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Meeting with Diane

MEETING WITH DIANE
Diabolus
After I lost a second wife to a man I had encouraged to fuck her I decided on a change of ‘hobby’. Instead of watching other men fucking my wife I was going to do a bit of serious fucking for myself – other men’s’ wives or daughters this time – and not caring whether the woman concerned agreed to be fucked or not! Both my wives thought I was a wimp. I was going to prove to a few other women, and to myself that I was NOT! The first thing I did was to change my job – too many people knew me in the international oil business. I became a trusted executive with a merchant bank in the City of London.
That is where I met my first target – Diane. She was employed in the administration offices in the Bank where I worked. She was no glamour girl, but was quite pretty with a good body, nice legs and natural big tits. A little overweight perhaps, but with everything in proportion. Whenever she came near me she would rub her tits against my arm or my shoulder, but when I tried to get nearer to her, or to touch her, she moved away. She was a prick teaser; she would soon learn what I thought of prick teasers!
It just happened that I had to go away on business for a few days a couple of months after I joined the Bank and decided I needed someone with me from the administration office to take notes of the discussions that were scheduled to take place. Guess who I chose?
We travelled by train to the location where the business meeting was to be held and were on friendly terms during the journey, having a few drinks in the buffet car and chatting about work and minor personal matters. Diane had booked us into a fairly good hotel in the centre of town, in adjoining single rooms. I couldn’t have expected anything else I suppose, but this was a mistake she was going to suffer for later!
After checking in at the hotel we went to our own separate rooms and prepared for the evening meal and a few more drinks – we had arranged to meet in the hotel bar at 7:30. When I saw her enter the bar that evening, my eyes almost left their sockets. Loose summer skirt, bare legs, low healed shoes and a white, almost transparent, blouse over a white bra. I could just see her beautiful nipples staring at me through the material. Christ, I was going to really enjoy this later!
We had the meal, typical hotel food, not much of it, and very expensive. Still the Bank credit card took care of that, so no problem. Following a few more drinks – but not too many, I don’t fuck drunks – we made our way to our separate rooms. I allowed her a few minutes to herself before knocking on her door. I was sorry, but there were certain papers in her case that I needed to look at before tomorrow morning’s meeting. She opened the door, still fully dressed, and let me into her room. As I entered Icarefully slipping the door catch behind me.
I just gave her time to open her briefcase and bend to take out the papers – which I certainly had no intention of looking at that night – before I struck. My Swiss Army knife, small, but with a very sharp blade, was touching her under the ribs before she knew what was happening. As I turned her towards me I gave her a couple of sharp smacks to the mouth, grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the floor. She didn’t make a sound, just collapsed and curled into the foetal position. I soon cured her of that; a good kick in the lower back soon made her unwind – stupid bitch! She had made a bit of noise while this was going on, but no scream, just a series of loud whimpers – she must have been in shock. Now to get her into my room. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up and dragged her towards the connecting door, which I unlocked – I’d done my side earlier. With the knife now at her throat we passed through into my room.
The first thing to do was to make quite sure she would stay fairly quiet. With the knife still at her throat I grabbed a strip of duct tape from the dressing table – prepared earlier – and stuck this firmly across her mouth. To make sure it stayed in place I then wound a couple more strips over her mouth and behind her head. Now I was ready. The next thing was to keep her still and to position her where I wanted her. I had come prepared, plenty of cable ties (assorted sizes) and nylon cord cut to convenient lengths. I also had a couple of wide leather belts (but more of them later). After grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to the floor, on her belly, I secured her hands tightly behind her back with cable ties then pulled her ankles back to her thighs and tied her ankles very tightly to the tops of her thighs with nylon cord. I then flipped her over onto her back and she was ready, wrists secured behind her back and knees pointing upwards and outwards. Her skirt had ridden up almost to her waist so I got a wonderful view of her milky white thighs and the V of her tight white panties. What now? Well the clothes could come off for a start – mine first, let her see what she was getting!
When I was naked I started on the prick teaser. First to come off was the skirt. I grabbed the waistband and sliced from there to the hem with my knife, it was off. The tight white panties were lovely, and there were a few strands of light brown pubic hair poking through the lower edges. I do love a hairy cunt, not too much and this bitch was just right. Now for the top – I was looking forward to this! A quick tug at the front, the buttons popped, and it was open, giving me a much better view of those nipples through the bra. The bra was easy too; a slit up the front and it was gone – big beautiful tits on display. She was crying and whimpering by this time, but who gives a fuck – she’d really have something to cry about soon.
God my hardon was beginning to hurt. Here I was, naked, with Diane on the floor, hands tied and unable to make a sound, in just her little white panties. A spot of humiliation for the prick teaser first I think. Standing over her, cock in hand I started to toss myself off over the prick-teasing bitch. After a very few, very enjoyable, strokes great gobs of cum were splashing over her neck and face. She squirmed a bit when the jism hit her she wasn’t expecting me to do that! She looked great, jism running down her face and into her hair. Now for the some real fun, the white panties! A quick slit through the crotch and they were just a rag round her waist, that hairy cunt was all mine. Now I don’t like a dry fuck, I do appreciate some lubrication. Again I was prepared – a large tube of KY. A blob of that on my fingers and I was on her, rubbing the cream round her labia and into the mouth of her cunt. Even after the wank, I was still hard and more than ready for another go. Down on top of her, a quick wipe of my knob in the KY round her cunt and I pushed in. Strange, she was much tighter than I expected. I guessed she’d be tight, but there was something there I wasn’t expecting. Christ, a VIRGIN and nearly thirty years old! Fucking hell, I was really going to enjoy this! Push hard and again very hard, and I was all the way in. Now I don’t claim to be one of those 12 inch freaks you read about but a very stiff 7 inch prick forcing its way up your cunt for the very first time must hurt – she certainly wasn’t a virgin anymore. I kept at it banging away, in – out – in – out hard, very hard and very fast. If she could have screamed now I’m sure she would – there was certainly a very pained look on her face. I kept this up for quite a while but eventually I was filling her up – and for her first time too – it felt like gallons of it going in to her.
Now what – we have all night? Well she’s had the joy of being fucked, now how about a bit of pain? The hardened leather belts I had with me were about an inch wide and about a yard long. As soon as I stood up I grabbed two of these, wound them round my fist, and even before Diane had time to recover from her first fuck – WHACK! The first one caught her square across the belly. The next was down between the tops of her thighs and over her cunt, then across her breasts. She tried desperately to turn over but that wasn’t going to help – the next was across her side and over the small of her back. God this was fun! I just kept going, down her legs, back up her belly and even a couple to the side of her face. Big red weals were appearing all over. But I couldn’t reach all of her because of the way I had her tied. I would have to re-think.
It was easy to rearrange things. I just flipped her over, cut the ankle cords and cable tie on her wrists, she was in no condition to fight back but just in case I sat on her while I considered what to do next. Got it, I would make her comfortable on the bed – after all the hotel had been paid for the use of it so why not. It was easy to drag her to the bed and onto her belly, she was nearly unconscious anyway. I then used cord to tie her wrists to the bedposts, pushed several pillows under her belly, so her arse was raised and then tied her ankles, with her legs wide spread to the sides of the bed. Perfect, just what I wanted. I was going to use the belts again to really punish her back and arse, but the position she was in, and my renewed hardon, gave me another idea. I’m not usually into anal, never tried it, and never really fancied it – but what the hell, there’s always a first time for everything? Now where did I put that KY? If her cunt was virgin then I guessed her other hole must be as well, and I was fancying a good tight fuck again. With the KY I lubricated my prick and shoved plenty into her dark little hole. When all was ready I climbed aboard, reached up to grab hold of her hair and aimed my knob at her well-lubricated little hole. But I was getting nowhere – the bitch was trying to stop me gaining access. She was squeezing her arse cheeks together and trying to contract her sphincter. I didn’t like that – if I wanted to fuck her up the arse then she was going to be fucked up the arse, like it or not! To convince her I was right I reached round and dug my thumbnails into the base of her nipples and squeezed hard, very hard. That made her open up! In no time I had all 7 inches rammed inside her and was pumping away. God she was tight and within a couple of minutes I was cumming a gallon of jism into her bowels. I just lay there for a while, enjoying the feeling, and imagining Diane’s pain and humiliation – especially the pain – but what now? Well I still had the leather belts. Again not giving Diane time to recover from the anal fuck I climbed off, wiped my prick on her blouse, and wound the belts round my hand again. WHACK! The first one was across her shoulders, the next lower down, across her back, then her arse, thighs and shoulders again – and finally the soles of her feet. I kept this up for a few minutes but then had to rest, this was damned hard work. Her back was starting to bleed now so I guess Diane thought it was hard work too! After a refreshing beer from the minibar I was ready to try something different. On her back this time I think. Untying her and retying her face up was easy, the cow had passed out. She was now tied on her back with her wrists and ankles secured to the four corners of the bed. Wake up time now, it was no fun if she was going to sleep through it all. A jug full of iced water from the top of the minibar across the breasts and belly did the trick. If she hadn’t been tied down she would probably have hit the ceiling. The next thing to hit her was the belt, across her belly, over her cunt, down the inside of her thighs, back to her cunt and then her tits. The belt had broken her skin again and was streaked with blood. I then shortened the straps, stood over her on the bed and gave her cunt and tits a more thorough thrashing. Judging by the swelling that was building up, and the bleeding weals appearing, I guessed it would be a while before anybody else fucked her, if ever. Maybe the prick teaser had learned a lesson.
I left her like that, but added a couple of refinement. First I tore out a good hank of her pubic hair and slipped it in my pocket – a keepsake to remember her by. I then took the meeting papers I had asked her to take from her briefcase, rolled them into a tight tube and rammed them up her cunt. A dramatic touch that I thought!
After a shower I walked out of the hotel as though nothing had happened and put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door. They will discover her in the morning I suppose, in a hell of a lot of discomfort, but still alive I supposed. OK, she will tell them it was me who did all this to her, and the Police will be after me. But who cares, with the £500,000 I took from the Bank strongroom before I left yesterday and a single air ticket to Rio in my briefcase, who gives a fuck!
I enjoyed that little adventure. If I have any more I shall let you know.
The End

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Turning His Angel Into A Slut pt. 2- The Long Ride Home

I tried so hard to remember what had gotten me here. Could it have happened that first night in the movie theatre? Could it have been when he was fucking me? Could it have been in the theatre today? These are all questions that went through my head.
The first night we went to the movies turned out to be a most memorable one. My “Daddy” wanted a blow job. He didn’t care who was around, or if they saw, he only wanted to release and release he did. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down away from his cock then took his hand and wrapped it around the back of my neck. “ You know what to do little one, suck “Daddy’s” cock like the good little girl I know you can be. You know, the one that is my good girl is to do what she is told no matter what it is or where she is at the time.” Saying that, he lowered my head into his lap.
I was completely too willing to comply. I opened up my dick-sucking lips and wrapped them tightly around his enormous shaft. I slid my mouth up and down the entire length of his cock. My tongue teased his head each time I raised my mouth to the tip of his cock. I began to say “Mmmmmmmmmmmm” to which I was told immediately to “keep quiet.” My “Daddy” however took much pleasure in allowing anyone within earshot to hear the moans and praises to his little one easily. “You’re such a good little girl sucking Daddy’s cock like that, Ohhhhhhh Baby, your Daddy has sure taught you how to handle his big cock, Damn Baby just how much cum can you swallow at once anyway?”
A certain woman sat about 4 rows in front of us and she made sure to wait in the theatre well after the credits until we walked out. She glared at me letting me know just what a greedy cum swallowing slut I really was. My Daddy simply put his hand on the back of my neck, kissed my forehead, and said “You are such a good little girl to suck me so well and swallow so much cum for me my little one.” I smiled and licked my lips placing my head against his chest. We left the theatre and returned home uneventfully.
Perhaps it was when he was fucking me that got me into trouble. He asked me which position I wanted to be fucked in this time and I said “Whatever position you want Daddy.” He said again “Little one, I want to know how you want to be fucked.” I replied once again “I want what you want Daddy.” He returned an “Oh really, then get on your back.”
Once he had me on my back, he slid my ass all the way up against his knees and placed my ankles on his shoulders. He shoved his bulging 7 inch cock hard into my pussy fucking it extremely hard. He told me “Then how do you like this? Is this what you fucking want my fucking little slut? Do you like me fucking you this hard you bad little girl?” I managed to grunt out “Yes Daddy” in between heavy thrusts. When I could take no more, I put my hand up and told him to please stop. He stopped for a few seconds and said “Excuse me” followed by an even harder fuck than before.
After he had cum 5 times, he said, we’ll deal with that comment of yours later. Get up and get dressed. I did and we were off to the movies.
This time the theatre was packed. There was no way we could enjoy his blow jobs, not without being arrested or being thrown out at least.
Once the movie was over and we reached the car I thought all was good. He unlocked the car doors and I sat down into the car in the well-lit parking lot. He immediately grabbed my head and shoved my mouth to the head of his cock, telling me to “Get to work my pet on that cock.” I opened up my lips and began taking his cock into my mouth as to get the deed over with as quickly as possible. I began sucking like I had never done before and he reached orgasm within maybe 2 minutes.
When he was finished, I swallowed every drop of his semen and lifted my lips off his cock and said “Thank you Daddy for filling my mouth with cum, I needed that.” He replied “I did not say you were done little one, this is your punishment. You are to suck my cock the whole hour trip home. I expect you to keep count of the orgasms and the mouthfuls of cum you swallow, is that understood?” I said “But Daddy,” only to be reminded of what those words cause. He forced my mouth back down on his cock and said “That’s all you are good for is sucking my cock and swallowing my cum you cum slut.”
I let out a muffled agreement as my mouth was full of cock. Once we approached the turn off of the interstate, he took a left instead of the right needed to go towards our home. It didn’t take me long to realize that this was for my pleasure so that I could suck him even longer and get my belly even more full of his seed. He drove about 15 minutes further down the road, me sucking furiously all the way before he turned around.
Once we turned around and got back on the right path, the streets were very well lit the whole way. We seemed to hit every red light between the theatre and our home. Several times we would be pulled up beside an eighteen wheeler at the stop light. The trucker would honk in approval at which time my “Daddy” would have me raise up and look at the trucker and lick my lips before going back down on his throbbing cock once again.
After he had cum 6 or 7 times in my mouth, he began to shove his cock down my throat, fucking my mouth hard. Pausing only briefly when he would feel my throat spasm as it was on the brink of gagging. He would say “Be a good girl, open that throat up, let me feel those lips on my sac instead of the base of my shaft.” I would relax enough for his head to slide down my throat and he would fuck my throat continuously until I could feel his sperm slide smoothly down my throat into my stomach.
This awakened a side of him I had never seen. One that only wanted to release more, no matter the price to me, only cumming mattered. He would fuck my face diligently, knowing that the deep penetration would tease my gag reflex, which in turn would tighten my throat around his swelling cock. The tighter my throat got, the rougher he got. His words of praise became words of disgust, because I wasn’t making him get off quick enough or that I shouldn’t be gagging when he was fucking my mouth. Each time he came, I would raise my mouth off of him just enough that “Thank you for your cum ‘Daddy’” could be understood.
By the time we pulled into our driveway, he had cum over 30 times. I raised my mouth to get up and he said “Not quite yet my little one, we have an audience.” Our next door neighbors were standing in their driveway directly across from our car. “Make me cum once more and we will go inside.” I sucked him for what seemed like 20 minutes when he shoved my head down to the hilt and began to release. I sucked his cock hard milking it of any cum that still remained inside.
“Very good girl, my little one, you sure were hungry for ‘Daddy’s’ cum weren’t you?” I licked my lips and cooed “Yes ‘Daddy’ thank you SO MUCH for filling my belly up.” I must have swallowed at least Ÿ cup of cum on the long ride home.
He took my hand and we walked up the driveway. At once, a smirk came across my face. ‘Daddy’ looked at me and said “What is it my little one?” I leaned my head onto his chest and as loudly as I could I asked “’Daddy’ do you wanna fuck?” He stroked my head and said “Yes, my pet, if that is what you wish then fuck you I will.” We walked into the house and to our bedroom. As he was closing the door he said “Just wait until you see this next surprise that I have for you.”
To Be Continued




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A Door Closing (pt I)

I had just dropped Winnie off at her apartment, after a night of hanging out at a mutual friend’s place. There was little fanfare as she climbed out of my car, just the usual “Call me tomorrow.” Of course I’d call her tomorrow, I’d called her every day, or vice-versa, for the last 5 months. Winnie and I had met online one night and had good conversation, and decided to meet for drinks the next night. We’d hit if off immediately and got along like that. We’d left the bar and gone back to her apartment after a few hours of live music, beer, and billiards. At her apartment we smoked some weed, and I got acquainted with her orange tabby Frodo, and we sat around and talked and asked each other the usual questions. We made out briefly that night and the next, and while we both enjoyed each other’s kisses, there was an underlying trepidation in us both, and the kissing ended after the second night. We hung out nearly every night yet, shooting pool and drinking and dancing and going to parties and playing drunken Scrabble. We loved each other’s company and always had a blast together. She was 22, seven years my junior, tall and naturally beautiful, with the silliness and exuberance of a young girl.
Our friendship abruptly turned romantic one weekend a few months later while partying with a friend who’d moved to a town a couple hours away. I apparently did something that turned her on, and our desires got the best of us, and as our friend was visibly jealous of our new found affection for one another (he wanted her), we made a hasty drive back to Winnie’s apartment at 3am to consummate our new relationship. This new relationship lasted but a week or so, but in that time we had a lot of great sex, spending all day every day together. It was strange and some what scary for me, actually making love again….caring for the girl I was having sex with. Winnie was scared too, and we agreed together after dinner one evening that we were better off as friends. We resumed our friendship fairly easily, though there was some obvious tension and dispute between us. I wasn’t concerned, as Winnie had decided to move back to Colorado and get back together with her ex in a few weeks, and I knew the distance would either make or break the friendship. We continued to hang out every night, but this night, driving her home from our friend’s, was the first time we’d been alone since ending our fling several weeks prior.
It was only about 1am when I pulled away from Winnie’s place, and I decided that I wanted to get a hold of Sonya, a cute little 19 year old that I’d met and started fucking a week or so after Winnie and I stopped our romance. Problem was, Sonya’s cell phone was shut off, and as it was too late to call her parents’ house, the only way I had to contact her was online, and my computer at home was sick. I stopped at my work, a new car dealership that I had keys to, to use one of the computers in the shop to get online. If Sonya wasn’t online, maybe a new girl was. I got inside the shop, went to my usual computer and signed onto yahoo messenger. Damn, Sonya wasn’t online; I left her a message to call me on her home phone when she could, and prayed that I’d be hearing her screams of delight later on. I lit a cigarette as I perused the girls online in my town, but no one new was on. I decided to read some news online and finish my smoke, and go home and wait for Sonya to hopefully call.
Just as I was finishing reading one last article, Winnie popped up on my buddies list.
“Hey” I wrote her.
“Hey” She responded. “Are you at work?” She knew I stopped there at night to get online sometimes.
“Yup, just wanted to check something on eBay”
“Yeah, I figured, I called your house to see if you were home yet”
“Why, what’s up?” I asked.
“Oh nothing, just don’t feel like going to sleep yet. You should come back over.” This caught my attention.
“For what?” I answered, having a decent idea of what she was getting at.
“I feel like being bad…we should have one last night in bed together.”
This caused a quick stir throughout my body, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough by the thoughts of the way Sonya loved to bounce up and down frantically on my cock.
Winnie and I conversed through this idea of one last romp in the hay. We were both concerned about complicating existing matters more. She was, after all, leaving town in just a week at this point, and her ex-soon-to-be-current boyfriend was to arrive in a few days to help move her. We’d ended our sexual relationship neatly, and although there was the previously mentioned tension and petty dispute, we’d stayed completely civil and close. Very little changed, we just stopped sleeping together. Winnie had, in fact, met Sonya once when I brought her over to our mutual friend’s. Winnie knew I was sleeping with Sonya, but showed not the slightest hint of jealousy and was her usual friendly silly self, even commenting to me how cute and little Sonya was. (it was comical to see 6’, 160 lb Winnie standing next to 5’1, 100 lb Sonya) We loved each other dearly, and both saw our friendship as invaluable (and happily still do two years later). We decided to act like adults and heed logic instead of our libidos, and so decided that I wouldn’t be driving back over to Winnie’s apartment for a farewell fuck.
to be continued…..

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Veronicas secret

It was a warm summer’s day in Pittsburgh. The sweat was dripping off my forehead as my girlfriend and I drove down route 86 in my Chevy Cavalier. We were on our way to my mother in-laws house for dinner. This was the same ritual that I had to deal with Sunday after Sunday. Well I mean it wasn’t all that bad
 for a 57 year old woman Shannon’s mom was quite attractive. She was a slender woman with large breasts, and a tight ass. Oh how I dreamed of fucking her.
“Shannon turn that radio down, I cant hear myself think.” “Oh sorry Anthony, what are you trying to think about?” “I’m thinking about pulling this car over and fucking you right now Shannon!” “ Oh Anthony, we don’t have time, we are supposed to be at my moms in half an hour. But I know what we do have time for.” As I was driving down the road, Shannon unbuckled my pants and pulled out my hard cock. It was 14 inches long erect and throbbing. She slowly started licking my balls, and worked her way up to the shaft of my dick. Then without hesitation she took the whole 14 inches in her mouth. As we drove down the highway she took my cock in her mouth and moved her head up and down, taking in every inch of my salami stick. I knew I couldn’t take it much longer, and I was going to blow my load in her mouth. “Oh God Shannon I’m gonna cum, Oh God!” my throbbing meat stick was pulsating out load after load of cum. “Oh god I’m gonna cum again!” I screamed as I blew a second full load of cum. Shannon looked up at me as she swallowed every last load. Hurry up, we are almost there I said, as we pulled in the driveway.
I found a moist towellete in the glove compartment for Shannon to clean up with. We went inside, gave our smiles and sat down for the usual dinner. At the table there was small conversation about new happenings, but I tired of the simple ramble quite fast. I looked over at Shannon who was letting those luscious lips run as she conversed. I suddenly felt that raging urge to just fuck something. Anything. I walked into the kitchen to hide my sudden erection. I slid my hands to the under side of my pants, feeling myself spastically. The door abruptly opened to reveal Shannon’s mother, Veronica. Though she was 57, age does not hold my raging boner down from her body. I don’t know what came over me, but I had stated that she was beautiful. It just came out without my consent. However there was no stunning reaction, she simply starred into my eyes and confronted me. Face to face we stood, I couldn’t help myself to not place my hand on her shoulders. I slowly slid the strap of her brassiere down the side of her smooth arm. As soon as the strap came of her elbow her perky nipples popped out. I slid my tongue down her bosoms and suckled on her teet. Moaning roared, so I jerked her over to the laundry room. We shut the door and continued relentlessly. I couldn’t hold it anymore, I reached in and flung out my anal rocket and threw it towards her face. She grabbed hold of my beating rod and began to tickle my telecaster. The feeling was amazing, that’s when I realized it wasn’t only Shannon, who could please me, I see it runs in the family. I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her against the washing machine while it was running. The machine was banging against her huge tits. I grabbed a hold of my tool and rammed it in her tight ass. I moaned and asked why hasn’t Richard explored this region yet? She was speechless, but replied with a deafening groan. She turned her head to reveal tear-filled eyes. I wouldn’t stop. Not even for Shannon. I continued to thrust harder and harder till I felt that familiar feeling again. I felt like I was on the tip of exploding. I demanded that she put her face to my cock so I could blow my love juice all over her. She resisted, which angered me deeply. I pulled out my fish and tackle and spit on her back as to replicate my cum. She turned with relief. Unfortunately for her I released my steaming jizz onto her gussied up face. I didn’t want to but I didn’t hesitate to slap her across the head as my seamen oozed off her chin. She wouldn’t speak, but I knew she loved it. I grabbed Richards fancy hand towel from the hanger and threw it to Veronica. I told her to clean her self up, the Turkey is burning.
After dinner I felt quite tired as to all this excitement that overcame me today. I told Shannon that we needed to go home. All the time during dinner I felt very awkward as I knew Richard had a slight idea of what went on while I “helped” veronica stuff the turkey. Right before we left Richard asked me to see him in the dean. I was so nervous, and sweat was pouring out of me. As my heart pounded I slowly walked into the den. When I walked into the door, I saw something I would never forget. Richard was bouncing a towel on his crotch. When I asked what the hell he was doing he replied “I’m fucking a Fi-Fi.” He then pulled the lotion filled rubber glove surrounded in a towel off of his rickety crank. I was appalled and said that he was disgusting. He then ran over to me and grabbed my shoulder. The words he whispered into my ear changed my life forever. “I know you fucked my wife, and if you don’t pleasure me right now I’m telling Shannon.” What was I supposed to do, I loved Shannon and couldn’t lose her, but I sure didn’t want that wrinkly old penis in my virgin cherry ass. But love is a strong thing and I did what I had to do. “Okay, fine what do you want” I said with a disgusted look upon my face. Richard replied with pulling my trousers to my feet. He said I want to suck your cock and feel your hott cum in my mouth that’s all I ask of you. I closed my eyes and thought of Shannon as he sucked on my bottle rocket. After about two minutes I blew my load in his mouth as he swallowed every last drop. When I got into the car I looked at Shannon and said I love you. That was one hell of a day wasn’t it hun. She smiled with a clueless look on her face and agreed.

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The Neighbor Next Door

It was a regular day I went out for the morning paper when I spotted a new neighbor moving in across the street and what happened next resulted in the most spontaneous sex I ever had.

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April Fools

April Fools
A co-worker said to me, “Everybody’s got a broken heart story!” I imagine that they do. I had a lot of trouble getting over mine. You’ll never know how many times I wrote this story, reliving the moments described here. This is a true story. In the interest of my good mental health it’s far past time for me to post this story and delete all copies I have of it and be done with it. Don’t ask me for additional copies, real names or real places. Any mail I receive regarding this story will be ignored and forgotten.
April Fool’s Day of 2003 – “Playing the Fool”
I used to work nights at the hospital. I liked how quiet the hospital was on night shift. With only a few duties to perform, I often read all night long. At the end of night shift would come a beautifully still morning, where I could go downtown and take care of daily business before most people were awake.
The only problem with night shift is not being able to sleep with my girlfriend, Jane. Because her schedule was opposite of mine, she had stayed home all night and would go to work later in the day. The only time I had a chance to be with her was early mornings. I treasured these mornings we had together. My future plans at the time included not only mornings together, but living our lives together.
I walked softly down the hall in the early morning light, trying not to wake my neighbors in the adjacent apartments. I opened the door and threw my coat on a nearby chair. I tiptoed to the bedroom door hoping I could slide quietly into bed with my lover, Jane. As I neared the door, I noticed it was shut. As I stood just outside the door I heard a low sounding noise.
I will never forget what I saw next as I walked into the room. That moment will replay in my head for many years to come. Laying flat on his back was Joe, my best friend, reaching for the sheets to cover his nude body and not doing a very good job of it. Jane was laying next to him with her arm and head resting on his large and hairy chest. Still gripping his cock in her hand, she continued to stroke his length under the thin covering. Both were naked under desert print designer waterbed sheets.
I stood there stunned, like a deer in front of headlights. A thousand emotions ran threw me in just a few heartbeats. Time stopped. The feelings of jealousy, rage, shame, betrayal, love and hate and even sexual interest quickly overwhelmed me. I felt like a flashlight that had just been jumpstarted with an arc-welder. My breakers tripped. My fuses blew.
Thought turned OFF. Then a feeling of numbness. I just stood there. Joe didn’t take his eyes off the ceiling. He just layed there. Jane regarded me calmly across Joe’s chest. I couldn’t see any emotion reflected in her brown eyes.
Slowly, her knee moved under the sheet and slid across his waist as she climbed over him. The sheet dropped slid abruptly down as she sat up astride his lap, looking down at him for a few moments. Then bending forward, she lay on his chest as she kissed him. She moved her small breasts across the roughness of his chest. Her kisses became more passionate and urgent.
I saw her hand move between them, reaching down under her. Although I couldn’t see her hand, I knew she was guiding the tip of his erection toward the opening of her sex. Raising her body slightly, she supported herself on both arms. Jane arched her buttocks slightly and with a dreamy smile pushed herself downward onto him, taking as much of his cock inside her as she could.
I couldn’t believe it! They didn’t care who was watching. There were no apologies offered, no angry words exchanged. They simply IGNORED me and continued to fuck each other as I stood there.
Placing her hands flat on his chest she sat upright, rocking her hips backward and forward to work his swollen member deeper inside her. Leaning back, she flipped her hair backwards out of her face revealing the angelic expression on her face as she made love to my best friend. Her enjoyment was obvious as she sat on his lap totally impaled by him.
Her hands carressed his face and ears, fingers trailing through his beard and down his neck towards his chest. Joe was already holding her small breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples until her areolas had darkened. His large hands curled about her pale neck pulling her body down closer to him, bringing the stiffened tips of her tits towards his lips and tongue, kissing and sucking them. Reaching around her shoulders he pinned her body on top of his own.
In a rhythmic and fluid motion only capable on waterbeds, he arched his hips upward while he held her tightly, increasing his pace. Jane was unable to move her body, except for her hips. She rolled her pelvis downward to meet each of his upward thrusts.
Jane’s breath escaped her in small puffs as she bore her weight down on top of him, filling her womb with his mammoth cock. The waterbed made gradually louder slopping sounds under her movements. The room filled with the sweet musk of sex. With her eyes half closed, she bucked and writhed against him in pleasure as his enormous cock filled her pussy again and again and again.
Suddenly, Jane’s lips parted slightly, releasing a moan. His back muscles strained with the effort to drive his cock upward into her. Her buttocks slapped hard against his hairy legs while her petite breasts bounced up and down. The muscles of her stomach and inner thigh quaked uncontrollably as her hips jerked downward, harder and faster, as she ground her body into his.
“Yes..yes..make-me-come,” Jane tried to whisper as she attempted to regain control of her voice. Her face contorted in the immense effort of achieving a colossal orgasm.
Unexpectedly he reached up to grab her by the waist and flipped her from over him to underneath him. Jane cried out when the entire length of his glistening wet cock was violently withdrawn from inside her. She opened her legs into a wide, flat vee, wanting him to finish her. The wetness of her pussy was visible as the folds of her vagina parted and were opened.
“Oh please”, she begged. “I want you inside me! Fuck me! Put it back!”
Joe turned to me and grinned evilly. “See! The bitch LIKES it!” Positioning himself directly above her, he suddenly shoved the length of his long wide cock into her with a loud grunt. Her eyes opened wide as she cried out at the intensity of being filled again. Her hips jerked upward against his as she wrapped her raised legs around him locking her heels across his buttocks, and tightening.
“Oh..oh..oh-oh-oh-more-faster-FASTER!”, she cried with increasing volume. “I want you to come inside me!”
He grunted with each downstroke as he slammed his swollen length into her pussy. The lips of her pussy were visibly swollen from the rush of blood to her sexual organs.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!”, she howled as her hips gyrated under his at the pinnacle of her orgasm. Her toes clenched above his buttocks as her body contracted under under him. “Come inside me, quickly!”, she shouted into his ear, and his grunts became louder and his movements quickened. Soon, his back arched in ecstasy, pumping his sperm deep into her womb, his hips moved as if on puppet strings. Finally he collapsed on top of her, obscuring her upper body from my view. But I could see the sex soaked lips of my lover’s pussy wrapped around the damp softening shaft of another man.
When he rolled off from atop her, they both gasped at the sensation their sensitized glands made as he withdrew his semi-erect penis from her. Neither one of them even looked at me. She laid still on the bed with her eyes closed, breathing fast and hard as if she had just finished a foot race. Jane’s legs, still open in a wide vee, started to relax and her knees fell to lay flat on the bed. The combined juices of their lovemaking were slathered over the inside of her legs and made an ever increasing wet spot on the bedlinens. She basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking while Joe lit a cigarette.
Embarassed and hurt, I left the room. Now that they were finished, I hoped she would come out of MY bedroom to tell me it was over between us. I went to the bathroom to splash water in my face, hoping it would calm me enough to make some new plans in my life.
SLAM! The bedroom door had been violently shut sending me a message that I was no longer welcome here. The click of the lock completed the finality of the statement. As I stood in the bathroom staring into the mirror, I heard the headboard start to rhythmically bump the wall adjacent to the bathroom.
Jane’s moans, muffled through the wall, signalled that she was well on her way to another climax. I didn’t have to see her to know that. I knew intimately well how she made love to a man. I can still see her in my mind’s eye. I picked up my coat and keys and left.
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Its a true story of me and my girl who meet after 13 yrs and how they celebrate with overcoming all the obstacles