called me a liar and accused me of lusting after her friends. I told her that I had never been unfaithful and that I loved her as much now as when we got married. This didn’t help. We stopped having sex about the time she started this bout of insecurity and she eventually asked me to move into another bedroom. When I suggested that she see a therapist or that we both go to a marriage counselor she told me that there was nothing wrong with her and that I was the one with the problem. We decided that a separation might give us some space and time to work out what we wanted to do and so I packed my bags.
Both my wife and I each make six figures a year and own several homes and an apartment building so it was very easy for me to move into one of the vacant apartments in our building. I got a contractor and a decorator to design it to my specifications and I moved in. After about six months with little communication from my wife other than when I called to “check in”, I called a divorce lawyer so I could be protected if the worst happened. I did something then that, I now know, was really significant. I took off my wedding ring and put it on the dresser.
I get my teeth cleaned about twice a year and that week I had an appointment with my dentist to get it done. Kathy, my dental hygienist, is a petite 49 year old who is divorced with a child in college. She and I talk about our lives and our work while she cleans my teeth. I told her that my wife and I were now separated, about my new apartment and some stories about my kids and grandkids and she regaled me with what she did on her vacation to Europe. Sometime during the appointment, I said that we had so much to talk about that we should get together without the smell of novacane and the sound of grinding teeth. She moved over to the counter that she had her dental tools on and picked up a book. After looking through it for a second she said:
“I have Saturday night free, what time would you like to pick me up”
This was kind of an “off the cuff” remark but when faced with the question, all I could say was “How about seven o’clock”
“Great” she said “sounds like fun”
I walked out of the dentist wondering how this happened and did I really want to start dating again.
Well Saturday night came around and I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom looking at myself. Was I dress too casually? Should I get her flowers? I haven’t been in the dating pool since the seventies, what was I supposed to do? I shrugged my shoulders and got in the car thinking that whatever happened was just fine with me. I put the directions she gave me in my GPS and set out on my date.
I got to the house at exactly seven and knocked on the side door. When the door opened I was tempted to ask for Kathy because the woman standing in front of me looked only slightly familiar. Without the pale blue scrub outfit, the hair pulled back from her face, no makeup and no eye protective headgear, Kathy was actually quite beautiful. She had some rather tight jeans on, a blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show me some cleavage and her hair was down in a rather attractive over the shoulder look. The small bit of makeup really made her eyes pop out at me.
“You look great!!!” I said with maybe a little bit too much enthusiasm.
“Thanks” she said with a smile “I’m glad you dressed casually, I thought we could go to a new local brew pub that I’ve been meaning to try”
“Sounds good” I said as we set off for the pub.
We got to the pub and the evening went pretty much as I had thought it would. We talked about everything under the sun except, the elephant in the room, my separation. It was about nine thirty when we left the pub and I asked her if she wanted to go someplace else for coffee or a drink. She said no that we could do that at her house and be much more comfortable. That sounded good to me so we went back to her place.
When we got to her house, she poured us both a glass of wine and we both sat down on her couch to drink and chat some more. All the time we were talking, I was wondering if it was too soon to try to kiss her and so finally I asked: “Would it be OK if I kissed you”
“I think you should try it and find out” she said as she took both our glasses and placed them on the coffee table. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds but when it ended I felt butterflies in my stomach. When we ended the kiss we looked at each other for a second and she moved toward me and kissed me. This was not the soft, gentle kiss that I gave her however. She put her arms around me and kissed me with the kind of passion that leads to something more. Our mouths opened and her tongue met mine and they danced back and forth while we pressed our bodies together. The kiss ended and she stood up, took the two wine glasses, handed one to me and took my hand. She led me down the hall to what I was sure was her bedroom, moved me over to the bed and placed the two wine glasses on her bed side table. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed again. As we were kissing she reached down, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down. With all of this going on, I had a full erection and when it sprang out of my pants she looked down and gasped.
“Oh my God” she said “Your enormous”
It had been thirty years since I had been with anyone but my wife and I hadn’t even thought about my size being anything but normal. I have about a nine inch penis when erect and it’s very thick. When I was younger and dating the girls seemed to enjoy my size but I hadn’t thought about it in years
.
Kathy reached down and put her hand around my cock and stroked it up and down very gently as she kissed me again and gently bit my lower lip in a very seductive way. As she was stroking me with one hand, she unbuttoned her blouse with the other and pulled the blouse out of her jeans. I spread the blouse out with my two hands and saw that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her two breasts were beautiful, they had just a little sag, and the nipples were sticking out and hard as a rock. I reached out, stroked each breast and, with my thumb and index finger gave both her nipples a little squeeze. This made Kathy moan and she started to stroke my cock a little faster. She pushed me back so I was now sitting on the bed and she knelt down between my legs. After running her tongue over her lips she bent her head and put her mouth around the head of my cock. I was in heaven watching this beautiful woman slip my cock in and out of her mouth while her hands pumped up and down on my engorged penis. She took me out of her mouth and licked the entire shaft while she messaged my balls and then she stood up and removed her pants. She pushed me back so I was now lying on the bed and she moved forward placing a knee on each side of my hips. I tried to move up to kiss her but she pushed me back down, grabbed hold of my cock with one hand and rubbed her pussy with the other. After rubbing the head of my cock across her, very wet, pussy lips a few times she bent her knees and pushed the head inside.
“Oh God” she said as she bounced up and down a few times, “Your so fucking big” She said as I reached up and grabbed the tips of her nipples again squeezing hard. She started to lower herself down on me further with every stroke until she was about three quarters of the way down my shaft and I felt the head hit the pack of her cunt.
“I’m cummmmming” she said as her pussy started to push its juices out onto my lap and her body shook all over. This was all driving me crazy and I had to release the passion that was building inside me so I rolled her over till I was now laying on top of her and I started to trust my cock in and out of her.
“You like this big cock” I said “You like me giving you my big cock” I repeated wanting her to beg me for more.
“Yes, I love it” she said “fuck me harder please” she begged “Cum inside me. I want to feel you’re hot cum in me.” She said as I thrust my hips faster and faster, hitting her cervix with each thrust. I couldn’t hold it anymore and I let go with several long, hard streams of cum deep in her pussy. She felt me cumming and had another orgasm herself. I fell on top of her and we held each other as I pumped my hips fucking her till my dick shrunk and fell out of her pussy. I rolled off of her and we both laid there for a few seconds till she moved down, put my cock into her mouth again and started sucking on it, cleaning all the cum from my cock and balls. When she was done, she looked up at me and held out her hand. She led me to the bathroom where we took a shower together and I fucked her again against the shower stall.
When I finally went home at about 2AM I had mixed feelings of guilt and elation. I felt guilty that I had
cheated on my wife for the first time in thirty years but it felt great that such a beautiful woman would find me so attractive that he would want to have sex with me. Little did I know that what I remembered about women in the seventies had absolutely nothing to do with the way women acted today.
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When In Rome – 05

Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.

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Summers Night

….I felt her breathe through my shirt as she continued to nuzzle the bottom of my sternum. She must have been able to feel my heart beating as I raise my head and shut my eyes, my hearing increased slightly. Nat gently moved around while keeping her head close to me; I heard the fabric of her dress fall to the floor and felt it go over my toes.

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When In Rome – 04

Author’s NotesCallia gets gang-banged. This chapter is not intended to be about Augustus Caesar. The man in this chapter is entirely fictional, and no disrespect to his name was intended.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No, but she’s prepping for sex. Still hot, IMO.
Scene 02: Augustus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
She hadn’t been fucked in days. Hadn’t even been allowed around any man, and the female slaves who were attending her had been under strict orders not to touch her, or let her touch herself. She felt like she was dying.
The Emperor was coming. That’s why she’d been locked away. Father wanted to bruises on her body to heal. He also wanted her her to be out of her mind; dripping wet, mindlessly starved for cock. It was working. At that moment, she’d do anything to be touched.
She would have to wear clothes today, at least when she went to greet Augustus. Father had garments made for her, especially for today. Over the course of her young life, while she was still at Father’s secret club, the Emperor had been her only client for the first year of her working life. The other club was available only to the richest and most powerful of men of Rome, those who had very much to lose if their secret, illegal predilections got out. The girls were only allowed to work one day a month, for reasons she didn’t understand. Perhaps Father just wanted to keep their holes tight. But the emperor had been there to see her often. Augustus had spent more than a small fortune on her – which was why father had made a show of draping her in illusive, expensive sea silk. He wanted to pretend like she’d been given some part of the Emperor’s coin – when in reality it had done nothing but line her father’s purse.
Golden leaves, not laurels; a circlet of oak, yew and ash leaves – a nod to her mother’s high status in the Celtic world, she guessed – circled her head. Gold, too, were the straps of her sandals, crisscrossing up were slender, tanned calves. Her face had been painted like some of the older whores, thin lines of black khol around her eyes like Egyptian royalty, her lips were pale and shimmered in the light. Her red hair had been lightly curled and teased until it was full and wild. She looked like a young, nubile nymph – a wild, woodland child of the gods.
She’d been oiled for days, and made to lay naked and spread in the sun, turning at regular intervals and it had made her fair skin take on a golden, Roman glow. Her freckles were more prominent, instead of being restricted to her nose, they were sprinkled over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts. They hadn’t used enough of the sea silk on her body, but she assumed that was the point. It was sheer to the point of see-through, and when she looked in the mirror she could see the outline of her breasts and her hard nipples standing erect through the draping top. Her cunt was just barely visible through the too-short skirt fashioned from the material, she could just make out the line of her now-hairless little slit. A golden belt was cinched tight around her narrow, young waist. This was no aristocrat’s garment. It was a garment for a rare and expensive whore.
That made her hot. She could feel her knees trembling with the need to be violated. She liked being dressed up to suit a man’s needs, being changed into whatever suited his desires. Like she wasn’t a person at all, just a doll – a toy – to suit a man’s fantasy. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, and the way the soft silk brushed her skin made her ache to be filled.
When the door creaked open, she hoped against hope that it was someone there with a cock, or a tongue, or fingers.. Someone who would use her young, aching body.
Her father stood in the doorway, flanked by Gaius.. And Cassius. They were his oldest sons, it made sense that they were the ones with him, but she’d laid awake for days, arms chained above her head fantasizing about Cassius and when she saw him it was all she could do not to beg for his cock.
She, and only she, could tell that the feeling was mutual. Her oldest brother loved what he saw when he looked at her. She stood up straighter, back arched so that her tits jutted out almost imperceptibly.
Her father smiled as his eyes examined her. “Hm. Yes, yes I think that might be perfect. Callia, turn. Bend over.”
Hope soared in her chest as she obeyed. The skirt of her garment raised as she did. It was far too short, and when her hands wrapped around her ankles, her glistening little pink cunt was fully exposed to her father and brothers. She wanted to be mounted, fucked while still in this glorious silk.
They voiced their approval, and she was commanded to kneel before them. She did, knelt in the position she was taught. Her shins on the floor, legs parted wide, back arched to present her tits. She smiled to herself. When she knelt, her cunt was still perfectly visible. Maybe clothes weren’t so bad, after all.
“Come now, Callia. Augustus is on his way.”
She smiled. Surely he would fuck her cunt. Perhaps even let some of his guards use her as well.
As they led her down the hall, she felt Cassius’s hand snake between her legs to slide a finger between the lips of her pussy. No one noticed, but when she looked back at him, his finger was in his mouth.
*AUGUSTUS
Augustus hated the old Greek pimp. What he hated more was that Lykos had something he craved, something he could not buy. He’d wanted to own Callia since the first day he saw her. A sweet, naked virgin who had been so proud when she explained to him that she’d just sucked her father’s cock for the first time. She’d been so eager to tell him that she’d made him cum on the first try. He’d held her on his lap, spat on his hands as he rubbed her little clit as she told him the story in full, explicit detail. What his cock had tasted like, what his balls had felt like in her mouth, how much she’d loved it when her father had ordered her to leave his cum on her face until it dried.
She had squirmed and writhed against his fingers, getting as aroused by her recounting of the memory as she was by his hands on her cunt. He hadn’t been permitted to penetrate her, not even with a finger. It had infuriated him. He was not a man accustomed to being told no. He had ended up bartering with the old greek, paying three times her virgin price just to lay his cock against her, hold her cunt lips around it and jack his cock against her slit. He would have given Lykos anything but his empire to have fucked her that day. He’d received a promise that he would be the one to deflower her. And he had, a little over a year later.
He wanted to own her that moment, but his position -and his wife- would not allow that.
Today he was visiting her again, as a treat. Not for him, but for his six most favored guards. They’d served him well these past years, and he knew Callia was the perfect reward. And after they had used her, he would bury himself in a cunt he’d been fantasizing about for a very long time.
And then she was standing in front of him, barely clothed, made up like the finest little whore in all of Rome. Which she truly was. Young and eager, she whole-heartedly enjoyed everything that was done to her. That’s what made Callia so special. There was never a moment when he’d believed anything he’d done to her had been against her will.
He could feel the mood of the men around him changing, becoming hungry as they stared at her. Through her dress, anyone could see her body, young and supple. Pretty little freckled tits, a tight slit, round ass. Yes, all six of his guards would enjoy her. And he would watch.
She greeted him eagerly, and he could feel the heat of her body against his as he embraced her. His men groped her, hands on her tits, up her skirt to squeeze her ass and explore her cunt as she greeted each one of them in turn.
Her father ushered them all into a room set up for the festivities. Wine and food was abundant, areas were set up so that he, her brothers, and her father could watch. Callia was shaking as she was ordered to kneel, her little cunt exposed and soaking as she watched the men exchange greetings. She’d grown older, filled out, but she hadn’t changed. A whore was still a whore.
His men examined her. Rough hands on her soft skin, the shoved their fingers in her mouth. Bent her over to fondle her ass, spread her legs and ass wide open to see her tight little holes. Her lips parted in something close to a scream as one of his men’s fingers forced open her asshole.
“She’s been deprived for days.” Lykos informed him, his eyes never leaving his daughter’s body.
He could tell. She was licking and biting at her lips furiously as his men inspected her cunt. Two of them had fingers buried in the same hole, and she was forcing her hips against their hands. Finally one of his men filled her waiting mouth, and she sucked his cock greedily. She took it down her throat without even trying to wet it. She gagged around it even as she pushed her hips back, fucking the fingers that were inside her. He could see her thighs shaking, even from across the room.
“Somebody fuck the little bitch already,” Gaius, Lykos’s second son muttered next to him, and he laughed.
“Please,” Callia added, her mouth still around the head of his soldier’s cock.
One of his men, Cladius was only too happy to oblige. When Callia bent her body out to him, he slipped his cock inside her from behind. Cladius dug his fingers into her hips as he pounded inside and Callia went wild. She was no passive whore. She never missed a stroke of Quintus’s cock as she slammed her ass back on the cock impaling her. He could hear her moans muffled by the cock down her throat while she got her sweet little pussy pounded. Some of Lykos’s other girls knelt as his feet, and he guided his cock into the waiting mouth of one of them. A pretty young dark haired girl with tiny tits. He pulled her hair as she swallowed his cock, and he watched his men lay Callia down on the stone floor. One of his men held her arms, pinning her down with one hand and slapped her face repeatedly as Cladius pounded her cunt. She was screaming, begging them to fuck her harder, telling them in graphic and explicit terms just how badly she wanted to be covered in their cum. Two of them shredded her garment off her body, exposing the shaking, sweet little tits. They assaulted them, slapping them until they were a violent red before licking and biting on her little nipples. The man holding her arms slammed his cock back inside her mouth, and she had her first of many orgasms that day with a cock in her mouth, one in her cunt, and a different mouth on each of her tits.
*CALLIA
Six cocks. Six deliciously thick cocks, all belonging to men she’d never seen before. And she was going to be fucked by them all. Her cunt was soaked, already being penetrated violently. None of them would go easy on her, because she wasn’t a woman. She was a whore. An object. She was made especially for their pleasure, three willing holes created solely to be filled with their cum.
She sucked the cock in her mouth like her life depended on it. Her cheeks and tits were stinging from their violent slaps and she savored the feeling of her lips being stretched wide, the way the head of his cock was forced down her throat over and over, barely giving her time to breathe.
The man pulled out of her cunt before he could cum, and she was jerked up, and rolled onto his stomach, her back to his chest. Two of the men grabbed her calves, stretching her legs wide open as she felt the man under her guiding his cock to the entrance of her tight little ass hole.
“Oh, yes. Yes please,” She begged him. “Put your dick in my ass, please. Please put your fucking dick in my ass.”
He obliged her, and she screamed, half pain, half ecstasy as his thick cock slid inside her tightest hole. She knew this position, knew what was coming, why her cunt was still empty and accessible. Even as the man beneath her assaulted her ass, she watched another taking his position between her legs. She shuddered, every inch of her body shaking as he shoved his cock in her dripping wet cunt. She whimpered, eyes closed, just taking it all in, the men fucking her there in front of her audience. She turned her head to find her father.
“Look. Look at me, Daddy.” She begged. “Daddy, I have two big cocks inside me, see?”
Her father nodded, shoving his cock deep inside another whore’s mouth.
He licked his lips before speaking, his voice shaky. “Yes, baby I know. I see you. Take those dicks like a good girl.”
Every set of eyes in the room were focused on her, every man getting his cock stroked or jerked by one of the slaves on the floor. Even Cassius had his cock buried deep in some blonde’s throat.
She was a good girl, so she made sure to squeeze her cunt and ass around the cocks inside her, staying so fucking tight as they fucked her. The other guards squeezed her tits and slapped her face, fisting their cocks in their hands waiting for their own turns inside her.
She could feel the man under her tensing, his strokes even fucking rougher than they had been before. He was breathing heavily, his lips against her ear.
“Do you actually like this, you filthy whore?” He asked as his fingers dug into her hips.
She moaned. “Yes. Yes, I love it. Oh Gods, I fucking love your cock in my ass.”
His nails dug in, hard enough to hurt her, and she knew. He had just pumped her little ass full of his cum.
Both men pulled out, and she was bent over. Her ass was spread, facing the couch where the other men sat, so that they could see the first load of cum she’d taken. And then the man who had fucked her pussy earlier slammed himself into her asshole.
He took her hair in his fist, and held her face down against the hard stone floor as he rammed his cock in her ass, deep enough and hard enough to hurt despite the pounding she’d already taken. He slapped her ass with his other hand as he penetrated her.
It didn’t take him long, she was begging with her face being held firmly against the floor, and after about ten more violent strokes, he rolled her over by her hair and shoved his sock in her face. She opened her mouth so eagerly, but her came before he could even get it past her lips. She could taste his cum on her tongue, and feel it hot and sticky on her lips.
She was rewarded with a vicious slap for making him cum too soon. He held her by the hair, and she presented her open, cum-filled mouth to the spectators.
And then she was filled again. Two of them tried to stick their cocks in the same hole, but the emperor wouldn’t let them. He planned on using her later.
They looked irritated, but agreed, and then one slammed his cock in her ass while the other took her pussy. They had done this before, she could tell. Fucked the same women at the same time, because their thrusts were as perfectly timed as daddy’s and Hectors had been. When the man in her pussy wrapped his hands around her throat, it was only two more rough strokes before she came around both of their cocks, being chocked reminded her of Cass, and the thought that he was watching made her fucking crazy. Her eyes locked with his as her body spasmed around two other men’s cocks. He.. He actually smiled at her. It was a frightening smile, one that promised punishment, but a smile none the less.
She threw her head back, and it cracked against the stone floor as the man under her, rolled her off of him and onto the ground. They rolled her over, and knelt over her as they pumped their cocks just inches from her face. She opened her mouth, smiling widely, dizzy and euphoric. When they came it was in unison, and it dripped over the lower part of her face, mouth, chin, cheeks, nose. She just laid against the floor, her body aching and lazy, almost broken.
But she wasn’t finished yet.
She was hefted to her knees, ass in the air as one of the last two men buried himself in her ass, and the other shoved his cock down her throat. She choked on it, but sucked hungrily, hoping he would end up spaying his seed down her throat. She hadn’t got to taste enough.
The man in her ass took his time. His thrusts were not rough and hungry like the other men, but they were violent just the same. He held her hair in his hands, and shoved so deep with every carefully slow thrust. His hand reached down around her hips, and he pinched her sensitive little clit between his fingers as he fucked her ass and watched her sloppily suck the cock in front of her.
She rotated her hips in small circles, both for the sensation it would give his cock, and the sensation it would give her overworked little clit. She grinned around her cock, felling that next orgasm starting to build, heat pooling. It gave her her second wind, and she looked up at the man in her mouth as she balanced on one hand and used the other to cup his balls. He petted her head in encouragement, voicing his approval in a soft groan. She held his balls in her hand as she felt her legs tighten, her knees shaking as her body prepared. She let go, trying to scream, but only succeeded in gagging and choking around his thick cock. His dick spasmed in her mouth and she felt it, that hot, salty seed hitting the back of her throat.
The man behind her shoved one last, painfully rough thrust deep inside her ass, and held her there as she felt his cock jerking inside her. Spent, he shoved her away and she collapsed, filthy, cum covered and exhausted. She curled up on the floor wearing nothing but her sandals and tiny gold belt, eyes closed, but smiling as the room erupted in applause.

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When Morals Blur

A full-length tale of a rich family that find themselves stranded on a deserted island. As the days on the island pass and survival takes its toll, they find themselves doing unimaginable things.

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“MOUNTAIN GIRLS”

“Mountain Girls”
By Blueheatt
* I guess you could say I was in the right place at the right time. I was a ’Revenue Agent’. My job was to catch mountain people making illegal whiskey in a device called a ’still’.
I better explain. ‘moon shine’ means whiskey made from a backwoods still. These two twin girls, Bella and Jennifer were raised in the backwoods. They can’t read or write…. so I’m typing their story on my lap top. Here it is…. as mainly Bella tells it so far…..
___ Where I growed up our parents ran a still thing that made whiskey. They was a gone for weeks at time. I’m Bella and my sister is Jennifer.
We cain’t read or write, so Ben is a writ’in this for me on his flip box thing, or lap top he calls it.
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__We lived way way back in the hills. No phones, no computers, just us…then one day a hunter happened to come by the woods behind our house.
We never went to school and a young man hunter rightly got us curious. At the time we was also just getting curious about these new feeling we were gett’in in our bodies. Our nipples was a grow’in first, then our tits. Jen said she found a spot on her pussy that felt good when she rubbed it. We were in the woods and she reached in my overalls and rubbed my pussy where that spot was. Now I too felt the tickle things she was a feel’in. As she continued on to rubb’on it, I said: “Lemme feel yers Jen.” and I put my hand in her overalls. We didn’t wear no panties or them bra things. I felt around her pussy until I found this bump of skin like mine. I rubbed it and she said: “That’s it Bell, keep on a rubb’on it just like that.
That was our first time gett’in a right nice thrill with each other. Rubbing our own pussy’s felt good, but hav’in someone else a rubb’in it was even better. We unhooked our overalls and laid naked on the leaves.
My new titties was now a popp’in out. I was gett’in a shape in my waist and butt and Jen was too. We were feel’in mighty sexy look’in now. We had long blond hair and we started like’in to look at us in the mirror.
That day we rubbed each others pussys and started talking about boys. I said: “Is this sex we’re a having Jen?”
“I don’t know,….. I guess so, boys must do this to girls.” Jen said.
“It sure feels good, it’s a making my titties itch some too Jen.” I felt my own titties and told her that feeling my own titties felt good and did hers do that too. She felt her own titties and began to smile. “Lemme feel yers Bel.” Now we were a finger’in each others pussy bumps and titties.
That night we got in bed naked and decided to do some more of that feeling on each other. We heard a truck coming up the road. Ma and pa were a com’in. We pretended to be asleep. They were fuss’in as they brought in supplies. It seems that pa caught Ned and ma a kiss’in.
Ma and pa weren’t never married but pa felt he owned ma since they had us girls. Ma said pa wasn’t her boss and she’d do as she dang well pleased.
It went quiet for a while and then we heard ma a giggling. Pa was a tickl’in her. Jen and I went to the door quietly and peeked out the crack. Pa had ma from behind and had his hand up her dress. She was a giggl’in and pa kept rais’in her dress up higher. Next thing you know they were on the floor and he was tak’in his pants down.
We saw his cock and two balls. He started put ‘in his cock in her pussy crack and started a humping her like a hound dog try’ in to fuck a chicken.
We had never seen this and It was mak’in us real horny like. Ma was a moan’in and put her legs around him. Our pussy’s tingled as we both watched and we started a rubb’in our bumps. They was a bang’in their bodies together when ma moaned real loud. We seen white stuff runn’in out ma’s pussy. Our pussy’s started throbb’in real good like. They finished and we got back in bed. They never even looked in on us and left.
We had just seen our first man and woman sex. Jen said: “That sure was excit’in I want to try that someday.” I agreed. We went back to feeling each other….then Jen got on top of me and started humping me like a man. We pretended to be fucking and it was a real high feel’in, rubb‘in our pussy bumps together.
The next day we was in the woods when we heard someone a walking on the leaves. We hid. It was a hunter from somewhere. He was a handsome guy carrying a shotgun. Jen got bold. She said: “What cha do’in here mister?” He stopped and we came out of hid’in. He said he was just a hunt’in. Jen and I walked around him and looked him over real good. He was a good looking guy and he smiled at us. As Jen walked around him she spotted his badge. Revenue Agent was her first thought.
We sat down and he did too. He leaned his shotgun against a tree. We talked a little about hunt’in when Jen jumped up and grabbed the shotgun.
She smiled and pointed it right at him. She said: “Yer a revenuer agent, ain’t ya” He said yes. Jen smiled and looked at me.
“Take yer pants off mister. “ He got this shocked look on his face. He tried to talk to Jen but she just cocked them hammers back on the shotgun. He stood up and I took a small pistol from off his waist. He smiled and started dropping his pants. Jen had me hold the shotgun on him as she walked up and looked and his limp cock. She reached out and held it. It started to grow.
We had never seen a man’s cock close up and getting a hardon. We both were getting pussy tingles watching him get a hardon. Jen started unhooking her overalls and took them off. She laid in the leaves and said: “Get on top a me mister.” His smile got bigger and he said: “Ok”.
Now his hardon was big and he lowered himself down on her. I held the shotgun on him and said: “Don’t try noth’in mister.” I didn’t understand he wasn’t about to jump up and try and run away. Jen fingered her pussy and then said: “Hump me mister.”
He eased his cock up and down her pussy crack. She smiled and opened her legs. He eased his cock in her a little at a time. She groaned a little then started kiss’in him. I got real strong tickle things in my pussy just watch’in. I sure wanted to be next. He started hump’in her real good. He was a feel’in her titties too. Jen was a moan’in and he made a groan’in sound and white stuff came out of Jen’s pussy. Jen was a squirm’in and held him with lot’s of kiss’in. When they got up, Jen told me to get naked and get down where she was. She leaned the shotgun against the tree. “Ain’t he handsome Bell, he’ll make ya feel good too.” she said.
He didn’t hump me right away. He first started kiss’in my neck and then my face and lips. He was a good kisser and his tongue was a dance’in in my mouth. I’d never been kissed by a boy so I was in horney heaven. He started kiss’in my titties and then my tummy. Jen watched with a big grin. He then started lick’ in all around my pussy. I got hot and cold chills at the same time. My pussy never had them tickles this strong before.
Jen started rubb’in on him and play’in with his hair and stuff. He was a handsome fella and I was like’in him a lot. His tongue on my pussy was make me so horny, I started lose’in my breath and a heat’in up. He then moved up on me and started put ‘in his cock in me….oooo yes….that was a feel’in good.
I never told Jen or anybody, but I was a look’in at a cucumber one day. It looked like it would fit right in my pussy. I started with a small one and then got to bigger ones. Well, his cock felt a way better feel’in than them cucumbers…..
When he got it in, we started hump’in real good. It was a feel’in wonderful. I hooked my legs around his and I loved feel’in his back and his butt. We both was a feel’in good and a kiss’in. Things in my head and pussy was a buzz’in. My pussy started feel’in something real good inside. He held me real tight and pushed his cock in deep in me. My pussy clamped down on his cock and I felt warm white stuff a go’in in.
We kept a hump’in until he just laid on top of me and kept say’in…”Oh my, oh my”……
I clamped on him and wouldn’t let him git up. Jen said: “Let’em up Bell”. I didn’t want to, he just felt to good.
Jen grabbed the shotgun. She said: “What yer name mister?” He said: “…a…well…let’s just say my name is…a ….Ben Dover.” Jen said: “Ben, if you tell anybody about this, you’ll git a load of buckshot in yer ass, ya understand?” Ben just smiled and said: “Ok“.
“Ben…. yer a com’in back ain’t ya?” Jen said.
Ben stood up and put his pants back on. Then he smiled at both of us and said: “By the way, that shotgun ain’t loaded.” Jen and I smiled and she gave it back to him. I got his pistol, and I pointed it at him and said: “Yer gonna come back and….” He smiled said: “That‘s not loaded ether. I’m gonna come by here every week, but I’m not looking any further than this tree.” He took out his pocket knife and carved a think he called a ’B’ in it. We hugged him and he felt our titties. Then he just walked away into the bushes….
Jen and I danced around in the leaves all naked and acted crazy. We had us a boyfriend now….
*Update….
I have no idea where this on going story will end.
Of course I went back next week. That ornery Jen got a hold of some shotgun shells and took my shotgun and really loaded it. She said: “Take ALL your clothes off Ben and lay down on yer back in these here leaves. We wanna play with you.”
*I’ll keep you updated……

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