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Wednesday, December 30th, 2009

DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part14 He lifted her up letting the panties fall off her ankles and onto the floor, then set her back down so that he could get that action. He pushed her legs apart, so that now she was leaning on him. He lowered himself so that his cock was right near her cunt. He reached down beneath her legs and probed inside her with a finger. She was a little wet, probably from a dream she was having. He began working his finger in and out, making her wetter and wetter. He felt her body twitch from the fingering. She must be having some dream, he thought to himself. He pulled his finger out and stuck in her mouth, letting her own juices mix in her mouth. She was set. …End of the part14. To be continued..
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Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

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Friday, December 4th, 2009

DENTISTS CHAIR Chapter 2 Modelling Cheryl part10 He moved it until the chair was more than perpendicular to the ground which caused Cheryl to start to fall forward in the seat. Dr. Walters caught her and slung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She wasn’t much heavier than one he thought as he carried her over to the full length mirror on the other side of the room. Cheryl was a tall girl, maybe 5′10″ or so as he leaned her against him so that they both faced the mirror. He adjusted her legs so that they wouldn’t give and her weight rested on them. He let her head lay on his chest and let her arms dangle to each side. Her fingertips skimmed his bare buttocks as they swung back and forth slightly. …End of the part10. To be continued..
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Saturday, November 14th, 2009 Archive-author:
Archive-title: Male Bathroom Rules
[We thought of this late one night...]
A GUIDE TO PROPER ETIQUETTE IN THE MEN’S RESTROOM
Ever since man crawled out of the primordial ooze, he has built himself
structures to contain the processes of bodily waste removal. These
have been known as “restrooms,” “bathrooms,” “outhouses,” “commodes,”
“men’s rooms,” and several other names. As with any exclusive
organization, wholy half the human race aren’t allowed through the
door, and a number of exceedingly complicated customs have arisen to
maintain a sense of order and dignity.
General rules:
1. Don’t talk to somebody you don’t know. You may chat quietly with
an acquaintance, but must absolutely not call attention to yourself.
2. A quick glance in the mirror is permissable, but absolutely don’t
spend a significant time arranging hair, clothing, etc. Zit popping
is only permissable after checking to see nobody else is around.
3. No profanity of any kind. This is reserved for locker rooms, only.
4. If you must wait, form a single-file line, ragged, and be sure to
keep looking around. Read grafitti.
Grafitti rules:
5. All grafitti is anonymous. If there’s any chance somebody can trace
your grafitti back to you, don’t do it.
6. Writing grafitti in the open section of the bathroom is only
acceptable if nobody can see you. Writing in the stalls is similarly
acceptable.
7. If the bathroom is sufficiently public, feel free to insult different
ethnic/racial/sexual groups. If the bathroom is used by a small
few, restraint comments to amusing anecdotes or chit-chat about
secretaries. If visiting dignitaries from other companies or the
government may tend to use the bathroom, grafitti is forbidden.
8. Traditionally, all pictures feature women in various states of undress.
Modern standards often include portions of male anatomy, discretely
placed. Homosexual grafitti is generally frowned upon but is
gaining popularity.
9. Pictures must only be drawn in toilet stalls.
10. Any sufficiently interesting graffiti will be painted over by
the management of the bathroom.
Urinal rules:
11. Given a string of unoccupied urinals, you must choose one on the
outside. When one outside urinal is occupied, use the other side,
then middle. Avoid standing directly next to somebody at all costs.
For example, given seven urinals, here are acceptable configurations:
X…… (X == occupied, . == empty)
X…..X
X..X..X
X.X.X.X
XXX.X.X <— These are only acceptable when significant
XXX.XXX <— “privacy” dividers are available. If the
XXXXXXX <— urinals aren’t divided, use a toilet.
12. Always look at the wall. Looking down means you’re obsessed or don’t
know what you’re doing. Looking at other people is threatening.
13. Flushing is optional. Over time, the water will become a rich orange.
At this point, flushing is mandatory.
14. Don’t start unzipping until you’re protected by the privacy of the
urinal. Don’t step back until you’ve closed your pants again.
Toilet rules:
15. Reduce noise at all costs. Grunting is not acceptable.
16. Always flush.
17. When you find an unflushed toilet, leave it alone and use another.
Special cases:
18. Some university dormitories have co-ed bathrooms. New rules apply
for dealing with the females.
a. Never, ever, comment on how they look in the morning.
b. Don’t ask what the little wastebasket is for.
c. If urinals are present, only use them when absolutely no females
are around. If you are noticed by a female, try your best to
ignore her presense until you’re dressed again.
19. Port-O-Let’s and similar constructions are evil. Use them only
if absolutely no other option is available.
20. In the woods, far from civilization, restrooms typically aren’t
available. Get behind sufficient growth that you are completely
invisible to the remainder of your party, before you begin.
Check carefully that you aren’t near any sort of animal or
insect den. Ants are especially bad. If you forgot toilet
paper, bring a leaf identifying guide. Poison oak makes
a poor substitute.
–
part2
Friday, November 6th, 2009“Well, he is a womanizer. He drinks too much…and, all in all, he is a bad
influence.”
“Didn’t he win that triathlon last year?” asked Lydia, whom up to this moment sat
idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest rerun of “Seinfeld.”
“He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut! Make up your minds,” demanded
Dianne in mock anger.
“Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense. He has been married four times. Each
wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving. His first wife was a
lawyer. She wanted to change him. His second wife was a doctor. She wanted to
settle down and have a family. His third wife caught him cheating on her with her
own sister.”
“His wife’s sister? How tacky,” blurted Ron
“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.
“Back on the prowl again, Di? Thought you were going with that beefcake soldier
boy? What’s his name, Biff?” stabbed Ron, with his searing, highbrow sarcasm.
“No, his name was Bill,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively, thus causing
Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced: “Well, I must go prepare
for my 10:00.” She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on her and she did
everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.
Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the partially
open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into her jogging outfit.
She found that changing in her office saved her some extra time before doing her
daily exercise routine. Moreover, it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he
watched her from his window as she bounced her way down the front steps. She
still smirked every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst
through the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked him
in the groin. She had often wondered just how exactly well built he was in the
sex department. However, she never planned on finding out by sleeping with him
because she couldn’t even stand being next to him, let alone stand the thought of
being under him.
“Is he still married?” Dianne asked, trying a different approach.
“His fourth wife died of natural causes. I think it was Cancer.”
“Oh. That’s sad. Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?”
“For crying out loud, Dianne. You haven’t even met him yet.”
“What?” she asked indignantly. “What’s wrong with wanting to get to know your
colleagues?”
…End of the part2. To be continued..
part15
Thursday, November 5th, 2009“Jealous? I thought you of all people wouldn’t let that stand in your way. From
what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.
“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”
Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a
nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.
***
“Here?” she asked.
“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.
He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands
to rip off her panties savagely.
“Oh, God.”
“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a
finger inside of her.
“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that
feels so good.”
“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was
wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the
intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.
“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was
tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response
to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body
jerked in a spasm of pleasure.
“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.
“What? NOW?”
“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.
“YOU bastard!”
“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.
part13
Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on
a roommate or two.
“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.
“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and
Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.
“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.
“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.
“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”
“NO! Don’t ever do that.”
“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”
“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.
“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.
“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her
eyes gleamed with sexual desire.
“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”
“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I
was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I
had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as
she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.
Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia
didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her
neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”
“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t
end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat
seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.
“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.
Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the
tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s
soft flesh.
“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.
“Mmm, yes.”
…End of the part13. To be continued..
part24
Wednesday, October 21st, 2009legs. She pulled his black cock deeper into her wet pussy. Closing her eyes she
forced her tongue through Jerome’s thick lips. Jerome sensed the capitulation of
her tender white body. Anna was making squealing sounds as she tried to force
his cock deep into her aching slit.
Jim kneeled next to the banister. His own manhood was hard and he reached down
and stroked himself through his trousers. As his wife screamed her surrender….
and she begged for more of the adulterous cock to take her tender treasures Jim’s
cock spewed forth it’s sticky discharge. Bent over next to the railing of the
stairs he felt his tension and his strength drain through the tip of his cock.
His wife, Anna, was rapidly reaching her own climax. She had a death grip on her
black lover. Jerome thrust forward and succeeded in burying the entire ten
inches of thick black cock deep into her womb.
Anna’s screams reverberated through out her large house. Her husband leaned
against the banister; completely spent. The front of his pants were soaked with
his creme and he had a far away look on his face.
Jerome felt the sharp fingernails as they clawed into his back ripping the
skin…… Mrs. Anna Belvoir reached her climax…… she wasn’t content with
only one. Jerome slowed his pile hammered ass to gentle thrusts and allowed the
pretty white wife to climax a second and then third time. As Anna struggled with
her release she felt the powerful hips start their circular movement. The thick
black cock was touching each nerve in her stuffed tender hole. The torrent of
scalding black cum coated and stung the tender pink pussy folds.
At long last the two lovers feel back on the bed with their tongues still
dueling……. Both were panting and the release of scalding cum started leaking
out the side of Anna’s elastic pussy and stained the white sheets. Jerome
suddenly felt heavy; his dead weight stretched out on the long lean pretty wife
of Mr. Jim Belvoir. When Anna’s breathing returned to normal she nudged the
contented black lover to rise. He raised back on his haunches with his still
hard black cock still firmly lodged into Anna’s sweet passage.
“Tell me Mrs. Belvoir….. What became of your birth control pills ?” Jerome
quietly asked.
Anna looked up with a puzzled look on her face. “You threw my birth control
pills in the waste basket Mr. Bettis,” she quietly answered.
Smiling Jerome looked down at Anna’s pretty heaving chest. “My black sperm will
not produce a black baby tonight; but………… Every time I fill you with my
black seed you have an opportunity to carry my baby….. Do you want a black
baby growing in your tight little tummy, Mrs. Belvoir ?”
A look of shock quickly transformed the puzzled look on the pretty white wife.
“I don’t want to get pregnant Mr. Bettis…….” she quietly answered.
Jerome pushed his semi hard prick into her now leaking stretched pussy. “I am
…End of the part24. To be continued..
Jane and Mary shitting
Saturday, September 19th, 2009 “Mary!”, exclaimed Jane as she entered the room. Seeing Mary there,
shit sticking from her, admiring herself in the mirror, Jane was made
almost instantly wet at the crotch.
“Oh Jane. Look at it. It’s only half out too! Kiss me Jane, please!”
Jane, wearing her smart office clothes (grey pin-stripe two piece) went
over to Mary and leaned over to give her a deep lingering kiss.
She let one hand play on Mary’s left nipple, then moved it down to tease
the edge of Mary’s stretched shit hole. The side of Jane’s finger rubbed
against the side of the bulky protruding poo poo.
“Put your panties back properly this instant Mary!”
Mary was surprised at this order, but obeyed.
“And pull them well up!”
Mary stood pulling at her panties. There was, of course, a huge bulge at
the rear, one that any mad would be proud of if it were round the other
side!
“Shall I finish off Jane ?”
“Why not ?”
Mary heaved “Nnnnnnn….”, and the mound in her knickers grew larger.
“Now, Mary, we’ll go and watch a video!”
In the living room, Jane set up the VCR with a tape called “Hot Sluts”.
Not Spielberg’s latest! The two women sat next to each other on the sofa.
There was not much by way od build up in this movie! The opening scene
had a teenage girl , maybe seventeen, on her hands and knees with an older
woman, probably thirty or so, kneeling behind her reaming out the first
girl’s shit hole with a candle.
As they watched, Jane reched down to Mary’s crotch and started to massage
her cunt through Mary’s panties. Her fingers reached round to knead the
warm shitty mound held in those panties.
“Mmmmm … that’s lovely Jane”.
Jane, with her other hand, had hoisted up her own skirt and was fingering
her own cunny. Both women had eyes glued to the video.
“Yeah …. !”, cheered Mary as the candle was withdrawn from the ass of the
girl in the movie leaving a shitty streak along her left buttock.
“Lie down Mary, on the floor. You need a rub!”
Mary got down onto the floor and Jane sat on Mary’s back, facing Mary’s
feet. With both hands Jane massaged and pummeled Mary’s buttocks.
Regularly, letting fingers roam, she would squeeze and squash the poo in
Mary’s panties.
“These panties will have to go!”, cried Jane, and dragged them off Mary,
hoisting Mary’s legs into the air.
Mary’s arse was in a fine state. Caked and clogged with poo. Jane just
dived in with her hands and spread the load all over Mary’s arse, lower
back and the top of her legs. Chocolate brown stinky goo on that pale
and tender skin. Mary was moaning with pleasure.
Jane now lifted herself up and pulled her own panties to one side. Semi
squatting over Mary’s buns, Jane let go a very forcefull gush of piss which
spashed and sprayed over Mary, making the shitty mess run over Mary’s sides
onto the carpet…
Jane and Mary sexy babes
Monday, September 14th, 2009
Jane lay on the bed carressing her breasts. She had had a hard day and
was attempting to wind down. A joint and a vodka and then a relaxing time
on the bed seemed an ideal recipe for the evening. Her nipples were stiff
by now. She had no bra on but was wearing a fairly skimpy pair of plain
white panties. Long auburn hair and a slim but well rounded figure. Jane
turned over, face down, onto the bed and began to gyrate her hips into the
mattress, one hand cupped over her crotch. She did not hear her room mate,
Mary, enter.
“Sorry jane … !”
“No no, it’s ok”, Jane mumbled to Mary. Blushing slightly. “Err… well,
you know how it is?!”
“That’s ok Jane. Jesus. A quick wank is hardly a mortal sin in my book! I
just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll leave you to it!”
Mary was shorter than Jane and a couple of years older, twenty four. She
was quite plump though, but in a “well rounded” way, as they say, not fat.
Large breasts and short, bobbed, blonde hair.
The bathroom. This triggered in Jane’s mind those usually repressed
thoughts. She had always considered herself fairly straight, but for these
thoughts. And now, feeling as horny as hell, she could not repress them.
She had played around on her own with such games as a kid. She climbed off
the bed and made her way to the bathroom. The door was ajar. This was a
fairly relaxed houshold, and doors were rarely locked.
Jane pushed on the door gently. No protests from inside. She entered.
mary was sitting on the toilet. As Jane entered the two girls just looked
at each other. No words spoken. Jane stood, nipples still erect. Mary
had her short skirt hitched up and her panties around her ankles. jane
walked over to her and knelt down in front of the toilet. Mary immediately
took Jane’s right hand in hers and guide it down to her , Mary’s, pussy.
“Feel that my love. Do you like it ?”
“Yes”
“Then go in my love, go in”
Jane slipped her index finger into Mary’s wet cunt. Her thumb teased
Mary’s clit. Their mouths met in a lingering kiss.
“You do know why I am in here don’t you Jane?”, Mary whispered.
“Of course.”
“Are you sure”
“Yes”
Mary sighed, just a little, then started to piss. The golden flow ran over
Jane’s fingers. Slowly at first but building to a gush. Jane lifted her
fingers away them and licked them. She then offered them to Mary, who
also, gently, sucked and licked.
“Mary… there is something. I need to…”
“It’s ok”
Jane pulled off her panties and sat astride mary on the toilet, her ass
over the gap between Mary’s legs over the toilet bowl.
“But Mary .. this is… oh hell, are you sure ?”
“I said it’s ok”
Mary reached down to put a finger against Jane’s ass hole. I small moan
like grunt from Jane. Her shit hole buldged slightly against Mary’s
finger. And then, an appearance. Mary felt the tip of a turd emerge from
Jane’s hole.
“Go on”, whispered Mary “let me have your gift”
Jane pushed harder.
“Now stand up!” . Mary suddenly being assertive.
Jane, taken aback, obeyed instantly.
“Turn around. I want to see.”
Part 2
… Jane was now standing, with her back to mary who was still sitting on
the toilet.
“Jane, just pull your cheeks slightly apart. I want to see my love.
Everything”
Those words sent a shiver of excitment through Jane. This was wonderful.
Forbidden. But gloriously thrilling. She obeyed, with one hand gently
pulling on each cheek.
Janes shit hole was still slightly open, and the tip of the about to
descend turd was just visible to Mary.
…End of the part1. To be continued..
Friends love
Saturday, August 8th, 2009 By: ajay
Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather’s family left for their respective schools and jobs.
Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan’s nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn’t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.
As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn’t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friends body. Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes. Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but never that.
Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn’t know how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn’t intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan’s crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she allowed it to brush against her cotton panties. Little by little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn’t wake up screaming or worse.
Susan had lay awake, one eyes barely opened, concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself.
She was relieved to know that she wasn’t the only girl that did that, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could’ve had a better view of what she was doing.
When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating, Susan was afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and Susan had closed her eyes tightly.
But when she felt Heather’s hand make contact between her legs, she knew that hadn’t been the case. A little shiver of excitement trickled through Susan’s body as that first touch was felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She wasn’t expecting it from another girl, but right now that really didn’t matter. She was excited from watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong doing. Besides, she could just lay there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened.
Heather’s touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn’t awaken and protest, her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan’s panties and now she was so excited that she didn’t care if Susan now woke up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted up the waistband of Susan’s panties and held them up while she slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it, she commenced a circular motion around the girl’s clit with her thumb.
Susan was sure she couldn’t pretend to be asleep much longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as Heather’s finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, instinctively, she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response to Heather’s continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience, Susan opened her eyes, smiled at Heather and said softly, “Umm…that really feels good.”
“I’m glad you like it. I wasn’t sure you would. I don’t know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to.”
The 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….
Tenant and landlord relation
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009 By: Monica
Nicole looked nervously at the front entrance to her apartment from across the street, a slight wind caught the stray strands of her long black hair, giving her some respite from the mid-afternoon sweltering summer heat. . The pretty 21 year old college student had walked around the building 3 times deciding how best to avoid Bob Harrison the dirty fat smelly landlord as she was 2 months behind in her rent. It had only been 6 months since she moved into Jersey, New York and she was already regretting her decision to leave home in favor of attending college in the Big Apple.
She had thought that her savings would last her at least 8 months before she had to look for a part-time job, but the cost of living even on the outskirt areas off Manhattan Island was frightful. Now, the pretty 21 year old brunette found herself out of money, without friends in a big city far away from home. As a final recourse she had moved to the lower end of Jersey, and found that even in this less trendy part of the Bronx, all she could afford was a small one room apartment in a dirty old three story building owned and managed by an equally disgusting middle aged, beer bellied and balding landlord, Bob Harrison and his 19 year old degenerate son Jessie
.
Nicole shuddered involuntarily as she recalled her first encounter with Bob. She was scouting the area for cheap apartments when she was caught in a sudden unexpected shower. Soaked to her skin, she had no choice but to seek temporary shelter in the old depressing building across the road. With her clothes wringing wet she stood in the porch of the building and was grateful when Bob opened the front door to let her into the dim musky smelling building. Even then, she felt uncomfortable as he openly pervade at her from behind the counter, savoring her long black hair, ivory white flawless complexion, and how the wet clothes clung to her young lithe body, accentuating firm supple breasts. Bob knew from 5 minutes of casual conversation with the young sultry brunette that she was from out of town, and in desperate need of cheap housing, and offered her a rate she could not refuse.
In hindsight, Nicole had regretted taking up the offer. Not only was the apartment small, cramped and old, she soon discovered that she was the only single white female tenant in a building tenanted to characters that were best described as the “low life’s and rejects” of society. The shower offered only luke warm water (which was acceptable now in the hot summer months, but would fast become a problem during autumn and winter), and she had a vague suspicion that Bob had been into her room when she was in college. Some of her underwear had mysteriously disappeared in the past weeks. He certainly did not hide his physical attraction to her and had mentioned several times over that he had been wiling to accept other forms of payment as in-kind settlement of her rental if she had a cash flow problem. The first time he suggested this, Nicole almost had a hear attack since she could not even bare to be in the same room for 5 minutes with the smelly, hairy caveman.
It was now mid summer and Nicole in the sweltering summer heat for Bob to leave the building for his afternoon lunch. She could feel her light sweater clinging to her damp skin and she longed for a nice cool shower to wash away the city grime and sweat. At long last, she spotted the familiar figure of a fat and balding man, dawned in his usual disgusting, sweat stained singlet, leaving the building.
Nicole quickly made her way across the street to the building and rushed up to the 3rd story. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and tried to open the door to her apartment. After 5 frustrating minutes, she realized that Bob had changed the lock to her front door. Her heart sunk in dismay as she accepted the fact that she now had to face Bob and negotiate a way out of this mess. Slowly she made her way down stairs and saw that Bob had taken his lunch back with him from the deli and was tucking with much relish into a greasy, bloody steak. He looked up and greeted Nicole;
Bob: “Good afternoon little Missy, don’t think I saw you come in this afternoon, was waiting to discuss a delicate matter with you”
Nicole: “Why did you change the locks to my room, I told you I would have the rent money by end of this month”.
Bob: “Ahhh my dear, but that was what you told me the month before, and the month before that too…….you owe me 3 months rental, you do realize that”.
Nicole: “The money is coming, you will get it this month, and I am good for it”
Bob: “Oh yes little missy, I know you are GOOD for it, I am a kind soul and do not expect full settlement, but I do need some token payment, just as a gesture of good faith……”
Nicole: “Well I don’t have a cent on me at the moment……..unless you count my lunch money which adds to only 5-6 bucks”.
Bob: “Well that is unfortunate, but you are a talented young missy and I am sure we can work out some form temporary up front settlement…..”
Bob did not hide the meaning of his words as he leered openly at her, revealing 2 crooked black teeth. Nicole flinched as she caught a whiff of the smelly pungent breath, as he exhaled. He got up from behind the counter and approached her, she wanted to run as she smelled the putrid odor of his unwashed sweat stained odor. A fly buzz lazily, settled on a piece of crumb on his singlet and he ignored it.
Bob: “Come with me to my office in the back, I will give you the new keys, I just need you to sign some papers first”.
Nicole breathed a sign of relief, so that was all, she quickly followed both behind the counter, to a small dimly lit room. There was a big king-size bed with a dirty stained mattress. Bob closed and locked the door and produced a key.
Bob: “I belief this is what you want, but you really don’t expect me to hand it to you free of charge, its time you worked for it.”
Nicole was silent, she did not wish to return home to her parents and ask for money. She knew she had no options. She decided to play his perverted game.
Nicole: “Well what exactly do you want? I have nothing that will interest you at all”
Bob: “Oh how wrong you are, YOU interest me a great deal, and how old are you, 21? All I want is a chance to get to know you more personally, up close and intimate….you knows what I mean….”
Bob sat down on the mattress and motioned for her to take a sit beside him. Nicole took a seat, making sure to place some distance between him. He leaned edged closer to her and she cringed as he placed a hairy paw on her bare knee.
Nicole: “Is that all………..”
Bob: “Yes, just an hour or so of quality time with you is all I want, so simple……”
Nicole: “I won’t have to do anything…….”
Bob: “Nothing at all…..you just sit back and enjoy old Bob’s attention and company…that’s all, and you get your key after that”
Bob waited anxiously for her response. Nicole was very conscious that his hand was slowly edging up her bare white thighs, exploring the hem of her dress. Finally she nodded her head in quiet resignation. She could put-up with the old pervert for an hour, for 3 months rental it was worth it and preferable to a few hundred hours of waiting tables. Bob smiled in eager anticipation as he realized he had what he wanted.
Quickly he sat next to her and moved his hairy paw further up her left thigh. He had not washed his hands after his steak and burger lunch, and Nicole tried to ignore the greasy feeling of his fingers as they edged quickly to the spot between her legs. Bob certainly wasted no time and wanted to collect on his prize before she changed her mind. Suddenly his probing fingers were gone.
“Stand-up, I want to get a look at the merchandise up close”. He said hoarsely.
Nicole stood up and Bob took a good look at the object of his fantasies the last few months. Nicole looked even more beautiful up close. She did not resist as he unzipped the back of her dress, and unhooked the shoulder straps, allowing the dress to slide down her long slender legs. She stepped out of the dress, revealing more supple white flesh and a lithe figure, covered now only by her lacy bra and panties. Bob wasted no time, unhooking her white bra with trembling fingers and stared hungrily at the small firm white breasts that greeted him, each perfectly capped by a small pink nipple.
Nicole shuddered as he suddenly took her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking noisily and hungrily, before moving to her right nipple. He tried to cover her whole breast with his mouth and she winced as his unshaven beard pricked and irritated her sensitive fair skin.
Roughly Bob pushed her onto the dirty smelly mattress. It was a hot summer’s day and humidity was worse in the small windowless room. As Bob removed her underpants, Nicole felt a brush of air making contact with her damp sensitive skin between her legs. She looked down to see that Bob was burying his nose and mouth in her panties, and knew where her missing underwear had gone. “Oooh so sweet….” He muttered….”Now for the real thing…..” He turned his attention back to Nicole and stared lewdly at the sweet spot between her long bare legs, and the small turf of pubic hair surrounding the small pink crack.
Nicole resisted the natural desire to squeeze her legs shut, as the lecher dove between her legs and explored her sensitive folds with his nose, tongue and mouth. “I love long dark haired bitches like you with ivory white skin, ice queens on the outside, but smoldering
White heat on the insides….” She could feel his wet tongue probing the entrance of her vagina, probing, exploring the area before wiggling into the warm inviting interior. Suddenly, it was gone as Bob stood-up and quickly tore his singlet and pants off.
Nicole noted with dismay that Bob was even more disgusting in the raw. His chest, under arms and beer belly were covered with coarse black hair, and as he removed his stained and filthy underwear, a gust carried the smell of stale urine and semen over to her nostrils. An immense phallus unleashed itself and Nicole noted that it was at full erection, throbbing obscenely with the tip capped a drop of clear fluid.
She flinched as Bob crawled over her lithe supple form and raised her arms above her head. In one swift motion, he whipped out a pair of handcuffs from below the pillows and anchored her wrists together over the bed posts. She had no chance to protest as lecher moved his coarse hands all over her body. He started kissing her arms and slowly moved downwards towards her left arm-pit, pausing for a while as he noted the smooth damp cleft, before burying his nose and mouth in the highly ticklish area. He took his time to explore the exposed sensitive area, savoring her sweet natural scent. Goose bumps
Appeared on Nicole’s skin, as it was aroused by the unbearably ticklish sensation and she twisted and turn but was helpless as her body was trapped beneath Bob’s massive of blob.
Nicole: “This was not part of the bargain………”
Bob : “Fuck the bargain, I never ever thought that I would ever lay my hands on a prime piece of real estate like you. I have seen college bitches like you from the down town areas, with your trendy clothes and superior attitude, you don’t expect me to pass of a chance like this do you?”
Nicole could hardly breathe as she was pinned underneath his immense bulk. His coarse chest hair was rubbing against her supple skin and she could feel his putrid breath and smell his overwhelming body odor. Bob suddenly got off the bed and left the room, returning a minute later with his equally disgusting son, Jessie.
Nicole had seen Jessie several times and he resembled his father in every aspect, if anything, Jessie would turn out even more disgusting then his father as he had severe acne problem all over his body and face.
Bob smiled: “It seemed such a waste to have a prize like you to myself so I bought you some company, you know Jessie, and since Jessie has not had much success with other girls, we thought he can start with you……”
Nicole was horrified: “No, please, I change my mind, just let me go and I will leave now”
Her question was only greeted by silence, and a conspirational smile between father and son.
Jessie: “Ohhh I want her now dad, can I please have her please”
Bob: “Well we can share, you start on top and I begin below”
Nicole let loose an ear piercing scream, but was silenced immediately by a gag tied around her mouth. Jessie had taken of his clothes and she was horrified to see his body covered with acne scars and pimple. He had obviously been scratching some of them and there was puss oozing from the broken pores. With eager hands Jessie started fondling her breasts, kneading them and pinching her unresponsive nipples. He was salivating as he hungrily latched on to her right nipple with his mouth and tongue, sucking hungrily, whilst the rest of his hands continued to prod and feel her body… moving finally to her left breast and painfully pinching her left nipple.
Bob moved between Nicole’s legs. She tried to squeeze them shut, Noting her resistance Bob gave a nod to his son and Jessie promptly fastened his teeth around Nicole’s right nipple. The intense pain caught Nicole by surprise and she relaxed her legs for a moment, which was all the time Bob needed to pry her legs open and settle his bulk between them. This time, he ran his nose and tongue up along her right inner thigh, savoring her silky smooth skin, as he inserted his index finger painfully into her vagina, taking his time to explore the warm moist confines. Suddenly, Bob’s tongue and mouth moved up her leg to settle on her vagina and he started sucking at the sensitive folds like a vacuum cleaner with his index fingers still inserted.
In spite of herself, Nicole could feel a warm urgent need building within her. Suddenly she gasped as Bob’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Bob could feel her body tense and focused on the sensitive nub, lashing again and again at it with his tongue. Nicole could feel a warm sticky wetness spreading between her legs and Bob finally pulled his finger out of the now wet orifice, examining it in fascination. Nicole could see the finger was wet, he placed it to his nostrils and inhaled, savoring the scent, before inserting it back into her vagina.
In the mean time, Jessie was exploring every nook and cranny of her body with his tongue and mouth, leaving a slick sticky trail of saliva across both her breasts and nipples. Nicole shuddered as she felt him running his wet tongue over her exposed left armpit, working his way slowly all the way down the side of her stomach. Jessie stopped and said… Ohhh she does not like that Dad, well I am gonna paint her body with my spit” he laughed.
This time he latched on to her left nipple and sucked hungrily on it again and again. After a while he smiled in triumph and said. “Look, I got one little pinky nippy hard and erect, lets see about the other one now”
Nicole tried to fight the wave of pleasure that was slowly engulfing her body. She could not believe that the two perverts could be having this undesired effect on her. But little by little she could feel the small bolts of electricity spreading quickly across her body. Her legs want slack and her whole body relaxed as she unwillingly surrendered to the insistent tongue that was lashing at her clitoris, and the mouth that was sucking on her now erect nipples.
Bob continued his relentless sweet assault on Nicole’s now engorged clitoris, lashing at it with his tongue. He could taste the vagina juices that were slowly invading Nicole’s moist folds and hungrily covered the sensitive nub of her clitoris entirely with his mouth, sucking hard at it and taking in the juices. This sent bolts of electricity through the length of Nicole’s body as the first tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm took hold.
Nicole tried to block the waves of pleasure, but Bob’ tongue and mouth were merciless as they continued the sweet torment. She could feel her whole body breaking out in sweat, as every pore in her body seemed alive and awake. Bob inserted two fingers into her vagina, stroking her and sucking her clit, finally bringing her over the edge. Nicole’s body convulsed, and her back arched of the bed as the intense orgasm took complete hold of her body. She was caught totally off-guard and the alien experience overwhelmed her unaccustomed senses totally. She felt her whole body lost in an endless spiral the intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was long minutes before Nicole’s world stopped spinning and she finally regained control of her senses.
She looked down her body to see the triumph faces of Bob and Jessie. Her surrender to the intense orgasmic experience had excited both Bob and Jessie and opened the doors to the public, an invitation to them to partake in the spoils. The organs of both men were now fully erect.
Bob said to his son: “Well son, see what your old dad can do with just his tongue. That was just the starter, now for the main course”.
Bob approached her wide spread legs again. Nicole willed her legs to squeeze together, but they remained dead and motionless on the bed. The intense orgasm had totally drained her and her body was still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watched as the brute approached again, as spread both her lifeless limbs. She caught a closer glimpse of Bob’s immense phallus, it was at least 16 inches long, caked in scabs and covered with infected sores which were weeping pus. The smell was nauseating as it throbs and pulsated like some mutated monster.
Bob stared at the small patch of pubic hair between her legs excitedly, and the small perfect slit that was crowned by Nicole’s little pink nub. She was still wet from her orgasm and her slipped two fingers into her vagina again, wetting his fingers with her vagina fluids and smearing it onto his obscene phallus…”Gotta get me some of the sweet honey as lubricant”…he croaked.
Without further delay, he brought the tip of the phallus into contact with her clit. Nicole flinched involuntarily as she felt the contact, images of the infected scarred organ even slightly touching her triggered a massive allergic reaction psychologically. She mentally begged in silence for a quick end. At least use a condom as he was infected with some sicko sex disease.
Bob shoved more of the throbbing member into the small tiny orifice. Nicole moaned in pain as her already abused vagina stretched to accommodate the immense invading phallus, totally unaccustomed to its bulk and size. Still recovering from her recent orgasmic trauma, Nicole’s vagina was totally unprepared for this successive invasion. The entry was made more painful as the sensitive walls of her vagina were irritated by the rough scabs and sores that covered Bob’s phallus.
But Bob was oblivious to her silent pleadings as he continued to push his phallus in, thoroughly enjoying the warm, wet embrace offered by Nicole’s smooth pink vagina. After what seemed like long minutes he finally grunted and opened his eyes as he realized he could go no further. He stared down and was pleased to see that all of his massive organ had disappeared into the small orifice. Shifting his weight to gain maximum entry, he stayed still for awhile as he savored the sheer skin to skin contact his organ had with the walls of the tightly stretched vagina.
Tears of pain streamed down Nicole’s face as Bob stretched her legs still further apart and began slowly to withdraw and insert the organ repeatedly. The constant friction made by the scabbed skin and sores of Bob’s penis against the sensitive walls of her vagina as it slid in and out only added to the pain caused by the original entry. Bob had closed his eyes as he lost himself in the act, saliva drooling down his slack jaws dripped onto the slick sweat soaked surface of Nicole’s stomach.
Jessie watched in wide-eyed amazement as his father continued the onslaught on Nicole. He could see that both her breasts were bruised from his earlier ravage and the areas of her ivory white skin that came in contact with his rough tongue and mouth had broken out in patches of red rashes. Not to be denied, he joined his father on the bed again, clamping a hungry mouth once again on her right breast. His free hand wondered over her body seeking her left breast, finally locating it and clamping Nicole’s nipples between his long dirty nails.
Nicole shrieked through the gag as a new pain added to her current discomfort. Her supple body was now completely buried under the gargantuan bulk of the two perverts. Encouraged by her reaction, Jessie moved his mouth up her right breast to her now erect nipples and attempted to engulf the entire breast in his mouth, sucking hungrily. Saliva flowed down the side of her breast on to the sweat soaked mattress. Suddenly, he released the tortured breast momentarily, took a deep breath, and then bites down hard on Nicole’s erect nipple. He could feel Nicole’s body jerk in silent protest as the bitter coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. After what seemed like long seconds, he finally released the abused nipple from between his teeth and used his tongue to lick up the small rivulets of blood running down her breast from the lacerated nipple.
The pain was overwhelming and Nicole was on the verge of blacking out from the combined assault of father and son. Bob picked up the pace, ramming his deformed organ into her mercilessly. Again and again he pounded her and Nicole’s body shook under the impact like a lifeless rag doll, held down only by Jessie’s oral ministrations on her breasts. Their sheer bulk was too much and she slipped in and out of semi-consciousness as her senses attempted to take refuge from the combined assault.
Through her haze filled mind, Nicole suddenly felt familiar warmth accumulating between her legs. The pain of the original entry in her vagina was slowly replaced by a more sinister teasing sensation. She shook her head in denial as she recognized the early signs of another approaching orgasm. The first clitoral orgasm had taken her unprepared, but this time she would not allow either Bob or Jessie to gain a second victory. She was determined to fight this round to the death and willed her body to subdue the delicious wave that was building slowly.
It had become a battle she must win, to salvage what was left of her pride and humanity. Never would she allow either perverts the satisfaction of knowing that they had conquered her body twice. But how long did she need to resist the wave of pleasure that was increasing in urgency and intensity with each second. A quick look at the clock mounted on the wall indicated it had been forty minutes since Bob’s first entry. She estimated he had to come soon, no human being could last so long.
The seconds ticked by and minutes, neither Bob nor Jessie paused in their attack, the minutes stretched on and on approaching the hour. Already the warm sensation was fast building into an urgent need, slowly but surely spreading from her vagina, threatening to engulf the rest of her body.
Nicole realized desperately that she was fast losing the battle. She was fighting not only against Bob and Jessie, but ultimately also against her own body’s forbidden desires. As the state of her arousal increased, another portion of Nicole’s body slipped from her control. She gasped as Jessie moved his mouth and tongue from her right nipple and settled on her bruised and erect left nipple, lashing at it repeatedly, covering it again in a wet slimy coat of his sticky saliva, and bringing the it to a higher state of arousal. He laughed out loud as he noticed the nipple rising to full erection, twitching it repeatedly between his fingers before returning to the left nipple with the same object in mind.
Never in her wildest dreams could Nicole have thought that the two deformed freaks of nature could provoke such hedonistic urges that were fast overwhelming her body and senses. Determined to resist she squeezed her eyes shut but realized it was useless, her body shuddered involuntarily as she felt Bob’s massive organ sliding in and out of her vagina, enjoying it as the immense organ filled her to the hilt, moving easily now in and out of the wet passage. The constant kissing of Bob’s scabby uneven organ with her distended clitoris was fast becoming unbearable. Her body glistened in a fine sheet of perspiration, slippery with a combination of sweat and saliva.
Slowly but surely the irresistible wave of pleasure spread to encompass Nicole as her entire body became taut, in anticipation of the delicious release that would follow. With a final massive thrust Bob ground his organ deeper into her, grasping her sweat slick thighs and bringing them to his bulging stomach. Nicole gasped as she felt the immense organ swell even bigger, finally triggering a delicious wave of pleasure that washed over her, spreading quickly from her vagina to the rest of her taut, sweat slick body, totally engulfing her.
Bob lifted his head with open mouth as he felt Nicole’s warm wet vagina contract around his organ, gripping it in a warm wet embrace in a series of successive convulsions. He grunted as he felt his organ release its load into her, continuing to ride her like a man
Possessed as he released more of his semen into her.
As the final vestige of control slipped from her, Nicole clenched her fist in helpless frustration as the first wave of pleasure reached a climax, arching her back again as the strong intense contractions took completely control of her body. She could feel the strong jets of semen squirting into her, and waited for the climax to subside. But there was no end in sight as her body gave in and surrendered itself to a second even more intense wave. Jessie watched in awe as both his father and Nicole were in locked the throes of the intense seizure. After 10 continuous massive ejaculations Bob withdrew his spent and shriveled organ from Nicole’s semen slick hole. He motioned for his son to take up position. “Quick you idiot, she is having multiple orgasms, lets see how long you can
Keep her at it….”
Jessie eagerly inserted his fully erect organ in to Nicole’s still convulsing vagina. The phallus was larger than Bob’s measuring at least 19 inches, but Nicole did not seem to notice as Jessie immediately rammed the immense organ into her, in one quick motion. But he was unable to get the entire phallus into the small orifice, especially since it was still contracting in violent spasms.
He pushed again using pure brute strength and managed to slowly force another painful inch of the phallus into her. Nicole moaned as the immense phallus filled her to the brim. But she was still caught helplessly in the throes of the multiple orgasms and the full discomfort did not register completely in her feverish state of arousal. Stretched to its new limits, the immense organ immediately triggered a fresh wave of pleasure in her Vagina and Jessie proceeded to pound Nicole to the bone. Copious amounts of Bob’s semen were now squeezed out of Nicole’s vagina trickling freely down her crack and
Jessie could feel his organ slipping and sliding wetly in and out of the tightly convulsing walls of her vagina.
Nicole shook her head in helpless despair as another convulsive spasm of pleasure engulfed her. Each wave of pleasure was replaced by another higher wave of greater intensity and Nicole thought that her convulsing vagina would turn itself inside out. There was no end in sight as Jessie increased the tempo of each thrust, pounding her like a mad man.
Nicole’s eyes were glazed, her mouth dry and pouted and the creamy white complexion of her face was now flushed and red from her extended orgasm. Jessie looked down and was frustrated to note that despite his best efforts, almost a full inch of his fully erect phallus still lay outside the moist inviting confines of Nicole’s pussy. While she was still in a feverish state of arousal, he sensed that her climax was nearing its end as the convulsions of her vagina walls diminished in intensity and frequency. Seizing on this opportunity, he grasped her sweat slick thighs and repositioned himself before placing the full weight of his bulk between her legs.
It worked as the small the entire immense phallus disappeared completely into Nicole’s vagina. He stopped his pounding staying a few seconds completely embedded within her warm tight confines, never had he experienced such physical enjoyment and he wanted the moment to last for ever.
Tears of pain clouded Nicole’s eyes as her vagina was stretched beyond its physical limits. She had expected the ripping pain to bring the climax to a blissful end. Instead, her disobedient body appeared to delight in the new sensation. As Jessie resumed his pounding, he was now able to ram the entire phallus completely into her. For Nicole, each thrust provoked a fiery ripping pain in her loins which was strangely erotic, blurring the threshold between pain and pleasure.
Just as she thought that she had experienced the final stages of her last orgasm, the sheer size of Jessie’s organ triggered a final wave of unwanted pleasure. The liquid fire in her loins spread quickly. Her back arched again convulsively, with fist clenched and nipples fully erect and trusted upward, Nicole finally gave in hopelessly to the inevitable. As Jessie intensified his pounding, bolts of electricity engulfed Nicole and the final wave of orgasm gripped every muscle in her body. Seized by the final convulsions, Nicole’s body lifted in a quick succession of violent spasms almost entirely of the bed.
The final wave completely drained Nicole’s already tired and battered body of its reserves, overwhelming her senses. At long last, she slipped into blissful oblivion as her exhausted mind and body shut down completely. It was just as well as it took Jessie another hour before he shot his load into her.
Some hours later Nicole woken into a pain filled world. Her whole body was caked in dried semen and cum, and the bed sheets stuck to her back. She was curled up in a fetal position and her body was covered in red marks. Her vagina was red and sore and her pubic hair was caked in a yellow scummy discharge. Neither Bob nor Jessie was present, but they had placed the new key to her apartment on the pillow, with a note stating “Receipt for full payment of this months rental”.
-The End-