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part12

Monday, August 31st, 2009

neglegently resting on my bottom. “I’m not sure I could unhook you and take you

inside quickly enough if you got your neighbors sufficiently disturbed. He

started up my right leg. I tried to bite my tongue. I HAD to bite it when he got

to the top of my thigh this time. He brought up the hose and rinsed off the soap

from my legs. He started on my bottom and back. He spend several minutes working

on them. I had this image of myself as a race horse being curried (is that the

right word) after a run through a pasture. He slipped down and did my arms,

ending up on my chest. He began to do my stomach and chest. It was quite a

sensation as he worked on my breasts. When he was done I was still quite, but I

was sure I was clean, there. He spent quite a bit of time working his way down

my sides with that sponge, doing my stomach, rinsing me off. Then he did my sex.

He dropped sponge after a moment or two and used just his fingers. He certainly

got the oil out. He also gave me one helluva hard time as I tried to stay quiet.

He could see how hard it was for me as I bucked against his hand. He’d been

sifting quite a bit so he was able to completely surprise me when he slid his

cock right into me. I grabbed the fence for support as he plowed into me. It was

so weird, so kinky, so arousing, AND I HAD TO BE QUIET. I came once, and then

again and I only let out a little moan the second time. Still it was wonderful.

He unlatched the cuffs and let my hands go free. He took off my blindfold, and,

as I blinked in the dim light, pointed to his still erect member. I dropped to

my knees as I thanked him.

Out there in the moonlight I was overwhelmed by sensation. I was sopping wet,

still fairly oily (cold water only does so much), on my knees and just oozing

sexuality. It was all over me. I’d been naked now for several hours and I was

outside that way, in my own yard. I didn’t care that I was naked; I didn’t care

that my neighbors might see me. I didn’t care that any of a number of very

awkward things might happen, I was not me any more, at least not just then, I was

woman as sex, not just as sex object, but as the embodiment of sex itself. J was

there naked as I was, sporting an enormous erection that practically glowed in

the dark. He’d had me, made me come twice, but he’d held off. I couldn’t have

that. I latched onto him like a hungry tiger, taking his erection into my mouth,

grabbing his hips, literally so he couldn’t get away from me, because it was

important to me that I make him come. He allowed me to work on him for a moment

then for a couple, then he tried to get me to stop. I held on for dear life.

After a few seconds he stopped trying to pry me off and instead grabbed my hair

and pulled me to him, forcing himself deeper into my mouth, erupting as he did

it. I swallowed every drop. When he was through (I made sure) he just hugged me

for a few moments, then very quietly he said, “You could become habit forming,”

and then hugged me again. He helped me to my feet and took me back into the

house. He lead me to the bathroom and turned on the shower. When it was warm he

put me in and followed. He didn’t let me do anything right away. He started on

my feet and lathered his way up to mid thigh before starting on the other one.

He repeated the process, soaping my foot and calf and about half way up my thigh.

Then he stood up and washed my arms and back and then took out shampoo and did my

hair. When he was done with that and I was all rinsed off, he washed my face,

pausing to kiss me long and deep. I could get used to being pampered, I told

myself. Then he soaped my stomach and my bottom, being VERY thorough. He did my

thighs and then worked up to my breasts and washed them with incredibly gentle

…End of the part12. To be continued..

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One hot summer in Calcutta

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

By: Custard Chucker
My second trip to India was when I was 23 years old. I had just married an absolutely gorgeous Bengali Brahmin girl who was just 16 at the time. She was incredibly good looking, the niece of a former Miss India, and positively radiant herself. As a white American I was certainly blessed. Everyone thought it was crazy that this girl’s family would have given her marriage at so young an age, and especially to a foreigner, but they wanted to save her from getting into trouble as such a beautiful young lady is apt to do.
Unfortunately my wife and I did not hit it off at all. We had only met a few times before the wedding and she was so shy that she barely spoke. We really didn’t communicate well and the sex was difficult. My cock is quite hefty and such a young, virginal girl naturally had trouble fitting it all inside. It was very frustrating for me as there were so many attractive girls around me all the time and I yet I could enjoy with the my wife, who was the most beautiful of them all.
One day a few weeks or so after arriving in India, my wife really pissed me off by going swimming in the pukur wearing only a pair of panties and a white tee shirt in plain view of everyone. It was like a scene from a B-movie, the heroine in her white cloth with her breasts perfectly visible through the wet cotton, bathing beneath the coconut trees. Great in movies, but not when it’s your wife in front of other men!
That night I gave her a good fuck as I used to do with my girlfriends back in the States. She bled a lot and ended up at the doctor’s office. He said that her insides were scarred. Well, that made it even more difficult for us and we both sort of gave up on each other sexually. Later we started leading very much our own lives.
Many years later I found some love letters addressed to my wife from her best girlfriend. Apparently they had been having some physical relationship at that time, which is understandable. I, on the other hand, was alone in a foreign country with no sex. What was I to do?
Our neighbors were a couple quite a bit older than us. The wife was about 40 and very attractive. I will call her Asha to protect the name of the… Ummm, innocent? Well, anyway, Asha had slightly wheatish, almost white skin and big beautiful eyes. She was a healthy lady with large breasts which really turned me on. She was really quite sexy in her saris. Her husband very much neglected her and treated her like shit. Later I found out that she’d previously had several extramarital affairs. Once her husband had shown her a blue movie from America and she admitted being fascinated by the big white cocks she had seen. Now that she had an American neighbor, she was understandably very friendly with me. Moreover, I was learning a lot about her culture and, like her, I am a vegetarian and am also now a Hindu, so I wasn‘t really so foreign.
I used to frequently visit Asha’s flat to eat her cooking which was very good. Sometimes she would complain about her husband and his family and how they treated her so inhumanely. I felt genuinely sorry for her. More immediately, however, her full figure and sweet face were driving me insane. My dick was hard all practically all day long and was demanding attention. She seemed to be flirting with me as well, but very subtly and I could not really be sure since all I had ever known were the bold American girls back home. Sometimes from the corner of my eye I could have sworn I had seen her staring at my crotch.
Finally one afternoon when the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife, Asha fed me some lunch and after I returned from washing my mouth in the bathroom she ordered me to lay down on the bed to take rest. She laid down next to me and was so close that my arm was touching hers. She turned towards me and I slowly turned towards her, excited by that fact that her beautiful tits were only a few inches from me. Her sari had come slightly down and I was mesmerized by the beautiful shape of her cleavage. We both stopped talking and she placed her hand on the back of my head. I snuggled closer to her and kissed her once, very softly, just where her cleavage began above her blouse. She immediately responded by holding my head tightly and pulling me towards her.
What happened after that is a bit of a blur. I remember her pulling my face upwards and giving me a long, passionate kiss on my lips. I remember unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her bra aside, grasping her heavy breasts and licking and sucking on them, the sensations from my tongue sending an electric shock directly to my dick. Soon she became mad with lust and she pulled up my lungi to access my cock.
As Asha’s hand grasped my dick, she gasped slightly and held it very firmly. Lifting her sari and petticoat with the other hand, she then shoved my meat inside of her. I trusted deeply, happy to finally to be able to do it properly – the way a man is supposed to fuck a woman. I continued like that for sometime and Asha was obviously in heaven as she kept her eyes closed and rocked her hips while holding onto me tightly to urge me on. We fell into a smooth rhythm and I in a short time I began to pass the point of no return. I knew that Asha could no longer have any children so I let the feelings build up naturally and soon I was shooting my jism deep inside of my new lover‘s slippery pussy.
Asha and I shared a good laugh when we were finished and I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d bang her. Not by a long shot.
How much Asha enjoyed my cock was really a surprise to me. She became like a slave to it and I was able to fuck her whenever I wanted, as long as we could get together without her husband around. She gave head like a pro and sucked my dick as well as any American girl. In fact, the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced was when Asha was sucking on me. It was one typically hot, sticky afternoon as I stood in front of her rather high bed. Asha was laying down on her stomach really giving me a work over with her mouth. As the strong sensations one experiences just before coming arose and crested, she kept up her rhythm and soon I was cumming down her throat. Asha never let up for a fraction of a second, swallowing every once of my juice, as the feelings welled up inside me and took me to a place that I had never been before.
But that was just the beginning of what would become a very stormy and passionate fuck-fest that summer. We tried a variety of positions and techniques until we found a few variations that suited us best. I liked doing her doggie-style holding onto her wide hips. I always had a huge smile on my face as a cool breeze would occasionally blow through the window and I would be pumping away happily. I would always think to myself, “This is it. It’s what I have been waiting for all of my adult life. Sex with a beautiful, big-titted exotic woman in a distant land.”
Now, Asha’s tits were another story in and of themselves. As I gave her a good fuck, she would always close her eyes and I loved to see her extraordinary breasts appearing swollen in her blouse or bra. I taught her how to squeeze my cock between them, something a Dominican girl with perfect breasts back in New York used to always do for me. The sight of her large tits with my big, white dick between while she tongued the tip was too exciting to me. I usually preferred to go ahead and shoot a healthy wad all over her chest and neck but occasionally she would take my cock into her hand and rub it all over her nipples until I exploded all over them. They always looked like the snow-covered peaks of the Himalayas when I was finished.
Mostly Asha liked me to give her a good hard, American fuck. I would tease her by just putting the bulbous tip of my cock inside her and then withdraw, over and over again until she begged me to ram it home. Some days I would lick her beautiful pussy for a short while. Asha had almost no body hair and her bush was so sweet, with just a small amount of long, straight hairs, like a Chinese girl who really turned me on and I enjoyed sucking and licking on her. Unfortunately for me, she would never let me do it for long as she would get so excited that she needed an immediate righteous fuck. I would bang away as hard as I could for what seemed like an eternity, then stop and take it slow a bit so I wouldn’t come. This would go one for an hour or even two until I couldn’t resist any longer. At the end, she would be shouting “Give me the juice!“ over and over and I would release my wad inside her until I collapsed and we would hold each other tightly, sticky with our sweat and panting like dogs.
Still, Asha still had yet another surprise up her proverbial sleeve. One day while giving me head, she did something very unique. As she held my manhood tightly in her hand, she rolled it in circles against her tongue, just the sensitive underside being massaged gently. Now lubricated, she then proceeded to rub it around her lips. The sensation was stupendous and I was groaning audibly. Inspired by this, she then rubbed my cock head in circles all over her face, concentrating on her smooth, beautiful cheeks.
Well, lets just say that I never felt anything so wonderful in my life. In no time, I was splashing Asha’s lovely face in a pool of my jism. As beautiful as she was, she looked even more sexy with my jungle-juice dripping off of her cheeks. She let me finish like that and then took me into her mouth, sucking on me expertly as the shockwaves rocked my body and soul.
My relationship with Asha went on for some time very blissfully. She also enjoyed watching my jerk off and loved to see my dick get red and swollen before spilling my load. She occasionally would play with her pussy in front of me which I loved, sometimes even grabbing my cock and using it to massage her clit. In the end she would always stop short and make me fuck her hard and deep.
Ahhh…how I miss those long, hot summer days!
Thanks again to the ladies who contacted me after my last post. I got some nice compliments on the photo of my dick I emailed around, which is appreciated.
Custard.chucker@yahoo.com.

Abduction Auction

Thursday, August 13th, 2009

By: ISS
I had always been careful not to be conspicuous, but I always wore the
scantiest swimming suit of all the men in the pool or at the beach. Even at
the beaches of Chicago, most of the guys wore these boxer trunks which
reminded me of tennis shorts more than swimming suits. Since I was on the
swimming team, and since I did not care to buy an extra pair of trunks, I
always did have the smallest swimming suit–although sometimes people would
stare at me, I never paid much attention.
Recently, however, most guys have taken to wearing these nylon/lycra
trunks, so this summer I sent off to this place in California that sells
extremely scanty posing suits for bodybuilders. After they came in the mail,
I put them on under my clothes, and started off for my lunch hour at the
pool. I had done this a few times, and had felt very exposed while lying
under the sun with the girls nearby, but I never expected what happened next.
I had always listened to them talking about their boyfriends and other
assorted fraternity and sorority happenings, imagining myself as a part of
the activities. I never expected that I would actually become a part of
their frantic world. I often had to turn over and let my back get the sun in
order to hide my erection, and I had to take special care to wash my new
trunks in order to prevent staining.
Here is where it gets interesting. I was walking toward the pool when
this car pulls up and a bunch of girls start yelling “THAT’S HIM-GET HIM-
THAT’S THE ONE WE WANT-NOW!” Two big guys get out with knives, and about
three of these girls come with them, holding small guns in their hands.
“Get into the car,” they said, and I couldn’t argue, although I did look
for escape routes. I didn’t find any.
I was blindfolded and driven around for about one hour. I struggled
all the time, but only heard female voices saying things like “He’ll be a
good one, we’ll get a lot out of him!”
I was then led into a large room and strapped to a platform, and there
I was: my ankles and wrists tied, spread-eagled, and facing about 200 to
300 anxious co-eds. I had been abducted by a sorority. And the girls were
not only hot and ready, they, were in the mood for what they called fun.
The girl in charge took a microphone and said “Here we have a teacher.
Girls, we really have him!” [A loud cheer, like men at a strip show.]
“What am I given for his shoes?”
The shoes got $5. The socks $6. After each piece of clothing was
stripped form me, loud screams rang out from the crowd of nearly
uncontrolled women and girls. I suddenly realized that I was the prize in
a fund raiser! The shirt got $50. Then came the pants. The bidding was
competitive, and meanwhile I tried to escape. The bidding continued for
some time, and every few seconds she would prod me with a needle in order
to make me squirm more, and this had the result of raising the bidding,
screaming, and applause. The girls were frantic, but one finally came up
with the top bid. She got to cut off the pants, and I was left wearing
only my thin new posing suit.
Then a new wrinkle came into it, one I did not expect at all: “Who
would like to bid on the torture?” was the question. I saw electrodes, and
they were connected to my chest, thighs, and biceps. With each bid, the
money was collected and the voltage was increased. I jolted and throbbed
on the stage in front of 300 women.
Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. “What song shall we
make him dance to?” was the call. $4,000 was the winning bid, and I was
forced to throb and pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience
screamed and yelled. Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a
strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my
legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM, JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and
so it went.
I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep pulsating. Then
the shocks stopped, and I was given a rest. The sweat came from every part
of my body and began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles
trembled. I almost cursed to hours I spent in the gym lifting weights. I
wanted to sleep, but as soon as I started to rest, another electric shock
would hit my abdominals.
The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn’t expect: “WHO
WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM
COMPLETELY NAKED? COMPLETELY!?”
The bidding was frantic, and I don’t remember the amount. But I was
soon naked in front of 300 women, who were screaming and shouting, and I
was throbbing to the rhythms of the rock station they hooked up to my
body.
“WHO GETS TO PLAY WITH HIS SHAFT?” was the next call. I had no rest
while the bidding went on, still vibrating to the rock music. One of the
women won, and she came to me. She slowly put her hand on my penis and
stroked the under-side of it. She tried every variation possible, and was
very slow. I was torn between a desire to escape and a desire to come.
Every time I was about to come, she would stop until my shame and
humiliation caused me to loose my erection. She put a cock ring on me, and
I found that I no longer lost it despite my embarrassment of being so
exposed and dominated in front of 300 women. She continued to play and,
after what seemed hours of her squeezing and stroking which caused more
muscle tensing on my part, I came. I was then put out into another room
and told that I could put my clothes on and continue with my business. Now
anytime I walk down a street and see some women coming the other way, I
remember that day.

Breakfast in bed

Friday, July 31st, 2009

By: Monica
Ann awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. She looked at Brad lying on his back totally oblivious to her movements exhausted from last night’s incredible sex no doubt. He was definitely a gift to her and she wanted to please him for all that he had given to her. Tall and slender with short dark hair. He slept in the nude and she couldn’t help but stare at his soft member, curled over looking snug. The muscles in his body were well defined especially his strong arms. Brad was such a good lover always making sure that Ann was pleased before allowing himself to get off. His willingness to try anything with her turned her on.
Today, it was Ann’s turn to please Brad. She tiptoed down to the kitchen to gather some provisions. He was still sleeping when she returned setting her supplies on the bedside table.
Their bed was always prepared with ropes tied to each post. They shared a very experimental sex life. They knew each other’s limits of what was acceptable or not. They both shared the openness to try new things and for this morning, Ann was going to introduce something new. She gently wrapped his wrists with the rope tying them in place. She only had to move his arm a little and was able to do so without disturbing his slumber. She moved to his ankles and tied them as well, moving the blankets just a little bit to reach him.
Ann crawled in bed and snuggled up beside Brad. She softly kissed him on his lips as her hand moved over his chest, grazing over his breasts. His nipples hardened under her gentle touch. She used her tongue to lick lightly over his lips causing him to stir.
His eyes fluttered open sleepily. ‘What? What’s this?’ Brad hazily asked trying to touch her and noticing right away he was tied up and couldn’t move.
‘Good morning lover.’ Ann whispered with a sly smile on her face. ‘I brought you breakfast in bed to thank you for all you do for me.’ Ann reached over to the table and picked up a grape. She brought it over to Brad’s mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the tiny morsel.
‘How do you expect me to eat if I am tied up?’ Brad asked stretching his head forward against his tethered arms. Ann moved to her knees on the side of him and adjusted his pillows bringing his head up to a more comfortable position.
Ann giggled a little and answered saying, ‘Well, Brad, this is a very special breakfast in bed for you. I will take care of getting the food to you. She reached over and brought a piece of cantaloupe to his dry mouth.
Brad decided he was going to like this right away. His lover in the nude, kneeling next to him feeding him delicious fruit, what could be better, he thought to himself. Little did he know that this was just the beginning?
Ann brushed her long dark hair to the side and looked directly into Brad’s eyes with such deep desire. Brad just stared back getting lost in her deep brown dreamy eyes. ‘Brad, my love, you are in for a very special treat this morning. I hope you enjoy all that I have planned for you.’ She said in a soft sexy voice.
First, Ann took some more melon and began rubbing it all over her breasts. Brad could see the juice starting to drip down over her flesh. Round and round she pressed the fruit against herself paying special attention to her nipples. Brad continued to watch in amazement. He could see her brown nipples starting to come to life and harden. Ann held the fruit to her lips and slowly took a bite relishing its taste. The other part she offered to Brad to consume.
Ann smiled as she reached over for a couple of strawberries. Brad loved strawberries and she knew it. Brad instinctively opened his mouth and was surprised when instead; Ann put them between her soft, tender breasts and squeezed them in between to hold them there. A big smile crept across Brad’s face as he was starting to understand what was being planned.
Ann straddled over Brad’s body with a leg bent on either side of him keeping the fruit in place between her breasts. ‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ She asked him in a teasing voice.
Brad could feel his cock begin to twitch and awaken. He lay there tied and helpless. His eyes were looking at her perky dark nipples with strawberries being squeezed by her curvy tits. ‘Yes, I’m ready.’ He answered excitedly.
Ann bent forward offering Brad his breakfast in breast. His willing mouth was open and eager. He brought his tongue to one nipple licking and flicking its tip, sucking so hungrily. He was able to taste the faintness of melon. Moving to the other without stopping. He was tonguing and sucking his way up towards his goal.
Ann’s dark areolas were rock solid and his slightest touches sent incredible sensations through her body. Brad stretched his tongue searching and probing for the fruit. Ann watched Brad at his work and could feel herself getting moist in the depths of her cunt. She loosened her hold on her tits allowing Brad the pleasures of finding the fruit. He was able to bury his face in the middle of her warm tender flesh while enjoying the fine taste of his favorite fruit. The juice wet his throat and Ann heard a moan escape from his mouth as he realized his prize.
Reaching over to the bowl of goodies on the side table, Ann took another strawberry. She placed it between her teeth and brought her mouth down to Brad’s. Brad tenderly took a bite of the fruit as Ann accepted the other half, letting their lips kiss each other. With mouths closed at first to swallow their tasty treat, followed then by a deeper kiss. Using their tongues they explored each other’s mouths fervently. Ann’s hands caressed the sides of Brad’s face and down his chest. Her eyes looked down and saw his cock was standing at attention. She smiled to herself knowing that she had caused this to happen.
‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ Ann whispered in Brad’s ear kissing him there.
‘Oh, yes!’ Brad answered enthusiastically.
From the bowl, Ann showed Brad a nice juicy piece of watermelon. She took a bite, letting the cool drippings drop unto his chest. Her hand smeared the rest of the fruit over her body. She covered her breasts again keeping her nipples stimulated and down her belly. She continued to rub down towards her cunt that was sitting on her lover’s chest. Using her fingers she rub her clit as she caused it to protrude from its hood. The melon seemingly disappeared except for the wetness over Ann’s body shining in the early morning light. Brad was getting excited. He tried to move his hands to touch her but was unable to move them. He lifted his head but was limited at that as well.
‘Patience my love. There is more to come.’ Ann whispered noticing Brad’s movements. Brad was so turned on. He loved to watch his lover caress herself. Brad could feel the aching in his cock begin to pound even harder.
Brad didn’t see the next goody that Ann picked from the bowl. She lifted herself off from his chest and her hand went down to her cunt placing something inside. Ann brought her cunt to Brad’s face. He knew what to do.
Sticking his tongue out towards her hole, Ann lowered herself to meet him. Brad dove in smearing his face into Ann’s cunt curling his tongue and moving it in circles inside her. He was unable to reach the treasure she had buried inside. She adjusted the pillow behind his head giving him a better angle to perform. Brad could taste the sweetness of her natural juices mixed with a hint of watermelon and strawberry. He continued to suck her up.
‘Oh Brad, that feels so good. I want you to bite me too.’ Ann said as she gyrated her hips over him. She moved her fingers slowly down her body to her clit. She rubbed and flicked it as he used his tongue. He moved his mouth all around totally consuming every area he could reach. Using his teeth he teased her lips and moved to her clit pushing her hand out of the way. A loud moan escaped her.
Brad looked up and saw her breast bouncing and her head arched back. He knew she was close. He felt her cunt muscles contracting. He plunged his tongue in deeply using his teeth to continue to bring her pleasure with her clit. Another loud groan came from deep within Ann. Her body tensed squeezing around Brad’s face. She came in force, spraying her sweet juice out and all over Brad. It was more than he could handle in his strapped down position. Her cum splashed all over his face. Its force pushed a grape out of her cunt and into Brad’s mouth. He bit into it and could taste a new sensation. Another grape came flying out of her cunt and into his mouth. It was so soft and sweet.
Ann moved her body off from Brad’s chest sliding her wetness over to his waist stopping just short of his rugged cock leaving him laying there with all her dripping cum all over him. She laid down over him and began to lick his neck and cheeks cleaning up her own sticky taste that she had sprayed over him. She joined lips with Brad and consummated the experience in its entirety. Her mouth was wildly licking and sucking every spot of her wetness from his skin. Kissing his ear she whispered, ‘Oh Brad, you were wonderful. Have you enjoyed your breakfast?’
‘Baby, this is incredible. I love it, but my cock is hungry too. When are you going to feed it?’ Brad said feeling the pulsing in his shaft reminding him of his own desires.
‘Well honey, I have a very special treat to take care of that.’ She announced with revived energy.
Ann’s arm reached over to the table and grabbed a can of whipped cream. She sat herself up again and scooted down between his spread legs. Ann’s mouth revealed a sly smile as she asked, ‘Are you ready?’
Brad couldn’t believe all the thought that Ann had put into this special morning experience. This was something so new and exciting for them to treasure. ‘Hell yes baby. Give it to me. I want you so bad right now. I can’t wait much longer.’ He responded quickly.
Ann shook the can and aimed it at his huge cock. She sprayed it starting at the base of his cock and all the way up his entire 8-inch member. She held it in her hand upright and added a dollop to the tip. Setting the can down, Ann brought her mouth down to lightly lick the cream away from the top. She opened her mouth and cupped it around the tip. Breathing in she sucked off the silky smooth cream.
Brad was able to see almost everything. He watched wishing he could move and thrust his cock deep within his lover. He did manage to pull his hips up to meet her ravenous mouth. Brad realized that being tied up he had lost power over her, but somehow, gained it by not being able to respond as he normally would.
Ann’s tongue was licking down one side of Brad’s hardness and up the other side lapping up all the cream and letting it smear on her face. Descending on his length to his balls she glided her mouth. She looked up into Brad’s brown eyes staring at her. With her hand holding his cock, and her tongue ravishing it all over, she smiled at him showing him her satisfaction in pleasing him.
After all the cream was gone, Ann shook the can again. This time she pointed it in her mouth and squeezed filling it. After swallowing some she brought her mouth back down to his prepared dick. With her mouth still filled she inhaled his cock. Brad didn’t know what hit him. She bobbed her head so fast and so deep it amazed him. She sucked him all in, his entire shaft with the cream keeping her lips tightly pursed around it. Ann knew what she was doing and she used her knowledge of how Brad liked things done to bring him ultimate pleasure. She turned her head around bringing her face down deeply and back up pushing with her tongue under his cock on his very sensitive vein.
‘Ann that feels so incredible. Don’t stop. I love it. It won’t take me long baby. Keep going.’ Brad managed to say in between his deepening breathes.
Hearing this just made Ann quicken her pace thoroughly taking in every hard inch of Brad’s cock and going up to the rim of his cock over and over. Ann used her hand to massage Brad’s balls gently. She was fucking his mouth with such skill and desire. Her lips never loosening their grip as she worked. Bringing her mouth down completely letting his cock hit the very back of her throat again and again with her every thrust. She slammed her face down with such exquisite force that Brad felt his balls twitching for release.
‘Oh baby, oh girl. I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum baby.’ Brad yelled out as a deep trembling surged through his body and came firing out deep into the depths of Ann’s throat. Spurt after luscious spurt, Ann kept swallowing getting it all in. There was so much that she had to hold some in her mouth until she could swallow more. Ann felt a little drip out of the corner of her mouth and let it drip. After Brad had emptied every last drop of his precious juice, Ann brought her mouth gently up to the top of his sensitive cock making sure not to lose any of his sweetness. She sucked tenderly the tip of his member and gave it a final kiss before releasing it.
Ann crawled over his body and lay there resting her head on his chest. Brad turned his face and kissed her hair. ‘Is there anything else in store for me Ann or will you release me from my tethers?’ Brad asked in a soft voice.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Ann bent over and kissed Brad and said ‘good morning lover, let’s shower.’ She stood up and untied Brad’s restraints. They sat together in bed and fed each other the remaining fruit before they headed off to the bathroom to wash each other up.

Anokhi bhabhi

Tuesday, July 28th, 2009

By: shivam
Hi guys this is shivam from Hyderabad. I find it exciting to read about people fucking their chachis bhabhis moms and aunts. So here is my story relating to my sexual exploits with my bhabi (poonam).
Njoiiiiiii I am 17 year old gut staying in Calcutta with my bhaiyaa and bhabhi. My parents live in Delhi. My bhabi poonam is 32 and you know she is my darling. My brother runs his business and has to travel all over the country. He invariably remains on tour for 8 months in a year. So all u guys can imagine the amount of fun I have with my sexy and voluptuous bhabhi. So here begins the story….. My bhabhi got married to my brother a couple of years ago and believe me at that time I had not thought in my wildest dreams that I would be fucking her some day.
I had immense respect for and liked her like all devars like their bhabis. My bhabhi was perfect in all respects. She had a prefect body without a single pound of extra fat. She was quite intelligent as well. Since I and my bhabhi used to spend a lot of time together, we were quite compatible with each other. But let me tell u even in every day life she used to dress like a complete “suhaagan”. Lips red like cherry, with lots of sin door on the forehead, hands completely filled with red bangles, a big mangalsutra and to round it off she always wore a good saree sometimes pink, red, orange, blue and so on.
She looked immensely beautiful even in her daily clothes. I never hesitated in admiring her beauty. Everyday when I used to wake up my bhabhi would me a glass of juice and it was customary for me to say “thanks bhabhi, today u is looking beautiful”. She always took my compliments well and with a smile. I loved her smile a lot. She always had a soft, charming and a warm smile on her face. I used to chat with her a lot and sometimes my bhabhi would sportingly ask me “would kind of wife do u want vivek?” and my answer as usual used to be “just find me your duplicate bhabhi and I will marry her “. Hearing my answer she used to laugh loudly. Days passed by and I got closer and closer to her. Now, I don’t know why, I started to have strange feelings about her.
Whenever I would be resting or sitting alone the thoughts of my bhabhi used to preoccupy my mind. Now thoughts of her beautiful smile, lovely body used to completely fill my brain. Initially I felt guilty for harboring such thoughts about my own bhabhi but later my feelings for her intensified. I realized that was in love with her and now I just thought about her lovely body, great boobs and wide round ass. I had made up my mind to fuck her and was waiting for the right day. After fighting with myself for 3 days I decide to make a bold move. It was a Friday morning and as usual my bhbahi ha dresses her in a pink saree. She was looking sexy. All morning I did not talk to her and after bathing as I was about leave my house for some work this happened…
I went near my bhabhi with my head low, seeing me he smiled and asked “kya baat hai vishal, aajtum itne chup kyun ho?” hearing this I said “bhabi mein aapse kuch kehna chata hun. Mein janta nahin kii is baat ko kaise kahon par mera ye baat kehna bahut jarurihai. Ye sunker shayad aap mujhse nafrat karne lagen” she replied “kya baat hai? Jaldi bolo” and then holding my breath I said” bhabi mujhe lagta hai kii main aapse pyar karne laga hun”. Saying this I just rushed out of the house. Whole day I remained out, thinking about what could be her reaction when I reach home. any way at about 5 in the evening I returned home. I rang the dood bell and my bhabhi opened the door. She looked at me and smiled. I shook my head and rushed into my room, I didn’t have the courage to talk to her. I locked myself in the room for 2 hours pondering about what I had done. At about 7 I came out of my room and for the first time in the day looked at her. As I looked at her, I noticed that her face was expressionless but a noticeable change had taken place.
She was now wearing a red saree and looked completely like a dulhan. I did not read much into that change. That whole evening I did not talk to her. She served me dinner and we sat to watch a bit of television but not a word came out of our mouth at about 9 p.m. My bhabhi went inside and I thought she had gone to the kitchen to fetch me a bit of milk but she didn’t return for the next 15 minutes. I got confused and went inside to see what the matter was. I entered my bhabhis room and found her standing near the mirror. Looking at me she said “ander aao vishal aur darwaza band kar dena” what?????? I thought in my mind. Was it a dream or a reality? Anyway I locked the room and looking at my bhahi I gave her a wicked smile. By now I understood that she also approved of my love. my bhabi came near my and throwing her bangle filled hands around my neck, she gave me a gentle kiss in my lips.
Let me tell u it was the best kiss I ever had. This made me horny and I grabbed her by her waist and gave her a tight kiss on her lips. Then I removed her sarees paloo and started to press her huge breasts. In the mean time she tore off my shirt and loosened the strings of her petticoat. It fell down and now she stood only in her blouse and panty. Her legs were quite beautiful. I tore of her blouse only to find her not wearing a bra! Her breasts looked amazing and I took them in my mouth, sucking milk out of it. After couple of minutes she threw me forcefully on the bed. I watched my bhahi and what a sight it was. My lovely sexy bhabhi only wearing a panty. Her soft boobs completely bare and hands full of red bangles. What a terrific combination! She came near me pulled out my pajama and underwear. My lund was saluting her. She jumped on the bed and took it in her mouth and licked it. I felt relieved, horny, and calm all at the same time.
Then I threw her on the bed and laid myself on her body, kissing every part of it. my bhabi loved every moment of it. I kissed her every body part and then trusted my lund into her cunt. She screamed with pain and pleasure. I pushed it harder until I blasted my cum into it and all this while she groaned “jorse vishal, aur jor lagao” I kept my lund inside her cunt untill I cumed thrice in it. After that I took in out and licked her ass juice. By that time we were burning with heat and sweat. The smell of her armpit and body was like scent to me. Well, we continued to fuck each other for the next 6 hours kissing each other on every body part and from all possible angles. After 6 and a half hour of intensive fucking, I slept on bhabhis body. Next morning I woke up still in the bed, completely naked.
My bhabhi came in the room wearing a sexy nighty which hung on to her body only by two small strings. She had not taken a bath and she smelled great. She came in with a cup of tea and gave it to me like all wives give to their husbands, she laughed looking at me and the stood up, loosened the two strings of her nighty and let it slip out of her body. She was standing bare, without even a panty and jumped into the bed. well u all knows what happened for the next couple of hours. Now, I and my bhabhi r two great lovers and when ever my bhaiyaa is out with work we make sure that we bath together and fuck each other at least 5 hours in the day alone. Sleeping together at night is a different thing. At about 6 in the evening she puts in her sexy nighty not wearing any under garments and when we are about to sleep, she removes it and sleeps completely naked with me. I too sleep without underwear. It facilitates quick fucking.
On Sundays we make it a point of not coming out of bed till 4 in the afternoon. My bhabhi wears whatever saree I ask her to. When I wish to look at her as a dulhan and want to have suhaagraats I ask her to wear a red saree with all her make up. Sometimes at my command she remains completely naked all day! She does not feel ashamed as she considers me her husband when bhaiyaa is out and standing bare in front of your husband is not shameful at all. We love each other immensely and whenever bhaitaa is back we r back to old relationship of devar-bhabhi. although my bhabhi sleeps 4 months in a year with my bhaiyaa she insists that she has never had physical relationship with her.
She says that I am the only one to make use of her body and she even says that she will never allow my bhaiyaa to fuck her. She wishes to have 3 or 4 kids from me and now after two years of immense fun, we r planning to have first of our four babies. After all husband-wife relationship only gets better when kids are born!!! Any unsatisfied bhabhi, chachi mom or even aunts in Hyderabad can contact me at wildchat05@yahoo.com. I will be grateful to satisfy your desires. so all u aunts’ bhabhis chachis in Calcutta contact me quickly and without any hesitation.

Mindys mistake

Monday, July 27th, 2009

By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”

“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”

“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”

“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”

“Hmmm, Sherry?”

“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”

“Never saw her before last night.”

“Uh, huh.”

“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”

“Nope.”

“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”

“Oh, yeah, I saw her and that other girl dancing together a little bit, and then I never saw her again. I think she left around the time you left with Sherry.”

“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”

“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”

“Detective Jones?”

“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”

“The missing girl? Mindy? No, I don’t know her. She and her friend just kinda crashed my party last night. Not that I minded. Glad to have more people, you know. But I never saw her before last night.”

“Uh, I’m not sure. I think they showed up about 9:00. But there was so many people last night; I didn’t even get to talk to them.”

“Well, her friend, Sherry, went home with a guy I know. I thought they all left at around the same time.”

“Uh, a little after 11:00 I think Mindy and Sherry left with Brad.”

“Yeah. His name is Brad Walker.”

“Sure, no problem. 123 Main street. 867-5309.”

“You’re welcome, Detective. I sure hope you find her!”

“Yeah, If I hear anything about her I’ll call you.”

“Okay. Bye.”
Oh girl! The police are looking for me! I’ll just lie low and try to escape from this thing again tonight. He’ll never know I was here.
He returned to his computer. I could hear the clickety-click on the keyboard for the next few hours. It was getting uncomfortable with this pipe jammed in my mouth, though I was feeling so horny strapped into his device. Yet, my mouth was so dry from breathing through my mouth. I was dying of thirst, and my stomach was starting to growl. I wasn’t sure I could wait until night to escape.
He left the room, and I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs. I pulled and pulled until it felt like my wrists were raw, but I couldn’t free my hands. I’m so fucked!
I had to take a dump, and I was again glad for the thorough way he designed this device. I let my poop fall into that Tupperware tub under that hole under my butt. Then I peed a little more into that pipe.
I was so incredibly thirsty. My mouth was parched. I understood now why people adrift at sea drink salt water, knowing it would kill them.
I heard footsteps again.
“What’s that smell?” he said.
A few more footsteps. “What the? whose shit is that?”
Another two footsteps. “Holy shit! I see a tongue wiggling down at the bottom of the funnel! Is that you Diane?”
_Diane? No! I’m Mindy._ “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screeched with that pipe jammed in my mouth.
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Diane. But this is such a surprise! I know you said you wanted to try my toilet slave machine, but I never expected you to put yourself inside it like this last night.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. _I’m not Diane, you idiot! I’m Mindy! Let me out! _ “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
“Well, I guess you’re thirsty, huh, Diane?”
_Oh girl! I’m so thirsty! But_ please _don’t piss in my mouth! Please! _
I heard movement and shuffling. A zipper zipped open. _Oh girl! No! _ Water splashed against the funnel, echoing loudly inside that toilet box.
I tried to close my mouth. I clamped my teeth down on that pipe with all the strength in my jaw. The PVC pipe held my mouth wide open.
A stream of warm liquid dribbled into my mouth from the pipe. It tasted salty. Then, _gaaaa! _ It tasted like piss! It tasted like a smelly pissy bathroom in a dirty bar.
His filthy urine collected at the back of my throat while he continued to pee against the side of the funnel. My mouth was nearly full of piss when he stopped. Then he squired a short stream against the funnel. Then another.
I heard him zip his pants back up and leave the room. Oh, girl! I couldn’t breathe with my mouth full of his pee. I tried to blow it out, but that just swished it around inside my mouth. Now, I had to take a breath even worse.
I had no choice. Okay, I had a choice. I could swallow his filth, or I could die. As hard as it was with my jaw held wide open, I swallowed, and swallowed again. The only way I was going to take another breath was to chug it all down. Every drop.
Finally, I took a sweet breath. Then I felt like puking. I resisted. I knew that if I puked, I’d just puke it up into the pipe in my mouth and have to swallow it again to breathe. Don’t puke! Don’t puke! Don’t puke!
_Oh, this is so sick! How could I have done this to myself? At least I wasn’t thirsty any more._
Some time later, he came in again and unzipped his pants. The taste of his piss was still in my mouth from the last time he peed.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed.
He said, “What does ‘Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh’ mean, Diane? That’s not the Morse-code safe-word you said you would use, you know.”
His hot salty piss splashed against the funnel and into my mouth again. It wasn’t so bad this second time.
Yet, my stomach hadn’t stopped growling for hours. I was starving! He had to let me out to eat! Or drop some food into the funnel. He couldn’t let _”Diane”_ starve!
It must have been night, for I eventually dozed off again. But something woke me. I heard footsteps again. I was so thirsty that I sucked down his salty piss. Then I heard a soft bump and felt the head box wobble a little.
I heard a short hissing sound echo inside the funnel.
A moment later, I heard, like a sucking sound, followed by a thud against the funnel. Something soft, wet, and sticky dropped into my mouth. _Gaaaaaaa! No! _
I felt like puking again. Just knowing that there was a lump of someone else’s shit in my mouth made me feel flush and nauseous. It was resting against the back of my throat. Then another banged against the funnel and slid into my mouth a moment later.
I pushed it out of my mouth back up the pipe with my tongue. That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life–push shit out of my mouth with my tongue. But all the shit blocking the pipe blocked air from getting in. I couldn’t breathe again.
Then he shit another turd into the funnel.
I realized my mistake too late. Now I would have three huge turds of shit in my mouth to chew and swallow before I could breathe again. I moved my tongue aside let his shit drop into my mouth.
Oh girl! It was stringy, lumpy, and syrupy, and chewy, all in one! And the taste! The taste of shit! Shit tastes worse than it smells! I must be one of the few people in the world who knows what shit tastes like–bitter and smoky.
At least it was so soft that I didn’t need to chew it. I just swallowed it little by little until it was all down, then I took a sweet breath of cool fresh air. Then he dropped another turd into the funnel and into my mouth. This one, I swallowed right away.
I think he stood after that, because the box wobbled a little again. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.
I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!
_Ah, beautiful footsteps! Give me your pee! I’m so thirsty again! _ I heard him walk up to me, then his warm pee splashed against the funnel and into my mouth. His pee was so refreshing! Am I sick?
Hours passed before he came to use me again. As the day wore on, he peed a few times, satisfying my thirst each time.
Every so often, I would moan “Ahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ah!” trying to hit upon that random Morse code safe-word that Diane told him she would use.
That evening, he dropped a pill of some kind into my mouth. It was chewy and tasted like strawberry, like a multi-vitamin. Then he gave me a squirt of piss to wash it down.
The following day, my own poo was loose and watery into that Tupperware tub under my ass. Cleaning that up serves him right!
I gradually lost count of the times I drank his pee and ate his shit. I had no idea how many days had passed, even.
The phone rang one evening (at least I thought it was evening) while he was typing at his computer in the room.
He said, “Hello?”

“Hey Brad! What’s up?”

Really?”

“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”

“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”

“Then the reporters came around too.”

“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”

“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”

“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”

“Great!”

“Okay. See you. Bye!”
After untold days, weeks, and months had passed, I had been subsisting entirely on his piss and shit. I had lost count of the time that I had been built into his toilet slave machine. I hated to think what my complexion looked like. Forget my complexion, I must have been fired from my job, missed a rent payment or two, and a couple of car payments. All my other bills, too. Oh girl! My life is totally screwed!
His phone rang while he was typing at his computer again. “Hello.”

“D-D-Diane? I, I?”

“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”

“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”

“I don’t know.”
….
“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”

“No! Nothing’s wrong!”

“I’ll explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”

“Yeah, love you too, bye!”
_Was that_ the _Diane he was just talking to? _ He stepped up to the toilet and said, “You’re not Diane! So who the hell is in there?”
I heard him fumble with the latches on the outside of head box next to my ear. He lifted the box, pulling that pipe out of my mouth for the first time in weeks. Sweet relief!
He looked down at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I coughed a few times and answered, “I’m Mindy.”
“Holy shit! You’re that missing girl!”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What are you doing in there?”
“When I saw your thing here. I just couldn’t help myself. Are you gonna let me out now?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring off into space.
“Please!” I begged. “Please! You have to let me out! You have to! Please!”
He sighed. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live–uhm–how long has it been since your party?”
“Hmmm, a little over two months.”
“Oh shit! Then I don’t live anywhere. My landlord is such a jerk. He would have rented my place out by now. My car is probably repossessed. Everything I ever owned is gone. Maybe Sherry will let me live with her.” I started to cry. “I don’t know what do to any more.”
“Mindy,” he said slowly. “Everyone’s looking for you. If I let you go, suddenly the police, the newspapers, and everyone is going to be into my business.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. “But?” I asked.
“I can’t have that.”
“Please!”
“I’m sorry Mindy, but your body is now part of my machine. Permanently.”
He lowered the toilet back onto my face. “Noooo!” I screamed until the pipe forced itself into my mouth again.
He gave me some pee to drink, and then walked out of the room.
* END *

Graduation Party -2

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

By: ISS
“I do!” Brad cried out as he followed her up the stairs. They all stopped the bogus game and followed Brad.
“Where is your sister?” Mary asked as they all grabbed their favorite donut from the box.
“I think she might be upstairs. I’m not sure.” Meagan grinned.
“She’s going to kill you.” Tara whispered to Meagan as Mary turned and walked up the stairs.
“MOM!” Janet’s voice screamed from above.
“Busted.” Mike laughed as he swallowed his whole donut. He grabbed another and stuffed it in his mouth.
“Sex can make you hungry.” Mike said not realizing Meagan’s father Fred had entered the house and was standing behind him.
“Mike.” Brad whispered and pointed back at Jim.
Mike turned and felt the worst fear of his life. Until the man smiled that is.
“I’m glad you found the donuts. We had to leave the movie early because my hearing aid died on me.”
“Your hearing aid?” Mike asked somewhat relieved.
“WHAT?” Fred shouted back at the boy.
“NOTHING!” Mike shouted back. The man smiled and turned around to see Alex running down the stairs only wearing his jeans.
“WHATS THAT ALL ABOUT?” Fred turned and asked the kids standing around eating donuts.
“DON’T KNOW DAD. WE ARE GOING BACK DOWN STAIRS TO FINISH OUR TRIVIA GAME!” Meagan shouted.
Jim leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I heard what Mike said. Let’s talk later.”
Meagan smiled and kissed him on his cheek.
The following week Mike opened the store door and Meagan was his first customer. He did not turn the “CLOSED” sign around and took her hand and led her into the back room.
“We have an hour before the store opens.” He said as his lips pressed down to hers. Her tongue quickly found his.
“Did you bring it?” She asked looking up at him with her baby blues.
He shook his head yes and pulled out the wrapped protection from his rear pocket. They moved over to the small cot and slowly undressed each other. They had not been intimate since the party and both were extremely horny.
Meagan giggled as he tore open the package and pulled out the rubber. “I’ve never did this before.” He said looking at her.
“Duh. Me neither.” She laughed.
“No. I mean I’ve never put on a rubber before.” He held it up and looked at it.
“I think I can figure it out.” She laughed. She took it from his trembling hands and calmly pushed it down over his Mount Rushmore.
“Thanks.” He laughed.
“Don’t mention it.” She said as she moved back and opened her legs.
“I mean it.” She said while he positioned his body until his prick pushed at her maidenhead.
“You mean what?” He asked panting.
“Don’t mention it. I know how you boys like to talk.”
“I won’t I promise.” He moaned as he pushed forward until he felt something give.
“Stop.” She said smiling.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He worried.
“A little but I’m OK. I just want to experience my transformation from a girl to a woman.” She smiled as she pulled him deeper inside of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Just remember you are my woman.” He grunted as he pushed in and out, in and out.
“And, you are my man.” She moaned as they raced to the finish line. Mike tried to hold back but his first experience into a woman’s body was too much. “Meagan. I’m com…………….ing.” He announced.
Meagan smiled as he unloaded his love deep inside her. She did not climax but she knew there would be more opportunities. She held him close and whispered in his ear. “Did you bring any more?”
Mike smiled. “Of course. A Boy Scout is always prepared.” He discarded the filled rubber and pulled out the new one from his jeans lying on the floor. He looked down at his limp tool.
“There’s one problem.” He laughed.
“Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of that problem. She turned her body and took his noodle between her lips. Less than 30 seconds later her mouth was full of his manhood.
The second time took a lot longer and it was Meagan whose screams shook the tiny shoe store. The cot pushed against the shelf and a small shoe box fell down and smacked Mike on his ass. “OUCH!” He yelled.
“What was that?” Meagan said as they both turned to see the small box.
Mike remained hard inside of her pussy as he grabbed the box and looked inside. “Shit. Look at this.” Meagan’s eyes opened wide when she saw its contents.
Mike and Meagan put the shoebox down and finished their lovemaking. Meagan was finally adjusting to the size of Mike’s tool and was now pushing back as much as she was taking it. The portable cot was about to fall apart and continued to bang against the wall. Just as Meagan climaxed they heard someone pounding on the front door.
“Shit.” Mike said stopping his pumping motion. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was ten minutes before the store was due to open. He drove his piston in once more but heard the pounding get louder. “Fuck.” He pulled out and quickly pulled up his jeans and slid his tee shirt on. As he tied his sneakers he noticed Meagan had not moved.
“Meagan hurry and get dressed! It might be my parents!”
“I can’t move.” She giggled. “I’ve been fucked to death.”
Mike laughed and threw her panties and bra to her. He peeked through the curtains and saw Meagan’s sister Janet with her hands positioned on the sides of her face as she peered into the store.
“It’s Janet.” Mike announced.
“Good. Now come on back.” Meagan begged holding out her hands.
“I have to open the store in a couple of minutes so we don’t have time.” Mike said shaking his head. Meagan had turned from a tomboy to a girl in heat. Mike opened the curtain and walked to the front door. Janet saw him and smiled. He opened the door and Janet stormed in.
“Is Meagan here?”
“Well……maybe………..why?” Mike stuttered. Janet walked quickly into the back room and froze seeing Meagan pulling up her pink panties.
“I hope you used protection.” She said until she saw the spent rubber by the bed. “Never mind. I guess my little sister is not a little girl anymore. Are you OK?” “Janet. What are you doing here?” Meagan asked pissed.
“I’m trying to warn you Dad is looking for you. I didn’t want him to find you like this.”
“What’s he want with me?” Meagan asked as she quickly pulled up her jeans and shirt.
“He wouldn’t tell me but he said it was good news.” They heard the bell signaling someone had entered the front door. “It’s him.”
“Hello Mr. Green.” Mike said nervously. “Hi Dad.” Meagan said coming through the curtains.
“What were you doing back there? Are you two alone?” He asked visibly upset.
“No Dad. I’m here.” Janet said laughing as she came through the curtains.
“Good.” Jim Green said. “This letter from State came for you this morning.” He handed her the unopened letter.
“They already turned me down for the scholarship.” Meagan said as she ripped open the envelope. She quickly read the letter and smiled. “The other girl turned it down and they are now offering it to me!” She said jumping up and down for joy.
Janet and her father both moved forward to hug her but Mike stayed silent. Meagan turned and looked at him. “I got…………” She was ready to say ‘it’ but realized that she would be living away from him now. They both were planning on going to the local university but now they would be separated.
“Meagan. That’s great.”" Mike said forcing a smile.
“Dad. I think we need to go home.” Janet said pulling on his arm to leave. Jim finally realized what was going on. “We will see you at home.” They left.
“I can still see you.” Meagan said as she pulled his body into hers. “I’ll only be five hours away.”
“Yeah I know.” He said kissing her on her forehead. “But, sometimes distance messes up a relationship.”
Both of them remained silent as they thought about being away from each other. Suddenly the doorbell went off and a man and woman came in. “I’ll call you later.” Mike said as he walked over to help the couple. Meagan sadly walked out of the store.
*****
Tara and Brad were sitting in Tara’s den watching TV and waiting for her parents to leave the house. Her mom and dad were going out of town for the weekend and were leaving Tara home alone for the first time. The only way they would agree to it was if Meagan and Heather stayed with her.
“Now you two behave yourselves.” Tara’s mom Carol said pointing her finger at her.
“We will Mom.” Tara said smiling. “I’m going to college next year so you have to learn to trust me.”
“I trust you.” Carol said. “It’s him that I don’t trust.” She glared at Brad.
“Mrs. Green. I promise to be good.” He said putting his hands up to shield him from her. They both laughed. Brad had been dating Tara since they were 15.
Tara was wearing a short skirt and tight blouse with new Victoria Secret baby blue thong and panties. Today was going to be her de-flowering and she wanted to look nice and sexy.
“I thought Heather was coming over?” Carol said looking at her watch.
“She should be here any minute.” Tara said trying not to be upset.
Heather pulled into Tara’s driveway and noticed her parents were still at home. She grabbed her small suitcase and moved to the front door.
“It’s Heather!” Tara’s Dad yelled when he opened the door. “I’m glad you are here.” He said to Heather while rolling his eyes. “Let’s go dear.” He yelled back to his wife.
“I thought they would never leave.” Tara said smiling. “Did you hear from Mark?” Heather had told her Mark had not talked to her since Meagan’s graduation party.
“No. I think he is still pissed. He suspects I fucked Alex when we were demonstrating that position on the sofa.”
“It did look pretty real.” Brad said. “You two didn’t really……”
“Of course not.” Heather lied. “Even if I did what difference would it have made? After all he did go down on Janet.”
“Going down and fucking are two different things.” Brad said.
“How would you know?” Heather asked pissed with his comments. She knew both Tara and he were virgins.
“I’ll let you know in about an hour.” Brad chuckled as he grabbed Tara’s hand to lead her upstairs. Tara smiled and followed her boyfriend.
“Probably two minutes.” Heather laughed as she watched the two walking up the stairs. Brad moved his hand behind his back and gave her the finger.
*****
As long as Mike was busy in the store he was OK. When no one was there he thought about Meagan leaving town. Today was supposed to be a special day. He would not be a virgin anymore. But he would have traded it if Meagan stayed at home. He realized he was being selfish but she was looking so good he was jealous she would find someone else. His buddy Mark was also going to State so maybe he could get him to keep an eye on her.
A light rain was falling as Betty Talbert pulled into the parking space in front of the shoe store. She had not been back to the store since the incident and felt nervous as she opened the door. She saw Tom’s grandson Mike helping a young boy pick out some shoes. He turned and waved to her.
Mike watched the mother and son leave the store and walked over to Mrs. Talbert.
“Hello Mike.” She said smiling. “I’m so sorry about your grandfather.”
“It’s OK. He died happy.” Mike said knowing he was looking up her skirt.
“I’m so embarrassed about that.” She said looking down.
Mike noticed she was wearing the same outfit she had on that day. “Would you like to try on some shoes?” He asked feeling his heart beat faster. His smile told her what he was thinking.
“You know I’m not much older than your mother.” She said shocked the young boy would suggest such a thing.
“You’re a very beautiful woman now and even before.” He said still smiling.
“Before?” She asked not sure what he meant.
“This morning I found an old shoebox that my grandfather hid in the backroom. It had some interesting things inside.”
Betty’s heart almost stopped like Tom’s did that dreadful day. He had told her he had thrown away those photos. Now his young grandson had them.
“You have to give those back to me.” She said sternly. “They should have been thrown away years ago. Since they are photos of me they belong to me.”
“But they were not just photos of you.” Mike said knowing he had the upper hand.
Betty thought back to that night many years ago. They were all camping out in the back woods when the party got out of hand. Tom, being the older one, got Betty and the other girls to dance by the campfire. He took their pictures with the Polaroid Camera as they danced and drank beer. She didn’t remember which girl started striping first but soon they were all topless. The booze lowered her resistance and that night she lost her virginity. She found out later that Tom had taken photos of everything. He had told her the photos were destroyed.
“If you don’t give them to me I’ll have to tell your parents.” She said firmly.
“I don’t think so.” He laughed. “I think it was my father who was in a lot of your photos. I don’t think my mother will be happy to see what you two were doing.”
Betty stared at the boy. Shit he was just like his grandfather, handsome and confident. She knew she would shock him with her next words. “Your mother was there too. How many photos did you find?”
“No way.” Mike laughed. His mother was the most conservative prude he knew. He realized she was serious. “Four pictures.” He replied.
“He took a lot more than that.” She laughed. “Maybe we need to look around some more?”
Mike looked at the clock. It was closing time. He moved to the door and turned the sign around to say ‘CLOSED’ and walked ahead of the older women into the back room. He had cleaned the storage room many times but his grandfather told him to not worry about dusting the tops of the shelves. If there were more photos they would be up there. He grabbed a chair and climbed up on top of it. The chair was wobbling so Betty quickly put her hands on his waist to steady him. Her face was only inches from his cute little ass.
“I feel something up here.” Mike said as he touched another shoebox. He tried to get it but it was all the way in the back. “A few more inches,” he said just as Mrs. Talbert’s fingers slid down to cup his ass cheeks. “Whatt?” He asked looking down at her smile.
“Keep looking.” She ordered as her fingers squeezed and caressed. God his butt was so firm. She thought about her own husband’s flabby butt who was probably napping about now. The photos had fired up some passion deep inside of her.
“A little bit more.” He said feeling his hard-on pressing outward. Her fingers were down moving down under his ass and up between his thighs. “Ohh!” He cried as her fingers cupped his balls. “Mrs. Talbert!” He was loosing his balance and had to grab the shelf to keep from falling. His body turned to face her. He held on to the shelf as he watched her fingers move up to the snap on his jeans.
“I’m going to fall.” He said as she unzipped his fly.
“Well hold on to something.” She laughed as she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees at the same time. His hard nine inch prick sprang straight out at her face. She jumped back and giggled. “You are just like your grandpa.” Her small fingers curled around its base.
“We shouldn’t….” He moaned as her face moved forward to allow her tongue to lick off the pre-come from the tip.
“Oh yes we should. It’s what you wanted before right?” She said as her fingers started to slowly stroke him forward and back.
“I guess SOO!” He groaned as her mouth moved over the crown.
She popped her mouth off and licked her lips. “Yep. Just like Tom. Why don’t you come down from there?”
“But the photos.” Mike said as he grabbed her hand to step down onto the floor. He almost fell because his jeans were now wrapped around his ankles.
“The pictures can wait. This can’t.” She giggled as she pulled him over to the cot. “You’re not a virgin are you?”
“Well no.” He thought. “This morning was the first………” He started to say but didn’t want to mention Meagan’s name.
“Good. Maybe I can teach you the right way before you pick up bad habits.” She pulled the long zipper down her grey dress.
“Bad habits?” He said watching the older woman toss the dress aside. Her full pure white breasts were overpowering her tight beige bra and her full white panties showed the light shadow of her bush.
“Sure. Men liked to stick it in and bam-bam they are done.” She laughed. Her thin arms moved around to release her bra. She knew her breasts still looked quite nice and watched his _expression as she pulled the cups off her firm mounds. Her light brown nips stood at attention.
“Did you and grandpa? You know?” He asked as her panties moved slowly over her sparse blonde and grey bush.
“Fuck?” She laughed. “No. We only played the teasing game. It was a lot of fun while it lasted. But, you and I will fuck.” She giggled using the ‘F’ word. She took his hand and led him to lie down on his back.
“I shouldn’t do this.” Mike said making a last ditch effort to stop it. “I have a girlfriend.” He said thinking of Meagan.
“Will you tell her?” Betty chuckled as she moved her body on top of his and aimed his tip at her juicy opening.
“No.” Mike said feeling his tip rub against her moist folds.
“Me neither.” She laughed as she lowered her body down onto his hard shaft. “OH MY! YOU ARE A BIG BOY!” She cried as her frail body took all of his length.
Mike’s body automatically started to quickly rise and fall. But, she smacked him on the side of his face. “SLAP”
“Ouch!” He said holding his cheek. “What was that for?”
“Slow down. This is not a race. Lie back while I show you heaven. ” She said as she moved her head up over his mouth.
“Kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. Run your hands gently over my back and ass. Mike did as she said. “Nibble not bite.” She giggled feeling his lips doing as she said. His large hands explored her back and hips. She started to rise again up his shaft and slowly back down.
“When you push inside make sure you rub against my clitoris.” She instructed. “You know what a clitoris is right?”
“No.” Mike confessed as he sucked on her earlobe.
“Give me your finger.”
Mike allowed her to take his index finger and guide it down between their bodies until she pushed the tip against the small but hard mound of flesh at the top of her slit. “Right there. Touch it for a while.” She moaned as she let his finger go. Mike now knew what the pleasure button was called.
Betty closed her eyes feeling his lips everywhere on her neck and ears. One hand was massaging her ass while the other hand played with her clitoris. Besides all of that his long rod was completely filling her up. “God. You’re a fast learner.” She moaned as she approached her climax.
Mike forgot about his own pleasures as he spent all of his energies on making her happy. “You want to go fast.” He sped up his fucking action. “Or slow?” He whispered in her ear. He could tell from her rapid breathing that she was almost ready to come. He was in control and grinned as he teased her.
“FASTER!” She screamed as she felt the fires igniting the dynamite between her thighs. “OH LORD I’M COMING!” She screamed. The bed once again smacked against the shelf and another shoebox fell hitting her in her quivering ass. Neither of them stopped to see what it was. Mike felt his dam burst and he held on to her small ass until he was completely empty.
“Did I do OK?” Mike asked with a smile.
“Yes.” She panted. “Damn good.” She rolled off of his body and picked up the shoebox and peeked inside. Mike watched as she pulled out a stack of old photos and looked at them. “Yep. These are the ones that I remembered. You may be interested in this one.” She held it out for him to view.
“Holy shit! Is that………?”
“Yes sir in the flesh.” She laughed.
*****
Heather turned on the TV to keep from falling asleep. Tara and Brad had been upstairs for almost 30 minutes. She moved back on the sofa and surfed through the channels until she saw a movement behind her. She jumped and held up the remote control to throw it until she saw who it was. “Tara? Are you OK?”
“Yes.” The young girl said while sitting down only wearing her new bra and panty set. “Things didn’t go as planned.” Just then they heard Brad moving quickly down the stairs and out the door.
“You have to promise not to tell anyone.” She said almost crying.
“Sure.” Heather said as she put her arm around her friend.
“He couldn’t get hard.”
“But, he was surely hard last week.” Heather said remembering how he looked when Janet pulled down his briefs.
“I know.” She sobbed. “He was as surprised as I was. It must be me.”
“Bullshit. Any man would die to have sex with you.”
“Thank you.” Tara said wiping her eyes. They heard the doorbell ring. Heather opened it to see Meagan. She did not look too happy either. “What’s wrong with you?”
Meagan walked in to see Tara crying. “What’s wrong with her?”
They all moved together and hugged. Meagan told them her good news and the reaction from Mike after they had made love. Tara told her about Brad’s failure to take her cherry. Heather told both of them that she had broke up with Mark. They all looked at each other and bawled.
*****
Both Mark and Brad were sitting on Mike’s porch when he arrived home. “Whassup?” He said seeing them both looking upset. They quickly told him and he sat down between them on the step. “Meagan’s going away to college. She got the scholarship from State.”
“Fuck man. That’s too bad.” Brad said. The three of them just stared at the traffic passing in front of Mike’s house.
“I do have some good news.” Mike said with a smile. “I’m not a virgin anymore.”
“Meagan?” Brad asked.
“Yes, and………” He grinned.
“Two at the same time?” Mark jumped in.
“Not at the same time but both were today.” Mike said proudly.
“Shit man. Tell us.” Brad said pulling his buddy over to him.
“Remember the lady who was trying on shoes when my grandfather died?”
“Yeah. Betty somebody.” Mark answered.
“Evidently she and my grandfather had something going for a long time. She stopped by today to continue it with me.”
“Shit. How old is she?” Brad asked.
“She said she was a couple of years older than my mom and she is 44.” Mike answered.
“You fucked an old lady?” Mark said loudly.
“Shhh.” Mike said looking behind him to make sure his parents were not listening by the door.
“She might be old but her body was like a young woman’s.” Mike said defensively. “And, God, she taught me how to fuck.” He laughed.
“Really?” Brad asked. “Do you think she will teach me?”
“I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone so how can I asked her?” Mike laughed at his buddy.
“Me too?” Mark asked. “Since I won’t be getting any from Heather I would love for her to do show and tell with me.”
“She said she would come by tomorrow at closing. How about you guys being there instead of me? Who knows she might just take you both on?” Mike laughed.
“Deal.” The both said at the same time.
***** Meagan told Tara she felt so bad she couldn’t stay and went home to call Mike but his parents said he had left with Brad and Mark. She changed into a long nightshirt, took out the letter and read it over and over until she fell asleep. *****
Mike left Brad and Mark at Mark’s house and decided to stop by Tara’s to talk to Meagan since she was supposed to be staying for the night. He knocked on the door and saw Tara’s face peeking out from behind the small curtains. “Mike.” She said opening the door a fraction.
“Is Meg here?” He asked.
“No. She and Heather left because I wanted to be alone.”
“Sorry to have bothered you I heard……..” He stopped realizing Brad was not supposed to tell anyone.
“It’s OK. Meagan and Heather know too.” Tara said. “Do you want to come in?”
“Gee. I shouldn’t………..you are all alone…….I should go home…your parents aren’t at home right?” He stumbled. Tara smiled and opened the door enough for him to see her right breast only covered by her pale blue bra. “Come in if you are coming in.” She giggled as she opened the door until her whole body could be seen.
“You sure?” Mike asked frozen to the spot.
“Yes.” She said softly as she left the door open and walked back into the house. The rear strap of the thong was squeezed down into her ass crack. Mike’s turned to make sure no one was watching as he moved into the house and closed the door.
He walked down the hall and looked into the den where she has disappeared to. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed smiling.
“If you want I’ll put on my robe.” She giggled. Her eyes locked on the huge bulge in his jeans.
“NO. I mean only if you want to.” Mike said blushing. Even though they had seen each other naked at the party they were not alone like they were now.
He started walking to the chair. “Sit by me.” She said confidently. Mike did as she said.
“Can I get you something?” She asked in the sexiest voice she could muster up.
“Something?” Mike repeated.
“Sure.” She giggled and uncrossed her legs. “Anything you want.”
Mike’s eyes moved to the dark shadow of her pubic mound at the vee in her panties. “Tara. Are you sure?” He asked. Things were out of control. Yesterday he was a virgin and now the third female today was offering him her body.
“Yes.” She whispered. “No one will know but you and me.”
“But Brad. Won’t he know when you do it?”
“Brad will be so happy he won’t even know his name.” She smiled. Her fingers moved to the small clasp between her breasts and released it. Mike watched as she pulled it apart to show him her young firm mounds and tiny small uplifting pink nips.
“Why don’t we go upstairs?” She asked as she stood and reached out for his hand.
Mike didn’t blink an eye as she led him up the stairs and into her room. The bed was messed up from her earlier dealings with Brad.
“I didn’t bring any protection.” He said watching her push down her thongs and lie back on the bed.
“Don’t worry I’m protected.” She giggled. She slowly opened the young tan thighs to show him her dark hairy nest surrounding her pink rose.
Mike quickly took off his clothes and moved up next to her. She grabbed his prick and pulled it towards her virgin target. But he stopped her. “This is not a race.” He whispered remembering what Betty had told him. “Lie back and let me show you heaven.”
Tara closed her eyes and for the next ten minutes felt Mike’s fingers and lips on every part of her body. His tongue made her nipples harder than ever before and his hands on her ass was driving her crazy. By the time he lined up his penis to enter her protective gate her body was screaming for him to fuck her.
She moaned out loud from the initial pain and he stopped as the huge tip broke through her hymen. “You OK?” He asked. Tara took a deep breath and said “yes keep going”. He did until he was almost all the way in and he could not go anymore.
“Go slow.” She moaned. The pain had turned into pressure and finally into pleasure. His fingertip found her small clit and massaged it as he slowly pumped in and out of her.
“Fuck me Mike.” She whispered as she curled her legs around his hips to hold on. “My pussy is yours.”
Mike kept his cool and composure like Betty had taught him. He was in total control until he remembered who was in those pictures. When he heard Tara’s screams of climaxing he joined her and filled her virgin hole with his juices.
About ten minutes later as Tara’s naked front hugged up against his back the phone rang. Tara had to reach over him to answer it. It was Meagan.
“Er…Hi Meagan.” She said with her face in a panic. Mike’s face also was drenched in fear as Tara’s nipple crushed against his shoulder.
“No I’m alone.” She lied. “Heather left.” She tried to move to allow Mike to move out from under her but she dropped the phone and it fell downward smacking onto his forehead. “AH.” He groaned. Then the phone crashed down to the floor.
Tara quickly picked it up. “Sorry I dropped the phone.” She said. “What? No. I said no one is here.” She lied again. “OK. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Tara hung up the phone. “That was close.” She saw him putting on his boxers.
“You don’t have to go you know.” She said smiling.
Mike looked down at her beautiful body. “What did you have in mind?”
“This.” She giggled as she reached out to grab his soft penis. She pulled it until it was lined up with her small soft lips. They opened and engulfed the tip.
“I think I’ll stay a little longer.” He moaned as her lips moved down his shaft.
***** Meagan had known Tara long enough to detect when she told a lie. Someone was at her house and it wasn’t Heather. She called Mike’s house again but his mom said he was still out. She called Mark’s cell phone.
“Mark. It’s Meagan. Have you seen Mike?”
“Yes. Brad and I were with him earlier. We left him at Tara’s house. Aren’t you and Heather there now?”
Meagan’s mind quickly put two and two together. “No. I was not feeling well so I left Heather there. Thanks.” She said hanging up.
Tara’s house was only a block from hers so she pulled on her sneakers and quickly moved out of her house and down the street. When she saw Tara’s house she saw one light on downstairs and a light on in Tara’s bedroom. She moved over into the bushes and waited.
Mark thought about the phone call with Meagan and knew from her voice something was up. He broke away from Brad and decided to head to Tara’s to see what was going on. He also wanted to see Heather again to see if they could make up. As he approached the house someone called to him from the bushes.
“Mark. Over here.” Meagan said as she stood up into the light shining down from the overhead street lamp. Mark quickly walked over to her and ducked down.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked. He noticed she was wearing a long nightshirt.
“I think Mike may be in there with Tara.” She whispered.
Mark realized he didn’t want his buddy to be caught. “Mike’s not in there.” He said standing up. About that time the front door opened and Meagan pulled him back down in the bushes. “Shhh.” She whispered.
They both peeked through the shrubs to watch Mike move slowly out the door. Before he made it all the way out a hand and arm grabbed him. The door opened and Tara’s face, shoulders and naked breasts moved out to allow her lips to find his. “Thanks for making me a woman.” She said loud enough for Meagan and Mark to hear.
“You promised not to say anything.” He said as he broke from her grasp.
“Of course.” She giggled as she closed the door.
Meagan and Mark stayed still until Mike was far enough down the block. “That shit head.” She said.
“Meagan you know he really cares about you.” Mark said trying to help his buddy.
“Yeah sure. I know what he cares about.” She said angrily.
Meagan was so upset she did something without even thinking about it. Her body turned and pushed Mark’s down onto his back. She grinned down at him as she unzipped his jeans and reached in to find his semi-soft penis.
“Meagan. What are you doing?” He whispered.
“This.” She said smiling. Her fingers gently stroked him until he was almost fully rigid. “And this.” She giggled as her mouth slid down over his mushroom tip.
At that point Mark forgot about his buddy. Her tongue was dancing up and down his hard dance floor. “Oh God don’t stop.” He groaned but she did stop.
“What now?” He asked. She moved her hands up under her nightshirt and pulled down her white bikini panties. She threw them aside and straddled his hips.
“How do you know they did it?” Mark asked as her dampness sucked in the tip of his hard-on.
“Didn’t you hear what she said when he left?” Gravity moved her dampness down his prick. Luckily no one was walking by the moving bushes or they would have heard the grunts and moans as the two bodies slapped together. Mark’s finger moved up to find her braless breasts under the cotton gown but she pushed them away. “Only fucking.” She moaned as she raced to get off.
“Let me know when you are coming.” She glared down at him. She saw the veins in his face and neck rise to the surface. “Now.” He cried. She quickly moved her body off as his sperm flew up into the air like a fountain. “Meagan.” Mark said as she grabbed her panties and walked away.
“If you say a word about this to anyone I’ll cut it off.” She said not bothering to turn around and look at him.
*****
Brad walked down the lonely street heading to his house and looked at Heather’s house which sat two doors down from his. He and Heather had pretty much the same relationship as Mike and Meagan. They grew up together and spent a lot of time playing games in each others houses. He had never really thought about her sexually until the party the other night. When he touched her pussy it was the first for him since Tara had only allowed him to touch her outside of her clothes. He remembered her full delicious breasts. He needed a friend to talk to.
Heather was sitting watching TV in her cotton shorts and tee shirt when the doorbell rang. It was 10 O’clock and her parents were in bed. She hurried to the door and saw Brad’s face through the small sight glass. She opened the door.
“Hi. I know it’s late but I have to talk to you.” He pleated.
“Come in but be quiet. My parents are already in bed.” She moved aside to let him in.
“I’m so embarrassed.” He said. “You think about doing something as far back as you can remember and then when the time comes you can’t do it.” He whispered.
“I’m sure it happens to other guys as well.” She said trying to console him. “Maybe it was stage fright?”
“Stage fright?” He asked.
“Sure. You get so nervous you forget your lines.”
“Talking wasn’t the problem.” He groaned.
“What were you thinking when you were doing it?” She asked trying to help.
“I was thinking I wanted to satisfy her and was afraid I was too inexperienced or maybe too………..” He stopped. “Small.” “You are not too small.” She laughed softly.
“But Mark and Mike………”
“Sure they are bigger but you are big enough to satisfy a woman.”
“Yeah right.” He said holding his face in his hands.
Heather felt really bad for her best male friend. At the same time the conversation had stirred up some tingling in her loins. She smiled and whispered in his ear. “I will prove it to you if you want.”
Brad’s eyes opened wide as he realized what she was offering. “But…….” Her fingers on his lips stopped him. “No more talking.” She whispered.
She moved down on her back next to him on the sofa and pushed her cotton shorts under her raised ass and slowly down her pink thighs. She was not wearing panties and her flaming red bush appeared. Brad watched as her fingers pulled her shirt up over her full round breasts and hard pink nips. She bunched the shirt around her neck in case she had to get up quickly.
“Your parents?” Brad asked as he looked down at her full nakedness.
“They sleep like rocks.” She giggled. Her right leg moved up over the seat cushion until her pink folds peeked out at him. He remembered she was not a virgin.
Brad took a deep breath and released his jeans and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants and his boxers down over his hips until she reached out to stop him. “Leave them at your knees.” He smiled knowing he could pull them up quickly if he had to.
Heather looked at his penis and noticed how hard it was. She moved back and spread her legs wide and watched as he turned his body to lie between them.
Brad reached under his stomach and grabbed his hard-on. As the tip pushed against her damp opening he felt it getting soft. “Shit.” He moaned just like last time. But this time Heather pushed his hand aside. “You don’t have to satisfy me. I want you to come inside of my pussy.” She whispered as she lightly bit his ear. “Give me your cock.” She said talking dirty. “Fuck my pussy.” Her tongue slithered into his ear as she felt his prick jump in her fingers. Within seconds she was holding a rigid rod and guiding into her warm oven.
Brad’s eyes opened wide looking down into her hazel ones. “It feels so………..so……….so……….OHH!” He groaned. “It is Heaven.”
“Relax. Think about something else.” She giggled. He did feel so good inside of her.
“Like what?” He laughed. His hips began a slow in and out motion.
“Like the time I beat you in Mario Brothers.” Her legs moved around his naked hips.
“When did that ever happen?” He asked feeling at ease fucking her.
“Maybe it was Donkey Kong?” She chuckled. He was bringing her body up to a boil. Pretty soon her pot would boil over.
“I’m glad Mark is going away.” Heather said. “And, I’m really glad you are staying.”
“Me too.” Brad said feeling confident as he stroked steadily in and out of her.
“HEATHER. IS SOMEONE DOWN THERE WITH YOU?” Heather’s mom’s voice rang out from upstairs.
“Shit.” Brad said trying to pull out. But, Heather grabbed his ass and held him there. “YES MOTHER. IT’S BRAD!” She screamed back.
“HI BRAD!” Her mother yelled.
“HELLO MRS. JACKSON!” He yelled back not believing his prick was buried in her daughter’s pussy.
“GOODNIGHT!” She yelled. They heard her bedroom door closed. “You are fucking nuts you know it.” Brad whispered in her ear as his hips resumed their fucking motion.
Her fingers moved up under Brad and grabbed his balls. “Yes and they are your nuts.” She bit him hard on his earlobe.
“Ouch. That hurt.” He moaned.
“Shut up and fuck me.” She giggled and released his jewels. Her hands moved around to hold his prick deep inside of her. Well as deep as he could go anyway.
“I’m almost there.” She moaned in his ear. “Let it go.”
Brad saw in his mind the gate opened at the race track. His hips moved in blinding speed until his spunk shot into her depths. “Oh man.” He laughed feeling his release. “Me too!” She cried with her hand over her mouth to prevent her parents hearing her pleasure cries.
“Quick. Pull up your pants.” She said hearing the door upstairs opening again. She managed to pull her shorts up just as her mother walked in.
“It’s good to see you two together again.” She said smiling. “You spend too much time with that Mark guy.”
“We broke up.” Heather said while winking at Brad.
“Good. You are too young to get that serious. Brad. Stay as long as you want.” She smiled as she moved into the kitchen for a light snack.
“Stay as long as you want.” Heather whispered in his ear as her hand reached down to find the bulge in his jeans.
“I will.” Brad said smiling. He could feel life again in his shaft. “I certainly will.”
*****
“God where were you?” Janet asked seeing the dirt on her sister’s legs as she came through the back door.
“Where are mom and dad?” Meagan asked quickly.
“In bed.” Janet answered. “Where did you get so dirty?”
“How about in the dirt?” Meagan said smartly as she moved around her to go upstairs.
“Are those your panties in your hand?” Janet asked shocked.
“Yes. What about it.” Meagan asked glaring down at her older sister.
“Nothing.” Janet answered. Her little sister had definitely grown up.
Meagan thought about calling Mike or Tara but called Heather instead. She dialed her cell phone to prevent waking up her parents. Heather answered it on the third ring.
“Hi.” Heather said trying to get her breath. Just as the phone rang she had straddled Brad’s lap to fuck him again. Brad managed to reach her purse without pulling out of her. He watched her grabbed her phone and answer it while her body moved up and down on his pole.
“Have you been running?” Meagan asked.
“Kinda.” Heather giggled. “What’s up?”
“I saw Mike leaving Tara’s house tonight and I over heard her say he had made her a woman.” Meagan said softly.
“Really.” Heather smiled. “You think Mike fucked Tara tonight?” She had said it so Brad could hear it. “I’m really sorry Meg.”
Brad’s hands grabbed her hips to stop her fucking him when he heard what she had said. He was angry but not that much. He guessed since he was fucking Heather how could he be that mad at Tara. But, how could his buddy fuck his girl like that? “Are you OK?” Heather asked as Brad’s lips found her long hard nipple. “You did what?” Heather said stopping her own fucking motion.
“What?” Brad whispered. “What did she do?”
“God Meg. Why did you do that?” Heather listened to Meagan trying to explain why she had fucked Mark. “No I’m not mad. Mark and I broke up and I really don’t want to get back with him anymore. I think I have found somebody else.” She giggled looking down into Brad’s eyes. “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow. Get a good night’s sleep.” She told her friend. “I don’t think I’ll get much sleep tonight.” She giggled as she hung up the phone.
“Damn. Doesn’t that beat all?” Heather said resuming her fornicating motions.
“What? Tell me.” Brad said panting.
“Meagan thinks Mike fucked Tara tonight so she fucked Mark for revenge.”
“Tara fucked Mike and Meagan fucked Mark?” He repeated. “That makes it perfect because I’m fucking you.” He chuckled.
“No sweetie. I’m doing the fucking.” She laughed as her hips moved up and down, up and down.
It was four O’clock the next morning when Brad pulled his tired ass out of Heather’s door. He barely made it to his room before he collapsed on his floor.
*****
Somehow Mike made it up the next morning and arrived at the shoe store exactly at 10:00AM. He made it inside and was setting up the cash register when the door opened and Meagan’s mother Mary stood there.
“Good morning Mrs. Jenkins.” Mike said politely.
“Good morning Mike.” She said turning around to twist the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSE’. “We need to talk.”
Shit Mike thought figuring she had found out he had deflowered her daughter. He watched as she walked around him into the back room. She seemed to know her way around pretty well.
He followed her and stopped suddenly when she did.
“I want the pictures.” She said firmly.
Mike suddenly realized that she was the woman in the photos he did not recognize. Shit. She was the one that was fucking his father.
“Those were taken a long time ago.” She said somewhat embarrassed. “Betty told me you found them. You and I both know why they can’t get out.”
“I didn’t look at all of them.” He lied trying to pretend he did not know what she was talking about.
“Good try but I don’t buy an 18 year old boy not looking at naked photos.” She said not smiling. “It was a one time thing where some young people had too much to drink.” She said trying to make an excuse for her actions.
“So just give me the photos and we can forget all about it.” She crossed her arms on her chest.
“I won’t give you the photos because my father is in them too.” He said firmly. “I don’t think he wants those photos to get out either.”
Mary smiled at him. For someone so young he was smart and had balls. “Can we destroy them right now?” She asked softly uncrossing her arms.
He looked at her. “I know about my mother and your husband too.”
Actually Mary did not know that until he said it. She was so shocked she kept quiet for almost a minute while she cleared her head. That night in the dark woods everyone paired off. Her husband had said he had passed out.
“Good. Let’s destroy those photos too.” She said trying to act cool.
Mike moved his body up to hers until his chest pushed against her breasts. She moved back thinking he was going to molest her but he reached over her head to pull down an old shoe box. He took the box and opened it in front of her face. She reached inside and pulled out the old and faded Polaroid snapshots.
“God. These are horrible.” She said while looking at her naked body wrapped around Mike’s dads hips. “But I did look pretty good in those days.” She smiled. She was now about twenty pounds overweight with most of it in her ass and thighs.
“You still look good.” Mike whispered in her ear as he stood behind her. His hand moved to rest on her hip. She did not pull away. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the naked photo of Mike’s mom and her husband. She was on all fours while Fred fucked her from behind.
“I didn’t know they did it that night.” Mary said softly. “I thought it was just us.” Mike’s closeness was making her dizzy. His body slid back until he was directly behind her. His hardness was pushing against her large ass.
“Look at the others.” He whispered as his lips moved across her neck to her ear. He looked over her shoulder as she pulled out a photo of her standing naked. Her full breasts and hard nipples rose proudly above her flat stomach and blonde bush.
“Your breasts are so beautiful.” He whispered.
She laughed nervously. “They were.”
“They are.” Mike whispered as his hands moved over her shoulders and down over her massive breasts. He cupped them in his hands.
“Mike. We can’t do this.” She said not preventing his hands to caress and explored as they discovered her hard nipples.
“Why not?” He asked as his lips moved up and down her neck like Betty had taught him. “I won’t tell Meagan.”
Mary moaned as one of his hands moved swiftly over her stomach to press against the vee at the top of her thighs. She took a deep breath and turned until her mouth matched up with his. Her mouth was open as she pressed it against his young lips. Her tongue became the aggressor.
“We can do it but only once and only if you make me a promise.” She said as she fumbled down into his pants until she found his hard-on. She quickly released his jeans and pushed them down until his bare prick pointed outward. Her chubby fingers moved around it.
“Oh yes.” He moaned “Only once.” He forgot about the promise as he watched her pull her dress off and turn her body for him to release her bra. The bra was so big it had a four clasp device. He had only seen the tiny bras the girls were wearing the other night. He pushed and pulled but was only able to release one of the clasps.
She laughed. “Let me help.” Her arm moved behind her and with one easy motion released the bra. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and down off her creamy orbs. She turned again to show him her treasures.
“I never thought the day would come that I would be showing my tits to you.” She laughed thinking of all the time he had spent at her house from a young child on.
“Me neither.” Mike grinned as he fingers moved up to curl around her large boobs.
As Mike caressed her mounds she pushed down her half slip and panties. She moved down on the cot to her back and opened her legs. Mike went brain dead as he pushed his body down on hers and gently shoved his prick into her. Her whole body rose up when he reached the end.
“God. Just like your father.” She cried as he slowly and methodically fucked her. Their body’s slapped together as one until they were both about to come.
She reached up and grabbed a hand-full of hair on his head. “Promise me.” She said looking him eye to eye.
“What? Anything!” He cried wanting to finish.
“Promise me you won’t see Meagan anymore.” Her pussy was squeezing him deep inside her tunnel.
“What? Why not?” He groaned.
“Promise me!” She said again holding his prick frozen inside of her.
“OK. I promise.” Mike cried out wanting to come. “But why?” He asked as her body released his prick for both of them to climax.
“Because…….OH, OH!” She screamed. “IT”S BECAUSE…….I’M COMING!” She yelled. “SHE’S YOUR SISTER!”
Mike tried to stop when he heard what she had said. “OH FUCK!” He yelled as he came. Their bodies slapped until they couldn’t move anymore.
“My sister.” Mike said raising his head up to look into her eyes.
“Yes. Your father got me pregnant that night.” She said closing her eyes. “And, who knows maybe my husband got your mother pregnant as well. Your birthdays are only seven days apart.”
Mike fell off her body and onto the floor. Could it be true? “How can you be sure?” He asked as he watched her get dressed.
“A woman knows.” She said. “I didn’t know you and Meagan were involved until last night. You have to stop seeing her.”
“I really like Meagan.” Mike said as she took the photos out and tore them into tiny pieces before putting them back into the shoebox.
“Good. You should like your sister.” Mary laughed as she picked up her purse. “Just don’t fuck her.”
Too late, Mike thought as he watched her walk out the door singing some tune. “But I just fucked you. Doesn’t that kind of make you my step mother or something?” Mike yelled as the door closed. Mike laughed as he placed the shoebox up on the shelf next to the other shoebox that had a lot of similar photos. Who knows he might need them someday.
Later that morning Mike was ordering some new style shoes when he heard the door open and looked up to see Meagan standing there. “You asshole.” She said noticeably pissed off.
Mike stood back behind the small counter. Did she know about Tara or her mother? Fuck.
“What did I do?” He asked innocently.
“You know what you did. I was watching as you left Tara’s house last night.” “Meagan I can explain.” He said not knowing how the hell we would ever do that.
“Before you do I have to tell you something.” She said with her face softening up. She gulped and said, “I did it with Mark last night.”
“Shit Meagan. Mark doesn’t feel about you the way I do.” He said realizing how stupid it sounded.
“Oh yeah. You care so much about me you go fuck my best friend?” With that she started crying.
“Oh please don’t cry. I can’t handle that.” He knew the only way to shut her up was to tell her the big secret. “Meagan. I can’t see you anymore. I mean I can’t have sex with you anymore.”
She stopped crying and looked at him and started crying even louder.
“You don’t love me?” She said as she slowed down her sobbing.
“God yes. I love you so much it hurts.” He said as he moved around the counter to pull her body into his. Her face and wet eyes looked up into his and her mouth crushed against his own. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and pushed her body back.
“We can’t do this because I promised your mother.” He said.
“My mother. What does she have to do with this?” Meagan said pissed off again.
Mike had painted himself into a corner and the only way to get out was to tell her the truth. “Meagan you are my sister.” He said looking her eye to eye.
Meagan looked at him like he was nuts. Then she started laughing. “If you want to go and date Tara go ahead but don’t give me your bullshit.”
“God. I wish it wasn’t true but it is. My father is your father.” He said.
“How can that be?” Meagan asked realizing he was serious. “Way back when our parents had a camping party and got smashed. They all ended up sleeping together. Your mother told me it was my father that got her pregnant that night. And to make matters more complicated my mother slept with your father that night too. Our birthdays are almost the same Meagan.” He pulled her body back to his.
“I don’t believe it.” She said.
“I didn’t either until I saw the old naked photos. Remember the ones in the shoe box?”
“I didn’t recognize anyone in those.”
“It took me a while but I did spot my mother and father. I didn’t see your mother’s photo until today when she pointed herself out to me.”
“My mother came here?”
“Yes. This morning to tell me about you being my sister and to get me to tear up the photos.”
Meagan moved over to the chair and sat down. “This. I can’t believe this is happening to us. I finally get your attention and think we have a thing going and we are brother and sister? It’s not fair.”
As they sat there the door opened and Brad and Mark walked in. Mark saw Meagan and turned quickly to leave. He was worried Mike had found out about him and Meagan last night. “I’ll call you later.” Meagan said not even looking at the two boys. She quickly left the store.
“What’s up with her?” Brad asked.
“I think we can all stop pretending that we don’t know what happened last night.” Mike said glaring at Mark.
“Don’t give him any shit because I know about you and Tara.” Brad injected.
“Hey guys can we all just forgive what has happened?” Mark asked.
The three amigos, who have been friends, since the first grade, all smiled. “It was that damn spin the bottle game.” Brad said as the all put their arms around each others shoulders.
“We’ve always shared things so why not girlfriends?” Brad laughed.
“You’re taking this pretty good.” Mike said looking suspiciously at Brad. “Too good.” Mark also turned to look at a blushing Brad.
“OK. Shit you guys know me too well. I spent most of the night at Heathers.” He confessed.
“You fuck.” Mark said pushing him hard back against the counter.
“Hey. Brad’s right. Let’s forget it.” Mike said. Suddenly the door opened and Betty stood there smiling.
“I’ve got to get out of here.” Mike said winking at Brad and Mark. “You guys are closing up for me right?”
“Huh?” Brad muttered. “Yes. We are closing for you.” Mark said while elbowing his buddy in the side.
“Leaving?” Betty asked surprised as Mike walked past her.
“I have to go. Mark and Brad can help you.” He said smiling.
Betty lowered her eyes at first but then smiled.
Mike laughed as he walked down the side alley to get into his car. He wished he could have seen Betty taking on both of them. As he started his car he noticed the store key on the key ring. Shit. He had to go back.
Mike was surprised to find the front of the store empty so fast. He reached inside the door to disengage the buzzer so they would not know he came back. He could hear them talking in the back as he tiptoed to the curtain door that leads to the backroom.
“So what did Mike say about me?” Betty asked as she sat on the cot looking up at the two young studs.
“Nothing.” Mark lied. “Yeah nothing.” Brad added.
“Bullshit. I know how you boys like to talk. I guess there is only one way to shut you up.” She laughed as she reached forward to pull both of them up close to the cot. Her fingers quickly unzipped both of their flies and pulled out their hard-ons.”
“I’ve never had two at one time.” She smiled. Her hands curled around their pricks and she stroked them. “Who’s first?”
“Me!” Brad replied quickly.
“Good. We’ll save the big boy for last.” Betty stood and pushed the boy’s back as she stripped for them. Their eyes opened wide when they saw her garter-belt and hose and that she was not wearing any panties. “Is it OK with you that I keep this on?” She asked while touching the garter straps.
“Oh yes.” Brad said.
She pulled off her bra and moved to her back on the cot. “You know maybe I can do you both?” She guided Brad’s face to her lower stomach and pulled Mark’s mouth down to her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned as their inexperienced mouths licked and sucked her body.
Mike watched his buddy’s pleasuring the older woman. He wished he could join them but he needed to find Meagan. He left the key to the front door on the counter and headed out to his car.
Mike parked in his own driveway, walked around the back of his house to sneak around behind Meagan’s house. He jumped the small fence and walked around the hedges. He stopped when he saw Janet sunbathing on the back patio. She heard him coming and was sitting up drinking a Coke.
“Well, look who’s here.” She smiled.
“Hi. Is Meg home?”
“No. My mother and she had a big argument and they both took off somewhere. Do you know what they were fussing about?”
“I think so but I promised not to tell anyone.” He stared at the tiny bikini holding in her oil covered breasts.
“Why don’t you sit for a while? Maybe Meagan will return?” She pulled a nearby chair over next to her lounge chair.
Mike did as she said and sat back trying not to stare at her body. He remembered how smoothly shaven her pussy was at the party. It was causing a rise in his shorts.
“Would you put some lotion on my back?” She asked not waiting for an answer. She turned on her side and released her bikini top. The skimpy material fell from her bare breast. She made no effort to hide her hard nipple.
Mike’s fingers tremble as he spread the hot oil over her shoulders and down her slim back. His fingers stopped at the top of her bikini bottom.
“You can take them off if you want.” She giggled with her face looking downward.
“What if Meagan comes back?” Mike asked nervously.
“She just left so it will be a while for her to cool down.”
Janet lifted her hips upward to allow him to pull off her last article of clothing. She felt his trembling fingers pull the material down over her hips and off her feet. She lay totally naked before him. “Are you going to window shop or go for it?”
Mike poured some more oil in his fingers and slowly spread it across her soft buttocks. He heard her moan softly as he applied more pressure.
“So are you going to tell me what is going on with Meagan?” She asked as she suddenly turned to lie on her back. She giggled when she saw his reaction.
“Err….” He froze. Her body was so nice and smooth especially her pussy mound.
“Can’t talk?” She giggled. “You want to put some oil down there?” She said as she slowly opened her thighs. Her pink rose opened its pedals. He looked at her clit shining from the oil making it look like a pearl sitting in and oyster.
At first Mike thought that if Meagan was his sister then Janet was too. But his father was not Janet’s so she was not his sister. Good. He thought as his oily fingers moved up her calve, thigh and over her puffy swollen pussy lips.
“You know we have time but if you don’t pull those clothes off and get on top of me soon Meagan may come home.” She laughed.
“You mean?” He asked as his fingers found her clitoris.
“Yes. I’m yours if you want me.” She giggled and opened her legs as wide as she could.
Mike didn’t say another word as he quickly stripped. His prick was at max as he moved his body down onto hers. Her hand moved under him to caress his long dong.
“Umm. So big.” She whispered in his ear. “Put it inside me.” Her fingers moved around to his ass and he did as she asked. “Oh shit.” She moaned. “You’re filling me up.”
Mike pushed in and out as Betty had taught him keeping himself in control. He smiled realizing he had fucked all the women in this family now. He moved his body forward until his shaft rubbed against her clit each time he entered and pulled back.
“Where did you learn that?” She moaned loudly. She was so excited she took a bite out of his shoulder drawing blood.
“Ouch.” Mike groaned.
It pissed him off so much he started ramming his rod deeper and deeper into her. Her cries were louder and louder as they raced to completion.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She yelled as she came. “Now!” Their oily bodies slapped five more times until they both became still.
“Damn. Meagan is a lucky girl.” Janet said as she pulled her top and bottom back on.
*****
Meagan sat in her car at the Mall trying to calm down. When she got home earlier her mother cornered her and told her she couldn’t see Mike anymore. She steamed and stormed out of the house slamming the door on the way. Just because her mother fucked around years ago she was not allowed to see the guy she loved. She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to still see Mike.
*****
Mary also had to get out of the house. She wondered if Mike’s parents Beth and Jim knew about the photos. She had not paid them a visit for quite a while she thought at she knocked on their front door. Jim answered. “Mary.”
“Hi Jim. May I come in?” She asked with a big smile. The old photo had stirred up hot memories.
“Well I guess so.” He said looking nervous. “Beth and Mike are not here right now.”
“Good. I need to talk to you anyway.” She said as she pushed by him to enter the house.
“Can I get you something?” He asked still almost asleep. She had awakened him from his afternoon nap.
“No. You will need to sit down.” She said moving over to the sofa. He sat next to her but at least a foot apart.
“What is going on?” He asked.
“Mike found those photos your father took of us at the camping party.”
“Shit. He said he tore those up.” Jim said upset. “Mike knows?”
She shook her head yes. “I have something else to tell you that I should have said years ago.” She said squeezing her fingers together.
Jim looked at her puzzled at what it could be.
“Jim. Meagan is your daughter.” Mary blurted out.
Jim sat starring at her. He had thought the same years ago but was afraid to say anything. “I think its best to just drop this.”
“You’ve known it all these years haven’t you?” She said sitting up looking into his eyes.
“Mary. It’s only going to cause a lot of pain.”
“I think it already has. Mike and Meagan have been going out.”
“Shit.” Jim exclaimed. “Do they know?”
“They both know now. I couldn’t let it go any further. Both are really upset.”
“What can I do?” He asked.
“I think you need to talk to Mike. I tried talking with Meagan but she ran out of the house.”
“You’re right.” He said. “I’ll do it when he gets home.”
“Thanks.” She said smiling. Being this close to him was making her body come alive. “You know I’ve never forgotten how good it was that night.”
Jim smiled. “Me neither.”
Mary shocked him by leaning over and lightly kissing his lips. She held her lips against him to see what reaction she got. It was the one she wanted as his mouth opened to allow her tongue inside.
“How much time do we have?” She panted as she helped him remove his shirt and unbutton his trousers.
“Mike is due home any minute.” He said as he pulled her blouse off and released her bra.
“Let’s go down to the basement.” He said as he pushed his pants and boxers off. His prick was harder that it had been in the past ten years.
“OK.” She giggled as she ran down the hallway ahead of him only wearing her basic white panties. They were off her feet by the time she reached the old sofa. Jim moved up behind her and they both fell in a naked heap on the soft cushions. As he entered her warm oven she whispered, “Now don’t get me pregnant this time.”
“I won’t. The tube has been tied.” He chuckled as his hips drove his passion in and out of her.
*****
Meagan drove her car down her street and turned into Mike’s driveway. She needed to talk to him. She saw his car and smiled. Her knocks on the door were not answered so she moved around the house to look into his bedroom. As she passed the basement window she heard someone laughing. Her knees again got dirty as she leaned over and peered through the dirty glass. She gasped when she saw the naked breasts and face of her mother as she rode whoever was on the sofa. Shit. It had better not be Mike she said as she watched his hands move up to cup and play with her mom’s massive breasts. Suddenly his face moved up behind his hands and his lips opened to suck in her huge nipple. Damn. It was her mother and biological father going at it again. She moved back from the window and around to Mike’s room. She tapped but he was not at home. She started to leave when she heard someone coming through the bushes.
“Mike.” She said surprised.
“Meagan.” He said also surprised.
“I was looking for you.” She said noticing his shirt was open and his oily chest exposed. “How did you get so oily?” She said as she pulled his shirt open to look at his chest.
“And, where did you get this?” She asked moving her fingers up to a red mark on his shoulder. Mike knew there was only one way out of it and that was to lie. “I fell when I jumped over your fence. The oil was when I was sitting out in the sun after work.” He hoped she would buy it.
“You poor thing.” She giggled as she placed her lips on the red marks. Her tongue slipped out and moved down to flick across his nipple.
“Meagan. We can’t do this.” He said pushing and holding her back.
“Why not? Our parents are doing it?” She giggled.
“Doing it? Don’t you mean done it?”
“No. I mean doing it.” She laughed. She pulled him around the house and down to the small basement window. “See.”
Mike moved down and looked. His mouth opened wide when he saw Meagan’s mom bouncing up and down on somebody lying on the sofa.
“It’s your dad.” She said. Mike looked for another minute until he heard his dad talk. It definitely was his father.
“Let’s go over to my house.” She said as her fingers pressed against his bulge. Mike thought about Janet on the patio. “No.” He thought quickly. “Let’s go to my room.”
“OK.” She said excitedly. She followed him as he quietly opened the back door and t

The dream

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

The dream
By: ISS
She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger.
She opened her eyes quickly, sat up and turned on the
nightstand light to dispel the vision. No sense trying for sleep
now, she thought. Why the dream had come, why it affected her,
consumed her like this, she did not know; but for now it would
not leave her.
She lit a cigarette, hoping to concentrate on that and
occupy her mind, dispel the terrible demon that was the dream
with the mundane, the ordinary. She sat back against the
headboard, and without thinking closed her eyes tiredly.
Instantly the dream filled her vision again. A dark
restaurant, club, bar, a place she had never been; a man she did
not know — no, did not *want* to know; the small room,
featureless apart from a bed against one wall, without blankets
or frame or headboard; the feel of him against her, on top of
her; feeling him between her legs, parting them, dividing her
(divide and conquer, a part of her mind thought, unbidden),
opening her….
She started suddenly, looking down. As of its own volition,
her hand was caressing her bare thigh, grasping it, pulling her
leg away from its mate…opening her….
She stubbed out the cigarette and jumped to her feet, her
heart racing, pounding. This is ridiculous, she thought, pacing
the floor. It’s a dream. *Only* a dream. I’m in control; it
only affects me as much as I want it to.
Instantly upon thinking the phrase she stopped her pacing.
The truth penetrated her mind: she *did* want it to affect her,
to consume her. She wanted a reality to match the dream.
NO! she shouted inside herself, sitting on the bed and
massaging her temples. All right, she admitted, your sex life
hasn’t been that good lately: a series of nice guys, really
sweet and kind and considerate and gentle, maybe lacking a
certain fire, but good. So now, just for kicks, you’re going to
go to bed with someone you know nothing about? Going to risk
rape, abuse, VD? My God, risk AIDS? Is that what all of your
rhetoric about male chauvinism, about the myth of machismo and
how sex is sharing, is cooperation, comes to?
She tried to follow the old arguments playing now in her
head, to hold back the dark tide of her dream with a teaspoon of
reality, but it was no use. There was a kind of fire in her now,
a heavy feeling, an electricity that began just behind her navel
and traveled down her thighs, moving up again to nestle between
her legs, to smolder in her womb. It spread upwards as well,
moving along her skin and setting it ablaze, turning her nipples
into pointed rosettes and moving toward her center, until finally
it touched the pit of her heart.
She stood, and moved toward the closet to dress. She told
herself that she had no choice, that the dream was in control of
her. It was easier than admitting that she wanted what the dream
had to offer.
The bar had no name, other than BAR. She stood in front of
its gaudy red neon and its signs proclaiming COORS and MILLER On
Tap. The sole window was heavily curtained, and the door was a
solid wood portal, keeping the world out and its patrons in.
She had asked the taxi to stop here after passing by
countless other places, establishments more well-known and better
furnished than this. Trendy singles bars, dance clubs, places
with live music or canned music or no music at all; a club
downtown catering to orange-spike-haired aficionados of loud
music and full-contact dancing; a bar full of ferns and imported
beer and men and women in expensive sweaters and designer jeans,
each with an edge of desperation in his or her eyes; a club with
a long admittance line, and a muscular, well-groomed man at the
door eyeing each potential entrant, judging their worthiness to
enter.
She had almost stopped here, not doubting that she could
have gotten in, no questions asked. After some thought as to
what to wear, she had settles on a black jersey dress, its light
knit fabric clinging oh-so-gently to her body, briefly hugging
her hips before flowing freely around her legs, gracefully
accenting her shoulders and arms. The open neckline sometimes
slid down a little over one shoulder; she had discovered that the
effect was intensified if she pretended not to notice, and if she
went braless, as she was now. She had also worn black open-toed
shoes, the heels bringing out the shape of her calf, and a purse
of matching black fabric. The look was designed to convey
innocence masking a secret knowledge.
Now, though, she felt the innocence winning out, becoming
uncertainty. She had been vaguely dissatisfied with each bar and
club, running an exorbitant fare crisscrossing the downtown area
looking for a place that felt right. On one traverse of the
city, the driver had taken a shortcut along a little-used street;
and she had spotted the bar, quickly telling the driver to pull
over, paying the fare absent-mindedly, not noticing the driver
pull away.
*Something* about this place had caught her eye.
This is insane, she thought, not for the first time since
leaving her apartment. It’s nearly one A.M. and you’re standing
in front of a bar in God knows what part of town, wearing an
outfit that might as well have a sign on it saying Rape Me, and
you don’t even know *why*, do you? She closed her eyes to think.
As if it had been waiting, growing inside her mind, the
dream came to her, full-force. She felt again the weight of the
stranger on her, felt his hands — not gentle, but not painful,
as though touch was his only sense — and hers as well, touching
him in like manner, kneading him, grasping him, holding his hips
and pulling forward —
Her eyes snapped open, she gasped slightly. Where this
dream had come from, and where its power came from, she did not
know. She knew only that she had to follow, to find out if this
tantalizing vision could possibly be real.
She stepped forward and, her heart pounding, pulled open the
heavy door.
Her first impression was one of silence, and darkness. Even
deserted as it was, the street behind her carried its own noise,
its own rhythms; and the few streetlights and lit windows along
the avenue did cast some light. Inside, though, the bar was much
more dimly lit, catering perhaps to those who do not wish to be
seen, and who prefer the sound of their own thoughts.
The change in lighting, however, threw her off for a moment.
She found herself momentarily blind and deaf, so that for a
moment her only sensation was the rough feel of the door jamb to
which she clung with one hand, and the smooth fabric of her purse
in the other, and the wooden floor beneath her feet; and the
spasm she felt suddenly, the jump in the indescribable hunger in
her. I’m very close, she thought.
As her eyes adjusted, she found, disconcertingly, that the
few patrons of the bar, whom she had been unable to see, had been
staring at her. There was a man in working clothes, who turned
back to his drink uninterestedly; another man, who had not seen
her and was too involved in his own alcoholic world to notice or
care; and a third man, near the back.
It was this third man who captured her attention. He had
jet black hair, slightly wavy, glossy but not enough to have been
styled; just long enough not to be stylish, to be different. He
stood casually, relaxed, the way a cat looks relaxed just before
it pounces. Leather blazer, black or navy pants, it was too dark
to tell. Shoulders — shoulders from ancient Greece or Rome,
from a statue, the shoulders of an athlete or a swimmer, not the
weekend-health-club type she was used to. Hands with slightly
hairy knuckles and long fingers that held his glass, moving as
though caressing it, as though they could not keep still.
She turned away, suddenly aware that she had been staring at
him and trying to forget he had been staring back. She felt a
hot flush rise in her cheeks as she found a stool at the bar.
The bartender came and gave her a bored, questioning look; she
asked for vodka. Nothing fancy, she told herself. One stiff
drink, maybe that will clear this up. Inwardly, she doubted it.
The drink arrived; she half-emptied it in one gulp. The
fluid ran burning down her throat, and she closed her eyes
briefly.
Again the vision came to life, this time ten times more
vivid: her hands on him, pulling him urgently onto her, into
her; the white-hot feeling as he opened her, thrusting to her
core in one swift stroke —
Her eyes snapped open, and the vision faded, mercifully. It
was so much more intense now, so vivid. She shifted
uncomfortably in her seat, aware suddenly that she had made
herself wet. The hunger was growing now, the feeling between her
legs and in the pit of her stomach almost unbearable.
Almost against her will, she turned her head toward where
the man had been sitting, and realized with a start that he was
gone. She stood stunned for a moment, then looked around the
bar, and gasped. He was standing right beside her.
“Hello,” he said. Baritone, slightly scratchy; smoker’s
voice. There was a slight tobacco odor to him, blending with the
scent of a cologne she couldn’t place and an indescribable smell
she could place all too well. She still didn’t know where the
dream had come from, but she knew now that its power had affected
him too.
Wordlessly he reached out and touched her hand, which was
gripping the railing of the bar tightly. His touch was hot,
electric; her hand relaxed instinctively, and a small whimper
escaped her lips. She found herself staring helplessly into his
eyes, his blue-grey eyes that smiled slightly, just as his full
lips did now. His index finger traced along the back of her
hand, leaving an itch behind it, a burning itch that kindled a
fire in her limbs. She had felt weak-kneed passion before, the
kind every schoolgirl feels, but this was different, opposite.
She felt energized by it, restless. Her knees weren’t weak; on
the contrary, it was difficult to keep them still and straight.
She moved her hand so that it was palm-up now, and caressed
his palm with her nails. His eyes clouded ever so slightly,
still fixed on hers as hers were fixed on his, and she knew that
the dream, the terrible vision was not hers alone. She slid off
the barstool and stood, her hand still moving against his, no
longer caressing or tickling but rubbing now, gently,
palm-to-palm.
God, this is insane, she thought. Please let it stop — no,
not stop — just end; please let me find a way to feed this
hunger….
He took a step backwards, and she moved likewise. He turned
then, and walked toward the back of the bar, toward an unmarked,
unremarkable door. The eye contact broken, she stopped, feeling
like a marionette suddenly hung on a hook, without guidance.
Again she felt the uncertainty, the fear — the words Rape,
Abuse, Kidnap flashing through her brain — and then the hunger
flexed again, sending a pulse through her, strong, almost animal.
Without thinking she moved forward, feeling as though she were
floating rather than walking, catching up to him as he held the
door open for her. She entered into another darkness.
The room was almost exactly as she had seen it in the
vision: plain, featureless, only a bed without blankets or
topsheet for furniture, the head against one wall, sitting on the
floor without a frame. Who has a bed in a bar? she thought.
This is ludicrous. The difference between the room in the dream
and this room was that the dream-room had had that sourceless
illumination only a dream can have, while this room was dimly lit
by light leaking through the door jamb at the top. Her eyes
adjusted quickly, after the dimness of the bar.
She turned, and saw him shedding his jacket, not quite
smoothly, as though he too didn’t quite know what to do next.
The dim light streaked across his face, casting deep shadows,
accentuating his cheekbones and his lips. Half-illuminated, he
looked incomplete, a mere shell, as though the surface of him —
his skin, his lips, his hands — was all she knew of, all
she wanted.
She felt adrift now, moved by forces she could not see or
control; and those forces moved her to him now, moved her hands
to his head, to his cheeks. She stroked his skin, held him, bent
her head back as she pulled him to her lips; felt him move
willingly, without protest; and then felt the excruciating touch
of his lips on hers.
The kiss was energizing, electrifying, burning; she felt her
lips part to receive his, the press of his flesh, just the barest
hint of tongue; and suddenly the smoldering in her mind and
between her legs burst into flame, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, trying to drink him in, to consume him. His
hands slid up her back, and their tongues wrestled; small moans
escaped from both of them. She felt her hips undulating, and
couldn’t stop — didn’t want to stop, she realized. This was the
dream made reality, the spirit made flesh: this man to whom she
had not said one word, possessing her and she him, in an
anonymous room, for no reason other than sensation and pleasure.
He pulled back suddenly, breaking the kiss, and looked at
her. All trace of a smile was gone now from his face, replaced
now by a look of hunger, unmasked now, unconcealed. He put his
hands on her shoulders, gripped the neckline of her dress,
grasped, pulled suddenly apart. The fabric ripped violently, and
she recoiled with a gasp. Her breasts bounced, steadied, their
hard nipples proclaiming her arousal. She stepped backward
toward the bed, and he followed. The backs of her knees touched
the mattress. She reached out for him, and clutching a lapel in
each hand, fell back onto the bed, pulling him onto her.
Their lips met again, hungrily, their tongues seeking each
other. She pushed him away suddenly, still holding his shirt,
and pulled with all her strength. Buttons popped and flew, and
she grasped his shirt lower and finished the task, ripping the
cloth off him. His chest stood bare now, almost hairless, the
muscles well-defined in a way that suggested, not workouts, but
honest use. Briefly she wondered who he was, what he did — but
only briefly; she didn’t know and didn’t want to; this body, and
the force driving it, were all she wanted now.
She ran her hands over his chest as he ripped the remainder
of the fabric off her body. She had debated going out without
panties, and had decided against it; now she regretted the
decision. She wanted to be naked now, to be exposed before this
man, and for him to be exposed to her. She acted on the second
desire, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants quickly,
fumblingly. She felt his legs move, and heard his shoes drop to
the floor as he slipped them off, first one, then the other. She
finished with his pants, and he hurriedly slid them off onto the
floor, along with his briefs.
He was totally naked now, exposed, as she had wanted; and he
was indeed like a statue, like a Greek god, the muscles in his
legs as developed as those in his chest, hips not too narrow,
ample enough for a good grip (a dream-image flashed through her,
of her hands on those hips, pulling him into her), his cock hard,
throbbing now with need.
She put her hands to the waist of her panties to slide them
off, and then, on impulse, pulled instead, ripping them. His
hands joined hers, ripping the remainder of the fabric; she lay
now exposed, the scent of her wafting into his nostrils and his
brain and his mind, as he closed his eyes, the fire no doubt
building in him as it was in her.
She began to slide her shoes off with her toes, but he was
on her suddenly, his lips against hers, then on her neck, as his
hips thrust at her and his cock pushed against her belly, then
slid down, seeking the heat between her legs. She opened her
legs, pulling her thighs open with her hands as she had done in
the dream, as he moved farther down, nestling father into her;
and then he slid forward again, and she bucked her hips in
response, as he entered her, penetrating her to her very core in
one stroke.
She cried out then, the first truly audible sound she’d made
since entering the bar, but her cry was quickly muffled by his
lips. They fought again with their tongues, she trying again to
drink him in, at the same time thrusting her hips to meet his as
she tried to posers him this way also. She bit his neck, pulled
at his hair, ran her nails over his skin; she flicked at his
nipples, as hard as hers now, eliciting a cry from him; he pulled
at her breasts, nibbling, nipping, pinching her nipples; and all
the while they moved, bucked, slammed against each other.
His cock speared her again and again, hard and fast,
reaching some center deep within her that knew nothing but white,
clear pleasure. Her pussy closed around him, hugged him,
clasping him in a grip which knew no surcease, which would never
let him free, not while this intense pleasure could continue.
Her legs spread wide for him, letting him deeper; her feet, still
encased in the shoes, caressed his calves and the backs of his
knees.
Suddenly the center deep within her exploded, a white-hot
burst that stole her breath and her senses, left her falling
endlessly in a world of pleasure. Dimly she was aware of his
motions, and of hers, but she sensed nothing directly, nothing
but the fire which burned her mind to ashes, left her with
nothing but desire, nothing but lust.
She found her breath, and screamed, as the explosion
repeated itself, her pussy throbbing, squeezing the cock within
it now, as she reveled in the sensation. She felt him move
faster now, working toward his own release, and she moved to
help, feeling the fire inside her building once again. She
flicked at his nipples, bit his neck, rocked her hips in time
with his motions, felt herself throb inside as she tried to coax
his pleasure out of him.
He stiffened, and she thrust her hips toward him, impaling
herself deeply; and she felt the first wild, liquid burst, his
entire body shuddering with the release of it. He arched his
back, and she moved to follow, as he spasmed again and again, his
release fueling her passion, bringing her closer to her own
immolation once again.
Suddenly she felt him relax, though his cock was still hard
inside her. Her own climax was only moments away, but he had
stopped; he was not moving. Desperately, almost angrily, she
brought her legs up, and, still wearing the shoes, dug her spike
heels into his thighs, spurring him.
He gasped, and fell forward, and into her again. She flexed
her legs even more, bringing her knees even with her breasts, and
prodded him again, this time in his rear, at the top of his
thighs.
She brought her hands down to his buttocks, pulling him into
her desperately, raking her nails across his skin. She needed
him — no, she thought, not him. She needed cock — pure, sweet,
and simple, nothing and no one attached, just this, yes, just
pure unadulterated pleasure, just a cock to fill her, to touch
her so deeply, where she couldn’t touch herself, to fill her and
ram into her, to stroke her, spread her, open her. Nothing but
cock — no name, no face, nothing else, just this.
She was building toward her own private explosion again —
as was he, impossibly, as she felt him shudder and stiffen again,
his cock going very hard and meeting her center again. She
summoned all her strength then, and stopped, holding him still,
prolonging the moment, her mouth open in a silent scream;
stretching the pleasure until it became unbearable, agonizing,
until her entire body was straining for release, and she thought
Yes, yes, just a little longer, just a moment, stretch it until
it’s more than I can take, until I want to die from it, want it
to possess me and take me, to burn me, to consume me, yes, yes —
She arched her back, meeting his hips one last time, impaling
herself impossibly deeply, her scream matching his, feeling
herself throbbing, not merely between her legs but from head to
toe, her arms and legs locking around him, holding him tight, as
she felt him spend himself inside her, writhing against her,
unable and unwilling to escape her passion, his hands balling
into fists behind her back, striking the mattress, his thighs and
arms clenching, relaxing, clenching, and relaxing again, as he
laid down on her and she released her grip on him, caressing him,
soothing him as he did her.
The fire was gone now, and a kind of sad peace crept into
her mind and heart. She lay with her head to one side, hearing
his breathing subside as he caught his breath. And suddenly,
unbidden, a thought went through her head as she felt herself
dozing off in this stranger’s arms:
To sleep…perchance to dream….

Hawaiian Fun

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

You asked us about how we got interested in erotic activities and
also our special fondness for exhibitionistic and voyeuristic
fun, so we thought that I should tell you about one of our trips
to Hawaii that got us started.

Although we live in and were both raised in an extremely
conservative environment, we had always shared a strong curiosity
about erotic things, activities and ideas.

On our vacations, away from home, we always bought and read as
many of the sexy and erotic magazines and books as we could find
and we had gone together to the first X rated movie either of us
had ever seen. This got us started thinking and talking about
all the possibilities, from teasing to swapping, and I guess we
discussed and imagined together nearly every type of possibility.
We had reached the point of agreeing that neither of us would
take any underwear with us on vacation, and we had enjoyed B’s
wearing of flimsy tops that showed-off her tits and,
particularly, her rather large and hard nipples. We were also
sure that, on several “accidental” occasions, guys had gotten a
glimpse of her bare pussy.

Our interest seemed to wane for a while until we happened to see
the movie EMMANUELLE about 6 weeks before we went to Hawaii in a
January. The movie had gotten our juices flowing again and when
we arrived in Honolulu and were waiting for a cab, I bought a
stack of erotic magazines, including one that we had not seen
before. After we got to the hotel room and got unpacked, I was
waiting for B to shower and began to look at the magazines. The
copy of the new magazine with personal ads from couples and
singles caught my eye and when I started to read some of the
personal ads, I really got a hard-on. Just looking at the photos
of all the “average” women and couples and reading their ads had
turned me on tremendously. When B came out and saw me lying
there on the bed sporting as big a hard-on as I have ever had,
she immediately wanted to know what had excited me so much. I
told her to read a few of the ads and see what she thought while
I showered. Well, by the time I had showered, there she was on
the bed playing with a very wet pussy while she was reading the
ads.

We were both starving, so we decided to take our wet pussy and
still semi-hard cock off to dinner and come back to finish the
ads later. B dressed in a real see-through dress that hardly hid
anything. All through dinner, we renewed our erotic discussion
and fantasies and we were really enjoying the way our waiter paid
particular attention to B and her nearly exposed tits. Looking
at the highly lighted base of the salad bar, I dared her to go
back and stand in front of one of the lights with her legs spread
apart for a minute. She went right over and stood there like she
couldn’t decide what she wanted while every eye in the room could
literally see the hair on her pussy between her spread legs as
outlined by the bright light. After she returned and I told her
how good she had looked, we could hardly wait to finish and get
back to the room.

We giggled all the way to the room and as soon as we were inside
the door, we quickly got undressed and got on the bed. B grabbed
the magazine and began reading the ads out loud to me. I was
getting so hot that I got up to look out the window and perhaps
cool off; and, as I was standing there, I caught the glimpse of
some movement in the room slightly below us in the hotel across
the way. I always carry small binoculars, so I got them out and
found to my enjoyment that there was a young oriental couple,
totally naked, on the bed, kissing and touching each other.
Before long, they engaged in 69 and I called B over to look. By
now, I was so horny I could hardly stand it so I slipped my cock
into B’s wet and hot pussy from behind as she bent over to look
through the binoculars. We had our first of many orgasms then
and several more through the night as we watched the couple suck
and fuck, and also as we read and looked at the rest of the
personal ads and sucked and played with each other.

The next day on the beach, we could hardly talk about anything
else and after a few drinks through the afternoon, we were ready
to go back to the room and freshen-up. Unlike her usual closing
of the drapes, B stood right in front of the window and took off
her suit and stretched and posed. She asked me to come by the
side of the window and look with the binoculars to see if anyone
was watching her. I could see one couple and two older men who
could see her. One of the men went in and came out with his own
glasses and I could see him playing with himself as he watched
her. The couple and the other man just stared. I got really
horny so I took off my suit and came up behind her and grabbed
her tits and pulled her over to the bed and we fucked like crazy,
thinking that the people could see us. (Later, we determined
that those people probably could not actually see that far into
the room from where they were).

We were hungry again, so we went down to another place…no
bright lights though …to have a few drinks and eat. We talked
about the erotic fun we were having and how we hoped that we
could watch the same couple or perhaps even others either naked
or having sex later that night. B admitted that she had really
been turned on by the fact that others might be able to see her
naked and promised me then to never close the drapes in our hotel
or motel again. She has kept that promise, although when we are
in a motel where people can walk right by the window, we can only
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Wednesday, May 20th, 2009

Suzette LaFontaine loved her work. She designed all of the
city’s major buildings, including the Cygnus Centre on Kenwood St.
Black tie and formal dinners were her yen, yet within the WASP lay
a butterfly: innocent, fluttering, and constantly in flight.

Suzette meant business inside her offices, but she had an uncanny
sense of humor that put even the most nervous prospective employee
completely at ease. Never did she lose her temper in front of her
colleagues or subordinates, but she took them aside and calmly brought
the situation to order. (You may say she built good foundations, even
if they weren’t buildings.)

One night, she was in the office very late – maybe 9pm – and she
had a project due next week, so she took advantage of working at her
office late. She called the local delicatessen and ordered her
favorite: small veggie with everything but onions. The order came in
around 9:24, and it was delivered by a burnt-out surfer dude who was
so baked, the bread looked pale. Suzette gave him a $2 tip, even
though she knew that he did not deserve it.

Suzette quietly ate away from her project, savoring each bite of
her sandwich. To help her digest, she pulled out her radio/CD player
and selected her favorite Bach CD. Placing the CD carefully into the
machine, she flicked the switch on.

Suzette closed her eyes, letting the music flow into her veins.
Taking another bite of her sandwich, she revelled in peace and
comfort, and she had no reason to hurry.

As soon as she finished her sandwich, Suzette washed everything down
with a bottle of Evian. A feeling of satisfaction went through her
body, reaching her feet with liquid grace. Suzette walked back to her
project, and soon she was in the thick of her work.

Another 2 1/2 hours passed before Suzette completed her project.
She sat back on her chair, propping her high heels up on the desk, and
let her skirt fall back on her bare thighs. She began to caress her
thighs above the garters of her hose, placing her fingers under the
tops. But she forgot that the security guard was watching downstairs,
and soon the phone buzzed.

“Ah, Miss LaFontaine, are you all set for the night?” said the
security guard, as Suzette placed her skirt down her legs. “Almost.
I’m going to be here another hour…” “OK,” said the security guard.

Then Suzette had an idea. The security guard would be there all
night…why not give him a little entertainment? She walked back to
the desk, and went back to what she was doing: caressing her thighs.
Once in a while, she would look to the camera and snap her garters at
the guard, who would probably have her complete and undivided
attention by now.

Removing her shoes, Suzette placed her hands on one side of her
stocking at the toes and moved them slowly towards her thighs towards
the garter, raising her leg as she did. Then, she flicked back a
garter and adjusted it to another part of her stocking. She unzipped
her skirt, guiding down her legs and bending to expose her fine
bottom. Removing her blazer and blouse, all Suzette had on was the
lingerie set.

Suzette was now moist with juices, and she placed a hand into her
mound, rubbing and moaning. She brought her hands out and licked
them sensuously, rubbing every part of her body. With smooth
movement, Suzette removed her panties and exposed her neatly trimmed
mons to the camera.

Then Suzette returned to her seat, and returned to caressing her
thighs. This time, after she moved her hands up to her garters, she
flicked them back and undid the garter belt from her waist. She also
opened the front catch to her bra, exposing her nicely-formed breasts,
and she placed the bra on the desk.

Placing both hands on the sides of her thighs, she rolled her
tan-mesh hose down, savoring its feeling as it exposed white skin.
As the hose reached her foot, she raised her leg and drew it away from
her toes. She did the same to the other leg, and now she was
completely naked. To see if the security guard actually saw
everything, she dialled the desk.

The security guard was panting for breath on the other side of
the line, and he finally stammered, “H-hello?” “This is Miss LaFontaine.
Is everything all right?” “Everything’s perfect. Nothing wrong at
all…” Suzette smiled with satifaction and said, “The closed circuit
TV…is it working properly? I had someone look at it a few weeks
ago.” Dead silence from the security guard. When Suzette hung up the
phone, all she could do was laugh and imagine the building that she
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