Teen

Breaking barriers 2

Authors note- I had gotten told to do more of these stories, so here it goes! Plz comment and rate! Critiques welcome! This story has more of a back story in the beginning, the sexual parts are the first and fourth sections, so you can skip to those if you decide you don’t want to read the back story. Enjoy 🙂
~recap~
He grabbed my hips and slid deeper into me fast. “Ohhh dalty I love you!…. I’m about to cum!” he shot stream after stream deep into my ass. I started shooting my cum and it splashed onto his face, as I almost reached the peak of my climax he shoved his whole 9 inches into my ass and i shot the last of my squirt into his mouth. As I did this he and I heard a loud moan. “Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!”
We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. ” hehe…. Hi Dalty…. Chris…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 2~~Sister shock~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Brit… What the fuck are you doing!?” I shouted. My sister was on her knees with two fingers shoved into her cleanly shaven pussy. Her 32 C size tits were full and her nipples seemed to stick out a full inch. Her long blond hair accented her thin beautiful face. Her silver eyes glittered as she looked up at me so innocently. It remind me of the days when I was younger and I used to spy on her getting fucked by her boyfriends. She always looked so hot with that innocent about to cum face.
“I… I just came home… And I heard…. A noise… I… I’m sorry I should have left but…. It was so hot, I couldn’t help it… I’ll… I’ll go.” she tried to get up but the pants around her ankles kept her from that attempt, and she fell back onto the floor showing us her entire pussy. Her lips were swollen and her clit poked out of it’s hood. Her pussy was dripping and it flowed down her legs. I couldn’t help get my hard on back, and with that I remembered I was fully naked.
Suddenly something happened that shocked both Britney and I. Chris knelt down, ripped the pants the rest of the way off and started licking her bare pussy. She moaned loudly and grabbed her tits. Without thinking my hand glided to my cock and I started jerking hard watching my boyfriend eat my sister out. Her hips raised with his licks, timed perfect, so he hit her throbbing clit.
Her body started to spasm and I saw Chris shove his tongue deep into her honey hole. “unnnn I’m cumming!” She thrusted franticly and then collapsed onto the floor and started panting. Chris looked up at me and I shot my cum over the both of them. My sister got up, was beat red, and just walked into her room with out a word.
“Chris, what was that?” I asked recovering from my orgasm. He just smiled and rolled his eyes walking back into my room
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That next morning was one of the most awkward of my life, of course I didn’t have school because it was a Saturday. We just sat there playing with our scrambled eggs not looking at each other. The silence was to much to handle, finally I had to open my mouth. “Britney… Brit listen” she looked up at me like she was frightened. “I’m not mad. I have to say, Chris eating you out was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Suddenly she coughed like her eggs went down wrong. I just watched her swallow her milk and my mind flashed to a fantasy of her swallowing my cum. I shut my eyes quickly and shook my head. I tried to ignore my quickly hardening cock. I was not falling into that trap.
“Dalty I….” I rose my hand silencing her. I knew there was one thing that would make her feel better, so I looked her dead in the eyes and was about to tell her something I swore to myself I never would. “I used to watch you fucking your boyfriends. I also watched you masturbate some times. Please don’t feel bad.” The look on her face was priceless. She got up and sat next to me with out a word. I just looked at her and her face said it all. I was leaning in and I kissed her softly. I had never kissed a girl before, and her lips tasted like skittles. My tongue licked her lips and she parted them slightly. Our tongues danced together. I would be lying to myself if i said I hadn’t had fantasizes about this for a long time.
She pulled away looking into my eyes she shook her head and whispered “Dalty this is wrong. This is so wrong. It’s illegal and we just can’t. I mean I wan–” her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. She took her opportunity and jumped up to grab the phone. “This is Britney…. Yea….. Oh god… No…. No…. Yes, we will be there soon” she hung up and grabbed her keys and shouted “Dalton we have to go now. Dad…. He’s…. We need to go.”
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We sat in the hospital shifting uncomfortably. A nurse had come out to explain the problem. For about three years now, I hadn’t seen my dad. I told him I was in love with a guy named Chris. He kicked me out and I moved in with Britney. It had been to long sense I talked to him, but from Britney’s reports he had been diagnosed with aids about a year after he kicked me out. He had tried to make contact with me again sense then, but I would never have it. He wouldn’t accept me, so I was done.
“He’s not doing well,” said the nurse to Britney “he maybe has two or three hours left, his body is just rejecting everything we are trying to give him. He wanted to see you two so bad. His room is number 308. He requested that we do not disturb him, but if anything happens, there is an emergency button right on the edge of the bed, it will page me directly. Don’t hesitate to press it if you see he’s in pain.” Britney just nodded and started walking to the room. Despite my feelings I fallowed her.
“Dad…?” Britney said walking into the room, I stood at the edge of the door. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. I have never seen my sister cry, but now I had a feeling I was going to now. They spoke in a hush tone and I could only make out a few words. Then Britney looked at me and stretched out a hand. With hesitation I walked to her and let her put her arm around me. My dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. He reached up and handed me an envelope. I took it and he grabbed my hand. With tears in his eyes he said “I’m sorry”
“It’s ok dad, I love you.” I said back. For the first time I felt welcomed by my dad. I watched as he grabbed my sisters hand again and said “I’m proud of you, your my little girl.” His eyes closed and the steady beeping of the heart monitor started to slow, then drifted into one constant beep. It seemed in slow motion nurses and doctors flooded into the room. They pushed my sister out of the way she fell back onto the other empty bed and just stared at those nurses. Finally a doctor escorted us out of the room. The ride home was the longest, quietest ride of my life.
Brit went to bed without dinner. I sat in front of the tv staring at the envelope. I grabbed it and ripped it open. In it was a bunch of pictures and a note. I selected the note and started reading it.
Dear Dalton,
Over these years I have thought seriously about what I did. I have wronged you and I wasn’t a good father. Half of the reason I kicked you out was because I have always had sexual tendencies to men, and I never thought I was ok. I had lied to myself for years, and if you look at the enclosed pictures you will understand what I mean. I love you son, and there is nothing wrong with you.
Love,
Glenda
Glenda? My dads name is Glen… My heart raced. I think I knew what this meant. I dropped the note and grabbed the pictures. The first one was simple, my dad looking into a mirror, the caption said “before” in bold sharpie. I flipped to the next picture. It was a beautiful woman with blond curly hair much like Britney’s. I dropped the pictures and walked upstairs. I could not handle this right now.
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I walked near my room and I had stopped with my hand on my door handle. I heard a strange noise coming from my sisters room. I walked to her door and creaked it open. She was sobbing in the fetal position. I walked up to her bed and laid down behind her and started spooning with her. She rolled over and cuddled into my arms kissing me. I was her knight in shining armor. I kissed her back moaning into her mouth. She pulled back and whispered “I want you Dalty, I love you.” I pulled her up onto my lap. She kissed me and humped me slightly. My hard on was already throbbing. Her lacy panties rubbed my cock through my pajama pants. She pulled them down and started kissing down my bare chest and straight to my dick. Sucking the head into her mouth she moaned and licked the small triangle spot below the head. I jerked into her mouth a little.
Without warning she sucked me harder. She shoved my cock deep into her throat and licked my balls. I moaned loudly and started humping harder. I was already on the brink, and i bet she was a lot better at sucking cock then Chris. She obviously noticed that I was about to burst.
She pulled me out and kissed me again, swirling my tongue around hers. I gasped and bucked my hips into the now dripping wet panties. She slid back down and jerked me off, I burst into her mouth moaning hard. She came up again and kissed me lovingly. When I came down from my orgasm high she cuddled into my arms and started falling asleep. I reached for her pussy and she shook her head and grabbed my hand and placed it back onto her back. “Not yet little brother.” and together we drifted off to sleep.

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Help! – Part 9

A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!

Softball Girls Part 3

After nailing two of his sister’s friends, Mark comes home to find his sister and her friends throwing a party but the real party is in his bedroom.

The James Family Pt. 2: A Reluctant Cristina

I woke up Saturday morning a little after dawn, shaken awake by a strange hand, lying naked in a strange bed and a strange room. Oddly enough, I only noticed the white girl sleeping naked in my arms second.
I noticed the person who had shaken me awake last. I turned over and there stood Simone, a black woman in her early thirties who made up half of the 24-hour staff at the James family home, the other half being Marie. If Simone thought any part of this was funny, she didn’t show it. “Mr. Wright isn’t it?” she asked. “I looked in the school directory and called your father last night. He knows you’ll be arriving this morning, and if you get dressed quickly you can leave as soon as the driver gets here. Kelly’s still passed out; I suggest you leave before she wakes up. I’ll let Cristina know you went.” Obviously she was used to this routine.
Embarrassed, I mumbled some thanks and slipped past her with my head down. I could’ve sworn I heard her giggle a bit.
True to Simone’s advice, I gathered my books and clothes from where I’d left them last night and sat on the James’ front step, gathering my memory. It all came back to me quickly enough once I had my bearings: how Cristina had gotten drunk, how we’d started downstairs before proceeding to her bedroom, how I lost my virginity as we fucked like animals. The whole experience seemed surreal in the daylight, and I had to keep assuring myself all of it really had happened.
The driver arrived quickly enough and drove me back home. If he knew as much as Simone did, he didn’t show it, staying silent the whole way. When I got home, my parents suspected nothing was wrong, and I gave them no reason to. The previous night may as well not have happened.
Cristina must have been thinking the same thing, because I didn’t get a call from her all weekend. I called her cell twice, once each on Saturday and Sunday afternoon, and got nothing but voicemail. I messaged her on Facebook and got nothing but Internet silence. Not wanting to seem clingy or needy, I left the matter alone till Monday morning.
Monday everyone was back in school and midterms had begun. The whole week would be nothing but tests with a max of two tests per day for any given student; you showed up, took whatever exams you had to, and went home when you were done.
Cristina and I, being in the same class, took our chemistry final in the same session Monday morning. Not once before the test did Cristina make eye contact with me. During the test I ignored her as well and set about my business. The exam was fairly easy, and I was the first one out. I had another test in an hour, so I pushed all thoughts of Cristina out of my mind and was on to the next one. I didn’t even see her again that day, something I think she arranged herself.
The next morning went the same. I didn’t see Cristina until after my morning exam. I had no way home again, it being the middle of the day and neither of my parents off from work, and I saw no reason to rush to the student lounge so I could be bored for the next three hours. I was idling by my locker when Cristina happened to walk by with a group of her friends. I waved and smiled, secretly determined to force the issue.
“Cristina!” I called out her name, jogging towards the group. I stopped in front of her, ignoring the rest of the girls, and put on my brightest grin. “We haven’t talked since last Friday, how do you think you did on that chem test? I’d hate to think all that time we spent ‘studying’ went to waste.” I put a special emphasis on “studying” to make sure Cristina got my point.
Anger flashed in her eyes and faded away just as quickly. She smiled sweetly to her friends. “Go on ahead guys, I’ll text you later. My tutor’s probably going to want the full run-down of the test.” Cristina’s friends left, and as soon as they turned the hallway corner, Cristina’s modest smile was replaced by a look of pure venom. “What the fuck are you trying to pull!” she berated me in the most controlled voice she could manage.
I accepted her anger with a flat look. “Let’s take this elsewhere, shall we?” I turned away and walked off without waiting for Cristina. After a moment though, I heard her frustrated sigh and the steady rhythm of her footsteps as she followed me.
I let her to the theater storage room under the old stage. A lot of the stuff that had been there had been moved to a new theater that had been built in a new wing of the school. The stage above was still used to make school-wide announcements and for small shows, but nobody bothered to lock the storage room below anymore, and there was never anybody in there. All that remained were racks of old costumes and props that hadn’t been used in years.
We went in through the door and I locked it behind us. “Now, to answer your question…”
I never had the chance to finish. As soon as I turned away from the door and back towards Cristina, I caught a stinging slap across the mouth. Surprisingly, it caught me off guard enough to make me stumble to my right. Even more surprisingly, I tasted blood in my mouth.
Cristina stood in front of me, all righteous fury and no restraint. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she demanded, shoulders heaving with her breath. “Why the hell were you trying to bring…what happened up in front of other people?!”
I wiped my mouth and stood up straight. “First off,” I began slowly, “hit me like that again, and we are going to have some serious problems.” I let the threat hang in the air. “Second off, I really am curious how you did. With so much at stake, Mrs. Calloway must have let you on to your grade early. Third off, you’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague, and I’d like some answers. You know, if that’s not too much trouble Ms. James,” I added sarcastically.
Cristina looked down at the floor, her wrath fading away. It was a long time before she answered. “My dad told Mrs. Calloway to grade my test right away if she could. She’d just told me my grade a few minutes before I passed you in the hall. I got an 88.”
I nodded. Honestly, I’d been expecting her to barely get up above 80. “Okay then, that’s out of the way. Glad to know I could be of service. You still haven’t answered by most important question though.”
Cristina paced towards the back of the storage room and sat down on a couch that looked like it had been long abandoned. “Friday night was a mistake,” she began hesitantly. “I was scared of this test, I got drunk, things just sort of…happened. Let’s just forget about it.”
Now it was my turn to get mad. “So what, I’m just supposed to accept this reverse hit-it-and-quit-it?” I asked, walking towards her with my hands out in exasperation. “Fuck that! I realize being an uppity bitch is your nature, but you are not about to just brush me off! Fuck! That! SHIT!” I yelled in her face, my voice steadily rising.
She bared her teeth at me and stood back up. “Look, you were my tutor, and now we’re done, alright? You’re lucky I don’t accuse you of rape! You totally took advantage of me!”
I laughed in her face. “See, what you don’t realize, princess, is that it’s impossible to take advantage of a complete slut like you.”
She slapped me again, but this time I saw that swing coming and took it anyway. I relished the feeling of my anger boiling up and washing over me. I turned my head back to her and looked Cristina dead in the eye. “I told you we were going to have problems if you hit me again didn’t I?” I said in a soft, menacing voice that surprised even me.
With no warning, I lashed out my hand and grabbed Cristina around the throat. She was unprepared, and I was able to force her toward the back of the room onto an old prop coach. I laid down on top of her, keeping her down with my body weight.
“I know how you usually treat other people,” I said, grinning maniacally. “You’re a stuck-up bitch who thinks she’s God’s gift to the fucking world. I put up with you for a week and a half, trying to help, and just when I start to think that maybe, just maybe, you’re a halfway decent person, you pull this shit. I’m going to tell you right now,” I continued, roughly grabbing her breast with my free hand, “this shit will NOT fly with me.”
I let go of Cristina’s throat and used the opportunity provided by her coughing fit to tear open her button-down blouse. All the buttons popped off her shirt as her chest was revealed, her breasts encased in a baby-blue bra. I threw her shirt to the side, pinned both her hands down above her head and licked her exposed skin. She began to yell out for help, but I cut off her words by biting into her chest.
“Shut up bitch,” I growled. “This is a lesson you had coming.” I grabbed a nearby piece of cloth off the floor adjacent to the couch and used it to tie her hands to the coach’s arm. Having done that, I got nose to nose to her again and looked her in the eye. “If you start yelling, this is going to get a whole lot worse for you,” I threatened. Cristina’s lips pressed together so tightly they turned white, and the fear in her eyes egged me on.
I unclipped Cristina’s bra, and for the second time, her pale breasts were bare before me. This time though, I had no intention of being gentle. I went right for her nipples, pinching one between my forefinger and thumb and biting the other one lightly. Cristina squirmed, but with me on top of her and her hands tied up, there was nothing she could do to get away.
I relented in my assault and began to lightly lick her nipples, sucking on them hard and moving my tongue in circles. I didn’t just want to hurt Cristina physically; I wanted to completely dominate her. I was rewarded when a soft moan escaped from between her lips. I stopped and looked at her again. “See? Like I said: it’s impossible to take advantage of a slut like you.” Cristina turned her eyes away in shame.
I got up off of Cristina, but only long enough to remove my clothes. I stood there naked, stroking my dick in anticipation while Cristina tried very hard and very unsuccessfully to look elsewhere.
I got back on the couch, placing my knees on either side of Cristina’s chest. “You ever gave a tit job before?” I asked. All I got was silence, so I smacked her across the face, just hard enough to get her attention. “Answer me slut.”
“…Y-yes.”
I nodded. “Good.” I spit on my dick and her breasts, lubing up the area as much as possible. To help things out, I rubbed the tip of my dick between her breasts, spreading pre-cum in her cleavage. Cristina whimpered as I slid my cock in between her breasts and shoved her tits together around it. My cock poked out the top of breasts and pressed up against her lips for a moment, but she tilted her head to the side to avoid it.
My grin widened at her obvious discomfort. I began slowly, sliding in and out, enjoying the softness of her breasts. With each thrust her breasts would jiggle deliciously under my hands; the overall feeling couldn’t match the blowjob Cristina had given me Friday night, but it sure beat the hell out of masturbating.
To get Cristina’s attention, I started pinching her nipples as I fucked her chest. I started off lightly, pinching one or the other for a second or two, and quickly worked my way up to holding on to her nipples as my dick slid back and forth beneath them.
Cristina’s face showed the slight pain I was causing her, but I could tell the pleasure was already stealthily overcoming it. Little by little, Cristina’s head had turned back to center, and now she was staring at my dick sliding in and out between her tits like she was hypnotized. She had her mouth open, little squeaks escaping from time to time.
I quit pinching Cristina’s buds and went back to groping her breast. The feel of her breasts finally sent me over the edge, and without giving her a warning, I sprayed my seed all over Cristina’s face. Her mouth was still open when my orgasm came, and most landed right on her tongue, with the rest spreading out on her chin, lips, and cheeks. I could hardly contain my pleasure when Cristina swallowed reflexively. Her tongue had already snaked out to lick cum off her lips when she realized what she was doing. Her tongue shot back in and her mouth clamped shut. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment under the white of my sperm.
I laughed. “Enjoying yourself Cristina? Maybe it’s time you just admitted that you want this. That you want ME.” I moved off of her chest and down to the other end of the couch. “You didn’t have such a problem saying all that Friday night, if I recall.”
Cristina continued to say nothing, so I carried on with a mental shrug. I took off her shoes and socks, letting her soak in her shame. I relished unbuttoning her pants, slid off her tight khakis, and threw them to the floor too.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Would you look at that?” I wondered out loud as I pressed a single finger to Cristina’s panties. They light blue above her pussy had already turned dark with her juices. Just like Friday night, she was flowing like a river. I shallowly fingered her through her panties. “Looks like your body wants it Cristina. So what’s stopping you? Afraid of bringing a black guy home to daddy? Afraid of what your ‘friends’ will say if they find out you’re fucking a nerd?”
This time, I got an answer. “Please stop,” Cristina sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry, so please stop.”
Her words struck at my core. This whole situation had spiraled out of control; I had gotten to like Cristina, and I didn’t come to school that day planning on raping her. But my pride had been cut too deep and wouldn’t allow me to turn back now. So instead of stopping, I snorted. “Like you’re going to get off that easily. I taught you chemistry, now I’m going to teach you this lesson too.”
I peeled off her wet panties and gagged her with them. Now we were both naked. I flipped her over and forced her up onto her elbows and knees. I walked around behind her, drinking in the site of her exposed pussy. Experimentally, I rubbed on her clit with two fingers. She moaned slightly through her gag before she managed to restrain herself. I pressed on. Slowly, I slipped on finger into her cunt and held it there. The fit was as tight as I remembered it, but I felt like there was room for a little more. I slipped a second finger in and felt her tighten as her juices continued to flow.
I began to pump my fingers gently, in and out, in and out, trying to force her to acknowledge the pleasure. I licked the smooth skin of her ass and bit her cheeks lightly in places.
Cristina’s moaning increased in frequency with every passing moment, but I still felt I could push her further. I eyed her asshole and thought, why not. I took a quick whiff, and she didn’t smell like shit at all. Spreading her butt cheeks with my free hand, I licked all the way from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole before forcing my tongue deep into her ass. Cristina cried out through the gag and shuddered as a miniature orgasm passed out of her body.
Cristina’s ass tasted vaguely like her pussy, undoubtedly due to all the juices that had leaked out of her and down to her butt since my assault began. At the time, I could only describe it as a new taste, but I wasn’t really getting off on the flavor. What really got me going were the moans Cristina couldn’t hold in, the way her butthole spasmed and tightened every time I pressed into her, and the sheer knowledge that I was in Cristina James’ ass. It was like being high.
I was almost too absorbed in what I was doing to notice, but Cristina was steadily losing her self control. Rather than attempting to squirm out of my hands or bite back her voice, she was now panting openly and rotating her hips to the rhythm of my steadily accelerating fingers. Encouraged, I took my tongue out her ass and roughly replaced it with my left index finger.
Cristina’s back arched at the sudden pressure. “Oooooh God,” she moaned. I wasn’t even sure she was aware what was happening anymore. “Finger my ass, this is so dirty!” Still bound at the wrists, she grabbed onto the coach’s arm and pushed herself up so she could look over her shoulder at what I was doing. Not wanting to disappoint, I put a second finger in her ass and a third in her cunt. That was about all she could take. The moment I added fingers, Cristina squirted onto my hand and her butthole turned into a vice grip around my fingers. She grunted, too caught up in the throes of her orgasm to make a coherent sound, and I could see all the tension go out of her muscles as she sagged back towards the couch cushions.
Tenderly, I leaned over her back, pressing my body against hers. I smelled her hair; I could feel her ragged breathing, her quickened heart. It was only when I rested my chin on her heaving shoulder and kissed her jawbone that she noticed me.
When she looked back at me, there was a feral look in her eyes. She didn’t look scared, or angry, or happy, she looked…wild. Before she could say anything, I pushed my dick between her legs, rubbing her clit gently with the top of my revitalized erection. I lifted one of my hands up off the couch so I could rub her breast. She closed her eyes halfway and moaned gently.
“I’m sorry about all this,” I said. It was the simple truth.
Cristina opened her eyes again and looked dead in mine. “We can talk this all out later. Finish what you started.”
I moved my hand off her breast and untied her wrists from the couch. I kissed her neck while she reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock, adjusting its position and rubbing it against the entrance to her pussy, coating my head in her wetness.
I leaned back up and put my hands on her hips, pulling myself into her. Just like last time, the first push in was the best. It was pure ecstasy feeling the walls of her vagina conform and cling to me again.
I pulled out almost all the way, and pressed slow and hard as deep as I could go. Cristina’s back arched, giving me the angle I needed to press even deeper. I kept a slow, steady rhythm, teasing her by nearly pulling out my entire length, and then pressing all eight inches of me back into her. Cristina bit her lip and reached back with one hand, tracing slow circles on her clit. Far from the pace we’d set Friday, we were fucking aggressive and slow.
I started picking up the pace, moving halfway between the teasing strokes I’d started with and the jackhammering I knew I was capable of. Cristina’s breaths fell into rhythm with my strokes. Still feeling a bit sadistic, I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as roughly as I could, revealing her asshole for the second time. I spit on it before digging my thumb in. I worked my thumb in circles, pushing in and out, exploring every corner of her asshole.
Cristina’s lust was quickly outpacing my own. She was moving her hips back into me almost faster than I could keep up with, and her labored breathing told me she was near orgasm. I held back as much as I could, continually frustrating her. Before she could cum, I pulled out of her completely, taking my thumb out of her butt at the same time.
Cristina twisted around furiously to face me, brown hair flying over her shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?! I was this close!”
I slapped her ass, just hard enough for her to jump a little and let out a small shriek. “I’m trying something different.” With that I took my dick in hand and started sliding it in her butt crack, slather it with her own juices.
Now the look of fear had returned to Cristina’s eyes, and it goaded me even more. “No you can’t! I’ve never had more than a finger in my ass, you can’t do this!”
I spanked her again to shut her up. “Don’t get me wrong Cristina. I don’t really want to hurt you, but didn’t I tell you earlier I’m not putting up with your shit?” I tilted myself and pressed the head of my cock against her butthole. She grunted an instinctively moved away, but I kept a firm grip on her hips and pushed forward, getting the tip just insider her. With no further protests coming from Cristina, I just kept pushing. Cristina kept up one long moan, getting louder and louder as I pushed further inside.
Then with a pop, the head of my cock went into her butt. Cristina screamed her loudest, and I quickly muffled her with my free hand. I didn’t know if anybody could hear us from outside, but I had no intention of getting caught like under the school stage.
I held there for a few seconds, letting Cristina get adjusted. Putting both my hands back on her hips, I pushed further in with a grunt. Tears slipped down Cristina’s cheeks, but the painful notes in her voice were already being replaced by ones of pleasure. I was enjoying everything; her pain, her pleasure, the unbelievable tightness of her asshole. It took every ounce of willpower not to just jizz right there.
“What was all that about ‘no stop,’ huh whore?” I asked, getting lost in the sensation and fucking her as fast as her tight ass would allow. “Fucking rich slut. You think you’re so good you can’t have your asshole fucked?” I got nothing from Cristina but more moans, so I spanked her, hard this time. She hissed and her butt tightened around me. “Answer me slut!”
Cristina was just as caught up as I was, and was taking the submissive role as eagerly as I was taking my dominant role. “No I don’t,” she gasped. “Oh God, I’ve never had it in the ass before. Make me your bitch, fuck me raw!”
“You already are my bitch.” With that I slammed in as hard and deep as I could.
Every muscle in Cristina’s body twitched simultaneously as she came. A veritable flood sprayed out from her cunt, wetting the couch and both our legs. I pulled out again dove back in even faster than before, Cristina’s ass loosening with every stroke. She came again, twitching all the while like an epileptic. With one final slam, I went over the edge, emptying my ball sac deep in her ass. My cum buried itself inside her while she screamed, caught in one continuous orgasm.
Eventually, we both came down from out sexual highs. I pulled my still erect dick out of Cristina’s ass and watched my cum dribble out as the muscles in her hole worked involuntarily tightened and loosened. Cristina clung to the couch for support, recovering. I kneeled behind her, rubbing her reddened ass.
After she’d caught her breath, Cristina slowly turned over to face me, breasts moving gently up and down with her breath. She eyed my dick with an expression that was half amusement and half disbelief. “You’re still hard,” she stated flat out.
I absentmindedly took my dick in hand and started stroking it, my own cum acting as lube. “Yep.”
Cristina looked up at me; the wild look had come back to her eyes. “How long until you have to leave?”
“Not for a while.”
She reached out and scooped some cum off the head of my dick, looking it over shortly before putting it in her mouth and tasting it. Cristina then took hold of my cock and replaced my hand, stoking it for me.
“Then fuck me however you want until you’re done.”

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The James Family Pt. 1: A Desperate Cristina

Author’s Note: This story is fictional, although some parts are drawn from the truth; feel free to guess which ones, those parts are pretty far behind me. It starts slow, what with the foundation-building and all, but I promise it picks up. Comments are welcome since this is my first submitted story, and more parts may come in the future.
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Ah, high school. A time when some rise, some struggle, and some simply crash and burn. No matter who you are, where you’re from, or where you went, we all have a story to tell.
My name is Aaron Wright, and I was a sophomore at the time of this story, fifteen going on sixteen, 5’8”, athletic but not anywhere near sculpted. If you’re looking for this story to feature a towering blonde of a high school superstar quarterback…you might want to go elsewhere.
I was on the football and basketball teams, but mostly I was a role player, a supporting character. My hair isn’t and wasn’t blonde, it was black. In fact all of me was; that is to say, African-American. I’d worn glasses since the age of eight because genetics had cursed me with poor eyesight, but I liked to think they gave me a distinguished look though. Overall, I’d say I was a solid seven out of 10 for appearances. Maybe a 7-and-a-half on a good day.
I mention that fact that I’m black not to set up the revealing of a 12-inch-dick halfway through the story, but because of where I went to high school. My school was a bit short on the minority population; there were only five black students out of my graduating class of 72. You see, I went to a private prep school, and not just any prep school. This school was one of the best and most exclusive in the state, and to get in you either had to fork over college-level tuition or be almost scary-intelligent. My family was middle class all the way, but luckily, genes had made up for dulling my eyes by sharpening my mind, and even in this exclusive private school I was one of the smartest students in attendance.
The school ran kindergarten through twelfth grade, so a good number of the students had been there for a while. I’d just shown up freshman year, I wasn’t anywhere near rich, I was black, and I was smarter than most of the other students. I made close friends, but I was far from “in-crowd.”
Now, back to the plot. It was early March of my sophomore year, and midterms and spring break were both fast-approaching. I was sitting in my chemistry class, listening to my old maid of a teacher drone on and on about the properties of acids and bases in review for the midterm. I allowed myself to tune out a bit; I was already ready for whatever midterms my teachers could throw at me. While my teacher wowed us with an explanation of acid-neutralizing reactions, my mind turned to my still unmade plans for spring break.
Other students weren’t so lucky. One of these was Cristina James. Even among all the wealth floating around my high school, she managed to stand out. Her father was a big-time corporate lawyer who in addition to starting a very successful law firm with his college roommate had made some very wise property investments over the last decade or so. Long story short, the James family was loaded.
Cristina made sure to make the most of her family’s wealth. She dressed in the latest styles from the biggest names, flaunted expensive jewelry at every turn, and threw extravagant parties with guest lists even more exclusive then the school we attended.
There’s also a good chance all that money had turned her rotten. She was an egomaniac, a showy, vindictive bitch that would rather see everything around her destroyed than not have her way. Most of the students, boys and girls, kissed up to her, even though there were more than few angry mumbles. Any one she didn’t like, she ruined, and however she could. Freshman year she’d run a girl out of the school through constant harassment after she’d caught the girl talking about Cristina behind her back. Cristina was a rotten cunt, but how do you fight the daughter of a lawyer who is very, very good at his job? I flew under Cristina’s radar except for a moment or two every once in a while, so I was safe.
This time, though, Cristina had gotten a little too arrogant. I shared several classes with her, and in all of them she was loud, disruptive, disrespectful, and generally a bad student. I don’t think anyone had ever taught her the value of hard work. Usually she managed to scrap by with at least a C, a D at the minimum, but it looked like this time she was in trouble. Word was drifting around the class that Cristina was failing chemistry, and every class lately it seemed she was in a near panic. Part of me was rather happy to think that she might get what was coming to her, but most of me couldn’t care less.
After the class was over, Cristina shuffled up to the teacher and began to speak to her in low, animated tones. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a part of Cristina’s continued panic. I packed up my things and went on about my day.
After school, I grabbed my bag and my laptop and headed for the library. School let out at three, my dad didn’t get off till four or five, and I had no car of my own, so I wanted to settle in for the wait. However, the library was undergoing renovations after school starting that day, so I was forced to find somewhere else to sit. It was too cold to go outside, so I headed for the student lounge, thinking I’d have the room and one of the soft couches to myself.
As I approached the student lounge though, my ears picked up a noise. I slowed my footsteps and tilted my head to listen. It was sobbing, and it sounded like a girl’s. I sighed and looked at my watch. 3:20 PM. It wouldn’t hurt to look, I thought. I’ll just look to see who it is. Maybe I can help.
As I peeked my head through the door, imagine my surprise and dismay when I see Cristina, elbows on her knees, sitting on one of the couches and crying into her hands.
I sighed again. I really, really wanted to leave, and I had little to nothing to do with Cristina. Her back was to me, and she hadn’t noticed I was there, so I could still just walk away. My conscience wouldn’t let me do it though. It looked like she was completely alone, so if I didn’t go to comfort her, she’d just keep crying. My better nature prevailed, and I silently cursed my better nature as I walked through the door to the student lounge.
“Um…Cristina?” I said cautiously.
She looked around sharply. “What are you doing here?” she screeched in fear and surprise.
I soldiered on. “I was looking for a place to wait for my ride, and I came by here…” I gestured lamely with my hands. “Are you okay?” I asked tentatively.
Cristina shot me a cold look. “Do I look okay?!” pointing to her eyes. They were bloodshot from crying, and her eyeliner was running down her cheeks in messy streams.
I moved around the couch and sat like I was setting down on something fragile. “No, you don’t. I know we don’t talk a lot, or really at all, but if I can help…”
Cristina eyed me suspiciously. “Why? Why do you want to help me?”
I shrugged. “Excuse me if I think it’s wrong to keep on walking when I see a girl who is obviously upset.”
Cristina looked like she was about to say something smart, but she thought better of it. “If you want to know,” she began slowly, “I’m failing chemistry.” I said nothing, waiting for her to continue. She wiped her cheeks and eyes clean with a handkerchief and went on. “My dad’s sick of it. He says if I don’t come out with at least a B- on this chem midterm, I’ll study chemistry over spring break at my grandparents’ house with a tutor instead of going with them to Italy.” Cristina looked at me with fearful doe’s eyes. “But I’ve never been good at science! Even when I tried, I couldn’t do it!” This prompted a fresh sob, which she choked off with a hand to her mouth. She struggled with her tears for a moment. “Not only that, but I’ll be grounded for the whole spring semester. School and homework. Nothing else.” She struck her thigh weakly with a fist. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. This midterm is going to ruin me.”
I sat through all of this with an unchanging facial expression. My better nature felt for her, sure, but there were gears going in my head too. After a moment, I opened up my mouth. “Well, if you really think you’re in trouble, there’s a week and a half till midterms. I could tutor you till then.”
Her head snapped up and for the first time, a gleam of hope entered her eyes. “Could you…?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “Yeah. Chemistry really isn’t a big deal for me, and my schedule’s pretty open right now since basketball is done with. I could work with you afternoons and evenings.” I stopped for effect. “But I’ve got my own studying to do you know, and there’s the matter of how I’ll get to your place at all…”
“We have a driver!” Cristina shouted suddenly. “You can ride home with us and he’ll drive you to your house!”
I acknowledged this with a tilt of my head and laid out the final piece of bait. “Yeah, I guess so. But I still have my own studying to do…”
“My dad will pay you!” Cristina shouted. “Um, uh…$50 an hour!”
I was stunned. I’d barely been hoping for half of that. “Alright, then,” I said with an inner smile. “I’ll talk to my parents. We can start tomorrow.”
Cristina grabbed both my hands in hers. “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” she yelled ecstatically. Then she did something that surprised me even more than the price she’d named. She wrapped both of her slender arms around me and pulled me into a hug. My head went dizzy with the sweet scent of her perfume, and I was dimly aware of her soft breasts against my chest. It was only for an instant though, and she pulled away. “You’ve saved me!” With that she picked up her bag and rushed out the door, dialing a number on her cell phone excitedly. I sat there, a half smile on my face.
True to my word, we started the next day. I rode home with Cristina in a four seat Jaguar that looked as if it was worth the better part of what my parents made in a year. If the car was surprising, then I’m shocked I didn’t suffer a heart attack when I saw the James family home. It sat on acres and acres of land, with a long driveway, graceful fountains, and an overall look that screamed financial success.
I knew of the rest of the James family, but that day I actually got to meet them. Matthew and Lila were Cristina’s parents. Mr. James seemed like a nice enough person, but Cristina obviously had inherited her mother’s nature. Mrs. James was a haughty trophy wife, from her blindingly blonde hair to her snotty tone of voice. She regarded me with an attitude that was suspicious, haughty, and perhaps a tad racist. Cristina had two sisters, Marie and Kelly. Marie was away, a freshman at NYU, and Kelly was a senior at our school.
But over the next week and a half, I really got to know Cristina. She wasn’t as bad to deal with as I thought she’d be. Being cornered and having to ask for help must have humbled her, because she listened to everything I had to say with a respectful attitude. I found out she wasn’t so bad after all; she could be a courteous person, she had an okay sense of humor, and she was a lot brighter than she’d given herself credit for. I spent hours every night with her studying, and we grew steadily closer.
Eventually it came to the Friday before midterm week. Mr. and Mrs. James were away until Saturday afternoon visiting a family friend, and Kelly was out again, presumably getting hammered at a party somewhere. The staff that normally worked there during the day had gone home, and the couple of members of the 24-hour staff had retired to their rooms.
It was around eleven o’clock, and Cristina and I were studying in the living room. She’d been pressing me to stay longer and longer hours lately. She was working harder than ever, coming along with her understanding of chemistry. Finally about 11:15 she called it quits. “Holy shit,” she said, leaning back into the couch. “That’s all of it.” She looked over at me. “Do you think I’m ready?”
I closed up my chem book. “You’ll be fine,” I reassured her. “You just need to have faith in yourself and focus. You know all this stuff by now.”
She nodded and looked at the clock. “Aw fuck,” she began with dismay, “I’ve kept you way too late.” I was about to wave it off, but she interrupted me. “I’m sorry. Tell you what, call your parents. You can stay in one of our spare rooms tonight.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Is that really okay?”
“Sure. My dad loves you, he wouldn’t have a problem with it. You can go home in the morning.” The she smiled mischievously. “But first…” she got up and walked away. “Don’t go anywhere!” she called back over her shoulder.
I sat where I was, waiting for her to come back. She did, and with two wine glasses and an unopened bottle. “Got this out of the wine cellar,” she said with a smile. She looked at the label. “This one isn’t good enough to be missed, so I just took it.” She put the two glasses down on the glass coffee table and filled them both, setting the bottle down afterwards. She passed a glass to me. “Let’s party a little!” she said. “Midterms are Monday, and for once I feel like I know what I’m doing.” She lifted her glass. “Cheers!” Before I could respond to any of what she was saying, she downed half the glass like it was water.
I didn’t know what to say. I really wasn’t a drinker, but Cristina was obviously ready to cut loose. She’d worked hard for the past ten days or so, and she definitely ready to let off some steam.
Half an hour and another glass later, Cristina was definitely buzzed. She wasn’t drunk, but she was getting there. Me, I was still sipping on my first glass. I could see from early on that one of the two of us was going to have to watch out for Cristina, and it sure wasn’t going to be her.
Cristina sipped on her third glass. “Oooooh man,” she moaned. “This is niiiice.” She looked over at my drink. “You haven’t even touched yours!” she accused me. She shook her head. “I’ll drink it for you.” She reached for it, but I pulled it out of her reach and took her glass from her too. I put them both on a nearby table stand.
“I think you’ve had enough for right now,” I said, eying her warily.
Cristina rolled her eyes. “If you say so Mr. Wright.” She giggled drunkenly and then rolled over, pushing herself up against me. She sighed. “Thanks for helping me out Aaron,” she murmured. “You’re a really great guy.”
I tentatively placed an arm around her shoulders. “I was just trying to be helpful.”
Cristina rolled over so she could look me in the eye. Now her face was inches from mine as she straddled my leg. “No, no,” she said with a bit of a slur. “No one else would have helped me.” She sighed again. “I’m such a tremendous bitch; I didn’t expect anyone to help me. I like being a bitch though. It’s fun sometimes. But this time…I’m just glad you helped me.”
I looked her straight in the eyes as her pupils wavered ever so slightly. “You’re not a bitch,” I said firmly. “I really think you’re a good person, you just don’t show it much.”
She moved in closer. The sweet smell of wine was strong on her breath. “Really?”
I nodded. “Really. In fact, I’ve gotten to like you a lot. I’d say we’re friends now, wouldn’t you?”
She leaned in closer. Now the hairs on our nose were dancing with one another. “Yeah, friends…” she whispered as she leaned in closer.
Suddenly, we were kissing. She pressed her lips against mine, and her tongue had shot into my mouth before I knew what was happening. I had my arms around her waist before a conscious thought even entered my mind.
She pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. “Oh God Aaron,” she said breathlessly. “I wish I’d spent time with you sooner.” She kissed my neck as she pulled at my shirt. “I think I love you.” My shirt came off and she looked at me. “Do you think you could love a bitch?”
I looked at her. Cristina didn’t have the best personality, but she certainly had one of the best bodies. She was a brunette like her father, with deep brown eyes, soft D-cup breasts that fit her frame wonderfully, and hips and legs that were to die for. And I had genuinely gotten to like her. Call it Stockholm Syndrome. I ran my hand under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin on her stomach. Instead of answering her, I wrapped my hands around her back and pulled her in to kiss me again. My hand crept up to the underside of her breast, and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed it through her bra.
She got up off me with a quick motion and removed her shirt and pants. “You too,” she said panting. “Take off your pants.”
I was more than happy to comply, removing my jeans and throwing them to the side. Cristina stood before me in a white, lacy bra and thong. Her perky nipples strained through her bra, and there was already a damp patch quickly spreading between her legs.
Cristina straddled me again, her panty-clad crotch rubbing up and down on my dick through my thin boxers. I reached around and undid the clasp on her bra, letting loose her perfect breasts. Wasting no time, I took a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Cristina moaned and arched her back, feeding me more and more of her tit. I went back and forth between her nipples, giving each a thorough tongue lashing before Cristina finally pulled my face up to hers for another deep kiss.
“Oh God, I’ve never been this excited,” Cristina said, half-moaning. She ground the fork of her legs harder into my lap. “And it feels like you’re pretty worked up yourself.” She slid off me and onto the floor, kneeling in front of me. She squeezed my cock and balls through my boxers, teasing me. “I’ve never had a black guy before,” she confessed. “Let’s see if the rumors are true.”
With that she pulled my boxers down and off my legs. My eight-incher sprang out, looking larger and harder than I’d ever seen it before. Cristina licked her lips and began to stroke it gently. Her touch sent an electric current through me, and my heartbeat quickened as her pale white hand slid up and down my dark rod. Through sheer force of will I was able to keep myself from cumming at her first touch.
Slowly, sensually, she reached out with her tongue and licked the head of my cock. As she pulled back, my pre-cum created a glistening line between the tip of her tongue and my penis. She leaned in again, this time enveloping the whole of my helmet inside of her warm mouth. I put my hands on the back of her head, urging her on. Her full lips slid down my pole, taking in more and more, her tongue working overtime all the way. After she had about five inches in her mouth, she paused and readjusted, opening up her throat more. She pushed down the last three inches. Now her nose was in my pubic hairs as she deepthroated me.
Cristina began to moan softly, sending vibrations through me as her tongue worked me into a frenzy. Finally, sensing I was reaching my limit, she pulled off, gasping for air. My dick glistened with her saliva, and generous strands of drool were leaking over her bottom lip. She wiped them away and smiled prettily at me. “I’ve never taken that much in my mouth before,” she said. Cristina reached out and began stroking me gently again.
I stood up, unable to keep still any longer. Cristina looked up at me, still on her knees, and I pushed the head of my dick against her lips. She took the hint and took me into her mouth again. I put my hands on the back of her head again and began to slide in and out between her lips. I began to pick up speed, fucking her mouth harder and harder with each pump. Eventually I was slamming down her throat and she took it like a pro, fondling my balls and pushing her tongue against my length every time I pushed back into her mouth.
Pressure steadily built up in my sac and it got to the point where I couldn’t contain myself any more. I pushed my whole dick down Cristina’s throat and with a groan let loose with a massive stream of cum. I always came a pretty good amount when I masturbated, but this was something else entirely. Cristina swallowed as well as she could, trying to keep up, but some leaked out of her mouth and began to cover her chin and drip onto her tits. I spent my load and pulled back, allowing Cristina to catch her breath.
My dick twitched in appreciation as I looked at Cristina. She looked so incredibly slutty, kneeling on the floor with my cum on her lips, chin, and boobs. Cristina looked me dead in the eye as she scooped the cum off of her body with her fingers and put it in her mouth, moaning sexily all the while. After she was done, she crawled over and cleaned my dick off with her mouth, easily making me rock-hard again.
Cristina got up off her knees, but kept her hand on my cock. “I can’t believe you’re not done after that huge load you dumped in my mouth,” she marveled. She gave me a naughty, come-hither look. “Let’s take this up to my room. There’s still a lot more we can do.”
Cristina let go of my cock and walked away, leading me to her bedroom. I followed, erection pointing out in front of me, unable to take my eyes off her swaying ass. She still had her thong on, and the way the white fabric disappeared between her two round butt cheeks had me entranced.
When we got up to her bedroom, Cristina turned on a small bedside lamp and sat on the edge of her bed. She finally removed her panties, revealing a perfectly smooth pussy. Her clit had emerged from her folds, and her labia were fat and glistening with her own juices. Cristina rubbed her pussy lightly. “Please eat my pussy,” she begged. “I’m sooo close to cumming.”
I walked over to her, smiling. I leaned in, kissed her lightly, and got down on my knees in front of her. Cristina bit her lower lip in anticipation and stroked the top of my head gently. Our positions from only minutes ago had been reversed, but I certainly had less experience than Cristina did. All I had was a few years of porno watching and instinct to guide me.
I wasn’t about to let inexperience hold me back though. I put my lips to her skin halfway down her inner thigh, lightly laying down kisses. I let my tongue dart out and drag against her smooth skin. She was perspiring lightly, and I could taste the sweat on her. I let my hand rub gently where her pubic hair would be, if she had any, rotating my fingers in circles just above her clit. Cristina’s squirming increased as my mouth and hand slowly crept towards pay dirt.
Finally I worked up enough confidence to move past the teasing and pressed down lightly on her clit with my thumb, just to see what would happen. Cristina’s whole body went stiff for a second as her breath caught, and only her mouth moved, opening wider in a silent moan. A promising reaction, I though, so I pressed on.
Steadily applying more pressure, I worked her clit in slow circles, getting pleasure from her pleasure as her back arched more and high-pitched gasps began escaping her throat. Figuring I’d gotten as far as I was going to get with this line of action, I prepared to up the ante. I moved my nose right over her labia and took deep breaths, in and out, relishing her scent. My breath on her sensitive area only provoked her more, and Cristina pressed on the back of my head with her hand, urging me on.
I, of course, was only too happy to oblige. I began manipulating her clit with my tongue, doing the same thing I’d been doing with my thumb. After a few passes, I moved downwards, allowing the broadest part of my tongue to completely cover the outside of her pussy while the tip of my tongue dragged just inside. I repeated the motion, covering her from top to bottom while her fingernails dug into the back of my head. Cristina’s breath had quickened to an almost unbelievable pace, and even a rookie like me could tell she was close.
When I reached the bottom of her pussy again, I used my tongue to dig past her cunt lips and straight into her well wetted hole. The sudden invasion into her depths was all it took for Cristina to completely lose it. With a violent convulsion, all that she’d built up to that point came rushing out of her love tunnel in a gusher that filled my mouth. I sealed her pussy with my lips as best as I could so none of her juices would escape me, all the while working what I hoped was her g-spot with my tongue. I must have been doing something right, because she came again, this time with an incoherent scream. The flood got to be too much for me, so I pulled back and replaced my tongue with a finger, gently working it in and out while Cristina rode out her orgasms.
Finally, after what seemed to be a good long while, her breathing returned to normal. She gently pulled my hand away from her cunt and sensually, slowly, put my finger into her mouth. I could feel her tongue working as she cleansed my finger of her own juices. Cristina then pulled the rest of me up by my hand until I was off my knees and on top of her. We kissed, tongues working deep inside each other’s mouths, exchanging salvia and her lady cum.
Eventually, I became aware of my dick unconsciously sliding along the outside of her pussy. Cristina must have noticed it at the same time. She smiled coyly at me. “Ready for the main event?” she asked.
I was torn beyond belief. “More than you can possibly imagine,” I replied. “But I don’t have any condoms with me. Unless you do…”
Cristina’s smile widened and she scooted back on the bead until her head rested on her pillows. “We don’t need condoms,” she said. “I’m on the pill. Have been for a while; it was my mom’s idea.” She spread her legs and parted her pussy lips with the fingers on one hand. “You can cum anywhere you want, but I’d prefer it if you finished inside me. I just love the feeling of cum filling me up.”
My last reservations swept away, I clambered up the bed on hands and knees, getting back over top of Cristina. I put my dick in my hand and prepared to enter her, but she put a hand on my chest. “You’re a virgin, right?” she asked, looking me in the eye.
My skin color saved me from the embarrassment of a blush. “…Yeah,” I replied after a bit of hesitation. “How did you know? And does it matter?”
Cristina shook her head, brown hair flying over her eyes. “Doesn’t matter a bit to me,” she said softly. “Right now, I don’t care if you’re a virgin or a fucking gigolo. I want you. And I didn’t know, I just guessed. You never seemed like the kind of guy who got laid a lot.” My eyebrows knit together in anger, but Cristina just smiled her pretty little smile. “Just make sure to fuck me good, okay?” She pulled on the back of my neck and kissed me lightly again as she took my cock in her other hand. “Let’s enjoy this.”
The first moment the tip of my rod touched her pussy was electrifying. A current of pleasure ran through my body, and it was all I could do to not thrust into Cristina with all my strength and simply ravage her. I continued to allow myself to be guided in by Cristina’s hand, pressing past her labia and into her body. The feeling of her pussy lips passing over the head of my dick was simply amazing, but it couldn’t match the sensation that coursed through me when the tip of my cock slid fully inside of her with a light pop.
Cristina let go and placed her hands up above her head, letting me slide the rest of the way in. She moaned and whispered encouragement as I grunted my way inside her. She had said she wasn’t a virgin, but she was certainly tight. It took work to get all eight inches all the way inside of her, and it must have caused her a fair amount of discomfort too, judging by the look on her face. Maybe she wasn’t as experienced as I thought.
When I was finally buried completely into Cristina, I stopped there, allowing myself to absorb the feeling. Here I was, cock-deep in a girl the whole school idolized and feared, with her moaning for more all the way.
After I’d had my fill of that, I began to move in and out. Small pumps at first, working back and forth, gradually building to a steady pace. I didn’t want to blow too early, so I exercised all the self-restraint I could. Still, I could feel more pre-cum leaking out with every push inside of Cristina.
Cristina was doing nothing to help my cause. With every thrust back inside, she expertly rotated her hips, grinding against me and moving my dick against the walls of her pussy. One hand was holding onto the headboard of her bed while the other tweaked her nipple. Her eyes stared unblinkingly out from under long eyelashes at nothing in particular as she was moved back and forth by the force of my thrusts. Her tongue hung out between her full, red lips, panting between the frequent moans and curses. I bent over and kissed her, and she kissed me back with more force than ever before. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her even deeper onto me on my next thrust, penetrating even deeper. Her lips separated from mine as she let out a full-throated scream. “OH FUCK YES, FUCK ME HARDER! OOOOH GOD YES!”
My enthusiasm was cooled a bit my alarm. “Quiet down,” I said worriedly. “Don’t some of your workers sleep here? What are you going to do if we get caught?”
In between pants, she managed to get off a reply. “The only ones who sleep here are Marie and Simone. They both know I fuck sometimes when my parents aren’t home, and they’ve never said anything. So shut the fuck up and FUCK ME HARDER! You’ve got to be close to cumming, finish inside me, we’ll cum together.”
She was right, I was close, and there was no more holding back. I went into overdrive, pounding her as fast as I could in a missionary position. She dug her nails into my back as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs.
After sustaining my fastest and hardest fucking for as long as I could, I approached the point of no return. “Cristina, I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, no longer caring about who might be listening.
Her nails dug even harder into my back and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “We’ll cum together,” she said, gasping for air. “Cum inside me and we’ll cum together. C’mon, cum in me. Make me your bitch. Fuck my pussy with your black cock. C’mon, I want you to FUCKING FILL ME!”
With that, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I thrust back into Cristina one more time and held there, jet after jet of cum pouring out onto her womb. At the same time, I was vaguely aware of Cristina’s orgasm flowing around my cock and mixing with my seed. She wasn’t screaming anymore, but her eyes were closed and her lips were parted in a breathless yell.
After what seemed like hours our orgasms subsided and we were able to catch our breath again. Our combined fluids were already leaking out from around my cock, but when I pulled out of her, they poured out onto her bed sheets. Cristina grabbed hold of my ass and pulled my groin up over her face. Lovingly, she took my semi-limp dick into her mouth and sucked it clean, swallowing both our cum. Without a word, she turned over and pulled me down next to her to spoon. I pulled the covers up over both of us, rubbing my crotch against her ass in a motion that was more instinctual than conscientious at this point. We basked in our post-coital glow, and I slept more peacefully that night than I ever had before.

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Breathless…
He grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him roughly, his mouth connecting with mine hard. He kisses me hard, biting my lip, flicking his tongue against my unwilling one.
It’s just us in this stairway, everyone has left the school, even the janitors. I had only come back to look for my glasses. And there he was, perched on the railing of the stairs, my glasses dangling from his index finger, a hungry savage look in his eyes.
He pins me to the wall, biting my neck hard, before licking back up to my lips, biting my lower one so hard it bleeds. I cry out in pain, and ashamed pleasure. He has my wrists pinned on my sides, and pushes his bulge to my leggings-clad crotch, making me squirm.
I had seen him in the halls before, an almost invisible outcast clad in black, his head down, hood up to hide his headphones. I had caught him staring at me in class on more than one occasion, but he wouldn’t look away, his brown eyes unyielding.
He silently lets one wrist go, pulling me into the nearby boys’ bathroom. He pushes me into the biggest stall and locks it behind him. My heart is racing as he pulls off his shirt, throwing it into a corner and pushing me against a wall. He pulls my shirt off, my bra clasp breaking and coming off too, and grabs my right breast hard, my nipples perking up in the cold.
One time, when I arrived home after school, I found a rose dipped in black wax on my desk in my room. My window was wide open, my curtains whipping about in the wind. I hadn’t even considered it was him, not then…
He turns me around, bending me over and placing my hands against the wall. He rubs his clothed crotch against the ass of my leggings, making me shake with anticipation. I feel myself get wet, and hear the sound of a zipper going down. He pulls down my panties and leggings, his hand sliding over my bare bum.
In the weeks after the first rose, I found eleven other ones around my room, in places I knew they hadn’t been in the previous days. It made me feel violated and nervous, but also excited. Who was coming in and leaving these roses? Would I ever catch them in the act?
He spreads my legs and bends me over further, reaching his hand between my legs to run a finger over my slit, making me shiver. He slowly slides it inside me, probably feeling my immense wetness. I feel my face redden in embarrassment, and he begins to finger-fuck me. I gasp and savor the pleasure.
After I had counted a dozen wax-dipped roses, I put them in an empty red vase on my bedside table, staring at them each night before bed, and each morning before getting up. One day, I woke up and saw them wrapped in a red ribbon. My heart sank when I realized he had been in my room while I was asleep. He could’ve done anything…
He pulls his finger out of my tight wetness and I practically whimper, but immediately feel his bare cock line up with my puss. I bite my lip, bracing myself for a hard thrust I expect to be coming. But instead, he slowly pushes in, inch by inch. His hand softly caresses my back, and he begins to work a slow thrusting rhythm.
One day, I found a pair of brand new black lacey panties, a matching bra, and garters, sitting on my pillow after school. I waited til everyone in the house was asleep that night before putting them on, the only black I had ever worn, and looked in the mirror. I was sexy, slutty…I put my hair up in a messy bun and applied some red lipstick, staring at myself in the mirror.
He continues fucking me, reaching down and around to gently rub my swollen clitoris, making me twitch with concentrated pleasure. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, and I feel a submissive pet sort of bliss fall over me, making me mewl softly as he barely increases his tempo.
The night I wore those panties, that bra, those garters, the lipstick… I put my mirror across from the foot of my bed, propped myself up, and pulled my panties aside. I could see my trimmed pubic hair, and spread my legs further apart. I watched myself masturbate in the mirror that night, making me feel dirty, cheap, and alive.
I feel myself start to climax, my vaginal walls tightening around his thrusting cock. My whimpers get louder, and i make my hands into fists so I don’t break my nails digging them into the wall. He keeps thrusting, his hand on my clit rubbing faster and harder, making me cry out.
The next day, after I had hid the lingerie in a drawer that night, I woke up and found an envelope next to the vase of roses. When I opened it, out fell a picture of me from the previous night, obviously taken from the window above my bed. I could see a reflection of the picture-taker….him.
I feel my orgasm hit me like a wave of almost painful pleasure, my cum soaking his cock, and I almost go weak. The release is incredible, and I whisper my gratitude. I lean against the wall for a moment, feeling him pull out, hearing the zipper go up, and see him from the corner of my eye putting his shirt on. He kisses me on the cheek, petting my hair lightly before leaving.
This morning, I woke up and found an envelope next to my bed. It had a picture of me, a reflection from a mirror, depicting me masturbating in slutty lingerie. In the reflection, I saw a face, finally finding out who had been doing all of this…my stepbrother.

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Ultimate Sleepover

The Ultimate Sleepover
* Mia’s new girlfriend Jamie was treated to Mia’s super secret… during a sleepover at her house. *
__I’m Jamie. I liked walking in the woods behind my house. My house was always full of people all the time and so I would go down to the woods for privacy. I found a real secluded spot. I would sit there and think about my science teacher Mr. Houser. I had a really big crush on him.
One day I started getting very excited thinking about Mr. Houser. I pictured him taking me in his arms and telling me he loved me and just had to kiss me. We kissed right in the class room with a locked door. He would feel my tits and rub my pussy. I got myself all hot and excited. I checked all around and then put my hand in my panties. I fingered myself as I thought about him. I kept it up and orgasmed right there….wow…that was so special.
I was going down to my ’spot’ one afternoon when I saw another girl. I had seen her at school but I didn’t know her. I walked up to her and said hello. She said hi and we started talking. After a while she said she came down here to think. “Think about what?”…I asked. “Sex“, she said. She said she had a ’spot’ where she liked to sit and think about…. something.
She said she like to come here and sit in her ’spot’ and finger herself and think about…. ‘him‘. She never said who ‘him’ was.
I told her about the teacher Mr. Houser and what I came here to do. She said:
“Oh god,…… I’ve seen Mr. Houser and he is so hot looking.” I showed her my ’spot’. She said it was more secluded than hers.
We went in my hidden spot and sat down. She pulled out her hair bush and said: “This is my other boyfriend.” I looked puzzled at her. She said to watch. She lifted her skirt up, pulled her panties to one side and started putting the slick handle slowly in her pussy.
I had never seen a girl do this and I started getting excited watching her. She closed her eyes and spread her legs wide. She mumbled…“….you feel so good…”
This was very hot to watch. I began to rub my pussy slightly, hoping to be unnoticed. She kept going until she lifted up her hips and shuddered. She had an orgasm. It looked way more exciting than the ones I was having.
Girls who have a hot boyfriend ether like to show him off,….or keep quiet about him so other girls won’t go after him. I figured she was keeping this boyfriend all to herself. We met in the woods many times and both fingered ourselves. Me fantasizing about Mr. Houser, and her with her secret boyfriend.
Over time she began to reveal more about this ’mystery’ boyfriend. They were having glorious sex, and she said he was the ultimate. I envied her and fingered myself, sharing her description of this hot guy. She got into details that were making me extremely turned on. I just let her talk as I fingered myself to great orgasms.
Mia noticed my interest in her descriptions and she liked to make me all turned on talking about…’him’. This wasn’t just a story, it was really happening to her I felt. This ’him’ thing was driving me crazy. Who was he? A guy she met somewhere? I wanted a face to fantasize about. She described him as so hot, and how he had sex with her, his build and even details about his cock. Why was she here fingering herself about ’him’ when she was having hot with him? Was is possible that she was making this up?….I figured… no, she knew to many details about him.
I had to find out. Something was very strange about this.
One afternoon she invited me to do a ’sleepover’ at her house. I jumped at the chance and felt maybe…. I’d find out more about ’him’. That Friday night I arrived.
It was a nice house. Her dad was a railroad train driver and was gone days at a time she said. Her older brother looked after things while he was away.
We went to her room and got in our pajamas. After watching some computer porn, we lay on her big bed. I had to know more about this ‘him’ guy.
Finally, she talked about ‘him’. Their basement was rented out. It had it private entrance in the back. She said that was where Logan, or ‘him’ lived. She said she was having a secret affair with him, and no one knew. She said she trusted me never to say anything to anyone…ever. I agreed.
She said she had told him about her new friend, me, and he wanted to meet me.
By now I was dieing to meet this guy. Her descriptions of how hot and sexy he was,… I just had to meet him. She said her brother was leaving for the night soon, and her dad was at work so the timing was perfect for us.
She explained some things….
It was pitch black in the basement, and must remain that way when we go down. “Bummer”, I said. I won’t be able to see him. “You won’t need to, you’ll just ‘feel’ him. You can feel his face, that’s the way we do everything, by feel. We started out that way and we liked it so much, we keep it that way…you’ll find out what we mean tonight.
I was still bummed that I wasn’t going to see this…’Logan’ she called him.
She explained. “Logan was born blind. He had an operation in his teens and could now see perfect. He grew up in dark world and preferred it at night. Mia was gone the day he moved in and when she went to the basement to introduce herself, It was all dark down there.
She said:
“ I heard his voice say: “You must be Mia, come on down, I prefer the darkness if you don’t mind. I’ll come and lead you down the steps.” The door slowly closed by itself and I felt a warm hand on mine.
He led me to his big bed and sat me down. We held hands and talked. I can’t explain how sensuous it was. He talked softly and I got real horny listening to him. His hands felt mine and I scooted closer to him. He said I felt so beautiful and smooth, he really liked me. I felt him back. His arms and then we felt our faces. I got chills as we felt each other on clear times, more and more.
As I felt his warm face….I just….kissed him. I don’t even know why….I had a urge…so I did. From there we kissed and felt each other up. It was so awesome Jamie,….I got the best tingles in my pussy….ever.
Each night it was clear, I went to him and we’ve been having sex for a while now.”
I said: “You’ve never even seen the guy???”
“Nope, he comes in the back way late and I now prefer not to see him with my eyes, I see him with my hands, like he does me.”
I lay trying to imagine this Logan and me feeling him and him feeling me. It sounded very exciting in a lot of ways. I looked over at Mia smiling. “It this for real?” I said. “Wait till my brother leaves and you can find out for yourself.”
I think my heart jumped a beat.
We heard her brothers car leave. I gave out a quiet gulp as we got up and walked to the back of the house. She held my hand and opened the basement stairs door. When it closed…it was completely black. “Logan, I brought that ’special’ friend that you wanted to meet.”
She had told him about me?…..and now he wants to meet me?……my heart is pounding so hard right now. She held my trembling hand and carefully led me down the stairs. She led me over to a big bed and had me sit down. I hear this soft low voice. “Hi Jamie, I’m Logan, may I hold your hand?…we prefer to see with our hands.” I raised my hand up and he felt and found it. He had large warm hands. He put my hand between both of his. He felt my hand …very soothing and nice. “Relax Jamie, just feel my hands, feel free to feel anything you like.”
My first reaction was to feel his face, to get an idea what he looked like. He seemed to know this and raised my hand to his face. I felt all over his face. I got a automatic feel of a beautiful face. Wavy hair, he was clean shaven and had smooth skin. I was impressed and I got a new kind of turn on. Mia had told me so much, it was really effecting all my sexual buttons. I just….put his hand up to my face in return. I scooted closer to him. He whispered: (“….my god your beautiful…let me do something first…just sit and listen…”
Mia sat on the other side of him. I had no idea what they were doing. Then I heard whispering, giggling and little moans from Mia.
Oh god…are they going to have sex or something while I sit right here! I felt a hot panic feeling , but mega turned on all at the same time. She had described so many time how hot their sex was. Were they going to let me listen to them have sex?
I heard and felt movement. I heard walking. Someone was going up the stairs. I think it was Mia. Then I felt Logan’s warm hand on mine. The door opened and I could make out it was Mia leaving.
I got the instant feeling she was going to let me have time with Logan…alone. Oh god I like that idea. Logan said: “Don’t you know who I am Jamie? “ He spoke louder this time…that voice…oh my god…
“Jamie, Logan is my middle name, does the name ’Houser’ mean anything to you?”
It was him! Mr. Houser my dream guy, my science teacher, my fantasy lover….I swallowed and said: “Mr. Houser?” “Logan.” he said.
“Can you keep this all quiet?… I don’t want to go to jail and get fired.” he said.
I said: “Ooooo Yes!, I never tell anyone ever!…so Mia knew this all the time?…”
“You started it when you said how much you liked me, over and over. She planed this all out to bring us together. I have liked you both for a long time and she wanted to please me, by sharing me with you. Is that ok with you?”
I put his warm hand up to my face. “Mr. Houser…I mean…’Logan’, you just don’t know how long I’ve dreamed about you. This is…oh my god…my dream coming true.”
I felt his face as he felt mine. We slowly brought our faces close together and I felt his heat as our lips met. A soft sensuous, long heart throbbing kiss. We held the kiss…like forever. He put me in dreamland. We slowly leaned back on the bed and turned toward each other.
He told me how he would sneak looks at me in class and how he wished we could be together someday…but knew we never could. He said this was his ’dream come true’ also.
We talked about our feelings for each other as we kissed our faces, and felt our faces and arms. We had all night to be together. We took each others pajamas slowly off. We felt every inch of our bodies. The build up of desire was becoming higher and higher between us. My eyes told me nothing, but my fingers and his on our bodies told us we needed to be ’real’ close together. The body kissing began.
He began to kiss my tits and run his tongue around my nipples. I felt his hair an pushed my pussy on him. You could just feel the fever began to rise. I wanted him in me so bad now I began to whimper as his lips traveled down my tummy.
I began to squirm as his tongue zig zagged down closer to my wet pussy. I thought: “…oh yes…it’s going to happen!”…no one had ever kissed and licked my pussy. He would be the first. I rolled over on my back as his hands went under my legs. Up they came and wide open went my knees. I felt his teasing tongue dance around my wetness and tease my pussy more.
My fingers kept pulling on his hair by themselves. His tongue created tingles in the insides of my legs, the pushed them to my pussy… they went inside my pussy and just added to the tingles building there. The aroma of his aftershave, my perfume and a new aroma of girls pure ’sex’ all blended together around us.
I wanted to yell…”Hurry!”…yet I wanted the anticipation to last forever.
I jumped. His tongue touched my clit gently and began to put me in a trance. His tongue was making love to my clit….I felt a warm finger enter my pussy and massage it. His warm breath put tingles in top of tingles. My hips moved with his fingers. I was starting to have one continuous slow orgasm. My clit was swelled slightly and was kissing his tongue back with each stroke. I had heard about a G spot, and now I knew where it was. His finger moved around in a circle over it. The orgasms got stronger and I didn’t even know what moans I was making.
He stopped. He inched his way back up on me. He whispered: (“…you feel as smooth as a warm porcelain china doll. I dreamed you would. I wanted so bad to touch you in class…but knew I never could.”)
Those words jolted me as a big orgasm ran thru my pussy. I had to moan in his ear softly. His finger never left my pussy as he massaged it so beautiful….then…I felt it withdraw and the head of his erection start up and down my slit gently. I was shaking with the anticipation of what was coming…..
This would be my first sex. He seemed to know it and was so gentle. I felt the head of his erection ease it’s way in my pussy, I lost my breath and I kissed him with all the passion I had. My legs wrapped around his as we seemed to become one. My arms held him tight as I was sent to another world. I was having sex with a god. His big body glided with mine as the tension was beginning to come up to savage levels. He said…” I love you Jamie”, …“Yes Logan, and I love you my…oh my god“….I couldn’t talk….bursts of euphoria took over my body as I felt shots of hot cum being injected in my pussy. He squeezed me so tight as I froze and let the feelings have their way with us….every nerve shook, I gasp over and over again as each shot of cum shot in me. It was to much as I moaned endlessly. He whispered: (“…oh my god Jamie, you’ve taken my soul and blended it with yours.”)
I heard his words like in a dream…echoing over and over….’you’ve taken my soul’…and he was right…we were ’one’ now, and nothing else mattered…..
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I sat in Mr. Houser’s class and tried not to look at him. I had an inner tremble that no one but him would know about….as he had one also. All I could think about was graduation and we could finally be together. He was at the prom as a chaperone. The very last dance, they turned the lights down very low. We quick snuck out and met in Logan’s dark class room. He locked the door as we could still hear the band. We danced slow until everyone was gone….We were free as of…. right now….
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I got an ’A++’ in ‘Mr. Houser’s’ class….. Mia has a new boyfriend. He’s the new Science teacher at the school,….
…he’s rented Mia’s dad’s basement….

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Androids of Evergreen pt4 The New Housemate

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Dared To Do Doggy

As the old bus grinded noisily away from the No.27 stop, Rebecca Moore flipped her light duffel bag’s draw string over her shoulder and began to make her way into the large complex before her. The last rays of the setting sun were slowly dissolving ahead of a barmy summer twilight.
The petite, thirteen year old blondes, moist, red lips, curled into a wicked little grin as a loud chorus of woof-whistling burst forth as a car-full of teenage boys whizzing past. She’d had new blonde highlights added to her already fair hair just that morning, making her straight, mid-length hair, easier to form into the alluring tendrils that framed her pretty face and made the smooth, sun bronzed skin of her charming shoulders seem even more tanned.
“Keep to the right beside the race track and you can’t miss my place!” Rebecca recalled Sandra Orrick’s directions as she entered the showground proper.
Some big race horses lifter their massive male heads, snorting the air and nodding approvingly as the curvy girl past their holding stables.
Sandy was so lucky! It must be exciting to live around the hustle and bustle of the cities favorite racing venue she decided. Rebecca Moore was new in town, but she already knew, be it horse races, Gymkhanas, dog shows, greyhound racing, exhibitions, fairs, you name it, pretty much every event or display the city ever had was held right here. And Sandy’s father was the chief groundskeeper for the whole thing.
She made her way past the various pavilions and concessions already thronging with early-birds gathering for the Saturday night races. Men’s heads turned here and there amongst the crowd, sneaking leering glimpses of the shapely teenager passing by. Her close fitting boob-tube accentuated the firm young breasts and perky teenage nipples beneath and her lime-green cotton cutoffs outlined the pert, athletically rounded ass that graced her smooth, shapely legs below.
Picking her way through the crowd, Rebecca eventually arrived at a bungalow style house that was the ground keeper’s cottage. It was completely surrounded by a high paling fence, instantly recognizable, as per Sandra’s description, as the Orrick family’s home. Rebecca made for what appeared to be a wide hinged gateway in the fence. When Suddenly;
“Whoo,Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoo!” Rebecca recoiled in shock as she heard a large, savage dog barking just beyond. Threatening snarls continued to vibrate the wooden fence as Rebecca recognized her school friends sweet, contralto voice, commanding the agitated animal.
“Richter. Sit!” The voice ordered.
Rebecca regained her composure somewhat as the barking stopped, the gate swung in and she was greeted by the dazzling, apologetic smile of Sandra Orrick’s pretty face, beckoning her inside the Orrick’s private yard.
“Hi Becky. So you made it at last! Sandra greeted.
Her exquisite violet grey eyes danced with happiness at Rebecca’s arrival, putting Becky immediately at ease, just as her new best girlfriend had done, only a few weeks before, when the two had first met at Becky’s new school.
“Don’t be afraid of ol’ Richter here. His bark is worse than his bite.!” Sandra reassured as she patted the black, boney, skull-like head of the dangerous looking Doberman dog beside her dismissively.
Beauty and the beast! Becky mused to herself as she studied the odd looking couple. Sandra, who was about a year older and an inch taller than Rebecca had obviously been swimming recently. She wore only a skimpy polka dot bikini which hid very little of the sexy teenage girls ample cleavage, curvy hips and generally statuesque physique. Her long brunette hair flicked up attractively well below her broad yet feminine shoulders and softy outlined her classically beautiful face. Becky had to admit, she was little envious of her new girlfriend. The impeccably manicured eyebrows, the straight bridge of the girls small, slightly upturned nose, and especially the deeply sensual fullness of her lips served in stark contrast to the menacing K9 figure crouching on its brawny haunches to her side.
Richter was a fearsome looking Doberman. His small, black eyes, gleamed intelligently above a long, snout-like mall. A powerful jaw sprouted long, sharp teeth above mottled black and pink gums. Formidable muscles rippled beneath the animals short, well groomed black and tan coat and twitched in his long, columned neck as he studied Rebecca Moore, his moist black nose straining the air for her scent.
Becky couldn’t help noticing the well hung male appendage that swayed slightly at the dogs grey skinned groin area.
Yep. He’s a boy doggy alright! Becky confirmed to herself as she noted the bright pink tip of the animals pointy penis protruding slightly from his leather-like sheaf, and the dogs fat, smooth, ball-bag bloating heavily below.
“Come on inside and meet my folks before they leave.” Sandra said as she started for the house.
Becky’s eyes widened enviously as she viewed her friends sexy back and rump. The bikini was “thong” style she realized. From its tight beginnings at the sexy gap below her friends bouncy round bum, the bikini’s string disappeared within the deep, tawny crack of Sandra Orrick’s smooth, firm buttocks, only emerging again above to bite gently into the nicely padded rounds of her curvaceous hips as they wiggled seductively side to side as the lovely creature led Becky up the garden path.
However, no sooner had Becky taken a step to follow her sexy friend, then she was stopped in her tracks by the suddenly active Doberman.
Richter had darted forward, blocking the teenagers path. Before Becky could even react, he had his pointy snout between her tightly clamping thighs as he inhaled the rich female aroma of her pure young vagina. Becky was quite off balance as she tried to evade the curious animals indecent inspection. A sudden blush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks as Sandra came to her rescue. She took the crotch rutting dog by the collar and calmed him into submission once again. As Rebecca steadied her nerves again, Sandra made light of the situation.
“Sorry about that Becky. Richter’s only trying to get to know you. He still does the old “crotch sniff” to me and mom all the time. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to him!” Sandra grinned.
It was the way one might speak while admonishing a naughty little boy Becky imagined. By this time they had reached the front door, just as Sandra’s parents were on their way out. Sandra introduced everyone. Mr. Orrick was a tall, slightly weathered looking man in his mid forties. He must have been a good looking guy when he was younger, Becky decided. His hand seemed pleasantly roughened by hard work as he shook Becky’s own politely. Mrs. Orrick was like an older version of her Daughter. Shorter and with larger, heavier breasts, but a very attractive woman just the same and perhaps a couple of years younger than her husband.
“Well. You girls have fun now! And remember Sandy, use the beeper if you need us’ Mrs. Orrick waved back as the couple hurried past.
They were on their way to tend to their various duties around the racetrack for the night. Sandra’s Dad was “Clark-of-the-coarse” during races and her mom did whatever she could to help out. During the day, they did all sorts of tasks around the showground, anything from cleaning the stables and kennels, to leveling the race track and maintaining the buildings. That’s why the city paid for them to live here inside the showground fulltime, Sandra explained as they went inside.
As they entered the sparsely furnished living room through glass sliding doors, a young, red headed boy greeted them. He was much shorter than either girl. Sandra introduced the boy as being her little brother Denis. He was about eleven Becky guessed. He was kind of scruffy looking, mostly bones. His pale skin was covered with freckles. He had green eyes and his carroty orange hair was coarsely cropped and spiky looking. Obviously he’d also been swimming recently. He was almost naked, except for a pair of dark blue trunks that wrapped around his skinny hips and boney pelvis, bulging only slightly at the front where they formed a smallish lump to house his little pecker.
“How ya go’in Becky? Hey. You weren’t kidding sis. She’s a real sexy chicky-babey!” Denis said as he ogled Becky’s sexy body.
“Ignore my uncouth little brother Becky. Let’s go for a swim!” Sandra laughed as she noticed the look of bemusement on Becky’s pretty face.
“You can get changed in my room, back there Becky, we’ll meet you in the pool.” Sandra instructed as both she and the boy headed outside giggling. Becky soon found Sandra’s bedroom. She pulled her bikini from her bag and changed hurriedly. Her friends bedroom had all the usual teenage stuff, including a DVD player and portable TV. Wow. Sandra must really like dogs! Becky mused as she realized the many posters that decorated the small bedroom consisted entirely of various big dogs in action shots. There was even a framed photo next to the bed which showed Sandra hugging Richter. Sandy was kissing his cheek and Richter had a blue sash which read “1st Prize” around his muscular neck.
Denis let out a shrill woof-whistle and Sandy clapped as Rebecca rejoined them poolside in a hot pink bikini. The duo were already swimming merrily about in the deliciously cool water as the warm summer evening swallowed up the last glowing sparks of twilight. Soon all three were splashing and giggling with delight. The noises of excited folk attending the race meeting nearby where plainly audible. However, the high, sturdy fence made the Orrick family’s yard a private sanctuary, safe from the prying eyes of the great unwashed public belong. Becky was thoroughly enjoying herself as she swam about, despite Sandra’s little brother sneaking peeks at her skimpily clad body whenever he reckoned the pretty teen wouldn’t notice. The girls made chit chat and small talk as they swam, but soon they had all had enough and Sandra disappear inside the house to fetch some food from the oven.
Becky stretched out on a lounge-like deck chair beside the pool. Sandy’s little brother sat on the edge of another close by, almost leaning over her and grinning enjoyment as his wide green eyes rolled brashly from head to toe along the supine girls shapely body.
“I like the bikini ya wearing!” He leered as his eyes fixed shamelessly on the firm, uplifted swellings of her firm young breasts.
“It looks really, really, good on ya now its wet!” He continued, causing Becky to become conscious of effect the cool water had made on her pert young nipples. Her stiff little nubs were quite obvious now beneath the thin damp material of her bikini.
“What do you think Richter?” The obnoxious kid asked into nearby shadows. Startled, Becky was suddenly aware of the black, hulking form of the big Doberman against the darkened backdrop of the yard, only a few feet away.
She sat forward quickly as Richter moved in close beside her. Becky was painfully aware of her sudden vulnerability. With Richter’s close pressed bulk to her right and Sandra’s brother wedged thoughtlessly between the deck chairs to her left, the only way she could escape would be to slide off the front edge.
However, before she could react, the big dogs head was stretching slightly over her flat belly. His bright black eyes gleamed mischievously as they roamed the young girls tantalizingly feminine body.
“Check em out eh boy? Sandy’s headlights are on full beam!” The bratty little boy chuckled as he pointed at Becky’s proud young breasts. As if on cue, Richter suddenly nuzzled his boney snout under Becky’s closest boob and nudged it strongly upwards, as if feeling its weight.
“Bad dog!” Becky snapped, raising a hand to slap the curious brute. In an instant the dogs demeanor changed. Lips curled back, baring the sharp fangs beneath, as a spine tingling growl erupted from the beast.
“Don’t do that!” Denis cautioned the visibly shaken girl as she recoiled.
“Richter’s a trained guard dog. He don’t like no big sudden movements. He’s just being friendly. Aren’t you boy?”
Becky was paralyzed with indecision. She didn’t dare provoke the dog. She found herself mentally repeating, He’s not going to hurt me! He’s not going to hurt me! As the dog swapped his interest from her ample tits to the lusciously inviting valleys of her scantily clad pelvis.
Becky had already crossed her legs, clamping them together defensively, especially where her creamy inner thighs joined the cupped, fork space around her young vagina. Even so, Richter seemed to have little trouble as he drove his long, barrel shaped snout and visibly quivering nose between them deeply at Becky’s crotch. He nudged forcefully within the tight confines of her warm fleshy leg meat, easily jimmying enough room in-between to bump his snorting nostrils down the clinging crotch band of the frightened girls skimpy bikini bottoms to where her tightly puckering sphincter cringed below.
Richter’s highly tuned K9 sense of smell savored the warm, slightly tart, feminine odor of Becky’s anus before rooting his snout upward again. His pulsing nasal probe devoured the heady aroma of the girls tightly packed, virgin pussy furrow. Ancient chemicals bubble in his brain and inflaming his inhuman sex urge.
Meanwhile, Denis hadn’t lifted a finger to curb the dogs outrageous behavior. Pinned by the dogs exploring head, Becky continued squirming her ass about on the chair and alternatively crisscrossing her legs in a vain attempt to prevent the dog from buffeting away at her most private feminine area. Indeed, the boy seemed fascinated by the bawdy spectacle.
He looks like he’s enjoying this! Becky told herself as she appealed to the motionless boy to come to her assistance with a cross, embarrassed expression all over her pretty face.
At that moment, the dogs growing frustration caused him to nip to the soft, plumpness of Becky’s thinly covered, humid pussy mound, sending a sharp jolt of tingling pain rippling through her taught young body. Instinctively, the molested teen struck a slapping blow to the frisky dogs back, causing him to withdraw his K9 proboscis and fix his beady, pig eyes with a threatening glint on Becky’s own .
Suddenly, almost as if she had been waiting in the shadows, Sandra was back.
“Cool. Foods ready!” Denis blurted as he jumped up and headed for a plastic table setting nearby.
“Richter. You naughty boy. Have you been trying to make friends with Becky again?’ Sandy laughed, placing down the tray she had returned with and flipping a small morsel of food at the big dogs feet.
Becky took the opportunity to escape and join Sandra and Denis at the table.
“That dog of yours scares me a bit Sandy! And Denis didn’t try to stop him hassling me either.” Becky pouted, agitatedly, whilst eyeing the greedily munching eleven year old opposite her reproachfully as he scoffed down his meal.
“Awe, I’m sorry Becky! You just gotta learn to relax around old Richter. He don’t mean to hurt ya” Denis mumbled around a mouthful of food.
“Speaking of relaxing,” Sandra interrupted. “I’ve got a little surprise for you after dinner I think you’ll really like Becky!”
She flashed her pearly whites reassuringly and Becky started to feel better again. Oh well. At least no one seems to think what the dog did was funny. I guess I’m just not used to having dogs around the house. Becky decided as she finished up her diner. Soon, they had eaten and Sandra cleared the table, dropping the empty paper plates in a bin and returning to her seat.
“Now for the surprise.!” She announced.
“Do you know Paul Masters from school Becky?” Becky thought hard for a second as she sieved through a jumble of new names and faces she’d only recently met while attending her new high-school.
“Oh yeah!” She recalled. Paul Masters was a weird gothic kind of guy from school. A loner type boy, a couple of years ahead of them at school. She recollected his black greasy hair, supper pale skin and pimply face. Becky couldn’t imagine why a nice girl like Sandy would even know a kid like that.
“Anyway.” Sandy continued with an excited look in her eyes.
“I was telling him you where coming over here tonight, and he gave me a little present to share with you.”
“Awesome!” Denis blurted almost jumping up and down in his seat as Becky starred at her pretty older friend with a perplexed, quizzical, expression. During which time, Sandra, smiling like a cheesier cat, placed a slim white object on the table top and said;
“Surprise!”
“Oh my God. Its a frigging joint!” Rebecca swore in astonishment.
Denis was clapping his boney little hands together in undisguised glee while Sandra brought the marijuana cigarette to her sexy lips, produced a lighter from somewhere and lit it up, taking several large inhalations.
‘Denis?” she offered, gesturing toward her little brother with the joint after holding its sweet, sticky smoke in her lungs and then exhaling mightily.
The excited boy snatched the fatly rolled fag and started puffing away at it as Becky gaped. This evening was turning out a lot different to the hanging out, watching movies or listening to music Sandy had imagined it would be. She’d never have guessed a pretty, intelligent girl like Sandra Orrick would be a marijuana smoking “party girl”. Still. She hadn’t known Sandra that long she told herself.
Becky was indecisive when Denis offered her a turn on the cigarette. God. What would your parents say Becky? She asked herself as she imagined their disapproval. On the other hand, I don’t want my new, and until now, only, best friend thinking I’m a “prude” do I? Besides which, she admited to herself, the idea of doing something so blatantly against the law was thrilling a side of herself she had hardly even knew existed until now. The boy helped make up her mind by suddenly pushing the warm, smoldering butt between her reluctant fingers.
“Go on Becky. Its really good SHIT!’ Becky heard her older, wiser, girlfriend encouraging her.
Oh well. When in Rome I guess! Becky told herself as she took a first, tentative, drag on the pungently fuming cigarette and the acrid, intoxicating smoke filled her inexperienced lungs.
She coughed violently as she handed it over to Sandra. Her next turn, she managed to get a lot more of the thick smoke in without coughing and by her fourth try, everything was feeling quite smooth.
Indeed she felt much more relaxed, just as Sandra had promised. A warm glow spread from her lungs to her finger tips as Becky took yet another deep drag on the roach. Sandy felt a gentle breeze caress her skin and the world seemed such a lovely place to be. Happy voices echoing from the distant race stands reminded her of carnivals with Ferris wheels and toffee apples.
What a lovely, kind wonderful girlfriend, Becky told herself, as she gazed hypnotically at her gorgeous friend opposite, she was enjoying yet another hit on the rapidly disappearing cigarette. God she’s a sexy girl! Becky found herself thinking as she recalled the various reactions the boys at school made as they ogled the enchanting fourteen-year-old’s wiggly walk, or the firm bounce of her breasts while playing volley ball in scanty gym cloths. Yep. She would only need snap her fingers and any boy at school would fall between her feet and worship her, Becky decided as an odd thought occurred.
“Why’d Paul Masters give you a joint anyway Sandy?” Becky blurted, surprised and suddenly giggling at herself for no reason.
“Hah! Sandra coughed while raising a finger to the sky. A reaction that made the intoxicated company spew giggles uproariously.
“Well. Let’s just say I know what that guy likes! She stated with an upraised eyebrow and giggled even harder, causing an un-beckoned vision of Sandra on her knees, doing unspeakable things to Paul Masters private parts as the boy grunted and wheezed above her, in Becky’s fetid imagination. Could that how Sandy earned the “present”? The vivid hallucination shocked Becky’s warm, fuzzy feeling brain, causing her to jolt physically in her seat. Sandy noticed the inexplicable little jump as her little friend struggled vainly to clear her thinking and burst out laughing.
“Hey Denis! I think Miss. Rebecca is a teeny weenie bit stoned now.” She smirked as Denis looked across the table and agreed.
He reminded Rebecca of “Denis the menus” at that moment. Its him! She found her self thinking: The little bratty kid who’s always up to something naughty and loving it. She burst out laughing as if she’d just been told a riotously funny joke.
“Yep I reckon she’s good and stoned now. That’s for sure!” The young lad giggled.
“Hey. I got an idea. How about we play a game? How about we play Truth Or Dare!” Denis suggested, grinning from ear to ear and giggling manically.
“That’s a pretty funny idea Denis!” Sandra replied laughingly with a hand on her chin, exaggerating a look of modesty.
“But I’ll only play if Becky does. How about it Becky? Will you play? Sandy urged her slightly dazed friend while sniggering.
Rebecca had never even heard of the strange game before and told them so.
“Don’t worry I’ll explain everything girlfriend! But we better go inside to play.” The older girl cautioned.
A few moments later they were back in the Orrick’s living room. As Sandra directed, Becky took a seat on the floor, “Denis the menus” (giggle) sat across from her while Sandy ran around the house pulling down window shades. What’s she doing? Becky wonder to herself. Its not sunny out? But Sandy was older and wiser than she was, she reasoned. She’d been a true friend to the new girl at school. Staying close by her side, ever since that first day and helping her get adjusted. Becky felt a real love for Sandy welling up inside her. She wanted to give her friend a big thank you hug for befriending her so quickly, and..
“Ok. These are the rules.” Sandra interrupted Becky’s fond reverie as she plopped down on her sexy, bikini clad ass ,cross-legged, completing a rough ring between the “players” in the center of the room.
“The game is played in rounds. On the 1st round the 1st player asks the 2nd player a “Truth” question. If the 2nd player refuses to answer the 1st players question, the 1st player gets to ask a “Dare” question. You can’t refuse a dare question ever! The 2nd player than questions the 3rd player, and so on, until the next round which is all “Dare” questions. Understood?”
Rebecca burst out laughing. She couldn’t even believe Sandra had said all that just now, let alone expect her to understand it all. But what the hell. I’m sure I’ll figure it out as I go along. When in Rome! She told herself again, tinkling with mirth.
“Ok. I’m going first!” Denis announced excitedly. He looked straight at Rebecca as he asked;
“Rebecca, Have you ever wanted to French kiss another girl and if so. Who?”
Wow. This new game is pretty wild! Becky realized, as she struggled for the best way to answer the unexpectedly adult question.
“I’ll take a dare instead!” She blushed. Denis looked delighted, it was almost as if he’d anticipated her refusal, Becky mused.
“Ok, I dare you to take your bikini off and play the rest of the game in the raw!” The excited eleven year rascal ordered the sexy older girl imperiously.
Rebecca’s slightly buzzing mind pondered the naughty request for a moment. She was vaguely aware that exposing herself in public was something she had been to modest to do in the past. But despite that, she soon found herself on unsteady feet, trying to appear brave as her clumsy fingers fumbled to untie the loose bow of her bikini’s bra.
In another moment, unhooked, it slid from her smooth shoulders, falling to the floor and allowing her proud young breasts to spring fully into view. Becky blushed a mischievous little grin at her approving friends catcalls. The cooler air around her soft, creamy boob flesh felt delicious, and the sheer naughtiness she felt by revealing her bare breasts made her crinkly, pink areola tingle erotically.
Meanwhile, Sandra and her little brother were praising Becky, shouting enthusiasm for her to remove the bikini’s bottoms. She hooked her elegant thumbs into the small, pink briefs and striped them seductively down the full sweeping length of her downy thighs before stepping out of them completely.
All her most private feminine secrets were now fully exposed before her excited young audience, making her feel giddy and deliciously wicked.
It’s funny. She considered. Earlier she’d felt annoyed when Sandra’s little brother had ogled her swim suited body, yet now, she was letting the bratty kid get a good hard look at her completely naked anatomy. She even felt a little thrill of pride at having provoked the obvious hard-on that bulged forward from the boys trunks as his eyes roamed hungrily over Sandy’s body. Denis obviously admired her poochy vagina lips protruding gently through her sparsely covered blond mons and the tingling pink nubs of her fine young boobs.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy Becky!” Denis crowed lustily as he leered. Even Sandra was clapping and congratulating Becky. Then, she told Becky it was time to take her turn at the game.
Becky was feeling deviously free and adult as she tried to concoct a totally naughty question to ask Rebecca next. However, she found the soft buzzing of her drugged mind made thinking clearly difficult, so she settled for;
“Sandra. Have YOU ever wanted to French kiss another girl and if so. Who?”
Sandra grinned wickedly and nodded her pretty head in the affirmative. Denis whooped and make raucous catcalls in obvious delight as she fixed her sultry eyes on Becky’s own and half whispered;
“Can you guess which girl I’m thinking about kissing right now?”
The honesty of her female school chums erotic confession made Becky feel a little awkward and she blushed hotly. Their eyes held long enough for Becky to become aware of a tremendous desire to go to Sandra just then, tell her how grateful she was to, that the lovely girl was her best friend.
Her fetid mind swam with images of soft, feminine red lips meeting, glistening, dainty tongues dancing wildly together. She had never seriously contemplated lesbianism before, but wasn’t surprised to find the idea of tongue kissing with Sandra Orrick appealing to her now. Still, she opted to feign embarrassment and merely pretended to laugh her girlfriend off.
Meanwhile, Sandra had already turned to her little brother and was asking him a “Truth” question:
“Denis. Is it true you have a stiffy right now. And if so. What would you like to do about it?” Every one guffawed hilariously for a moment, before the lad answered.
“Awe shit. That’s to easy!” He snickered as he indicated toward the hugely bulging trouser tent in his Speedos. The thin material clung partially to his small, but fully engorged penis beneath, as it stood out rigidly from his pelvis.
“Sure I got a boner. And its been stiff all afternoon with Becky around.”
The blatantly naughty confession made the blushful Becky giggle uncontrollably, he never took his eyes off her as he continued.
“And sure, if I had my way right now, I’d bend Becky over right here on the floor, spread her nice tight ass-cheeks apart and shove my cock right up her tight little asshole!”
Rebecca was amazed that an eleven year old boy could even think such obscene things, let alone say them to her face. More surprising were the hot tingles the obscene flattery had instantly ignited in her immature pussy. She imagined Denis behind her at that moment, pushing his hard little weenie in-between the spreading rounds of her passive young bottom. She could almost feel his pencil like dick punching its way through her little brown sphincter, and sliding delightfully to-and-fro inside. The obscene thought made her shiver fitfully and wiggle her ass against the carpet.
However, although Rebecca hadn’t minded playing the raunchy game that much so far, Denis’s next question struck her an icy mental blow, even through the drug induced confidence the marijuana in her system had afforded her so far.
“Rebecca. I dare you to let Richter lick your pussy out” The wicked young boy demanded.
Becky’s confused mind whirled, un-comprehendingly, at the filthy little boys amoral suggestion. Fun is fun! But surely Sandra would finally tell her bratty little brother to pull his head in now. She told herself.
Sure enough, her older friend had already moved defensively to her side, embracing her comfortingly and reassuringly.
“I bet Denis shocked you pretty bad eh Becky?” She whispered soothingly as Becky nuzzled her head onto the other girls shoulder and received a comforting, pecking kiss on the forehead. She was quickly relaxing again as she snuggled happily into her supportive older friends plump young bosom.
“But don’t be scared Becky. You’ll love it once you’ve tried it!” Sandra cooed as she made a small nodding gesture to her horny little brother. He hurried from the room, returning almost immediately with the inquisitive Doberman dog by his side.
“But..uhhhhhh?” Becky mouthed, trying to comprehend what was happening as she suddenly became aware of her girlfriend’s cool hands sliding gently over the silky skin of her taught young body. Smoothing delightfully down into her lap, they gently uncrossed the beautiful young girls legs, spreading them open, right in front of the interested dog’s ardent gaze with a firm, but gentle pressure, as she spoke earnestly in Becky’s trusting ear;
“Richter really likes you Becky. When you let him get to know you properly he’ll show you just how much, I promise Ok?
“Ahh..” Was all Becky could mutter bewilderedly as Sandra kissed her forehead, as if in acceptance, while at the same time, adjusting the young girls position. She was cradling her younger friend from behind now, between her own lovely, widely spreading legs, as Becky’s firm round ass and spine backed snuggly against the reassuring pillow of her body.
“Here boy, come and get it!” Sandra encouraged the anxious K9.
She spread the unresisting thirteen-year-old’s legs still further, in invitation, as she pressed her chin at Becky’s shoulder in time to watch her well trained pet crowding quickly in-between the girl’s wide flung knees.
Richter’s primitive brain shivered with primal lust as it analyzed the multiple feminine odors his quivering nostrils vacuumed in. His keen eyes acknowledged the invitingly spread condition of this new female’s unprotected twat. His sensitive olfactory confirmed her feminine ripeness. There was also the familiar, reassuring aroma of his young mistresses permanently in-heat cunt, otherwise unseen, as it pressed snuggly in behind the blond’s ass, drooling its tasty butter-sauce into her bikini’s sopping crotch band.
Sandra spoke gentle words of encouragement as the dog brushed his cold wet nose through the crisp blonde curls of Becky’s helplessly exposed vagina, causing the girl’s breath to catch, as she mewled softly.
Meanwhile, any fears Rebecca had held before, had evaporated completely. She gazed down between her own obscenely wide spread thighs and watched her school friends big dog taking his initial liberties with her passively accepting pussy.
She was blissfully aware of Sandra’s smooth, cooling hands, gently sliding to her breasts, quickly finding the stiff tingling nubs of her buzzing nipples and expertly rolling and pinching them with stroking thumbs. Becky marveled. It was as if her girlfriend responded to her needs with the knowing understanding of a lover many more years experienced than those a normal fourteen-year-old girl could possibly possess.
“Yeah. Lick that juicy blond cunt, boy!” Sandy’s little brother heckled excitedly as he leaned in from close by.
He’s playing with himself! Becky realized as she noticed the boy’s small, but fully engorged cock was now free of his trunks and visibly twisting in his sweaty little hand as he urged his dog to devour Becky’s willing upturned box.
At the same moment, Richter dove his bristling snout into the readily yielding blond-fringed gash with gusto. His searing pink tongue pressed its way wildly though the salty folds and excitingly stinky creases of Becky’s immature, human pussy, like a hot iron on an ironing board, stripping her sparse blonde pubes of their salty, cuntle encrustations with his greedy K9 lips as he went.
Becky was visibly shaking in Sandra’s ardent embrace as the dog started corkscrewing his firm, muscular tongue deeply between Becky’s plump outer labia, stretching the sensitive inner ones below violently aside and plunging into the supper tight, virgin confines of her pure pink girl tunnel beyond.
Becky aided the animal as best she could, instinctively humping her groin onto the dogs intruding cunt-plunger by clenching her athletic buttocks rhythmically against the floor, allowing the straining brute to force his tongue forward grudgingly, inch by squelching inch, deeper with each pumping action of his boney head, until finally it reached the intact flower of her unclaimed virginity.
The young female groaned in deep satisfaction as Richter growled his own out of growing frustration. He desperately longed to sink his fluted tongue to the hilt in his willing new bitch and scoop out her lust inflaming nectar, but he found full access to his intruding oral appendage inexplicably blocked now by something beyond his inhuman understanding.
He twisted and strained his slobbery, fluttering tongue even harder as he tried to drive in deeper into Becky’s tight tube which, despite the dogs strenuous efforts, remained firmly barred by the maddening barrier of the thirteen-year-old virgin’s protective hymen.
“Fuck. What’s up with him? It’s like his tongue’s stuck in the bitch or something?” Denis blurted, questioning his older sister worriedly.
“Are you still a virgin Becky?” Sandra asked sweetly into the quivery, rutting, girls ear.
“Uhh Huh!” Becky confirmed, groaning deliriously within the warm, tingly depths of her passion inflamed, drug assisted stupor.
“Denis, Hold him back for a second!” Sandra ordered as her brother darted in, grabbed Richter by the collar and pulled him away, causing the animals long sticky tongue to withdrawal from the young virgins cunt-mouth with and audible sucking smack.
Becky’s disappointment was sudden and obvious. She questioned Sandra desperately with needful blue eyes while rubbing ineffectually at her ruddily inflamed cunt-lips and mightily aroused clit with two very unsatisfactory fingers.
“I told you you’d love it didn’t I Becky! You don’t want him to stop it now. Do you eh?” Sandra mocked a little teasingly, giggling again.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm.Yeah!” Was all Becky could manage while looking somewhat slightly dazed. Her older, wiser friend took charge of the situation. Guiding her with words of affection and soothing tones to the softly sprung couch nearby. Loving hands made the needed corrections, positioning the trusting young girl to kneel by its edge. The shaky young blond supported her upper torso on her elbows wonderingly. Sandra whispered hotly in her ear ;
“You lucky girl! I wish I could loose my cherry to Richter again.” And before Becky had fully absorbed her girlfriends words, Sandra had motioned her brother to let the whining, frustrated Doberman loose.
Richter’s K9 brain was raging with fuck lust. He already knew what was expected of him now. How many times had naked human females knelt submissively, just as Becky was now, as they supported themselves on the Orrick family’s couch with their smooth buttocks splayed invitingly before him? He’d lost count. Even Sandra and her Mother still often mated with him this way when the mood struck them. And then, although less frequently, there were the other, often young females, like this new blonde one, which although they may resist initially, would eventually be persuaded to satisfy his burning animal desire to fill them with his soupy puppy seed.
On his mistresses queue, Richter closed the distance between himself and the dutifully kneeling virgin teens invitingly upturned buttocks with just two powerful pumps of his finely conditioned hindquarters. He tackled the surprised young human from the rear so violently that he knocked her plump chest flat across the sagging lounge.
“Oh GOD!” Becky managed to blurt as she tried desperately to regain the breath the animals weight had knocked from of her. His heavily muscled, bristly upper body had landed fully on her lower back with a meaty thump.
“Arrghhg. Help! The terrified teen begged Sandra, who, still by her side, had grabber the girls upper arm, quite possibly stopping the frightened girl from being torn physically from the couch.
‘Sshh. Everything’s going to be ok!” Sandra shushed.
Richter clamped his powerful forepaws in a vice like grip around Rebecca’s slender waist and in the same motion dragged her curvaceous young hips and ass in and under his already violently humping hindquarters.
During the next few minutes Becky could only prey for survival as her drug impaired brain tried to process the coliderscope of sensory stimulation it received. There were sounds of sexual frenzy all around. Sandra’s younger brothers raucous shouting was a steady tirade of obesities like:
“Yeah fuck it boy! Fuck her good!”, “Fuck her tight little cunt!” and “Fuck that little bitch!” while Sandra’s beautiful soothing contralto contrasted by imploring her to “Just relax”, “Don’t fight it!” and “Just go with the flow!” As she kneeled beside Becky and did her best to add stability to the straining waif, struggling beneath her hulky K9 lover.
Meanwhile, Richter snorted and puffed like a rattling locomotive above Becky’s swaying back as he stabbed his cock purposefully at Becky’s exposed rear with his shiny hips.
Sandra marveled at her virile pets bright pink prodder, its wickedly pointy end was already in a direct line of fire with the passively lipped entrance to Becky’s virgin funnel. She almost felt sorry for the squealing little girl as Richter’s “practice stabs” punched his male spear savagely into her wiggly inner thighs and bouncing butt meat. She reached beneath to Becky’s juddering boobs, giving a quick, reassuring squeeze of female solidarity as her friend endured the necessary pain of becoming the dogs newest human bitch. Just then, Richter’s knocking prick-head found Becky’s virgin cunt-door.
“Oooooh GOD! Becky bellowed in pain as all of Richter’s body parts acted simultaneously with the explicit purpose of impaling the struggling human bitch beneath his humping carcass with his piercing animal cock.
The synchronized convulsion rammed his skewering cock-shaft all the way through Becky’s fluttering fuck-mouth and shredded the obstructive virgin membrane of her hymen forever, sweeping aside its ruined taters as the wild fucker continued to flense a searing path to the furthest reaches of Becky’s now deflowered fuck tunnel.
Sandra stroked Richter’s rutting flank in admiration as small streaks of crimson appeared on Becky’s wildly shaking, creamy thighs, a sure sign to Sandra that her beloved pets cock had triumphed over her silly young friends irritating cunt blockage. Richter now had all the pleasure giving access Becky’s tight young cunt could give him.
“Good boy, Now fuck her pain away.” Sandra encouraged her pet as he sawed his long, deeply buried cunt-rasp back and forward inside the tight ravaged tube of Becky’s now thoroughly defiled canal.
Meanwhile, Becky had already recovered from the brutal initial onslaught of the inhuman fucking. As the dogs pluggering tool found its stride within her, she found the pain she’d experienced as the dog popped her cherry fading rapidly, replaced instead with a rapidly building pleasure deep within her previously untapped innards.
She was aware, now and then, of Sandra stroking her cheek or tweaking her wildly tingling nipples as she felt the dogs quickly bloating penis within her. Pressuring apart the virginal walls of her vaginal canal, the dog’s pre-cum leaked out around his expanding knot and trickled down between her quaking thighs.
“Don’t worry Becky! He’ll cum in you soon!” The knowing fourteen-year-old observed. The dog had changed his stroke. He continued to poke Rebecca, unfurling her wrinkled inner cunt tract as it stretched elastically around the fully expanded dog cock.
“Arrrgh,” Becky moaned. “It feels so good!” She wheezed as the first pulsing squirts of Richter’s dog cum erupted deep within her, baptizing her never before fucked pussy with his acrid, inhuman sperm. It spewed hot, gushing puppy-batter into her gratefully clenching womb, triggering the most powerful orgasm of her young life at that same moment.
After several minutes of dog and girl pulsing in mutual orgasm, Richter had finally emptied several quarts of his cum into his new bitch. Quite satisfied with himself , he plopped his shriveling prong from the moaning, thoroughly fucked ex-virgin and sauntered off to his kennel to lick himself clean of her stinky blood and drying juices.
Meanwhile, Sandra, still slumped across the couch, felt a sudden pressure at her rear. For a moment she thought the dog had returned for more, but then she felt boney figures at her hips, turning in time to realize Sandy’s bratty brother was behind her, fully naked.
Before she could raise an objection, and no doubt aided by the greasy dog goo that already lubricated her spread ass cheeks and winking but hole, Denis pumped his slender penis easily through Becky’s puckering anal ring. She started to complain, but before his small ball-sack had bumped her ass cleft more than a few times, the young lad, already well beyond white-hot with fuck lust, jetted his thick white sperm in to Becky’s tightly gripping shit shoot .
“You dirty little basted!” Becky spat as the youth pulled out his rigid-digit while it was still squirting cum. A thick white glob splattered on Becky’s back as he did so.
“Denis you naughty boy!” Sandra scolder as the kid pumped the last few squirts of his cum from his rapidly dissipating hard-on with his hand.
“Sorry Becky. I just really needed that, especially after we’d talked about it in the game!” He giggled.
“Oh Yeah! I’d forgotten all about the game!” Becky managed to reply, still in a daze from everything that had happened to her in the last few minutes. Damn! Becky told herself. I’ve just lost my vaginal virginity to a fucking dog and my anal virginity to a bratty little boy whose even younger than I am! She knew she should feel humiliated. But somehow, that isn’t how she felt.
“Well, I guess we all won something from the game after all?” Becky said after she’d caught her breath for a few moments. The after glow of her recent orgasm and the remnants of marijuana coursing through her bloodstream, mixing pleasantly in sparkling embers within her well fucked body.
“Not quite. There was the French kissing remember?” Sandra reminded, moving in to cuddle her from close by.
“But don’t worry Becky. Tonight you’re sleeping in my bed with me and we’ll make that dream come true to, just as much as you want.” Sandra promised as she kissed Becky’s beatific, sweaty, smiling face.
“And tomorrow, I’ll show you what other fun we can get up to around the showground!”
But that, dear reader, is a story for another time.

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The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Six)

Sorry this one took so long, I didn’t know how I wanted to write it. I hope you enjoy it, leave comments and do leave rude one, if you don’t have something nice to say then don’t say it at all. Also I changed my mind on how I want to finish the story, originally i was going to end it on Part Six but from all the comments I’ve read you guys seem to like this story so I’m probably going to finsh this story in three more parts. Also i apologize if there is grammar mistakes sometimes I usually don’t catch them all. Thank you.

SCALLY DELIGHTS CH.1 – DALE MA’ BOY

All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between a teenager and a middle aged married man. The teenager dominates the man.
If you don’t like this type of story leave right now, you’ve been warned.
PS: I am not a native English speaker so grammar might not be perfect, but I hope you will enjoy the story regardless.