By: dinesh
We live just outside of Preston and we had been married for 10 yrs, Ann my wife and I have always been happy in and out of bed. About two yrs or so ago my mother in law Ann step mother started showing interest in me and started asking questions like do you spend lots of time in bed making love etc.
Then about a month ago my father in law said that Jean in a silly way fancied me and that they have talked about what it would be like to have sex together, I was shocked but a little turned on, I said that sounds great and left it at that. Two weeks ago Tom my father in law said would I like to call round one afternoon while Ann was at work and have a little fun.
I called round on Tuesday afternoon and there was Tom and Jean we had a cup of tea then Tom said that he wanted to stay and watch what was going on, I said fine then Tom told me to stand up in front of them and to undress, I took off my shirt then my pants and by this time I had a hard on it was great I looked at Jean and she was blushing, I pulled own my shorts and stood in front of them as they looked at my dick. Jean told me to sit down on the chair and to start wanking myself but not to cum.
Tom then got up came over to me and started to wank me a little in front of Jean, he asked Jean did she like it and thankfully she did. He told her to stand up and then started to undress her, Jean is about 5ft 8in slim and blonde and in my opinion attractive, he took of her top and bra and started to play with her tits her nipples were hard and I could tell she was enjoying herself, but as yet I couldnt hutch, he then took of her skirt and told her to sit on the chair opposite me he then pulled her knickers off and told her to open her legs to I could see her cunt, she didnt have much hair around her so I could easily see her lips, Tom started to play with her a little and to open her cunt up so I could see right inside, Jean by this time hadnt said a word she moans a little and by the look on her face was very excited, would you like to suck her tits said Tom and in a flash I was there, she tasted just right after about 5 minute Tom told me to start licking her Jean gave another little moan and I started to lick her lovely wet cunt we both enjoyed it, all the time Tom was telling me to put my tongue in deeper.
I then stood up in front of Jean and Tom told her to suck my dick she did and she very good she started to lick around my ball and I could see pre cun juice cunning out of my dick I thought at first she was going to wipe it off but she didnt and sucked it up, I said any more of this and I was about to cum, so we stood up and went to the bedroom we lay on the bed I lifted her legs so far up they nearly went round her neck and started to push my dick into her wet cunt she loved it, after a few moments I pulled my dick out and told her to suck it, it was shinny and wet from her cunt juices, by this time she did as we said without question, before pushing it back up her I started to lick her cunt again it was that wet I thought she had peed herself while I licked her she did cum, I looked across the bedroom and there was Tom stripped off and ready for action he came on to the bed and started to play and kiss Jeans tits then went down on her licking her cunt I could see Jean was in the throws on another cum it was great.
Tom then started to shag her so I put my dick into her mouth so she could suck on it, then Tom told me to lay on my back and for Jean to straddle me my dick slid into her cunt it was fantastic, Tom was kneeling at the back of us and I knew he was feeling her arse hole he ask her could he push a finger up her arse and the first words I heard her say was a mumbled yes I could see Jeans face tested up as he pushed his finger up her arse then I could feel him tutching and feeling first around my balls then around my arse it was different but nice. Jean then said it’s Tom’s turn and Tom lay on his back and Jean sat on top of him face upward I could see Toms dick going right inside Jeans cunt she asked me to play or lick her as Tom was shagging her I felt all around them Jeans clit and Toms dick I started to lick at her clit witch sent her wild as I was doing that by accident or not Toms dick kept coming out and he told me to put it back up her on the third or fourth occasion just before I was pushing it back Jean asked me to suck it for him it was wet and very hard I didnt see any harm in it so I started to suck on Toms dick I could taste Jeans cunt as well as Toms dick it was a real turn on.
It was Tom’s turn to do the same to me, Jean on her back and Tom’s head on her tummy so I would push my dick up her cunt a few time then let Tom suck on it. I was by this time ready to cum and I wanted to cum in Jeans mouth and she agreed I laid by there side while Tom started to shag her again and before long he started to cum, then to my surprise she knelt over me and told me to start and lick her cunt I could feel Tom slowly wanking me so Jean basically sat on my face and told me to lick her at first I could only taste her but after a while I could taste Toms spunk it was hot and salty and a lot of it Jean kept rubbing her cunt over my face until there was nothing left, I then knelt up and put my dick in jeans mouth and told her to suck it wasnt long before I started to cum I kept my dick in her mouth all the time until ever drop was spent. Tom then came across to Jean and started to kiss so her so her also could also taste my cum.
Although we have never really talked about it we all know we all had a good time It is difficult for Jean and I in a since to be alone, but some time when we stay over Tom will come into the bathroom while I’m in the shower and play with me a little it is very nice and on one occasion Jean while Ann was making breakfast came into my bedroom and wanked me off.
I hope that SOON we will all get together again and have some fun.
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Monday, August 10th, 2009The Dream
Friday, August 7th, 2009 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….
Breakfast in bed
Friday, July 31st, 2009 By: Monica
Ann awoke and quietly slipped out of bed. She looked at Brad lying on his back totally oblivious to her movements exhausted from last night’s incredible sex no doubt. He was definitely a gift to her and she wanted to please him for all that he had given to her. Tall and slender with short dark hair. He slept in the nude and she couldn’t help but stare at his soft member, curled over looking snug. The muscles in his body were well defined especially his strong arms. Brad was such a good lover always making sure that Ann was pleased before allowing himself to get off. His willingness to try anything with her turned her on.
Today, it was Ann’s turn to please Brad. She tiptoed down to the kitchen to gather some provisions. He was still sleeping when she returned setting her supplies on the bedside table.
Their bed was always prepared with ropes tied to each post. They shared a very experimental sex life. They knew each other’s limits of what was acceptable or not. They both shared the openness to try new things and for this morning, Ann was going to introduce something new. She gently wrapped his wrists with the rope tying them in place. She only had to move his arm a little and was able to do so without disturbing his slumber. She moved to his ankles and tied them as well, moving the blankets just a little bit to reach him.
Ann crawled in bed and snuggled up beside Brad. She softly kissed him on his lips as her hand moved over his chest, grazing over his breasts. His nipples hardened under her gentle touch. She used her tongue to lick lightly over his lips causing him to stir.
His eyes fluttered open sleepily. ‘What? What’s this?’ Brad hazily asked trying to touch her and noticing right away he was tied up and couldn’t move.
‘Good morning lover.’ Ann whispered with a sly smile on her face. ‘I brought you breakfast in bed to thank you for all you do for me.’ Ann reached over to the table and picked up a grape. She brought it over to Brad’s mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the tiny morsel.
‘How do you expect me to eat if I am tied up?’ Brad asked stretching his head forward against his tethered arms. Ann moved to her knees on the side of him and adjusted his pillows bringing his head up to a more comfortable position.
Ann giggled a little and answered saying, ‘Well, Brad, this is a very special breakfast in bed for you. I will take care of getting the food to you. She reached over and brought a piece of cantaloupe to his dry mouth.
Brad decided he was going to like this right away. His lover in the nude, kneeling next to him feeding him delicious fruit, what could be better, he thought to himself. Little did he know that this was just the beginning?
Ann brushed her long dark hair to the side and looked directly into Brad’s eyes with such deep desire. Brad just stared back getting lost in her deep brown dreamy eyes. ‘Brad, my love, you are in for a very special treat this morning. I hope you enjoy all that I have planned for you.’ She said in a soft sexy voice.
First, Ann took some more melon and began rubbing it all over her breasts. Brad could see the juice starting to drip down over her flesh. Round and round she pressed the fruit against herself paying special attention to her nipples. Brad continued to watch in amazement. He could see her brown nipples starting to come to life and harden. Ann held the fruit to her lips and slowly took a bite relishing its taste. The other part she offered to Brad to consume.
Ann smiled as she reached over for a couple of strawberries. Brad loved strawberries and she knew it. Brad instinctively opened his mouth and was surprised when instead; Ann put them between her soft, tender breasts and squeezed them in between to hold them there. A big smile crept across Brad’s face as he was starting to understand what was being planned.
Ann straddled over Brad’s body with a leg bent on either side of him keeping the fruit in place between her breasts. ‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ She asked him in a teasing voice.
Brad could feel his cock begin to twitch and awaken. He lay there tied and helpless. His eyes were looking at her perky dark nipples with strawberries being squeezed by her curvy tits. ‘Yes, I’m ready.’ He answered excitedly.
Ann bent forward offering Brad his breakfast in breast. His willing mouth was open and eager. He brought his tongue to one nipple licking and flicking its tip, sucking so hungrily. He was able to taste the faintness of melon. Moving to the other without stopping. He was tonguing and sucking his way up towards his goal.
Ann’s dark areolas were rock solid and his slightest touches sent incredible sensations through her body. Brad stretched his tongue searching and probing for the fruit. Ann watched Brad at his work and could feel herself getting moist in the depths of her cunt. She loosened her hold on her tits allowing Brad the pleasures of finding the fruit. He was able to bury his face in the middle of her warm tender flesh while enjoying the fine taste of his favorite fruit. The juice wet his throat and Ann heard a moan escape from his mouth as he realized his prize.
Reaching over to the bowl of goodies on the side table, Ann took another strawberry. She placed it between her teeth and brought her mouth down to Brad’s. Brad tenderly took a bite of the fruit as Ann accepted the other half, letting their lips kiss each other. With mouths closed at first to swallow their tasty treat, followed then by a deeper kiss. Using their tongues they explored each other’s mouths fervently. Ann’s hands caressed the sides of Brad’s face and down his chest. Her eyes looked down and saw his cock was standing at attention. She smiled to herself knowing that she had caused this to happen.
‘Are you ready for more breakfast?’ Ann whispered in Brad’s ear kissing him there.
‘Oh, yes!’ Brad answered enthusiastically.
From the bowl, Ann showed Brad a nice juicy piece of watermelon. She took a bite, letting the cool drippings drop unto his chest. Her hand smeared the rest of the fruit over her body. She covered her breasts again keeping her nipples stimulated and down her belly. She continued to rub down towards her cunt that was sitting on her lover’s chest. Using her fingers she rub her clit as she caused it to protrude from its hood. The melon seemingly disappeared except for the wetness over Ann’s body shining in the early morning light. Brad was getting excited. He tried to move his hands to touch her but was unable to move them. He lifted his head but was limited at that as well.
‘Patience my love. There is more to come.’ Ann whispered noticing Brad’s movements. Brad was so turned on. He loved to watch his lover caress herself. Brad could feel the aching in his cock begin to pound even harder.
Brad didn’t see the next goody that Ann picked from the bowl. She lifted herself off from his chest and her hand went down to her cunt placing something inside. Ann brought her cunt to Brad’s face. He knew what to do.
Sticking his tongue out towards her hole, Ann lowered herself to meet him. Brad dove in smearing his face into Ann’s cunt curling his tongue and moving it in circles inside her. He was unable to reach the treasure she had buried inside. She adjusted the pillow behind his head giving him a better angle to perform. Brad could taste the sweetness of her natural juices mixed with a hint of watermelon and strawberry. He continued to suck her up.
‘Oh Brad, that feels so good. I want you to bite me too.’ Ann said as she gyrated her hips over him. She moved her fingers slowly down her body to her clit. She rubbed and flicked it as he used his tongue. He moved his mouth all around totally consuming every area he could reach. Using his teeth he teased her lips and moved to her clit pushing her hand out of the way. A loud moan escaped her.
Brad looked up and saw her breast bouncing and her head arched back. He knew she was close. He felt her cunt muscles contracting. He plunged his tongue in deeply using his teeth to continue to bring her pleasure with her clit. Another loud groan came from deep within Ann. Her body tensed squeezing around Brad’s face. She came in force, spraying her sweet juice out and all over Brad. It was more than he could handle in his strapped down position. Her cum splashed all over his face. Its force pushed a grape out of her cunt and into Brad’s mouth. He bit into it and could taste a new sensation. Another grape came flying out of her cunt and into his mouth. It was so soft and sweet.
Ann moved her body off from Brad’s chest sliding her wetness over to his waist stopping just short of his rugged cock leaving him laying there with all her dripping cum all over him. She laid down over him and began to lick his neck and cheeks cleaning up her own sticky taste that she had sprayed over him. She joined lips with Brad and consummated the experience in its entirety. Her mouth was wildly licking and sucking every spot of her wetness from his skin. Kissing his ear she whispered, ‘Oh Brad, you were wonderful. Have you enjoyed your breakfast?’
‘Baby, this is incredible. I love it, but my cock is hungry too. When are you going to feed it?’ Brad said feeling the pulsing in his shaft reminding him of his own desires.
‘Well honey, I have a very special treat to take care of that.’ She announced with revived energy.
Ann’s arm reached over to the table and grabbed a can of whipped cream. She sat herself up again and scooted down between his spread legs. Ann’s mouth revealed a sly smile as she asked, ‘Are you ready?’
Brad couldn’t believe all the thought that Ann had put into this special morning experience. This was something so new and exciting for them to treasure. ‘Hell yes baby. Give it to me. I want you so bad right now. I can’t wait much longer.’ He responded quickly.
Ann shook the can and aimed it at his huge cock. She sprayed it starting at the base of his cock and all the way up his entire 8-inch member. She held it in her hand upright and added a dollop to the tip. Setting the can down, Ann brought her mouth down to lightly lick the cream away from the top. She opened her mouth and cupped it around the tip. Breathing in she sucked off the silky smooth cream.
Brad was able to see almost everything. He watched wishing he could move and thrust his cock deep within his lover. He did manage to pull his hips up to meet her ravenous mouth. Brad realized that being tied up he had lost power over her, but somehow, gained it by not being able to respond as he normally would.
Ann’s tongue was licking down one side of Brad’s hardness and up the other side lapping up all the cream and letting it smear on her face. Descending on his length to his balls she glided her mouth. She looked up into Brad’s brown eyes staring at her. With her hand holding his cock, and her tongue ravishing it all over, she smiled at him showing him her satisfaction in pleasing him.
After all the cream was gone, Ann shook the can again. This time she pointed it in her mouth and squeezed filling it. After swallowing some she brought her mouth back down to his prepared dick. With her mouth still filled she inhaled his cock. Brad didn’t know what hit him. She bobbed her head so fast and so deep it amazed him. She sucked him all in, his entire shaft with the cream keeping her lips tightly pursed around it. Ann knew what she was doing and she used her knowledge of how Brad liked things done to bring him ultimate pleasure. She turned her head around bringing her face down deeply and back up pushing with her tongue under his cock on his very sensitive vein.
‘Ann that feels so incredible. Don’t stop. I love it. It won’t take me long baby. Keep going.’ Brad managed to say in between his deepening breathes.
Hearing this just made Ann quicken her pace thoroughly taking in every hard inch of Brad’s cock and going up to the rim of his cock over and over. Ann used her hand to massage Brad’s balls gently. She was fucking his mouth with such skill and desire. Her lips never loosening their grip as she worked. Bringing her mouth down completely letting his cock hit the very back of her throat again and again with her every thrust. She slammed her face down with such exquisite force that Brad felt his balls twitching for release.
‘Oh baby, oh girl. I am gonna cum. I am gonna cum baby.’ Brad yelled out as a deep trembling surged through his body and came firing out deep into the depths of Ann’s throat. Spurt after luscious spurt, Ann kept swallowing getting it all in. There was so much that she had to hold some in her mouth until she could swallow more. Ann felt a little drip out of the corner of her mouth and let it drip. After Brad had emptied every last drop of his precious juice, Ann brought her mouth gently up to the top of his sensitive cock making sure not to lose any of his sweetness. She sucked tenderly the tip of his member and gave it a final kiss before releasing it.
Ann crawled over his body and lay there resting her head on his chest. Brad turned his face and kissed her hair. ‘Is there anything else in store for me Ann or will you release me from my tethers?’ Brad asked in a soft voice.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Ann bent over and kissed Brad and said ‘good morning lover, let’s shower.’ She stood up and untied Brad’s restraints. They sat together in bed and fed each other the remaining fruit before they headed off to the bathroom to wash each other up.
Mindys mistake
Monday, July 27th, 2009 By: Monica
It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just stepped out of the shower after sleeping late when the phone rang. “Hello!” I said.
“Hi Mindy!” the voice on the other side said.
I answered, “Oh, Hi Sherry! What’s up?” Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. “Not much,” I said. “Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?”
“Want to crash a party tonight?”
“Sure! Whose party?”
“I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address. Wanna go?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I said. “How much fun can a party by computer geeks be, Sherry?”
“c’mon, Mindy! It’ll be fun! If it sucks, we’ll leave, okay?”
That night, Sherry drove us to the address she had scribbled down on a sticky note–a large split-level house out of town by itself on a rural road. We walked past a dozen cars parked along the road and in the dirt driveway. We heard music and crowd noise coming from behind the house, so we followed the walkway around the side, through a breezeway between the house and the garage, through some bushes, and into the party.
A cute blond guy saw us walk through the hedges and came up to us. “Hi, ladies! I’m Brad.”
“Hi!” we both said.
“I’m Mindy.” I said.
“And I’m Sherry,” Sherry said.
“You know Guy?”
“Yeah!” Sherry said. “I know him from work. Is he around?”
“Yeah.” Brad pointed to a bunch of guys standing by the pool. “He’s right there!”
“Oh,” Sherry said, “We better go and say, ‘Hi!’”
“Yeah, but can I get you two some drinks? The bar’s right over there by the patio door.”
“We see it,” I said. “Thanks!”
“c’mon, Sherry,” I whispered.
We took a few steps toward the bar and Sherry whispered, “What’s the matter, Mindy? He was cute!”
“Oh, I don’t know. He was cute, I guess. Just a little pushy.”
One guy was handing out bottles of beer–the good stuff, Heineken, Guinness, Coors, etc.–from a Styrofoam cooler, so with beer in hand, we continued to mingle.
The deejay started to play _It’s Raining Men, _ so Sherry and I got out there and danced together.
By then, we both had to use the facilities, so we followed some people into the house. There was stuff going on inside the house too. While the house wasn’t huge or anything, just a normal-sized split level, there was a bunch of people in the living room sitting and talking. There was a separate media room where a bunch of guys were watching a football game on a big screen TV. We found a bathroom down in the finished basement.
After leaving the bathroom, I joined in a game of Trivial Pursuit that a few people were just setting up. Sherry said it was weird to play board games at a party, so she went back upstairs. I think she went back outside to hook up with that guy.
Some guy came around with a cooler of cold beer, handing bottles out to everyone. I was feeling a little giddy from that first bottle, so I took another.
The game lasted for about an hour, the other team got their last pie piece before us, but we beat them to the center of the board.
“Play again?” one of the girls asked.
“Now, I think I have to look for my ride home.”
“You live around here?” someone asked.
“Yeah.”
“Ill give you a ride home.”
“Okay. Thanks.” But I still wanted to find Sherry.
Just as I thought, Sherry was groping that guy to _Layla_ on the dance floor.
I waited for the song to end and caught Sherry. “You going home with him?” I whispered.
She grinned and whispered, “Maybe. Be ready to go, okay?”
But I wasn’t ready to go yet. It was a kind of laid-back, easy-going party, a _fun_ party, and I just made a bunch of new friends playing that game. I told Sherry, “You go on, Sherry. I’ll get my own ride home. But you got to tell me all about him in the morning! Promise?”
“Promise!” Sherry whispered back.
I had to use the facilities again, but there was a waiting line to use the bathroom in the finished basement, and for the lavatory off the kitchen, so I headed up. The top of the stairs turned into a hallway that ended in alcove with about five doors. Which was the bathroom?
I opened one door a crack and looked inside. I gasped at what I saw. I looked over my shoulder and went inside and closed the door behind me.
The room was lined on one wall with bookcases full of paperback novels, old magazines, and computer games. Neat, in a messy sort of way. A computer was on a computer table against the opposite wall. But in the middle of the floor was the oddest-looking contraption.
It was a large rectangular wood box, painted all glossy white, about 3 feet wide 6 feet long and 2 feet high. But the oddest thing is that it had a kind of homemade toilet attached to one end. There were two slots underneath it, one directly under the toilet, and one sort of in the middle of the thing. Those slots contained Tupperware tubs.
It looked to have about the same proportions of a large coffin. That freaked me out, but my curiosity was raging. That’s my compulsion–my fetish. Figuring out odd contraptions. I could see that the rectangular box section was hinged horizontally along one side. I had no choice. I set my beer cup on the corner of the computer table and opened the coffin.
I stood there for about a minute in awe at the innards of the thing.
With the top of the toilet and the box open, it was a long platform about six inches above the floor, about six feet long and two feet wide. There were open stockades that looked to be for a person’s ankles at the far end, and what looked like handcuffs for a person’s wrists on each side. Numerous leather belts lay across it every few inches. Right in the middle was a 6-inch hole under where a person’s butt might go, and a plastic pipe stuck up out of that hole where the person’s crotch would be. One of those plastic Tupperware tubs was directly under the butt hole.
The toilet mechanism on the near end looked like a toilet with a toilet seat and everything. The toilet seat was higher above the floor than a normal toilet seat, but I saw that it had a step in front of it where the users’ feet would go. I glanced into the toilet. Under the seat was a large diameter white plastic funnel. The small end of the funnel opened into darkness below.
That’s when I noticed that the toilet was also hinged horizontally, independent of the coffin box. I swung the top half of the toilet up and over and looked inside. The upper half, of course, was the underside of the funnel, now pointing upward. The bottom half was lined with white plastic, and had a drain pointing into that other Tupperware tub under the toilet section.
My heart pounded. I even felt myself getting moist down there.
I sat in the middle of the platform directly over the hole. Then I stood. I opened the hinged stockades where my ankles would go, and then I sat again. I lay back and rested my head in the lower half of the toilet box and placed my legs in the lower half of the stockades.
I was panting heavily. I suddenly realized that I had already unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. I jumped up and listened. The party was still going on downstairs, but this part of the house was quiet. No one was around.
I just had to try it. Maybe if I undressed quickly and then dressed again, no one would know I was here.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it. Then my bra. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my jeans down. Oh, girl! I was standing in just my panties in some total stranger’s house. So there was only one thing to do: I removed my panties. I folded my clothes neatly and placed them on an empty bottom shelf of one of the bookshelves, along with my purse.
I examined the ankle stockade closer. The top half slid into the lower half and had a set of brass latches to hold it in place. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched them
The toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.
Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable.
I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel that it was padded under the back of my head under the plastic.
I sat back up and placed the stockade over my ankles and latched the latches. Then I unlatched them, just to make sure I could. Then I latched them again.
Then I found that PVC pipe and slit it between my legs into a slot in the platform into the Tupperware tub below. Its purpose was suddenly obvious. A slit cut into the pipe pressed against my sex so that I could relieve myself into the Tupperware tub below. The hole in the platform under my behind was large enough so that I could also do poo-poo into the tub.
Next I reached up over my head and swung the toilet box down over my face. It formed a sort of stockade snugly, but not tightly, around my neck
The underside of the funnel pressed against my lips. It was actually a short section of PVC pipe cemented to the bottom of the funnel with Epoxy, and had sawed two slits into bottom of the pipe. I opened my mouth to admit the pipe into my mouth and the toilet seat closed completely, plunging me into complete darkness. It stretched my jaw to let the pipe into my mouth, but the slits for my teeth let me close my jaw a little, so it wasn’t uncomfortable. I reached up and pushed the top half of the toilet up, removing the pipe from my mouth. Then I lowered it again. I reached over and latched the brass latches holding the toilet securely closed.
I was now fastened to the device by my neck and my ankles. The rest of my body was still free to wiggle around.
I reached up and closed the full cover over the device, completely enclosing me inside it to the outside world.
I reached around and buckled each of the belt straps around each of my thighs, then across my belly and chest.
At that point, only my arms and wrists were free. I could still undo everything I had done and let myself out of this thing.
I placed my wrists in the handcuffs, but didn’t latch them. I just lay there, breathing through my mouth that was held open by that pipe attached to the bottom of the funnel.
What a rush!
I heard a click. I heard another click. Without thinking, I latched the handcuffs onto my wrists. Oh, girl! What have I done? What have I done!
Maybe the cuffs didn’t really catch. I tried to gently open them; but they wouldn’t open. I tried to pull my wrists through; but my wrists wouldn’t fit.
I struggled, but I was belted in tightly. The ankle stocks and the head box, I knew, were sturdy and latched securely.
I was so wet down there; I bet I was dripping my own juices into that pipe like I was peeing. That’s when I remembered why I had gone exploring. I relaxed my bladder and let my pee flow into that pipe. I heard it dribbling into that Tupperware tub below my butt.
My body was now a part of the machine. So now what do I do?
There was nothing I could do. I thought about calling out, but the party was still going on. What would someone make of me locked into this toilet device? Maybe Sherry hadn’t left yet and was looking for me. She was the only one who knew of my bizarre fetish. If she stumbled into this room and saw this contraption, she would know instantly where I was.
Hours passed. I heard the party noised subside.
Maybe if the party ended, the owner of the house would be alone and would let me out. He would have to understand! His fetish had to be as bizarre as mine is for him to have built this thing, right?
I tried to yell out, but with that pipe in my mouth, all I could make was a wispy, “Aaaaaaah…” sound.
More hours passed. I peed a few more times into that pipe. This device seemed to be designed to keep a person locked in it as a permanent component. That was a sobering thought.
I eventually dozed off. I think I slept for a good while until I heard a door open.
“Oh shit!” I heard some guy in the room. The voice was muffled through the thick wood of the contraption. “Who was messing around in here? Left their beer on my computer table. Jeez!”
The mention of beer made my mouth water. I’d been locked in this think all night and I was so thirsty!
I heard more footsteps leave the room and return a few minutes later. Then I heard the familiar musical tone of a Windows PC turning on.
I thought about calling out, but I was terrified with him in the room. I didn’t even know him. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m trapped inside his device. I don’t curse very often, but _Shit! I’m screwed! _
A little later, a phone rang. That same male voice said, “Hello!”
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“Oh, hi Brad? Did ya’ like my party last night?”
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“Really, man? You got lucky? Who was it?”
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“Yeah? That girl you left with? What was her name?”
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“Hmmm, Sherry?”
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“Uh, huh. Uh, huh.”
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“Never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, huh.”
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“You don’t say! Her friend never came home?”
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“Nope.”
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“Mindy? I don’t recall the name. What does she look like?”
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“Oh, yeah, I saw her and that other girl dancing together a little bit, and then I never saw her again. I think she left around the time you left with Sherry.”
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“So You gonna call her again? Okay, later, dude.”
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“Yeah. Bye.”
I heard him typing on his computer after that. He still doesn’t seem to know I’m there. Maybe I should call out, but I’m so freaking scared! I can’t let a guy I don’t know see me naked locked inside this thing. What if he rapes me instead of letting me out? I tried to be as quiet as I could. Maybe I could try to work my hands loose on my own again tonight.
About an hour later, the phone rang again. He said, “Hello!”
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“Detective Jones?”
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“Yeah I had a party at my house last night.”
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“The missing girl? Mindy? No, I don’t know her. She and her friend just kinda crashed my party last night. Not that I minded. Glad to have more people, you know. But I never saw her before last night.”
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“Uh, I’m not sure. I think they showed up about 9:00. But there was so many people last night; I didn’t even get to talk to them.”
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“Well, her friend, Sherry, went home with a guy I know. I thought they all left at around the same time.”
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“Uh, a little after 11:00 I think Mindy and Sherry left with Brad.”
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“Yeah. His name is Brad Walker.”
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“Sure, no problem. 123 Main street. 867-5309.”
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“You’re welcome, Detective. I sure hope you find her!”
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“Yeah, If I hear anything about her Ill call you.”
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“Okay. Bye.”
Oh girl! The police are looking for me! I’ll just lie low and try to escape from this thing again tonight. He’ll never know I was here.
He returned to his computer. I could hear the clickety-click on the keyboard for the next few hours. It was getting uncomfortable with this pipe jammed in my mouth, though I was feeling so horny strapped into his device. Yet, my mouth was so dry from breathing through my mouth. I was dying of thirst, and my stomach was starting to growl. I wasn’t sure I could wait until night to escape.
He left the room, and I tried to pull my hands through the cuffs. I pulled and pulled until it felt like my wrists were raw, but I couldn’t free my hands. I’m so fucked!
I had to take a dump, and I was again glad for the thorough way he designed this device. I let my poop fall into that Tupperware tub under that hole under my butt. Then I peed a little more into that pipe.
I was so incredibly thirsty. My mouth was parched. I understood now why people adrift at sea drink salt water, knowing it would kill them.
I heard footsteps again.
“What’s that smell?” he said.
A few more footsteps. “What the? whose shit is that?”
Another two footsteps. “Holy shit! I see a tongue wiggling down at the bottom of the funnel! Is that you Diane?”
_Diane? No! I’m Mindy._ “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screeched with that pipe jammed in my mouth.
“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Diane. But this is such a surprise! I know you said you wanted to try my toilet slave machine, but I never expected you to put yourself inside it like this last night.”
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed. _I’m not Diane, you idiot! I’m Mindy! Let me out! _ “Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
“Well, I guess you’re thirsty, huh, Diane?”
_Oh girl! I’m so thirsty! But_ please _don’t piss in my mouth! Please! _
I heard movement and shuffling. A zipper zipped open. _Oh girl! No! _ Water splashed against the funnel, echoing loudly inside that toilet box.
I tried to close my mouth. I clamped my teeth down on that pipe with all the strength in my jaw. The PVC pipe held my mouth wide open.
A stream of warm liquid dribbled into my mouth from the pipe. It tasted salty. Then, _gaaaa! _ It tasted like piss! It tasted like a smelly pissy bathroom in a dirty bar.
His filthy urine collected at the back of my throat while he continued to pee against the side of the funnel. My mouth was nearly full of piss when he stopped. Then he squired a short stream against the funnel. Then another.
I heard him zip his pants back up and leave the room. Oh, girl! I couldn’t breathe with my mouth full of his pee. I tried to blow it out, but that just swished it around inside my mouth. Now, I had to take a breath even worse.
I had no choice. Okay, I had a choice. I could swallow his filth, or I could die. As hard as it was with my jaw held wide open, I swallowed, and swallowed again. The only way I was going to take another breath was to chug it all down. Every drop.
Finally, I took a sweet breath. Then I felt like puking. I resisted. I knew that if I puked, I’d just puke it up into the pipe in my mouth and have to swallow it again to breathe. Don’t puke! Don’t puke! Don’t puke!
_Oh, this is so sick! How could I have done this to myself? At least I wasn’t thirsty any more._
Some time later, he came in again and unzipped his pants. The taste of his piss was still in my mouth from the last time he peed.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” I screamed.
He said, “What does ‘Ahhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Ahhhhh’ mean, Diane? That’s not the Morse-code safe-word you said you would use, you know.”
His hot salty piss splashed against the funnel and into my mouth again. It wasn’t so bad this second time.
Yet, my stomach hadn’t stopped growling for hours. I was starving! He had to let me out to eat! Or drop some food into the funnel. He couldn’t let _”Diane”_ starve!
It must have been night, for I eventually dozed off again. But something woke me. I heard footsteps again. I was so thirsty that I sucked down his salty piss. Then I heard a soft bump and felt the head box wobble a little.
I heard a short hissing sound echo inside the funnel.
A moment later, I heard, like a sucking sound, followed by a thud against the funnel. Something soft, wet, and sticky dropped into my mouth. _Gaaaaaaa! No! _
I felt like puking again. Just knowing that there was a lump of someone else’s shit in my mouth made me feel flush and nauseous. It was resting against the back of my throat. Then another banged against the funnel and slid into my mouth a moment later.
I pushed it out of my mouth back up the pipe with my tongue. That was the most disgusting thing I ever had to do in my life–push shit out of my mouth with my tongue. But all the shit blocking the pipe blocked air from getting in. I couldn’t breathe again.
Then he shit another turd into the funnel.
I realized my mistake too late. Now I would have three huge turds of shit in my mouth to chew and swallow before I could breathe again. I moved my tongue aside let his shit drop into my mouth.
Oh girl! It was stringy, lumpy, and syrupy, and chewy, all in one! And the taste! The taste of shit! Shit tastes worse than it smells! I must be one of the few people in the world who knows what shit tastes like–bitter and smoky.
At least it was so soft that I didn’t need to chew it. I just swallowed it little by little until it was all down, then I took a sweet breath of cool fresh air. Then he dropped another turd into the funnel and into my mouth. This one, I swallowed right away.
I think he stood after that, because the box wobbled a little again. Then he peed once more, rinsing a few bits of shit into my mouth. At least it helped wash the taste of shit down, if just a little.
I dozed again after he left me in my misery. I awoke surprised that I could fall asleep flat on my back with a pipe jammed in my mouth. I dozed off and on during the night with the acrid taste of his shit in my mouth. Eventually, I was slept out. I lay awake for hours, not hearing a sound. Was it Monday morning now? Where was he? Oh, the boredom!
_Ah, beautiful footsteps! Give me your pee! I’m so thirsty again! _ I heard him walk up to me, then his warm pee splashed against the funnel and into my mouth. His pee was so refreshing! Am I sick?
Hours passed before he came to use me again. As the day wore on, he peed a few times, satisfying my thirst each time.
Every so often, I would moan “Ahhhhhhhh! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ah!” trying to hit upon that random Morse code safe-word that Diane told him she would use.
That evening, he dropped a pill of some kind into my mouth. It was chewy and tasted like strawberry, like a multi-vitamin. Then he gave me a squirt of piss to wash it down.
The following day, my own poo was loose and watery into that Tupperware tub under my ass. Cleaning that up serves him right!
I gradually lost count of the times I drank his pee and ate his shit. I had no idea how many days had passed, even.
The phone rang one evening (at least I thought it was evening) while he was typing at his computer in the room.
He said, “Hello?”
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“Hey Brad! What’s up?”
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Really?”
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“Yeah, the cops came around here a few days ago, too; crawling through the woods behind my house all day long.”
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“Yeah, I was talking to one. He said that the odds make it unlikely they’ll find her alive after 48 hours. They said they’ll probably close the case if they don’t find her soon.”
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“Then the reporters came around too.”
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“Yeah, even a TV crew from Network 21 was out in front of my house yesterday.”
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“Yeah! Monique interviewed me! Man, she’s hot!”
“Yeah.”
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“So you going with that girl? Sherry?”
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“Great!”
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“Okay. See you. Bye!”
After untold days, weeks, and months had passed, I had been subsisting entirely on his piss and shit. I had lost count of the time that I had been built into his toilet slave machine. I hated to think what my complexion looked like. Forget my complexion, I must have been fired from my job, missed a rent payment or two, and a couple of car payments. All my other bills, too. Oh girl! My life is totally screwed!
His phone rang while he was typing at his computer again. “Hello.”
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“D-D-Diane? I, I?”
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“No, I’m just really, _really_ surprised to hear from you.”
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“Well, er, I suddenly seem to have a little mystery on my hands.”
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“I don’t know.”
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“Look, Diane. This isn’t a good time to talk. Can I call you back a little later?”
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“No! Nothing’s wrong!”
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“Ill explain when I call you back, okay. I gotta go!”
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“Yeah, love you too, bye!”
_Was that_ the _Diane he was just talking to? _ He stepped up to the toilet and said, “You’re not Diane! So who the hell is in there?”
I heard him fumble with the latches on the outside of head box next to my ear. He lifted the box, pulling that pipe out of my mouth for the first time in weeks. Sweet relief!
He looked down at me and said, “Who the hell are you?”
I coughed a few times and answered, “I’m Mindy.”
“Holy shit! You’re that missing girl!”
“Yeah,” I answered.
“What are you doing in there?”
“When I saw your thing here. I just couldn’t help myself. Are you gonna let me out now?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there staring off into space.
“Please!” I begged. “Please! You have to let me out! You have to! Please!”
He sighed. “Where do you live?” he asked.
“I live–uhm–how long has it been since your party?”
“Hmmm, a little over two months.”
“Oh shit! Then I don’t live anywhere. My landlord is such a jerk. He would have rented my place out by now. My car is probably repossessed. Everything I ever owned is gone. Maybe Sherry will let me live with her.” I started to cry. “I don’t know what do to any more.”
“Mindy,” he said slowly. “Everyone’s looking for you. If I let you go, suddenly the police, the newspapers, and everyone is going to be into my business.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. “But?” I asked.
“I can’t have that.”
“Please!”
“I’m sorry Mindy, but your body is now part of my machine. Permanently.”
He lowered the toilet back onto my face. “Noooo!” I screamed until the pipe forced itself into my mouth again.
He gave me some pee to drink, and then walked out of the room.
* END *
And the life goes on
Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009 By: I_loveyou_jaan
Let me ink the story dating back to evolution of man and woman, when there was no concept of religion, race, or social taboo. The only prevailing communication was expression of love, hatred, curiosity, care and protection- to a greater extent all these were non-verbal.
What mattered most was the gender than any other relation like father or mother or child or siblings; what attracted most to them was curiosity for finding the behavioral, psychological, and physical differences between a man and a woman. The genesis of all desires, discovery and invention was the instinct, which led them to gain the conscience and rule the world. The yet another form of expression of sex,
The man and woman first saw each other, curiosity generated to further explore the physical differences, found the differences in the genitals of each other further explored it, fondled it, kissed it like an animal, loved drinking the pee, grew up together as siblings exploring the happiness, strength and weakness of each other. Probably, that led them to feel earth as feminine or sky as masculine- earth being fertile and sky being covering and protective. Probably, all these conceived a man called Freud.
The continuous change and reciprocation of behavior led to the evolution of emotion, sentiments, and human approach. Power of imagination blended perfectly with the animal’s instinct took the concept of love making to a greater height.
A boy and a girl grew up together by laughing, caring, caressing, bathing, fondling. While growing up they go through the moments of passion and kiss each other, he puts his hands for the first time on her swollen, budding chest, finds it to be the ultimate place to rest his head his hands further explore her burning calm in side her psyche and sends shiver through her spine when he moves his hands from thoracic to lumber region. He whispers his love in her ears and kisses under her earlobes, his mouth moving from her ear lobes to her neck going further down. Finds a scanty arm pits and kisses there moves lower side kisses just on the far end periphery of her breast. His hands gently squeezing her shaped butts; they start sweating, the aromas of their sweat make the moments of passion more desirous.
The woman look for the air and open her mouth, the man puts his lips on her lips and starts playing with her tongue, their tongue playing like two snakes making love, each step of passion further leading to more heightened desire, the most ancient of man’s instinct. His hands further exploring the truth, mother of all the desire, the valley of paradise, His hands are passing through smooth, creamy out ward protection of the paradise the inner thighs, she is all wet and ready to be further explored, he finds the wet and moist valley of love tickle it with his fingers, she spreads, widens hide the valley of pleasure, the adrenalin is shooting up his desires he moves his mouth downwards and moves his tongue around her naval. She pulls the hairs on his head tight, the thunder moves down from her spines and she widens her legs, pushes his head downwards, he finds the valley of love covered with soft and silky hairs. All wet and shiny with the oozing love juices, his ears are listening the rising moans, his nostrils are smelling the first fresh dews of the valley of love, his tongue wants more, explores more, goes deeper down the valley of truth. His head is clamped between her creamy thighs, her legs locked around his shoulder. She moves her head down wards further down, holds his pride between her hands so smooth and silky protection out side the commander of all the warriors the oozing fresh dews coming out of the pinnacle of pride moistens her hands she wants to feel the commander with closer views her head goes near to it. His pride touches her lips, she opens her mouth with inborn shyness and inhibition he thrusts his pride further down her mouth, she tastes the first drop of her desire which is going to make her complete woman. Incidentally, Kamasutra called it 69.
Her body quivers and she releases her control, her inhibition and her shyness all shoots out. Her forehead is sweating the erection on her both the mounds are hard and bursting from within. He brings his mouth up and kisses her lips again. He tastes the juices of his pride in her mouth and she tastes her moist shyness in his mouth. Now the emperor is between the protection of her smooth and silky thighs she holds the crown of emperor between her fingers and her hands are at the base of it guiding it to the ultimate empire to win over, she provides it the final access and brings it to the ultimate gate of victory. He pushes his might down first gently, resistance is all pleasure to the king and he thrusts it with more power she provides access she brings her territory up and exerts power back. He is going deeper down and she is clasping the emperor between her legs more tightly; the fight heightens up, the passion turns wild they pray for never ending battle. It seems the entire earth is moving up and down the sky is coming down the breaths wants to get free from the body. His assaults are getting deeper and mightier. He is hitting deeper and deeper she is hitting back and engulfing his might in her valley of love, providing him access to the most fertile ground; his obsession leads him to the ultimate success, she declares and pronounces his might, their body stiffens for the moment and he finds a load of love shooting in side her, her body jerks and oozes out her love juice; thinking he is going to be a winner he finds him self exhausted after releasing his ultimate instinct. Now is the time when she feels to be a winner an empress and the queen. The quest for the ultimate desire goes up and up till they realize that fruit of love is growing up in side her womb.
He brings foods for her, takes care of her emotions and listens to her unborn love by putting his ear on her abdomen, shy smiles in pain, tears comes out of eyes when the yet to be born prince kicks his legs in side, then comes the moment of another truth when all the passions give rise to one more curiosity. The child is now prepared to face the world desperate to come out of the womb the pain of mother heightens and the child’s head is ready to come out of the gate from where his birth was planned and conceived, in that very moment three relations are born for the first time the woman feels the child belong to her and takes care of the child, mother is born, the man feels his instincts are re born to carry forward his desires and a father is born and to both of them a son is born. He comes out, the complete woman takes him in to her arms, his mouth opens for external breathing for the first time and he cries, father looks anxious mother could understand his hunger and takes his mouth to her breasts, full of milk oozing out. The child sucks the first desire of his life to survive to survive, which is going to remain his obsession his desire when he becomes a man…
Life goes on with the cares and happiness around, his mother taking all care of him bathing him feeding him soothing him, father, searching for his dream in his eyes… He becomes the axis of love and hope in his family, the newly blessed mother doesn’t allow the father of child to come closer to her and unlock the ancient love between them again, till he is half asleep. She starts balancing her love between her newfound love and hope and the assured shoulders of comfort and protection. The cleavage widens… She puts the child on sleep and put her arms again around her never-ending pride that she belonged who made her the complete woman.
This time it was the emotion which was on the cross roads of evolution. The wildness was more matured and the comfort was more prevalent. The child cries she takes it back to her breasts. Her master gets envious and put his mouth on her right breasts. She the mother of nature feeding the father and son together, her ecstasy grows wilder and passion reaches a new height. Their love making, envy, pride, protection, hopes, desires sub-consciously creeping down in to his psyche. He enjoys the first attention of his mother and his mother becomes his first love. He finds his lady love always-attentive ready for him.
The child is gradually growing and getting conscious of the gender difference between him and his mother, yet inquisitive about his secret desires. Now is the time for his mother to affirm her loyalty towards her master and love towards her growing child, the cleavage between two loves clinging at her, widens. The child wants to feel the same warmth, which he had seen just when he was born and first seen. Mother feels shy of this grown up man tells him about the social taboos in a non-verbal subtle manner.
The child still insists for his first love, she gives in hesitatingly the child reaches the pinnacle of his love and the art of love making, at the same time he is getting curious about his just growing up budding sibling she is also getting very close to him but relies more on her father she wants to feel him she wants to feel more protected under his arms and she has to soothe her big brother also. She enjoys the maturity of her father and the might of her brother. She allows both of them to a nice treat of her passion her desires and her growing angel’s body and soul.
And the life goes on……
The Son also needs the pride which his father has been enjoying so long, decides to find his own empire, the rift grows wider and he finally deiced to move out leaving his first love of his mother and tender attraction of his sibling behind, to explore the new world.
He arrives at an unknown place people welcome this mighty prince with an open arm, and he finds a new attraction waiting for him with a swollen pride on her chest. They get closer close enough leaving no space in between. The lady finds him a man coming out of her dreams they laugh together but she is not matching his first love his own mother. Still natures differences conferred in them kept them together. The man is not able to decide her as his place where he can rest his head. She understands the subtle indecisiveness growing among them, yet he doesn’t want to leave her. The lady in love also gets attracted towards other men and comes a final day when out of his fatal surprise decides to leave him and again the man felt bereft, destroyed and betrayed.
The lady goes to other man but she could not find the same charm and same depth of in her new found love. She wants to come back and wants to keep the life in the same abeyance as it was, till one day the man thinks it is wise to develop the conscience and suppress the instinct the conflict between these grows wider the man feels disturbed and decides to move away far away where he can dream of a new life where he can forget his past. The humiliation has made him wiser and mightier and more decisive.
He reaches new place fids a new girl and decides to settle down with her, partial reality and partial compromises forces him to do so. He settles down with her builds an new family grows his child and his child also moves out one day incidentally he finds the new love his life where his father had found they decides to settle down and the mother of that girl was his father’s first attraction out of his house.
Both the family came together and again resumed the same fun they were born with.
And the life goes on…
Where is the religion, where are those social taboos, why we enjoy to win why we enjoy loosing, what we look for, are we looking out for something hidden within are we at the cross roads of evolution where retro is inevitable, are we looking for the truth or are we aware that we have no significance to nothing.
After all life has to continue whether we plan it or get carried by it, circumstances are very rarely predictable…
And the life goes on…
I_loveyou_jaan@yahoo.co.in
How I fucked a blonde
Tuesday, July 21st, 2009 By: Timmy
My name in Timmy and this one of my experience I had with a white girl.
A couple of weeks ago, this really hot European woman came in to eat with her two young children and sat at a table in a section adjacent to my section. She was so incredibly hot. She had long blonde hair, big round boobs that she showed off with a low cut black shirt that showed a lot of cleavage, and a nice big round ass that I checked out when she took her son to the bathroom. She also had the hottest accent. She was probably about thirty but looked closer to twenty five. She caught me checking her out a couple of times and gave me a wry smile.
I took her food to her table so I could flirt with her. I was really good with her toddler sonI know the best way into a MILFs pants is to be good with her kids. I found out that her husband had divorced her and that she was very busy. Knowing that meant she was probably also lonely, I flirted with her in passing throughout the evening. When she got up to leave, she gave me her number and asked me to call when I got off. I told her that she would know when I got off and she gave me that smile again.
When I got off, I rushed home, showered, and called her. She gave me directions to her house and told me to come over. When I got there, it was dark and candles were lit. A bottle of wine was chilled on the table and she told me that the nanny had put the kids to bed and was in the guest house. I could tell she hadnt gotten laid in a while. We sat and talked and drank some wine and she asked if I was down for a joint. I thought this chick was pretty cool and we smoked the joint on her back porch.
We finished and she put her hand on my lap and began rubbing my cock. It got hard soon and I began rubbing her thigh up to her clit. We started making out and we took off each others shirts. She straddled me and I took off her lacy black bra. Her tits were gorgeous. I sucked on them while she grinded herself on the bulge in my pants.
Then she got down to her knees and took out my cock. Im pretty big and her eyes lit up with excitement when she saw it. Then she engulfed my entire cock in her mouth. It felt so good to feel the back of her throat with the tip of my cock. She was skilled and had lots of practice. She slowed down and extended the blowjob for what seemed like an hour. Finally, I blew my load into her mouth. She swallowed most of it like a champ but there was so much that some dripped out her mouth, down her chin, and onto her breasts.
She led me inside to her bedroom and lay down onto the bed. I took off her pants to find a soaking lime green thong. I took it off and dove between her legs. I ate her shaved pussy like I never have before. She writhed and moaned and came as I rubbed her G-spot with my fingers while I flicked her clit with my tongue. She screamed to orgasm, pulling my hair.
I was hard by this time and turned her over. I had to fuck her from behind. I slapped her perfectly abundant ass as I rammed my cock into her. She screamed and moaned in her native language, which was so hot. Earlier, she said she was on the pill so I came really hard inside of her. We were both tired and rested for about twenty minutes and then she sucked me to erection and got on top of me. She rode me like I was a bull, her tits bouncing everywhere. I came in her again and she had another screaming orgasm. Good thing her kids rooms were at the other end of the house. Finally, we collapsed and fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and heard the shower. I got in with her and instantly got hard. We kissed and she turned over, bent down, and grabbed a rail. I fucked her again from behind for a few minutes until she told me to put it in her ass. I slipped out and eased it in there. When I got a flow I fucked her as hard as I could. She shook and screamed while I pounded her ass and our knees buckled as we came. We washed off and got dressed and went down for breakfast.
The nanny, I was surprised to find out, was young and almost as hot as she was. Immediately the idea of a three way popped into my head. As I ate the delicious bacon and eggs, my lover grabbed my knee and whispered into my ear next time. Best eggs and best sex Ive ever had, and Im still waiting for my three ways.
Seduced By An Entity -2
Monday, July 20th, 2009 By: lucky sharma
The seven witches turned heads as they walked into the club, men were watching their every move, they sat at the bar turning their bar stools so they could choose what man they would have. Not what man would choose them?
“You won’t believe who just came in.” Alicia told them looking at Roger and Hank waiting to be seated. Cheyenne quickly searched the bar until she found a very muscular Jamaican man who was completely bald, with a white suit on letting the jacket hang open exposing his black tight pull over shirt, black dress shoes, and a gold thick chain hanging around his neck. With a thick gold bracelet around his wrist. Cheyenne began to look at him and when she caught his attention she smiled crossing her legs slowly, making her lips wet as she slowly ran her tongue across them, she looked at him seductive. The other women seeing who she picked out to drive Hank crazy.
“Cheyenne you are so bad! You know it will remind him of Gore warrior.” Tammy said smiling as she eyed a tall long blond haired guy, with blue eyes, a killer tan, wearing a black dress shirt with black loose fitting slacks and black dress shoes.
“I know isn’t it great?” She said smugly as the man came up to Cheyenne.
“Hello sexy lady.” He said looking her up and down.
“Hello handsome man.’ She said smiling seductively.
“Dance with me?” He asked her.
“Of course I will.” She said putting her hands on his shoulders so he would have to help her down by putting his hands on her waist lifting her off the bar stool pulling her up close to him bringing his face close to hers.
“Let’s go dance sexy lady.” He told her as he took her out to the dance floor where He danced seductively with her. Their bodies moved together as he ran his hands up and down her sides then he would dip her causing her top to go half way exposing half of her breast. Licking her stomach slowly, bringing her back up his leg was be between her thighs moving their bodies in a slow grinding circular motion everyone was watching the seduction taking place on the dance floor as Cheyenne wrapping her arms around his neck rubbing his head slowly with her hands as her breast rubbed against his chest causing her nipples to become even harder.
“Sexy lady you are driving me crazy with desire I want to take you right here, but we would be arrested and that would be no fun.” He said pushing his hardness against her as he turned her back to him pressing it even harder up against her as he moved her hips in a grinding motion.” Come back to my place and let me show you how I can make you feel so good sexy lady.” He said as he licked and sucked on her neck. Cheyenne watched Hank fuming as Roger had to stop him from breaking the dance up. Cheyenne moved the dark handsome stranger’s hands just above her pelvic looking very sensual.” I don’t think so, you have to earn me.” She told him walking back to the bar stool where her friends were waiting as they had watched the seduction dance. The man stood there as he never had problems picking up women before, he had met his match making him even more interested in the sexy lady.
“Well what happened?” Cheyenne’s friends inquired as they watched the man walking back up to Cheyenne.
“I got him hot and bothered he wanted to take me home I told him he had to earn me simple as that .” she said sipping on a soda smiling.
“Can I at least know your name sexy lady?” he asked her as Cheyenne found his Jamaican accent to be very sexy.
“It’s sexy lady.” Her friends said in unison laughing.
“You tell me yours first, then I will tell you mine.” She said looking at him seductively as she was really enjoying teasing him with her body.
“Ok sexy lady my name is Devon, now do I get to have the pleasure of knowing yours?” He asked her smiling very sensual at her as he desired her body immensely.
“Well Devon my name is Cheyenne; these are my sisters Alicia, Tammy, Margaret, Gloria, Patty and Cathy.” She told him.
“So why don’t you lovely ladies join myself and my friends instead of sitting so alone and beautiful.” He told them determined he would have Cheyenne before the night was over. When the women looked over at the table there were six handsome Jamaican men, some bald, some with long and short dreadlocks. Alicia was extremely attracted to the one with the long dreadlocks with sky blue eyes.
“What a coincidence you have six friends and I have six sisters.” She told as he led them to the table introducing the ladies to the men.
“These are my friends Chevva, Desmahn, Leary, Fitzraay, Danavan and O-racy. He told the ladies as he then introduced the women to the men trying to get each ones name right, when he got to Cheyenne he smiled.” And this is sexy lady which I will be the only one calling her that, the rest of you call her Cheyenne.” he told them as he seated her next to him. The men stood up pulling the seats out so the women could sit down Alicia was in all her glory sitting next to Chevva with the gorgeous sky blue eyes. The men treated the women like queens ordering their drinks and appetizers for them. Cheyenne explained she could not drink alcohol that she was allergic to it.
When the song came on a woman’s worth, Desmahn looked at Cheyenne “May I have the enjoyment of your company to this song?” he asked as he too had long dreadlocks, he was very muscular, his eyes were green,
“Cheyenne smiled as she could see he must be 6 ft 2.”Of course I would love to dance with you.” She told him as she looked his body up and down with a seductive smile.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as they moved their bodies slowly to the music he ran his hands down to her thighs then back up her back side as he turned her back to him they began to grind their bodies in slow grinding rotating movements her hands on his as he went up under her shirt feeling just the bottom of her breast. Resting her head back on his chest.
“I wish to make love to you, to lick areas driving you wild. Come out on the balcony with me for a moment to look at the view.” He told her holding her hand leading her to the balcony where he stood behind her holding her close to his body as he kissed her neck, running his hands up under her shirt feeling her firm breast.” Let me have you now woman.” He said turning her around raising her skirt up as she tried to pull it down. “Stop it.” She told him pushing him away from her.
“You think you can tease us and not give it to us?” he told her trying to force himself on Cheyenne.” Well I am going to take it and make you sorry for being a little tease.” He told her shoving her up against the railing.
Cheyenne became enraged at him.” I can do what I want! When I want! And with whom I want! No pig of a man like your self is going to tell me any differently!” she told him lifting him up in the air with her magic.” If you ever try to force your self on a woman I will personally come and send you straight to hell! From this moment on I Mystic Shadow the High Priestess cast a spell on you that from this moment forward you shall treat women as queens and you’re to be their servant.” She said lowering him back down removing any memory of what happened and he would not know he had a spell cast on him by her.
Roger and Hank stood where she could not see them as they watched to make sure she was safe. As they laughed when they saw her teaching him a valuable lesson on women.
” so Cheyenne are you enjoying the view?” he asked being a perfect gentleman when Devon came out to the balcony to check on Cheyenne since he knew his friend would rape a woman to get his sexual gratification.
“Is everything alright here?” he asked, as he was surprised to find that Desmahn was not attacking Cheyenne, but actually being a gentle man which he was relieved.
Roger looked at Hank.” you got problems buddy, he is a really nice guy and that means you have competition.” He told him.
“I will put a spell on him to make him not such a nice guy.” He told Roger.
“Cheyenne would consider that being dishonest and you would end up loosing. Tomorrow send eleven red roses with a card saying that it will be complete when the 12th rose forgives him for his disloyalty for you are the twelfth rose.” Rodger told him.
“The twelfth rose is me?He asked him looking confused.
“Cheyenne was wrong when she said you had better brain cells, no it’s Cheyenne!” he said smacking up side the head.
Cheyenne and the two men rejoined the others at the table when a slow song began to play.” sexy lady may I have this dance?” he asked her kissing her hand.
Cheyenne smiled at him.” I would be so honored to dance with you.” She told him as he led her to the dance floor.
He took her in his arms dancing so close their bodies moving as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.
“I wish to make love to you all night Sexy lady, but I will wait until you feel it is the time. May I see you tomorrow night?” he asked her whispering in her ear kissing it gently.”
She moved her body closer to his there was heat between them.” I want to make love to you too Devon.” She said as she looked into his eyes as they kissed softly.
When the evening ended Devon kissed Cheyenne good night. She looked up at him smiling.” May I spend the night tonight?” she asked him.
He held her tighter against his hard body.” Oh yes sexy lady.” He told her kissing her passionately.
When they arrived at his house that was on the beach they stood on his balcony looking out into the night he took her in his arms kissing her as his hands roamed her body, caressing her breast, he un tied her shirt as it dropped to the ground, he caressed and licked her breast, he removed her skirt and thong sitting her up on the cement wall of his patio he began to give her oral sex as she placed her hands on his head. She was so hot; he carried her in his arms laying her on his bed made of bamboo with a mattress. He kissed her body all over bringing his body over hers, entering her slowly, hearing her moan softly as he grinded very slowly ,he rolled them over so she was on top grinding her hips. He felt her so moist, he caressed her breast licking them. He placed his hands on her hips pushing her further down on him; she massaged her breast moving harder taking him deeper into her wetness screaming out his name she exploded in such a fury.” Devon! Oh Devon!’ she cried out in complete satisfaction. He threw her on her back going deeper and harder inside of her calling out “Sexy lady!” kissing her breast lying on top of her breathing heavy.
They lay in each other arms he looked at her.” You are a very sexy lady.” He told her kissing her lips, breast licking her stomach lightly until he was between her thighs again.
Cheyenne closed her eyes feeling the passion, the desire he was giving her body, she moaned moving her hips as he made her feel so sensual. Her moans were becoming more louder when she exploded in such an explosive orgasm. He had her on her knees he entered her holding her hips tightly moving his hips harder and deeper in side of her exploding into an orgasm. After they showered he laid in the bed next to her.” could I ask you to do something for me that I really enjoy.”
“Yes what is it?” she asked him feeling him become aroused again.
“Could we both do oral on each other at the same time?” he asked as he gently touched her face.” Let your hair down, I love long hair.”
“alright.” she said taking her hair down letting it fall loosely.
They perform oral sex on each other he was giving her such pleasure she took him deeper when they both exploded in a climax at the same time. Alicia was also making the same passionate love to Chevva. The next day they opened up the shop when they over heard two men laughing and whispering, Cheyenne walked up to them. “May I help you?” standing directly in front of them.
“Only if you can perform on me like you did to those guys last night.” They said looking her body up and down.
“What are you talking about?” she asked how did they know about last night?
“We paid some bucks to watch you on the internet, how much would it cost us for a hot fuck?” the one older fat man.
“I will cut your instrument off if you do not leave here.” She told them not believing they had been made to look like whores and people paid to watch the sex they had.
Cheyenne and Alicia was UN aware that their love making was being watched on the internet as well by his friends for they were making porno for the internet using UN expecting women. All eight witches discussed what had happened to Cheyenne and Alicia last night. Going to the computer they went on the internet, they found the one with them in it by using their magic they made it where the men were having sex with men. Then casting a spell who ever saw it last night saw men not them, and any time they were to use a woman she was to be viewed as a man.
“Want to have fun?” Tammy asked.
“You know we do.” Cheyenne said.
“Let’s go for an orgy and then play it back for them!” Tammy said
All six women wore their thong bathing suits with wraps showing up at Devon’s house.
“Hi my sisters heard how good you were and want to know can the others come for an orgy?” she asked.
Devon smiled for he knew they would.” let me go call them.” He came back to the women.” their on their way.”
“Lets get started, starting with you baby.” Gloria told him as the eight witches pushed him in the house on to his bed kissing him. Gloria performed oral sex on him, but on the screen she looked like an ugly fat drag queen.
When the rest of the men got there they had one scene where it looked like Chevva was having oral sex on a man while Cheyenne was behind massaging his hardness but on the film it looked like she was a big hairy guy giving Chevva anal sex. After the orgy was over the eight witches turned into their warrior clothes the men were starting to back up as Cheyenne blew up every camera they had in all of their houses with her magic. “By the way before I blow your asses up, because you really piss me off! We want to show you something.” she said as she made a huge screen appear. The men tried to escape from the eight witches but found they were suspended in air. The men watched themselves having sex with men; they showed them the ones from last night where Devon and Chevva had some hot sex with two very old homosexuals.
“Didn’t your mama tell you not to piss off a witch and what the consequences are when it happens to be eight?” Margaret asked them laughing.
“Especially when one happens to be the high priestess?” Tammy asked pointing at Cheyenne.
Cheyenne rose up in the air.” Your one friend saved his fate when he tried to rape me; he is now a slave to all women as long as he lives. Death is too good for you! So I Mystic Shadow the High Priestess of the white light order these five men who wanted to play foul that they live out their lives as five fat sows.” She said casting the spell then waving her hands at them as they turned into fat sows. The fat little sows ran around the house as the eight witches vanished. When they returned to the shop Cheyenne found eleven roses with the card from Hank.
“He is trying to show you how sorry he is.” Tammy told her smiling.
Cheyenne Looked at Tammy knowing she wanted her to reconcile for fear of losing Roger. “Yes I know Tammy, but he is going to have to court me, win me, and marry me in our union of Witch and Warlock.” She said smiling.” I have to teach him a lesson or every time temptation comes his way he’ll be falling into some evil bitch. No he has to learn.” she said smelling the roses.
“Well we turned the so called suitors into sows. Tammy said.
“Well we will just make our own Devon who will not be real, but who will look like him, make love like him in my bedroom and I can put him away when I want too.” Cheyenne told them smiling devilishly.
“I think Saunders and I should have to have a real wedding too and he will have to court me or lose me to another suitor.” Lindsey told them. The witches began making the men, Cheyenne using Devon’s image and Lindsey using Chevva’s, when ever they needed them they would snap their fingers and they would be there, when they did not require them they would snap twice and they would disappear.
That night Cheyenne recreated that night with Devon in her room as they stood on the balcony which Hank shared the next room he heard them out there giggling, he saw him drop Cheyenne’s top as he kissed and caressed her breast, then he removed her skirt and thongs lifting her up on the wall where he performed oral sex on her. Hank lost his temper blowing the man up, the force knocked Cheyenne off of the wall where the only thing under her were rocks that the waves were crashing against.
“Cheyenne no!” he cried out realizing what he had just done. He tried to stop her fall with his magic, but he was not quick enough to freeze her in motion.
The others heard his screams as they ran to her room where they looked down from the balcony at the rocks where they saw Cheyenne’s body laying there not moving as the waves were crashing against them. Thunder and lightening began to streak through the sky.
Hank appeared on the rocks as he knelt down beside Cheyenne holding her body in his arms as he cried holding her tightly.
“I caused all of this! She would still be here if I hadn’t given into temptation! Oh God Cheyenne please come back to me!” He cried as she lay there lifeless in his arms.” Please give her back!” he cried up to the heavens. The others appeared around them as tears ran down their face as they looked upon the fallen Cheyenne.
“What will we do with out her?” Tammy asked as tears rolled down her face.
Roger stood silent as he looked at the only woman he had ever loved in his entire life cried over her death.” Cheyenne don’t bring me back to this world if I have to live in it without you!” He cried out full of pain as tears ran down his face. Aggatha stood looking at her grand daughter lying so still, so lifeless in Hanks arms as sprinkle of rain drops began to fall on her face as if the angels from heaven were crying. Tears ran down Aggatha’s face.
Oh my sweet, sweet child.” She said crying looking at her grand daughter as her blood seeped onto Hanks arms as he held her crying.
A white light appeared with two of the high council carrying a white blanket.” We are here to collect the High Priestess now.” They said covering her body the white blanket; their faces had not any expression. They each held her lifeless body and they vanished.
Roger using his magic appeared at her place that she would go to when her heart was broken. Sitting on the bench they shared that night. “I hope you don’t mind if we share your special place Cheyenne, because my heart is breaking into so many pieces I can’t stand it!” He cried harder.” I can’t stand being here in this world if your not here!” he cried looking into the sky. “Why couldn’t I have just been that special man for you? Damn it! Take me too cause I don’t want to be here without her!” he yelled into the darkness of the heavens as the light house was the only light that could be seen. Roger vanished as the light shined on him. As everyone stood where Cheyenne’s body had been lying they wept in silence for their beloved Cheyenne that they had lost that night.
Hank’s heart was smashed by the loss of his wife, he blamed him self for her death.” My God I killed her when I blew up her boyfriend! It knocked her off balance causing her to fall to her death!” he cried as the guilt that was eating him up inside.
Aggatha went to Hank taking him in her arms “It was a horrible accident, just know in your heart that she loved you and she knows you didn’t mean her any harm.” She told him as he cried so hard in her arms. Saunders stood quietly not saying a word as he stared out into the dark night listening to the waves as a single tear rolled down his cheek for he mourned his special buddy in silence. They all just stood there remembering a part of their life she affected. Norma remembered how good Cheyenne was to her, she made her part of their family.
Graduation Party
Saturday, July 11th, 2009 By: ISS
Where are you going tonight? Mikes 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, dont 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 Meagans 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 wont 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.
Im sure Brad wont 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 Mikes house and they walked to Meagans 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.
Ive 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. Im 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.
Its 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 dont want to have to come down there and spank you. She laughed.
Mike and Brad stared at Janets cute ass as she walked in front of them. Brad elbowed Mike and grinned. If you get bored Mike doesnt 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 Taras 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 Meagans 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 Meagans 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 Mikes 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 Mikes 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 couldnt 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 dont like it Ill go change. Meagan said smiling.
NO! He said loudly. Its 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 Meagans 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 Meagans.
Im 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.
Thats 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 Meagans 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 Marks 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 Brads 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 Meagans hand. Lets dance.
Meagan was standing next to a hip grinding Heather and didnt 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 Meagans 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. Heathers 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 guys 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 dont know what to say. He said. You are so different. He looked down at her body.
You dont like? She asked smiling.
Yes. I like it a lot. But we’ve been friends too long.
Cant we enter a new level of friendship? She asked.
I dont know if I can.
Lets 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 Heathers ass. Mikes fingers shook as his own hands moved down Meagans 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 didnt know what was going on. They were so locked up together they didnt 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 Janets 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 Marks prick and it being larger than her own boyfriends 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. Im 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 didnt 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 arent we? Mark said. Right now he did not want to kiss or be near Heather.
Instead of kiss lets 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. Ill 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 Marks prick. Do you think Meagan would be upset if I played?
Of course she would but I wouldnt. 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 Im bored. Janet said. Tara invited me.
Meagan gave Tara a dirty look.
OK but if you repeat any of this Ill 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 Ill 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 Ill 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 cant believe this is you. Mike said as he moved his lips down to hers. Meagan accepted his lips and tongue. Mikes 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. Whats 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.
Mikes 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. Meagans 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 Mikes 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 females vagina. The only real one he had seen was Mrs. Thompsons the day his grandfather died.
One minute. Tara yelled.
Meagan wasnt 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 wasnt 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.
Im 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 Meagans 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. Whats 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. Im glad I didnt 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 Taras fucking motion on Marks 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 Marks ear. His hardness was making her close to coming. He glanced over at Heather and saw her looking away. His fingers found Taras 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. Ill 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 its 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 didnt know how to tell him. This was her chance.
Heather stood and grabbed Brads 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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. Ive never seen you in a dress before and now I guess Ill 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 dont 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 Meagans body but he couldnt 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 Marks 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. Lets try this. Reach down into Alexs 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 cant. 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. Ill 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 couldnt believe Tara would ready do it and watched as her hand moved under Alexs boxers. Even though he was wearing boxers everyone could see what was going on. She remembered how stiff Mikes prick was.
Thats 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 toJanet.
Hey. Im not taking off my panties. She said holding her hand out in front of her.
Tara laughed. Im sure the guys will like this. Rub your breasts across all the guys 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 guys 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 Marks 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 girls 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 couldnt say no. She shook her head yes and stared as her sister aimed her breast at Mikes 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 didnt 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 Meagans panties and touch her there for a minute.
Mike quickly turned to see Meagans expression which was one of shock. She didnt 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 didnt say you could cover up. Janet zapped back.
You didnt say I couldnt. Meagan said firmly.
Shes right. Mike quickly announced. He also did not want others to see him fumbling around a girls panties.
OK. OK. Janet smiled. She watched as Meagan folded the dress over her lap and uncrossed her legs. Mikes 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. Im not under her panties yet.
Say when. Janet laughed. Everyones eyes were on Meagans tiny dress which was moving along with Mikes 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. Im 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 Mikes 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 Mikes 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 Im 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 cant do that.
Oh yes I can. She laughed.
Where Mike was sitting he could see both the front of Janets and Taras panties. The dark shadow of Taras bush could be seen but he could not see any shadow under Janets panties and her panties were even sheerer than Taras. He suddenly realized she probably didnt 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. Im 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 dont 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 Mikes 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 dont 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 Janets 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 mans 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.
Taras panties became even damper when she saw her boyfriends penis for the first time. She suddenly became curious what the other guys 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 Mikes leg and pointed across at Janet.
Alright! Brad yelled seeing who it pointed to.
Not fair. It hit Mikes 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 sisters bald pussy. She had heard about girls doing that but didnt think someone like her sister would do it.
Whats 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. Lets see it. She said chuckling.
Mark looked at Mike and Brad and stood. He wasnt ashamed as he stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers at the same time. His long seven inch hard-on popped outward.
They dont all look alike. Janet cracked seeing a bigger shaft than both Brads and her boyfriends.
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! Im not wearing panties. She exclaimed at her friend.
Oh. Thats right. Meagan laughed. Can you take off your bra?
Im 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 dont 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 didnt 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.
Thats 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 Meagans thigh. Everyone was watching Alex and Heather and didnt 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.
Marks 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 Marks 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. Thats 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 Meagans leg and moved them to Heathers 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 Mikes fingers found her clit she started to come. Dont stop. She begged as he flicked his fingers across her hard joy button. Im.. 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. Im not doing that.
I didnt 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 didnt 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 cant see whats going on. Janet complained.
We are just demonstrating and not really doing it. Alex said as Heathers 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 Heathers 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 mans cock.
Alex tried to hold back but couldnt 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. Lets 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 Alexs prick before he hid it with his hand. Shit. He had fucked Meagans 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 didnt 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 its 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. Dont worry Im 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 didnt. It just looked like you were faking it.
Good. Lets 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.
Shes 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 dont know. A dare huh. I got it. Kiss little siss body all over.
Meagan sat up when he said little sis. Thats what he called her. He was telling Mark to kiss her body all over. I dont think so. She said.
Use your denial. Mike said. Of course it would mean Meagan had to remove her panties.
But, Ill 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 Mikes 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 Mikes trembling fingers as he slowly undressed. As his boxers moved over his nine inch rod Tara gasped. Holy shit. Even Janet sat up straight.
Mikes face turned beet red as he took Meagans hand to walk into the laundry room. As Meagan stood her legs moved apart enough for Mikes 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.
Mikes 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 sisters 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 didnt 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.
IM 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 dont want him Ill take him.
No way. Meagan said smiling. That hunk of meat was hers.
It was Mikes 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 virgins slim pink slit under the girls 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. Taras 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 didnt 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. Taras 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. Its 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 whos pussy he wanted to kiss and lick. He looked immediately to Janet and pointed. Her.
Alex spoke up. I dont think so.
Janet didnt say a word as she leaned over and whispered in Alexs 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.
Marks 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 Heathers 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 Heathers 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 Im 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!
Whats wrong little girl not woman enough? Janet said with a dare.
Its not that. I cant 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 Ill do it. Heather said seeing the shock on everyones face.
What? Mark said. Youre 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.
Lets 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 mans dream.
Lets see.. She hesitated and said. I pick them both.
You cant do that. Tara said. She said female meaning singular.
They all turned to Janet who was almost laughing.
Its up to her. If she wants both Im OK with it.
No. Tara said upset. You cant 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. Youre 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 Meagans stomach. Heather told Tara. They all watched as Heather moved her naked body down until her own head was at Taras stomach and her own stomach was at Meagans head.
See.a circle. Heather said proud of her sexual creation. Now I do this. Heathers hands pried a part Taras legs until the girls 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 its more like a 696969. Alex laughed.
OK now we do it. Heather announced as her lips pushed forward into Taras bush.
Tara did the same to Meagan and Meagan did the same to Heather. The girls tightly closed mouths were pressed against the others 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 Meagans tongue flick across her clitoris. Her eyes got bigger when Meagan did it again and again.
Look. Meagans doing it. Shes eating Heathers pussy. Brad cried out. Mike looked at his new girlfriends tongue as it slithered into the curly crimson nest and moved up and down her friends canal.
Tara heard the excitement of the men and didnt want to be left out so she flicked her own tongue into Meagans virgin mound. Heather closed her eyes and moved her face down into Taras snatch.
Wow. Thats cool Brad cried out leaning forward. His prick was at max. He wished he was in the circle.
Hey, why dont we join them? Brad whispered to the others. Before he got an answer Mark and Mike jumped down on the rug. Mike pulled Taras face from his new girls loins and shoved in his own to take her place. He wormed his body until his hard-on pressed against Taras 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 Meagans mouth while his face dove into Heathers muff. Brad wasnt too far behind as he aimed his tongue at Taras narrow bush. His prick was gobbled up by Heather.
Damn. Look at that. Alex said with his ar
First party
Wednesday, July 1st, 2009 First party
By: ISS
The evening was not going well and Cheryl knew it. Only fifteen,
she had almost passed out when a college junior had asked her here.
Telling her mother and father that she was going to a girlfriends house
for the night, she met her date, Billy, at a convenience store near her
home. Just getting in the car made her feel much older than her years.
Now, several hours later, sitting on a couch in a crowded
fraternity house, she was feeling like fifteen again. A bunch of guys
had made a big fuss over her when she first arrived but quickly turned
their attentions to girls who were much older than she. While she had
danced a couple dances, even her own date seemed to have abandoned her.
She hadn’t seen him in over 45 minutes. And, after the several drinks
she had been given and the joints she had been offered, she was feeling
a bit high and drowsy. At this point, all she wanted to do was head
for home.
As the party droned on, Cheryl found it harder and harder to
concentrate on what was going on. All of the conversations seemed to
merge into one and the music seemed to enter into a slow motion mode.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch, quickly falling
asleep.
She woke with a start to find that the blaring music had been
quieted down and that the crowd had thinned considerably. Soft music
was gently playing in the background and the bright lights had been
dimmed to mild shadows. As her eyes adjusted, she realized that a
couple had joined her on the couch. Glancing to her left, she saw the
two locked in a deep kiss. Cheryl saw that the girls hand was on the
guys crotch and was slowly rubbing it.
Looking away, Cheryl felt flushed and hoped that the couple hadn’t
noticed her staring. Across the room, she saw a girl laying on the
floor between two guys. The girls sweater had been pushed up and one
of the guys was playing with and sucking on her bare breasts. The
other guy lay kissing the girl with his hand resting between her legs.
In fact, everywhere she looked, there were people making out.
From the hallway she heard the sound of a girl moaning softly and,
though dark, she could make out an outline of a couple making love.
Suddenly, out of no where, her date appeared. Billy sat down hard
next to her and the couple next to them on the couch adjusted a bit to
their left. Cheryl glanced over and saw that the girls head had made
its way down and had replaced her hand at the guys crotch. She stared
as she realized that the girl had the guys cock in her mouth and was
slowly sucking up and down on it.
“So, what’s doin’,” Billy asked her quietly.
The sound of his voice made her jump.
“Nothing, I guess I fell asleep,” Cheryl replied.
“I’ll say, you were out for about an hour. You OK?” he asked.
“I think so.”
Billy leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Cheryl felt
herself flush and, in spite of herself, getting excited.
“What ya want ta do?” Billy asked.
“I don’t know,” Cheryl replied, answering honestly. She had only
ever kissed a boy once before and that boy was as nervous as she was.
She had heard girlfriends talk about going all the way and about sex
but had figured most of them were lying about it. Anyway, Billy was a
nice guy and she figured he wouldn’t press her for something she didn’t
want to do. She felt Billy’s arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her
closer to him.
Cheryl again felt Billy reach to kiss her only this time he pulled
her closer to him. As she tried to relax, she felt his tongue press
against her lips.
“Relax,” he whispered softly, “Just relax and let yourself go
some.”
Cheryl let her lips part a bit and felt Billy’s tongue enter her
mouth. A combination of the pot, the drinks, and being overly tired
played against Cheryl’s ability to resist. Besides, she was enjoying
all of this too much to stop.
As they sat there kissing, Cheryl felt Billy’s hand slide up her
blouse and cup a breast through the material. No one had ever touched
her like that before and she felt a low, soft moan escape her lips.
Billy took that as permission to go on.
Billy slowly pulled away from her and leisurely began to unbutton
her blouse from the top. Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed his hands,
stopping him, but Billy gently released himself from her grip and
continued until her blouse hung softly open.
Cheryl tensed as she felt Billy reach behind her and fumble with
the hooks of her bra. Again she leaned forward and tried to stop him,
this time by trying to divert his attention with a kiss. Billy kissed
her back, again thrusting his tongue into her mouth, but continued to
work on the hooks.
Cheryl felt a sudden relaxation of material as the bra hooks
snapped open. Pulling away from her slightly, Billy lifted the bra
cups above Cheryl’s breasts. Cheryl felt a shiver as Billy leaned
forward and took a small nipple into his mouth. She looked around the
room, sure that everyone there was staring at her. To her surprise, no
one even noticed. In fact, everyone seemed to have progressed much
further than they had when she last noticed them.
The threesome on the floor in front of her had stripped completely
and the girl was straddling one of the guys while the other guy knelt
in front of her. In the shadows, Cheryl could see the outline of the
guy’s cock sliding in and out of the girl’s body at two locations.
Next to her, she saw that the girl was continuing to work on the
guy’s cock with her mouth as the guy slowly stroked her hair. She
could see the faint, shadowy outline of his cock slowly slide in and
out of the girls mouth.
Quickly, Cheryl’s attention was turned back to Billy. She felt
herself being pushed sideways towards the other couple on the couch as
Billy lowered his head to her chest. She could feel the warmth of the
boy’s body beside her and felt the girl’s hair tickle her bare neck as
the girl’s head bobbed up and down. Billy was gently sucking a nipple
shooting feelings through Cheryl’s body that she had never known
before. As she tried to relax she felt the other boy’s hand slowly
slide over her shoulder and come to rest on her bare breast, lightly
fingering the nipple.
If Billy noticed the other boy’s hand, he didn’t react. Instead,
Cheryl felt his hand high on her leg, slowly moving up her thigh until
it came to rest between her legs. There she felt Billy slowly start to
caress her through the course jean material.
Cheryl’s mind began to race. She wasn’t sure she was ready for
all of this but she really didn’t know how to go about stopping it.
The idea of having sex was both exciting and frightening, the idea of
doing what the girls she had seen doing, sucking on guy’s cocks with
their mouths, was terrifying. Her thoughts were interrupted when she
felt Billy grab her hand and urge her to the floor below. As she slid
from the couch, the other guy who had been feeling her breast gave it
one last firm squeeze, sending a chill of almost pleasant pain through
Cheryl’s body.
Cheryl began to lay down on the floor but Billy stopped her and
began to undo her belt. Cheryl thought to herself that this was going
to be it, if she let him do this, she would have let go of all control.
She allowed him to loosen her belt and unhook her jeans. Lifting
herself a bit, she felt Billy’s hands work the tight slacks down her
hips and off of her legs.
Now laying there clad only in her panties and loosened bra and
shirt, Cheryl felt herself wanting to cry and run out of the house.
But things had gone much to far for that, and she didn’t want anyone
there to think of her as only a child. She wanted Billy to like her
and, because she was terribly afraid that he wouldn’t if she didn’t go
along, she let him proceed.
Billy lay almost on top of her and began to kiss her, thrusting
his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She felt his hands roving over
her body, cupping and lightly squeezing her breasts, running across her
stomach and laying gently between her legs. Slowly she felt his head
leaving her face and, gingerly licking her neck, move down and again
take a nipple into his mouth. She felt her breasts grow sensitive
under his touch, again sending new and exciting feelings throughout her
body. But, this time, he did not stop there.
Pausing only for a few moments, he continued downward, letting his
tongue flow easily across her stomach. She felt every muscle in her
body tense as his tongue caressed her skin. As he reached her naval,
she felt his hand slide under the elastic of her cotton panties and
touch the crease of her leg, sending shivers through her entire body.
Again lifting up slightly she allowed him to push the thin material
over her hips and down her legs. He pushed them off her legs with one
of his own.
Again sliding slowly down, Cheryl felt Billy’s warm breath now
against her thighs. Closing her eyes she focused on the boy between
her legs and his soft kissing of her skin. Slowly she felt him move
his tongue up towards her pubic area and, in a move that almost caused
her to moan out, felt him touch her gently there with his tongue. She
lay her hands over his head and gently fingered through his hair.
Ever so slowly, Billy let his tongue probe through the light hair
that covered her mound. A slight dampness there and almost continuous
involuntary twitching on her part told him where to touch, lick and
kiss. The taste was more fresh than he had ever had before and, slowly
inserting a finger into her, he came to the realization that she was a
virgin.
More excited than ever, Billy left his place and quickly moved up to
again kiss her deeply on the lips. Cheryl tasted herself for the first
time.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Billy softly whispered
in her ear.
Cheryl shook her head, almost imperceptably.
“I’m going to make it nice for you kid. I’m going to show you
things you’ve never dreamed of.”
Cheryl smiled at him, not sure he even saw her face in this
darkness, then hugged him tighly against her.
“Isn’t there someplace we can go, someplace alone?” Cheryl asked
softly.
“This is OK. You’re among friends here. It’s all OK.”
“But,” the words were cut off in mid-sentence as Billy again was
kissing her.
Cheryl lay there holding him in her arms and wondered if this was
what love felt like. She thought to herself that he must really like
her to be doing all of this and the idea that here was a college junior
making all of this fuss over her was more of a turn on than anything he
had actually done.
Cheryl felt Billy again pull away from her slightly and expected
him to again let his mouth find her breasts. This time though, he
knelt up a bit and undid his belt. She lay back and watched as he
pulled his jeans down to his knees in one motion, then lay back and
kicked them completely off. She realized that his underwear had come
off as well. Taking Cheryl’s hand, Billy placed in on his already hard
cock.
“That’s it, yeah, that’s it. Soft, yeah, that’s it,” Billy
whispered.
Cheryl felt the hard member under her hand pulse as she held it
softly. She began to instinctively rub it slowly up and down in her
hand.
“Oh, baby, that’s it, yeah,” Cheryl heard Billy whisper.
Billy let his right arm slide under her neck and he urged her to
rest her head on his chest. Through the darkness she gazed down at the
thing she had in her hand. She had, of course, seen erect cocks on
animals before but had never seen one on a man.
Billy began caressing her hair, placing light downward pressure on
the back of her head. Cheryl knew from watching the other girls in the
room what he wanted her to do. Suddenly it didn’t seem quite so bad.
He had done that to her and it had felt great. Besides, she was now
positive that he really liked her and she certainly didn’t want to risk
losing him. She attempted to act like she had been in this position
before.
Slowly, and kissing Billy’s chest and then stomach, Cheryl let her
head slowly slide down towards his cock. When she reached what she
considered to be an adequate distance from it, she lay her head back
down on his lower stomach and continued to caress his cock with her
hand and lightly blow a cool stream of air across the head of it.
“Oh baby, yeah. That’s it, that’s it,” Billy half said and half
moaned. “Yeah, that’s it.”
Cheryl realized that he had spoken loud enough for everyone in the
room to hear but by now she really didn’t care. She slowly moved her
head forward and lightly kissed the tip of Billy’s cock. As she moved
back away from it, she licked her lips and tasted something salty on
them.
Billy now was pushing on the back of her head and she again moved
forward, again kissing the head of it, all the while stroking it with
her hand.
“God, baby, yes. Oh, God,” escaped Billy’s lips.
“This isn’t bad,” Cheryl thought to herself. In fact, she was
enjoying it, it made her feel much older than her fifteen years to have
a guy responding so readily to her touch.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy whispered. “Suck on it.”
Cheryl let the head of it slowly slide between her lips and sucked
in lightly. The salty taste was stronger now but Cheryl found it
somehow pleasant. She felt Billy strain his hips upward and let him
move his cock into her mouth. As he relaxed downward, she went with
him, letting her tongue slide against the side. She felt involuntary
spasms in it.
The two adopted a slow, steady rhythm as Billy moved his hips up
and then down, letting his cock slide slowly in and out of the
teenager’s mouth. After several minutes, Cheryl felt him gently pull
her head back towards him, carefully easing her onto her back.
Billy rolled on top of her and Cheryl came to a full realization
what was about to occur. Billy kissed her hard on the lips and
positioned his body between her legs. She felt the hard head of his
cock against her blocked opening and felt Billy slowly begin to exert
pressure against her.
As the head slowly entered her, she felt a twinge of pain. As she
jerked a little, Billy stopped and pulled out.
“It’s OK, baby, it’s all OK,” he whispered. “Just relax and go
with it, it’ll be OK.”
“I’m OK,” Cheryl whispered up at him.
Again, Cheryl felt Billy pressing himself against her again she
felt a twinge of pain as the head entered her. When she tensed up this
time, Billy did not stop, instead continuing to push harder into her.
Suddenly, there was an intense hurt that made her gasp out loud and
Billy lay against her, half in and half out of her.
Laying still until he felt her relax a little, Billy slowly began
moving in and out of her, gently at first and not pressing any further
into her. She was not the first virgin he had broken in but she was
certainly the most exciting. He leaned down and gently kissed into her
ear. Cheryl felt chills run through her body.
Cautiously, Billy let each downward thrust move further and
further into Cheryl’s body. After only a few more strokes, he could
feel the base of his cock pressing against her pelvis. There he stayed,
grinding slowly against her. He could feel the young girl’s sweat pour
off of her as she lay there moaning under him.
The pain had long since gone for Cheryl and she accustomed herself
to the organ that had violated her. All thoughts other than the boy on
top of her and her own feelings were blocked out as she lay there with
her eyes closed. She felt Billy start to move in and out of her more
easily now and sensed something of an urgency in his movements. She
found herself aware of the sounds that were coming from her own body,
the low moans of pleasure as Billy picked up his pace of movement.
Suddenly and, without warning to Cheryl, Billy pulled out from
inside of her and came to his knees. With that, Cheryl opened her eyes
to see several faces gazing down at her from above. Someone had turned
a hall light on and the illumination danced across her bare chest.
Billy had manuevered his way around to Cheryl’s head and was
positioned with his cock only inches from her head. Cherly gazed at
it, seeing it glisten with her own wetness. A sickening feeling came
over her as Billy rubbed the damp member across her face, letting it
come to rest on her lips. Cheryl glared around above her, there were
four sets of eyes looking down, but to her it seemed like the world was
watching.
“Take it in your mouth,” Billy almost whispered. “Go ahead, it’s
good for you.”
With that he gently slapped it against her lips.
“Go ahead hon, it tastes good,” Cheryl heard from a female voice
above her.
“Hey Billy, you mind?” one of the male voices questioned.
“Nah, go ahead,” Billy replied.
With that, Cheryl felt a new body lay down between her legs and,
before she could react, she felt a new erect cock pressing against, and
into her. With that, she found Billy pushing himself against her lips.
“Come on, open up.” There was a certain urgency in Billy’s voice.
Stunned, Cheryl parted her lips and allowed Billy to enter her mouth.
“Fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck, fuck, suck”…..softly, starting
with one voice then progressing until all those standing above her had joined
in. Cheryl lay on her back staring up at the unknown faces gazing down at
her, Billy’s cock sliding in and out of her mouth with some other guy fucking
her roughly at the same time.
“Come, come, come, come, come”……the chant changed to. And with it,
Cheryl felt the man begin to screw her even harder. Each move again became
painful as he plunged faster and faster into her. The same was happening with
Billy, she continually had to move her head to the side to accomodate him.
Finally Billy tensed and grabbed her head, slamming his cock into her
throat. Gagging, Cheryl suddenly found her mouth full of a hot, gooey,
liquid, very salty and bitter. She felt herself starting to choke violently
but Billy held her head in place and continued to drive himself into her.
Almost at the same time, the guy fucking her quickly pulled himself from
her and began jerking his hand up and down his cock. Glancing down towards
him, Cheryl looked just in time to see his cock spurt it’s juices out towards
her. She felt the warm fluid spray up across her chest and stomach.
After only a few seconds, it was over. Cheryl lay there sobbing softly
as Billy pulled away from her and stood up. The guy who had been screwing her
a few moments before stood up and took the hand of another girl and was
walking away.
“My turn now….” was all Cheryl heard before closing her eyes tightly
and wishing it all away.
Saturday, June 27th, 2009
“You still here? It’s after 6.” I dump my bag beside his desk, kiss the top of
his head and lean over his shoulder to check out the screen. Log files and
newsgroups — nothing he couldn’t have finished with three hours before.
“Yeah — well — there was something I needed to deal with.” He doesn’t even look
up, but continues scrolling through the latest figures. “Were we going anywhere
tonight?”
I can tell by the attitude that he has no intention of moving for a while yet.
Fine. Something needs to happen. So I make it happen. “Are we the last ones left
in here?”
“Yeah”
Right.
Shoes.
Shirt
Jeans
Bra — onto the keyboard in front of him
up, notices what state I’m in.
“Oh. Staying a while, are we?”
“What exactly did you have in mind?”
“That’s up to you, isn’t it? I mean, you’re the one with the ever-so-important
work.” It’s really hard to keep the voice to irony-level. “Got anything
interesting off the newsgroups?”
“Just the Tommy Lee and Pamela vids.” He leads me out to the reception area,
where a high-edged desk faces the glass front, protecting the occupant from
ill-timed glances. There, under cover of the desk, he fires up the PC and loads
those videos.
And watches. And watches. And watches. Hmmm — not funny any more. “So, do you
like what she’s doing to him?”
“Oh, it looks all right.”
“Would you like me to do that to you?” And I go down to my knees and undo his
jeans. His cock, half erect already, is trying to escape the boxer shorts, so the
least I can do is encourage it with my lips. And tongue. And I gently send the
tip of that same tongue all along the bottom of it, tracing the ridge from the
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Hawaiian Fun part3
Friday, June 26th, 2009 to tell her that he was coming our way and ask her if she would
like to pretend sleep and remain naked as he came by. She agreed
and since she was wearing very dark sunglasses, she said that she
could probably watch him if he looked at her. I asked her to
part her legs a little so that the fold of her pussy was visible
and said that if he stopped I would tell him that she had had a
little too much to drink and was snoozing for a while. She
agreed and spread her legs a little and adjusted her head up on a
towel so she could see but her eyes would be hidden, and I walked
back out to the water’s edge.
The guy was about a block away, so I began walking toward him and
met him about half way. He was a nice young man who was working
on some condo construction, but had pulled his shoulder and had
taken the day off. I told him that my wife and I had come out to
suntan in the nude but that I had begun to get a sunburn on my
cock and that she had too much to drink and had fallen asleep.
We were approaching B and the young man could see that she was
naked and he turned as though to walk back the other way. I said
that it was all right and the she probably wouldn’t mind if he
saw her and, since she was asleep, it wouldn’t matter anyway; so
he continued along with me. He couldn’t take his eyes off B’s
firm and naked body as we got closer and stopped just even with
her. From where we stood, we were looking right up between B’s
legs to her pussy and the view was super erotic. He commented
that she was very sexy looking and had a great body. I asked him
if he really liked what he could see and he nodded yes so I asked
him if he would like a closer look. Without taking his eyes off
her pussy, he nodded yes again; but he hesitated as I turned to
go toward her. He said “what if we wake her?”. I replied that
when she fell asleep in the sun after drinking rum, she was
really “out” for at least an hour and he needn’t worry because it
would take a cannon to waken her.
We walked right up to her and we could see her moist pussy lips
and her hard nipples. We could not see her eyes but I knew she
was watching and could see the bulge of both hard-ons she was
causing. He said that she was really great looking and could not
believe his good fortune of being able to see her like this, and
adjusted his rigid cock in his shorts. I could tell that B was
taking all this in because I could see more moisture showing at
the slit of her pussy. I said that I didn’t want her to get a
bad sunburn and should probably rub some oil on her for
protection and got the bottle and knelt down by her left side.
He just stood there with his shorts sticking out, so I asked him
if he wanted to help. As he knelt down by her right side, he
asked if I was sure that she would not wake up and I replied that
I was sure and squirted oil on both her arms and across her
shoulders and began to rub it into her left arm and shoulder. He
still hadn’t moved, so I said to go ahead and that she would
never know anyway. He tentatively began to rub the oil into her
right arm and shoulder and I knew that he was feeling hot skin
and warm oil and I realized then that not only was this the first
“stranger” to look closely at B’s naked body, but that I was
watching him actually touch her body as well. Knowing that she
was watching and had allowed things to go this far, I decided to
see what more could develop so I took the oil and squirted some
down each leg from thigh to ankle and began rubbing it into her
left leg. He followed suit and we were both leaning down by her
knees and looking right at her pussy. We could literally see
droplets of moisture running down the slit. I rubbed the inside
of her thigh, carefully stopping short of her pussy hair, and he
did the same. Then, looking him in the eye, I gently put my
hands under her knee and ankle and slowly moved her left leg
about six inches sideways. He appeared to be hesitant, but I
nodded yes and he did the same to her right leg which exposed her
full pussy to our view. Her outer lips had parted slightly and
we could see the wet pink folds of her inner lips.
I began to rub the oil into her thigh with both hands, taking
care to stop just short of her pussy and he followed my motions
exactly. As he was rubbing her thigh and looking right into her
pussy, I looked at B’s face and smiled and licked my lips and she
smiled right back and licked her lips as a sign to me that she
was enjoying what was happening as much as I was. Then, I poured
oil on her belly from the base of her tits to the hair of her
pussy and began rubbing my side of that area. He moved up to do
the same and as we did that, I poured circles of oil on each
nipple and full breast and without hesitation we were then both
rubbing oil into a fine breast with extremely rigid nipples, each
of us tweaking her nipples as we massaged the oil into her tits.
At this point, my cock was so hard it hurt so I stood up and took
my suit off to give it more freedom. When I knelt back down, my
cock was at the right level so I began to rub it all around her
left tit and hare nipple. This time, he didn’t need any
encouragement as he dropped his shorts and began to rub his cock
all over her right tit and its hard nipple. He did not notice,
but we were close enough that I could see her open eyes behind
her sunglasses and they were focused on the first cock, other
than mine, that B had ever seen “up close and personal” and
watching it rub her firm and hot tittie. Her hips had begun to
involuntarily spasm a little, so I said to him that even though
she was “out” she appeared to be enjoying our caresses nearly as
much as we were and asked him if he wanted to give her more
pleasure by rubbing her pussy. He immediately reached down with
his right hand and cupped her entire pussy mound. He slid his
fingers up and down her pussy lips and inserted his first two
fingers into her to the hilt. He was obviously experienced
because as he moved his fingers in and out of her he rubbed her
aroused clit with his thumb. B could no longer control herself
and began to raise her hips against his finger thrusts and to
moan slightly as she approached orgasm. All this time, she was
watching us both pump our cocks against her tits and she (and I)
was really enjoying the highest sexual excitement we had ever
had.
As his finger thrusts got deeper and her pelvic thrusts got
higher, I said that I could tell that she was about to cum and we
both began to pump our cocks harder across her nipples. She
began to moan even more and, as she reached an obvious orgasm, we
both exploded our cum all over her titties in a hot sun and oil
threeway orgasm that we, and I am sure he, will never forget.
B’s orgasm had subsided but he still had his fingers up inside
her pussy and as he would flick her clit, her hips would
involuntarily spasm and she would let out a little gasp. He was
worried that she was waking up, so he wiped the last drop of his
cum on the side of her tit and pulled his shorts up over his
still fairly hard cock. B was still kind of sighing and was
licking her lips as I stood up and agreed with him that she
probably would wake up soon. He said he thought that he had
better leave before she awakened and leaned down to take a last
look at her pussy, now open and running with her own juices.
As he turned to go, he asked me if I was going to tell her what
had happened and I said that I though that I would. He smiled
and said to thank her for a great experience and walked back down
the beach toward his truck.
I left B alone to savor the experience herself and went out to
the water to cool off and to also think of what we had just
enjoyed.
After he had driven off, we had great sex in the sunshine and
agreed that even though we had gone a lot further than either of
us had imagined or planned, this outrageous and spontaneous thing
we had done was the most exciting thing we had ever done and
would probably open the door to more fun and enjoyment of erotic
activities.
We have been very selective and limited in our actual physical
contacts with others, concentrating primarily on the exchanging
of erotic photos and letters and enjoying the vicarious thrills
we derive from that activity as well as our pastime of
“accidental” exhibitionism, but we often fondly reminisce about
our first “afternoon in the sun” and how we got started toward
erotic enjoyment.
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part2
Tuesday, May 12th, 2009ever so slightly. “Guys stare, it’s what guys do when they see something they
like, right? Believe me, I know…” She was looking me straight in the eye, and
I felt like a bug on a windshield. But I bit the bullet; what the hell. “Yes, I
was looking. You are…” I groped for a word as her smile widened. “…very
pretty.” Her eyes widened. “Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You’re not too bad
yourself.” She turned again and bent over at the waist, reaching for something
on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at me
and grinning. “Yes, you’re very pretty.” I was totally losing my grip, and I
started babbling. “Yeah, I remember you and your friends… Me and my coworker
were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking at you.” She straightened
and resumed her perch. “Uh huh. Don’t you think it’s, like, wrong to look at
women that way? We’re not objects, you know.” Her smile was so fetching, a
beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold,
but she took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my
head into. I frowned. “True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us to
look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you. Obviously you like
it.” “Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot.” She squirmed a bit, rubbing her
legs together. “Sometimes I think I like it too much…” Mimicking her pose on
the desk, I bent forward and matched her conspiratorial tone. “What do you
mean?” “Well…” She bit her lip. “Sometimes when I get guys to look at me, I
get really turned on…” She paused. I didn’t say a word. “Sometimes I can’t
wait to touch myself. I mean, I can’t wait until I get home… Sometimes I find
a place where I can get away with it, and go ahead and do it.” “…Like where?” I
prodded. “Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here… This
older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was
reading it, but really he was looking at me… I was squatting down to look at
the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,
noticbly pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over
further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn’t see from where she was
and continued. “So, he’s doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean
really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I mean, he was
really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him, and I ‘accidentally’
brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really sweetly and said I
was so sorry, and he practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and
bothered –” She squirmed again. “–and that got *me* hot and bothered.” She
stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. “All he wanted, right then, was to
lift my dress…or this skirt…” She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt.
My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. “…rip off my
panties…” I could see the barest hint of white panties. “…and fuck the shit
out of me.” I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the
front of the desk. My brain wasn’t taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to
the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned.
“I’ll be right back,” she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the
restrooms. Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What the
hell was going on here? Surely this couldn’t be legit. Was this some bizarre
trick by management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by my roommate to
get a laugh? Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other
information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast. “Did you see
that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?” “No, I didn’t… Where
is she?” Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with someone
…End of the part2. To be continued..
Kate and Linda were sitting at Kate’s small dinette table one summer part2
Monday, April 20th, 2009 and I was getting a little sore down there, you know, from all the pounding,
and I finally had to tell him to stop if he didn’t have an orgasm quickly.
He pulled out, and crawled up over me. His dick was all wet and red and
bouncing up and down right in front of my face. He grabbed the base of it and
waved it right in my face. I was fascinated with it, I tell you. He told me
to suck him off then, if I couldn’t bear to have him in my pussy. I started
to say that it was just that he was getting a bit rough, and before I could,
he poked me in the mouth with his cock. There must have been something about
it, I don’t know, but the moment that cock hit my lips, I just kinda quivered
all over and wanted to suck the guts out of him so badly, I didn’t know what
I was doing. I normally didn’t go for that deep throat stuff, but I grabbed
Roger’s ass and pulled him right into my mouth, as deep as I could. I think
it scared the shit out of him!”
“I can imagine!” answered Linda breathlessly. She had felt her own pussy
get a little wet as they talked, and now dropped one hand to her lap
furtively.
“So anyway, I pushed and pulled him in and out, actually fucking myself
with his cock in my mouth. Then, I don’t know what came over me, no pun
intended, I pulled his dick out of my mouth with one hand and looked up at
him. He was looking down at me like I was some kind of angel or something,
this totally incredible look on his face. I knew, deep down in my soul, then,
that I could have this amazing power over him, or any man, for that matter.
I knew what he wanted. We’d watched enough porno movies for me to see that
he always liked it when a guy spermed on a girl’s face or in her mouth. So
I looked him straight in the eye, and in the nastiest voice I could, I said
‘I want you to come right in my mouth, lover. I want to taste your sperm.’
I poured it on in the sluttiest way I could think of – you know, telling him
I wanted him to shoot his stuff all over my face and in my mouth and all that
really gross stuff we used to giggle about in high school. So I’m jerking him
a little bit, and then he just kind of grunted once and BAMMO! – right on
the kisser, he lets fly with that cock of his. I was so shocked I opened my
mouth in reflex and BAMMO! again, another spurt, this time right in my mouth.
I’m going crazy now, loving the feel of the stuff, and I jerk him some more,
and he shoots his stuff all over my face and in my mouth. It was in my hair,
and all down over my neck and tits and just all over the place!”
Kate finished breathlessly. Linda just looked at her and said “Wow.”,
arching her eyebrows knowingly. “So now you like eating cum, eh?”
“Well, I suppose so. But I don’t very often, ’cause in the last few
months, Roger’s gotten so busy with his job and all, that I’m lucky if we
even make love once or twice a month, much less have time for all kinds of
other fun stuff. But yeah, it was kinda neat, I really liked the feel of his
sperm spraying on me, and for some reason, I LOVED the taste of it – you
know, kinda bitter and salty, but interesting?”
“Katie darling, you don’t have to tell me. I’ve swallowed enough sperm
to float a battleship. It’s still my favorite drink!” she giggled. “It’s
amazing how icky and gross we would have thought this was a few years ago,
but God, now that I’ve done it, I just gotta say I love it! Hey! I’ve got an
idea!”
“What now?” Kate knew her friend had some deliciously wicked thought
that she was about to hear. “I know this is gonna involve sex and fucking,
so you might as well spit it out!”
“Kate, I NEVER spit it out!” Linda laughed. “No, what I thought was
this. We go around and see in how many different ways we can drink sperm. You
know, there’s gotta be other ways than straight from the tap, so to speak!”
“LINDA! What do you mean? Are you actually proposing that we suck other
guys off and swallow their cum? Are you crazy!”
“No, no, listen, it’s perfect. We turn the tables on the guys – you
know, wham bam thank ya ma’am? Well, we’ll make it wham bam thank ya mister!
They don’t have to know our names or anything, we’ll just rustle up, drain
‘em dry, and hustle off. They’ll go crazy wondering who we are, but they’ll
never see us again! It’s perfect!”
Kate stopped to think about it. It was the craziest idea she’d ever
heard, even from the usually whacked out Linda.
“You mean just go up to some guy we like the looks of, tell him we want
him to cum in our mouths and that’s it?”
“No, silly. That’d be too easy. No, we get them to give us our favorite
drink in strange and exciting ways! Oh hell, let’s see….like having a
waiter in a fancy restaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocery delivery
boy pop off real fast in your car in the parking lot. Stuff like that!”
“Hmmmm. Yes, that could been really hot!” agreed Kate. “And we could
keep track of each of the ways that we get them to do it! Yeah, that’s
great!” she clapped her hands excitedly. “When do we start?”
“Right now, if you’re game!”
Forty-five minutes later found the ladies strolling the local mall. They
had changed into short skirts and very light sweaters. Linda had decided that
they would alternate with the ideas for getting the cum from the men they
eyed, and she would go first. She thought it would be exciting to try to
seduce a shoe salesman into giving her a sip of his sperm. The girls walked
into the first store they found with few customers and a likely looking guy.
He as a tall, dark-haired man they both found attractive. Linda sat down in
one of the fitting chairs, crossed her long legs, and inched her skirt up
even more. The salesman hurried over.
“Yes, miss, what can I do for you today?”
…End of the part2. To be continued..
