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Halcyon Girl

Halcyon Girl
The blood is pounding in my ears so loudly that I can barely hear what she is saying to me. I look up from the ground and I stare into her eyes. Those eyes. They’re boring into me like a pair of blue blow-torch flames, burning straight through me and out the other side, any steely countenance I put up melting under that beautiful, endless stare. Those eyes. She could melt the stars with those eyes, if she wanted, the black lashes fluttering gracefully, fanning the heat of her stare. The face that these seductive sapphires stare from is soft and round, and has not inherited any of the sternness of her mother’s, nor had she inherited her mother’s fervent unmerited snobbishness. My own guileless mud-brown eyes drift across her, seeing, observing, and approving of every nuance. Raven-dark hair cascades down around that perfect face in a waterfall of shimmering midnight, darker than the sky behind us. It collects at her neck, like sultry silk, riveting blackness that accentuates the wholesome perfection that is my halcyon girl. Her nose is petite, and pointed, slightly turned up, with tiny nostrils that flare like a bull’s when she is being stubborn. Her lips are full, and red, with the color and the texture of the petals on a long stem-rose. High cheeks, red from embarrassment, turn her face from a solemn frown into an enchanting, mesmerizing smile. Her smile is perfect, a timid thing that captures me in its simplicity. Her skin is pale like white light, which seems to glow softly against the pitch blackness of the moonless sky. As she turns her head away, the radiant sight of her face is obscured by her raven-dark hair. Her short, slender frame shivers in a sudden breeze that drifts across the summer night, and she pulls herself close to me in an embrace, holding me tightly. She is clothed in a long, red shirt that clings tightly to her body, and the fabric is a soft, soft material. Soft, yes, but not as soft as the feeling of her small, fragile hands on mine. She is so close to me, closer than I can stand after all the years I’ve spent pulling away from her. I can smell the perfume in her hair, a faint but unmistakable scent of pale roses shriveling in a chilled summer’s night. She’s staring up at me again, and my heart judders in my chest like a run-down car on an old dirt road when I force myself to meet her gaze. She looks at me, the stare of some beautiful, exotic predator. Her eyes, holding me in place, paralyze me with their hypnotic charm. She pushes herself up onto the tips of her toes, the old floor-boards of the porch creaking and the cold of the wind chilling my ears. Her kiss is silent, a swift interminable moment, embedding its brief life into the bedrock of my memories. Her lips are soft bliss on mine, and the brush of her raven-dark hair against my neck is exaltation made manifest.
I kiss back, my clumsy arms wrapping themselves around her lithe, agile body, holding her close to me. Her heartbeat against mine is the only sound in the night, and the heat from her body the only warmth in that breeze. The moon causes her skin to glow a strong, pale color, and the dead tree in her front lawn gives no shelter. The crickets chirping in the background give no relief from the torment of her heartbeats. Only, there is shadow under the red roof of her house. She tugs on the lapel of my white-shirt, leading me through the front door into her house. We come in under the shadow of her red roof.
Her hands are a soothing balm on the dry stubble of my cheeks, and I am only dimly, dimly aware of my own hands roaming her body. They explore and grab and squeeze her tender areas. My inelegant fingers caress the gentle swell of her perfectly proportioned breasts, and an instant later they dig their nails into the meaty, rounded expanse of her ass. I see nothing through my closed eyelids, and navigate by the sense of touch alone. Her hands are an invisible blur on my body, unbuttoning the fastness of my shirt in smooth, excited motions. I feel her tongue gently slip into my mouth, and I reciprocate her action. Our taste buds meet and greet, twirling and spinning around each other like fire-dancers, performing a intricate ballet in the confines of our mouths. My left hand moves and grabs her breast, the still developing mammary firm and supple beneath my yearning grasp. She moans into my mouth in what I take to be pleasure. She has just unbuttoned the last button of my shirt, and our lips part for the first time since they locked so that she can remove my shirt. I open my eyes. She is staring up at me. Her blue eyes are liquid, blue, fiery. There is a perfect moment where I understand that this is what she wants. That this isn’t just animalistic lust (but, oh, I do see the lust there, as surely as I can see my shadow in the morning striding behind me, or my shadow in the evening rising to meet me), but true, true passion. Maybe the one, last, true thing in the whole world. My undershirt, also white, covers the heaving muscles of my chest. She grabs a handful of the white cloth in each hand and, pressing her eyes shut and her lips to mine once more, tears the shirt in twain, leaving two twisted ruins of fabric hanging from my torso like a vest. I take a brief look around, and realize we’ve stumbled into her living room. The stairs behind her lead to her room. I grab the bottom hem of her red shirt, and begin to tug and pull on it, lifting it up over her head. We briefly part lips again so that she can slip her arms out. Then we are back into it. Beneath the red shirt she is wearing a pale blue chemise and a white bra. Her heaving breasts call out to the basest instinct of my soul, calling me to love, to breed, to desire. I grab her short frame and hoist her up into my arms. We are still kissing, and she wraps her blue-jeaned legs around me as I carry her upstairs. Somewhere, in the back of my mind where I’ve shoved the entirety of my higher-reasoning, I dimly recall fantasies of carrying her up the stairs just like this. Only, in my fantasies, she would be wearing a white dress, and as it dawns on me that that fantasy will never come to pass in its fullness, I am faintly saddened. We cross the threshold into her room, and I lower her, gently, oh so gently, onto the soft springs of her bed, which is the only furniture left in her room. She stares up at me, hungrily, and she is more primal than ever as we lock eyes. From her seat on the bed, her pale hands eagerly begin tearing at the belt around my waist, hunting for the prize beneath. I whisper sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she is, how I’ll always love her. She smiles as the syllables pour from my mouth. Every word is horribly, sadly true. I stroke her black hair softly as she pulls my jeans down around my knees.
From the slit in my boxers, the significant bulge of my member springs outwards, like a pulsing, purple-headed tower. She rips my boxers down around my knees in a swift motion, my staff bobbing in the fierce motion. Her eyes are predatory as they look at it, and she wraps her hands around it and begins to pump in slow, methodic motions. I know she is a virgin. But she’s thought this through. She knows what she is doing. Her hands move in such a way as to elicit the most pleasure with the littlest of effort. One hand still stroking me, the other swings up, caressing the muscles of my chest, working its way down, until it is cupping the swollen, sweating sack between my legs. Oh, dear lord. My heart is hammering so loudly I think it might break out of my chest. I can barely keep my eyes open to focus on this ravenous, perfect, teenaged vixen. And then there is an explosion of pleasure. She’s taken me into her mouth. She sucks and works her hands and wraps her tongue in ways that men only dream of. It is euphoric. Her tongue is a whirling dervish and a sensual symphony of pleasure, working the knob of my shaft. I close my eyes, throw my head back, and moan. It is a primitive sound, more likely to be heard from a jungle ape than a human being. I know she’s still looking up at me.
As much as it pained me to do, I removed myself from her lovely mouth. She’s too much woman for me. But, after what she had just given me, I was duty bound to try and please her. Her clothes are gone in a flash, and she is left standing before me, free and nude. Her skin is even paler than I had imagined, and her mound is hairless. Her breasts are perfect B-cup handfuls that fit into my mouth perfectly as we fall into bed together. My hands move up and down her body, first cupping her ass cheeks and then grabbing her breasts. Finally, my fingers tease their way into the hot, dripping wet confines of her love-hole, and the moans I elicit from her when I enter would be enough to send me over the edge with even the slightest further stimulation of my erection. We roll around in the bed, playing with each other in a twisted game of cat-and-mouse where we switch positions every second. She bites down on my shoulder, and there is a slight welling of blood. The pain only stimulates me further. It is the greatest, most pure pain I’ve ever felt.
It is at that second that I grab her, pulling her close to me, and spin her around so that she is positioned directly over me. The bare, dripping mound of her pussy is hovering directly over my quivering staff. She looks down at me from above. The fingers of our held hands intertwine. Her blue eyes are enormous sapphires. I do not know what I look like from her position. She nods at me. I whisper her name.
She impales herself onto my hard-on in a single, swift motion, burying my member into her pulsating hole, all the way to the hilt. She howls in pain and pleasure, throwing her head back like some feral beast, her black hair flashing around her head like a black corona, or a lion’s mane. Her breathing quickens even more, to the point where her heaving inhalations and exasperated exhalations are almost simultaneous, her breasts heaving up and downward rhythmically, hypnotically. When she looks back at me, there are tears in her eyes, both of joy and of pain. She whispers her love to me. I want to cry. The warmth of her hole around my shaft is impossible to bear. She is so tight, too tight. The muscles of her glorious pussy pulse and squeeze my over-stimulated phallus. She grinds downwards on me once, and I can feel my head hit the back of her cervix. She winces again in pain. I stroke her hair. Somewhere in my head I can feel the irresponsibility of this action. We, two teenagers, having our first sexual encounter, completely unprotected. It’s horrible. It’s dangerous. It’s beautiful and perfect. Her body is so honed and perfect, with goddess-like curves in all the right places. She is so perfect in this moment as to make Aphrodite herself weep. She has a body like a battle-axe. The insanity of the situation sets into me, and it’s like I’m making love to a Viking woman as the ship burns around us. The stupidity of the action makes it all the more erotic for me.
She rocks her hips back and forth against my member, and soon I begin to pick up the beat as well, so that we are both engaging in the most powerful, mind-shattering loving either of us would ever experience again. Her left hands pulls away from my fingers, and she runs it through her hair. She is my primal goddess, my halcyon girl, my animal princess. She drags her fingernails across my chest, leaving bloody, parallel grooves across the right pectoral, all the way down to my abs. We rock in concert for what felt like an eternity, our movements in time so perfectly that we make love with Swiss watch efficiency, even the smallest shiver eliciting untold satisfaction from the other.
After twenty minutes, which was an all-too-quick eternity, I feel the churning of my balls as they prepare to spew forth my seed. I resist. I close my eyes and back down on my tongue and resist resist resist the feeling welling up in my loins. I open my eyes, and her hands are grabbing my shoulders. With animal strength, she grabs me and rolls me so that I am on top of her looking down. I continue to pound into her, the new position giving me the leverage to strike home every single thrust with the strength and passion of a wild mustang. She digs her claws into my back, and the pleasure-pain is indescribable. Suddenly, she screams, loud, long, and what starts out as my name degenerates into a wordless, toneless howl. Her legs clamp around my back, and she pulls herself into me as hard as she possibly can as her vaginal muscles contract and pulsate along my shaft as her orgasm overtakes her. Her eyes, bluer than any other thing on the planet, look up at me with desire and shock and love. Her mouth moves in an uncoordinated gasping motion. Her whole body bucks beneath me. Her tightening muscles finally send me over the edge, and I unload, pumping stream after stream of long, gooey, pearly-white seed into her belly. My entire body shakes as I am seized by the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever (or will ever) experience. I collapse onto her, embracing her body yet again. Five minutes later her shaking, moaning, howling orgasm is over, and she looks up at me with nothing but love in her eyes. She strokes her fingers through my hair.
“Jenelle…” I whisper, and we both begin to cry as we realize we will never see each other again after tonight.

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Alexia’s first time

Alexia was only 12 years old, and already she was becoming something of a slut.
With her long brown hair, brown eyes, and slim, sexy body, it was no wonder. Her
chest was still pretty underdeveloped, but she had a great little butt to make
up for it.
Becoming curious about sex at an early age, she had broken her hymen from
masturbation. She had a magnetic personality, was very energetic, and was popular
with the guys in her junior high school, but the farthest a guy had attempted
with her was grabbing her ass. Just the very idea of sex acts made her get
horny, and she would often whisper the word “fuck” to herself over and over
again while playing with herself, until she’d cum, her little hand oozing with
her own goo. She loved the taste of it, and wondered what it would be like to
“eat out” a girl.
One day Alexia came home from school to find her older, teenaged brother Michael
and his friends hanging out. Her parents were out for the week, and she couldn’t
help but get excited, having all these hot guys over – unsupervised! Since Michael
was the ‘grunge’ type, a lot of the guys had long hair, scraggly facial hair —
you know, the “glamorously unglamorous” look Brad Pitt sports. There was also a
girl there, too, and Alexia couldn’t help but let her hungry eyes scan her
breasts and bottom.
Michael and his friends greeted Alexia with a beer. She had drunk beer before with
Michael, and although she hated the taste of it, she had a few so the guys would
think she’s cool. As she started to feel a little drunk — and some of the other
kids were already past that stage — it was obvious the guys (and girl) were
lusting after her. They didn’t even try to hide it — she even thought Michael, her
own brother, was eyeing her! She purposely dropped a beer bottle so she could
bend over to pick it up and display her fine butt, and then it started: One of
the guys grabbed that curvy ass of hers, and in a flash Alexia turned around and
took a good look at the huge bulge in the guy’s crotch. The guy, a particularly
good-looking one, pulled her in for a deep kiss while she ground the palm of her
hand against his hard-on, concealed by his jeans.
Their tongues wrestling, smoldering with hot saliva, Alexia kept grinding her
palm on his bulge, until she could sense he was approaching orgasm. She had
french-kissed guys before, but never as exciting as this! The other kids whooped
and cheered, as a wet, sodden spot appeared at the base of her crotch, showing
through her jeans. Clearly, she was loving this.
Suddenly the guy pulled his tongue from Alexia’s mouth and, smiling devilishly,
asked her “Do you spit or swallow?” Alexia had heard boys say that when telling
sex jokes to each other, but she never really knew what it meant. Some of the
other kids, quieter now, began to giggle anxiously. She must have looked
confused, because the guy said, “Don’t worry about it honey – you’ll learn as
you go along.” With that he pushed her head down to his crotch, unzipped his
jeans, pulled them off, and let his thick hard-on flop out of his boxers. Alexia
knew what was going on now.
The others were really getting excited by now. Alexia ran her hot, kittenish
tongue down the underside of his shaft, and watched as it throbbed. It had a
salty, but not unpleasant, taste. “Oh, don’t stop now, baby!” the guy sighed,
his voice shaky. She decided to cut to the chase. She took his whole length in
her mouth, grinding her tongue against his thickness. She could hear him moaning
with glee as she sucked his dick with the urgency that a baby sucks a bottle
with. It felt like a thick, hot sausage! He pumped his huge manhood in and out
of her, feeling every inch of her hot mouth sucking it. More saliva came into
her mouth, and he could feel it, hot and sticky, roughly grinding into his dick.
It was all he could take. He started cumming, hot, slimy cum shooting into the
back of the girl’s throat. Alexia started with shock when she felt the first
load smack against the back of her mouth. She quickly pulled his dick out, only
to have it spit the hot goo all over her face. She felt the stuff splash onto
her. Gross! The guy watched as his cum splattered onto her cheek, then her chin,
and finally his last pump-full of it shot into her long brown hair, which was
now hanging in her face. The white slime oozed down the side of her face, off
her chin, and down her neck. And the spot in her hair looked like someone had
spat a loogee onto it! It was the most satisfying orgasm he ever had.
Alexia knew what “spit or swallow” meant now, that’s for damn sure.
Now the gang-bang had begun. Immediately another guy stuck his shaft in her
mouth. Alexia tried to survey the scene as best she could — all the other kids
were taking their clothes off as fast as they could, and in a flash her own
clothes were being almost literally ripped off! As she sucked on the throbbing
dick in her mouth, she felt hot, sweaty hands pull her shirt off, her jeans
down, then her training bra was ripped off, and finally her wet panties were
yanked down her legs and pulled from her feet. By now everyone in the room was
buck naked. Alexia’s heart was beating a million beats per minute, she had never
been this excited or horny in her life!
She kept grinding her tongue and sucking on the dick in her mouth, and from the
corner of her eye she saw other guys jerking-off, and she felt their hot slime
splash all over her body. It felt so weird oozing down her belly, butt, and
thighs! Now she was on all fours on the carpeted floor, with a dick in her
mouth, cum splattering all over her body, and now someone was sucking at her wet
pussy! She turned her back a little to see three of her brother’s friends, one a
girl, the other two guys, giving her some messy oral sex. One guy had his head
facing her butt, and was sticking his tongue as far up as it would go into her pussy.
The other guy was running his tongue deep into her butt crack, probing it into
her tiny anus.
The girl stuck her head under Alexia’s doggie-style body, and laid belly-up next
to her on the floor. She had short, white-ish blond hair and sparkling purple
eyes. With a mischievous grin, the girl hoisted her head up to the underside of
Alexia’s body and ran her tongue down her belly, her inner thighs, and finally,
her now sopping pussy. The other guy was still working on the dripping cunt, and
now there were two hot tongues probing her twat! The dick Alexia was sucking
finally came, spurting a load of hot slime into her mouth. She swallowed it all
this time, and in the next second another guy had his rock-hard dick in her wet,
slippery mouth. It was too much for the poor girl, with her pussy on fire and a
hot dick in her mouth! She came for the first time – and it was monumental! When
she started cumming, the blond girl shoved her whole mouth into her pussy,
gripping Alexia’s butt with her hands, as she slurped up the hot juices gushing
from the depths of her preteen pussy.
Alexia came down from the orgasm just as the dick in her mouth came. Then she
got a new surprise: One of the guys that was sucking her now shoved his boner
into her twat doggie style! He wasted no time, passionately thrusting in and
out. Alexia gasped with pleasure at this new feeling — she had masturbated with
big objects before, but she was still really a virgin — until now. The guy came
quickly, shooting his hot goo into her belly. As soon as he pulled out, another
guy took his place, pumping away.
Alexia was expecting another guy to put his dick in her mouth, but to her
surprise, the girl that had sucked her before shoved her pink, shaven cunt in
her face! As the guys one-by-one fucked her young pussy from behind, Alexia
started pleasuring the girl. The pussy at her mouth was already wet and Alexia
was surprised to see the girl had such a big, thick clit that was hanging
sloppily from her pussy lips. Alexia went at it with her lips and tongue, even
using her teeth – gently – to pinch it. The blond girl was moaning
uncontrollably, showing a big, toothy grin that gave her a devilish look. Alexia
then saw her brother Michael walk up behind the blond and began to kiss and caress
her body. Alexia was shocked to see Michael’s dick was dripping with wet cum! He
was one of the guys that was fucking her pussy! The thought of it made her feel
dirty and – to her surprise – even hornier!
About five or six guys had fucked her by the time the blond girl came, shoving
her pussy violently into Alexia’’s mouth as her hot juices gushed into her mouth.
She stepped away, exhausted from the pleasure Alexia had given her, and plopped
on a couch. Alexia herself had came again a couple times when the guys were
fucking her, but it wasn’t as good as the first time, when the girl ate her out.
The guys had stopped for a moment, so Alexia grabbed a pillow and laid her head
on it, resting her arms, which had been holding herself up. Her legs were still
kneeling. She glanced at her pussy. It had white cum from the guys oozing out of
it! Some of it oozed slowly down her inner thighs, while bigger globs of it
plopped right out and hit the carpet. Damn, more guys must have fucked her then
she thought! Either that, or they had gone back for seconds. She ran one of her
hands over her body, felt that it was covered in a layer of the hot white stuff.
Alexia rested her head for a minute — but soon the guys were hard again. One of
them fucked her pussy again, but by now it was so sloppy she could hardly feel
it in her. Suddenly, she felt one of them spread her buttcheeks. She knew what
was coming now, and was a little nervous about it. The guy stuck two fingers
into her now ruined pussy, gathered some cum, and smeared it in and around her
butthole. He then stuck his dick in her pussy, coating it with all that cum, and
then slowly inched his shaft into Alexia’s butthole. From the guy’s
point-of-view, her tiny, pink rosebud of an anus was too enticing to pass up. He
loved watching his dick inch into the tiny puckered muscle of her anus. Alexia
thought it was the oddest thing she’d ever felt — like a huge turd thrusting
into her butt instead of out.
Pretty soon the guy came, and the others lined up for an anal gang-bang. Alexia
loved the feeling of their hot cum shooting deep into her bowels. Places deep in
her butt where she had never even felt before were filled with cum from all the
guys! After a few guys had came in there, their dicks felt ticklish thrusting in
and out of her butt, sliding and grinding with all the other cum that was
already in there, splashing back and forth in that narrow tunnel. Soon her
butthole was oozing with cum, just as her pussy was.
Michael stood and looked over his cute little sister. Her whole body, almost
head-to-toe, was covered with cum. The stuff was plopping out her pussy and
forming a puddle on the carpet. Good thing that carpet’s white, he thought,
remembering he’d have to clean up after this little party. He noticed that even
the insides of her buttcheeks were smeared with cum. He bent down and parted her
buttcheeks, and found out why. When she flexed her anus, the white slime came
oozing out, smearing her inner buttcheeks. The blond girl went nuts over this,
and proceeded to suck the cum from Alexia’s butthole, holding her slimy cheeks
apart and pressing her mouth right to the tiny hole. Alexia could feel the cum
trickling down her tunnel, and it was great!
Michael sighed. “Whoa, guys, I think she’s had enough!” Alexia couldn’t agree more.
Michael helped her stand up. As she walked to the bathroom, she could feel the
guys` cum splashing around inside her pussy and butt. She stepped into the
shower, turned on the hot water, and washed herself off as best she could —
even working her fingers up her pussy and anus, trying to wash them out.
When she was finally clean, she came back out into the living room. Everyone had
gone home, except for that funny-looking, cute blond — who it turns out was
Michael’s girlfriend, named Misty. “You’re a great fuck, kid. I’ll have to bring
you to one of MY parties sometime, where you can really have some fun.”
Alexia grinned. She was looking forward to it already.

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Thai Ladyboy

Today Hui wears a short-sleeved blouse with rainbow stripes and a tight black skirt, sandals on barefoot and a miniscule rectangle-shaped Gucci-imitation handbag with a gilded buckle slung over her bony shoulder.
She doesn’t walk, she tiptoes into my hotel room, like an unwelcomed cat, whose hunger outweighs its fear. Although Hui’s been here every day in the past week, she still treads cautiously on my territory, remembering our first meeting.
She glides towards the table and brushes a crisp hundred dollar bill off, unshackles her bag and tosses it casually in. When she heads for the queen-bed, her gait gains confidence, while her posture is unassuming, unpretensious, un-bussiness-like. I wonder if that’s how Hui treats all her clients. Like it’s not about money to her. It puts her either into a category of great professionals or great ameteurs.
I’m sitting on the edge of the unmade bed. She comes up and initiates a contact by playfully shoving me on my shoulders. I playfully fall down on my back. She puts her handbag down on the shoddy linoleum floor, undoes the Velcroes of her sandals and kicks them off. She climbs upon the bed, and stands upright on her knees looming over my prostrate body.
Her skin is white, with some brown-yellowish hue. She is racially mixed. Her face is both European and Asian, depending on the angle you look at it. The oval shape and pronounced cheekbones are European, but the squint and the depth of her eyes are unmistakably Asian.
Her body is short and very slender. Her movements, when she begins to undress me are lithe and efficient. Her hands are soft and deft. She strips me off my clothes with little help from my part, until I lie there spread out, stark naked with a growing erection.
I blink, and she straddles me, her sharp knees poking at the mattress, her inner thighs press tightly against the sides of my ribcage. I blink and she props on her hands and arches her back, exposing her slim midriff with a tiny belly-button in the middle. I feel the soft globules of her ass resting on my erection.
My body is electrified. My hands are sweaty and shaky when, with one swift, perhaps a bit agressive, motion, I take the hem of Hui’s blouse and pull it over her slender body, for which she accomodatively raises her hands up. She lowers down and props her hands at the sides of my head, her long raven-wing black hair tickling my face, her suddenly quickened breath brushing over my lips, like a blast of wind that meets you suddenly behind the corner of a building.
I unclasp her bra, and her breasts come tumbling out. She tosses the bra vaguely over her shoulder to the accumulating pile of our clothes at the edge of the bed. Her breasts are round and firm, the nipples are bloated and perky, standing out about half an inch, staring down at me with a challenge. I put my mouth over the right one, zoom in and suck. Hui groans, cups her breasts and offers me the other one. I suck on the other nipple, while sliding my hands down the steep curves of her smooth thighs, to the tight little buttocks. I squeeze them. The muscles flex and then relax as my hands do the same. While still sucking on the nipple I grab her ass and use it as a lever to pull her body up. I let go of her nipple and she arches her back again and I feel the bulge between her legs.
Blindly I find the zipper at the back of Hui’s skirt and undo it. She lies down on her back, between my stretched out legs, and raises her own slim legs. I pull the skirt down her thighs, down her sheens, down her ankles.
Her penis and testicles are snugly coiled up in a female thong panties, hidden for most of its part in a pink triangle of fabric. My mouth is dry, as if I’d just spent a weekend in the desert without water, and my palpitating heart is a leading race-car on its final lap. I take off the last piece of Hui’s clothing and give her body a long, panoramic, gluttonous look, missing out on no detail.
Her uncut dong, light brown, thick at the basis and adorned with a tuft of tar-black pubic hair tapers gradually towards the pink tip, with the foreskin covering most of its head. Her testicles are sheathed in a dark brown sac.
I met Hui in the bar on Bangla Road, an overcrowded stretch of promenade, just a few miles off the coast, which had been hit by the Tsunami. I’d come to Thailand on a business trip, my first time here, as a representative of the New Hampshire company that makes plastic food containers (maybe you own a couple of them,) with its two production plants located on the outskirts of Bangkok.
I came with a couple of other representatives. They stayed in the same hotel, hung out together, and kept aloof from me. They appeared nervous in my company, especially when I saw one of them taking off his wedding band and slipping it into his pocket. Both were bald, pudgy, middle-aged and married and once the business meetings were over for the day they would run off to the Red Light District so fast as if all hounds of hell were after them. I know that for a fact because I saw them on Patong Karon Road, with a trophy of four brown-skinned girls in tow, with those stupid grins on their chubby white faces, like they were high school kids who’d just gotten lucky.
I made no friends and so on the fourth day of the trip, I was sitting, alone, in the above-mentioned bar on over-crowded Bangla Road seeping my sour beer.
A girl sat on the bar stool next to me and without much ado asked me, in English, what was my name. The girl was cute, with nice long hair, big pretty eyes and soft hands. Her skin was light and her boobs had a nice round shape. She was a hooker of course. I had had one already in Bangkok and it’d been a lot of fun. I ordered her a drink of her choice, a margarita. We tried to make a conversation, but it wasn’t easy since her English was very rudimentary. I asked her name. The girl’s name was Hui, and she wanted to see my hotel suite. I told her that it was nothing fancy, but she wasn’t so easily discouraged. We walked along the promenade to the side street and hailed a taxi to my hotel.
Fifteen minutes later we were on my suite bed, discovering each other’s body topography in the pitch darkness. I groped my horny hand into her crotch, and recoiled. Her crotch had an erection.
I recoiled, bumped into the lamp stand, the lamp wobbled and crushed on the floor. It was made of plastic so it didn’t break. I slid my hand along the wall, found the switch and turned the ceiling lights on. I looked at the girl. And sure thing, the girl had a penis, and the penis had a huge erection.
I stumbled towards the bathroom, leaned over the sink and my chest began to heave spasmatically. In what I’d analyze later, to be a result of shock rather than disgust. I dry-heaved, but couldn’t throw up, I guess I didn’t feel so sick after all. I opened the faucet just to justify my looming over the sink.
From the corner of my eyes I saw a reflection of the girl in the mirror. She was still naked, standing in the doorway, studying me calmly. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.
« Me, Hui, katoey, ladyboy. Me a girl all. Me no lies. You try. You no like no money. You like you call Hui. You like ! Gu-ra-ntee. »
I looked her over again. Her body was feminine. So was her voice, She was a girl all right. Except for the penis. I studied it. I studied it more. It wasn’t entirely unattractive.
So I decided to see what it’s like. I came up to her and took it in my arm and squeezed it. The sensation was pleasant. Her penis was like a hot-blooded, live thing, seperate from her female body. I stroked it gently. I squatted and held it in my hand kneading. Then, on a spur of the moment, I eased it into my mouth. The ladyboy was towering over me. I was holding her ass and sucking her penis. And I was loving it.
That night I had my ass fucked.for the first time too. When it was over, Hui asked me how it was. I gave her a hundred, twice as much as she’d asked as a response, and told her to come back the next day.
Almost against my will, purely on the strength of my desire I lower my mouth and swallow her penis. Anxiously and greedily I begin to suck it just like I’ve sucked her nipples a few moments ago, making loud slobbering noises.
The sensation is both utterly bewildering and utterly pleasant. Her penis is warm and soft and it hardens up as it’s growing with every additional pump, like a baloon, which is being pumped with helium, until it fills all my mouth and I have to push its shaft into my throat, deeper, then even deeper. My mouth becomes a pussy and the penis goes in and out, in and out, rythmically, building up a momentum for a release. The penis gorges up and is unbearably big and for a second it’s so big I can’t breathe and I gargle on it. Yet I feel reluctant when I let it go out of my mouth.
Hui groans, her face is knotted in spasms of pleasure.
Hui’s little mouth eats up my dick and chews on it until I have to push her head off, lest I would cum. She pants exhaustedly, a saliva dripping from her mouth. She wipes it off and smiles at me lasciviously. She’s a little forest animal, all worked up for some action.
She’s a marvel. A straight-up woman from her long gorgeous hair to the wide curvy thighs. Clothed, she would easily fool anyone. She fooled me. And a man down from the waist. A six-inch fully functional penis oscillates expectantly from side to side like a drunk sailor, who can stand on his feet, but can’t walk straight.
Our penises are two bulging red throbs fueled by lust like two rockets five seconds before the launch. We hold them and lightly knock against each other, us, like two dog-owners letting their pets sniff each other out on the street. My dick is circumsized and about half an inch longer and a bit thicker in girth. But there’s no feeling of superiority there, there’s only mutual admiration. Our pets like each other all right.
My hands are on Hui’s buttocks, spreading the two symmetrical globules. I moist my index finger and slide my hand into her butt crack and lightly budge my moistened finger into her anus. I lap at her anus. I stick my tongue as deep as I can into it. Then I lap the wrinkled skin around her asshole.
I take a little plastic phial of vaseline from the lamp stand, uncap it and squeeze some into her anus. Hui obediently lays still. I push the entire length of my index finger down her anus. I wiggle it in ever-expanding gyrations, getting it ready for a bigger entrance. I use some more vaseline to lubricate my fully aroused penis, hold it in my hand at its base and push it into her anus. Her body writhes, her fists clench, her body tenses. I’m just half-way in, and I bring myself all the way down. She utters a cry. Her asshole accomodates the entire length of my dick. Then I begin to move up and down, smoothly and energetically, like a Porsche’s piston. Her body relaxes and I increase the speed.
We change the position and lie on our sides. I massage her penis with my right hand, keeping it engorged, while pumping from the behind. Then I pull out and lie down offering my butt.
She has a phial of vaseline in her hands and she squeezes some out. I feel cold sticky liquid on the left globule. My butt is very sensitive and I’m expecting some unearthly pleasure.
Hui slides her lubricated finger just about an inch in. My sphincter contracts and gulps down the rest of the finger greedily. She takes her finger out. Then she slowly plunges in with her uncut dick. Somewhere down below the nerve centers cross-curcuit and there’s a general blackout starting in my brains and spreading out throughout my body. I almost panic that I won’t be able to sustain so much ecstasy at one go. When she begins to hump me, my head feels dizzy and I’m about to faint. I go in and out of concsiousness for the next few seconds, as she goes in and out of my ass.
I’m on my back, in the missionary position, my legs rest on Hui’s shoulders and she’s shoving her penis into me with so much energy and excitement, as if she’d just glimpsed a huge nugget of gold up my ass. My skin is tingling. It’s a bit like being high on coke. Like you’re at the top of the world, but feel kind of light-headed and about to crash any moment, but not that it matters. I feel that I’d been fucked out of all the day’s stress and bullshit and I moan. A sweet moment of release is coming. I’m stroking my cock, keeping it moments away from cumming, waiting for Hui to reach the same height.
Suddenly she pulls out and I see her dick quiver inches away from my face and then her sperm spurts out and hits me on the nostril, on the eye, on the lips, on the chin, on the cheeks. I open my mouth wide, and the rest of the sperm is directed into it. I swallow it and open my mouth again and take the spent cock and suck it dry, while still stroking my cock. Then I push her down and stick it into her eagerly open mouth. She squeezes it lightly between her lips and I begin to cum. I spurt twice, then I pull out and do the last spurt on her face. When I’m done, I press my sperm-covered face to hers and we rub them up together. She’s smiling at me and I plant a forbidden kiss on her lips.
Still dressed in nothing, we smoke cigarettes on the balcony.
« Come tomorrow ? » I ask Hui.
« Sure, » She says.
I give my Marlboro a tug, look at the jostling crowds four floors down below and think about what will I tell my girlfriend at home about my time in Bangkok, and whether or not, even granted we’ve had an open relationship for a while now, should I mention Hui and her guilty little secret, which has become mine.

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Nigerian Nightmare – Part 2

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I went back down stars to mr parker and I could sea by his eyes he was shocked. He got up out of his chair breathing kind of hevilly saying do you want a drink or something to eat. It was like his head was in bits and he didn’t no what to do. I had something to eat with him and a drink and ours past on. By time I was leeving a ganed a very good relationship with mr parker.
I asked him before I left the door. “Can I come back tomorrow becauce me and my freinds wantto go to a part tomorrow and I think I might b to drunk to sea my perents. my perents would kill me if I ever came back drunk to them. I just need to sober up hear before I sea them is that ok with you? Yes of course you can keep a secret with me meeka”. Ok thanks mr parker. No call me danni. Ok thank you danni. I then hurried home and thort about how much danni was getting aroused by my reveeling sight. I said hello to my dad and went strait to bed. I just wanted tomorrow to cum fast becauce I was exsited about this party.
Tomorrow came. I woke up with the sunshining threw my window again. I got ready into the short dress I was goin to wear to the party with my freinds. We all new to meet at the mall at 4 o’clock. When the time came I met my freinds and all of us looked like bomshells. I had my long blond hair down in curls and the tight short dress just made my bubble but stick right out. Shaking and jigeling as I walk. All of my freinds wanted a booty like me but they never had any geins that gave them a figure like that.
Anyway we made it to this party drunk as a bat becauce we was drinking on the way there.
Men trying to grab my booty as soon as we walked in. I heard them saying things like ” have you seen that ass on her and things like look how small she is” her tits are huge. I loved the atention. The night went on and I was legless. I told my freinds to take me home. Then my brain clicked. I need to go to danni’s.
I just left the party on my own and got a taxi to danni’s house. Wen I got there I lifted my left tit abit out of my dress so half of my nipple was showing and rang the doorbell. He opend up the door and he took a look at me and stuterd cu cu cum in me meeka. Strait away I acted more drunk than what I alredy was. Hugging onto him in a playfull slopy drunk way. I turned up his tv an put it on a musice chanle and sed let’s dance danni stumberling and gigaling at him. Danni laft it of and said I can’t dance meeka pluse I don’t no how you youngsters dance nower days hahahaha. I said yes you can al teech you just stand hear and move your hips abit am gunna sho you how to twerk. What dose twerk meen said danni. I said I’m going to sho you. I bent slitely over and started booty poping and shaking my booty up and down. He looked like he was thirsty watchin me fling my booty about. I said get behind me al sho you how to dance with a girl. Still stumberling and laffing I was booty poping on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock threw his trousers. I new what I was doin but I said to him that’s how us teens dance now days at the clubs. He said rely it wasn’t like that back in my day. I said to him I want more alchol I went to his fridge without his consent and seen a bottle of jack daniels. He said qwickly I can’t give you that am not goin to incoridge you to drink wen your alredy drunk young lady.
I just opend it and started taking swigs. That’s when he gave in and said don’t tell anyone you got it from me. I said to him I want a shower in a sluring voice. he said ok then you no were the bathroom is. I stumble upstairs with the bottle still in my hand and striped naked and got into the shower. I thort to my self in the shower how am I goin to tease him. I thought to my self I no what. I got out the shower put on just a bra and left the rest naked me pussy still exsposed and went into his room. Then lade flat on my stomoch with my ass in the air and pretended to b past out. After about half an our I haird him shout “meeks are you alright up there. He got no reply. Then I herd him cuming up the stairs my hart was racing. He got to the top of the stairs an seen his bedroom door open with the light of but the light from out side was shining in on my bair ass and pussy lips. I heard him cum into the room. I heard him say on my. I had the jack daniels bottle on the side half drunk but rely I poord most of it down the sink. He probly thort I was out of my mind drunk. He shook my arm an said meeka wake up. I moved abit an wisperd oh yeh that feels good in a way that I was dreeming in a drunken state. He nudged me agen and I said eat my pussy. He clerly seen I was so drunk I didn’t no what I was talkin about. I then fels his hand on my ass and saying are you alright do you need a abilence. As he was saying the he was sliding his finger down my ass crack to my pussy. I felt his finger slide in. I was thinkin what a dirty pedo molesting me wile I am out of my mynd bit it got me so wet I coated his fingurs with my juice. I dicided to take it one step further and pretend to think it was my boyfreind. Is that you rick put your cock in my mouth I said in a soft sleepy slury voice. Just pretend to fall back on conchus with my mouth open I heard his ziper go down. My face was on the edge of the bed and he came to the edge and got his cock out. I new I was a deapthroat qween so I new what to do. He put the tip of his cock to my mouth and thats when I reveeled I wasn’t drunk. I forced my hed all the way down on his cock and forced all of his fat cock down my throat . I got up and said you dirty fucking pedo he said “no no no am sorry please don’t” I qwickly stoped what he was saying and said “shut up get on the bed you sexy dirty pedo. He then looked at me in suprise and relised I liked it. He said I don’t understand. He laid flat on his back and I climbed on top and took him in my mouth agen. This time I gave it all I had slaming my face into his crotch deepthroating and gobling him everytime. My throat was making the wirdist noises from how brutal I was swollowing him. I then got up for a breather then he said can you ryd my cock with your back faceing me an twerk your booty like earlya please I beg of you your ass is amazing I haven’t had sex in years.
I then spanked my booty in his face an he watched it woble from side to side then I sat on his cock. I felt his fat cock stretch my pussy wide apart. Uhhhhhhhhhh he moaned like he was goin to cum strait away. I said are yo redy babe he nodded. I started twerking and booty poping on his cock slaming my booty down on him. I felt the climax bilding up in me and I let out about a gallen of cum sqwuirting all over him. He sean how much I cumed an how much I was shaking and screeming and I think this pushed him over the edge. He said “I’m going to cum” I jumped of his cock and turned around and deapthroated his cock again. I felt him shooting load after load down my throat. Then I took his cock out with him still cuming and slaped his cock all over my face and the rest of his spunk splashed all over my lips and face. To be continud

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As I pulled into the driveway, I was surpised to see Richard’s car. When I walked in the front door, he was on the couch, talking with Pat. I was greeted with their hellos, but Pat did not bother to meet me with the usual hug and kiss, an oversight I normally would not have noticed. I excused myself to get a shower.
In the bathroom, I stepped out of my shorts and wondered how I could hide the bloodstains from Pat. I decided to dispose of them rather than risk any embarrasing questions. My rectum was swollen. Every move I made brought fresh pain. I stepped in the shower and tried to wash away the day’s events before dressing for the meal.
Pat met me as I started out the bedroom door. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had invited Richard to spend the night,” she demanded.
That was the first time I had thought about it again. “I had other things on my mind and just failed to call you,” I said honestly. “Honey, I am really sorry. He said he could go to a motel if he needed to,” I offered weakly.
“No, he is not going to a motel after you invited him to stay with us,” she said angrily. ” I don’t know how you can be so inconsiderate of me and the kids. I’ve put him in Roy’s room and Roy will go to the basement tonight, just like we had planned when he stays with us next week, but it would have helped if I had been given a little lead time. Richard helped me change those sheets make up the other bed. He was embarrassed about my not knowing.”
“I didn’t know he was coming over so early,” I said. “I could have helped do those things after I got here.”
“Yeah, if you had even thought about it then,” she snapped. “He came early to take a shower. He was very apologetic when he realized I didn’t know you invited him. It’s done now and everything is taken care of, thanks to his helpfulness.”
On that note, we drove to The Utopian for our “special” family evening.
The mood in the club was subdued and the crowd smaller than usual, but the food was superb. In the elegant setting everyone seemed relaxed and serene, a welcome change from the grieving and tension of 9/11. While waiting for the main course, Richard asked Pat to dance. She tried to beg off, but at the urging of Richard and the kids, she accompanied him to the dance floor. I watched as she glided into his arms and begin to follow his lead. Richard was a surprisingly graceful dancer. Patty seemed impressed with his skill and soon they were talking and laughing as they floated across the floor. One dance turned into two and then three, before they returned to the table.
After ordering desert, Richard asked June to dance. She immediately took his arm and joined several other couples on the dance floor. “You really smell good, she said as she moved comfortably into his arms and begin to sway to the beat of the music. Richard smiled. He was glad he remembered to put on some more of the special cologne after his shower.
After dancing a couple of minutes Richard said to her, “Tell me something.”
“Ok shoot,” June smilled, ‘what do you want to know?”
“Do your folks know that you are sexually active?,” he asked.
June’s eyes opened wide in surprise, “No, they don’t,” she gasped. Then trying to cover up her tacit admission, she asked, “Why would you think that I was, ah..uh..active in that way?”
“I can’t explain how, but I can sense it after I’ve been around someone for a little while. I don’t know really, but it is like the girlishness is missing and something seems to shout, I’m a woman and proud of it. Your total demeanor says that you know the glory of being a woman. You are not a little girl anymore are you?” (He failed to also tell her he had looked in her purse when he visited Monday afternoon and found the birth control pills he suspected she was taking.)
She searched his eyes, trying to figure if he was conning her or not, then a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Finally she said, I just hope my Dad doesn’t have your senses.”
“I take it that he doesn’t know. What about your Mom?,” he pressed.
“I don’t know. I really don’t think so. A couple of times I thougth she might, but she has never mentioned it and I think if she knew, she would have plenty to say. If Dad even thought something was going on, he would go ballistic,”June told him honestly, sounding almost glad have find someone to whom she share this part of her life..
“I can understand where Jim is coming from,” Richard told her. He laughed like he was enjoying a private joke and then said: “If you were my daughter, I might shoot anyone who came around looking like they wanted to get into your panties. But if Roy was my son, I would be trying to teach him how to get in every girl’s pants in school and half the teacher’s too. Is that a double standard or what,” he asked.
It was June’s turn to laugh. “I think that qualifies as a double standard. So you think it is fine for the boys to have all the fun, but it’s off limits to the girls huh.” she joked.
“No, not off limits to all the girls, just my daughters,” he grinned back at her.
As they continued dancing, June had a wicked idea. She moved closer to him until their bodies rubbed together. She pushed her pelvis hard against him and looked up at him with a smile that promised a feast of carnal delight. He arched an eye brow as their eyes met . “I know I am an old man to you, but I want you to know my gun is fully loaded and it knows how to shoot the light out. You better back off if you don’t mean it, or you may end up being used for target practice,” he said in a light hearted tone.
They were on the far side of the dance floor from their table. Looking him in the eye, she slipped her hand between them to gave his hardening dick and a hard squeeze. “I take it you mean it,” he said. “When do you plan to deliever?”
“You are spending the night. Do youI know a better time?” When he did not reply, she said, “My room is next to the one you will be sleeping in and Mom and Dad are on the other end of the house. I plan to be there all night with the door open,'”she winked. Then in pure devilment she broke away from him and guided him back to their table, knowing full well his tented trousers could be seen by anyone who bothered to notice.
After desert, Richard handed envelopes to Roy and June. Inside was a gift certificate to the major electronics store in their town. June squealed as she looked at the amount. Roy’s face broke into a big grin, as he said “Gosh, Mr. Holt, thanks a lot.”
Richard was obviously pleased. “You can call me Uncle Richy. I was so close to your Dad as we grew up that you seem like mine. I hope you will get something to remember me by.” Then turning to Pat, he said, “Lets get some more dancing in before we leave.” This time there was no protest. Pat’s face broke into a delighted smile, as she took his arm.
They had hardly began dancing when that dance ended and the lights dimmed. Richard was disappointed. “Was that the last dance,” he asked.
Pat smiled and said, “Oh no! We are getting ready to do what Jim calls “the adultry dance,” and gave Richard a sly wink. “The romantic music starts now and everyone trys to grab someone else’s spouse,” she said. As the slow dance music began she moved her body closer to his and lay her head on his sholder. “I just love your colonge,” she cooed as their bodies merged together to the soft music.
“Wow,” Richard thought. “I think she is out to seduce me.” He grinned . “Mark up another one for the pheromones,” he noted as he felt a stirring in his groin.
Pat moved her head slightly and begin kissing and rubbing her tongue over his closely shaved neck. Her lips would alternate between gently sucking and kissing as they enjoyed the sensual friction of their bodies moving together. He moved his hand lower until it rested on her beautifully shaped buttock. He gently push her closer and she responded by grinding her pubic area into his body and sucked harder on his neck. “Don’t go and give me a hickey now. It might be difficult to explain how Uncle Richy got a hickey while dancing with Mommy,” he cauctioned.
“Oh, I didn’t even realize what I was doing,” she whispered, as her lips pulled away. “That could cause some problems,” she agreed, and as if to compensate for ending the kisses, she pressed all her body against him in a full body hug.
He looked into the eyes of his beautiful temptress and in a voice choking with desire, he said: “You are a gorgeous woman. You have the face of a beauty queen and the body of a movie star. Jim has gained about 50 or 60 pounds since I last saw him, but you are really trim and sexy. He is one lucky guy.”
“You are such a sweetheart,” she replied, pulling his head down to for a epassionat kiss. As her tongue move inside him his dick came to full attention. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Ough oh, I think somebody just woke up.”
Richard jerked his head toward the table to see what she meant. She laughed at his confusion. “I don’t mean over yonder. I mean down there,” she snickered.
“Oh, that,” he grunted. He was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe she was being so bold. “This gal is one hot momma,” he thought to himself. ” I won’t need Jim’s help to get in her pants, but I may need it to get out. He knew it was his for the taking, and he did plan to take.
For the second time that night, Richard left the dance floor with a raging hard on. He decided on a rather bold move himself. Walking slightly behind Pat to shield the obvious tent, he seated her and as he turned to take his own seat, he brushed his hard dick against June’s arm. Her reaction was all he hoped for as she jumped in surprise. Ignoring her he took his seat on her other side pretending not to notice the puzzled grin on her face. No sooner had he taken his seat than he felt June’s hand grab and squeeze his enlarged cock. “Damn, I can’t believe how agressive these two are.” “Like mother, like daughter,” he thought to himself
As they drove back home, Richard remarked how tired he was. “I didn’t get but about three hours of sleep last night, and I am beat. I knew I could never make it home. That’s why I was going to get a motel room for the night.” Soon after they pulled out of the parking lot, he laid his head on his door window and feigned sleep. One thing for sure, he knew he couldn’t have momma and daughter both meeting in his room. He had promised June. Momma would have to wait till next Friday night
At the house, Richard announced he would see everyone in the morning and headed for his borrowed bedroom, promptly turned off the light and snuggled under the covers. His cell phone alarm set for two hours later, lay beside him.
The vibration awaken Richard immediately, and he disarmed the phone before it made any noise. He heard only silence. Slipping to the master bedroom door he heard the deep breathing of Jim and Pat, then walked back toward June’s bedroom. Dropping his shorts, he closed her door, lifted the covers and joined her. She did not awaken. He studied her angelic facial features in the faint moonlight shining through the window. Lifting the covers he was not surprised to find her clad in a short, skimpy gown and no panties. He lifted the thin material to gaze on the lovliness of her ample breasts. His eyes traced down her narrow waist on to the flare of her curvaceous hips and to her strong slender legs. She was a beautiful young lady. She didn’t measure up to her mother yet, but she had a good start on it. He would love to see her like this in another five or six years and compare her to her mother’s voluptuous figure. That would probably never happen, but that was alright. She was certainly a lucious piece of fuckmeat for tonight and he was ready. Naughty Willie had been in Joan’s little sanctuary and deep inside Jim’s asshole, but had never be allowed to shoot his load. The waiting would soon be over.
He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it gently. She stirred but did not awaken. His mouth covered the nipple of her other titty and he begin suck and massage it with his tongue. She moaned and began to breathe more rapidly as her body responded to his manipulations. Suddenly she awakened with a start and barely stiffled a cry. “Ohhhhh, you are here. I had given up on you,” she whispered softly.
He moved to take the other nipple in his mouth and that hand moved down to her pubes. She shivered in delight. In a few minutes her breathing was ragged and her hips were bucking against his hand as liquid fire moved out from her belly to consume her body. He knew she was on the verge of a shattering climax. Suddenly he pulled away. “I’ve got to move,” he told her. “My arm is killing me!”
He flexed his arm several times and laid back to catch his breath as the near orgasim receeded, leaving her unfulfilled and disappointed. He pulled her to him and begin kissing her on the lips. Their tongues dueled each other. She liked kissing him but her body demanded more than kisses. He pulled back until their lips were barely touching and asked her, “Has anyone ever sucked your pussy?” She quivered at the thought of it.
“No boy has ever sucked it,” she answered.
Her answer surprized him. “But it has been sucked?,” he questioned.
Without any emabarrasment she said, “Sometime when we girls get together we go down on each other and imagine what it would be like with a boy. We are not gay or anything but we do like to experiement.”
“Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick before,” he probed.
She laughed as she fought to keep herself under control. “Of course, I have. After Monica and President Clinton, we all know the guys expect it whenever we date.” Teasingly, she asked him, “Didn’t the girls do that for you when you were in school?”
“Not hardly,” he asnwered her, “But if you are so good I would be glad to let you show me how it’s done,” he challenged her.
Her disappointment of being left hanging a few moments before, vanished from her face. She looked at him with a titilating smile. “You want me to show you what you missed?”
“I’m up to it if you are,” he told her.
“Ok old man, if you think you can handle it,” she teased as she moved her head between his legs. She grasped his hardened dick and examined it in the dim moonlight. “You are pretty big,” she said and then took the head in her mouth.
He quickly realized she knew her business. She had all the skills of her old man, blended with the softness of her femininity. She knew all the sensitive spots and found them with her knowing tongue. She licked his sac and gently sucked his balls into her mouth. She licked the shaft, sucked and bobbed up and down over it. Soon he was at the verge of a major climax. “No!, he told her. Not yet. Stop.” He tried to free himself from her mouth, but suddenly she did something no one else had ever done. She swallowed his whole organ in her throat and milked him dry. He couldn’t remember ever having a climax to equal that moment. It seemed like massive loads of his sex gravy shot from his balls down through her throat and into her belly. His whole body tingled. He felt the goosebumps in his scalp, down his back and under his balls to the opening of his anus. He surrendered to the sensations that seemed to thrill every nerve in his body. Then he lay there totally spent, as his balls tried to find more seman to expell into her mouth.
As his penis shriveled and sought to hide in his thick pubic hair, June, released him and moved up to his mouth. There she expell his sperm and her slobbers into his open mouth. When she had drained her mouth into his, she raised up and reprimand him: “It is not nice to leave a girl hanging!”
When he was able to talk again, he told her in a shaky voice, “I’ve never had a blow job like that one. I never imagined a mouth could do all that. You are sensational.”
“The boys say I am one of the top three in the school,” she said with pride. “So. did it meet the old man’s approval?”
“Did it ever,” he said with a sigh. “I wonder if I could pass as a high school boy again? I am surely tempted to try. I wanted you to stop so we could get off together, though.”
“Then I guess you are going to have to stay a bit longer aren’t you?”
“Oh baby, after that episode, it may take me a week to get it back up again.”
It did take longer than normal and they filled that time by talking about many things. She was an excellent conversationalist and surprisingly knowlegable about many things for a 17 year old teenage. Finally she raised up on her arm and looked him directly in the eye and smiled a coquettish smile. “So Momma got you hot and bothered tonight, did she? Do you have plans to bang her too?, she asked.
He was not sure how to answer, so he deferred the question to her, “I don’t know. What do you think about it?”
She paused a moment apparently deed in thougt, “I really don’t think you could. I think there is only one lock to that box and it belongs to Daddy. But she deserves a little excitment that I don’t think she is getting. I love Dad and when some of my friends were going through divorce and being split up with their parents, I knew if something ever happened, I would want to go with Dad. But sometimes I think he is probably a better Daddy than he is a lover. So, I guess, I would be glad if you could, but I don’t think you or anybody else has much of a chance.”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “I used to know how to pick a lock. I might give it a try.”
She smiled back, and said,”Good luck!” The thought of her mother in the arms of another man beside her father apparently excited her as her breathing deepened noticeably. He also felt a familiar stirring in his groin.
He turned his attention to her body again, after their time of intermission. They kissed unhurridly, before his fingers begin toyingwith her breasts. Her passion quickly built again, having been denied her earlier release. Finally he kissed down her nipples and her full breasts, down to her belly button that he washed out with his tongue and finally to her furry mound. “Are you ready for a man to eat that thing now?,” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she squealed softly and parted her legs. “Eat my box lunch. Make me cream like never before,” she begged.
He took his time. He kissed up her thigh till the hair pricked his nose, then moved to the other thigh and kissed down to her knee. He teased, but avoided the lips of her pussy. He even sucked and tongued her anal opening. She quivered in anticipation and sexual excitment. Finally he parted her pussy lips and ran his tongue the lenght of her hot wet gash. His tongue stabbed into the opening and she jerked and begin to shiver. He thrust deeper and deeper inside as his finger moved to her back door and gently pushed against the tight hole. She was moaning now, trying to be quiet enough so that she would not awaken anyone.
Her juices mingled with his spit as he probed and then sucked her cuntal flesh. Then he moved higher to find her clitoris that stood like a sentinel, guarding her entrance. He licked it and her whole body jerked. He did it again and again, evoking the same response. Then he sucked it completely into his mouth and attacked it with the roughness of his tongue. She gasped loudly and then stuck her fist in her mouth to muffle the sounds that emitted from deep inside her. One spasm after another shook her body. Pleasure was ravaging her entire body as she built to her first orgasim under a man’s tongue. Suddenly it erupted like a volcano as her hot juices expelled from her. One orgasim gave way to another until their seemed to be no beginning and no end, just one total orgsim that kidnapped her body, mind and spirit in a prison of pleasure. The bed shook as her hips bucked up and down as if they had a mind of their own.
Finally, he pulled away. She grasped for him, unwilling to give up this source of erotic excitement, He mounted her and his hard penis knocked on her door. Then he was in.
Another thrust and he was deeper than anything she had ever known before. Once more and he was all the way in. He pushed her hand away and covered her mouth with his own, stiffling the screams that wanted to explode from her throat. He rode her hard, no longer caring if Jim or Pat walked in. Then he was there. He jerked and the hot cum flew from him deep into her pussy. She moaned and soon was meeting his orgasim with another of her own.
Richard was too drained from his previous milking to make her a worthy offering and soon he lay spent on top of her body. She wished for stranger to come in where he left off and carry her back to the heights she was enjoying. She did not want it to ever end. She had been fucked hard and it felt good. She clung to his body with all her strength until finally the jolts of pleasure began to slowly subside. Then without a word to him, she seemed to drift into a deep darkness and lay limp under him.
After a moment, he got up, picked up his sleeping shorts and headed to his bed. His back felt raw where her fingernails had clawed his back, but at the moment he did not even care. Never had he been so totally drained and fulfilled sexually. Three minutes after his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep.

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My Sexy Officemate

This is a story from Sri Lanka – I live in Colombo actually. The cutural setting is a bit different but hope you’ll enjoy it. This is my first story here, so bear with me.

True Story

Caught by her neighbour boy

Caught by her neighbour boy
Kaya opened the door and stepped inside. Thank God there was something like airconditioning, it was way better here than outside. She walked through the room into the hallway and started walking up the stairs. Once she came to her room, she quickly took off her shirt and bra. After all, that’s what she was here for.
The moment her bra fell on the floor, Kaya noticed her sock drawer was open. She walked over there and as she wanted to close it, she saw the top of her favorite toy sticking out a little. She remembed what happened this morning, when she was busy with herself when she got called and had to get up as soon as possible, not being able to finish what she started. She realized that was probably the reason why she was feeling so turned on all the time.
How long would it take her to get off if she started now, she wondered? Would the people outside start wondering where she was, or wouldn’t they even notice? She decided not to think about it too much. Suddenly she had to go to the bathroom. She ran down the stairs again, stepped inside the little room, locked the door and pulled down her pants. After she was done, she pulled up her pants again. At that point she realized she was still really turned on. Why couldn’t she just have finished this morning, then she wouldnt have had this problem. She ran up the stairs for the second time and got her bikini out of her closet. That was the purpose of her being in her own room, getting ready for the big water fight.
She dropped the bikini on her bed and started to take off her pants. When she stepped out of it, she also took off her shorts, making her completely naked. Kaya couldn’t resist to take another look at her half open sock drawer. The tip of her toy was still sticking out and it looked like it begged her to grab it. She thought for a few seconds, softly whispered “aww, what the hell” to herself and grabbed her black friend out of the drawer. Quickly, she jumped on her bed.
Wasting no time, Kaya took her toy in her mouth, while her free hand went down her body. When she touched her private parts for the first time, she realized she was being really aroused. Gently she slided the tip of her middle finger in her wet kitty. Deeper and deeper it went, until her whole finger was inside her. She took it out and immediately added another finger. They both went in very smooth, the sign for Kaya to take them out and use her toy. She grabbed the dildo with her right hand and stuffed it in as fast as she could. She moaned softly, knowing she left all doors open so she shouldn’t make too much noise.
As she stroked her boobs with one hand, the other one made the black toy go in and out of her pussy. Faster and deeper she went, and she felt this was not gonna take long. That was the advantage of having been masturbating earlier today, she was really close to coming now. She could feel her body starting to shake a little as the toy kept slamming in and out of her. Her breath got heavier and she had to do her very best not to start making a lot of noise. She stopped caressing her tits and started sucking on her hand, fantasizing about pleasuring that cute boy from her class. She couldn’t hold back anymore and was about to come.
Seconds later, Kaya banged the toy in for one last time. Her whole body shivered and she felt the big orgasm running through her body. She pressed her lips on to each other tightly, making herself unable to make any sound. After the orgasm was gone, she took out the toy and layed it down next to her. She lied on her bed for about a minute. Suddenly, she heard something. Or someone, actually. Someone was running up the stairs. “Kaya”, he screamed.
Dammit, Kaya thought. It was her neighbour boy, wanting to know where she was. He knew the way, since Kaya always watched him at her place when his and her parents were out playing squash together. Her mind went blank, as she jumped up from the bed, grabbed the toy and run towards her sock drawer. She threw it in and the moment she turned around to get to her clothes, the boy opened the door. “Jake”, Kaya said. Jake, who had just turned 15, was stunned. It was the first time he ever saw a girl naked, and it was his 3 years older neighbour girl standing in front of him without any clothes. Kaya was so flabbergasted about the boy staring at her, she forgot to hide her private parts from his eyes. For seconds they stood there, until Kaya’s mind rebooted and she quickly put on her bikini. Without saying anything, she walked past the boy and run down the stairs, waiting for the kid to follow her.
She didn’t really know what do to next, whether she should talk to him about what happened or she should just leave it. She decided to pick the second option, waited for Jake to be next to her and walked outside. She realized she was probably lucky she hid the toy in time, so Jake would know for sure she had been masturbating.
This text is based on a true story… Names in the story might be as they are or might be changed due to privacy issues… You won’t know 😉
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