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Monday, January 18th, 2010

had not tried bondage but for her I would try. She reached under the bed

and pulled out some rope and shoestrings. I had her sit up and took a

long length of rope and tied her arms behind her back. I took a second

length of rope, tied one end to the rope holding her arms and then started

making figure eights around her chest, going each time between her breasts.

I asked her what the shoestrings were for and she said to tie them tightly

around her nipples, making sure to leave plenty of string to get a grip on

after her nipples began to swell. After doing this, I lowered her back onto

the bed and tied her ankles to the bed posts. Seeing her this helpless on the

bed was driving me wild, so I reached over and gently tugged at the strings

on her nipples. She began to moan and I could wait no longer. I pulled

my shorts down and positioned myself 69 style over her. She latched on to

my cock and began sucking and licking. I began licking her pussy and tugging

at her strings, which made her moan ever more. I didn’t want to cum yet, so

I moved down to her pussy and began to suck her clit, all the while pulling

strings.

With her pussy dripping wet, I stopped and she told me that there was a

double headed dildo in the drawer next to the bed. Getting into the grove,

I told her she had to be a real good girl before I would let her cum. Just

then, Renee walked back into the room and joined us on the bed. She said

Tammy had been bad all day long and needed to be punished. I was glad to

oblige. Renee straddled Tammy’s chest and untied the strings from her

nipples. She took her finger and ran it between the lips of Tammy’s pussy

and began rubbing her own lips and clit. As this went on, she would use

the palm of her other hand to gently graze the swollen nipples before her.

Tammy started to buck and grind under Renee, and she knew it would not take

much more for her to cum. Renee got off of her chest and picked up the dildo.

She gave us a slutty look and started to go down on the monster rubber cock

with her mouth. She turned it around and did the other side, slid it down

her chest between her breasts, and put one end into her pussy. As she pumped

it in and out of her hot box, she pushed the other end into her ass. As her

knees got wobbly, she dropped to the floor in front of me and started to suck

my dick. I reached down and twisted her nipples as she sucked me as she kept

a steady rythym in her pussy and ass with the dildo. Tammy could do nothing

but lie on the bed and watch. Renee pulled the dildo out with a pop and

pulled me to the floor and into her pussy. It didn’t take long until she came

and I was not far behind. As I started to cum, I pulled out of Renee and

quickly put my cock in Tammy’s mouth. She was wild with lust after watching

us screw right in front of her and sucked me off real fast. For this, I slid

dildo into her cunt and asshole. I twisted her nipples and she came shaking

and grinding the dildo into my other hand.

I quickly untied Tammy, and massaged her arms and neck, which led to my dick

starting to springing back to life. She took it in her hands and began to

jack me up and down. We laid down on the bed facing each other as I started

to rub her clit and Renee joined us directly behind Tammy. Tammy slid my now

hard cock into her sweet pussy and Renee slid the end of the dildo into

Tammy’s ass and into her pussy. The feeling of that rubber cock head rubbing

against my head through the thin skin between her pussy and her asshole was

fantastic. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I reached around and fingered Renee

in the ass and just as I did she came. Tammy came again, almost as hard as

before and her clutching pussy muscles were taking me to the edge. Tammy slid

a finger into my asshole and that was all I could take. I pumped her pussy

full as Renee kneaded my balls to get every drop of cum out. I pulled out of

Tammy and when I had slumped off the bed into a chair, Renee pulled the dildo

out of her pussy and reached into the drawer and pulled out another two headed

dildo. Tammy rolled over and got on her hands and knees as Renee slid on end

of one dildo into Tammy’s ass and the end of the other dildo into Tammy’s

pussy. Renee got on her hands and knees and put the ends into her holes and

started to move back and forth. I was getting hard again watching these two

go at it, but man did my balls hurt.

The girls were going at it as hard as they could, shoulders to the bed, one

hand on the clit and one hand going from nipple to nipple. I was now stroking

at a pretty fast pace and could feel my balls burning. As they came, I stood

up and shot two short squirts on their backsides and that was all I could get.

I ended up spending the night with them and visited them a couple more times

before they left, but that I’ll save for a later story.

Ticklish Fetish

Monday, December 28th, 2009

“What do you mean you don’t know if you’re ticklish or not? You’re
18 years old!” Bob had been dating Angela for about 2 months. She was
perfect – 5′5″, classic Italian looks, great body, great personality.
She was also the only child of a very wealthy car dealer in town, so she
was spoiled rotten, but had also been lonely most of her life.

“I just said nobody had ever tickled me, so I don’t know what it is
like,” she replied. “I’ve often wondered.”

“Your mother or father never tickled you as a child? Or anytime?” Bob
wondered. “No, they aren’t real touching people, so how could I have been?”

They were sitting on the side of Angela’s swimming pool. Boy, she
looked great in that blue bikini! Nobody else was home, so Bob had a great
idea. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll find out if you’re ticklish or not!”

Angela actually seemed sort of excited by the thought, and she jumped
right up and ran in the house. “Where should we go?” she asked. Bob thought
for a moment, then said “You have a four-poster bed, right?” She nodded.
“Go to your bedroom and pull the covers off of the bed, and I’ll be in in a
minute.” She ran off.

Bob went into the living room and found what he was looking for — a large
basket with long, stiff peacock feathers — and selected two of them. He
started upstairs, but then thought of something else and made a quick detour.

As Bob walked into the room holding the feathers in one hand, Angela
smiled, then asked, “Why is your other hand behind your back?” He answered,
“Well, since we don’t know if you’re ticklish, or how ticklish you are, I
thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure I didn’t accidentally get hit or
kicked if you started jerking around.” He pulled out the neckties he had found
in her father’s closet and said, “So, can I tie your hands and feet, just in
case?”

Angela looked a little unsure for a minute, but then agreed. “But if I
don’t like it, when I say STOP, I mean STOP. O.K.?” Bob also agreed.

Having Angela lay down on the bed, Bob tied one end of the necktie to her
right wrist and pulled her arm over her head to secure it to the bedpost. Going
to her left side, he did the same with her left wrist. He then repeated this
with both of her feet, leaving her bound spread-eagle and absolutely helpless.

Bob sat down on the bed next to her and said, “Are you sure you want to
do this?” She nodded her head, not quite sure what she may be in for. “O.K.!
Here goes!!!”

Taking one of the feathers, he started at her left wrist and began slowly
sliding it down her arm. She did nothing. He got closer and closer to her
underarm, until she should have been writhing in agony. She didn’t flinch. He
picked up the other feather and used both of them on her armpits, sides, and
stomach. Nothing. Not even a smile.

Now sort of disappointed, he moved down a little and ran the feathers up
and down her soft inner thighs. Her eyes widened, and she started to wiggle a
bit. “What is that?” she asked amazedly. “That, my dear, is the start of your
ticklishness.” He continued stroking her legs, and was rewarded with more
squirming and some laughter.

Tiring of this after 15 minutes, he dropped the feathers and gently took
a knee in each hand and began tweaking them. She jumped around a little, but
not much. Then he reached underneath her to grab the backs of her legs, and
did the same thing. Now, she went wild! While she laughed uncontrollably and
tried to pull out of the ties, he tickled her for another 10 minutes.

When he finished, she was panting and sweating and looked at him and said,
“I don’t think I care for being tickled. Untie me please.”

With a devilish look in his eye, he innocently commented, “But I haven’t
gotten to your feet yet!” She didn’t even want to try though, insisting he
release her.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, Angie, but I can’t. I wouldn’t feel I had
fulfilled my duty to you if I didn’t help you find out if your feet were
ticklish or not!”

Pulling a chair up to the end of the bed, Bob sat down at Angela’s feet.
“You promised you would stop when I said to!” Angela screamed. “Sorry,”
was his only answer.

Taking a feather in each hand again, he began lightly running them up and
down the tops of Angela’s feet. Starting to get a smug grin back on her face,
Angela laughed and said, “Ha! Doesn’t do a thing. Now untie me!” Instead of
replying, Bob switched the feathers to the bottoms of her feet. Immediately
she regretted being smart-mouthed, and began giggling. “Please, stop. I can’t
take any more!” “No, we have to make sure you are really ticklish on your feet!
This is just the beginning!”

Taking the pencil-like tips of the feathers, he attacked her insteps and
heels without mercy, continuing for 15 minutes this way. NOW, she was begging
for him to stop. But still no relief.

Now he ran both ends of the feathers between her toes, creating a new wave
of chuckling and pleading.

Trying a new tactic, he found a ball-point pen and wrote ‘Bob loves Angela’
one each sole 5 times. “Oh, look. Your feet are dirty! I’ll have to wash
them for you!”

Going into her bathroom, he half-filled a bucket with warm, soapy water and
found a soft scrub brush. As he sat down, she realized what would happen, and
pulled even harder on the neckties, but he had tied her well.

Nearly in tears from the previous torture, she looked at him with puppy
dog eyes and said, “I beg you not to do this. Please?” He almost relented,
but something said “Why not?” So it began.

Dipping the brush into the water, he then brought it to the sole of her
right foot. “Still say ‘Doesn’t do a thing?’” he taunted. Holding the top of
her foot with one hand he scrubbed lightly but firmly across the arch, instep,
heel and under the toes of the foot, soaping it up good, but not removing much
ink. “This brush isn’t doing much good (although she had almost passed out from
being tickled so much) maybe I’ll try this nice sponge.” Thoroughly wetting the
sponge, he then applied that to her bare sole, again making her writhe and
scream.

Now he transferred his attentions to her left foot, with the same results.
She was getting tired, and crying from laughing so hard, so she just lay there,
occasionally jerking of jumping, but still unable to escape.

Her feet were now clean, and he produced a nice, fluffy towel to dry them
on. He then kissed each foot on the sole, each knee, each thigh, her tummy,
and gently licked and kissed each underarm (with the licking making her squirm
around and hoarsely whisper “PLEASE STOP”). Then he kissed her hard and long
on the lips and asked, “Are you mad at me for not untying you? ‘Cause if you
are, I can ask your feet instead!”

With a look of near-terror in her eyes, she vigorously shook her head and
said, “NO, I’m not mad!” Being bound and tickled for 2 hours left her limply
lying there when he untied her. He lay down next to her and began to caress
her face. “I think it’s time I help you find out if you’re ticklish, buddy!”
she exclaimed. He did decided it was only fair, and allowed her to tie his
wrists and ankles. He’d tell her later that he wasn’t ticklish!!!!

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part11

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms

around him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. The two of them buckled to

their knees onto the shag carpet. Neither of them were worried about rug burn, as

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away. Mac looked at her with a knowing

grin and waited for her to ask. She had to ask because it was part of the game.

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What?” he asked, “Would you like some wine?”

“No! Pleeaase,” she said reaching for him. She knew what she had to ask, but

tried to seduce him out of the game.

“Oh, would you like water instead?” he asked grinning wider.

“I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” he pressed further, stroking his penis.

“I want you to make love to me, NOW!” she gave in and begged.

“Ok.” He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust. This was his

favorite part. Watching her beg was just the beginning. It was the way she

screamed his name in passion that he loved to hear her pant, moan and scream

because of what he did to her. Enveloping her body, mind and soul with desire got

him off. It was like no other thrill. She was like no other woman and he had had

many women. He had had all kinds of women. Some had large breasts he could play

with for hours, some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a

beautiful face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he

could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his passionate

torture. She begged for his desire and she took him to another place. All it took

was for him to touch her with his naked hand on her thigh and she would open up

her soul to him. She would let him rape her mind for a moment of bliss. It was

something he felt guilty about, but he loved playing with emotions. He actually

went to other women in order to come back to her and make her love him more. It

was perverse and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself or his own desire.

The sex was wonderful. Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing bundle on

the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night. The sound of the sweaty

bodies bucking and slapping into each other made them both quiver with passion.

The release was only the beginning. The game wasn’t over, yet.

***

…End of the part11. To be continued..

part13

Friday, October 9th, 2009

she could. Absently she started milking the long black organ in the same rhythm

as the tormenting fingers buried deep in her hole.

Jerome cruelly twisted Anna’s nipples as his arousal roared to a peek with the

death grip of the white wife’s delicate fingers.

The poor white wife struggled to reach climax. She thrusted her hips down

against the menacing black fingers. A third finger lodged itself into her tight

passage and Anna struggled to open her hole to the gripping black fingers.

Jerome was the first………. White scalding cum shot from his long hose. The

spunk coated the bunched white skirt of the beautiful middle age wife. She felt

the wet discharge and the knowledge pushed her own tight body over the burning

threshold.

The staff heard the passionate scream from the inner office. They looked at each

other and smiled. A universal thought was in everyone’s mind. “Little Miss

Goody Two Shoes; the senior partner’s mistress was getting what she

deserved…..”

Anna fell to her knees as her climax made her body shudder. The probing black

fingers followed her to the floor and continued to fill her seeping hole. Her

lips were swollen and red as she tried to crawl away but the black man would not

allow the pretty wife escape. Anna crawled to the window but the black followed

her. She started to pull herself up when she felt the hard black cock scrape the

top of her stockings.

“NOOOOOOOOOO,” she screamed.

Theodore buried his cock hard and deep. The wet channel provided the lubrication

for the initial insertion and the forceful impalement prevented Mrs. Anna

Belvoir’s escape. She was forced against the four foot ledge in front of the

window as the black had total control of her tender chute. After the initial

insertion Anna was able to relax….and accept the long prod. The half naked

secretary was brutally fucked until she screamed for release.

She felt Theodore tighten….. and then felt the hot liquid coat her inner

chamber. The tip of his black cock had pushed against her cervix and caused her

pain…before feeling the total impalement ignited her second climax. The two

sex partners collapsed on the floor. Theodore nuzzled Anna’s tender neck and

sucked a large dark hickey on the soft flesh. Anna merely lay exhausted; lodged

between the ledge and her first black lover.

As she lay breathing heavily on the carpet she felt something wet caress her

lips. She opened her eyes and seen the angry purple head of Jerome’s huge black

cock. Gripping the monster in his fist he rubbed it against Anna’s delicate lips

until she slowly parted them. Jerome inched the purple head into her wet and

warm oral cavity and let her tongue clean the half dried jism. Anna

subserviently serviced her master with her mouth. She tongue washed the still

hard prong. It took only a few minutes for the huge black balls to empty

…End of the part13. To be continued..

Monday, October 5th, 2009

The mood in the Law Offices of Wright and Wright had taken on an opportunistic

air as the new young black attorney; Mr. Jerome Bettis arrived on Monday

morning.

Although the law firm was one of the oldest and most prestigious in Memphis,

Tennessee it had several financial reverses during the last three years. Up

until the arrival of the 30 year old black attorney the mood of the personnel was

decidedly on edge.

The turn about had taken place as a result of Mr. Bettis being retained by the

black employees of the Greater Louisiana Oil Company. Several of the white

officers had made rather derogatory remarks about the “black porch monkeys” under

their tutelage. As a result the black employees were on the verge of the largest

out of court settlement in the history of the country. Leading the charge and

final settlement was Mr. Jerome Bettis; former black gang member of the BGE’s and

now a up and coming young attorney; who was also the savior of the old south

white law firm of Wright & Wright.

Although the white law firm was far more racist than the Greater Louisiana Oil

Company they understood business. It was now good business to hire as a full

partner the arrogant Mr. Bettis. The good Mr. Bettis and his new friends at

Wright and Wright were due to receive their one third share of one hundred fifty

million dollars. Even the old line Southern Partners were bowing and bestowing

on Mr. Bettis anything his little black heart desired.

Mr. Bettis walked into the law library of the firm and started shaking hands with

the twelve senior partners. The patriarch of the firm, Mr. Bougehard Wright

welcomed the black upstart with open arms. “Anything that this law firm can

provide to make your work easier is at your disposal…” came the smiling

dribble.

Mr. Bettis had completed his homework on the prestigious law firm weeks ago. The

Research staff was unequaled and the talents of the support staff were the best

of any law firm in the country.

“Let me cut through the bullshit Bougehard. I will make this firm an obscene

amount of money this next twelve months and I will demand perfection…..and

total obedience. First I need a top notch assistant….that will be Mrs. Anna

Belvoir.. That is satisfactory to you isn’t it Bougehard ?” he arrogantly asked.

The senior partner felt his face become red with anger. Anna Belvoir was the

most senior; most competent para legal the firm possessed and she was considered

the private property of the senior partner. Her long lean frame was topped by

beautiful long red hair which she usually wore in a severe bun. Although she

usually wore conservative suits most of the young studs in the law office noticed

the 36-26-36 sleek frame. Her 36C breasts were showing only the slightest of

droop; and were topped by rock hard pencil sized nipples that became hard at the

slightest measure of arousal.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

part3

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I’m betting. I look

at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of

town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next

Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief

that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the

same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants

to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t

thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for

desert.

The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”

He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than

fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me

that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly

amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking

for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things

in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I

do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is

to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he

will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take

me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing

and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t

decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks

me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless

he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or

have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the

cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m

a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card

cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average

out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want

to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the

kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed

to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try

double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always

wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and

you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as

late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards

and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of

diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and

the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a

card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J

actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared

straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on

Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”

So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the

chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the

pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.

This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost

both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,

…End of the part3. To be continued..

Fucking a sexy kuwaity aunty

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

By: DD
Hi friends,
In our neighbors we have England return family and the head of the family was in Kuwait working as computer engineer. His wife was living there with her 2 daughters who were in class 7 and 9 respectively. Her name was Azra and she was dead gorgeous woman and her age was not more than 32. She was like Barbie doll and her figure was sexier than 20 year old virgin girl. Her great asset was her swinging ass, which was bit outward than normal and when she walks it jiggles like jelly and every man wants to eat it. I was the lucky person who got the chance to fuck her after his husband. I always fantasize to clutch her from behind and insert my hard cock right in the middle of her ass crack and by luck my fantasy came true after few months.
That was winter days and she came from England after having vacations. Her house was in front row and there was a single street between our homes. In our area houses are quite big and no one knows that what is happening in someone’s home. My family has good terms with her family and we usually visit each other. This time she was alone and her daughters remained there and she came for selling her home. For this purpose she told my mom that she wants me to do this job as I have sound contacts in area. I readily accepted this assignment and met with her in her home. We were alone and she was telling me about her home and demand money for selling but I was not interested in anything. I was staring at her gorgeous boobs and they were looking like milk jugs. She also noticed it but did not say anything. Then I got up and left her home with the hope of sucking those gorgeous melons.
Next morning she called me and told me that she received an offer from some property dealer for her home, I said that wait for me and I am coming. I went there after half an hour and when I entered she just came out from washroom and water was dripping from her hairs making her silky body visible from her see through dress. She was wearing red bra. I was stunned to see this marvelous beauty; she was looking sexier than before. I also saw lust and invitation in her eyes. I thought this is the best chance to fuck this gorgeous beauty and satisfy my thirst. She went to kitchen for making tea and I rushed towards her room and sniffed her bra and panty, the smell made me crazy and my Lund tried to come out from my jeans and it was really painful for me to hold it. I opened my zip and started masturbating thinking Azras ass screwing by me. I was unaware the fact that she was watching me from behind, when I loaded my semen in her panty I got bit relaxed and cover myself. When I came in sitting room she was waiting for me for having a cup of coffee. She served me coffee and I was staring her white milky tits cuz her dress was open from boob area and her boobs were trying to come out from her red lacy bra.
She was smiling continuously and she asked me what I was doing in her room, I became bit shy because this was my first time in front of a woman under such situation. I told her that I was doing nothing but she went inside and bring her panty soaked with my semen. I became bit nervous but to my surprise she opened her panty and tasted my cum. I was shocked to see her action, she said I always love to eat young germs and your cum is very tasty and salty so give me more.
Hearing this I jumped at her and started to remove her dress. I kissed her and started stripping her and she stripped me. My monster was trying to tear off my jeans and it was becoming very painful for me. She immediately knelt and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking as I was about to cum I stopped her, lay her on the carpet and started kissing her from her head downwards, her lips then her neck, then her 36B boobs, I licked and sucked for some time and then slowly my tongue was moving downwards and I was getting her hot and impatient. I stopped for some time at her navel and she pushed my head down towards her wet juicy and neatly trimmed cunt. As I reached it I spread her cunt lips wide and pushed my tongue almost halfway in her pussy, she started screaming and she pushed my head in more, she then wanted to stop me as she was about to cum, but I wanted her juices so I continued and she came in a spurt and I sucked her juices. Then she took my cock in her mouth licked my balls and with most of my cock in her mouth I started to cum, she took some of in her mouth and removed my cock and made me spray the rest on her face.
Wow this was the greatest orgasm I ever had. We relaxed for sometime then she asked what I like the most in her body I answered that fucking your Gand is my fantasy. Her face become blush and she said then it’s a chance to fulfill your fantasy. She brought her hands under her belly and unties her shalwar and slightly lowered it down. As I saw her sexy naked hips my lund became full erected. She said not so soon you have to massage me first then I dipped my right hand finger in oil and slowly placed on her hips. Her body was warm and shivering. I touched her gand with my oily finger. Oh! Her hole was very hot. With my touch at her gand she shivered more and sighed and caught the cushion of sofa with her hands. I started rubbing her gand with my finger in circles.
Firstly she stiffened her body but after few minutes she relaxed. My lund was in full swing and started aching in my trousers. With my other hand I unzipped my trousers and brought my lund out. By now she was relaxed and was enjoying. She started moving her hips left right very slowly. I increased pressure with me finger on her hole gradually. I noticed that she had gripped the cushions more tightly. Slowly the tip of my finger entered in her gand. She moaned and tightened her body. I pressed my finger more and succeeded in entering the upper joint of my finger inside her. It was too hot. I kept moving my finger in circles in her gand. After few minutes she again relaxed her body and started moving her hips slowly to and fro. Then I asked her may I apply oil deep inside? She said in a sexy voice you promised to give me maximum pleasure I said I stand on my words I will do anything to please you I just want to apply oil deep inside you It will hurt me and Ill feel pain she said without facing towards me. I said Ill apply maximum oil and will do it very slowly. Ill stop if you feel pain with this s I stood up and removed my all clothes. My lund was full erected, thick and very hard.
I poured oil on my lund and made it fully lubricated. She was still in the same position. I lowered her shalwar more so that it fell down on carpet. Now her whole hips and thighs were naked. I positioned behind her and rolled her shirt up. Now her beautiful gand was in front of me. With both of my hands I apart her mountains. Her hole was very tiny and pink in color. I asked her to apart her bum with her hands. She brought her hands at her back and apart her bums. Now it was a very lovely view. I looked a little down at her cunt. My lund became more erected as I love trimmed cunt. Then I poured some oil on her hole and placed my lund on it. With the touch of my lund she shivered and stiffened her body and said please do it slowly, don’t hurt me I started moving my lund in circles on her gand. I did it for about five minutes meantime my precum mixed with oil and made it more lubricated. Then I felt that she had relaxed.
I started pressing my lund slowly in her hole. She tightened her body again. I kept pressure of my lund on her hole and moved it up and down slowly. I continued it for three minutes then she relaxed her body again. This was the chance; I pressed my lund with thumb and finger. By now her gand had become much lubricated and as her body was relaxed my lund make a way into her hole and its head buried in her gand. She said ooeeeeeee with pain and removed her hands from her gand and held cushions to absorb pain. As the head of my lund entered her tight gand, it felt very hot inside her and the view of my lunds head buried in her gand was so sexy, I became so horny and excited that I held her bums and apart them and gave a strong push to my lund in her gand. She tried to tighten her gand and said no please but she was late. As my lund and her gand were so lubricated, my full lund entered her gand in one jerk. Oh! She was so tight that my lund felt slight pain due to tightness of her gand. She screamed and cry in a loud voice ooooeeeeeeeee oooeeeeee oh oh oee mmmmm hi I will die. Ooeeee my gand will tear in part.
Her voice was so high that I afraid her neighbors may not heard. I tried to place my hand on her mouth but she buried her face deep in cushions and kept crying and saying u have tear my ass, ohhhh I will die please let this monster out from my Gand. I slowly squeezed her huge boobs with both hands they were very hard and her nipples were erected. Then I bowed down and kissed on her neck. My lund was feeling her hard shit inside her gand. She again requested please I will die with draw it. I pressed her boobs a little hard and while licking on her ears said u demanded maximum pleasure and for this you have to pay the price
She brought her left hand towards her gand and touched my lund and said off its too thick, it has torn my ass and I feel its burning inside I squeezed her boobs more tightly and licked on her ears and said is it so thick? She said not only thick but also burning like fire I moved my lund slightly in her gand and she screamed oh no please don’t move its paining like hell, keep it inside and don’t move.
She turned her face towards me and with her right hand she held my head and brought closer to her face and kissed on my face and again touched my lund with left hand and said your cock is so thick and long also my husband doesn’t have such a monster. Her filthy talks made me horny and I tried to move my lund in her gand. Her gand was so tight that that my lund was unable to move. She shouted with pain and said pls don’t move I will die with pain keep as it is and take sometime so that my ass will use to of this monster. I said ok I moved my hand under her belly and placed my palm on her cunt. As she felt my touch on her cunt she shivered and moaned and said what you say this part? I pressed her cunt and the apart outer lips and said cunt. She turned her face and kissed and entered her tongue in my mouth. We did a long kiss. She said it is also called as phuddy I said yes She again kissed me After hearing this I loosed my control. I gripped her boobs very tightly and pulled my lund out. As my half lund became out I pushed it in her with great force. She started crying ooeee haeee no ummmm ohhhhh, please don’t move this monster but I didn’t listen to her and started fucking her gand madly. She collapsed on sofa I continued fucking without listening her and held her hips with my hands bringing her closer to me and started faster. During fucking my lund was touching her hard shit inside her gand which after some time felt soft. By then she had also controlled her pains and started moving her gand with my motion which showed that she had started enjoying, With my jerks her shit became softer and it started oozing out when my lund was moving out.
By then I was about to come I held her boob again with right hand and placed left hand on her phuddi and said oh dear I am cuming She brought her hands towards my back and held my hips and kissed me and said now its really a fun discharge inside my gand fill my ass with that I gave few final stokes and exploded in her gand when my lund was full inside her. She also reached her orgasm and my hand became wet with her phuddy juices. I lay on her back for few minutes and then I pulled my lund out. It came out with a pucch sound and her shit also came out. My lund was fully coated with her shit. She immediately got up and rushed towards bathroom. After few minutes I followed her and entered the bathroom.
There we took bath together and after that I was about to leave but she did not allow me to leave. I promised to come back again. She lived there for a week and then sold her house. I fucked her in almost all possible positions and everywhere at home, in kitchen, bathroom, terrace, dining table and she also gave me marvelous blow job in my car while driving. She left the place and went to UK leaving the most sexy and memorable moments of our fucking sessions. We are still in contact through e-mail and sms.
Pls send ur reply to haihi503@yahoo.com. Any aunties or babes can contact for safe n secret sexual encounter.

Graduation Party

Saturday, July 11th, 2009

By: ISS
“Where are you going tonight?” Mike’s mom asked him as they arrived at home after the graduation ceremony. “Meagan is having a party.” Mike replied. He knew his mom liked Meagan since she had almost lived at their house for the past ten years. “OK. But, don’t stay out late.” She winked. Mike frowned and ran up to his room to get his jeans and tee shirt on. “How do I look?” Meagan asked her girlfriend Tara. Tara looked up from the Teen Magazine she was reading and gasped.
“Where did you get that dress?”
“Internet. With a credit card it is easy.” She giggled. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. The dress came down to just below her hip line. If she leaned over any at all anyone would see her new red satin thongs. She bent at the waist just to see the reaction of her classmate and good friend.
“Holy Mother of…” Tara exclaimed when she saw Meagan’s bare ass cheeks with the shiny red thong strap splitting the middle of her creamy buttocks.
“I guess I better not bend over huh?” Meagan laughed.
“Your parents will never allow it.” Tara laughed.
“My parents won’t be here. My older sister Janet is supposed to be watching us.” Meagan smiled. “I made sure her boyfriend Alex will be here and will keep her busy.”
“Mike is going to have a heart attack.” Tara laughed. “Has he ever seen you in a dress?”
“Not like this only in my school uniform.” She smiled. Only Tara knew she had a thing for Mike.
“I feel under dressed.” Tara said looking down at her tight jeans and haltered top.
“I’m sure Brad won’t mind.” Meagan giggled. Tara had been dating Brad for a little over a year and had reached third base. She was hoping for a home run tonight. Meagan just wanted to get up to bat with Mike.
Brad stopped by Mike’s house and they walked to Meagan’s which was only few yards away. “I think tonight will be the night.” Brad whispered as he pulled the Trojan from his rear pocket.
“You wish.” Mike laughed. Neither of them had gone all the way but like most senior boys they told everyone else they had.
“I’ve got two in case you might need one.” Brad said holding up the other rubber.
“Right. And, who might that be with?” Mike asked.
“How about Meagan?” Brad asked. Tara had told him Meagan had a thing for him but made him promise not to tell.
Mike laughed. “I’m not sure if Meagan even likes boys.” He had always thought of her as one of the guys.
Brad put the rubbers back in his pocket and they knocked on the door. Janet answered it.
“It’s little Mike and Brad!” She yelled so her sister and Tara could hear her. Janet was only 20 years old but acted like Meagan and her friends were a lot younger. “They are still upstairs getting ready.” She turned and led them into to the basement.
“Now be good down there because I don’t want to have to come down there and spank you.” She laughed.
Mike and Brad stared at Janet’s cute ass as she walked in front of them. Brad elbowed Mike and grinned. ”If you get bored Mike doesn’t have a date and you can spank me anytime you want.” Brad said to Janet as she turned.
“I have a feeling Mike will be busy enough.” Janet laughed as she watched the two 18 year olds walk down the basement steps.
“What did she mean by that?” Mike said as he sat on the large sofa in the corner of the finished basement. He looked around and thought about all the good times he had with Meagan as they played ping pong in the room and video games on that same sofa.
“Ready or not here we come.” Tara announced at the top of the steps. Brad sat forward as he watched Tara’s jean covered legs coming down the stairs. She smiled when she got to the bottom and looked up at Meagan standing nervously at the top waiting to come down. Tara grinned as she looked up under Meagan’s short dress seeing the front of her red panties. She thought about calling Mike over but Meagan would kill her.
“And now.” She announced. “A new Meagan!”
The two guys turned expecting to see Meagan’s jean covered legs but instead saw her bare ankles, calves, and thighs. Mike leaned forward trying to see where her clothing started. Shit. It better start soon he thought. Finally her red dress and her curvaceous ass came forward. He watched and waited because whoever it was it could not be Meagan.
Meagan almost fell down the last two steps as she peeked under the ceiling to see Mike’s reaction. She smiled when she saw his eyes opened wide and his mouth open as big. “Holy shit.” Mike muttered.
“Damn Meagan. You look hot.” Brad said at the scanty clad girl. His eyes took in her bare legs and even her full bust she had successfully hidden from everyone in the past.
Meagan smiled nervously and walked into the small room. She saw the look on Mike’s face and it gave her a warm feeling between her barely covered legs.
“Hi Mike.” She giggled. She pivoted to give him a full view of her curvaceous ass.
Mike couldn’t talk as he watched what used to be his tomboy buddy walk around the small table to sit next to him. His eyes never left her body and his mouth never closed.
“Damn.” He finally managed to say.
“If you don’t like it I’ll go change.” Meagan said smiling.
“NO!” He said loudly. “It’s going to take some time getting use to.”
Tara was happy Meagan was getting some attention but not all of it. She moved over to Brad and plopped down on his lap. “Hi honey.”
“Hi.” Brad said not taking his eyes off of Meagan’s short skirt. Only a few inches more and he could see all the way up to the junction of her tan thighs.
“Heather and Mark are here.” Janet yelled down the stairs. They all turned to see the two walk down the steps. Heather was also wearing a short dress but not as reveling as Meagan’s.
“I’m going home to put a dress on.” Tara said standing up. But, Brad pulled her back down on his lap.
“You look great in your jeans.” He laughed as her cute round ass bounced down onto the front of this jeans.
“Who else is coming?” Heather asked. She pulled Mark over to squeeze into a large chair.
“That’s it.” Meagan answered.
Mike looked around the room and realized he had been coupled up with Meagan. Heather and Mark had been going out for almost two years and Tommy and Amy as well. He could feel the heat radiating from Meagan’s bare thigh which was pressing into his own leg. He knew there would be some intimate stuff going on and was unsure how he would respond doing anything with his video game friend.
“Will your sister be joining us?” Heather asked as she put her hand on Mark’s leg just above his knee. He put his hand on hers and smiled.
“No. She promised to stay upstairs.” Meagan said still nervous to be sitting next to Mike.
“What does everyone want to do?” Tara asked. She could feel the rise in Brad’s pants under her ass. So far she had only touched him through his clothing and he had done the same to her. Tonight she hoped they would take it further.
“We could dance.” Meagan said trying to calm down. She pulled her dress down and walked over to the stereo. She forgot about her short dress and leaned over to select a CD.
Mike tried not to look at the bottom of her pink ass cheeks peeking out from under her dress. He wondered if she was even wearing panties.
“Uh Meg.” Tara laughed.
Meagan turned to see Tara pointing at the back of her dress. She quickly stood up right and blushed. “Oops.” She giggled.
Meagan put on the CD and turned to walk back to the sofa. She hoped Mike would ask her to dance. However the first song was a fast one.
“Come on.” Heather said to Mark trying to get him up to dance. Right now all three guys had full hard-ons and were not about to stand up. Heather laughed when she saw his condition. She reached over and took Meagan’s hand. “Let’s dance.”
Meagan was standing next to a hip grinding Heather and didn’t know what to do. She would be moving and wiggling her body for the first time in front of guys. The girls had danced together at slumber parties and had fooled around dancing in only their undies. But, that was with girls. This was completely different.
“Come on girl shake that thang.” Heather laughed as she took Meagan’s hips in hers and twisted and turned them.
Tara again felt left out watching the other girls getting all the attention. She jumped up between them and started grinding her ass in large circles.
The guys sat back and enjoyed the view. Heather’s dress moved up twice enough for all of them to see the bottoms of her silky white panties and even Meagan was starting to move her hips more.
“Yeah!” Brad screamed and clapped his hands. He wanted the girls to get down and get nasty.
“WHAT IS GOING ON DOWN THERE?” Janet yelled from the top of the stairs.
“Nothing.” Meagan laughed.
“Good.” Janet said. “Keep it that way.” She laughed and closed the door.
“That was fun.” Tara said laughing. The fast song ended and a slow one came on. She held her hand out to Brad and he accepted it.
Meagan sat back down next to Mike and watched as Heather and Mark moved up to dance close together. She could see the girls push their stomachs up to the front of the guy’s pants. She took a drink and sat back by Mike.
“So are you going to talk to me?” Meagan asked. She glanced down to see the tent still in his pants.
“I don’t know what to say.” He said. “You are so different.” He looked down at her body.
“You don’t like?” She asked smiling.
“Yes. I like it a lot. But we’ve been friends too long.
“Can’t we enter a new level of friendship?” She asked.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Let’s try.” She said as she stood and took his hand. He followed her up to where the other couples were grinding their bodies together and felt her body push into his. Her arms moved over his shoulders and her eyes looked up into his.
Meagan tried to act calm when she felt his penis pushing against her stomach. She moved her soft breasts forward until her hard nipples jabbed into his chest. Her body moved to the music causing her stomach to rub across his hard-on.
“I can tell you like it.” She whispered. Her face moved up to rest on his shoulder allowing her lips to press against his neck.
Mike easily forgot who he was dancing with. Her body was igniting parts of him never lit before. At first he tried to hold his body back from hers to prevent her feeling his passion but she kept coming. He looked over her shoulder at Mark as his hands cupped and fondled Heather’s ass. Mike’s fingers shook as his own hands moved down Meagan’s waist to the top of her hips. He could feel her thongs under the thin dress. Every five seconds his fingers moved lower until his whole hands were now covering her marvelous buttocks.
Meagan felt his hands on her ass and smiled. Her lips moved forward to plant little kisses on his neck. Although she was a virgin she did have some experience kissing from her last boyfriend. Her lips moved up to his earlobe and sucked it between her teeth. She nibbled on it.
Mike felt her lips and her stomach rubbing against him and it was too much. His fountain was ready to gush. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. He saw the passion of want and need. He tried to move back before it was too late and her soft lips moved up to his. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked into his mouth just as he climaxed. “OH SHIT.” He moaned as he pushed away from her and ran into the small bathroom on the other side of the basement.
Heather saw what had happened and tried to do the same to Mark. She wanted to pull it out and do it in the open but knew her girlfriends were not ready for that just yet. Her fingers moved down between their stomachs until she found his erection. She squeezed and stroked him until he tried to pull her hand away. Too late. He pushed her back and gave her a dirty look. He ran to the bathroom door but Mike had locked it. He hurried up the stairs.
Tara and Brad didn’t know what was going on. They were so locked up together they didn’t even break away.
“Good job Meg.” Heather whispered.
“Did he just…?” Meagan whispered back to Heather.
“Sure did. I guess you were too much for him.” She laughed. They sat down on the sofa and watched as Tara slowly did the same to Brad.
Janet was sitting on the sofa waiting for a phone call from her boyfriend when she heard the basement door open and someone run into the bathroom. She was afraid it was one of the girls. She moved over to the bathroom door and heard the water running. She twisted the doorknob and slowly peeked inside. She gasped when she saw Mark standing with his pants and boxers down around his ankles. He was washing his stomach and pubic area. He saw the door open and the shocked look on Janet’s face as she looked at his semi-soft seven inch prick. She slammed the door.
“Shit.” Janet said to herself. She moved into the den and sat down. She had imagined her sister and her friends as kids but now seeing Mark’s prick and it being larger than her own boyfriend’s her opinion suddenly changed. She heard the bathroom door open and then the basement door. She sighed and waited for her boyfriend to call. Her body was suddenly on fire.
Mike cleaned up and dried his pants the best he could. Luckily jeans were easy to dry and hard to see any stains. He heard someone try to open the door and then run upstairs. He waited until he heard the footsteps coming back down. He opened the door and walked out like nothing happened.
Meagan was nervous as she waited for Mike to return. He sat next to her and she whispered. “Sorry.”
Mike whispered back. “I’m not.” She giggled.
Heather and Mark were not taking it as well. “What the fuck did you do that for?” He asked upset. She had embarrassed him in front of his friends and Janet had seen him with his pants down.
“You didn’t like it?” She asked.
“No.” He said sharply back.
“Good. Then you can do it yourself from now on.” She got up and walked over to sit in another chair.
Tara could see something was wrong with Heather and Mark. She thought she could break the ice if they played a game or something.
”Who wants to play a game?”
“What kind of game?” Heather asked.
“Any game.” Tara replied.
“How about spin the bottle?” Brad jumped in.
“We are kind of old for that aren’t we?” Mark said. Right now he did not want to kiss or be near Heather.
“Instead of kiss let’s do dares.” Brad said. “You only get to turn down one dare and if you do you have to take off an article of clothing. The person spinning the bottle will come up with a dare to the person it points at.”
“Sounds like fun.” Tara said. “I’ll get a bottle upstairs.” She ran up the steps.
“Do you want to play?” Mike asked Meagan who was now holding his hand.
“As long as you are playing.” She smiled.
“What are you looking for?” Janet asked Tara seeing her searching around in the kitchen.
“A bottle.” Tara said. “We are playing spin the bottle.”
“A kissing game?” Janet laughed.
“No a dare game.” Tara responded.
Janet was pissed her boyfriend had stood her up. She was bored and was still thinking about Mark’s prick. “Do you think Meagan would be upset if I played?”
“Of course she would but I wouldn’t.” Tara laughed. Janet followed the younger girl down into the basement.
“I thought you said you would stay upstairs?” Meagan asked her sister when she arrived in the basement.
“Alex stood me up and I’m bored.” Janet said. “Tara invited me.”
Meagan gave Tara a dirty look.
“OK but if you repeat any of this I’ll kill you.” Meagan glared at her sister.
They all moved the table out of the middle of the floor and sat in a big circle. “Who goes first?” Tara asked.
“Spin the bottle.” Brad replied.. Tara spun the bottle and it went around and around. It slowed and stopped on Mark. “I get to go first.” He smiled at Heather and she smiled back.
Mark took the bottle and gave it a big spin. It moved around and slowed. They all watched as it pointed to Tara.
“Be good or I’ll get even.” She said.
“OK. Go into the bathroom and take off your bra.” He said.
Tara smiled. “That was not so bad. I can do it here.” She moved her hands up under her shirt and released the front clasp. The guys watched in amazement as she twisted her arms and managed to pull it out from under her tee shirt.
“How did you do that?” Brad asked while scratching his head.
“Maybe I’ll show you sometime?” She giggled. Everyone could now see her hard tips poking out the front of her blouse. She tossed the small bra on the sofa. “My turn.” She spun the bottle and it pointed to Janet.
Janet was wearing a denim skirt and a halter top. She looked at the young girl and was ready for anything.
“OK. I dare you to kiss the boy of your choice for one minute.”
Janet immediately looked over at Mark who had been avoiding eye contact with her. She moved up and walked around the circle. She stopped behind Mark. Mark looked over at Heather and smiled as he turned and offered his lips to the older woman. Janet gave him the best she had. The others could see their mouths open and their tongues mixing together.
“A minutes up.” Tara laughed. Janet moved her lips away and smiled. She moved back to the circle. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike.
“This one is easy. Take Meagan into the bathroom and have a three minute date.”
Meagan smiled at her sister. Her being here was not so bad. Meagan quickly stood and walked ahead of Mike.
The door closed behind them. “Three minutes. Go.” Tara yelled.
“I still can’t believe this is you.” Mike said as he moved his lips down to hers. Meagan accepted his lips and tongue. Mike’s hands moved down to a territory he knew was OK. His hands cupped her round ass.
Meagan broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. “What’s different about me?” She giggled. “This.” He laughed as his hands moved over her ass cheeks.
“What else?” She asked excited he would touch her elsewhere.
Mike’s hands moved up her sides and to her stomach as she moved back from him. They both looked at his hands as they moved up until they brushed the bottoms of her breasts. He looked at her face to see a smile. It gave his hands the go ahead to move up over her soft orbs.
“Definitely these.” He said. Meagan’s eyes closed as a boy touched her breasts for the first time.
“Two minutes to go.” Tara yelled.
Mike toyed with her hard nips. “What else?” She asked with her eyes still closed. They both knew where his hands would go next.
“You sure?” He whispered. She shook her head yes. It was a moment she had dreamed about for a long time.
Meagan sucked in her stomach while his fingers moved down her abs to her stomach. He lightly touched over her pubic mound and to the junction of her thighs. Her legs opened enough for his fingers to trace over her virgin slit. She moaned when he touched her clit. His fingers moved lower to the bottom of her dress and under it. He touched the insides of both thighs as his fingers moved north.
Mike had touched his last girlfriend on her panties only. He had never touched hers or any bare pussy before. His fingers pushed against the soft satin panty and stopped. She really was a girl he thought. He curled his finger under the elastic edge and felt her silky soft pubic hair guiding the way for his fingers to her damp slit.
“Meagan.” He whispered as he moved his fingers up her slippery channel.
“I wanted you to be the first to touch me.” She moaned when he pushed against her hard pleasure knob.
As Mike’s finger moved off her clit she grabbed his hand to hold it there.
“Right there.” She directed.
She could tell from his fumbling finger he did not know much about a female’s vagina. The only real one he had seen was Mrs. Thompson’s the day his grandfather died.
“One minute.” Tara yelled.
Meagan wasn’t sure if she would get this chance again so she aimed her fingers at his zipper and found it. She pulled it down and reached inside. She wasn’t sure how it would feel when she found it but she had a pretty good idea how it would be shaped. Her fingers pushed thought his bush and across his hot shaft. Her fingers explored it as he explored her wetness. She marveled at its size. She guessed it was at least seven or eight hard inches. Her fingers moved around the crown and felt the slippery pre-come.
“I’m glad you are the first too.” Mike whispered. Her fingers were making him close to coming again.
Her lips sucked on his earlobe again and she could feel him about to explode again. He did not know how to bring her off. “Maybe we can have some other firsts?”
Mike thought about what she had said. “You mean?”
“Maybe?” She giggled.
“TIMES UP!” Tara yelled as she tried to open the door. Mike pulled his fingers out of Meagan’s panties and she did the same out of his pants. They rearranged their clothing and Mike kissed her one last time. Meagan opened the door and walked out blushing.
“Hey sis. Did you find anything in there you liked?” Janet teased.
Meagan kicked her lightly as she walked by. Meagan grabbed the bottle. Her body was now on fire and she wanted to see and experience more. She spun and it landed on Mark. Meagan wanted to see if everyone was willing to share. “OK. I want Mark to demonstrate his favorite sexual position.” Everyone turned to look at Heather. She frowned. “With Tara.” Meagan finished. Everyone looked at Mark and Tara to see if they would do it.
“Go ahead.” Heather said already upset with him. They all looked at Brad. “Fine with me.”
Tara looked at Mark and grinned. She had always liked Mark but he had been dating her girlfriend for such a long time. Tara stood up and met Mark by the sofa. “What’s your favorite position?” Tara whispered in his ear.
Mark smiled and looked at Heather. They only had intercourse three times and Heather was not one willing to experiment. “Girl on top.” He whispered back. Mark moved over to the sofa and lay down. His prick was hard from the time he heard what was going to happen.
“Like this?” Tara asked as she swung her leg over his hip and straddled his waist. Her pussy was directly above his bulge. “I’m glad I didn’t wear a dress now.” She laughed. She looked under her breasts to accurately guide her pussy to the tip of the tent in his pants. She gently touched it at first and then pressed harder until the tip was pushing up against her clit. She closed her eyes and lowered her hips until his log rested between her slit. She started a slow up and down motion on his body.
Meagan was sitting directly across from Mike as they watched Tara’s fucking motion on Mark’s hard-on. She saw Mike turn to look at her and smile. She smiled back and slowly opened her thighs to show him her red panties again. Teasing was so much fun.
“Touch my ass.” Tara whispered in Mark’s ear. His hardness was making her close to coming. He glanced over at Heather and saw her looking away. His fingers found Tara’s cute little butt and pulled it harder against him. It was all Tara needed as she exploded. “Oh..oh.” She moaned as her hips moved faster and faster. She bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming. It was the first time anyone but her own fingers had made her come. Her body went limp on top of him.
“God.” Janet said. She never knew these 18 year olds would be this nasty. As she wished if Alex was there she heard the doorbell ring. “I’ll be right back.” She said running up the steps.
Tara climbed off of Mark and lightly kissed his lips as her face moved by his. “Thanks.” She moved up feeling the dampness between her legs. By the time Mark sat back down Janet came down the stairs with Alex.
The girls all looked at him as an older man. He was twenty-two and a Junior in college. “Is it OK if Alex joins us?” Janet asked.
“Sure.” Heather quickly replied. If Mark could fool around so could she.
“So, this is spin the bottle dare game?” He said smiling. He looked at the cute young girls who were making eye contact with him. It had been over a year since he had a virgin he thought looking over at Janet.
“My turn.” Tara said as she picked up the bottle. Mark grabbed it from her hand. “You had a turn and I was part of the scene on the sofa.” He said as he turned the bottle. They all watched as it pointed to Heather. Mark smiled. It was payback time for his buddy Brad.
Heather gave him a stern look. “Since I had such a good time with Tara it’s only fair that Heather shows her favorite position to Brad.” Mark smiled at Heather thinking she would go to her missionary position.
Heather knew what Mark thought she would do. She actually had wanted to try another position but it was not what Mark thought it was. She had wanted to try oral sex but didn’t know how to tell him. This was her chance.
Heather stood and grabbed Brad’s hand. She led him to the sofa and pushed him onto his back. She could see the outline of his prick under his pants. She smiled at Alex as she turned her body so she was facing his feet. They all gasped when she moved her body onto his in a 69 position. Her long blonde hair fell over his zipper such that no one could see her mouth open to nibble on his bulge.
Brad didn’t know what hit him. He expected her to do the same as Tara but when she turned and moved her hips over his head he looked up to see her dress fall over his face. He couldn’t see her panties but his face soon felt them. He moved his face up to get his nose free so he could breath. When he did his mouth came into contact with her damp crotch. He felt her mouth biting gently on his tip as his pushed his tongue out to find her damp slit. He wished he could pull her panties to the side but his arms were trapped.
“Shit.” Alex said sitting upward to see better. Janet had told him things were wild but to see them locked in a 69 was too much.
Heather wanted to make Brad come to get even for satisfying Tara. She didn’t know what to do so she did everything she could thing of. Her mouth moved over his crown and she quickly raised and lowered her head. She could feel him getting harder in her mouth. Her mouth moved off the tip and down the side. He was not a long as Mark but he was pretty thick. She clamped her mouth on the side of his shaft and moved her head up and down. Brad only lasted a few seconds. “OH GOD!” He yelled from under her skirt. Her leg moved enough for his hand to snake free undetected by the others. He pulled her panties to the side and tasted a pussy for the first time. His tongue discovered she definitely was not a virgin as it dove deep inside of her.
Heather felt his dam burst and moved her head back. His tongue up inside of her was too much. Her head rose up when his tongue moved deep inside.
The rest of the group sat silent as the two bodies stopped moving. The game was turning into more than a game.
“My turn.” Heather said grabbing the bottle. They watched as it turned to point to Alex. It was her turn to dare him.
She giggled. “Take off everything but your underwear.”
Alex looked at her in disbelief. “Strip?” He asked. “I just got here.”
“Chicken?” Janet teased.
“You sure?” He asked. Heather shook her head yes.
They all watched as he stood and pulled his tee shirt over his head. His chest was covered with dark hair and was full of muscle. He stood and unsnapped his jeans. They all watched as he pushed them down his legs and off his feet. The large bulge in his boxers was not hiding from anyone.
“Satisfied?” He asked Heather as he sat back down. She smiled.
“So this is going to be one of those games huh?” Alex asked. It was his turn and he wanted to see some naked flesh.
He spun the bottle and it pointed to Meagan. She gasped. She knew what he wanted.
“Little sis. I’ve never seen you in a dress before and now I guess I’ll get to see you not in a dress. Take it off.” He grinned.
Meagan looked at Janet for support. She only smiled. “What if I don’t do it?” She asked Tara who made up this game.
“You lose your one denial. You might want to save it in case something really bad comes up.” Tara said. She felt bad for her girlfriend who was about to expose her body for the first time.
“She can have my denial.” Mike said.
“No. I can do it.” Meagan said as she stood facing the other way. They all watched as she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and watched as it fell down her body. Only her red satin panties and bra remained. She quickly turned and sat back down. She crossed her arm over her thongs. With the other hand she took the bottle.
Mike tried not to stare at Meagan’s body but he couldn’t help it. Her muscular thighs fed up into her naked hips. Her flat stomach did the same to the rise at her chest. Her nipples could not be seen through the satin material of her bra but they definitely were hard little nubs.
Meagan spun the bottle and it pointed to her sister.
“OK. Take off your skirt and blouse.” Meagan said smartly.
“You only had to take off one thing.” Janet said. Meagan knew she was wearing a halter top which did not have a bra. If she took it off she would be showing her bare breasts.
“A dare is a dare.” Meagan laughed.
Janet sighed as she stood to remove her skirt. Luckily she had new panties which where pretty sheer. She wondered if they could see she shaved her pussy. She grabbed the bottom of the halter top and pulled it up over her naked breasts. Her pink nipples stood out like small missiles. She tossed the clothing on the floor next to her and sat down. She saw Mark’s eyes locked onto her breasts and smiled at him. She spun the bottle.
Tara gasped when it pointed to her.
Janet thought she would see just how far these kids would go. “Let’s try this. Reach down into Alex’s boxers and play around for at least a minute.”
They all looked at Brad. “A dare is a dare.” He grinned. He liked the way the game was going.
“I can’t.” Tara said looking down. She had never touched a bare penis before as was not about to do it in front of everyone else.
“You used your denial.” Brad said smiling. Seeing him smile pissed her off.
“Wait. OK. I’ll do it.” She said glaring at Brad.
She moved over to Alex and he leaned back on his hands. They all watched as Tara used one hand to pull out his waistband as the other hand moved down under the material. Even though she had felt Brad through his pants she was not ready for the hard silky shaft as her hand moved around him. Her fingers traced around the ridge of his crown and slowly down to his balls. She cupped them in her tiny hand and slowly raised her fingers back up his shaft. He was not as big as she thought he would be. Her fingers moved up over the crown again and off the tip. Her fingers moved out of his waistband with the dampness of his pre-come on the tips.
Meagan couldn’t believe Tara would ready do it and watched as her hand moved under Alex’s boxers. Even though he was wearing boxers everyone could see what was going on. She remembered how stiff Mike’s prick was.
“That’s enough.” Tara said proudly. She wiped her hand on her jeans and spun the bottle. Around and around it went. No one was talking as they watched the top of the bottle slow down and point to……Janet.
“Hey. I’m not taking off my panties.” She said holding her hand out in front of her.
Tara laughed. “I’m sure the guys will like this. Rub your breasts across all the guy’s lips.” She was getting even for what Janet did to her.
The guys thought Janet would refuse but when she stood and moved over to Brad he looked up at her naked breasts. They were the first real ones he had ever seen. Janet pushed him back until his head was on the floor looking up at her. She knelt beside him and moved her orbs down until her nipple pushed against his lips. Janet gasped when his mouth opened and sucked her hard digit inside.
Mark was directly behind Janet and when she took the doggie position on her knees her ass was only a few feet from his face. His eyes opened wide when her legs opened showing him her panties wedged into her pussy lips. He did not see any pubic hair.
“Enough.” Alex said. He was not that happy with this young guy’s chewing on his girls nips. Janet pulled her hard nipple from his mouth with a loud pop. Everyone laughed. She crawled over him to do the same to Mark. As Mark lay back his bulge was outlined in his pants. All the girls could see he was well hung. Janet looked down at Mark’s opened mouth and thought she would do some teasing. She dropped her nipple and it pushed into his eye. He tried to tilt his mouth upward but she jerked her boob back. She lowered it again and it pushed against his chin. Again he jabbed his mouth at her breast and missed. Finally Mark reached up and grabbed her breast and held it still until his lips sucked her nipple inside.
Heather watched Mark sucking on the older girl’s tit and was more mad than jealous. If he wanted to play around so would she.
Janet pulled her breast away from Mark and crawled over to Mike. “OK lit’ sis?” Janet asked as Mike leaned back. Meagan knew she couldn’t say no. She shook her head yes and stared as her sister aimed her breast at Mike’s mouth. He showed how inexperienced he was as he licked and nibbled at her breast. Janet grabbed his head and held his lips frozen on her hard bud.
“Easy.” She directed. She closed her eyes as his lips and tongue gently caressed her nipple.
“Good.” She moaned.
“Enough.” Alex laughed trying to act like it didn’t bother him.
Janet grabbed the bottle and spun it.
Mike tried to move away from the bottle as it pointed to him but Janet quickly said his name. Janet owed her little sister but she also wanted her and Mike to hook up. She wondered how far Meagan would really go.
“OK Mike. I want you to put your hand down the front of Meagan’s panties and touch her there for a minute.”
Mike quickly turned to see Meagan’s expression which was one of shock. She didn’t mind if Mike touched her vagina but she was not happy doing it in front of everyone. She smiled and grabbed her dress nearby and placed it over her lap. “OK but I get to cover up.”
“I didn’t say you could cover up.” Janet zapped back.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” Meagan said firmly.
“She’s right.” Mike quickly announced. He also did not want others to see him fumbling around a girl’s panties.
“OK. OK.” Janet smiled. She watched as Meagan folded the dress over her lap and uncrossed her legs. Mike’s hard-on was pushing out his pants as he moved over until his body was close enough to do what he had to do. Meagan smiled and pulled up the dress for his hand to move under.
“One minute. GO!” Janet said looking at her wristwatch.
“Wait.” Mike said. “I’m not under her panties yet.”
“Say when.” Janet laughed. Everyone’s eyes were on Meagan’s tiny dress which was moving along with Mike’s hand and fingers. He quickly slipped his fingers down the top of her thongs until he touched her soft bush. “OK.” He announced.
Meagan was totally embarrassed as her long time secret love fumbled down into her moist virgin slit. He quickly passed over her hard clit and tried to find her hole. I’m a virgin stupid. She thought as his finger moved down to the bottom and back to the top. When he again touched her clit she moaned.
Mike was not sure what he was touching but when he pushed against a small mound of flesh she moaned. She must like it. He thought as he focused his rubbing on that spot.
Meagan could feel her climax approaching and did not want to have it in front of everyone. Her body was now moving with the motion of Mike’s finger which caused the tiny dress to move enough for everyone to see his whole hand under the tiny red triangle. They could also see glimpses of her pubic hair. “Oh…” Meagan moaned. She looked at her sister who was not even looking at her watch anymore. “A minute has to be up!” She cried out.
“Make it two minutes.” Janet laughed. She wanted to see her sister finger-fucked until she climaxed.
“JANET!” Meagan screamed pissed at her sister but also was pissed at herself for not being able to control her explosion. Her hips shot upward as she came. “OH GOD!” She cried as her hands grabbed Mike’s hand to pull it out of her panties. She turned and turned her body until she could fix her panties back into place.
Mike was amazed of what he had done. He glanced over at Brad who gave him thumbs up. It was his turn to spin. The bottle turned until it pointed to Tara.
“Take off your jeans and blouse.” He said smiling.
“Uh excuse me. Did you forget I’m not wearing a bra?” She said nervously.
“Nope. I definitely remembered.” Mike laughed.
Tara looked around to see if anyone would come to her aid but everyone just smiled. Her small 34b boobs would soon be naked for the first time to males. She stood and unsnapped her jeans and pushed them down her thin but well shaped legs. She smiled as she pulled her panties out of her ass. She closed her eyes and pulled her blouse up over her white breasts.
“Nice.” Alex said looking up at her young morsels.
So far only Janet and Tara were showing privates. Tara hoped to change that. She took the bottle and made a wish. The wish came true. It pointed to Brad. She had not seen him naked and since he did not stand up for her she was going to get him back.
“Take off all your clothes.” She said smiling.
“What?” He said laughing. “You can’t do that.”
“Oh yes I can.” She laughed.
Where Mike was sitting he could see both the front of Janet’s and Tara’s panties. The dark shadow of Tara’s bush could be seen but he could not see any shadow under Janet’s panties and her panties were even sheerer than Tara’s. He suddenly realized she probably didn’t have a bush. She shaved it!
“Hey. I can use my denial. All I have to do is take one thing off.” He laughed and pulled off his tee shirt and sat back down. He looked at his girlfriend and smiled as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Heather.
“OK off with the dress.” He said grinning.
Heather knew her panties were soaked and if she took off the dress everyone else would also know. She was also not wearing a bra. “I’m using my denial too.” She said.
“But, you still have to take off the dress.” Brad laughed.
“Not really. I can take off anything I want.” With that she stood and reached up under her dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down and off her feet. She tossed them to Brad who caught them. He smiled at her when he felt how damp they were.
“My turn.” Heather said as she sat down making sure no one could see up under her dress. She spun the bottle and it pointed to Brad again. “Aha!” She laughed. “Seems you have no more denials.”
“Be easy on me.” Brad begged.
“Sure. Why don’t you strip naked?” She laughed.
Mike felt for his buddy who would be the first to show everyone his penis. He had seen his friend in the showers and knew he was smaller than himself but not that small. He knew it was stage fright that was making his face pale.
“Everything?” Brad repeated.
“Yes!” Tara laughed.
Meagan was holding Mike’s hand tighter and tighter as she watch her childhood friend release the snap on his jeans and push them down over his briefs. The six inch outline of his penis was easily seen bulging out the front of his BVDs.
“Why don’t we take a break?” Brad asked hoping to stop where he was at now.
“No!” All four females yelled at the same time. If they were going to show their bodies they wanted to see some penises too.
Brad stood motionless trying to think of a way out of this mess. He did not see Janet’s hands moving up behind him and could not react fast enough to stop his briefs flying down his hips and legs. He looked down in shock at his virgin pecker pointing straight outward.
“HEY!” He screamed as his fingers quickly covered his hard-on.
Meagan giggled as she saw a man’s hard penis for the first time. She now knew that Mike was much bigger than their friend.
“Give me those back!” He yelled at Janet who was holding them up for everyone to see.
Tara’s panties became even damper when she saw her boyfriend’s penis for the first time. She suddenly became curious what the other guy’s equipment looked like.
Janet tossed him the undies and he pushed them down to cover his prick. The white briefs sat on top of them but did little to hide his excited state.
“Give me the bottle.” Brad said noticeably pissed. He was not going to be the only one naked. He spun the bottle so fast it flew across and hit against Mike’s leg and pointed across at Janet.
“Alright!” Brad yelled seeing who it pointed to.
“Not fair. It hit Mike’s leg.” Janet said. She was not going to take off her panties.
“Do it again.” Tara yelled at her boyfriend. She wanted to see some more naked men.
Brad reached for the bottle and the briefs fell from covering his hard-on. “Fuck it.” He said as he spun the bottle slower this time. All eyes followed it until it stopped on…….Janet again!’’
“No excuses this time.” Brad laughed.
Janet looked at Alex who only smiled. He wanted to see what these other girls looked like naked so he was not going to object about Janet showing her treasures.
“Come on sis.” Meagan said laughing. “Scared?”
Janet smiled but was steaming on the inside. Her fingers moved into her panties waistband as she lifted her ass to slide them out from under her and slowly down her thighs.
Mike had the best view when her bald pussy lips came into view. He was anticipating she was shaven but was not prepared when he actually saw his first pussy and it was not hidden under a mat of hair.
“Wow.” Mark said what all the other guys were thinking. “She shaves it.”
Even Meagan was surprised when she saw her sister’s bald pussy. She had heard about girls doing that but didn’t think someone like her sister would do it.
“What’s everyone looking at?” Janet said as she sat down with her legs squeezed tightly together to prevent any more peeks at her pink slit. She grabbed the bottle and froze. “What if the person is naked?”
“They must do a dare or get out of the game.” Tara quickly said. “Spin.” She was anxious.
Janet twisted the bottle and let it go. It turned around and around until it stopped on Mark.
“OK big boy. Let’s see it.” She said chuckling.
Mark looked at Mike and Brad and stood. He wasn’t ashamed as he stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time. His long seven inch hard-on popped outward.
“They don’t all look alike.” Janet cracked seeing a bigger shaft than both Brad’s and her boyfriend’s.
Heather smiled at him proud that he had no problem stripping naked. Her heart pounded as he spun the bottle. It stopped on Meagan.
Meagan gasped when she saw the bottle pointing at her. She smiled and held her hands together begging her friend to be easy on her.
“OK. Just your bra.” Heather said smiling.
Even her bra was something Meagan was not prepared to give up. Up until today she had hid er body and had hid it well. Now every one of her friends, as well as Janet and Alex, would now see her bare breasts.
“Just the bra.” Meagan repeated as she unhooked the front clasp and pulled the bra slowly apart until her small but firm naked breasts were exposed. Her nipples were as hard as she had ever seen them. She turned and placed the bra between her and Mike. She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
Meagan spun the bottle. Around and around it went and stopped. Heather jumped back. Meagan forgot Heather was missing her panties. “The dress.” She said.
“Meagan! I’m not wearing panties.” She exclaimed at her friend.
“Oh. That’s right.” Meagan laughed. “Can you take off your bra?”
“I’m not wearing one.” She whispered.
“Hey. If she only has a dress on tell her to take it off.” Mark said happy that she would be naked too.
“Wait I don’t have to take something off. I can do a dare.” She said smiling at her friend Meagan.
Meagan knew the guys wanted her to strip but she didn’t want to piss off her friend. “OK. Let all the guys touch you under your dress one at a time for a minute each.”
“Meagan!” Heather said gritting her teeth.
“That’s it.” Mark said. “You have to do it.”
Heather looked at her boyfriend as she stood to stand by Alex. His long arm moved his hand to her knee and slowly his hand disappeared as he pushed it up under her dress. Her legs parted as he neared his destination and she closed her eyes when his finger tip invaded deep into her damp pussy. He was much more experienced than Mark and went straight to her clit with his thumb while he pushed in and out of her hole.
As Alex fingered Heather Mike moved his hand over to gently touch Meagan’s thigh. Everyone was watching Alex and Heather and didn’t see her hand move over to his leg. The game had made everyone so horny they were having trouble keeping their hands off each other.
“Next.” Janet said looking at her watch. Alex reluctantly removed his hand from under her dress and winked at her. He had discovered she was not a virgin. She smiled as she moved over to her boyfriend.
Mark’s prick was standing at attention when she approached. Although they had intercourse the times had been in the dark and they had not really seen each other naked. As his hand moved up familiar territory her eyes closed again as he approached her honey tunnel. She did not see Mark’s other hand pull up the bottom of her dress exposing her red pubic mound. It matched the flaming red hair on her head.
“Mark.” Meagan said to alert Heather what he was doing. Heather opened her eyes and saw her dress up over her pussy. She slapped his hands away. “That’s all you are getting.”
“Hey. My minute is not up.” He complained.
“It is now.” She said totally pissed off.
She moved over to Brad and stood while he reached up under her dress to finger her pussy. His fingers explored and his middle finger slipped deep into her dripping hole. He looked at her with a surprised look. She smiled as he explored her cave.
“Next.” Janet announced.
Mike pulled his fingers off Meagan’s leg and moved them to Heather’s ankle. His fingers sped up her leg and under her dress. His finger tips pushed against the sticky juices of her pussy and searched for the small knob resting at the top. He found it and rubbed.
“Oh.” Heather moaned. Having four guys finger your pussy was too much. As soon as Mike’s fingers found her clit she started to come. “Don’t stop.” She begged as he flicked his fingers across her hard joy button. “I’m…..” She cried as she climaxed. His fingers slipped down until he moved his index finger up into her pussy.
“That was great.” Heather said to bust her boyfriend as she moved back to her position. She spun the bottle. It pointed to Alex. Since he was the oldest she wondered how brave he was.
“I want you to strip and show us your favorite position.”
Janet looked at her with total shock. “I’m not doing that.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” Heather laughed. “Alex chooses the girl.”
Alex stood and slowly pushed his underwear over his hard-on. It was starting to hurt being so confined. He smiled when he saw the wide eyes of the younger girls looking at his hard shaft. And, best of all he got to pick out the girl of his choice. As he looked around the room at the girls they all kind of looked away afraid he would pick them. All except for Heather who was smiling at him.
“OK. I choose you.” He said grinning.
Heather smiled at her boyfriend and stood to walk with the naked older man to the sofa. She stood nervously in only her thin dress as he whispered in her ear. She turned and looked at Mark who was talking to Brad acting like he didn’t care what she did.
“OK.” She said agreeing to his proposal. He wanted her to sit on top of him. She stood back as he lay on his back. His prick was hard and pointing upward as she moved her legs over his causing her skirt to fall over his stomach.
“Hey. We can’t see what’s going on.” Janet complained.
“We are just demonstrating and not really doing it.” Alex said as Heather’s damp pussy moved down onto his prick. His hands took hold of her waist and he lifted her until the tip of his prick was poised at the entrance to her tight pussy. She looked down at him and smiled.
It was all Alex needed as he slowly lowered her body and her pussy down, down and down his shaft. When she stopped he was fully inside of her. Alex was happy just having himself in her and was even more happy when she started to rise up and back down. She was really fucking him while the others watched.
“God. It looks like they are really doing it.” Tara whispered. She also wished she could see up under Heather’s dress.
“How long do they do it?” Mark asked getting nervous. “Who spun the bottle?”
“I did.” Heather said trying to get her breath and pretend she was not fucking his man. “I guess another two minutes.”
“Two minutes!” Mark said upset. He knew she was at least rubbing her pussy on this man’s cock.
Alex tried to hold back but couldn’t top his climax as he gripped her waist hard in his hands and shot his pleasure juices deep inside of her. He did a great job pretending he was not really fucking her. “Let’s just do a few more seconds.”
Heather was surprised when the experienced man came so fast. She felt his juices pouring from her tight pussy and gave him a dirty look. He was satisfied and wanted to stop. She moved her pussy off his quickly softening penis. Her dress covered his white juices dripping from her hole.
Janet was the only one to see Alex’s prick before he hid it with his hand. Shit. He had fucked Meagan’s friend while they all watched. She watched as Heather quickly headed to the bathroom upstairs.
“Is she OK?” Meagan asked seeing her friend running up the stairs.
Meagan didn’t wait for an answer as she jumped up and ran up the stairs wearing only her satin red thongs.
Meagan knocked on the door. “Heather it’s Meagan.”
Heather opened the door to let her friend in. Heather was standing holding her dress up and was cleaning off the come from her pussy and legs.
“He fucked you?” Meagan asked shocked.
“No. I fucked him.” Heather said. “At least for a few seconds. Don’t worry I’m on birth control.”
“Wow.” Meagan said wondering if Heather was upset.
“God. It was so hot fucking him in front of everyone.” She said smiling. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
“I didn’t. It just looked like you were faking it.”
“Good. Let’s go back downstairs.” Heather said. “Maybe Mike will take your cherry.”
“I hope so.” Meagan laughed as she led the way back down the stairs.
“She’s OK.” Meagan announced.
Heather looked at Mark who looked at her suspiciously. She smiled and sat back in her place. Alex took the bottle and spun it. It pointed to Mark.
“Shit. I don’t know. A dare huh. I got it. Kiss little sis’s body all over.”
Meagan sat up when he said little sis. That’s what he called her. He was telling Mark to kiss her body all over. “I don’t think so.” She said.
“Use your denial.” Mike said. Of course it would mean Meagan had to remove her panties.
“But, I’ll have to take off….” She hesitated. She took a deep breath and pushed her panties under her hips and down her legs. She tried to keep her legs together as best as she could as her panties moved off her feet. She sat back naked and looked down at the top of her blonde bush resting under her navel. She turned to see Mike’s eyes looking at her lower stomach as well.
Meagan spun the bottle. It pointed to Mike. She smiled. He would have to do whatever she wanted.
“How about another three minutes in heaven with me in the laundry room without the clothes of course.”
“Here. You want me to strip here?” He asked.
She smiled and shook her head yes.
All eyes were on Mike’s trembling fingers as he slowly undressed. As his boxers moved over his nine inch rod Tara gasped. “Holy shit.” Even Janet sat up straight.
Mike’s face turned beet red as he took Meagan’s hand to walk into the laundry room. As Meagan stood her legs moved apart enough for Mike’s eyes to see her pink folds under the sparse blonde curls.
“Now go easy on my little sister.” Janet said jealous it was not her going into the room with the well endowed teenager.
Meagan moved back against the washer as his moved his body up towards hers. His long hard-on pressed directly into her stomach. She laughed and moved her hand down to bend it upward. The tip pressed against her right breast. “Umm.” She said as her hand guided the damp tip up to her nipple.
Mike’s hands moved quickly to her nakedness. He wanted to touch every inch of a naked female for the first time. He explored her soft ass cheeks and slid his finger under her ass and across her damp slit. Her legs opened to allow his hand more freedom.
“Do you want to do it?” Mike asked as she pushed his long dong down until the crown rubbed against her clitoris.
“Yes. But not here. Not like this.” She said. “I want it to be special.”
“Me too.” Mike said. He really did want it to be special but right now he wanted to come.
“Two more minutes.” Janet yelled from outside the room.
“What can we do?” Mike asked almost crying for release.
Meagan remembered all those girl sleepovers and all the talk about oral sex and blowjobs. She told them she could never do such a vile act but now with his penis in her hand she forgot all those words. She pushed him back far enough for her to slide downward until she was on her knees in front of him.
“Meagan.” Mike moaned when he realized what she was about to do. “MEAGAN!” He screamed when her petite mouth sucked in the mushroom tip of his prick.
Janet laughed when she heard Mike scream her sister’s name. “You go girl.”
“I wonder what she is doing to him.” Tara said. The sexual tension in the room was at it zenith.
“OH GOD MEAGAN!” Mike moaned as her mouth took almost five of his rigid inches down her throat.
Meagan didn’t like the taste at first but got used to it quickly. She was on fire when she heard him call out her name. She tightened her lips around his shaft when she heard him scream her name. Her fingers moved up to caress his balls while her mouth moved up and down his long lollypop.
“I’M COMING MEAGAN!” Mike screamed to give her a warning to remove her mouth. She did and his hot spunk splattered all over her face. Her fingers moved to his prick and she milked him dry.
“TIMES UP!” Janet called out as she pulled open the door and stuck her face inside. She wanted to see what they had been doing. She laughed when she saw her little sister whipping off his come from her nose and chin. Janet made a note to teach her how to swallow it.
Mike walked out of the room first with his hard-on resending to its soft state. There was no question Meagan had given him a release. As Meagan stood to walk out Janet whispered in her ear. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”
“No way.” Meagan said smiling. That hunk of meat was hers.
It was Mike’s turn to spin. They all were now leaning forward to see who the next person was. The game had picked up a lot. The bottle pointed to Tara.
“The panties and………………” He hesitated thinking what he would ask her to do. The blowjob Meagan had just given him was the best feeling he had ever had. He had to give the favor to his friend Brad.
“and……….give Brad a blowjob.”
“Out here?” Tara asked in shock. At least Meagan got to do it in the laundry room.
“Yes.” Mike said. He wanted to see it happen. His soft prick started to get some more life when Tara stood and pushed her panties down her small ass and tan thighs. Her bush had a bikini shave with a thick dark strip over the lips of her mound. He could not see her slit through the dark forest.
Brad looked at her and smiled. Getting a blowjob from his love was the ultimate even if she had to do it in front of everyone.
“Anyone want to teach me?” Tara giggled as she moved down on her knees in front of Brad.
“I will come on over here.” Alex laughed. Janet smacked him on his arm and moved over next to the young inexperienced girl. “Take his penis in your hand and slowly stroke him while you lick around the tip.” She whispered.
Tara giggled as she grabbed his hard-on and did as Janet said. It tasted a little salty. “OH.” Brad moaned. He knew he would not last very long.
Mark was sitting directly across from Tara and when she leaned forward her legs spread enough for him to see the virgin’s slim pink slit under the girl’s dark bush. He could also see her tiny puckered rear opening. It was a great sight.
As Tara continued to taste the tip Janet whispered again. “Suck in the crown and flick your tongue across the tip.” Tara opened her tiny lips and did as the older woman said. Her teeth gently bit his soft flesh. “OH SHIT!” Brad cried out. Everyone else in the room laughed.
“Now for the grand finale.” Janet whispered. “Move as much of him down your throat without gagging and when you pull your mouth out clamp your lips tightly around him.” Tara’s eyes opened as wide as her mouth as she sucked in his six inch penis. She was amazed when her nose pushed against his pubic mound. She slowly moved her lips up and off making a popping sound. “Ahhh.” Brad groaned. One more trip and he was history.
Tara didn’t need any more instructions. The rest was up to her. She again sucked in his hard length and slowly pulled her lips off. “OH, OH, OH!” He cried as he came. He did not give her any warning and shot his load down her throat. Tara’s mouth came off gagging trying to breath. “Swallow it.” Janet yelled. Tara turned and looked at her as her throat opened up to drink in his juices.
Janet smacked him on his leg. “It’s polite to warn a lady when you come.” Brad looked at Tara who was trying to breath. “Sorry.”
Brad managed to sit up and take the bottle. The first open display of a sexual act had taken the game to a new level. He wondered how far everyone was willing to go. The bottle stopped on Mark.
“Go down on the girl of your choice buddy.” Brad said quickly.
Mark sat up when the bottle stopped on him. When he heard the sweet words he knew who’s pussy he wanted to kiss and lick. He looked immediately to Janet and pointed. “Her.”
Alex spoke up. “I don’t think so.”
Janet didn’t say a word as she leaned over and whispered in Alex’s ear. “I know you fucked his girlfriend so if I was you I would shut up.”
Alex knew when he was to be quiet and now was one of those times. “Go ahead.”
Janet wanted to enjoy the experience and stood to walk to the sofa. She sat back on the cushions and slowly opened her legs. Everyone watched as her bald pussy lips opened wide enough for her inner folds to open. Her hard clit and opened pussy was on display. She was definitely not a virgin.
Mark just looked at her for almost a minute. “You just going to window shop or are you going for it?” Janet laughed. His body moved forward until her hands took his head and guided his lips where she wanted them.
“The tongue.” She commanded as his lips moved over her clit. He pushed his long tongue out until he pushed against her joy button.
“Right there.” She moaned and closed her eyes.
Mark’s tongue rapidly flicked up and down and right and left. She pushed his head lower and his tongue moved deep down into her moist depths. Her hips moved upward. It might be his first time but he was a fast learner. She moved him back to her clit to finish her race to satisfaction.
No one noticed Heather’s hand as she moved it slowly up under her dress to her dripping vagina. She imagined it was her on the sofa Mark was going down on. She was close to coming when Janet took a deep breath and held his face tightly against her womanhood. Her body shook and trembled as she climaxed. She let go of his head and he jerked it back to get some air.
“Wow.” Tara said.
Janet stood and kissed Mark on his lips. She tasted her own pleasure. “My turn to spin.” The game was coming to a peak.
The bottle spun and spun until it pointed to Heather. Janet smiled. It was revenge time for the girl who had fucked her boy friend on the sofa. Heather was the only one still wearing clothing. “First take off the dress and stand to show everyone your body….”
Heather did as Janet said. Right now she was so hot she would do just about anything. Her dress fell from her full breasts. Of all the girls there Heather’s breasts were the biggest.
“Nice.” Brad said looking up at her large round areoles.
“Thanks.” Heather giggled. She let the dress go and it fell at her bare feet. She kicked it aside and turned slowly showing her flaming red bush.
“Now what?” She asked anxious to be satisfied. Janet heard the young group gasp when she finished her dare to Heather. “You like sexual positions so much I’m going to let you do a sixty-nine.”
Heather smiled. “With the guy of my choice?”
“No. With the girl of your choice.” Janet laughed.
“A GIRL!” Heather exclaimed. “NO FUCKIN WAY!”
“What’s wrong little girl not woman enough?” Janet said with a dare.
“It’s not that. I can’t do that.” Heather said looking at Meagan and Tara for support.
“I guess your game is over since you have used your one denial.” Janet laughed. “You can wait upstairs until we have finished.”
Heather stood not believing what she was hearing. Her own girlfriends or her boyfriend was not supporting her. She looked at Meagan and Tara who looked away. OK. She thought to herself. If I have to do it so will one of them.
“OK I’ll do it.” Heather said seeing the shock on everyone’s face.
“What?” Mark said. “You’re going to really do it?”
“Yes. With one of my BEST friends.” She said looking down at Meagan and Tara. They both looked at her in fear.
“Let’s see….which one?” She moved her finger back and forth between the two of them.
All the men were now sitting with raging hard-ons. They were going to see two women giving each other oral sex. Shit. It was every man’s dream.
“Let’s see…………..” She hesitated and said. “I pick them both.”
“You can’t do that.” Tara said. “She said female meaning singular.”
They all turned to Janet who was almost laughing.
“It’s up to her. If she wants both I’m OK with it.”
“No.” Tara said upset. “You can’t do a 69 with three people.” She looked at Meagan who was speechless.
“I have no idea.” She managed to mumble.
“Yes we can.” Heather said with a smile. “We just get our bodies into a circle.”
A CIRCLE
!” Tara exclaimed. “You’re nuts.”
“Like this.” Heather said pulling both girls up and leading them to a large carpeted area. “Lie on your right side.” She said to Meagan who did as her girl friend directed.
“Now you do the same with your head at Meagan’s stomach.” Heather told Tara. They all watched as Heather moved her naked body down until her own head was at Tara’s stomach and her own stomach was at Meagan’s head.
“See….a circle.” Heather said proud of her sexual creation. “Now I do this.” Heathers hands pried a part Tara’s legs until the girl’s dark pussy was inches from her face. “And you two do the same.”
The men were all now moving closer to the circle. “I think it’s more like a 696969.” Alex laughed.
“OK now we do it.” Heather announced as her lips pushed forward into Tara’s bush.
Tara did the same to Meagan and Meagan did the same to Heather. The girls tightly closed mouths were pressed against the other’s pubic mounds. They froze.
“Come on. Open your mouths.” Mark said excited.
Heather broke her mouth away. “You said to do a sixty-nine and we are doing………” She was about to say “it” when she felt Meagan’s tongue flick across her clitoris. Her eyes got bigger when Meagan did it again and again.
“Look. Meagan’s doing it. She’s eating Heather’s pussy.” Brad cried out. Mike looked at his new girlfriend’s tongue as it slithered into the curly crimson nest and moved up and down her friend’s canal.
Tara heard the excitement of the men and didn’t want to be left out so she flicked her own tongue into Meagan’s virgin mound. Heather closed her eyes and moved her face down into Tara’s snatch.
“Wow. That’s cool” Brad cried out leaning forward. His prick was at max. He wished he was in the circle.
“Hey, why don’t we join them?” Brad whispered to the others. Before he got an answer Mark and Mike jumped down on the rug. Mike pulled Tara’s face from his new girl’s loins and shoved in his own to take her place. He wormed his body until his hard-on pressed against Tara’s face. She smiled as she grabbed the biggest penis and shoved three inches between her lips.
Mark jumped between Meagan and Heather and aimed his rod at Meagan’s mouth while his face dove into Heather’s muff. Brad wasn’t too far behind as he aimed his tongue at Tara’s narrow bush. His prick was gobbled up by Heather.
“Damn. Look at that.” Alex said with his ar

Take a teen cherry

Friday, July 10th, 2009

By: ISS
At 17 Jenny was the hottest chick I had ever met.
I had just turned 16 myself, but she was the fastest chick I
had ever met, besides I lied and said I was going to be 19.
Nice long brown hair, great ass and her breast was what wet
dreams were made of. She gave me my first blow job, it was
great!. I had gotten laid before, but this I knew was going
to be special.
We did things to each other I did not know could be done.
At first I was a bit grossed out at the though of licking
her ass but after she did it to me, I had no other choice.
Besides she was good enough to eat! LITERALLY!
I can’t say other wise, she was new in town and was the
subject of all locker room conversations but none could say
they have had her.
She always to this day says (even to her friends) that I took
her cherry. It was great! Afterwards we got together about
six times and then we got to spend the weekend at her parents
condo at Ski Bech in the Carolinas. I knew she was tight but
this time she bled and I noticed that she had a small scar on
her shoulder. I had never noticed it before, it has about the
size of a penny and it was “L” shaped.
Man she was tight and there was something else I could not
put my finger on.
It was after we had breakfast that the surprise was thrust
upon me. That was not Jenny I had just spent the night with
even though we had screwed our brains out. It was her TWIN
sister Tania! I almost flipped when Jenny walked thru the
door wearing a ski outfit, after I had seen her walk into the
bathroom bare ass naked.
We had a great weekend at her folk’s cabin the girls
literally fucked my brains out, they took turns on me and
after the first 5 times or so I was beat.
We got to go out several times after that, they would take
turns going out with me but never again have I had the
pleasure of both at one time.
It has been six years now, I saw Tania yesterday and it was a
bit uncomfortable being introduced to her girl friend as the
guy that deflowered my sister and I. But it sure does
wonders for my ego. She asked about a possible reunion
before her sister gets married, I like it!, I like it!

Starring role

Friday, July 3rd, 2009

By: ISS
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise
and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her
step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be
searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected.
Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and-
seek with an imaginary friend.
Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost
too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored
this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey
eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the
domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem.
Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind
her.
“Oh, sir, I hadn’t expected to see you…you startled me.” she
lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone.
“I can see that.” smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned
to face. “I’d been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your
trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the
matter?”
“The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It’s nothing of any real
urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my
assignment, after all.” she smiled in return.
“Cut! Okay, we’ve been here long enough for tonight, and that’s a
wrap for this scene. We’ll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 –
that footage doesn’t look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty
of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We’re
doing good and we’re staying on schedule, let’s keep it up!” The director
stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The
actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have
enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their
characters to leave them, slowly.
“Amelia, you’re doing a wonderful job. It’s amazing to me that you’ve
never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to
making movies.”
“Yes, well, it’s new but it’s fun. I’ve been told I’m a natural,”
she replied with the nonchalance of someone who’s not sure she’s really been
paid a compliment, “but I think it’s just luck: good luck to have my founder-
ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business.”
Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural
British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected,
strangely neutral “American” accent of her own. “I think your ego is a
healthy one, no worries there.” he chuckled. “Would you like to go into town
and have dinner this evening? I’m absolutely cringing at the thought of
another repast in my cabin, and I’d enjoy the company.”
“Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards
and I can’t play solitaire without them, so, why not?” Her mischievous grin
was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective
trailors.
Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins
being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being
forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh,
well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She
smiled again, and blushed…Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an
*actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still
the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits
shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he’d look
equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what
was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with
spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she’d fallen
in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The
ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups.
Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and
approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for
years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last
minute, mindful of Patrick’s waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears
of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily
on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage.
“Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their
time and make a man’s stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their
suppers. I approve.”
That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in
giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting
fellow. If he hadn’t been there she honestly believed the “magic” would have
been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease
immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her.
Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her
smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the
site for awhile and anticipating “real food” at an unspecified restaurant in
the town below.
“…and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was
playing `musical chairs’!” laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with
Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits
he’d all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he’d
started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty-
five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first
large part and showing tremendous promise — he was happy to be a part of this
experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per-
haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She’d
go far…
Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the
finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite
productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her
shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging
garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned
toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the
small space between them. They’d almost finished their meal, a pasta made
sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good
white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to
Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a
sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later.
“Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind
you?” he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for
makeup at 6 o’clock in the morning.
“Hmm…I suppose we should. It’s a shame to have to stop our talk
here, though. I’ve been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate
the fact that you’re here when I need you. I’d like the opportunity to get
to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends.
Maybe you can even be my mentor.” she teased.
“Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I’ve always fancied myself a psycho-
logical Frankenstein…” mused Patrick.
The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night
was perfect for a long walk, but they didn’t have the time to call their own.
“Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don’t want to end the
evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee…” Amelia offered.
“Alright, but we’d best part company soon. We are creatures of our
contracts, you know.”
“It doesn’t take that long to make coffee, and I’m sure you’ll make
short work of the drink…you did with everything else tonight! How you can
eat calamari I’ll never know!”
“I like squid.” was his typical reply.
“You know, I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly
believe I’m actually working with you on a movie!” breathed Amelia, with
something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was
having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks’ events, coupled with
the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of
vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally
as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently.
“Have you?” he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared,
founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other
very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may
have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he’d ever
imagined she’d be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she
already had, given the chance. And he didn’t feel the least constrained,
wasn’t bored by her chatter and didn’t dread her company as he did with most
of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal
companion.
“Patrick? What’s the matter?” she asked. He stiffened a bit, a
little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He’d never before been an
easy cipher.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” He relaxed, and chided himself. It
was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. “I’ve
been reflecting on how quickly we’ve gone through the traditional getting-to-
know-you phase of this relationship. It’s uncanny how easy it is for you to
read me.”
“Oh.” Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body
pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes
brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing
against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con-
scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength
to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time
in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did
he realize he’d stopped breathing.
They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others’
lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick
almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to
experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion… he had been blase about
the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his
awkward first fumblings with a girl he’d thought he loved. Now, this sweet
creature had reawakened emotions he’d believed long-dead. He moaned against
her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his
jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn’t know what she should
do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn’t exactly a
schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was
refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over…she
abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts.
Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled
her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing
sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional
flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to
her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she
ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length
of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her
moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of
her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis
was so full now he felt as though he’d explode.
“Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!”
he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else.
Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement.
Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her
panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny
curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her
eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more
enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with
a determined look, she reached down to Patrick’s shirt and started to
unbutton it.
Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick
caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off
her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt
was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his
nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave
slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished
taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched
the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then
the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over
the bulge she’d thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it.
Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick’s other nipple, his entire body
now sensitive to her every move.
Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He
unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway
off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and
positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his
hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on
the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged
his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began
stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and
lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her
hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him.
She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible
things to him with those luscious lips!
With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her
tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him
at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was
the one who’d initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement
that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name…
“Patrick? Are you alright?” she queried with a bemused smile.
“Dear God, Amelia, you don’t know what you’ve done to me! I’m an old
man, remember? I don’t think I can move.” he breathed as he collapsed onto
the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly.
“Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you
won’t have to do *too* much.”
With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to
follow right behind her.
“Here, isn’t this better?” She held out her hands to him and pulled
him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing
her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips
and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled
the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each
nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts.
Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were
having — Amelia’s mouth was drawn into a small “o” and her eyes were tightly
closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder
and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Amelia’s eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting
her hips out and opening herself to Patrick’s exploring tongue. She wasn’t
expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness
compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft
folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The
tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the
rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking
gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly
double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows,
which were atop Amelia’s thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this
game too soon…there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her
to reach her climax.
“Patrick…more, please, more…can’t take much more of this!” she
begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable
feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into
her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could
feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even
closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and
he) both wanted.
Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes
and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in
an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell…and he
liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical…
“Please, don’t stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love
to me.” Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in
anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned
the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite
slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her
completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now-
protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged
her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he
withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs
encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to
put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it
wet and inviting.
He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other
around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her
clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and
grabbed Patrick’s head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved
slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached
for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber-
ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their
legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked.
The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time.
Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold
on Patrick’s back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his
restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and
sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis
stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to
him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His
testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs
and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair.
Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick
forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him,
proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good
for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance
his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their
lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The
seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in
him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that
last he could do, obviously — he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of
urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges.
“Pat, I’m cumming…I’m cumming!” shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her
and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back,
driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and
he drove into her with a shudder.
“Amelia…so good…oh, God, Amelia…” he breathed as he felt his
semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They
lay tangled together until they fell asleep.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Patrick whispered into Amelia’s ear. It
would soon be time to be made up for the morning’s filming and his sixth
sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned
across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw
him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy
kitten.
“Hmm…I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel
so *good* this morning!” she purred, “…and hungry.” as an afterthought.
“Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise.” he teased.
“I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told
me…I’d always heard it would be painful.” mused Amelia.
With a start Patrick turned: “You’re not telling me this was your
first time?” The incredulity on his face made her laugh.
“Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered’ me!” quipped she with much amusement.
“Oh, Amelia, I’m sorry — I had no idea, you should have told me -”
“Patrick,” she interrupted, “I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I
still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like
what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were
gentle even though you didn’t know I’d never done it before. I guess I’ve
just never wanted to before…you’re the only man I’ve ever been this com-
fortable with and I don’t want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!”
With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against
him eagerly. “I suppose I’m too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your
virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some-
thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!”
“You never know…but I’d like to have you teach me about some of the
finer points of lovemaking. I’m sure I can be a good pupil.” she said as she
pulled away and started to rise; “Why don’t we practice again tonight?”

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….

part4

Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

fold between the thighs and the pudendum, tracks down each valley, rolls across

the bottom and up past the cleft to the top, where it rotates around the clit

like some tiny moon. My entire body undulates in response to its movements, my

moans becoming more and more frenetic. Finally, the enigma slides across my clit,

followed closely by his tongue and teeth as he stimulates me to close to the edge

— then stops again.

I cry out at the sudden loss of sensation, then lose my breath as my nipples are

touched, held, taken, pinched, and pulled. The change in intensity confuses me,

and my body arches in pain-and-pleasure and total overload. By my nipples I am

pulled upright, my head still tilted back and held immobile. He kisses me once,

brutally, tongue probing deeply, teeth clashing and lips bruising mine. I am

turned, his hands swapping to hold my nipples firmly as he seats himself then

lowers me down onto his lap. His hard-as-nails cock which fills me utterly, and I

almost come as I attempt to impale myself completely upon it. His adjustable

chair sinks under the combination of both our weights. With one arm across my

hips and left breast he forbids me to move, while his other hand creeps down and

starts gently rubbing and circling and inflaming my clitoris and driving the

tingles of orgasm through my body. I cannot contain myself — I scream with the

complete overload of my senses and the spasms of my body force me up and down a

little on his cock, the friction adding to the charges bouncing back and forwards

through my body.

As I come down, his fingers trace around my mouth and the taste of me on my lips

augments the endnote as my vagina spasms around his cock for one last thrill. He

is still hard, still ready, and still inside me, and he brushes his palms in

front of my breasts and teases their tips.

Then he leans over to the computer, still holding me on his lap. On the desk, I

see a mouse-ball — the enigma from before. He touches a few buttons, then leans

back and puts his hands in front of me again; the merest touch on my nipples a

twinge so intense I gasp.

I raise to follow the sensation, and the chair raises with the loss of weight –

but not far enough. I realise I am about to lose him from inside me, and stop –

but I’ve lost the touch on my breasts. My head is still held high, and in the

vexing seeing-and-not-seeing is another sense gone crazy. And in the background I

can hear another woman screaming. In a less-confused quarter of my mind, I

realise it’s me — he’s been recording me. Somehow the fact merely arouses me

more, and I am closer again to orgasm than I thought a body could be without

actually being there. The other screams stop, he presses a key, and I know he’s

recording me again. And instead of silencing me, the knowledge makes me helpless

to stop myself — my groans are more liberated (and louder) than they were

before.

Without him needing to do more than hold his palms just in front of my breasts, I

am driven into a rhythm of raising and lowering, seeking the animation of the

nerves at alternate ends as my nipples pursue the palms and my genitalia ride his

pistonning lap, courtesy of the pneumatic height-adjusting chair. In my

frustration, my groans rise rapidly to a succession of cries from the depths of

my soul, and faster than I thought possible, I am brought to another seismic

orgasm.

In sweaty fulfilment I lean back against him. “You haven’t come yet, have you?” I

ask.

“Not yet — you still have some work to do.” He lifts me up from his lap, the

chair rising one last time with an exhausted sigh. He loosens my hair, but keeps

my arms bound. I am pushed forwards, my front over the desk as he drives into me

from behind, pulling me back onto him in a rhythm both faster and harder than any

other used tonight. The change, and the pressure on my thighs, and the strength

of his need send me over the edge for one last, monstrous orgasm that coincides

with his own cries as we come together. He loosens my arms, and rests on top of

me, holding me. Gently, he bites my shoulder.

“Bravo” he says.

“Encore!” I whisper.