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The bus stopped for what seemed like the fiftieth time in the last hour. The driver was yelling something over the incessant racket of horns beeping and police cars wailing. I glanced down at my iPhone apparently a lorry had crunched into a black cab and there was at least one fatality. Sigh. It was going to be a long journey home.

I looked out the window to see rain starting to fall. Great. That was all I needed. Well this bus wasn’t going anywhere so might as well walk. I trudged off the bus with the shouts of pissed off passengers raining down on the driver. It wasn’t his fault but I couldn’t be asked to get involved. It had been a long day and all I wanted was to lie down and watch some crappy Seagal movie on Channel Five.

I bowed my head as the rain became heavier, driving into my face. The roads were mayhem, screeching tyres and a cacophony of angry horns. I turned off the main road and quickened my pace. It would take at least an hour. Fuck! Why did everything have to fuck up when it was raining? Always after a shit day at work the bus would stuff up. I was so busy cursing my luck I didn’t even see the woman calling me from across the road.

“Hello Bastian! Bastian!”

I registered. I turned squinting through the torrential sheets of rain and made out a vaguely recognisable face. I jogged over the street.

“Oh hey Kate how are you?”

“I’m ok. I didn’t know you lived around here?”

“I don’t the bus broke down”

“Oh that’s terrible.”

We hovered for a few more moments getting wetter and wetter.

“Well I should be going nice to see you Kate”

“Yes. Ok. Well.”

I turned away and began to walk.

“Bastian!”

I turned back.

“Yes?”

“It’s horrendous out here would you like to come in and wait for it calm down?”

“Really? That would be great”

I hurried over and followed her into a whitewashed three floor house with large windows. Kate closed the door behind her and stamped her feet. I ran my hand through my dripping brown hair letting water gush down my face.

“It’s mad out there!”

“Here let me help you with that”

Kate grabbed my coat and shoes and shook them.

“Here come with me it’s warmer in the lounge”

I followed her into a spacious lounge that consisted of a small sofa and little else. Baffling. People with space never know how to use it. She placed my coat and shoes next to the radiator. It didn’t seem to be on though because the room was freezing.

“Is it turned on?”

She crouched down and flicked a switch.

“I thought it was on”

Well it clearly wasn’t.

“Could we go bahis firmaları somewhere a little warmer?”

“Oh. Yes. Of course.”

She led the way upstairs and took her in for the first time. I knew Kate from the gym. We occasionally chatted but I knew very little about her. She was in her mid forties but she was always at the gym so she was in great shape. She was small (5ft 3″ or so) and kept her reddish hair loose down to her neck. Her face was a little squashed, a flattish nose and a cute heart shaped mouth.

As we stepped into another room – thankfully it was warm – I noticed her nipples were showing through her rain soaked black sleeveless top. It hung a little off her skin revealing the top of her breasts. She hadn’t noticed me staring. I watched her as she fretted nervously around the room rearranging cushions and chairs. I enjoyed watching her bend over though, her red skirt rising slightly to reveal a glimpse of her toned thigh. I leant down pretending to pick something up off the floor and curved my head, I gasped she was wearing nothing underneath: she had a lovely tight ass. She turned around and I quickly stood up.

“Could I use the bathroom just to dry off a bit?”

“Sure. It’s down the hallway.”

I tousled my hair and unbuttoned my shirt placing it on the heated rail. The whole bathroom was marble with a massive mirror located above a substantial ivory surface. In the corner was on of those power showers. The room stank of money. I unbuckled my trousers and put them on top of my shirt leaving me in a pair of tight Calvin Klein boxers. I noticed a slight raise in the mirror reflection. Kate wearing no underwear and clearly no bra and she invited me in to her house when she was home alone.

After such a shit day why not? Fuck it. Sometimes you just get an opportunity and you fucking take it. I felt my boxers expand in appreciation.

“Hello Bastian do you need any towels in there?”

“Yeah that would be great actually Kate”

She twisted the knob and walked in. She jumped a little in shock.

“Oh sorry Kate I was just trying to get my clothes dry I should have warned you, sorry”

“No don’t apologise I should have asked before I came in”

She moved over to the cupboard and reached for the towels that lay on the top shelf. As she strained to reach, her skirt rose up revealing the perfect curve of ass cheek. My boxers stretched in anticipation. I moved over to her and extended my arm to help her carefully making sure to let my boxers grind up against her ass.

“Thanks Bastian I don’t know why my husband always puts them so high – – Oh!”

She had noticed kaçak iddaa my cock pressing into her firm ass. I grinded up closer lifting her skirt as I did so.

“Oh! Bastian what are – -“

I jammed my fingers underneath her skirt and sank them into her moist pussy. Her hand dropped from the cupboard in surprise and crashed against the heated rail.

“I – What – -“

Her eyes bulged in shock as I ripped her top off grasping her firm tits in my mouth. I flickered my tongue over the hardening nipples and jammed my finger further up her pussy. Her shock had turned into stutters of ecstasy her nails driving so deep into my flesh they drew blood.

I picked her up and mounted her onto the marble surface driving her legs apart and dove into ravish her gloriously soaking pussy. I thought she was having heart palpitations because she kept yelping, her breath was irregular and her nails were bloody painful but I kept ravishing every last drop of juice leaking from her ridiculously gorgeous pussy. At the same time my hands squeezed her breasts exerting more pressure every time she yelped.

“Ooohhhhh!”

Her husband was going to get quite a welcome from his wife tonight. She was squirting out fountains into my face now, she had been in dire need of a good seeing too by the looks of it. Well it wasn’t over yet. I lifted her off the surface and pushed her into the shower ripping my boxers and her skirt off. She slipped onto the floor as she kicked her skirt off.

She quickly sat up and turned round, her mouth open in shock. My rock hard cock plunged straight in taking her completely unawares. She fell backward, I grabbed her head before it hit the wall.

“Careful Kate! Don’t conk out on me now”

She didn’t have time to respond. My cock pushed her cheeks wide exploring every crevice of her mouth. She takes a few seconds to react but finally starts to move onto it sucking me deep into her throat. I pushed her head deeper and deeper until I heard her gag and let go. She dived back on taking me back so far I saw her eyes water. She was fucking great at sucking cock. I was stunned. Appearances were certainly deceiving. I imagined she had waited for this for some time and I was the lucky bastard. She gagged again coughing a little but kept on going slurping my hot dripping pipe.

“Look at me Kate I want to see those eyes”

She raised those bulging eyes displaying a mixture of shock and delight. She moved slower now slurping the running fluids of my steaming cock. I touched her head and she removed my cock from her mouth strands of sticky fluid hanging from her lips. She waited for my instructions. I pulled kaçak bahis her up and turned her to face the wall.

“Have you ever been fucked up the ass?”

“No of course not! I – – “

“There’s always a first time for everything”

I gripped her ass cheeks and spread them her crack not much bigger than a plughole. It was time to be plugged hard. My cock was soaking no need for lube. I grasped her tits and bent her over. Her hands gripped the shower dial, she was scared shitless.

“Kate if you don’t like it just shout out ok?”

“Ok” she whispered.

I manoeuvred my cock into position and plunged into her warm wonderfully tight ass. She let out a yelp of pain and her hand gripped the shower dial harder. I went in again and her hand relaxed a little.

“Is it ok Kate”

“Yes keep going! It’s quite nice actually”

I smiled. Nice. She was begging for more. I drilled in and out faster her cheeks shuddering as my cock thundered in. I squeezed her trembling tits in my hands letting the warm flesh sink into my palms as I steered my vessel pounding into her cute body. This woman could take a cock that was for sure, I pounded away sending spasms down her back until she finally let out a wail and I exited as I had came in – sucking my plunger out with a pop.

She dug her nails into the wall and keeled over panting. I brought my right hand down and spanked her ass savouring her scream of pleasure.

“You like that don’t you?”

She moaned in reply. I spanked her left cheek shuddering her body into more spasms. Her ass was red raw but she urged for more and more. The woman was fucking crazy. Hot urine was streaming down her thighs and her moans had turned into a crazed howl. I grabbed her hair and pushed her down to her knees. Her face was wet with tears.

“Hey Kate are you alright?”

“Come on! Please! I want you to cum all over my face!”

Well ok then honey! My cock responded by shooting a stream of spunk into her mouth, she swallowed greedily. I had created some kind of monster. I fired off a canister of boiling cum into the air splattering her red hair.

“Condition me!”

What the fuck was wrong with this woman?! I flicked the shower on and drowned her in a plume of hot watery cum. She drank it in diving onto the linoleum to lick the drops she missed. She darted her upwards and gave me a demonic grin.

“I want more! Come on fuck my cunt make me scream! Fuck me in my ear, my mouth, my ass anywhere please!”

Shit! This was what happened when you starved people of what they needed. Well this wasn’t my problem I needed to get out and quickly. I grabbed my trousers and shirt and rushed out the bathroom locking the screaming witch in her filth. I ran downstairs and hurled the front door open and smashed straight into a balding man holding a briefcase. Shit! It was her husband!

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(Once more, thank you frontma for your editing)

*

*Pain is either not knowing what it is or forgetting what it was*

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I’d like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

I was slumped down on the floor against the wall when an expensive pair of shoes came at me. Since my stomach and left side were well acquainted with pain already I chose to block with both arms which hurt a little bit less. This unnamed assailant pivoted back for another kick when Heaven grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head into a picture above my head.

He dropped like the sack of shit that I’m sure he was. I was struggling up when Cappadocia grabbed my wrist and helped me stand. Three more guys stood between us and the bathroom door, outside of which a battle of the sexes was starting to be waged; FFU vs. AKA fraternity. You may be wondering how I ended up here; I sure am.

(I promise this will all make sense eventually)

Starting in the Past

The light tapping on my door broke my oral attention on Barbie Lynn’s right nipple. I kept frigging her with two fingers in her cunt while I caught a quick look at the time. It was twelve-ten in the morning. Who the hell?

“I need to check this out,” I warned Barbie.

“What?” she wondered. “What’s going on?”

“There is someone at the door and I think I know who it is. I’ll be right back,” I explained. Barbie looked apprehensive for obvious reasons. I grabbed a robe and headed down to the door as there was a second rap at the door.

I swung the door open and there stood Rio.

“Hey, Bitch, are you going to make me wait out here or what?” she teased me. I stood aside and followed her back to my bedroom. Barbie had disappeared under the quilt and covers but I was careful to not sit on her when I flopped onto the bed.

“What can I do for you?” I inquired of Rio.

“Keep it holstered, Cowboy,” Rio laughed. “Save that python for your playmate Barbie. Do remind her that if she rides you too rough, she can break it off.”

“I’ll have you know she’s the most gentle and sensitive woman I’ve ever known,” I countered with a grin of my own.

“Really?” she asked speculatively.

“Really,” I affirmed.

“In that case, maybe you can give her to me for an evening. I’d like to play with her; you know, a little light bondage, spanking, and a dildo, vibrator or three,” she asked suggestively.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Of course, I’d put those succulent lips to good use and I bet her tongue is to die for. I’d also love to chew on those massive titties, bite her and mark her as my own,” Rio added. “If she moans like enough of a slut, I’ll even eat her out too.”

“If it somehow comes up in casual conversation I’ll let her know,” I promised, while at the same time I resolved to actually have a decent hiding place when I fixed things up.

“Don’t do that,” Rio insisted. “I’d rather kidnap her, blindfolded, so that I can take her to a bar and hand her around like a party favor.”

“That’s kind of cold,” I cautioned her. “What about her virginity?”

“There are all kinds of chastity belts I can fit her with that leave her mouth and ass free,” Rio regaled me. I really had no idea but I didn’t doubt it existed.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? What has Barbie Lynn ever done to you?” I was curious to know.

“Barbie Lynn, she is a girl in need of a good, hard fucking, regularly and repeatedly” She grinned like she was a female Loki, Goddess of Mischief.

“If you think so…I guess I could tie her up and leave her for you, bound and gagged in the trunk of my car. I’m sure when you get to the bar you’ll find some big strong men to take her out for you,” I outlined the plan. Rio desperately fought down her giggles.

“Well, that’s given me some pleasant images to get to bed with,” Rio came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Give me that sleeping bag and I’ll catch some Zs.”

“Sure, no problem. You know how I snore so if you hear any noise coming from my bed, just ignore it,” I winked.

“Okay. As long as nothing touches the floor, I’ll be fine,” she assured me.

“What happens if something touches the floor?” I had to ask. It was getting downright hilarious.

“I scream like a banshee. I was molested by a Chihuahua when I was young and I’ve never gotten over it,” Rio snickered.

“I will keep all my bits up on the bed, then. Now, get squared away so we can get some sleep,” I grinned. Rio laid out my sleeping bag below the footboard and climbed inside.

“Good night, Zane,” Rio yawned as I cut off the light.

“Good night, Rio,” I replied.

“Good night, Barbie Lynn,” Rio giggled.

There was a long pause as a naked Barbie tensed up, then wiggled up from beneath the bed coverings. She looked at me curiously then crawled down on all fours to the foot of the bed. I was momentarily paralyzed by the look of Barbie’s entire rearview cast in the pale moonlight.

“How did you know canlı bahis I was here?” Barbie Lynn questioned Rio.

“Unless Zane started sleeping with fifty pounds of extra bedding, there was someone under the covers with him; then it was a matter of figuring out who was the sexiest upperclassman who would take the risk,” Rio explained.

“So this whole talk about kidnapping me and taking me to a bar was meant to scare me?” Barbie accused Rio, who snickered yet again.

“Tell me, Barbie, did that get you hot or what? Be honest now,” Rio challenged her. Barbie Lynn flushed furiously and looked over her shoulder at me, trying to gauge her words to my reaction.

I moved up behind her, kissing from the small of her back then forward while my hand rubbed along her ass and flanks. She kept her eyes on me until my hand cupped her sex, at which point her eyes shut and her breathing increased.

“Ooohhh…” Barbie Lynn sighed as she let her legs part and her cunt went from damp to dripping.

“If Zane was with me, I’d feel safe,” Barbie stammered nervously. “He’d not let anything bad happen to me…but I’d like to…just a little.” I’d never tied a girl up before now, I’d never really wanted to, but taking in all of Barbie right at the moment, I made a note of consorting with my sorority friends about what to use when the opportunity presented itself.

Two fingers in, two fingers out, two fingers in, two fingers out…one finger in her cunt and one in her ass. Barbie shuddered deliciously.

“You two fuck your brains out,” grumbled Rio. “I’ll lie here and try to get some sleep.”

“Good…good…good luck with that,” panted Barbie Lynn, “I’m a real screamer,” and she really was.

“I swear, if one more girl had climbed into that shower with you, I was going to tape on a stun gun in the on setting and toss it in,” Rio joked.

“A, you don’t have a stun gun, and B, the floor was so wet you would have stunned yourself too,” I pointed out.

“Threaten me not with logic, dumbass,” Rio chuckled.

“Fine. Not that I mind your company but, don’t you have to get dressed?” I groaned.

“Do you think anyone would notice if I went to class naked today?” Rio wondered.

“Notice — yes; make you the target of a direct-to-video lesbian gangbang porn flick — yes too,” I taunted her.

“Damn it, Zane,” Rio squawked, “you’ve tapped into my secret fantasy!”

“Save it for your creative writing assignment in English class,” I nudged her. “Now seriously, I need to get dressed and so do you.” Rio’s exaggerated frown only made me chuckle harder but I did manage to shush her out.

I sang my way to breakfast — literally. The latest demand of my Handmaiden’s Duty was a rendition of ‘Call Me Maybe’ which garnered us quite an audience if not accolades for my proficiency. Rio tried to record me on her phone but an observant junior picked Rio for a piggy back ride. Iona hovered closely to Barbie Lynn again, which kept her safe.

Christina snatched us on the way to Assembly. One look told me things had gone horribly wrong but I didn’t know why. She picked me and when I protested (a junior named Sybil had pre-ordered my services) Heaven grabbed Iona as a clear threat to me. Chastity hijacked Rio before she could throw her food tray on Christina’s head but I admired my buddy’s fanaticism and loyalty.

“I’m with Sybil,” I tried to explain, but that girl did a quick disappearing act. “Okay, then, what do you want me to do?”

“We seem to have this little disagreement about you thinking you can dictate my behavior,” she smiled sweetly, “so I’m going to be monopolizing your time for the rest of the semester.”

Iona groaned and I was afraid Rio would do something stupid.

“Zane, I want you to carry my books to my next class,” which didn’t sound too bad but, “on your knees,” she gloated, “but I’ll…”

“You conceited bitch!” snapped Rio.

“Stop it!” I growled back to Rio angrily enough to stop her. “This is what they want.”

“Hmmm…” Christina contemplated, “I was going to allow you to crawl on the grass but now I think you will do it on the walkway.” Crawling all that way on bricks would be painful to say the least.

“Now I think we’ll have Rio do it,” she continued. I waved Rio to silence. “As I remember you have this noble streak so I’m going to give you the option of you traveling on the bricks or letting Rio do it.” It was some horrible sick joke and I knew the results before I spoke.

“I’ll do it,” I answered, but again, I knew it was useless.

“Agreed,” Christina handed me her book bag while Heaven did the same to Rio, “Rio can take the walkway and I’ll let you take the grass.” She waited for my response.

“What; no repose? No protests? No rants?” she questioned.

“That’s not where my mind is at, Christina. You just keep digging a deeper hole. I’ll bury you in it; how you crawl back out is your business,” I shrugged.

“I understand, Zane. Faith, give your books to Iona. She can share the walkway with Rio,” Christina ordered. Again I had to stop bahis siteleri Rio from erupting; there was nothing I could do. We were boned in this bizarre institution’s humiliating ritual.

“Zane will take the walkway on his knees, Rio can do the same on the grass, and Iona can carry the rest of our books,” Chastity announced out of the blue.

“Chastity?” Christina questioned her rebellious minion.

“They get the point,” Chastity suggested.

“I’m with Chastity,” Hope declared.

“I’ll explain when we get outside,” Chastity all but begged.

I had to scratch megalomania off my list of possible character flaws of Christina; she motioned our little troupe to proceed and made no protests when we freshmen took up our duties. Rio and I had to cover two hundred feet on our knees; I flashed Rio a vicious, confident grin. She grinned back and mouthed ‘Fuck all the bitches,’ which made me chuckle.

“What is so funny?” growled Heaven.

“Your skirt is caught in your underwear so every time you step left your skirt rides up,” I lied convincingly. Heaven reached around and tried to straighten out the nonexistent problem.

“Heaven, he’s playing you,” Hope intervened. Heaven’s eyes rained fiery death down on me.

“Who is digging themselves a deeper hole now?” Christina taunted me.

“I accept that Heaven is going to get her due and I’m fine with that. Of course, when I finally bring you to your knees, I know that look on your face is going to be priceless,” I glared back.

“You are also not going to see Barbie Lynn outside of official business,” Christina informed me.

“I’ll give your suggestion all the merit it deserves,” I smiled.

“That is not a suggestion, and if you do see her again, she will be expelled and a letter of explanation will be sent to her parents and fiancé,” Christina said intently. That brought me up short. “I’m not going to mention you, Zane. She’ll go down but you will remain scot free.”

“Why are you doing this to him?” Iona murmured.

“He needs to learn his lesson,” Faith whispered to her.

“Oh,” the normally timid freshman responded, “is that what this is? He is so going to own all of you if this is the best you’ve got.” Hope burst out in laughter at the mouse’s challenge.

The ordeal was over for the period but resumed when class let out again. Iona’s schedule was in shambles because Christina had let word get out that Rio and I were out of bounds for anyone else in the school. By the time I went to Archery, my slacks were torn and my knees were bleeding. Chastity did what she could do as my Team Captain but then I was back on my knees heading to Karate.

In an abstract way my teammates in Karate knew what was happening to me but when they saw that I could barely move without wincing in pain, they became conflicted. Coach Dana was nice enough to offer to take me to the Chancellor so I could quit and end my suffering. I opted for letting my teammates in the second squad beat me up instead.

The only hard part about my dinner plans was the reality that I was the only boy on campus. No one would confuse me with any other student so sneaking off to my dorm was impossible. The answer to my dilemma should have been obvious to Christina — glaring obvious. As it was, I had to get Christina’s reaction secondhand as Rio, Iona, and I were cruising into town in my car with civilian clothes helpfully provided by my secret ally.

Rio groaned sarcastically when we arrived at our destination where Iona clapped her hands in glee. My argument was that everyone liked ice cream and, while Rio declared the whole endeavor to be juvenile, that didn’t stop her from ordering three scopes with whipped cream and sprinkles.

I was paying for our outing when three girls walked in.

“Zane?” the third girl asked. I took her in only long enough to know she looked better in a swim suit.

“Hey, Leigh,” I grinned. “You look even better with clothes on.”

Leigh gave a hearty laugh while her companions tried to make sense of the situation.

“The Zane?” the lead woman inquired. I looked at her quizzically. “Zane, our next door neighbor?” How had I suddenly become famous enough to earn a ‘The’ in front of my name?

“Sure, that’s me. I’ve been at school but that’s my house,” I responded.

“This is Tawny Flores, our chapter President, and my sister Ricky Frasier,” Leigh said.

“Rio Talon, my ex-roommate, and Iona Becket, my cohort in crime,” I offered.

“Sorority chicks? Seriously, Zane, you need to start raising the bar on the quality of women you hang out with,” joked Rio. That went over like a lead balloon.

“Your girlfriend is a bit jealous,” Leigh broke the silence.

“I’m not his girlfriend,” Rio grinned viciously. “I prefer boys who’ve reached puberty.”

“Tawny, Ricky, and Leigh, I apologize for Rio. We’ve had some issues with upperclassmen all day long and it has left some of us crankier than others,” I said.

“Things can be rough for freshmen; we understand,” Tawny allowed as she eyed me speculatively.

“How bahis şirketleri about I buy you all some cones?” I offered in return.

“We are not here for ice cream…or ice cream in cones,” Leigh explained. “We have a party Saturday night, our first of the semester, and we need to place an order for a few gallons.”

“Cool. I hope you ladies have a blast,” I nodded as I moved to join Rio and Iona, letting the sorority girls move to the counter and make their order. They eventually did get some cones and came our way.

“Horny sluts at seven o’clock,” whispered Rio as they approached me from the rear.

“Zane,” Tawny smiled down at me, “are you rushing a fraternity?” Rio snorted in derision.

“Zane couldn’t rush a fraternity,” Rio explained. “It would tragically cut down on his time with all his girlfriends.” The three older women gazed at me, looking for the punch line.

“Here you go,” Iona stated, holding up her phone to Tawny. “This is Barbie Lynn…Christina…Chastity…Brandi…Hope…Cappadocia…Opal…” she continued to go down the list of women in my life as well as displaying their pictures. The ladies went from skeptical to confused to impressed.

“You are sleeping with all these girls…in your first three days of school?” Leigh wondered.

“No,” Rio pre-empted, “he hasn’t actually had sex with all of them. That’s silly. The magic thing is how often he gets them to orgasm. What’s your record, Zane?”

“It is not a contest,” I protested.

“Oh, come on,” Tawny urged me playfully.

“Ugh, fine. Seven, but she’s really sensitive and responsive — we mesh well,” I answered. I’m not sure how many of them got past me saying the number ‘7’.

“Are you going to be home this weekend?” Leigh inquired suddenly.

“Planning on it,” I replied.

“Well, why don’t you come by Saturday night, then,” Tawny suggested, “unless you are afraid of a little competition.” Seeing my uncertainty, she added, “We are having our brother fraternity Alpha Kappa Alpha over for the party. The guy/girl ratio should be two-to-one so I can’t promise you any time.”

“Oh,” I shrugged. “Do you want me to bring a friend or two?”

“Sure,” Tawny grinned, “but make sure to keep an eye on them. The boys of AKA are pretty aggressive.”

“I’ll make sure to only bring the grown-ups,” I laughed. We were all still chuckling when we broke up for the evening.

I Love Pushing Boulders Uphill

“Did you sleep well?” Christina greeted me. Since I’d been Barbie-free last night I had to frown.

“Thanks for asking,” I shrugged. “I slept like a baby. Honestly, I’d expected a little more creativity from you, not this simplistic jack-booted thuggery. Please try to keep my interest today if you can.”

“Ah, the smell of burning bitch-flesh,” Rio giggled, unleashing her sadomasochistic impulses. Christina didn’t rise to the bait.

“Let’s get some breakfast…on your knees you two,” she commanded. Clearly their plan for us involved attrition.

During breakfast the idea was to keep us apart, but they apparently forgot we’d all graduated kindergarten. We wandered around like loss little lambs and came to our collision from different angles. My only real worry was that Iona would chicken out since she had always been the good girl. She even sold the slip and spill well. This time Hope was the recipient of our hate and she looked quite fetching covered in grits, eggs, melons, and bacon.

The miraculous thing was that the kitchen let us reload. Chastity almost dodged the bullet but we nailed her pretty good as well. As we headed out for our first class, Rio and I on our knees, she turned to me grinning like a maniac.

“I am so looking forward to lunch,” she told me.

“Really? So am I. I’m going to get the soup,” I chuckled.

“Ooohhh…soup. I like soup. I may get two bowls,” Rio exulted. There wasn’t time to warn Rio, I had to act, so I threw myself on Rio and took Heaven’s kick to the ribs myself.

“Heaven!” Christina shouted, but it was too late. I hurt like hell but I was damned if I was going to show it.

Rio looked up at me and rapidly put together what had happened. Before she could explode I prodded her.

“I hope the croutons in the salad are extra hard,” I wheezed.

“Zane,” Rio whispered, worried about my well-being.

“Give them nothing,” I winked. “We know what low-life pieces of shit they are now. Give them nothing.” Rio nodded and got back on her knees.

“Zane…I’m sorry,” Christina said softly. I looked up her and projected my most indifferent expression.

“Can we get this over with? You bore me,” I sneered at Christina. She snorted and shook her head.

“Take my books to class, Zane,” she commanded, and I headed off. They took Rio and Iona off in another direction.

I was bleeding by the time I kneeled my way to lunch. Sadly, Team Christina was vigilant so we had to settle for a few bites sitting up against a wall before a Dorm Mother directed us to separate seats. We buried her in soup and crotons for her efforts, then apologized profusely. Dr. Burns chastised and lectured us about good Christian virtues. The senile old bastard almost let us go back for seconds but a different Dorm Mother pointed out the danger just in time.

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I lay back listening to the sound of my wife hungrily slurping away at my cock, as she did every day when I returned home and pondered how lucky I am. I married Margot, a spoiled daddy’s girl from the right part of town used to getting what she wanted. Daddy being, of course, Clifton Meriwether Van Rijn, renowned shipping magnate, whom I had the opportunity to work for as a landscape consultant- a gardener for the less verbally dexterous.

Back then Margot had led a life of leisure, never having to wait longer than it took for the bank to open to get whatever she desired. At the age of eight she was given a pony and, having grown tired of that, she received a motorboat when she was thirteen. On her fifteenth birthday she was given the expected car- a top of the line Jaguar that she managed to drive with a false license, though she needn’t have bothered with a last name like hers.

We first met the summer of her eighteenth year. I had managed to finagle a job with a landscaper after dropping out of high school two years prior due to unsubstantiated charges. Margot was off to Princeton in the next month, a fine school except when you consider that her peers had chosen Harvard or Yale for their educations. She wasn’t that academically inclined, however, and chose an easier institution well aware that a life of leisure awaited her no matter where she went.

I was clipping the hedges along the border of the expanse of their property when I first saw her. She was laying out by the pool wearing a tiny red bikini that clung to her pampered frame as if it were painted on. Her body echoed the traits of runway models; long, svelte legs giving the appearance of great height topped with full breasts and an almost cherubic face hidden behind sunglasses too large for her face. Despite her sedentary lifestyle, her ass remained tight and even from the edge of the yard I saw the thin, red material pulled taut when she opened her legs.

A look over her shoulder caught me eyeing her and she seemed pleased that I was more focused on her than my task at hand. Rolling over, she leaned her face back from the brightness of the sun and moved her palm between her thighs. I watched her masturbate from afar for a few minutes then turned back to the hedges, bored from the exaggerated head tossing and false orgasms.

When I looked back she was sitting up on her elbows, her brow furrowed, obviously upset with my lack of interest. Aware that my attention had returned, she stood and nonchalantly removed her bikini. I admired her body, fresh, young and toned. She must have a trainer that coerces her at the gym because I saw every muscle in her body was in place. Her body was not overly athletic, but soft and round as a woman’s body should be.

She made to dip her toe in the pool and quickly pulled it back, the full cheeks of her ass quivering with movement. As she turned back to me I could see the full bush of dark hair and her breasts headed by stiffened nipples. Hands on her hips, she appraised me as I had done to her before throwing a towel over her shoulders and returning to the home. A sashay in her steps brought my attention to the beauty of her legs and her soft cheeks pressed together.

I didn’t see her for the rest of the day but as I pulled out of the driveway I noticed her looking down from the topmost window. She smiled and waved when I looked up and I saw she was bare-chested. Her areolas were small against her breasts and her skin looked flushed, as if she’d just come from the sauna.

I did not return the wave but instead drove on, wondering why a woman like her felt the need to flaunt herself in front of total strangers. I went to work for the next week but saw no sight of her. I figured she was being her usual pampered self and sleeping late or just lazing around the house. Though I knew she went away to school much of the year, she had shown no sign of having a job or even attempting to get one. She was content whiling her days away inside or spending it shopping.

I didn’t see her for the next week and didn’t think much of it until one weekend as I was edging the lawn beside the Jacuzzi. Something was going on inside the house. I heard the sounds of crashing, people yelling and I heard doors slamming. It was none of my business so I kept my mind on the job (as well as the paycheck) though the voices became louder and louder. Eventually I recognized them as that of the old man and his wife, a woman with even less to do that her daughter. Though she mostly kept to herself and stayed at home I knew she loaned her efforts and time to various charity functions, mostly so her face can be seen smiling above freshly stamped plaques and certificates. It gave her something to brag about during her country club luncheons.

The focus of the argument was, as expected, the daughter. I could see her through the windows of the first floor as she descended the steps in a few quick leaps, shouting over her shoulder the entire time. Though I did not make out what was said, I did hear that the Van güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Rijns took a great deal of pleasure in ruining their daughter’s life. All from the aspect of their progeny, of course.

Barefoot and dressed in only a tank top and pair of skintight shorts she huffed out the front door. Moments later I heard her gunning the engine of her recently gifted Jaguar and speed off. With their daughter gone I heard nothing more though I’m sure her parents were both upset with her actions and thankful that her exit had brought peace back into the home.

As it was none of my business, I didn’t consider the row until later that night when I heard an urgent tapping on my door. I had fallen asleep, my body stiff from work, but I arose and answered the door, surprised by the heavy rains the spattered the window and flooded the sidewalk. Margot stood there, her soaked hair lying over her face like seaweed. Her makeup had run into a dark mess that collected on her chin and the corners of her eyes.

She was trembling, her damp clothes offering no protection from the cold. I ushered her in before she could say a word. Once inside she merely stood in the opposite doorway, her arms clutching her sides and trembling. I watched her with only slight amusement.

“I have no place…” she stopped when I gave her a disbelieving look and said, “Can I stay here tonight?” I went to look for a towel and when she saw me leave added “…Please?”

I said she could and handed her a fresh towel. “But,” I said, “You have to go home tomorrow. I know your parents are worried about you and if they know where you’ve gone to it will be my hide.” She nodded her acceptance and began toweling her hair.

I collected some extra sheets to arrange a makeshift bed on the living room couch and heard her turn the shower on down the hall. She had undressed en route and her clothes lay in tiny piles in the hall. I noticed a scrap of pink silk that served as her underwear. It didn’t have enough material in it to serve as a washcloth.

Steam billowed from the bathroom and I noticed the opaque silhouette of her body behind the curtain. “Shampoo’s on the shelf. There’s an extra bar of soap by the sink.” I called into the clouded air.

“Found em, thanks.”

I stood in the doorway and studied her figure for a time while she washed. Her body was lean and well cared for- obviously the result of a pampered lifestyle and more than enough free time to go to the gym. The water stopped and she reached for a towel and began drying. At that time I returned to my room and got into bed. Soon afterwards I heard her in the living room laying on the couch.

When I awoke the next morning she was still asleep. The blankets were gathered near her chin, exposing her bottom half. Small white silk bikini panties covered her. I felt myself growing in response but I knew what would happen if I acted on my urges. Her family was looking for her and were she to be found with me, I knew what would happen. I shook her gently to wake her but she whined and turned. Now her trim butt, delineated by a layer of silk, faced me. I shook her again, this time with a bit more force but she groaned as if exasperated. I knew she had to leave and spending the morning slowly helping her wake is not something I had time for. With a heavy slap to her butt, I spoke her name loud enough to get her to respond.

She turned with a look of shock in her eyes. “Time to get up,” I said. “Your parents are wondering where you are and your little temper tantrum has gone on long enough. It’s time for you to get dressed and go home.”

Her look of shock turned to one of indignation. “Don’t ever tell me what to do. You work for my daddy so you work for me. If I want to stay in bed all day that’s my business and there’s nothing you can do about it!” She looked at me, “And don’t you ever lay a hand on me again!”

I pulled the sheets from her body, leaving her almost naked body to the cold. She quickly wrapped her arms around herself, her tiny breasts jiggling in the morning air, and sat up. Rushing towards me, she used a free hand to try to grab the covers but I held it from her reach. “Give it to me!” She screeched. “I’m going to tell my dad on you!”

I smirked at the idea of a physically grown woman using such a childish threat. She had been coddled far too long and was too used to getting her way. I knew it was high time that someone stand up to her and stop always giving her what she wants. It’s time to give her something she needs.

“Princess,” I called, using a pet name given to her by her father. “This is my home and here I don’t answer to anyone. You’re a big girl now and don’t have daddy to hide behind. When you’re in my house you’ll do as I say.”

“You bastard,” she swore. “How dare you. I can’t wait to tell my daddy what you’ve done. You won’t be able to get a job within a hundred miles of here.”

Tired of words, I dropped the sheets and grabbed her wrist as she bent to retrieve them. güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri She said not a word but stumbled as I pulled her behind me. I felt her struggle but she was small and I had no difficulty holding her firm. She stopped as I sat and, with a tumble, I pulled her over her lap. Most likely she had never been spanked and was only acquainted with the practice in romance novels and stories she heard from her giggling friends. As it was, she put up little resistance over my lap.

Without a word, I pulled down the thin veil of her panties and displayed her bared bottom to the empty room. She gasped and started writhing, but I held her strong. As my hand smoothed across the soft surface of her tiny bottom, she soon calmed and rested peacefully. My touches were reaching that inner part of her, soothing the rambunctious, young woman she was.

“Now then Margot,” I spoke down to her. “You’re a daddy’s girl and a demanding one at that. I know no one’s ever taken a hand to you before, I’m sure your nannies and nurses have all been afraid to but when you’re with me I won’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. You’ve had this coming for years and I hope you learn from it.”

I could feel her swallow and I watched the muscles of her bottom relax and give in to my declaration. Without a word I began spanking her fully. The soft globes of her ass shook with each resounding slap and her yells intensified as the skin of her butt swelled. I knew I had to spank her completely to get through. She was used to getting her way too often and for it to work she had to feel shamed.

I chose not to scold her, and allowed my hand to do my speaking for me. The litany of threats and curses that spewed from her mouth soon turned to quick sounds of pain. She began to speak to me in a tiny voice in an attempt to stop the fall of my hand on her bottom.

“Please Tim, I’ve had enough…please don’t hurt me. I’ll do as you say.”

I knew it was difficult for her to say that, not only for the promises she made but because she used my first name. She had always referred to me with my last name, as she did with all the others she saw as servants and therefore, beneath her. I was enjoying the change almost as much as the feel of my hand on her cute, padded bottom so I stopped for a moment. I allowed myself to stroke the cute butt across me lap, my fingers playing up and down her crease and between the juncture of her thighs. Her small form relaxed at my touch and I noticed her slowly giving in. Her buttocks unclenched and her thighs parted. With an authoritative touch I pressed my finger down the soft crack of her bottom. She made no attempts to resist, only whined softly. I knew it was more for show than anything.

I reached the tiny bud of her anus and pressed into her. She opened like a flower and I felt the warm tightness of her virgin hole as her legs parted further. There was a sound as if she tried to speak but I heard no words. Tracing further down, I touched the soft puff of pubic hair that barely covered her tight cunny.

She was damp and, as my finger traveled to her sex, she opened to me. I could see the tiny passage that looked so fresh and inviting. I probed her, questioning.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you, little girl?”

She looked over her shoulder and scoffed childishly, “Please…”

I laughed to myself and gave her a quick spank on her moist pussyhole. “Slut!”

To this she purred and her body went slack. Her neck hung to the floor and her arms hung loose. One hand reached to me blindly, traveling over my body, down my chest, gripping my crotch.

I was hard and she knew it. Not wanting to allow her the advantage, I pressed my middle finger into her tight back passage. She gasped an entreaty at this, followed by a shrill sigh as my forefinger delved between the slick lips of her cunt. With my free hand I grabbed a shock of her hair and pulled her to the floor before me.

She went willingly, her body a tangle of limbs as it crashed to the floor. I landed on top of her, my knees at her side, body above her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. The tip of her tongue flitted aimlessly along her lips and a tiny spot of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.

My free hand tore at my clothes, pulling at my belt, yanking open the clasp of my trousers. In moments my cock was free and I pressed it against her face as a taunt. She responded with a warm sound of delight. Eyes still closed, she ran her face over my shaft. With my palm against her chin I opened her mouth and held it as I directed my cock between her lips. When it touched her tongue she whined happily. I felt her asshole clench against my fingers. I saw the head of my cock pressing her cheek outward. She gagged slightly and gulped air when it blocked her throat.

I pulled it out then, gripping it at the base and slapped it against her face. It made wet slapping noises against her skin and she rolled her face side to side beneath my balls. My fingers were still güvenilir bahis şirketleri knuckles deep in her ass and pussy and I thrust them into her roughly, demanding her to come. Wetness from both holes kept her warm and slippery and, despite the discomfort I know she felt, she did nothing to disengage me. In fact, her knees opened further, allowing me to penetrate deeper.

I continued to taunt her, calling her filthy names; slut, whore, bitch. All vile things I know would upset her at any other time yet she took to them like pet names from a lover. Her nipples firmed and she scissored her legs each time I spat out such words. One hand reached up to stroke me and, when it did, it was not with the fumbling eagerness of a novice but the practiced touch of a girl that knows the tastes of a man. Her hand curved around my shaft and she gripped me comfortably. Rather than yanking on me, she stroked and I felt the anger flow from my body. She licked her palm and replaced it, her other hand now going to my balls where she gripped and gently tugged them.

I allowed her this freedom and watched as she skillfully manipulated my organ. I rested just above her so that my balls would occasionally brush her cheekbone. Still my fingers plowed into her and yet she showed no resistance. Her eyes were closed with a slight smile upending the corners of her lips.

For the moment, save for our shared moans, we were quiet. Both of us enjoyed the other, enjoying the body of the other for our own desires. It was then I learned that this girl, this young trollop that was nothing more than a drain on her daddy’s seemingly bottomless wallet, enjoyed sex more than anyone I have ever known. She loved it more than a person possibly could. To her the male organ was the Divine. She knew and loved each aspect of it, from the first folds on the scrotum to the tight slit on the end of the prick. There were days she would do nothing more than imagine the beauty and wonder of a man, dream of it filling her throat, penetrating her aching quim. She even dreamt of bending over helplessly and feeling a cock penetrate her back end, an act I’d later learn was a favorite of hers.

At this moment, my cock leaving a wet trail as it slid across her face, she was in her element. Her eyes remained closed yet her mouth showed a sublime smile that radiated calm. As I looked down at her, I felt as if I’d reached an epiphany. My cock pulsed with want and I placed my palm on her chin and opened her mouth. I rested above her and plunged my shaft deep into her person. She sputtered and gagged, something I expected, even reveled in, but didn’t restrain myself. It took a few difficult moments and she was soon happily sucking my cock as she was meant to. With a deep, sincere sigh, I began slowly pumping out of her willing, kewpie- doll mouth.

I felt an onrush of warmth in my balls and I pulled out before I approached orgasm. I came between her lips, globs of saliva coating her. Her eyes opened and, rather than be upset as I expected her to be, she merely looked sad. I watched her throat as she quickly swallowed all that came out of me. She seemed practiced in the skill and I was surprised to see she didn’t spill a drop. As she finished I heard a soft sigh come from deep within her.

She wiggled out of her shirt, offering her two tennis ball sized breasts to me and, with the most desperate of looks, held them to me as an offering. I noticed the lost, scared look in her eyes and knew she was getting to that place where I wanted her. There was a desperate, submissive slut behind the façade of spoiled, materialistic brat and I planned to draw it out and keep her for everyone to see.

Rather then bend and take her nipple in my mouth as I’d have liked, I reached to one and, looking her dead in the eye, squeezed it firmly between my thumb and forefinger. She didn’t look away, but held my gaze as I tested her. The pain increased and I saw her breathe in quickly. Finally, she broke, twisting her body and yanking her swollen nipple from my grasp. Her hair hung haphazardly over her face as she looked down, preventing me from seeing her face. What I heard was the soft sound of sobbing.

She wasn’t used to such treatment but I knew she had thought about it. I called to her.

“Margot.”

When she turned I saw tears forming in her eyes. I realized it turned me on and I felt my cock stiffening at the sound of her crying. She sniffled slightly and looked down to my cock. Cautiously she reached out and skimmed the rim of the head with one outstretched finger. My cock wagged from the attention.

“Slut.”

She nodded in agreement and when she looked up again I saw shiny tracks of tears down her porcelain cheeks. It was if a light had come on behind her reddened eyes. Realization and acceptance hit and I saw her visibly accept her position. She was a different girl now. She was mine.

Her tiny hand wrapped around my length while another reached lower to carefully handle my balls. It felt good and, with an encouraging push, I angled her so she could see only my cock. She seemed mesmerized by it and examined it meticulously, pulling back the foreskin, running a finger up the bottom of the shaft and pressing a dainty thumb against the swollen head. I allowed her this as I wanted her to appreciate it and learn it properly.

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It was a lazy Sunday morning, and we had just finished off a huge stack of flapjacks, slathered in butter and maple syrup, for breakfast. My roommate, Rick, was out of town for the weekend, with his band, “Barefoot and Pregnant”, and Pamela and I had the place to ourselves. Pushing aside our dishes for the moment, we sat in front of the TV, looking for something other than a televangelist’s broadcast to watch. We found a re-run of “Gilligan’s Island”, and put down the remote, cuddling in each other’s arms on the sofa. After a busy week, and an equally busy weekend, we had no other plans than to sit like lumps in our bathrobes, and watch the boob-tube.

As is often the case when I have a lovely lady in my arms, my hands started roaming Pamela’s body, almost of their own will. Slipping my hand under her robe, I gently stroked the skin between her sensitive breasts with the tips of my fingers, and Pamela cuddled in closer, her own hand moving slowly over my thigh. I don’t know how long we sat like this, just caressing each other, but we sat through at least two episodes of “Gilligan”, and were halfway through “Andy Griffith”, when Pamela tugged at the sash of my robe, and began caressing my balls. My cock began to grow slowly harder as she played with my balls, and I began fingering her perky nipples. I kissed her softly, and slipped my tongue between her parted lips. The kiss gradually became more urgent, as our passion grew, and we tore each other’s robes off, throwing them onto the floor.

Grabbing up the bottle of pancake syrup, I poured a few drops on each of her nipples. Cleaning the sweet goo off of her tits with my tongue, I took her sighs to mean that she liked it, and poured more syrup over her breasts. Flicking my tongue over her perky tits, I cleaned her up again, as she started stroking my cock with her small but talented hands.

Taking the syrup from me, Pamela coated my manhood with the sticky substance, and then started licking my cock; flicking her tongue over the head, and illegal bahis running it up and down the shaft. Slipping it into her mouth, she sucked my cock, and hungrily slurped at the syrup. Her tongue felt fantastic on my hard cock, and soon I was moaning and groaning like a man possessed. My body shook, as I approached orgasm, and I stopped just in time, and pulled out of her mouth. I almost came in Pamela’s face, as she licked a small droplet of pre-cum off of the tip of my cockhead.

I was now ready for another helping of breakfast, so I snatched the syrup back from Pamela, and started pouring it liberally over her thighs, and let it drip haphazardly over her belly and her cunt. Following the trail of syrup over her body with my tongue, I made Pamela squirm with pleasure. Teasingly, I avoided her cunt for now, and concentrated on cleaning the syrup from her tummy and her thighs. Her body shook a bit as I tickled her with my tongue, running it from her ribs to her hips; I paused to drink the syrup from her navel, and Pamela spread her legs wide as I licked them clean.

Not caring in the least that I was getting my beard sticky, I began licking the syrup from Pamela’s sweet cunt. I noted that this was one hundred times better than the flapjacks we’d finished earlier, and I proceeded to lick the platter clean. I ran my tongue between her pussy lips, and slowly around her clitoris, before plunging it deep into her love-hole. Pamela began moaning loudly as I tongue-fucked her, and she ground her sticky cunt into my face. I continued eating her, and soon the flood of her love-juices mixed with the gooey syrup, and I don’t know which was sweeter.

And I was hungrier than ever!

With my urging, Pamela got on all fours in front of the sofa, and I applied more syrup to her body. I drew several lines up and down her back, and I drew concentric circles on each of her buttocks. Nibbling from time to time, I licked the sticky trail of syrup from her back, and reached under to pull on her hard nipples.

Sexily illegal bahis siteleri swaying her ass in front of me, Pamela moaned her pleasure, as I started licking the syrup from her buttocks. I took my time about it, and I ran my tongue over every inch of Pamela’s lovely round ass-cheeks, licking up every drop of syrup from her hot flesh. Her moans came louder and louder as my tongue got closer and closer to her asshole. She loves it when I lick her ass, and I knew that’s what she wanted me to do, but I was going to make her ask for it. So I continued to tease her, licking and nibbling her buttocks, and slipping my tongue between them, tantalizingly close to her asshole. I flicked my tongue once over the outer rim of her anus, before going back to her buttocks, and she nearly whimpered when I did so.

Finally she’d had enough hoping, and she placed the bottle of syrup in my hand. “Pour some on my asshole,” she said in a whisper, “and then lick it clean.” I did as she asked, because I love to please her, and also because it is what I wanted to do in the first place. Squeezing the bottle, I shot a thick blob of syrup between her ass-cheeks, and I used my fingers to spread it around, and coat her asshole with it. Pushing her sticky buttocks apart with my hands, I proceeded to run my tongue along the crack of her ass, catching the syrup as it dripped down. Again, Pamela’s moans got louder and louder as I licked closer and closer to her anus, but this time I would not deny her her desire. I circled her asshole with my tongue, rimming her sweet puckered anus, and licked every bit of syrup from it. Her body trembled with pleasure as I rubbed her clit with my fingers, and licked her asshole. She pushed her ass against my face, and ground her pussy to my hand, and she screamed in pleasure as I penetrated her anus with my tongue. Her body was a mass of contracted muscle as she climaxed, and “Oh, GOD!” coated my hand in her cum.

Using the sofa for support, Pamela swayed her canlı bahis siteleri hips sexily at me, and she pleaded with me to fuck her ass. I was bound and determined to do just that, but I didn’t want to take the time to get the lubricant from the bedroom, so I took the tub of melting butter from our breakfast, and using the butter-knife, spread a generous amount over her buttocks. Then, with my hands, I moved it between her cheeks, and smeared it over her asshole. There was still plenty left on my hands, so I stroked my still-hard cock, slathering it with butter, too.

Kneeling behind Pamela, I touched her asshole with the tip of my cock, and she sighed sexily. The butter turned out to be the perfect lube, and I effortlessly slipped my cock into her asshole as she pushed her hips back towards me. Reaching around to massage her clit, I slowly and gently fucked her ass, and Pamela moaned in ecstasy. In no time, my climax was imminent, and I had to stop all motion for a moment or two. Pamela waited impatiently for me to start fucking her again, but she enjoyed my manual attentions on her clit.

When the danger had passed, I moved my cock deep inside her ass, and then pulled slowly back out. I did this again and again, each time moving in a little bit faster, a little bit harder, but pulling out slower still. Soon, Pamela was pounding her buttocks against my hips, impaling herself on my rock-hard cock, and she placed a hand over mine pushing my finger into her cunt. I fucked her ass harder and faster, and fingered her cunt, and massaged her clit, coaxing her orgasm from her. I was close, and I knew that I couldn’t possibly stop myself from cumming in her ass this time.

Biting Pamela’s shoulder, I fucked her ass with wild abandon, encouraged by her voluptuous moans of pleasure, and soon we were both shuddering violently. Our cries of joy filled the room, and my semen filled Pamela’s asshole, as her own orgasm flowed from her pussy like a hot spring.

We managed, somehow, to crawl back up onto the sofa, before collapsing in a heap. After a long luxuriant cuddle on the sofa, we regained our sapped energy, and we were able to clear away the dishes, before we went in for a nice, hot shower.

What a lovely way to spend a lazy Sunday.

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“Carmen, are you ready to go yet?” Phil, Carmen’s husband asked.

“Almost, I’m just tying up my hair.” Carmen was wearing a white track suit with black stripes down the sleeves and legs that fit her like a glove. Carmen has 32 DD breasts, brown eyes, long black hair and light skin. Carmen finished getting ready and walked out to meet phil.

“Thats what you’re wearing? It’s a comic book convention not an aerobics class.”

“I don’t have any dorky ass clothes, sorry Phil.” Phil was wearing a Star Trek shirt and Spock ears.

“It’s okay, I’ll let you barrow my Star Trek pin.”

“Um sure… do you have a Star Wars one?”

“No I don’t have a Star Wars one,” Phil answered mocking Carmen’s voice.

“Because Attack of the clones was the shit,” Carmen added.

“Clones! You like Clones the best, not even Empire Strikes Back? You’re dumber than I thought.”

“Yeah well whatever Phil lets go.” They walked to the garage and got in their car. The drive to the convention was short and upon arriving they parked in one of the pay lots downtown. Phil grabbed his backpack and handed Carmen her pass.

“Here, put this on.” Phil pinned his pass onto his chest and Carmen just flashed hers as she walked in and put it back in Phil’s backpack. They started to walk down one of the aisles and Carmen was instantly bored with what the con had to offer.

“LOOK CARMEN! There will be a showing of the new Star Trek movie trailer in hall 12 at 1:00 o’clock! Shit we better go get in line It’s already 10:23, come on Carmen!” canlı bahis şirketleri Phil grabbed Carmen’s hand and dragged her to hall 12, when they got there the line was already about 300 geeks long.

“Fuck that Phil, I’m not standing in that line.”

“Come on Carmen, the new movie will be cool, It won’t be like the other ones.”

“I don’t care, I’m going to go get a hot dog or something.”

“Fine but you’re missing out.” Phil ran to the back of the line to wait and Carmen went looking for the food stands. She found a Nathan’s Hot Dog concession and got in line. All of a sudden two storm troopers grabbed Carmen’s arms and turned her around. In front of her stood a large man in a Darth Vader outfit.

“Nice getup you got there Darth, you must be sweating like a pig in that thing,” Carmen teased.

“I find your lack of faith disturbing,” Darth Vader leaned in and said in his familiar deep voice.

“Wow, you even have the voice thingy going on, that’s nice,” Carmen said.

“Your body is impressive, most impressive. I sense something, a presence I have not felt since…”

“What presence?”

“Him.” Darth Vader pointed at a 300 pound Obi-Wan-Kenobi.

“I wouldn’t worry about him. The only thing he’s going to attack is that cinnamon roll in his hands. Soooo… what is thy bidding or whatever Lord Vader?”

“Take this rebel to the handicap bathroom in the back,” Vader commanded his storm troopers. They made their way to the bathroom while some fans took some pictures of the arrest.

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“No, leave her to me, I will deal with her myself.”

“As you wish Lord Vader.” The storm troopers exited the bathroom and Darth Vader locked the door.

“What do you want with me lord?” Carmen giggled.

“Now your highness, we will discuss the location of your hidden rebel base!”

Carmen slid her thumbs into the waistline of her pants and thong and pulled them down.

“You can start looking here.” Carmen looked over her shoulder feigning a look of fear.

“You are unwise to lower your defenses!” Vader said as he removed his codpiece and pulled his dick out. He pushed Carmen over the toilet and made her arch her back. He spread her ass and put his dick right up against Carmen’s butt-hole.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to get it in there, not dry anyway.”

“Never underestimate the power of the dark side.” Vader pushed hard into Carmen’s ass. Carmen closed her eyes and prepared to get her ass expanded. Vader applied pressure but could not get in.

“The force is strong with you,” Vader said as he tried again only this time he rubbed some of Carmen’s pussy juice on his dick and pushed it back into her asshole.

“Oh yes lord, it’s almost in! Come on shove it in!”

“As you wish young whore.” Vader rammed his cock in and didn’t stop until he was all the way in.

“HOLY FUCK! YOU ARE ALL THE WAY UP MY canlı kaçak bahis FUCKING ASS!”

“Yes… The force is strong with you, young whore, but you are not a Jedi yet!” Vader grabbed the back of Carmen’s sweat jacket, balled it up and used it to move Carmen back and forth on his shaft. Vader slammed into Carmen’s ass hard every time he pulled her back.

“OH FUCK YES! FUCK THAT ASS! YOUR DICK FEELS SO HUGE UP MY BUTT!” Vader grabbed Carmen’s ponytail and yanked her back.

“The ability to take it in the ass is insignificant next to the power of the force.” Vader grabbed Carmen behind the knees, picked her up and rested her back on his chest. He then lowered her a bit and pushed his dick deeper in her ass.

“OWWW! Thats in there good. You are all the way up my ass master.” Vader bounced Carmen on his cock and fought the urge to cum.

“Now I will show you the true nature of the force.” Vader put Carmen down and sat her on the toilet. He grabbed the back of her head and shot his cum into Carmen’s open mouth. As soon as Vader was finished cumming Carmen sucked what was leftover out of his cock. Carmen sucked Vader’s dick for a few more minutes while rubbing her clit.

“The circle is now complete. When I penetrated your ass, you were but the learner now you are the master.” Vader put his codpiece back on and left the bathroom. Carmen cleaned up and went out to look for Phil. She saw him still in the line waiting to see the Star Trek trailer. She rolled her eyes and walked in a different direction. She bumped into guy dressed as Han Solo.

“I saw you enter the bathroom with Darth Vader. Hokey religions and ancient dick up your ass are no match for a good young cock in your pussy, kid.” Han Solo grabbed Carmen’s hand and led her to an unoccupied room.

THE END

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Wind-blown rain tapped against Carrie’s dorm room window the first time she tried it. Boyfriends had asked for it, online porn was filled with girls doing it, and she decided it was time to try it at least once.

Carrie doubled checked her dorm room suite, making sure her suitemates were gone. Sure, she had her own bedroom, but it still felt creepy masturbating while someone was rattling pots and pans or watching the big TV in the main room. Carrie preferred being lost in her world without interruption.

She started with stories read from her tablet. Wasn’t that how it always started? She was an unashamed creature of habit. Step one, make sure the suite was empty. Step two, start reading porn. She had her favorite online authors, her “go-to” material that always jump started her libido. She skimmed over the exposition. Damn, why did so many erotic authors spend so much time describing place, characters and motivations? She preferred the stories that started closer to the action and weren’t afraid to describe it all in exquisite detail. That’s what her favorite authors did.

She read fast, as if reading faster would get her excited faster. Her favorite stories were like porn movies, quick to start using words like “fuck, suck, pussy, tits,” and more importantly for today’s fun: “ass, butt, asshole, and butthole.” Reading was her education and she was ready to be informed.

Carrie waited until she felt good and tingly down there. She enjoyed the way her clit would throb with a need to be caressed. She liked how hard her nipples could get. She slipped her fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples with tiny circles in the way she did but none of her lovers had ever done. Her left nipple was her favorite. As it grew stiff, she pinched and pulled on it, enjoying how the fabric of her t-shirt raked against the sensitive point as it slipped out of her fingertips. She showed her right nipple some love to keep things equal and didn’t realize how she was squeezing her thighs together until her clit ached for attention, too.

She wore a t-shirt, no bra, and panties. She hadn’t showered yet that morning. Rainy days shut her down. Rainy days were best for curling up with hot, sexy stories and fingering fun. She pulled Mr. Wiggles from her underwear drawer. She wasn’t ready for the slim vibrator, not yet, but maybe later? Having the sex toy on the mattress next to her was enough. She didn’t always use it. She liked how Mr. Wiggles felt against her clit but hated his buzzing sound. Why couldn’t someone invent a vibrator that buzzed quietly? She didn’t know.

A crack of thunder rattled the window right before bigger drops became a sloppy drum roll against the glass. Carrie jumped, not expecting the thunder and smiled. She was safe. Only a thunderstorm. Soon, she would be giving her body a thunderstorm of its own. Did that make sense? She didn’t care, sloppy metaphors never bothered her and besides, didn’t an orgasm sometimes roll through her like thunder echoing against buildings? She went back to the story at hand, forgiving typos and dropped words on her quest for sexy ideas that would build her storm.

When she squirmed, she felt her wetness. If she touched her pussy, she would find it wet and slippery, like the characters in the story she read. The female characters were always big breasted, with narrow waists and oh-so-typical blonde. She lightly skimmed over the descriptions offered by authors unafraid of offering cliches. Why shouldn’t the characters be built on a scale match Greek gods? Porn stars augmented their bodies with enough silicone and collagen that they looked güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri like cartoon characters. Mainstream Hollywood actors bleached their teeth white enough to glow in the dark. It was okay if the lead male in the story she read had a cock big enough to qualify as an extra appendage. She wasn’t going to fuck that impossibly big dick, only her fingers and, maybe, Mr. Wiggles.

Carrie slipping her fingers inside the elastic band of her panties, slowly slipping her hand from side-to-side across her pubis as if her hand belonged to an unsure lover. She loved that first, tentative caress from an unsure lover feeling his way. She liked when he would test her willingness by slipping the tips of his fingers inside her pants, so cautious and tentative, testing the waters, checking to see if she would welcome his caress or reject it while he did his best to hold her captive with their lips pressed together. Did guys think kisses would distract a woman away from where their hand had roamed or did they realize that good kisses opened knees like strong winds could blow open unlatched doors?

She slipped her hand inside her panties and touched herself, feeling the soft down-like feel of her pubic hair. Carrie was glad she stopped shaving, preferring trimming over shaving. She had used a comb like a hairdresser to pull her curly hair away from her body before clipping it shorter with trimmers. She still shaved away the curly hair her panties wouldn’t cover, but that was all. Maybe she’d meet a man who could convince her shave again. She doubted it. Shaving was a hassle.

She felt her internal warmth, surely no more than 98.6, but still warmer than the rest of her skin. She welcomed the wet, slippery sensation of being aroused. She ran her finger around her clit a couple times, teasing herself, making a promise of more to come soon enough before sliding her hand up her body. She slipped her hand beneath her t-shirt, cupping her breast before fingers rocked her stiff nipple. Oh yeah, that felt good. Her clit ached for a repeat caress she didn’t give and that felt even better.

More thunder made Carrie jump and her heart race. Or maybe her heart was already racing from her caresses? She didn’t know or care. Carrie listened to the rain for a long moment. She listened for movement beyond locked door of her bedroom, making sure the suite was still silent before she got naked. She heard only fat rain drops seeking entry strong glass wouldn’t allow.

She pulled off her t-shirt and panties. She didn’t always pull off her panties. Sometimes, she kept her panties on, wiggled her finger in the ways that felt best and didn’t think twice about it. But not today. Not this time. She needed the greater access for what she had planned and panties simply wouldn’t do. It felt good being naked on top of her fluffy comforter. A gust of mixed air caressed her nakedness as the heating and cooling system kept her room at precisely seventy-three degrees.

She went back to her story, jumping to the good parts where the heroine arched her back and offered her pert, tiny ass to her lover. She liked how this particular author lingered over sex descriptions, carefully describing how body parts fit together while still maintaining the narrative of the story. She fingered her pussy as she read.

The sex wasn’t superfluous for this author, it a crucial element of the story, a character of its own. Filled with eager dread, the heroine offered her ass while her lover tenderly prepared her backside, making her want the unwantable. As she read about his cock finally entered into güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri her puckered backend opening, Carrie followed along. She moved her wet, slick finger farther between her legs and did the unthinkable. She pressed the tip of her finger inside her asshole and gasped when her world didn’t explode. She slipped her finger deeper, to its second knuckle and felt her ass squeezing around the intrusion. Her ass felt warmer than her pussy, obviously tighter, and it felt good!

Carrie slipped her finger in and out of her butt a several times, exploring and enjoying the new sensation and wondering why she had ever resisted doing this before. A finger felt good back there. Yes, her rear entry was tighter than her pussy and it triggered a different set of pleasure receptors. It felt wrong, no, naughty is a better description. Enjoying the sensation made her a very bad girl. She smiled. Sometimes, being a little bad could feel very good.

She had bought the smallest tube of KY jelly she could find, knowing an artificial lubricant would be important. She flipped the lid, applied a dab of the clear jelly on her fingertip and gazed at it for a second. It looked like a frozen raindrop, crystal clear and innocent looking. She reached between her legs once more, smearing the lube against her puckered opened and enjoying the sensation. Her finger slipped inside her butt with slippery ease. She knew that description was redundant and didn’t care. Sometimes, being redundant told the story best. She pushed her finger inside deeper than before and gasped again. She was doing it! She was finger-fucking her ass!

Her clitoris ached. She sort of hated when writers said a woman’s pussy ached. Her pussy never ached, her clit did. Maybe other women’s pussies ached? She didn’t know, she knew her pussy and no others. Regardless, she needed both hands and that required adjusting her setup. She propped her tablet up in the arms of her big stuffed teddy bear leaning against the wall. He was never afraid of thunderstorms that came too late in the year. He was never afraid of the dark or living so far away from home.

Like most things in her life, she had pre-planned this part of her solo afternoon by loading a series of pictures on her tablet inside a special folder. She began a slide show of girls enjoying it up the ass. Pictures were a lame substitute for words. Carrie preferred words, she preferred knowing the circumstances behind the picture, she wanted to know who was doing what and why. Porn pictures only wanted to shock and surprise with their graphic explicitness. But she was armed with stories in her mind. She had matched every picture with pieces of stories well-read and read again. The pictures were hieroglyphs for those stories and a few of her own.

Using both hands made things cluttered down there. She turned on her side and fingered her asshole from behind as the slide show began. That left her other hand free for diddling on her clit which made the finger up her ass feel even better as her slideshow advanced. The first few pictures were girls doing what she was doing, pretty women sneaking a fingertip into their “no” hole. As the pictures advanced, the women in the pictures had clearly decided “no” was more a “maybe, just not too deep.” Except that didn’t match real life. In real life, shoving her finger deep inside her ass felt better than she had anticipated, a lot better. In fact, it felt fucking good. Each time a wave of pleasure surged through her body, she felt her asshole tighten around her finger. She felt the resistance of her intrusion and it güvenilir bahis şirketleri triggered another feel good wave of pleasure.

Carrie grew more curious. If one finger felt good . . . She held her index and middle fingers together and gave it a try. Slowly, ready to stop at the first sign of pain or discomfort, she experimented with two fingers back there, up her butt, inside her ass. First was a deep gasp as pleasure washed over her like another wave of intense rain windblown against her window. Her sharp intake of breath allowed a soft moan, so soft, too soft to ever leave her room. She wanted this.

She wanted this more than she ever thought she would and lost control of herself. She rubbed her clit in tight, tiny circles, pressing hard against it and nearly buzzing with her urgency. She felt her orgasm welling up deep inside her core, frothing, bubbling, building until it exploded inside of her and that felt best of all. Her ass clenched with the rhythm of her orgasm, squeezed against her probing fingers, and she came harder than she could remember with an orgasm that lasted longer than thunder echoing through the city.

“Oh my God,” she told her teddy bear who had watched it all with plastic, unseeing eyes. She wiggled and squirmed on her bed, rolling on top of Mr. Wiggles. She felt the stiff piece of plastic beneath her hip and knew what had to happen next.

The slideshow pictures showed women with toys. Not dildos or vibrators because those pictures had been too graphic for her. Instead, she had saved pictures of girls wearing raccoon tails attached to butt plugs. She had saved pictures showing the jeweled tip of a designer butt plug, and only the jeweled tip, because the rest of the toy was hidden inside a woman’s eager and playful butt. Carrie knew a toy could fit there, in theory. It was time to test theory with practice.

She lubed her toy, coating Mr. Wiggles with a thin sheen of lubricant while comparing his size to her fingers. Compared to two fingers, Mr. Wiggles was bigger, but he was smaller than the girth of three fingers and that seemed okay. Mr. Wiggles had a tapered tip. Carrie pressed that tapered tip against her puckered backside. She pressed and pushed and felt it slipping inside of her before she smiled. She was doing it. She was fucking her ass!

She dared to turn him on while she rubbed her clit again. He buzzed. He buzzed deep inside of her. With a gentle push, buzzed even deeper inside and that made her front side feel good, too. Carrie whimpered as another orgasm approached. Her slideshow restarted and she barely noticed. Those girls tentatively poking their fingers inside their asses were rookies compared to her. She had graduated to the big leagues, from a fingertip to a toy, a real toy, a toy as big as any man she had known.

Carrie arched her back, welcoming the unfamiliar intrusion as Mr. Wiggles buzzed delightful inside her body. She rubbed her swollen clit and kept rubbing until another seized her body with pleasure. Having a toy up her ass felt better than fingers. A toy left her free to notice how her ass clenched and squeezed. She felt full, much fuller than her fingers as she rode her orgasm to its conclusion.

As the storm softened, so did Carrie’s lustfulness. She washed her toy and took a shower before hiding Mr. Wiggles back in her drawer. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror above her dresser. She had found a new way to play and would be revisiting it very soon, but first, she needed to adjust to her slideshow.

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Author’s Note: Sometimes it feels good to see if you can write a hot little story in 2500 words or less. I think I did that. I know I sure tried. Your votes, notes, and comments are always appreciated. A HUGE thank you belongs to my editor: patientlee who somehow found the time to give this story a once over though she has a remarkably busy life. Mistakes remain my own and not hers.

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“Debby Knut with the big old butt.” The sound of that chant rings in my ears to this day. In kindergarten I realized that my butt was bigger than most other girls my age. Rather than I noticed, it was actually pointed out to me routinely by other children. “Debby Knut with the big old butt” was sung as I jumped rope while other girls just herd rhymes such as “My Mother told me.”

I hated having a big butt. Some of the African American girls had butts that resembled mine, and I began hanging out with many of them, in hopes of not feeling different. This was not a very popular thing for a blond girl to do in the deep South back in the day.

It is not likely that it actually helped. What it did do was attract the attention of African American boys by the time I was in Middle School. Even the ones in High School began calling me. “Debby Knut with the Big fine butt.” No matter how they meant it, I did not find this flattering at all.

Around this age, even my brothers took notice of my butt. In my panties and night shirt before bed, my brothers would whistle and slap me on the ass.

When we went swimming, over and over they would pull my bikini bottoms down exposing my ass, whether I was in the water or on the beach. I became a very good swimmer, as I went farther out into the ocean and swam faster than the boys to keep them away. These summers in the ocean appeared to only make my thighs more sturdy and my butt muscles to form a bubble butt.

Bubble butt is another term I hated. While dancing jazz and ballet, the girls would call me “bubble butt.” The instructor encouraged me to ignore them as they were just jealous. Of what I could not understand.

Even having an adult woman (Our dance teacher), that I respected highly, bluntly explain; “Every one of the boys get an instant erection when you dance in your tights. It is your ass that turns them on!” did not help. Turn on or not, I did not want them looking at my butt.

Dancing, as swimming, had kept me very fit and very skinny. Also just as swimming had, it further shaped my ass. Each decision I made further enhanced my butt, with bikinis and dance tights further showing it off.

More than once each and every day of my teen age years, I was told how sexy my ass was. I missed that it was a form of compliment, despising any mention of my ass.

High School dances became an opportunity for the boys to pick a slow dance and place their hands on my ass. Every song was taken, I was never left wanting for someone to ask me to dance. No matter how fast the song, every dance was a slow dance for me.

I wanted to give up on boys completely, maybe become a lesbian. illegal bahis I was in this state of mind when I met Steve. Steve seemed different. He was the first boy who did not grab or even comment on my ass. As we were both in our Senior year of College, I should say man rather than boy. And yes, from an early age men to include teachers, professors, and fathers of my friends had noticed my ass. But, as I said, Steve was different. Not once did I catch him staring at my ass.

Steve and I began dating and became lovers. He was so gentle in taking my virginity. We had long and intimate conversations. We were in love. Showing me a ring, he asked me to marry him a week before graduation. We would be starting our careers as a married couple.

Steve withheld the ring from me. That weekend, he assured me that he would give it to me in front of his parents. It would be a very big weekend, not only would we be engaged, but this would be the first time he took me home to see his parents.

His parents were very nice. His mother was especially sweet and kind to me. We hit it off from the start, we had a great deal in common. One of the things just happened to be the shape of our asses.

What we did not have in common was our attitude about it. She appeared very proud of her ass, wearing tight pants, overtly wiggling it at Steve’s father. I was shocked when he slapped her on the ass saying “come here my big sexy assed wife” pulling her onto his lap. This done in front of me and their son, while she giggled no less.

As his parents were heading off to bed, Steve took the opportunity to ask me to marry him in front of them, on bended knee. He did not however yet give me my ring, instead holding it out as if luring me up the stairs, this right behind his Mother.

Upstairs his Parents entered their bedroom, the Father once again patting his Wife’s large ass as she entered the room, which was accompanied by him winking at me just before he shut their door. Steve and I were allowed to sleep together in his old bedroom, which happened to be next door to his Parents.

As we closed our bedroom door, I immediately inquired of Steve “do you think that your Parents like me.” Without hesitation he assured me that they were indeed smitten with me.

He as well pointed me to a vent in his bedroom wall. Sitting on his bed, I could hear his Parent’s conversation as if sitting in the same room.

Steve’s Mother, in answer to an inquiry by his Father, was raving about me: “She is a beautiful girl. Very intelligent, witty, and caring.” Her compliments continued almost endlessly. She seemed truly happy to have me as part of the family.

As illegal bahis siteleri she winded down, she turned the question to his Father, “Need I ask your thoughts? You were obviously taken by her and her ass.”

Initially I was shocked and hurt, even Steve’s Mother cannot look past my big ass. They have been so nice, would Steve’s Father criticize my ass too? “As I have always said Dear, big ass equals a big heart. She is as lovely as you my Dear, and her ass is as lovely as yours.”

Throughout his Parent’s conversation, Steve whispered in my ear how they were so taken by me. Even as his Father talked about MY ass, Steve told me how his Father had always loved his Mother’s ass. As his Father continued to share his admiration of my ass, Steve directed me to stand on the bed. From this angle, not only could I hear his parents, but I had a clear view of them as well.

“Mom”, as she had directed me to call her, was laying on her stomach on their bed, her ass up and clearly in view. Her ass was actually very lovely. “Dad” ran his hands adoringly over her big butt, as he continued to talk about mine. While Dad raved about my ass, he ran his cock between Mom’s wonderful cheeks.

Dad’s cock! I just noticed how hard he was. Steve’s whispered commentary pointed out how it was my ass that had made Dad’s cock hard. “His cock has been clearly visible from the time that you bent over picking up the keys I dropped when we walked in. I thought mom was going to get bent over and fucked on top of the coffee table because of your ass. Surprised Mom made it up to now before Dad fucked her big ass.”

Dad was indeed entering Mom’s sexy big ass! It was amazing to watch. Slowly but steadily his cock slid into her ass while she raised it up for him. After a short pause, he began slowly lovingly fucking her.

Mom’s moans became distinguishable words. “Do you like Debby’s butt? Do you want to fuck Debby’s butt?” She was using my ass to turn him on. And it was working! His cock was fucking her harder and harder. “Fuck Debby’s big ass. Fuck your Daughter In-Law’s Ass, fill it with your cum, Daddy!” As he rolled off of her, I saw Mom’s most beautiful ass, cum slowly leaking and dripping out.

Steve, brought my mind back to our own room, putting my ring on my finger. “You like big diamonds, I like big asses. You want this ring, I want your ass. You slip your finger into the ring tonight, I will be slipping my cock into your ass tonight.”

Following Mom’s example, I laid on the bed, Steve lovingly massaging my ass. Feeling his hands and hard cock on my ass cheeks, I pictured Mom’s beautiful ass. Mom’s ass could easily be the twin canlı bahis siteleri to mine. Could I accept that my ass was beautiful? Did Steve really think it was? His hands were replaced by his lips, trailing kisses over my ass cheeks. Spreading my large cheeks, I felt his tongue tickling my asshole.

I guess he really does love my ass, I am learning to love his tongue on my ass. As it penetrated my tight little asshole it felt amazing. I lifted my ass wanting more, releasing a moan. As his tongue fucked my ass faster and faster, my moans became louder, more uncontrolled. I feared Mom and Dad would hear, I wanted Mom and Dad to hear.

Steve too soon replaced his tongue with a finger lubricating my virgin asshole. I was very thankful that Mom and Dad buy lubricant by the gallon. Fear began engulfing me, simultaneously lust engulfed me.

I wanted Steve’s cock in my beautiful ass. Working up the courage, I forced my voice to act: “I need your cock in my ass NOW!” Was that as loud as it sounded? Mom and Dad had to of heard, their future daughter In-Law beg like a slut. Would they lose respect? No, it would make Dad’s cock hard again!

That thought caused me to picture Dad’s cock just as I felt a large cockhead pressing against my ass. As I saw Mom do, I pressed against it. It was so big stretching my ass. I could hear myself whimper.

Slowly, I was able to think again. Steve was not moving, he was allowing me to adjust, I heard his voice encouraging, helping me. “Relax, Relax, calm, relax your gorgeous ass. Your ass feels wonderful, I love you, I love your ass.”

His cock was pushing deeper, no, I was pressing back, forcing it deeper. I need his cock filling my ass. I need him to fuck it.

“Make love, to my ass later” I whispered. “Fuck my ass, now! Steve fuck me like Dad fucked your Mother!”

“Your ass is too tight, it will hurt you” he argued.

I just needed my ass fucked, I want to feel my ass in the same way I saw Mom’s ass. Beautiful, lust worthy, a thing of love.

I pressed my ass harder against Steve, lifting it higher. He could hold back not longer, he gave me the fucking I desired. I was so full, my ass stretched so tight. I could feel my orgasm building. Pulling a pillow under me, it lifted my ass higher giving me something to press my clit against. The orgasm came, it made me scream, it made me convulse. So wonderful.

I went black, I slept.

Every movement reminded me that my ass had been fucked last night. Each step down the stairs felt like Steve’s cock thrusting into me. I emerged into the dining room, breakfast sitting on the bar. Steve and his father sat on the opposite side, while Mom directed me to come stand by her.

“May I assume you will not be sitting?” Mom asked while Dad continued to smile adoringly at me. While we ate, Mom’s loving hand rubbed my sore ass, “Welcome to the family, Baby, welcome to the family.”

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Sisters work it out, Amie plays well in small groups, and Beth’s Virgin ass, finally!

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Any hopes I had of sleeping in were destroyed with the cacophonous pounding.

I looked over at my alarm clock and growled when I saw it was a few minutes past 9.

Heathens.

As the pounding continued, I knew I’d get no more rest. I struggled through my morning ablutions and a little more ready for the world, headed out to find out what the bloody blue blazes was creating such a racket.

There was a crowd just outside the house, sawing and hammering away. Exiting through the plastic sheathing in the living room, I found Jim at the center of things, with Joe and his youngest brother Eric working off to one side. Even the girls were hard at it, providing extra hands where required. I saw Beth and Robin hauling wood from the backyard, Debbie and Amie were holding boards in place while the guys looked to be framing the walls. I was a little surprised to see Amie there, after the little escapade we’d had before I left. Even the tykes were at work, tasked with picking up the scraps and even given some holding and measuring jobs.

I’m not much of a craftsman, but fortunately we had Eric’s professional help, and I’d worked with both Joe and Jim before, building garages and porches, and this seemed to be pretty much the same. It was a pretty big space, now that I looked it over, and Jim confirmed it was 28′ by 20′, big enough for our new dining room, and an additional family room. It nearly ran the entire length of the house.

“It’s about time, slacker,” Jim ragged me. “Now we can have two teams. You’ll work with me; we’ll leave the pros the hard stuff,” he added, nodding toward Joe and his brother, who didn’t do much more than give me a nod.

“Not ’til he’s eaten something,” Debbie announced from behind me, placing a bacon and egg sandwich in my hand.

“Jesus, Debbie. He’s spoiled enough, already,” Jim said.

I shut up and ate, wondering what this was costing me – in dollars and in favors. Looking around I saw that the sills had already been lined up and drilled and they were laying out the walls on the ground and framing them complete before standing them upright.

By the time we broke for lunch, we had nearly finished the walls. Karen had showed up, from God knows where, and together with Debbie had setup make-shift tables in the back yard.

Once again, at lunch, I recounted a bit of my tales of Spain, while we discussed the progress. Joe was seated next to me, and leaned in. “Who’s the new babe with the glasses?”

“Amie? She was here when we did the original work,” I reminded him.

“I thought so. Any chance of an introduction for Eric? He’s smitten.”

That would be nice, I thought. And it would help get her sights off of me. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Eric was acting tongue-tied and nervous, bracketed by Beth and Robin, while the girls grilled him. With a couple of sandwiches in me, I drew Beth aside, and got her buy-in. We agreed to push the two together.

It was fun to watch the interplay, as most of us worked to get the two together, while trying not to be overly obvious. Since they were the only ones not in some kind of relation, it wasn’t too hard. And he wasn’t a bad looking guy. Hell, none of Joe’s siblings were.

By the time we called it a day, we had done the lion’s share of the work. The walls and trusses were up, and the exterior sheathing was in place. An interior wall nearly bisected the space creating a 20′ x 13′ dining area and a 20′ x 15′ family room. Still a lot of work to do, but most of the rest could be done a little at a time, with the exterior elements at bay. It had seemed like we’d built a really strange roof on the extension, and I figured they were making attic storage space, but Robin and Eric explained that the idea was to make it easy to extend the upstairs if we ever felt the need. Extend the upstairs? With the new addition we were already looking at over 3000 square feet. Never mind the exterior buildings.

When Debbie took a dinner head-count, Joe called home, and instead of abandoning us, convinced Cathy to come by, and bring the kids. By the time we’d cleaned up, covered the windows and the exterior side door, Debbie had our meal ready, and Cathy was hard at work beside her. There was still some light left, and with such a big crowd, we ate outside again, this time a huge spaghetti feast, with what looked like about a hundred meatballs, although Debbie assured me there were only 30 or so. Only. Each one looked like a meal in itself, nearly the size of a baseball.

Our efforts at pushing Amie and Eric together seemed to be paying off, as they sat together and chatted, with Beth seated by Eric on the other side, and playing matchmaker. Debbie and Cathy were bracketing Joe, and the teasing looked relentless. At one point he almost spit out a mouth full of food, and I wished I was close enough to hear more. I was between Beth and Karen, and with Jim and Robin seated a good bit away it seemed like güvenilir bahis as good a time as any to work on the ‘Sisters Issue’.

“What’s the latest on you guys and Robin?” I asked, innocently enough. “I know the three of you are together behind closed doors a lot. The “sharing” thing working out?”

“Jack, I don’t want to talk about that here,” she said softly.

I laughed aloud, “Look around, nobody even knows we’re alive.” I nodded toward Debbie, on Karen’s far side, and at Beth beside me. “They’re too busy giving the Howard boys a hard time. So spill.”

She heaved a sigh. “It’s not bad.”

“I bet Jim’s loving it. Going from nothing to you two wild things.”

“Well, we’re not quite all the way there yet.”

“Not ‘all the way’? What does that mean?”

“Damn you’re nosy! It means that he doesn’t get to fuck her,” she said so softly I could barely hear her. “She gets to help, but that is it.”

“Really. And how long do you think that’s going to work?”

I was surprised to see her blush. “I don’t know. It’s just so hard to take that next step. I’ve come close a couple of times, but I just can’t do it.”

“Maybe tonight would be a good time. Make it a sort of reward. And make it clear you’re in charge,” I encouraged her.

“Could you help?” she asked, unexpectedly.

“Help?”

“Yeah. You know, if you joined us, you could make it happen, and it wouldn’t be all on my shoulders.”

“Karen, as tempting as that sounds, I don’t think Beth or Debbie would look kindly on my adding your sister to my ‘friends with benefits’ list.”

“Why not? She’s the only one here over the age of 10 you’re not screwing already?” She pointedly looked around the table, and I realized she was almost right. So far I had been with every woman at the table, at least once. Her sister’s little scene the day before was the only one she didn’t know about.

“I still think you’d be better off doing this one on your own.”

“Please, Jack. If you were just there, it would be so much easier for me. You know I can’t say no to you.”

I closed my eyes and stopped to ponder the complexity of my life. I turned to her and gave her a hug. “I’ll see what I can do, Ok? No promises yet.”

She reached over and put her hand between my legs. “Thanks Jack. You’ve always come through for me. As far back as I remember, you’ve used me, and even abused me, but you’ve never let me down. Well maybe that civil war thing, but that wasn’t your fault.”

I leaned in to Beth to see how things were going over there. “Progress?”

She leaned toward me and whispered, “Almost closed the deal. He’s a little slow, but he’s coming around. I think with a few more beers in him and with a little more work on my part, we can get over that first big step.”

“I’m working on the ‘Sisters Issue’,” I told her.

“That’s good. If we could just get them to play nice, it would make everything around here a lot better. I mean it’s already a lot better, but Robin, well you know.”

After the previous day’s shared experience, we both knew. Young Robin was wound tighter than a clock spring.

“I know. That’s what I’m working on. They’re playing house together, but Robin only gets to play half the game. Karen’s on the brink of letting her sister have a full share.”

“Tell me later,” she murmured, with a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned her wicked intentions back to the nascent couple we were trying to bring together.

After dinner, I made an effort to help put things away, but I was told, in no uncertain terms, that my first priority was to get myself cleaned up. The other gentlemen present were given similar edicts, and when Eric made as if he was going to head out, he was encouraged to just take a quick shower here, since we had 4 and a half bathrooms anyway, and I’d loan him a clean t-shirt and shorts. He didn’t put up much resistance, and was sent off to use the big bathroom upstairs.

While we settled who was going to get cleaned up, and where, Karen and Cathy ushered the kids into bed. They were beat, after the day’s events, and even having visitors over wasn’t enough to keep them from dreamland.

Beth showed up at the beginning of my shower, giggling. I watched her strip and climb into the shower with me. “This could be interesting.” She informed me. “Whatever you’re doing must be working. I saw Jim and Robin head off to shower together.”

“And Karen isn’t monitoring the situation?”

“Nope. She and Cathy are dealing with the little ones, and helping Debbie clean up. Amie’s using my room upstairs to shower. Come to think of it, that may be the first time that shower’s ever been used.” She passed me the soap, and I helped lather her up, then she returned the favor. “So, what’s the scoop?”

“Karen’s letting Robin play around, but she’s not allowed to screw Jim.”

“That sucks. And?”

“And she asked me to help them take the next step.” It was nice to rinse the soap off of her smooth young body.

“Help them? How? Don’t tell me they don’t know how to screw,” she sounded türkçe bahis a little irritated, and her lathering of my ‘boys’ was a little rougher than I’d prefer.

“She just wants me there, sort of the directing force behind going all the way. When we’re together, she always gives in to me, and she thinks that it’d be easier for her that way. I think she’s nuts.”

“Don’t you dare fuck Robin,” Beth said.

“I don’t plan on it.”

“I know about you and your plans. I don’t care what she or Karen wants. Don’t do it. If you ever go down that path, it’ll be with me there, right?”

I wondered if that was a hint at the previous day’s escapade, and a possible future replay. “Absolutely.” I pulled her close and let my hands wander freely. “It’s not like I really want to anyway. Not with you here.”

“Don’t start, Jack. Everyone’s out there waiting for us.”

My hand had reached between her legs, and I was rubbing her. “Let ’em wait a bit.”

“Damn, can’t you wait a little while?”

“I was hoping you’d take care of things, sort of take the edge off before I head up with Karen and Robin. Last thing I need is to be all worked up in a room with those two.”

“Jesus, you are so bad.”

“And you’re so good, beautiful girl.” She leaned back into me, as my fingers plumbed her depths.

“At least let’s finish up in here, before we use up all the hot water.”

With an 80 gallon tank upstairs, and the Master Bedroom using its own tankless heater, that wasn’t a likely danger, but I went along rather than argue the point. Who wants to argue with a beautiful naked teenager anyway?

We dried off together, and I waited in the bedroom while she dried and brushed her hair. She was in such a hurry, but still had 10 minutes to spend on her hair. Eventually she made it to the bedroom, where I was waiting patiently, just as naked as her.

She walked over and sat beside me, reaching over and caressing my cock which had wilted while waiting.

“Looks like there’s no edge left to take off,” she teased.

I reached over and pulled her down to the bed, kissing her, and once more letting my hands wander where they would. Her hand didn’t do much wandering, staying focused between my legs.

As I firmed up, I moved between her legs, opening her up and positioned myself to enter her. She reached down and lined me up. With her guidance, I slid inside, ecstatic to be where I was. I kissed her deeply, and thrust home, filling her.

“I can’t believe I’m letting you screw me, with an entire house full of guests just beyond that door.”

“Just don’t scream too much,” I teased.

“You wish, buster. You’d love that, having me screaming out so everyone would know just what you’re up to.”

“And right now, I’m up to about 8 inches deep in the sexiest girl I know.”

“Liar. Debbie’s still out there,” she reminded me.

“You are just as sexy as her,” I insisted, thrusting into her hard, reaffirming my feelings.

“I wish,” she said softly.

I stopped my motion, lingering above her with my cock head barely buried. “Don’t. You are an absolutely amazing woman. Don’t you know by now what you do to me?”

“I know. I know you want me. Sometimes I just don’t understand why. And if you did want me that much, why do you always go back to Karen and Cathy, and even girls like Amie, Robin and who knows who else?”

“Say the word, and I’ll never touch another one of them again.”

“I don’t think you could.”

I slid my cock deep inside of her. “Try me.”

Before she could answer me, I heard a pounding. “You guys going to come out and join us?” I heard Karen call from beyond the door.

Beth started pushing me away, leaving me hard and wanting. “Damn! I’m so embarrassed. Get dressed; you’ll just have to wait a few more minutes to fuck Karen with that thing.”

I stood beside her, while she climbed off the bed. I took her into my arms. “The hell with her. The hell with all of them. Let’s just lock the door and break the bed.”

She hugged me tight. “It’s Ok. I know you love me. I’m just feeling a little insecure right now.”

“I’m sorry. You should never feel insecure. I love you madly, and I’m lucky to have you in my life.”

“I love you too, but we’ve put a lot of things in play, and I think we’d better head out there and deal with ’em. I think Amie needs some help landing Eric, and if you can do anything to resolve the sisters thing, it would make all of our lives a little easier.” She released me, and went to the closet to get dressed. I just threw on some shorts and a t-shirt.

We were already late for the party going on in the living room. The laughing and ruckus gave every indication we hadn’t been missed too much.

The couch was already full to overflowing, with Joe wedged between Cathy and Debbie, and Karen seated at the end. The love-seat looked to have a bit of room, which was quickly remedied by Beth scooting in on one side of Eric, with Amie already perched on his other side. Her added presence required Eric and Amie to get even closer. güvenilir bahis siteleri Amie had obviously found plenty of time to clean up. She was wearing a long t-shirt that reached halfway down her thighs, and if my guess was right, not a whole lot else. Her hair looked wet, and was tied back. She looked good – really good. Lucky Eric.

My favorite recliner was still open, but I felt a little lonely sitting there by myself. It did give me a great view of all the interactions, and it was entertaining. When Amie moved, I had a good look up her legs, and strove to see if my guess was right.

I wasn’t lonely long. Robin came traipsing down the stairwell, and after a quick survey of the room she bounced over and planted herself in my lap – with a teasing little wiggle.

“Have a nice shower?”

“Not as nice as yours, I imagine,” she laughed, adding another wriggle.

“I behaved myself, mostly, I’ll have you know.”

“Oh, too bad. Mine wasn’t completely innocent, but not as naughty as I’d wish. I’m telling you, Jack, Karen’s driving me nuts with this deal of hers.”

“I’m glad you’re sticking with the plan, though.” Her constant rolling of her hips in my lap was resulting in a perfectly reasonable response.

Jim showed up around then, and after a quick glance around the room, seated himself at Karen’s feet, getting involved in that conversation.

Robin leaned back, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Her face was close to mine and she whispered, “Lots of subplots going on here, where do you thing this is all going?”

I had to admit I had no idea. “My guess is that Debbie and Cathy will be taking Joe into the bedroom before too long, and make his day.” I was a little surprised at the thought. It wasn’t like Debbie, even though she’d been with Joe a couple of times already.

“And what are Beth and Amie up to?” She asked, bringing my attention to that group, nibbling on my ear at the same time.

“I don’t imagine they’ll be going too far, but I imagine before Eric leaves here, he’ll be working on a way to be with Amie, let’s say, more thoroughly.”

“I hope she doesn’t let him close the deal too quickly. We could sure use a couple more days of his help,” Robin chuckled.

“I guess that Beth will do her best to be the regulator of that relationship. She seemed eager enough to bring them together.”

“And that leaves you and me, and Karen and JimBob,” she observed.

“I guess it does.”

Debbie extricated herself from the couch and came over to me. “Help me out in the kitchen a moment, will ya, Jack?”

I dislodged Robin, and walked across the room with the incomparable Debbie. Once in the kitchen she turned to me. “Cathy wants to stay tonight. And she’d like me to stay with her and Joe. What do you think?”

I smiled and pulled her close. “You two have been teasing him unmercifully all night,” I observed.

“It’s too easy.” She smiled, and I knew she was having fun. “Would you mind, much?”

“If you’re Ok with it, I think it’d be a nice thing to do.”

“Care to join us?” she asked, her hands rubbing up and down my sides.

“If it’s alright with you, I thought I’d try to help Karen, Robin and Jim resolve a couple of issues. I’m not going to do Robin, but Karen wants my support while she finally lets the other two get together.”

“Jeez. What have they been doing up in that room?” She asked, surprised.

“Apparently everything but the real thing. Karen just wants me there to sort of ‘encourage’ her to let the other two seal the deal. I don’t imagine it’ll take all that long. I’ll join you after.”

“Don’t take too long,” she said. She leaned in and gave me a warm kiss. “I’ll be waiting.” She turned and headed back to the living room.

I sighed, and then followed her back in. I went over to Karen. “Say your good-nights. I think it’s time for us to head up.”

I took my own advice and thanked Eric and Amie for the help, and gave Beth a quick kiss. “I’ll be back before too long.”

“Don’t be in too much of a hurry,” she answered softly.

As I turned and headed up the stairs, Robin trotted over to my side. “What’s going on Jack?”

“That’s up to your sister,” I told her, tugging her up beside me and patting her ass, on the way upstairs.

With the four of us in Karen’s room, I directed my attention to Robin. She seemed surprised when I sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her close. “Let’s see if that t-shirt is true.” The words written across it, ‘Sleeps Well With Others,’ might well be tested.

I peeled the shirt off of her, exposing her breasts, and pulled her close enough for a taste. After a minute or two, I undid her pants and lowered those as well. She was going commando, no surprise there. I stood, picked her up and laid her out on the bed. Within minutes I was between her legs, getting my first taste of her. Feeling a shift on the bed, I looked over to see that Jim was back to his old tricks, playing follow the leader. Still half-dressed, he was going down on Karen.

My purpose was simple enough, and after a couple of minutes of fun, when I had Robin really worked up, I climbed off of her and got undressed. She bounced off the bed and helped me, then dropped to her knees and I once more had a chance to sample her excellent oral skills.

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There comes a time in a man’s life when he doesn’t exactly know what he wants, but is content with what he has. A time when a man decides that he doesn’t want to take risks or chances, but instead will sit and long after the things he so desperately desires. This usually occurs when a man is still young…in his 20’s or 30’s…and has his whole life ahead of him. Choices are hard to make, yes, but you can’t just ignore the opportunities in front of you. That will lead to madness.

That’s the case with 28-year-old Nick. Nick was not a professional businessman. Nick was not a rich, gem-collector or wealth enthusiast. Nick was average. Nothing special about him. He had an average house, and average paycheck, and average body…just an average life. The only thing that was possibly above-average concerning Nick was the size of his cock, but that didn’t matter, because he was only average at dating girls. The strange thing about Nick’s “condition” was that Nick continued to tell himself that he was actually doing well. He told himself every morning that he was “above-average,” no matter what his paycheck says. This positive attitude was probably the only thing that kept him going.

A few months ago, however, Nick had an encounter that rocked his world. It was completely the opposite of anything he had ever done. He had made a choice. He had amazing sex with his beautiful next-door neighbor, Julia. Using Julia as his motivation, Nick was finally able to make a decision: to fuck the hell out of her fine ass.

Now, three months had passed, and Nick had intentionally avoided his beautiful neighbor. They had not spoken since the night of their wild sex. Nick pondered many times why this was true. Why would he just give in to his fears, his philosophy on life, and just go fuck her? Or, even have a relationship with her! Imagine that! But alas, he would always choose to just “go the the store” or “go rent a movie” instead.

One cold, January morning, Nick awoke to a cup of coffee. He loved the taste, the smell, and was content. He decided to run outside and grab the newspaper. He bundled up (he was surprised that he had to, since the weather in Texas is so unpredictable), and headed outside. He trotted briskly to the moist newspaper in the middle of the yard, picked it up, and turned back to enter his house…when he heard a sound. It was a very familiar sound. It was Julia’s voice, speaking to someone outside on her front porch.

‘Who could she possibly be speaking to?’ thought Nick. After all, it was about 8:00. Nobody gets company at 8:00.

Nobody except Julia. She was laughing, talking to a tall, muscular male with fairly long, brown hair. The man looked like he could break Julia in half. Nick was astonished. He ran inside, closed the door, ran down his obnoxious maze of hallways, and finally arrived in his bedroom. He quickly, but silently, peeked out the blinds of his “window of guilt,” as he came to call it. He watched the two for a while, then opened the window.

“I know!” Julia’s voice rang out loudly, laughing as she spoke. “I still can’t believe how great it was…” Her voice trailed off…

‘No way.’ Nick thought to himself. illegal bahis ‘She’s fucking another guy?!’

You see, even though Nick hadn’t spoken to Julia since their first fuck, he still felt the stings of jealousy. Motivation enough, it seemed, to finally encounter Julia once again.

‘Not now…’ Nick spoke in his head. ‘Later this evening…’

Around 6:25 that evening, Nick stepped out of his house, locked the door, and headed to his next-door-neighbor’s house. He arrived just as he did three months ago, observing everything on her porch, and paying special attention to the two white chairs that Julia and her “friend” had sat on earlier that morning.

He knocked on the door confidently, and prepared a pose for when she opened the door. It took a while for the door to open. The door opened, and Julia’s bright face peeked through. Her smile faded when she saw who it was. She simply shut the door in his face.

“Julia?” Nick yelled. It was the first time he verbally communicated with her in three months.

“Go away.” Julia yelled back.

“I came to talk to you…” Nick explained.

“You want another quick fuck?” Julia asked harshly.

“No…I just felt jealous of that man earlier.” Nick explained hastily.

“I bet you were.” Julia cooly responded. “There’s a lot to be jealous of, isn’t there?”

“But…” Nick continued. Nick then heard a voice from inside the house that he did not recognize.

“Babe, who the hell is that?” the low voice asked. It was the man from earlier.

“No one, sweety.” Julia sweet-talked. Nick heard footsteps; Julia walked away from the door completely.

Nick was left outside, contemplating his actions the past three months. It wasn’t long before he heard moans.

“Oh, yes…baby….mmmm…fuck my ass…!” Julia panted, gasping for air.

Nick’s cock hardened when he heard this, but his heart sank with jealousy.

“Mmm…fuck…I’m about to…cum…”

Nick considered leaving, but his cock was too hard to ignore.

“Ugh…yeah, baby…I feel that tight ass…” the deep voice yelled.

Nick unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock, moaning and grunting with the people inside the home.

“Mmm…” he purred. His moans grew louder with his strokes. Eventually, he was practically screaming. Ths situation was just too taboo and too hot for him. Suddenly, the door swung open.

“Get the fuck in here.” Julia yelled, her hair a mess. She was wearing only a thong and the large man was holding her from behind.

Nick quickly ran inside, not believing his luck, and waited for instructions.

“I am still pissed at you, Nick.” Julia explained, a little tipsy. Nick noted the empty bottles of vodka on a table in the middle of the den. “But I need two cocks in me, and that’s all there is to it.”

Nick looked up at the towering giant that was her “partner.” He was very muscular, and had a very large cock, bigger than his own.

“What about him?” Nick couldn’t help but ask.

“Obviously, he’ll be one of the two cocks, stupid-ass.” Julia stated harshly at first, then collapsed into a drunk laughing fit. The large man

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“Hello. I’m Pravin,” the large man stated, extending his hand. Nick shook hands, but couldn’t wait to fuck Julia’s tight butt.

“Well, let’s get started!” Nick exclaimed excitedly.

With that, Nick slowly approached Julia, and began sucking her breasts, biting them in every location…

“No, Nick. Fuck the foreplay. I need cock.” she panted.

Pravin, in one swift movement, thrusted his enormous cock up Julia’s pussy. Julia screamed in shock. She fell over, on the couch, with Pravin under her. Pravin thrusted upward into her pussy while Julia fucked his cock as best as she could.

“My god…Nick…give me some more cock…” Julia commanded. Nick climbed up on top of the mass of bodies and stuck his cock straight down Julia’s throat. Julia bobbed up and down, gagging a few times, and using her lips as best as she could, as if trying to suck his cum to the surface. Pravin continued his pounding, and, with a spare hand, pushed the back of Julia’s head forward into Nick’s cock. Nick was fucking her mouth, Julia was sucking it, and Pravin was helping the whole thing along. It was like a machine. Julia just took it in, her eyes closed, her mouth tightly wrapped around the shaft. Nick was doing some pounding of his own, thrusting his cock in her mouth until he reached the hilt, then pulling out and repeating the process. It wasn’t long before a position change was in order.

Nick pulled out of Julia’s mouth, which smelled of alcohol, and stood aside while Pravin lifted Julia off of his cock. Nick didn’t realize truly how large Pravin’s cock was until now. It was at least 10 inches, a large, purple head crowning the organ, and a veiny, pulsating shaft leading down to cum-filled balls. Nick had a strange desire to see that cock fuck Julia’s ass. Julia then stood up, positioned Nick in front of her, and Pravin

in back of her. She first leaned forward onto Nick’s cock, feeling it fill her. Next, she let Pravin take her ass. That beautiful, lush, creamy ass was parted by a large cock, one inch at a time. Nick moaned upon hearing Julia’s gasps; there was no way that Pravin’s cock would fit in her ass. Still, Pravin continued to watch his cock disappear inside Julia’s pink asshole. Nick was right. His cock was too large. Regardless, they both began

pumping in and out of Julia in both ends, trying to match tempos to make the experience more remarkable. Julia felt full enough to explode. She wrapped her legs around Nick’s waist, and Pravin supported her butt with his hands. Julia was now suspended in air. This gave Pravin better access to her asshole.

Pravin couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her butt, and pulled it towards his cock, slamming the girl as far as he could go. Julia moaned and wriggled around, feeling such pleasure. Nick also picked up the pace, fucking her throbbing pussy faster. Nick used Pravin as support as he slammed his cock in and out of Julia’s pussy. Julia couldn’t believe the waves of pleasure running through her body.

“Boys….oh my…mmmm” was all she managed to get out. She was clearly getting canlı bahis siteleri overused.

Pravin felt his cock start to release precum, and the pleasure was even greater now. He slammed his cock up Julia’s butt as far as it could go, but he wanted more. Pravin looked at Nick, and Nick, at Pravin. They both nodded. They both were about to give Julia the ride/s of her life.

After the “signal,” Nick and Pravin thrusted into Julia’s body together, and pulled out similarly. At a fast tempo, they both fucked Julia madly, like animals fighting over meat. Julia screamed, and her muscles contracted. Nick knew that she had cum already. Finally, Pravin found a way to slam his cock entirely in Julia’s asshole, reaching the very hilt. He then pounded and pumped Julia’s ass as hard as he could, feeling her hole

open up and tighten with each thrust. Nick also had his cock entirely inside Julia. Julia seemed to be hanging in the middle of their fun, sweating and moaning. She could hardly take it anymore.

“Oh, boys…yeah…fuck me like that…” she yelled, her voice ringing through her halls.

Pravin’s thrusts suddenly became more rapid and more aggressive. Julia’s eyes popped wide open as she felt Pravin’s hot semen splash against the insides of her ass. Pravin groaned and continued thrusting, releasing more jets into Julia’s ass. Nick, closer to an orgasm than ever, decided to finish as well. He pumped into Julia again and again, looking at the looks on her face, the cum dripping down her leg…

“Ahhh…god…” he moaned.

His cum rocketed throughout Julia’s pussy. Julia moaned when she felt it. As Pravin and Nick unloaded into her, she had another orgasm, forcing more cum out of both Pravin and Nick’s cock. All three of them collapsed on the floor. Pravin was the first to pull out. Semen was literally flowing out of her asshole. Nick finished as well, and pulled out. Julia was sweaty and her face was beet red.

“Wow…” Pravin uttered through gasps.

“Yeah…exactly…” coughed Nick.

When it was apparent that Julia was out cold, Pravin and Nick helped her into a warm bath. Nick decided it was best that he left before Julia regained her sober consciousness, and Pravin agreed. Pravin shook Nick’s hand once more, and thanked him for a great night with Julia, saying that they should double-team her again sometime.

It was now about 8:00. The night air was very cold, and Nick ran as fast as he could to his house. He ran inside, locked the door, and sat on his couch, rethinking everything that just happened. He then noticed the newspaper that he brought in this morning. He retrieved it, unwrapped it, and began to read…

The decisions we make eventually create the person we become. Nick still doesn’t understand this fact, as he is living through his social crisis even still. Hopefully, this strange, eventful January night has played some part in helping him realize that he needs to control his destiny.

After all, beautiful assets do not come to you. You have to seek them out.

* * * * *

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Sometime during the night I was awakened in best way a man can be. Her mouth had engulfed my cock and I could feel her tongue, ever so dexterous.

“I need more,” she said.

She got me hard quickly. “Fuck me in the ass, lover.”

Who was I to argue?

She got on all fours and I got behind her and I jerked her ankles and told her to lie flat. I shoved a couple of fingers in her cunt.

“You’re already wet!”

“Yes, darling. Now stop talking and fuck my asshole.”

I used some of her cunt juice to lubricate her asshole. It was tight, but not virgin because güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri one finger slipped in easily. Clearly someone else had been there before.

I lay on top of her and straddled her. I held the head of my cock at her back entrance. I pushed hard and my cock bent at first and then suddenly the head slipped in.

This was another new thrill for me.

She screamed.

“Oww, slow down.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.

“Don’t you dare you sonofabitch! Push it in slowly.”

I couldn’t have stopped anyway. I pushed. It güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri was surreal to watch my cock slowly disappear inch by inch into her ass. When I was all the way in I paused to let her get used to the sensation.

“Oh, my ass, my ass…”, she whispered, and then she shouted loudly, “Don’t you know how to fuck? Fuck me!“

I started pumping, not gently and she buried her head in the pillow and whimpered.

“That’s so good,” she muffled into the pillow. “Fuck me harder.”

I fucked her for all I was worth. I knew I would come hard; güvenilir bahis şirketleri this was the first anal experience for me and she was just so incredibly sexy. Even in this vulnerable position she had great presence. The smell of hair was intoxicating. Her back was smooth and glistened with sweat. She turned her head so I could kiss her. I was kissing her while I was fucking her asshole. Suddenly my body tensed, my neck and abdomen and thighs and toes tensed, almost painfully, and I thrust deep into her ass, and spurted three, four, five times.

She whimpered, “Oh God Oh God Oh God…”

We remained hooked for a while. Then, my cock slipped out of her asshole with a pop. Her asshole remained open.

I turned her over, lied down, pulled her to my chest, and I promptly fell asleep.

When I awoke, she was gone. I searched around in case she had left a note but she had not.

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