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I have a tendency to get myself into these sorts of situations. I guess I just naturally feel inclined to worship strong beautiful women. Especially Emi, sometimes I just dream about burying my face in that amazing ass of hers.

The thing is, however, I usually also come to my senses quite literally and figuratively once I release myself sexually. It seemed like Emi knew this would happen, in fact, that’s probably why she hadn’t let me cum since this whole ordeal began.

I was nuts for Emi, and she knew that I was wrapped around her finger. That’s really when things started to take a turn. A turn that I really enjoyed.

I terminated the lease on my apartment and moved in full time with Emi. It almost seemed normal when she said that I would be her new roommate. This obviously wasn’t the typical arrangement for roommates. Emi swiftly took over all of my finances and even the keys to my truck. I was Emi’s loyal servant.

I still illegal bahis remember back to that morning after I’d eaten her shit and proven that, in her words I “couldn’t even think” when I was around her.

I woke up that morning with the pressure of her bare ass on my face; it was heavenly. Then, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrppptt…ffffffffttt, and finally “open up!”

I immediately obeyed as I realized that she was about to take her morning dump. It was a thick log, probably about an inch in diameter and a foot long. She had lifted up into a squat position and let the excess shit slap me in the face.

Emi giggled about what she’d just done, and the whole time I obediently choked down her poop. Actually, it wasn’t so bad that I had to choke it down. Compared to the cold shit from the toilet, this was a meal from a five star french restaurant.

I cleaned her up and then she finished by peeing in my mouth, and I exclaimed “Thank you goddess illegal bahis siteleri so much!”

Emi giggled again and walked into the kitchen. Her giggles were so cute and sexy.

Now fast forward a week from then and I’m still head over heals for my goddess, but now I’m living with her full time and get to serve her constantly, do her homework, clean the house, pleasure her and her friends, and everything else she wants.

I heard the door opening and got so excited that I started scurrying toward the door in excitement, only to be yanked back by my leash. Ugh, I forgot that she tied the leash to the couch before leaving.

“Slave, I have something for you,” she shouted.

“Really? For me?” I thought. Then I started eagerly looking up at her from my knees.

She swiftly turned around, placed her spandex clad ass in my face, and farted a loud one, after which she started laughing.

My face turned red as she canlı bahis siteleri walked away.

“We’re having a party here tomorrow, and you’re going to help me out with it.” Emi shouted from the next room. When she came back, she was naked from the waist down and told me to start eating her out.

I laid down and licked her passionately while she elaborated on my duties as a toilet during the party. To me it sounded more like a ladies club than a party. It was girls only and they were all paying to come use me as their toilet. I was really disappointed that other girls would be using me instead of my queen using me, but after her fourth orgasm, Emi looked down and saw the sadness in my eyes. She must’ve, otherwise, I have no idea why else she would’ve ruffled my hair and said “don’t worry, you’ll still only be my slave. When you serve any of these women, you are actually still serving me.”

Right after she had eased my conscience, Emi also eased forward so that her ass was covering my nose and mouth completely. I knew that smell anywhere. It was a happy smell, the smell of Emi’s ass. With her comforting words and farts, I slowly drifted off as she forced me asleep with her powerful butt.

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He’d done all the little tasks of the weekday morning: Fed the dogs, put out the washing, cleaned up the kitchen. To the office and checking emails, the first hint, enough, of desire washes over him. He copies and pastes a couple of email excerpts, prints out the page, and shuts down the computer.

Returning to the house, he closes the bedroom door behind him and quickly undresses. It is still cool inside from the wintry, hinterland night, but the excitement within him keeps him moving quickly and so, with the movement, he feels not the cold.

Naked now, he goes into the wardrobe and grabs his little helper. Not used all the time, but upon a whim, he feels the need today. He grabs a small towel for cleanliness and convenience and lies back on the bed, grabbing the small bottle of water-based lubricant from his bedside drawer as he does so.

Feeling the cold a little, he draws a sheet over himself, raises his legs so that his feet are flat on the bed, his knees in the air, and spreads them a goodly distance. He draws a little lubricant from the bottle, placing it beside him for easy access, and places his hand for the first time on his half hard cock. Spreading it liberally with the lube, he feels it stiffen in his grasp, his breathing shortening already with anticipation.

The piece of paper holds only two paragraphs, written by her, describing her own self-administered pleasure. He reads of her standing there, legs apart, her mind and body racing as she cums in an office toilet cubicle. He reads just a few lines but already his cock is hard, his hand moving slowly up and down its shaft, teasing his shaved balls, building. mobilbahis güvenilir mi

He reads the second paragraph. She’s in her office now, the lone employee. Door locked, tension of surprise still in the air, she cums in her office chair. The chair in which she had once made love so beautifully to him. It has itself become almost an object of desire to him.

He loved to think of her playing with her gorgeous self, her magnificent pussy, in that chair. He finishes reading, hand working faster, a few more strokes and his back starts arching, he’s imagining her cumming in her office, and the mental image is enough. He drops the paper and begins stroking himself harder, imagining her pussy around his cock then imagining her playing with herself. He catches himself, he’s not quite ready to cum yet, and doesn’t want to rush it either. He pauses, hand on ever-so-hard cock, feeling its heat, rigid in his grasp.

He’s hot now. Metaphorically and physically, and he discards the sheet, grabs a little more lube, his helper, and settles again. He applies the lube to his cock, and now his balls, feeling their smoothness under his touch, feeling in turn the delight of the touch on his now firm ball sack. His other hand reaches for his helper, a lifelike dildo of average size, he applies some lube to it, rubbing it over in his left hand, feeling its smoothness, and warming it. He holds it a moment, returns his left hand to his still-hard cock, his balls, and caresses them gently.

His hand moves from his cock downwards, over and around his balls, to his perineum, that delightful highway of delight between mobilbahis his balls and his arse. He rubs the seam of skin he finds, with pleasure, yet again and moves south until his finger caresses his tight hole. Not wanting to rush things, he fingers his hole lightly, revelling in both the sensation and the sense of this moment of blissful, private, self-indulgence. After a few moments, he returns again to his cock, both rubbing and gaining lube in the journey taken once again from cock-tip to arsehole. He now rubs his arse with more feeling, passion, and just a sense of purpose, lubing it up properly, his other hand even now bringing the tip of the dildo to his tightly held orifice of desire.

He pauses, grabs his cock, loves it again with his hand, and begins moving in a slow motion dance, the mechanics well rehearsed, allowing his mind to wander again to other less practical thoughts.

His hand makes love to his cock, his balls, and then it isn’t his hand anymore. It’s her hand and it’s wonderful. The desire that came from his picturing her in solitary pleasure now mixes with, and enhances, the images that come to his closed eyes now. She is on the bed, playing with him, loving him. She grabs his balls and squeezes and he groans. She holds his cock firmly, then strokes its hard length up and down, working it. She gets him into a steady rhythm of motion and then pauses. As if by magic, he knows what she wants him to do. He arches his back once more and spreads his legs. She’s lying with one arm under his leg, holding the dildo in her left hand. She grabs his cock in a steady, firm grip as it loses none of its hardness, mobilbahis giriş and presses the dildo to its destination. He is becoming entranced with pleasure now, automatically arches his back some more, and awaits the next move with his last breath still held within him. She releases his cock, and uses her other hand to spread his arse cheeks a little, his puckered hole readying itself. And then it’s happening. He is in raptures as the smooth, lubed dildo enters him.

She takes her time, working it in, he’s breathing again now, quick breaths enter and leave his body in small moans. It’s inside him now and he’s lost to the outside world, she grabs his cock and starts stroking it, firmly, vigorously in time with his heightened need and speed of movement. She’s working the dildo, the cock, inside him and he can feel nothing more than pleasure. She senses he’s close to cumming now, and works the cock harder and harder. She tilts the dildo forward, it’s non-seeing eye seeking his prostate, she works it within him likes she fucking him with it, hard and fast.

The stimulation works upon him and he loses it, thrashing about the bed, her hand working his cock and the dildo at once, he arches his back off the bed, freezes in motion, and groans as cum lands on his chest. The first spray arching itself away from his cock as it bumps to and fro in her stroking hand. The rest of his passion spending itself upon him, upon her hand as she works it to its final, hyper-sensitive pause. He drops his body to the bed, she stops stroking his cock, and pushes the dildo right up into him, as far as its length will allow.

He lies there, eyes closed, breathing easing, his body tingling and yet totally relaxed. She wipes some cum off his cock and places her fingers in his mouth, he licks and sucks the cum from her fingers and lays down to rest a little in the afterglow, his mind returning once again to her office and that chair.

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Jen sat at her kitchen table with a cup of coffee clutched in trembling hands. Her new friends, her new life occupied her thoughts. Sarah’s knock didn’t even pierce Jen’s daydreams about the upcoming adventure planned for the day.

Sarah let herself in with the master key and sat down across from Jen at the table. When Jen didn’t respond, Sarah waved her hand in front of Jen’s face a few times. Startled, Jen jumped, spilling now-cold coffee over her hands and onto the table. Sarah laughed, wiping up the coffee with a napkin and taking the mug from Jen, dumping it into the sink.

In minutes, the girls were in Sarah’s car, hurtling through town. Screeching to a halt in front of a grey stone building, Sarah vaulted out of the car and ran around to Jen’s side, opening the door with a flourish. Jen hauled herself out of Sarah’s tiny car and followed her into the building, stopping just inside with her jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

The renovated warehouse was full of all kinds of what Jen had heard called ‘marital aids’ at one point in her life. Jen walked through the aisles, marveling at the selection. So many toys, she didn’t even know the names for all of them! Afraid to touch any of the items, Jen shoved her hands in her pockets as she wandered. She caught glimpses here and there of Sarah gleefully frolicking amongst the shelves, filling her arms. As the aisles ended, Jen walked into an open area with several couches and changing rooms that were in no way private. To her right were several racks filled with clothing. Each rack was a different size for easier browsing, and browse she did.

The transition from ‘regular’ clothes to erotic costumes and lingerie was much easier for Jen than a sudden shift toward ‘adult toys’. As she passed her hand over several costumes, she grabbed one and then two outfits that caught her eye. Sarah heard the grating squeal of hangers on the metal rack and bounded over to offer her opinion. Dumping her armload of gadgets onto the nearest couch, Sarah plucked hangers off the rack with a reckless abandon and grabbed Jen by the arm, steering her into a cubicle.

Sticking her tongue out, Jen stripped and began trying on the pile of lingerie Sarah had heaped by the entrance. Sarah collapsed into a couch facing the dressing area and watched, lounging.

A fireman’s outfit was met with raucous applause from the woman on the couch. Jen giggled and tried her hand at being a schoolgirl, nurse, and maid. Outfit after outfit was met with catcalls and applause until Jen reached the final piece at the bottom, a black crotchless bodysuit. Sarah wrinkled her nose and ordered Jen out of the bodysuit, grabbing it and tossing it in a bin next to the dressing cubicle. “It covers too much of you, and it’s not nearly see through enough” was the only explanation offered.

After piling all the accepted costumes into a cart, Jen headed toward the desk by the front door where a young man sat playing solitaire on a computer. At a break in the aisles, however, she was intercepted by Sarah and steered into the maze of towering shelves.

Jen felt like a kid on a timed shopping spree in a toy store. As Sarah skipped through the aisles, Jen followed as closely as she could with an ever filling cart. Sarah knocked boxes into the cart and climbed ladders to get to harder to reach items. Jen’s eyes widened as different styles of vibrators, dildos, strapons, creams, strange looking beads on a string and even a swing made it into her cart. Leaning to the left to see in front of her, Jen followed Sarah back to the couches and sat next to her as they arranged the boxes in front of them according to category.

Sarah moved to the couch opposite Jen and began a short lecture on the uses of various toys. Jen found out that those strange beads were meant to find their way into her and were supposedly all kinds of fun, according to Sarah. Pros and cons of various styles were explained, as was the best use for each toy. Jen was shocked when Sarah came to the end of her speech and began opening boxes, laying each toy on top of its packaging.

“Won’t we get in trouble? I mean, aren’t we supposed to buy this stuff before we open it?” she whispered.

Sarah giggled mischievously. “Nah, this whole warehouse is owned and operated by Hobbs and Jenkins to provide us with good toys to play with. They want their customers satisfied, and the customers prefer to watch us have real orgasms, not the fake kind they get when they rent a video.”

Nodding, Jen reached out to gingerly touch a dildo Sarah had just unwrapped. She expected it to be hard and smooth like the vibrator Sarah had used on her the night before. Instead, it was squishy and pliable despite being firm enough for penetration. The box it sat on called it ‘jelly’. Fascinated, Jen continued picking internet casino up other toys and discovered that each had a different texture.

Some were harder than others, some had exaggerated veins and ridges, and some were smooth. There were fake cocks of all sizes and dildos shaped like cucumbers. Each of them was different from all of the ones before. Some had suction cups attached to the bottom; others had extra protrusions to hit her clit. There were kits with sleeves meant to slip onto a vibrator, odd conical devices labeled “butt plugs”, and even vibrators with exaggerated curves meant to hit a “G-spot”, whatever that was.

Sarah joined Jen on the couch and handed her two dildos that were similar in shape and size. One came with the balls attached, the other didn’t. A fleeting thought crossed Jen’s mind as she wondered whose cock the manufacturer used to make the mold.

“Well? Which do you like better?” Sarah asked.

“I’m not sure,” Jen said truthfully. “What’s the difference? Other than the obvious, I mean.”

“Both give different sensations. If you like the feel of being filled all the way to someone’s balls, then that would be the obvious choice. If you don’t care, then I would try both to see how well you like them. Each has its own benefit, but I generally prefer the one with balls. I love having something to hang on to!”

“Okay, then I’ll try both. But there’s so many of each! How am I supposed to decide which one to take?” Jen asked as she screwed her face up with indecision.

Sarah let loose a loud guffaw and set each dildo on its end as best she could. “Here’s the deal. Why don’t you grab one of each ‘size’ here. Pick your favorite color or something. We’ll just get you one of each. You’ll develop a favorite, but I think you’ll like having a full toy chest in the long run anyways. Let’s just get you started off on the right foot, shall we?”

Jen shrugged and started picking dildos first, staying away from the larger ones at first but eventually grabbing two that looked a little intimidating. She grabbed a vibrator kit that had one slender vibrator and one vibrating “egg” plus several silicone sleeves to use with them as well as a smaller set of anal beads. For kicks, she selected a small plug called “the butt beginner” and a large bottle of silicone based lube to go with it. A strapon made the final pick when Jen reasoned that last night’s escapade with Sarah was not the last. Two creams that claimed to heighten sexual pleasure intrigued her, so she tossed those back into the cart as well. Finally, Jen decided to finish off her shopping spree with the swing Sarah had pulled off a shelf, just to see what it might be like.

The girls took their selections to the desk by the front door where the clerk was still playing solitaire on the computer. He looked up and handed each of them a clipboard with instructions to write down the shelf codes on the forms. Sarah silently pointed out the stickers on each item that noted a numeric code, apparently for stocking and inventory purposes. Sarah quickly finished her own form, handed it to the clerk, and helped Jen finish hers. After the clerk entered all the data for Sarah’s acquisitions and picked up Jen’s, he frowned.

“You’re not in the system. Which complex are you with?” he demanded.

Sarah piped up, “Jen’s new with complex 153 dash 2, and she’s not in the system because you haven’t put her there yet.”

“Fine. Then I’ll need her to fill out these forms as well and scan a photo ID. Scanner is right there, and here’s the necessary forms,” came the monotone reply.

Jen was amazed that the young man had never even looked up through the entire exchange. How jaded people must get when they work here, she thought to herself. He doesn’t even care that we’re here except that we’re interrupting his game. She finished the forms and handed them back over the desk, trying to make small talk.

“So, how long have you worked here?” she began.

“Six months, and yes I’ve seen it all. No, I’ve never been to any of the complexes, of which there are 175 complexes to date across the country. No, I’ve never had sex here or with any of the employees. As you can see, there are no windows so I don’t know if the weather’s good or not. Anything else?”

“Well, I guess not,” Jen said. “But why do you hate your job so much? I mean, wouldn’t this be a great place to work? You see all these gorgeous women every day, they get naked to change in front of cameras that you undoubtedly see, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t hate my job, princess,” he replied while entering in her information. “And I just hate the snobs that come in here thinking they’re all that and don’t care to give the time of day to some lowly clerk who just works here to make it through college. canlı poker oyna And I don’t get to see all the cameras, just the security ones. Not like I’d ever get to do anything about it anyways. Oh, and you two are the first people in here all week. The rest of the orders have come in from out of town for the other complexes. So there really is no glamour to this job. It pays well, though, so I stay with it.”

Sarah had been listening to the whole exchange behind the desk at the copier. She couldn’t help but feel sorry for this poor college kid, stuck in a warehouse all day. Glancing at Jen, she knew her friend felt the same way. He wasn’t bad looking, could have easily gotten a job someplace else, but this paid so much better he had taken it despite the sometimes lonely hours.

“James,” Sarah started after looking at his nameplate on the desk, “Hasn’t anything good happened while you were working here?” Seeing him shake his head, she smirked and continued, “That’s a shame. So you wouldn’t mind horribly if we tried to brighten your day?”

The clerk named James looked up for the first time and fixed his eyes first on Jen, then Sarah walking back around the desk. Confusion and then awe registered on his face when he realized Sarah wasn’t joking. Stupefied, he just stared at the two girls for several seconds until he could regain composure.

“What are you talking about?” he stammered.

Sarah said nothing but grabbed Jen by the wrist and pulled her back towards the couches, beckoning for James to follow. The discarded boxes of toys were still scattered around the floor by two of the six couches. Sarah kicked them into a pile, then reconsidering, grabbed a few and brought them to another area with facing couches. Sarah pushed Jen down onto one couch and James onto the other, then began methodically stripping them both.

“B-b-b-but the doors… they’re still unlocked!” James stuttered. “If someone comes in, nobody will…”

“Well, then, I’ll go lock the doors. But when I get back, if you’re not both naked, I’ll find the whips!” Sarah threatened and ran down the center aisle.

Having accomplished her task, she returned to find the two naked. Jen was lounging on the sofa, idly fondling herself, while James was sitting stiffly upright looking incredibly nervous.

Sarah smiled at Jen, proud as a mother hen at the changes that had already taken place in the girl. She then turned to James and pushed him back into the cushions. Slowly, she raked her nails across his chest and stomach, zigzagging toward his hardening cock. Just before her hands reached the prize, though, she removed them and stood, grasping her breasts briefly before turning and heading for Jen.

Jen spread her legs for Sarah to view as she approached. Unsure of Sarah’s intentions, she waited patiently for an indication of what was expected of her. Sarah paused, knelt between Jen’s legs, and blew gently on her moist outer lips. The sensation raised goosebumps all over Jen’s body, making her shiver slightly. A tiny moan escaped her throat as Sarah ran just the tip of her tongue up Jen’s slit to touch her clitoris for a split second.

Sarah grasped a box on the floor and, without looking, opened it, pulling out a simple clear dildo. She opened her mouth and mimicked a blow job to moisten the full length of the toy. When satisfied, she ran the toy up and down Jen’s swollen lips several times and then plunged it into her cleft with one smooth stroke. Jen moaned and grasped Sarah’s hand, pulling it toward her in an effort to achieve further penetration. Sarah replaced her hold on the dildo with Jen’s hand and stood again, turning to James.

His erect cock jumped when Sarah approached and ran one fingernail down its length. Panting, James thrust his hips at Sarah’s hand, trying to wrap himself in her fist. Sarah toyed with him for a few moments, scratching lightly at his chest and stomach. When it seemed James couldn’t stand the intensity any longer, Sarah took his cock in her warm mouth. The man let out a sob as he felt the heat and texture of her tongue swirling around the shaft with an expertise born of practice.

With alternating thrusts and licks, Sarah teased James’s cock relentlessly. Her hand cupped his balls and massaged gently while she stared up at his face, gauging his reactions. Had he opened his eyes, he would have noticed a smile playing at the corners of her eyes every time he moaned or twitched. When he heard Jen moaning in anticipation of orgasm, James felt his balls tense in preparation for his own.

“Ohh… my God, shit shit shit I can’t stopyou’remakingmecumsohard,” James grunted as his cock began the initial spasms of a climax, causing Sarah to take a deep breath and take his full length into her throat.

Sarah’s highly trained poker oyna reflexes prepared her for the sensation of hot liquid hitting the back of her throat at high velocity. She swallowed, letting her throat muscles do their work at extending his orgasm for as long as possible. She took every drop of his cum and licked his cock clean, making it jump with sensitivity. Satisfied that James was finished for a little bit, Sarah’s attention was again drawn to Jen; but this time she brought James with her.

Jen, still approaching climax, barely noticed the two crawl to her side. When Sarah brought James’s mouth to Jen’s swollen lips and clit, she bucked and shrieked in surprise and lust. James hesitated, wide-eyed with confusion, then bent forward again. His tentative licks turned into ravenous explorations, quickening Jen’s panting grunts into a symphony of breaths. His hand found the dildo she was still working into herself and began thrusting it into her with a pace that matched the ministrations of his tongue.

Jen screamed and grabbed the arm of the couch, pushing herself into James and the dildo. When Sarah leaned in and began caressing and nibbling her breasts, Jen came with a ferocity she’d never experienced before. Her groin exploded into splinters of light cascading through her body and reaching all the way to her extremities. When one wave ended, another began. Even when Sarah pulled James away from her overly sensitive clit, the orgasms kept coming. She couldn’t tell the difference between her pussy and nipples anymore; they were connected by one nerve that felt only pleasure.

Sarah slowed and then stopped, placing her hand on the dildo James was still pumping wildly. Leaving the dildo inside Jen, she pulled James to her and pressed herself against his torso. He realized with a start that his cock was hard again and ready for another round, something that had never happened to him before.

From a kneeling position, Sarah leaned backward, her head pressed against the carpet and back arched. Her fingers spread her lips open to show James just how wet she was. James reached carefully out and touched her opening, bringing the moistened finger to his lips and tasting her juices like fine wine. Though his cock strained to probe her depths, James instead bent his head to Sarah and lapped at her with intense concentration. Sarah pulled his head to her, begging for release.

As she felt the beginnings of an orgasm, Sarah grabbed his hand from her thigh and shoved it toward her pussy, hissing, “fuck me with those fingers, boy!”

James, not one for confrontation, readily obeyed and put first two, then three fingers deep into Sarah’s pussy. He probed every inch of her pussy, twisting his hand around while sucking at her clit. As her orgasm hit her, his fingers were clenched so hard by her contracting muscles that he could no longer move them. The rhythm of his licking slowed so that he was hardly moving his tongue over her clit but just resting it there with light pressure. When her muscles relaxed enough, he removed his hand and in one swift motion leaped forward and plunged his cock into her still spasming pussy.

Sarah screamed as another orgasm overtook her, then another as James thrust into her. One after another overtook her as James fucked her with a hard steady rhythm, lifting her hips to meet his. She unfolded her legs from beneath her and crossed them over his back, trying to force him deeper inside her. Sensing her need, James grabbed Sarah’s knees and pulled them over his shoulders.

“Ahhh! Oh, right there, just stay there, unnnnnnh…” she groaned.

James pushed into her three more times and collapsed onto Sarah, nearly folding her in half. The motion brought on one last orgasm for them both. Sarah looked up to see Jen lying on the couch with a sated expression lighting her face. Sarah grinned back and reached up to lick James’s neck.

Half an hour later, the girls had redressed and packed their new things into several bags. James helped them carry the packages to the car and stood on the curb as they got in.

“When are you two planning on coming back in here?” He asked with hope evident in his voice.

“Oh, well, I don’t know when we’ll get to since we got so many fun things this time. But don’t worry, we’ll let ALL the other girls know how much fun you are. You may have to get a few extra cameras installed by the desk,” Sarah giggled, starting the car.

As she pulled away, James stared after them in awe.

Jen looked around and noticed the approaching sunset and asked Sarah how long they’d been inside.

“Oh, I’d say around seven hours, give or take. I mean, it IS getting darker earlier now, and we got there just before noon. Which reminds me, we haven’t eaten anything all day. Let’s stop to get something to eat before we go home to test drive all the new toys… everyone will want to see!”

Jen shrugged and slipped into a daydream about toys, costumes, and faceless men with erect cocks sitting at computer desks all around the world. She smiled.

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After several attempts, we finally got it worked out. Many times before we tried to meet and party but something always came up, on my side or hers. Now here I was, at the front door to your apartment, tonight was going to be fun.

Ashley was married, even though that caused some moral dilemmas, that never stopped me from fantasizing and masturbating over her a lot, and that I did…a lot. Opening the door, you smiled at me and told me to hang on while you grabbed your jacket. Off we were, the distances were small and the errands few. After picking up a frozen pizza and some orange juice from the store and Jeepers Creepers from Hollywood, we were back at your place. I took a seat on the couch while you put the pizza in and made the first screwdrivers. Turning on the movie you settled next to me.

After the pizza and a few drinks, about 40 minutes into the movie, you stumble to your feet and say, “This movie sucks, lets watch something else.” You retreat to your room and within two minutes your back with a tape in hand. Putting it in you pause right before you push play and tell me, “Were gonna need more drinks, go get us some.” Getting up and going into the kitchen I open the fridge and grab two wine coolers and return to the living room. I handed you a drink and pushed play. It wasn’t until I sat down that I realized what was on the tape. On screen was a guy and a girl, the girl going down on the guy. Oh my, what is Ashley thinking now, looking over at you you canlı bahis şirketleri give me a sly smile and take a drink of your cooler. After those drinks and another, a scene comes on that is better than the others. Two guys and a girl, the girl was on her knees fucking doggy style while sucking the other guy off.

“Looks like fun,” I say, staring at the screen.

“You would think so,” with that you give me a slight shove on my shoulder.

The shoving match was on. Shoving each other back and forth throwing pillows at each other, somehow we end up wrestling on the floor. I’m hard from the porn and the close contact; I don’t try to hide it.

After a few minutes of that we stop wrestling to catch our breath. Feeling drunk and horny I gently reach over and breath on your neck, when you don’t resist I go a little further to gently nibble the side of your neck. Lightly moving my tongue up your neck, I reach your ear. It’s with your first moan that we both realize that these are no longer innocent touches, and we both want it. After a few minutes of this I reach up and slowly cup your right breast, lightly I rub where your nipple is, you still don’t resist. A few gentle kisses on the lips turn into us making out. Reaching down to the back of your leg, I grab it just above the back of your knee; I slid my hand up over your ass, around to the front, and up the front of your shirt.

With nothing between your bare breast and my hand but your canlı kaçak iddaa bra, I slowly use my fingers to pull it down. Your nipple is hard and my fingers go to it like a magnet. Gently rolling my thumb and first finger around it, you reach down and feel the bulge at my crotch. Yes…this is for you. We go like this for a few minutes, lips locked. My hand on your bare breast, stimulating your nipple. By now you’ve pulled my cock out of my fly and your stroking it up and down. Everywhere we touch feels electric, sending vibes of ecstasy through my body. Leaning back you pull your shirt over your head and pull your bra off. Sliding down and my body, you pull my shorts and boxers off in one swift movement. Jerking me off, you begin to tease the head of my cock with your tongue, swirling the tip around the parts that are most sensitive.

You go slow, agonizing me with such teasing that I arched my back in a mixture of reflex and ecstasy. Licking up and down, you begin to slowly allow my head into your mouth. With a mixture of light sucking and swift licking, you proceed to give the best blowjob for what seems like forever.

Picking you up I lay you on your back and begin to nibble on your ear, working slowly down your neck until I reach your collar-bone, resituating myself I put myself into position to spend time on your nipples. Your sexy little tits feel so hot in my hand, your nipples pointing out begging for attention. Gently rolling one nipple between canlı kaçak bahis my fingers I take the other one into my mouth. Using my lips and tongue I lightly stimulate your nipples. Feeling your back arch I know I’m making you even hotter.

Sliding my tongue down your belly, my journey to your pussy is interrupted only by a few short licks at your sexy bellybutton ring. Once down there I place your feet by my head with your knees up; giving me perfect access. Lightly I run the tip of my tongue up and down your outer lips. As you get hotter and hotter your lips begin to open and your little clit beginning to appear. This is my next area of focus.

Lightly I run my tongue up the center of your pussy; as my tongue hits your clit I feel a light shudder run through your body. You begin to slowly rotate your hips in rhythm with my licking. Teasing you I vary my speed from light and fast to slow and slightly stronger to fast again. Moving around all over your love, I go from your hard clit to your lower outer lips. The steady movement of your hips and you erotic breathing and occasionally moan let me know you appreciate it. I’m not sure how many times you flooded my face with cum, at least twice but maybe as many as four times. It was hard to tell because for a while there you seemed to be in one continuous orgasm for five minutes.

There were no awkward feelings afterwards that one might fear after two friends cross the next line. We just kept hanging out. After a few more drinks and some music I left her apartment and headed home. Ashley and I continue our chats late at night and hang out every once and a while. And every so often, she takes out the rented movie and puts in one from her more “personnel” collection.

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**This is a follow-up to “Her Boy Toy”**

dedicated to “S” and “H”

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It had been several days since my amazing encounter with Amy in New York. I was constantly thinking about how great her plastic cock had felt in my ass, how much I had loved eating her sweet asshole, and just generally how damn hot the whole experience was. Even at work, my mind would wonder to thoughts of that day, and my cock would grow hard.

Returning home from work after just such an occasion, I sat in front of my computer and punched up some of my favorite adult sites. Sooner than later, my cock was out of my fly and I was stroking it as I browsed various naughty images as they flashed across my screen.

One site I happened upon had an ad for an online adult store. Remembering how great Amy’s strap-on had felt, I decided it was time to get some toys of my own.

After browsing the e-store for a while, I decided upon a 6″ silicone butt plug, and a 10″ length of rubber beads. Adding some anal lube to my “shopping cart”, I checked out. The package would arrive in 5-7 days…

When I returned to illegal bahis my apartment after work, about a week later, there was a plain brown box sitting outside my door. My cock sprang up with anticipation. Finally I would get to play with my new toys.

As soon as I was inside I stripped out of my clothes and headed, box in hand, to my bed. I ripped the package open like a kid at Christmas, and began inspecting the contents.

I removed the toys from their packaging and examined them. The butt plug looked less intimidating than the beads, so I decided it would be the first to be inside my waiting asshole.

I popped a porno in the DVD player, put the toys and lube on my night stand, and lay back on the bed.

On the TV, the chapter I had chosen was underway- a scene with a sexy black woman and a scrawny white guy. Soon, she had his large tool in her mouth and was giving him a typical porn-star blow job. Suddenly, she spread his legs, lifted his balls, and thrust her tongue up his ass. Perfect time, I thought…

My right index finger wandered to my anus, and I began rubbing my hole gently illegal bahis siteleri as I stroked my hard cock. I felt my asshole becoming wet, and I spread some lube on my finger. Pushing slowly, I worked my long finger up into my tight ass. With my finger all the way up my asshole, my cock began dripping pre-cum. I was definitely ready for something bigger.

Reaching to my stand, I smeared the butt plug with lube. Spreading my legs wide, I placed the tip of the purple toy at my anal opening. With a deep breath, I quickly slid the entire length of the plug into my hot asshole. This immediately caused my cock to explode, spraying my cum all over my stomach. I used my left hand to lick up most of my semen, and then began pumping the toy in and out of my ass.

With my cock in a semi-hard state, I focused all of my attention on my own anal assault. I worked the plug in and out, fast and slow, sometimes in a twisting motion. I felt like my ass was gonna cum, it was so good. After several minutes of this, with my cock hard again, I decided to try the other toy.

The butt plug slid out of my canlı bahis siteleri ass with a *pop*, and I laid it down on a towel next to my bed. I could feel my gaping asshole asking for more, it wasn’t satisfied yet.

I examined the long bead toy, it was the kind that is all rubber, not string, between the individual beads. My cock dripped in anticipation as I lubed up the long toy.

Grasping the beads, I placed the first, smallest bead at my anus. It took no effort for the first two to slide inside my ass. I gave another push, and the next four all slid in. I now had six of the ten beads in my rectum, and the next four were even bigger. As I went to push the next bead in, I could feel the toy hit a curve in my anal passage. I forced the next four beads in, and my cock flowed with pre-cum as the beads rubbed against my prostate.

All ten beads inside of me felt fucking amazing, and I began stroking my cock fast, remembering Amy fucking me with her big toy…

I felt my cum building in my balls again, and at just the right moment, pulled the entire length of beads out of my asshole. My cum sprayed all the way up to my neck this time, shooting what must have been 10 streams of semen all over my chest.

I tossed the beads onto the towel with the butt plug, and lay there wondering when I would get to see Amy again…

To Be Continued…

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The zipper at the side of the gown gave easily; the teeth separated, leaving the fabric parted and only a hint of the flesh exposed to the air. Kara bit down on her lower lip, looked at her reflection in the mirror and took several calming breaths before sliding the bodice of the dress down. The material slowly gathered at her feet. Silk, satin, lace, beads, crystals, and other various glimmering fabrics and gems, lay in a clump as she stepped free of the thousand dollar ensemble.

Her shoes, had been discarded upon entering the spacious hotel bathroom and soon they along with the dress were taken up by trembling hands and placed in a small closet. Bird seed bounced along the cool vinyl floor, some becoming trapped in the crevices of the floral pattern. Her brow furrowed as she thought of how frustrating it would be when housekeeping had to come in the morning and clean up after her, but she knew they would understand, once they saw the dress and Brad’s tuxedo. Her cheeks turned three shades of red when she thought of what else the staff would think. The evidence of her youth would also proclaim what had transpired between her and her husband.

Kara heard the sound of Brad shuffling about just outside the door. She wondered if he were as nervous as she was; she doubted it. Men were never as nervous as women when it came to these things.

Brad sat on the edge of the bed. His stomach churned; his legs felt weak and his heart beat loud enough to signal a neighboring country that he was about to deflower a virgin. It had been awhile since he’d slept with someone as innocent to sex as Kara was. He hadn’t been with a score of women, but he had been with enough to know that she was special. Hell, he had married her.

He pulled the loosened tie even further from his neck allowing more room for him to breathe. A mental chastising soon followed as he told himself to act like an adult, not some lovesick pup. He was twenty-three for God’s sake and Kara, was twenty. Granted, she’d grown up home-schooled and pretty much cut off from what he would deem normal society, but she knew about sex, and how things were supposed to go together.

The sound of the television playing in the background, worked to interrupt his thoughts. Brad knew it had been foolish to turn on the flat screen, but he’d done it out of habit, something to ease the stress. They had talked back and forth about how to approach this first night. Should they go out for dinner, catch a movie, go for a walk? He’d been more than willing, almost insistent on choosing one, if not all three of the activities, but Kara had won the argument. Brad chuckled to himself; his friends would call him an idiot for trying to prolong this moment with his new wife and slap her on the back for forcing her hand. She was after all holding all the cards in this particular game of life.

A quiet whooshing sound filled the room. Brad looked up and saw Kara step out of the bathroom. He reached over to press the remote control for the TV, hoping to shut it off. Unbeknownst to him he only muted the sound. The chaos of the evening news still played as he stood up and took in the sight of the woman before him.

Kara blushed as her husband’s gaze drifted lazily over her body. She stood there, her knees trembling and her hands busily playing with the strings of the lace nightgown she now wore. The material was white; lace covered her chest; tiny straps held the thin fabric up, allowing her to keep her attributes to herself for just a bit longer. Her stomach, hips, and thighs were covered by a flimsy wisp of white, small beads littered the bottom in some sort of design that Brad could not distinguish from the beauty that was Kara.

He wished then that he had taken the time to dress for her. Yet, he had been weak, lost in thought and consumed with desire that he’d kept contained for months. Now he was covered in cotton and linen. A black tuxedo jacket had been removed when he walked in, but he’d not yet bothered to take off his shoes, pants, vest, or shirt. He stood there shielded from her, while she displayed so much. He reached up and finished removing his tie, and then took off his vest. It was after tossing it to the side of the bed, allowing it to fall in a disheveled clump that he realized he’d not yet spoken a word to her. Clearing his throat Brad turned back, faced the creature before him and whispered how beautiful she looked.

The distance between them was minimal, but it seemed to take a lifetime for Brad to close it. He touched her face, traced the line of her jaw, cupped her chin and pulled her toward him. Their lips touched and though they had kissed a thousand times before, for Kara it felt as if it were the first time. Her belly tightened and her pulse raced. While she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dance along side hers, she placed one hand on his hip and the other on his chest. The pounding of his heart was felt easily beneath her touch. She smiled against his lips, realizing that he too was nervous as she.

A warm puff of breath slipped from Brad’s lips canlı bahis şirketleri as he moved away to leave small kisses on her neck. One of his hands moved to glide to the back of her head; his fingers tangled in the curls that had been heavily coated with spray and styling products. He did his best to not pull on the tendrils as he turned her head and sucked softly on the smooth flesh. A small red mark would later color, proving to all that she was his. He moved his mouth further up; his teeth tugged her ear lope, while another hand moved to slide down her arm, then across to settle on her hip.

They moved slowly, each one taking a moment to relish the sounds the other made. Kara took note of the soft groans that came from Brad’s throat and the rumbling in his chest when she began to unbutton his shirt. Her fingers toyed with the undershirt that he’d wore. Curls of chest hair peeked out of the collar; those she teased with her nails.

Brad stepped back, pulled off his buttoned shirt, and then lifted the thin cotton one away, leaving himself shirtless. He watched Kara’s gaze move from his face to his chest. She reached out and touched his nipple. A shot of heat skated from the center point, down to his groin. His cock jerked in response; the desire to be free of the constraining formal wear was unnerving. After a long deep breath he reached down and released the button on his pants.

Kara bit down on her lower lip. “Let me,” she said.

His lips formed in a long “O” as he dropped his hands. Breath, held tight in his lungs, was expelled. She slipped one hand down the full length of his crotch; he saw the redness of her cheeks and knew she was embarrassed by her actions, but also that this was something she wanted to do. Kara had told him that she’d read books, looked at pictures, and had even gone to her older sister to learn about what was expected of her. Brad had told her that he didn’t expect anything and whatever she wanted to do for their first time was entirely up to her. He wouldn’t pressure her into anything, and if she wanted to back out, to wait until later, he was okay with that as well. Since Kara came into his life Brad had become a different man, more gentle and understanding, willing to change in order to ease his sheltered wife into a blissful life. His friends had called him “whipped” – he countered with “in love” and “grown up”.

As Kara slid her hand over her husband’s arousal, she blinked away the nervousness she felt; calming breaths were taken in as she eased the zipper down and opened the material of his slacks. Dark boxers barely kept the engorged flesh of his shaft contained. She felt the head, visualized it with the help of the photos she’d looked at with her sister. She licked her lips, imagining what his cock would look like. Timidly she reached into the slit of the fabric and wrapped her hand around the hard flesh. Instantly Brad’s body responded.

His chest grumbled. His stomach tightened and his cock throbbed and jerked toward her. Kara continued to torment her lower lip with her teeth as she ran her hand up and then down the thick rod. Her sister had told her to be firm, but not aggressive to move slowly at first, opening her hand slightly allowing a soft friction and then closing it more tightly to stroke the veins and tissue that were covered in soft skin.

Brad allowed himself to simply bask in the newness that assailed him – the virgin touch of a young woman, who had not ever experienced freedom with a man’s body. He felt a moment of guilt rush through him as he recalled some of his past relationships. He wished that he could erase his past and come to Kara with the innocence she was giving him. Her fingers rolled over the head of his cock and stilled when the pads of her digits came in contact with the pre cum that had beaded out of the tip. He watched her brow furrow; dawning quickly followed. His cock was eased out of the boxers and for the first time Kara looked at his dick.

She stared at it in wonder, almost like a child with a new toy. He wrapped his hand around hers and showed her what he liked. Kara was a quick study, allowing him the opportunity while at the same time growing more adventurous. She stepped up, and reached in with her other hand. Once again she heard her sister’s words and carefully began to caress the soft sack that kept his balls safe. She rolled the spheres between her fingers and kept them tucked away, until Brad asked her to let him go. Kara did so, curious as to what was going to happen next.

Her chest rose and fell in nervous excitement as Brad stepped back; his shoes, pants, socks, and boxers were soon discarded. The playing field was still not level. He stood there naked. His cock swollen and hungry for his wife. His chest pounding with need. His fingers were clenched into tight fists as he stood there waiting to see what Kara would do.

There was a moment of hesitation in her face, which he saw, but said nothing about. She knew she held the power; he had made sure she understood that from the beginning. Kara took a moment canlı kaçak iddaa to calm her thoughts and focus on what she wanted to happen next. Her hands moved to her gown and she undid the strings at the bodice. Her breasts were tight and heavy; both nipples were hard and swollen. The skin was sensitive to the touch of the fabric as it moved across her skin. She pushed the panels of lace away, allowing Brad the opportunity to see what she’d been hiding under sweaters, blouses and jackets.

She cleared her throat when he whispered again words that told of her beauty. “I love you,” he added, as she licked her lips and began to lift the gossamer fabric away.

Time seemed to stop as each one of them looked upon the other. Brad saw the ivory skin of his wife; the pink nipples of her breasts, the trimmed hairs of her sex and the long lean legs that would soon be wrapped around him. It took a lifetime for him to breathe as she stood there, waiting for some sign that he was pleased. Words were spoken, but the sound of them were lost and would not be found – ever. Kara was deaf to whatever sounds were fluttering about the room; she moved closer and at the same time they reached out to one another.

“Wow,” Brad said before he kissed her. Her smile was lost in the touch of their mouths meeting. Their tongues again were dancing with each other. The muscles slid in and out, curling and rolling, as their naked bodies pressed together.

The curly hairs of Brad’s chest tickled and scratched at Kara’s breasts. Her nipples ached and unknowingly she rubbed herself harder into him. Brad’s hands moved up and down her back, cupped the back of her head, then moved to slide along the back of her ass. He pulled her up and gathered her into his arms. “Wrap your legs around my hips,” he told her. She did so and soon he was carrying her over to the bed.

When they reached the side, he lowered her to the soft coverings and pressed kisses to her forehead, before covering her lips again with his. The kiss was harder, filled with more pressure and hotter desire. Moans of want and arousal bubbled up from both of them as he guided her back to the mattress; soon Kara lay on her back, her hands moving to cover her chest and sex. Brad allowed her to hide what she wanted, but knew eventually she would forget about shielding herself from him.

The mattress sagged as she settled herself on the bed. She watched her husband move so he could position himself slightly above her. His mouth came down and she kissed him. It was a quick kiss; soon he was gone. His lips moved away from hers. Brad began to lick and touch her shoulders with his tongue and teeth. He then moved to her collar bone and down to the dip between her breasts. She felt his hands moving along her ribcage; her body shifted slightly at the touch that caused a quick tickle to dance up her spine. He apologized and she giggled, before she stilled. His mouth lay against the curve of her right breast.

Brad nuzzled her fingers; kissed the tips and slowly used his mouth and nose to coax away the palm of her hand. He licked around the edge of her nipple, teasing the ridged flesh that had grown tight. The hard nub, was soon encased between his lips; its tip bathed by the gentle swishing of his tongue. He heard her gasp. The sound was all the encouragement he needed. He opened his mouth and took a more knowing hold on the delicate flesh. The suckling motion was one that alternated between gentle and aggressive. He learned what she liked; listened to the sounds she made and felt the way her body responded.

Kara wasn’t sure what to say or do as her husband lavished her with attention. Her hands fell away; her arms felt like lead. She lay there trying to catch her breath as Brad moved from one tit to the other. He licked, bit, and kissed his way around both globes, until she was writhing. He told her how delicious her skin was and how much he loved her and wanted her. She took a deep breath and caught the musky scent of her sex. Another blush of pink covered her skin. Her body felt hot and yet she shivered at the touch of her husband’s hand moving down to the soft curls of her pussy.

She taken great care in trimming away the thick curls of her sex. Her sister had told her she could either keep the curls, trim them, or do away with them completely. She’d chosen to keep a small patch, not knowing what Brad would prefer. It was a topic she hadn’t covered with him. She promised to ask him later — much later, right now she had to focus on breathing.

Brad moved slowly down the length of Kara’s body. He took time exploring her skin, touching her with his fingertips, his nails, and the tip of his nose. When he reached her belly button he made sure to tease the center, making his wife giggle and push at him with her palms. She pushed downward, an unspoken need sending signals to her body to force his actions.

He looked up, caught her gaze and drifted down the final inches it took to reach the top of her sex. The look she sent him was mixed and he couldn’t truly read them; he chose instead canlı kaçak bahis to look at the soft tendrils that curled against her skin. A sigh fell from her lips – relief perhaps – he wondered, but didn’t ask. Instead Brad began to kiss the top of her pussy, then the lips. He dipped his tongue against the hooded flesh, rolled it back and forth, then lapped slowly at the inner skin.

“Oh God,” Kara whispered. Her legs fell apart, giving him another inch or two of space. He told her again how wonderful she tasted. His tongue moved further down, toying with the hole and seeking some of the moisture that was pooling at the edge. He drank what she offered and dove in for more.

The initial invasion of Brad’s mouth on her pussy made goosebumps rise up and cover Kara’s skin. Instinctively her hips rolled forward and she offered her body to her husband. She felt one of Brad’s hands slide under her ass, while the other slipped over her pussy and opened her. Her body bucked upward as he pushed his tongue deeper into her sex. In and out the muscle moved, coaxing more fluids from her. She felt sloppy and overly aroused. Concern flooded her mind. Perhaps the moistness would be more than normal. She worried and fretted, but soon words of adoration spoken by him finally reached her brain and she calmed.

He slipped one finger into the tight entrance and began to slowly fuck her. Curling the tip of his digit, allowed him to scratch at the fleshy wall and tease the ridges of flesh that were blanketed with juice. Brad dined on the virgin mound, embracing the scent that coated him whenever he came up for air. She was slick, hot, delicious, and more than enough woman for him. He devoured her, gently at first, but soon her thrashing drove him to act more vigorously. Her name was ripped from his chest. His cock demanded attention and he knew she was begging for something more, something deeper that only he could provide.

Brad was not ignorant to the fact that he knew once he left the apex of her sex and covered her body with his, that Kara would become still and frozen with both apprehension and curiousness. He moved swiftly, but not so fast as to cause fear to rear its ugly head.

“Ready baby?” he asked. His cock was held firmly in his hand. His breath was lodged in his throat. Brad waited for her to grant him permission to take the one gift she had to offer him at that moment.

“Yes,” she told him; her voice was shaky and her face paled slightly. He smiled, covered her mouth with his and kissed her while pushing his dick into the tight channel of her sex.

Kara’s body stiffened at the penetration of her husband’s cock and the scent and taste of her pussy’s juices. The fullness of his member was lost as were the examinations her taste buds and senses wanted to dwell on. A small knowing prick of pain seemed to swell up inside her. He pushed deeper; she winced, and bit down on the inside of her mouth, but only nodded her head yes when he asked if she was okay. The length and girth of his rod seemed to complete her as he settled against her. She held him; her arms were wrapped around his back. Her legs tangled with his and she kept him still with the slightest touch of her hands on his shoulders.

Brad wanted to move. His whole being told him to pound away on the delicate woman that lay beneath him; he waited until he felt her shift and slowly relax. The tenderness was still there; he could see it on her face, but he also knew that with practice came perfection and the tenderness would subside until eventually it would disappear.

He eased a few inches out, then slipped back in, allowing her to adjust herself when she felt the need. In time his pace quickened. He heard her moan and grunt in approval. Brad felt his balls tightened and cursed that he would come too soon. He knew for her it would take more time to experience the same explosion of release that he was about to receive. As his cum shot out, coating his better half with slick hot cream, he promised he’d make sure she found heaven sometime that evening.

Kara wasn’t sure if Brad was finished or not. She lay there while his breathing pattern changed and his words became more intelligible. Her sister had told her that her first time would border between bliss and frustration, but the more she and Brad did “it” the more she would be able to experience joy and pleasure. She even promised that soon she’d be screaming his name and cursing him at the same time. Kara had doubted it, but now as she lay under her husband who was dragging in deep gulps of air, she wondered how true her words had been.

When Brad moved away, his cock fell against her thigh. She looked down and apologized for the mess. He shook his head and told her there was nothing wrong. As he disappeared into the bathroom, she quickly looked around for something to wipe herself off with. Blood and moisture from her sex, along with the semen from her husband slipped down her thigh. The sound of the tap water running in the sink made her smile. Brad soon appeared with a wet wash cloth and a towel in his hand. He wiped at the proof of her innocence, then left again to take care of himself. When he returned Kara had removed the top cover from the bed and laid back the remaining linens. She climbed in and welcomed him into her arms.

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(NB. This story contains graphic descriptions of a female bowel movement. If you are in any way put off by this please do not read further.)

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During my 12-month relationship with Elaine, I was lucky enough to have explored many of my ultimate sexual fantasies and I’d like to think it was the same for her.

Lucky for me it was that Elaine was such a sexual woman, first and foremost.

Secondly was that Elaine was very accommodating to the dirty nature of my fantasies.

She was often happy to surrender her body completely to me, meaning that there was nothing taboo.

Given that our relationship was founded by me being caught playing with pairs of her discharge-stained panties, we were always going to have an adventurous and often dirty relationship.

It’s fair to say that I’ve never been with any one person since who fulfilled so many of sexual fantasies as Elaine.

I often miss that even to this day.

Right from the beginning Elaine and I constantly explored each other orally -something that we both loved. First it started with genital exploration and then led to exploring each other’s anuses, first with fingers and ultimately with toys and tongues.

Elaine was also completely comfortable going to the toilet in front of me — initially it was peeing and wiping but before long, she was changing tampons in front of me.

This eventually led to her emptying her bowels in front of me on several occasions — something that I had often fantasised about but had the real experience under Elaine’s watch.

And of course, there was constant access to her dirty underwear and Elaine had plenty of that.

On most days, Elaine would stain her underpants amply, so for someone with as rampant a panty fetish as myself, it was a dream come true.

I would help myself to them as often as I could, raiding her hamper or washer but almost always without Elaine finding out, although she more than likely knew what I was doing.

Her undies were always a great subject of play during sex as her they turned me on so much and I would always go for the stains on the inside.

Elaine would never object and in fact played to my fetish more often than not by leaving her dirty knickers lying about the place after work and also offering me the soiled crotch panel during sex, encouraging me to sniff and lick the gusset straight from her unwashed crotch to take in the full odour and flavour of her pussy discharge and always with her watching.

These are experiences that I will never forget and ones that intensified my panty fetish more than anything.

They are memories and images that I masturbate over to this very day.

My favourite sexual activities with Elaine could be listed as follows (in order of preference):

1.69’ing straight after work with her openings completely unwashed and the dirty crotch panel of her underpants visible and available

2.Watching and helping Elaine complete her important toilet activities — peeing, pooing and changing tampons

3.Finding any pair of her dirty knickers lying about on the floor or in the washer which included licking/sucking the dirty, stained crotch panel

4.Licking her anus, especially when she was on her period

5.Masturbating each other whilst looking at porn

If there was a crowning glory of our 12 months together however, it was the ongoing threesome that developed with Elaine and her hot sister-in-law, Simone.

ELAINE’S HOT SISTER-IN-LAW: SIMONE

Simone was Jewish and had married Elaine’s younger brother who was a pilot.

I had met Simone a few times at family get-togethers and couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

She wasn’t “glamourous” in the traditional sense but rather she possessed an array of natural assets that were literally to die for.

With no disregard to Elaine, I had begun masturbating over Simone immediately after I met her.

Big tits, long dark hair, pale complexion and a demeanour that utterly oozed sexuality, contributed to a package that was impossible to ignore.

But it was the day she squatted down in front of me (possibly intentionally) and I caught an extended view of her floral-patterned white cotton panties as her short summer skirt lifted nicely and revealed directly between her legs.

From that moment I was entirely seduced.

So not only was I having raucous and dirty sex with Elaine but also now masturbating vigorously now over both Elaine AND Simone!

Having seen the outside of her white undies, I then began wondering what the inside was like.

I imagined lots of brown and yellowish staining, just like Elaine. And what did it smell like? Musky? Fishy? Like pee and sweat? I wondered what kind of vagina Simone actually had. Did she have pubic hair around it? If so, how much? And what colour was it? What colour was her anus? Pink? Brown perhaps? What did it look like, smell like, taste like?

I imagined Simone on her period and changing tampons as she sat on the toilet, reaching illegal bahis down in amongst her pubic hair with her stained white cotton panties around her knees and pulling the used tampon out from between her legs and then pushing a fresh one back up inside her.

It was hard not to keep imagining Simone sitting on the toilet and doing her business, squirting out a long, hissing jet stream of pee out of her bladder and then wiping herself through her pubic hair, across her vulva and labia and maybe even as far down as her anus.

I loved imagining her anus going to work, excreting her long, thick and smelly faeces with a nice “slap” as it hit the bowl or a gentle “splash” as it hit the water below. And the smell – what would this have been like?

Just the thought of Simone pooing was incredibly overwhelming by itself. I couldn’t really have imagined what having the real-life odour in my midst might have been like.

ELAINE AND SIMONE: A DIRTY PANTY DUO

To my complete surprise one evening, Elaine came home and presented me with a white cotton g-string.

She urged me to inspect it — which I did — and immediately found it to be quite well soiled on the inside.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“WOW!!” was my only reply. “Is this yours?” already knowing that it wasn’t.

“It’s Simone’s,” she responded. “I was around visiting them earlier and found it lying about in the bathroom. I thought you would like to see them.”

“You thought right baby!!” I gushed.

My heart began to thump wildly as I excitedly peeled back the intimate material and inspected more closely.

The crotch panel was heavy with yellowish-brown staining and if it really was Simone’s then it was more than I could have ever wished for!

Upon even further inspection, I could actually see some definite brown stains around where the anus would have contacted with the material inside the panty.

“Hey look at this Elaine,” I offered. “You can all see her discharge stains in here.”

“Mmmmmmm,” Elaine then took a closer inspection herself. “They look like bum stains to me,” she said pointing to the offending marks.

“Why don’t you have a good sniff and a taste then?” she continued. “I don’t mind if you want to. I might actually go and grab a pair of mine and we can compare notes if you want!!”

At this, Elaine disappeared briefly and then returned a minute or so later with a pair of her own soiled undies, as promised.

Immediately I had a pair of dirty stained panties from both women in each hand.

As I turned the gusset of each outwards, I began to carefully inspect the discharge stains of each woman individually — Elaine’s frilly white bikini briefs with dirty brown stains from the previous days’ wear which smelled of her typically sweaty, musky and more than slightly fishy vaginal opening. On this occasion, to my delight, a single golden brown anal streak was also evident just adjacent to her vaginal stains.

Then there was Simone’s stained g-string — incredibly musky and sweaty and yellowish-brown in colour, similar to Elaine but without the familiar fishy tang that Elaine’s very mature and hairy vagina was so capable of producing.

More importantly I was most interested in sampling the anal odour of each woman.

Both were similar as it turned out, with only a faint faecal odour remnant on each.

What now remained, as far as I was concerned was a very discerning taste test.

I first placed Elaine’s stained crotch panel into my mouth, closing my eyes and sucking gently on the gusset as she lovingly watched. To my surprise, Elaine actually took Simone’s dirty g-string and began sucking on the crotch panel herself!!

“Nice and tangy!!” Elaine declared. “But not nearly as fishy as mine!!”

I was a bit too engrossed in taking in the flavours from Elaine’s discharge to actually acknowledge what she was doing herself, but as I briefly opened my eyes and noticed her with her own eyes closed and sucking on another woman’s soiled crotch panel, I was incredibly turned on.

My urge was to ask Elaine to lie back and spread her legs for me at that point, so I could enjoy looking directly up inside her pink wide open vagina set in amongst all her pubic hair, whilst sucking on the discharge that it had produced.

There could be nothing more sensual right then and there than seeing that hairy, mature vagina spread wide apart in front of me and emitting its pungent, sweaty, fishy aroma whilst the stale, musky fishy flavours of her previous day’s discharge filled my mouth and senses.

SIMONE’S PAST LIFE

Over the next few weeks, Elaine had taken the opportunity of sampling some more of Simone’s used underwear for us both to enjoy.

It was clear that Simone wore a variety of different underwear and her vagina and anus were actively leaving stains inside it on a daily basis — I was completely surprised at the variation in colour and texture and amounts of vaginal discharge and anal skid marks inside Simone’s panties. illegal bahis siteleri

I was thrilled when Elaine brought home a pair one evening that even had one of Simone’s black curly pubic hairs stuck inside the stained crotch panel.

Personally, I had never had more fun sexually as I was able to take advantage of having such a sexual, dirty woman in Elaine as my partner.

I just loved being given access to the dirty vaginal secrets of not just one woman, but TWO at once!!

The next development however was one I may have dreamed about but could never have imagined being realised.

Elaine revealed to me that she had found out from Simone that she had actually done some naked internet modelling about five years earlier to allegedly help pay for her college costs.

On first consideration of course, my immediate response was that Elaine was winding me up completely.

This couldn’t have been so.

Five minutes later though, we were sitting down at the computer and logging onto the website that Elaine had been told about by Simone.

It seemed that Elaine may well have had her doubts about all this as well and my own doubts were not lessened by the fact that the site being quoted was actually quite high profile.

Sure enough though, as we started filing through the models individually, my heart nearly leapt through my chest when a thumbnail of Simone appeared right there in front of us under the moniker of “Natasha”.

As we double-clicked and entered “Natasha’s” profile page, it was undeniably her – albeit 5 years younger and with shorter hair.

“Natasha” appeared before us resplendently in a series of 8 galleries — her main profile photo was a topless pose with her looking sensually down the camera and her large milky breasts exposed, one cupped in her right hand with the nipple being pinched in between her thumb and index finger.

It was my first time seeing Simone’s naked breasts and even if it was on the internet, they were INCREDIBLE!!

My heart was now racing and my penis totally erect inside my pants — I just wanted to see MORE!

Unfortunately, the website did require membership to be able to view the full galleries, so I joined up immediately.

Each of the 8 galleries was now able to he viewed — there seemed to be approximately 150 photos in each which indicated that I was hopefully about to see Simone in some very detailed and graphic imagery.

I opened the first gallery entitled “Natural Natasha”.

The first page showed Simone fully clothed in a white singlet top and denim skirt.

By page 2, she had removed her top and revealed her huge breasts inside a black lacy bra.

By page 3, she had begun opening her legs for the camera to reveal that she was wearing a black cotton g-string underneath the denim skirt.

By the end of page 3, she was removing her skirt which proceeded to a series of shots of her just in her underwear.

Page 4 saw her remove all her underwear to have her posing completely naked, showing both her large milky breasts and what I could now see was her full triangle of black pubic hair.

Page 5 led to Simone opening her legs wide apart and exposing her vagina for the camera and towards the end of the page, the photographer had her spreading her vagina apart with her fingers as the camera moved in for some very graphic close-ups of the inside of her pink vagina.

The vaginal close-ups continued onto page 6 with some VERY intimate internal shots which clearly revealed her pee hole and her clitoris.

Page 6 also revealed Simone’s anus to the camera for the first time and by the time I clicked onto page 7, the camera had zoomed in for some extreme close-up detail of her spread wrinkled brown poo opening.

The camera explored her anus in very close detail and even better was that the images were available in hi-res as well as standard. The hi-res images afforded an extreme view in very precise amounts of detail. This revealed the intimate colours of the wrinkled brown flesh around Simone’s anus and the much pinker flesh inside it. It also revealed a VERY clean anus devoid of any faecal residue. The other thing that was very obvious to me were the little black and brown hairs that seemed to grow so naturally around Simone’s anus and perineum.

I felt extremely excited to learn about this very private part of Simone’s body.

The final page continued with some more graphic shots of Simone pulling her ample vaginal flaps apart with one hand whilst placing the middle finger tip of her other hand up against her anus.

It was characterised at this point by the closed-eye, head-pulled-back look of orgasmic ecstasy on Simone’s face as she feigns climax within herself and urges the same towards the viewer as her vaginal lips spread wide apart for the camera and her finger provides some stimulation against the rim of her anus.

I had been rubbing my loins with increasing intensity as the shoot progressed which had not gone unnoticed from Elaine. Her canlı bahis siteleri hand had replaced mine as the climax ensued and I came freely with the camera looking deeply into Simone’s pink vaginal opening — black pubic hair and thick brown flaps spread asunder to reveal her wide open urethra and shiny pink clitoris poking out and erect from beneath the folded, wrinkled flesh of her clitoral hood.

From this one photo shoot, most parts of Simone’s incredible physique were revealed.

Nothing was left to the imagination in the space of 150 images with every intimate part of Simone’s anatomy being revealed to the viewer.

Her breasts, buttocks, pubic hair and all aspects of her vulva are revealed — labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, clitoral hood, urethra and vaginal opening itself – as well as her anus, perineum and buttock crack.

What I found most impressive about Simone though was not just her female “bits”, but more the shape and colour and size of her intimate objects that was so sexually overt and incredibly stimulating.

Starting with her clothing and underwear which built up the anticipation so perfectly and led to some beautiful shots with her legs spread revealing her black cotton g-string and the subsequent close-ups showing a few sprigs of her black pubic hair jutting out the sides.

Once revealed, her black pubic hair is formed in a near-perfect feminine triangle covering her private female parts when standing.

But in sexual position with legs spread apart, her vulva and vagina are fully exposed — her pussy flaps in particular are clearly thick and protruding, surrounded by the perfect frame of black pubic hair against the pale colouring of her soft skin and the combined browns and bright pinks of what lies in between her legs.

Her anus also looks brown and poo-stained and wrinkled from the outside but once pulled apart in many of the photos, it is VERY pink on the inside. Even in super Hi-res, there were no traces whatsoever of any faeces around her anus but clearly there were some nice little brown and black hairs naturally surrounding the anus and perineum which I easily imagined, DO get soiled with poo when Simone goes to the toilet to empty her bowels.

I personally would have been quite happy to see her openings exposed with natural amounts of discharge in and around her vaginal opening and smeared amongst her pubic hair as well as residue faeces around her anus from her last toilet visit.

By far the most eye-catching of the 8 photo shoots for me were firstly the “watersports” shoot; where Simone gradually disrobes herself in a bathroom to all but a white cotton g-string and proceeds to sit on the toilet with her legs apart and the g-string pulled down to her knees. The photographer even had her position the panties so that the crotch panel is completely turned outwards and exposed to the camera and in focus in the foreground with the softer focus on her black pubic hair triangle and 40DD breasts flopping off her chest up above. Even though the panty gusset appears completely clean, the shoot climaxes as Simone empties her bladder into the toilet with a graphic series of close-ups of the urine, shooting out of her urethra catching multiple droplets in her pubic hair on the way out.

The final page of the shoot has numerous shots of her reaching down between her legs with white toilet paper to wipe before dropping into the toilet and flushing.

Finally, the shoot entitled “Natasha: wide open and hairy” featured her stripping from a short, floral summer dress to be naked, but for a pair of large, white cotton granny panties with pink flowers all over them.

What followed were 9 pages of “Natasha” in extremely erotic and lewd posing with the granny panties in various states of removal and exposure providing incredible imagery of her spread, wide open vaginal opening surrounded by black pubic hair — the bright pinks and browns of her “bits” looking stunning set against the black colouring of her pubes and the pale very tones of her skin.

The set drew to a climax with some very graphic and intimate close-ups of “Natasha” bent over and spreading her beautiful anus for the camera — nothing was left to the imagination with several of the shots featuring her gaping anal opening and extremely clear views of the glistening pink internals of her rectum — all this with the inner crotch panel of her white granny panties upturned and exposed underneath.

The only element missing from this mix was some natural vaginal and/or anal staining on her undies, which unfortunately had not featured in any of Simone’s magnificent pornographic photo-shoots.

Having since having had the opportunity to see the real-life condition of some of her undies, I used this as very powerful fodder for masturbation whilst looking through these incredibly graphic and lewd images of Elaine’s hot sister-in-law, Simone.

A DINNER INVITATION

Having now full access to Simone’s past life via these amazing pornographic images had the effect of souping up my already overcharged and dirty sex life with Elaine.

From here on, we began to discuss the possibility of somehow coercing her brother’s incredibly hot wife of maybe joining us for a real-life threesome at some point.

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“Oh, fuck me, Shane!”

Shane and Ann were in Ann’s bed. Fucking, to be precise. Shane had Ann pinned to the bed, pounding into her roughly. She had her arms around him and moved up to meet his passionate thrusts. Her legs lay limp on either side of Shane’s body as he pumped into her repeatedly at an accelerating rate. Both were covered in sweat and on the verge of hitting an orgasm. Finally, Ann began breathing more heavily than before. She stared up dreamily at the ceiling as the orgasm’s rich and luxuriant waves possessed her. “God, Shane, you’re so good…”

Shane squeezed Ann’s ass viciously as he licked her breasts hungrily. Soon Shane felt a twitch in his balls. “I’m gonna cum soon,” he whispered hoarsely. Ann immediately pulled Shane’s cock out of her and shoved it in her mouth. Shane stood on his knees with Ann underneath him, and he sighed as he felt her hot mouth take him in. Ann’s head bobbed back and forth in quick motions on Shane’s manhood. She sucked on it hard, sliding her lips on it, tightening their grip, swirling her tongue all over its flesh, toying with his balls with her hands. This was more than Shane could take. He let out a sharp cry as semen flooded Ann’s mouth. Shane felt himself explode and his essence pouring down Ann’s throat in tendrils of warmth. When he was done she licked his cock clean and She lay back on the bed alongside Shane.

“That was pretty damn good,” he marveled. “Honey, you use your tongue better than a twenty dollar whore.”

She slapped him angrily. “Don’t you ever compare me to a whore,” she snapped. Shane put his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, babe,” he protested, “it was just a joke.”

“Well don’t fucking joke with me,” she mocked. Ann was forty two years old, and though she was very good looking her age showed greatly in her tired brown eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair was all mussed up and slight wrinkles were visible when she frowned, like she currently was. As she got older, her sense of humor deteriorated further. Shane was three years younger than Ann, but looked considerably more youthful than thirty nine. He always had young girls flirting with him, and though he ignored them, this greatly angered Ann. As it was, she was naturally grumpy. The last thing she (or Shane, for that matter) needed was something to piss her off.

Silence permeated the room for a while until Shane looked at her innocently with his bright green eyes. She looked on at him, unimpressed. “My daughter is coming home tomorrow from college,” she told him.

Shane was startled. “You have a daughter?”

Ann slowly regained a more pleasant look on her face. “Yes, I never told you?”

Shane grinned. “Is she as gorgeous as her mother?”

Ann blushed slightly. “She’s very pretty, Shane, which is why I’d appreciate you not talking to her. At all.”

She looked at him sternly as Shane looked at her with a confused look on his face. “As it is, I already have to deal with those dumb preppy little high school bitches who want you to nail them. I really don’t want that with my daughter.” She looked at him even more seriously. “And if you even touch her..” “Whoa, wait,” Shane interrupted. “Why are you telling me this bullshit? Have I ever been in another woman’s arms in the time we’ve been together?”

Ann looked down. “No,” she mumbled. “Then why are you worried?” Shane asked. She smiled and they hugged.

“Okay,” she said, “let’s get some sleep.”

That morning Shane awoke to noise downstairs. “So, Alicia,” he heard, “what classes are you taking next semester?”

Then it hit him. Alicia must be Ann’s daughter. He lay there in bed briefly wondering what exactly she looked like. Though she could be a bitch, Ann was a rather attractive woman. Blonde hair, brown eyes, not too many signs of aging, and a very nice frame. Alicia had a very cute voice, and it aroused him a tad. He remembered what Ann had told him, but he just had to see what she looked like. It’s not like he was going to fuck her, or anything. So he thought.

Shane clothed himself and slowly headed downstairs, not knowing what to anticipate. He reached the end of the stairs and turned into the living room, where he saw Ann and a very lovely Alicia. Her eyes were green like his own, her pouty lips blood red, her hair a radiant light blonde. She was sitting on the couch across from Ann in a chair wearing a short white skirt and a tight white top. She had her sexy legs crossed when she looked up at him. Ann got up and greeted Shane with a kiss. “Alicia,” Ann told her, “this is my boyfriend Shane.” Shane smiled and gave a weak wave. Technically he wasn’t talking to Alicia, so how could Ann get mad?

The entire time Alicia kept her eyes on Shane, admiring his eyes and short black hair. She found him extremely handsome. She also couldn’t help but notice how the tight shirt he was wearing showed off his well built upper body. Shane was having difficulty ignoring Alicia himself. Ann invited him to sit in the living room begrudgingly güvenilir bahis and he sat in the couch next to the one Alicia was sitting in. Shane didn’t pay any real attention to the conversation, he was just trying desperately to ignore the beautiful thing sitting a couple feet from him.

Soon Ann excused herself to go to the bathroom, and as she disappeared, Alicia pulled a hair tie out of her shirt pocket and dropped it in front of Shane. She got up and picked it up, bending over before Shane’s eyes, displaying her perfectly rounded ass. He had to suppress his yearning, and he watched her tie her hair back as he tried repeating mantra to himself; things like “Ann would kill me” or “Shouldn’t fuck outside my age bracket”. It didn’t work too well, and when Alicia smiled at him, he nodded nervously and smiled back, knowing that if Ann didn’t return shortly, he would jump on this sexy girl and fuck her brains out.

Thankfully, Ann came back just then, eyeing Shane suspiciously with one of those “don’t you dare” looks. He got up off of the seat. “I should really get home,” he shakily announced. “I think I, uh..left the stove on, or something.” He headed to the door. Ann waved and Alicia softly said goodbye. “Nice meeting you,” she told him in that cute voice, looking right into his eyes. He averted his gaze. “Yeah, you too. See you guys.”

As he locked the door, he could very faintly hear them talking.

“That’s a nice catch you got there, mom,” he heard Alicia say. “How old is he, twenty something?” Shane figured that he should get to the car before he start jacking off on the front door. He walked to his car and got in the driver’s seat, sitting there for a while. Eventually, he stuck the key in the ignition, turned it, backed out and drove home. The whole ten minute drive he could think of nothing but Alicia. His mind was plagued with the thought of drilling into her, hearing her scream out in ecstasy, feeling her taut body pressed against his.

Soon he realized that he had gotten very hard thinking about all this. Soon, however, he drove up into his apartment complex parking lot and was heading toward his apartment. There he could think all he wanted about banging that hot little piece of ass and relieve himself. When he got into his apartment, he threw his keys on the table and headed into the bathroom. He dropped onto his knees before the toilet, pulled his almost fully erect shaft out and started stroking madly. The vision in his head was quite clear. While Ann was in the bathroom and Alicia bent over, rather than sitting there like a dumb ass he got up and pulled her panties down and started nailing her from behind.

He imagined himself fondling fer tits and her screaming “Fuck me, Shane” repeatedly. He came in no time, his jism hitting the toilet water harder than it ever had before. He cleaned up and walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch. He was sexually relieved now, but he was still thinking about Alicia. Shane pulled his pack of Marlboros out of his pocket and lit up a cigarette. He needed some relaxation after that. He tried to get himself thinking about something else, but he really couldn’t. The most annoying things were the ones that you could never have. He wanted so bad to be able to simply write it off as nothing at all, but he just couldn’t. ‘Maybe a shower is what I need,’ he thought. He finished his cigarette and put it out in short, vicious strokes. Shane got up and looked out the window for a while, cursing his situation. Then he began walking towards the bathroom. He was just about ready to disrobe when he heard a knock at the door. Swearing softly, he went to answer it. It was Ann. She smiled. “Hi, Shane,” she said. “Hey,” he smiled.

She came in and sat on the loveseat in the middle of the living room. She was wearing a simple white shirt and blue jeans, the same ones she was wearing this morning. Shane closed the door behind her and saw an unpleasant look on her face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Shane, I came over to apologize,” she told him. “I should have trusted you more…”

Her voice trailed off. He walked over to her and sat next to her. “It’s alright, babe,” he told her and kissed her neck. “I was about to take a shower right now,” he continued, “but it would be a lot more fun if you joined me.”

Ann smiled. “I told Alicia that I had to go run some errands,” she whispered into his ear, “so we can fuck all afternoon.”

Shane picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They ripped off each other’s clothes ferociously as Shane made his way to the bathroom with Ann on top of him. When they got inside the bathroom Ann got off of Shane and sat on the toilet while he turned the water on. When the shower was on, he beckoned her inside. She followed and they stood there kissing in the water for a while. He dropped slowly to his knees and began gingerly kissing Ann’s pussy. She moaned as the water rushed down her body and Shane ate her. She placed her hands on the shower wall to brace türkçe bahis herself as Shane progressed in his licking.

He covered her clit with his tongue and licked it so quickly that it left Ann totally out of breath. Still, all Shane was thinking of was Alicia. In his mind he was tasting Alicia’s pussy, he was fondling Aicia’s tits and ass. He was hearing Alicia moaning in unbridled pleasure. He licked his way up Ann’s body to her mouth and his tongue intruded her mouth hellaciously. He fingered her as they kissed with one hand and fondled her left breast with the other. He was rigid, and he decided that it was time to take care of it. Her hands were still on the shower wall, so he decided to take her from behind. He eased his cock into her wet cunt and began his thrusting. She writhed about in front of him as Shane pulled her hair slightly. He fondled her breasts and almost whispered “Oh Alicia” into her ear.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna cum, baby,” Ann managed out. “But I wanna see your face when I cum.”

‘Fair enough’, he thought. He couldn’t very well tell her that he didn’t want to see her face because he was imagining himself fucking her daughter. Besides, Ann was nowhere near ugly, just not a goddess like Alicia. Shane pulled out and turned Ann around. He pushed Ann against the wall and inserted himself into her juicy cunt. She encased her legs around Shane and squeezed. Shane grunted as he fucked Ann, thinking of Alicia the whole time. He humped her harder and harder into the wall, driving himself as far as he could go inside her. He kissed her hotly and groped her tits fervently as he slammed into her. Desire overcame him as he pictured Alicia’s face before his, moaning “fuck me” and everything that Ann was groaning now.

“Oh, Shane, I’m cumming!”

Shane felt cum and water trickle down his legs and then sperm began to rush up his shaft. He finally burst, having the best orgasm he’d ever had with Ann simply by thinking of Alicia. Suddenly, Ann shoved him off of her. “You asshole!” she yelled. ‘Shit,’ Shane remembered. Ann had a thing about guys cumming inside of her. He forgot about that. Now she was all pissed. She stepped out of the shower and started drying herself. “Ann, wait,” Shane began. “Shut up,” she snapped back at him. “You know I hate it when guys cum in me. And you fucking did it anyway!”

“Babe, I just couldn’t help it this time,” he said softly. Ann held up her hand as she dressed herself hurriedly, her hair still wet. “Ann,” Shane tried to speak, “every time we fuck you get pissed for no real reason.”

Ann’s face got red. “No, you dick!” she yelled. “I get pissed because you do something to piss me off!” With that, she headed out the door. Shane heard it slam and sat in the shower, the water still running. “Goddammit,” he muttered. Once his anger began to subside, he began to think about the sex he just had. ‘Imagine actually fucking Alicia,’ he thought. Then he shook his head. ‘Nah, I’m in enough trouble already.’

He decided to follow Ann back to her house and try to talk to her. He had to do something. He dried himself and started putting his clothes on. He ran a comb through his hair, put a blow dryer on it, and headed out. For the first time of the day, he wasn’t thinking of Alicia. He was trying to save his crumbling relationship. He got in his car and headed down to Ann’s house.

When he arrived there he stood out in front nervously for a while. He lit up another cigarette and sat on the hood of his car. ‘Thank god Alicia’s not here,’ he thought, noting the absence of her car. ‘I hope she’ll listen to me,’ Shane continued in thought as he took a long drag off of the cigarette. “This feels like fucking spinning plates,” he muttered as he put it out and headed to the door. He knocked three times and soon there was an answer. He couldn’t see Ann through the screen, but she just answered the door so he knew she was there. “Can we talk?” he asked. The door opened, but Alicia was standing there instead of Ann. Shane was bewildered. “Where the hell is Ann?”

Alicia looked up at him innocently. “I don’t know, she asked to take my car because she was low on gas or something. She said she had errands to do.”

Shane sighed. “Did you want something to drink?” she asked. Shane thought about it, scanning Alicia’s perfect body and knowing that she was scanning him. “Yeah, I would, thanks.”

She walked off to the kitchen, moving her ass in a mesmerizing motion. At least it hypnotized Shane. “What do you want?” she asked. “Anything with alcohol in it,” he answered. “Alright,” she responded. “You’re having what I’m having, then.”

Shane was taken aback by this. “How old are you?” he asked. He watched her mix Jack Daniels and Coke with startling expertise. Then again, she was in college. “Twenty,” she answered. She came back with two glasses and handed him one. “Thanks,” he said lamely. He sat at the table in the middle of the room with his, and she downed hers somewhat quickly. Then she walked off without saying güvenilir bahis siteleri a word. Curious, he walked after her stealthily and saw her go into the bathroom. Across from the bathroom was a bedroom door. He walked in, since it was open. A closet was right in front of a very comfortable looking bed. It was a nice looking room. Then he heard the bathroom door open. Upon hearing that, he jumped into the closet and shut it.

Alicia walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it. She walked over to the bed and lay on it, her arms at her sides. She was on her back, and Shane could see through the blinds in the closet door. He saw up her skirt and saw her gorgeous lumps of flesh on her chest. Then he noticed her putting her hand down her skirt. Excitement gripped Shane; just seeing such a lovely creature masturbate was almost enough to make him explode. She spread her legs a little as her other hand began fondling her breasts vigorously.

Shane’s cock was throbbing. He pulled it out and without a second’s thought started beating away. As he did this, Alicia started gasping for air, and he could see the wetness consume her panties. “Oh, Shane,” she moaned, and Shane just started cumming right there. His jism was splashing off of the inside of the closet door, but he didn’t care. This gorgeous girl was writhing on a bed a couple feet from him and she wanted him. The only thing that kept him from fucking her right there was Ann. For all he knew Ann would be home in minutes, and it would take more than a couple of minutes to properly fuck this young goddess.

After a few minutes her fingering and moaning subsided and she sat up. She licked her cum off of her fingers while looking at the closet door, to Shane it felt like she was looking right at him. She got up, opened the door, and went back into the bathroom. Shane quickly placed his dick back in his pants and rushed back into the living room. He almost jumped over the table to where he was sitting and downed what was left of his drink. Then Alicia came back out and sat next to him. “So, you wanted to talk to my mom?” she asked, that innocent look in her eyes. Shane nodded. “Yeah, we’ve been having some problems.”

“Is it because my mom’s got no fucking sense of humor?”

Shane laughed. “Kind of, yeah.”

“I swear, I’ll say some sarcastic comment and she’ll get all bent out of shape,” she went on, laughing with Shane. Alicia stopped laughing and started to look at Shane; she looked at him for a long while, and Shane struggled to not return her stare. “You know,” she began, “you need a girl who would appreciate you. Not all guys look as good as you at your age.”

Shane smiled. “Thanks, but I like your mom.”

“I’m not sure about her, though,” she went on. “I was telling her that I thought you were pretty attractive, and she just said ‘eh’. I don’t know if that’s all that positive.”

Shane shook his head. “Probably because she’s been pretty mad at me lately. I don’t know why, but I seem to be able to get her mad without even trying.” Alicia developed a sly stare into Shane’s matching eyes of green and Shane eventually looked back. They shared a gaze looking into each other’s eyes for a good while. ‘If there are a greener pair of eyes,’ Shane thought longingly, ‘then they’re not on this fucking planet.’

“I would appreciate you,” Alicia told him softly. It was then that warning sirens went off in Shane’s head. He got up. “I better go,” he said to Alicia’s disappointment. He put the glass his drink was in in the sink and began heading out. “Thanks for the drink,” he told her. She looked up at him, sad that he was leaving. “No problem.”

“Tell your mom I stopped by okay? I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

Shane walked off to his car. ‘Goddamn guilt,’ he thought.

Not more than ten minutes after Shane left Ann came back. As she walked in, Alicia was sitting at the table. “Shane was just looking for you,” she informed her mother. Ann was stunned. “He was?”

“Yeah, he was.”

Ann walked up the stairs to her room pondering this. Alicia got up from the table and headed to her room, aching for Shane. She wanted him possibly in the most horrible way, and yet he wouldn’t do anything with her so long as he was with Ann. She laid down on her bed, thinking again about what it would be like to fuck him. She pictured herself lying on her bed, her legs outflung, with Shane moving in and out in between her thighs. She decided to just take a nap and temporarily cleanse her mind of thought. It was the middle of the damn day, but you don’t think about too much when you’re asleep. ‘If only sleep transcended time,’ she thought miserably. Meanwhile Ann was upstairs on the phone, trying to get a hold of Shane. Her first call got the answering machine, but the second one a few minutes later got him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Look, Ann, I’m really sorry. I just-“

“Shh…babe, why don’t you spend the night here tonight?”

Shane was suprised, but happy. “Sure, whatever you want.”

“Okay, what time do you want to come over?”

“How about like eight?”

Ann looked at the clock in her room. It was two in the afternoon. “Whatever suits you, I can wait.”

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Christian, Zach and Penny lay on the blanket for about half an hour, soaking up the sun and talking about their past summer jobs and experiences.

“I don’t know about you guys,” Penny began. “But all of that fucking and cumming has made me pretty hungry. Why don’t we head to the camp to get cleaned up and have some food?”

The guys agreed and the trio started to get ready to leave. They decided to take a quick swim in the lake to wash the cum and saliva and lube off of their various parts. As Penny walked towards the lake both guys felt their cocks twitch as they saw cum oozing out of both of her holes, ultimately leading to a cum trail running down her inner thighs.

Penny noticed that she wasn’t being followed so she looked over her shoulder before entering the water and asked: “Do you like what you see? Do you like seeing your sperm seep out of my fuck holes?”

“Yes,” they both said in unison.

“You definitely wear our cum well,” Zach said with a smile.

Penny smiled back and then dove into the water. The three of them swam for a few minutes and then packed up Penny’s camping gear before heading back to camp. Upon arriving at camp Penny stashed her things in one of the female cabins (“I like you guys but we just met…and a girl needs her space!”). As Penny unpacked, Christian and Zach scrounged up some dinner and the three of them ate a good sized supper. By the time they had finished it was getting to be early evening and Penny announced that she was going to take a shower and then go to bed so she could enjoy not sleeping on the ground.

“Can we keep you company?” Christian asked.

“I was hoping you would,” Penny replied, smiling. “After all, I already know that the boys’ shower is usable.”

Still naked from their earlier exploits, the three of them walked to the communal-style showers and turned three of the shower heads on. Despite having cooled off in the lake earlier, the clean water felt good after spending a lot of time in the sun. With her eyes closed, Penny let out a satisfied purr as both guys watched her beautiful body under the stream of water. After a minute or so, Penny cursed.

“Shit,” she said. “I forgot to pee before we got in here. I really hate to leave this glorious shower…I’ll be right back.”

As she began to walk past Christian, he gently reached for her arm to stop her.

“You can pee in here, Penny,” he said. “We don’t care, right Zach?”

“It’s cool with me,” Zach agreed.

“Okay,” Penny said, smiling. “Some boys – and girls – seem to find it gross for someone to pee in front of them. But if you guys don’t care that’s perfect!”

With that, she went back under her shower, purred again and spread her legs slightly. She then pulled up on the skin above her pubic hair line and a stream of light yellow urine began to intermingle with the water coming out of the shower head.

“Ah, that’s so much better,” Penny said as the stream finished. “Do you two have any soap?”

“We do,” Christian said after a moment. “But there’s an issue with it.”

“Oh?”

“It can only be handled by Zach and me – girls named Penny simply aren’t allowed to touch it.”

“Wow, that’s pretty weird,” Penny said with mock seriousness in her voice.

“Well, it makes perfect sense to me,” Christian retorted. “How about you, Zach – logical?”

“Perfectly,” he said with a smile.

“Well, I guess that would be okay,” Penny began. “I suppose with us being here all alone and there being two of you and one of me I couldn’t really stop you even if I wanted to, right?”

Zach and Christian looked at each other and then looked at Penny, a puzzled expression crossing their features.

“We don’t want you to feel…” Christian began.

“I mean, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing,” Penny interrupted. “Some girls are into that kind of stuff. You know, being forced to do certain things against their will…”

Christian and Zach looked more confused than ever.

“I’ll give you and example,” Penny explained. “Let’s say there’s this girl named…Wenny. And she gets off on being forced to do certain sexual things by guys or girls that she trusts. And if those guys or girls ever started to do something she really didn’t want to do she would say a safe word like “rabbit”. And she’d like things to be pretty rough. And that game could start now.”

With that Penny turned away from the guys, closed her eyes and put her face under the water, purring softly again.

Christian and Zach looked at each other, looked at their three-quarter mast cocks, and smiled and nodded.

Christian walked up behind Penny and started to soap up her smooth, toned back with his bar of soap. At his touch, Penny let out a startled gasp and leaped illegal bahis forward a step and turned around, covering her big tits and bush with her hands.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Penny asked, a tone of disapproval in her voice. “You shouldn’t be in here while I’m showering.”

“Relax,” Christian replied with a smile. “I just thought you could use some help getting clean. You look like you’re a pretty dirty girl.”

“I’m not a dirty girl,” Penny replied. “I’m a good girl and I don’t let strange boys touch me while I’m showering. I want you to leave me alone right now or I’ll call for help.”

“But we’re here to help,” Zach cut in stepping behind Penny so she was now between the two guys. “Christian’s right – you do look like a dirty girl. We just want to help get you cleaned up. Besides, there’s really nothing you can do to stop us.”

With that Zach grasped both of Penny’s arms from behind, firmly and not too gently. Penny let out a surprised shout but both boys saw her tremble a bit as well, belying the fact that she was getting very turned on. Christian advanced towards her and began soaping up her chest and abdomen and legs. Once they got a good lather he put the soap down and used his hands to massage the soap into her perky tits while playing with her raging hard nipples.

“Stop that,” Penny said, keeping her voice as indignant as possible while moaning in pleasure. “I want you to stop now. I’m a nice girl and I don’t let boys touch me like this.”

“You love it,” Zach said. “You’re look like a nice girl but we know you like having your perky tits played with.”

Zach let go of one of Penny’s arms so he could get in on the groping fun, too; however when he did she pulled away as if to escape. “No you don’t”, Zach said and yanked her back toward him. Penny let out a yelp and Zach reached his left hand in front of her body and gently but firmly grabbed her throat.

“Now listen,” Zach said into her ear. “You’re going to do what we say or things are going to get unpleasant, alright? We just want to play with your body for a little bit. You’re sexy as fuck and you’ve given me and Christian these raging erections by looking like a hot little slut. Now are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” Penny said. “I’ll do what you say.”

“Good,” Zach replied, keeping his hand around her throat for effect. “Now let’s see what you have down here…”

Zach snaked his other hand down Penny’s body until her found the curve of her perfect ass. He grabbed each cheek roughly and then proceeded to run his soapy fingers along her ass crack, eliciting a moan for his efforts. Meanwhile, Christian had moved down as well and was massaging Penny’s clit, slowly bringing her to orgasm.

“I think she likes it,” Christian said. “She’s wet as hell.”

“I don’t like it,” Penny moaned. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. I’m just glad you’re not treating me like a dirty slut or hurting me at all.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Zach demanded, spinning Penny around to face him and grabbing her throat again. “Did you just say we’re not treating you like a dirty slut?”

“I’m sorry I said that,” Penny said, looking down. “I don’t think you two are being limp-dicked fucks at all.”

“Limp-dicked?” Zach said angrily, grabbing the sides of Penny’s face and forcing her to look up at him. “I’ll show you a limp dick!”

With that he grabbed a handful of Penny’s hair (roughly, but not too roughly) and pulled her head down to the level of his raging erection, forcing her to bend over at her waist. Taking the base of his shaft in his other hand he slapped Penny across the face with his cock several times, producing loud slapping noises. He then grabbed her hair with both hands and drove his cock home down her throat. Penny made some loud gagging noises and tried to pull away from Zach’s cock but he just grabbed her hair with his other hand as well and proceeded to fuck her throat.

Christian sat back to watch for a minute as his friend face fucked Penny, a trail of saliva running from Penny’s ravaged mouth. He had to give Zach props for stepping up and giving Penny what she wanted. Christian found himself really liking Penny and couldn’t imagine being cruel to her in any way, but he also wanted to help her get off – and if being rough would do that then he was willing to give it his best shot. He stepped up behind Penny’s bent over ass and smacked it hard a few times.

“That’s what you get for lying to us,” Christian said, putting as much venom into his voice as he could. “You told us you weren’t a dirty slut, but here you are gagging on Zach’s cock. You’re probably thirsty for all of his cum.”

Christian could see Penny shiver after each smack of her ass and she tried to shake her head no at his accusations.

“Stop denying it!” Christian yelled. “Zach, give me that slut for a minute.”

Christian took illegal bahis siteleri Penny’s hair and pulled her up to standing. He then grabbed under her arms and told Zach to grab her legs and then lay her down. Penny started to struggle so Christian told Zach to pin her arms and legs. Christian then knelt down with a knee on either side of Penny’s head and lowered his anus onto her face.

“Okay, slut,” Christian began. “Start licking my asshole.”

Penny complied immediately, groaning protests the whole time. Meanwhile Zach began working a pussy juice-covered finger in and out of her ass (which was still a bit loose from their early romping). After a couple of minutes Christian got up and Zach took his place.

“Fuck you have a gorgeous body,” Christian exclaimed. “Zach, I think it’s time that I fucked this bitch.”

At that, Penny began to make louder sounds of protest into Zach’s sphincter and fought even more. The boys could hear Penny say. “no you can’t fuck me! I don’t do those things!” Christian tried to pull Penny’s legs apart but she had them clamped tight. He could pry them apart a bit, but as soon as he tried to get his pelvis closer to hers he would lose his grip and she’d snap them shut again. After trying a few more times, Christian gave up.

“You still don’t want to play by our rules, do you?” Christian asked.

“Please don’t fuck me!” Penny begged. “I want to stay a virgin!”

“She wants to stay a virgin, Zach,” Christian said. “A likely story. Well, I suppose there’s no reason we can’t keep her pussy intact. Flip her over onto her front.”

Zach complied while Christian grabbed a few towels and folded them up. Zach lifted Penny’s hips and Christian put the towels underneath, leaving her ass angled up off the ground a little bit. Penny tried to struggle but Zach held her hair roughly in one hand and he would pull her back to the floor whenever she tried to get up. Meanwhile, Christian knelt behind her with his strong legs keeping hers pinned down, effectively keeping her in position. Christian managed to get a finger inside of her sopping wet cunt (she was still clenching her legs together so her pussy was hard to access) and used her pussy juice to lube up her asshole.

“What are you doing?” Penny cried. “You aren’t supposed to put things in there!”

“You’re going to love it,” Christian said, smiling. “I’m going to stick my hard cock up your ass and then I’m going to cum deep inside of it.”

“That’s not what that hole is for!” Penny exclaimed. “That’s so naughty!”

“That’s the point,” Zach said, still holding her down. “You have such a tight little ass it would be a shame for us to not enjoy it.”

Christian coated his cock with Penny’s pussy juice as best as he could and spat on it for good measure. Then he grabbed Penny’s ass cheeks and started to pull them apart, but Penny cried “no!” and squeezed them together as tight as she could. Christian responded by smacking each cheek really hard and then roughly pulled them apart, digging his fingers into her skin and causing Penny to yelp. Christian’s cock twitched when he saw the perfect, slightly open asshole before him. He spat on it once more and then eased his cock in up to the hilt, elicited a moaned “fuck you” from Penny and a loud groan from his own throat.

“Fuck I love your slutty little hole,” Christian said, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “You’re so fucking sexy acting like a complete whore.”

“I’m not a whore,” Penny exclaimed. “You’re fucking my ass against my will. It hurts and it feels terrible. You’re both very, very bad.”

Christian and Zach smiled at each other and Christian picked up his pace even more. He was still grabbing Penny’s ass hard and started to slam it back into him to meet each thrust, making a loud slapping sound. Within two minutes Christian let out a yell and emptied his load into her bowels. After catching his breath for a few seconds, Christian withdrew his shrinking member (it was the third time he’d cum that day, after all), slapped it against Penny’s rosebud and stood up.

“Her ass is all lubed up and ready to go if you don’t mind sloppy seconds?” Christian asked his friend.

“You think I should plunge my cock into a hole filled with your cum and use it as lube?” Zach asked in return, knowing that describing it that way would drive Penny nuts. “That sounds really hot to me.”

Penny shivered with pleasure ask Zach stood up, clearly very turned on by what he’d said. When Zach let her go Penny tried to get up to run away, but Christian grabbed her and effectively put her in a headlock, squeezing her neck fairly gently but deliberately.

“We’re almost done, gorgeous,” Christian said. “Just do what we tell you and it will be much easier for you.”

“You’ve ruined my ass,” Penny cried. “You’re treating me like a complete whore. You’ve filled me with your dirty cum and now he canlı bahis siteleri wants to do the same thing.”

“You’re just too sexy,” Zach said. “We can’t help ourselves. Look at your beautiful face and your perky tits. They make me want to fuck the shit out of you. Speaking of which…”

Zach took Penny’s legs and lay her on her back on the shower floor, Christian still maintaining the headlock. Zach knelt down in front of her and Penny’s legs clamped shut again.

“The rules are simple,” Zach said. “If your legs are closed, Christian squeezes tighter until you open them up. Christian, if you please?”

With that, Christian began to tighten his grip and Penny grabbed his arm with her hands and tried to pull it away. After a few seconds Christian tightened more and then more until Penny let out a weak gasp. Christian was just about to let her go when Penny suddenly relaxed her legs. Zach smiled victoriously and Christian released his hold 50% of the way, allowing Penny to breathe comfortably again. Zach spread her legs and was rewarded with a delicious sight: Penny’s wet pussy and her partially open asshole which had a small stream of cum leaking from it. Zach plunged his cock into Penny’s pussy for about two dozen hard and deep strokes to get his cock moist. Then, without breaking his rhythm, his next stroke plunged all the way into her ass up to his hilt. Penny let out a loud gasp.

“I hate this,” Penny moaned, profound pleasure obvious in her voice.

“Sure you do,” Christian mocked. “We know how girls like you are. You pretend you don’t like guys using your body but then you’ll go home and finger fuck yourself thinking about what we’re doing to you. You know what? Here’s something else to get you off on later.”

With that, Christian squeezed his cock to get a gob of cum out, scooped it with his finger and put it into Penny’s mouth. In response she made sounds of protest while in reality willingly sucking it clean.

Meanwhile Zach was sweating trying to keep from cumming too quickly. Despite all the earlier cums the feel of Penny’s ass and the weird but definitely arousing situation were driving him ever closer to climax until finally he cried out and pumped his load to co-mingle with his friend’s. After basking for a few moments after his orgasm, Zach removed his half-deflated cock from Penny’s anus, gave her tight ass cheeks a halfhearted slap and leaned back on his elbows on the shower floor.

Christian removed his finger from Penny’s mouth and let her go, unsure of what to do next since him and Zach were clearly done fucking for a while. Penny collapsed to the floor and lay there without moving for a minute, breathing heavily. Then she rolled onto her side and crawled over to a shower wall to lean up against it, her wet hair in her face so the guys couldn’t see her expression. When she moved her hair back they saw her eyes were closed and a big smile was spread across her face.

“You guys did great,” she said softly. “That was exactly what I wanted. The only problem is that you fuckers were pounding on my G-spot as you ravaged my asshole! I really need to cum!”

With that she spread her legs wide and the boys could see a puddle of cum forming from a stream dripping from her pucker. She looked down and gave them a look that said ‘I’m impressed you had that much cum left in you!’, then she proceeded to take some of the cum and start rubbing her clit furiously while pulling her pussy lips up and back. Within thirty seconds she began to yell and squirt 3 long streams of girl cum onto the shower floor. Her body shook for a minute and then she slumped to the floor.

“That was so good but I am so tired,” she whined, a pouting smile on her face.

Christian and Zach exchanged looks, then proceeded to get up and quickly wash themselves off. They then picked Penny up and took turns holding her while the other washed her off, including the cum that was pooled on her legs. Once she was cleaned they toweled her off and put her sleeping clothes on (grey yoga pants with a tight pink T-shirt featuring a Power Puff Girl). Then Christian picked her up in his arms and carried her to her cabin, Zach helping him with doors and lights. Once in Penny’s cabin Christian laid her in bed and tucked her in while Zach went to the boys’ sleeping quarters.

“I’m glad I met you,” Penny said sleepily, looking up at Christian with her big, beautiful eyes and perfect face. “You really know how to treat a girl well.”

“We’re glad we met you, too,” Christian replied. “You’re a really awesome person.”

“Thanks,” Penny smiled. “But I specifically meant that I’m glad I met you, you dork. Can’t you tell when a girl is getting sweet on you?”

“It doesn’t happen often so it’s hard for me to tell,” Christian answered, getting a laugh from Penny. “But hearing you say that makes me really happy.”

With that, Christian leaned forward and gave Penny a long, deep kiss, their tongues lightly touching each other.

“Keep kissing me like that and we might be on to something,” Penny said. “Now let me get some sleep – I have a feeling I’m going to need my energy tomorrow.”

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Sheila moaned as Troy pounded into her, his balls slapping against her shaved pussy. It felt good…but… She sighed mentally. If only he were bigger.

Above her, Troy began grunting and tensing, and with a long moan he shot his load into her. She thrust her hips against him, trying to garner as much pleasure as she could from his throbbing member.

All too soon, Sheila felt Troy’s penis soften. It was over. Troy rolled onto his side with a contented groan and dozed off, leaving Sheila lying on the bed with a swollen, unfilled sensation joining the cum in her cunt.

Rolling off the bed, Sheila tiptoed to the bathroom and shut the door. She sank onto the closed toilet seat and leaned back, eyes closed. Her finger searched out her clitoris and began stroking and rolling it.

Her stomach muscles tightened as the sensations began building. Thrusting her three middle fingers deep inside, she continued rubbing her clit with her other hand, savoring the feeling of cum and her own juices seeping onto the toilet seat.

She continued playing with herself for several minutes until she was completely aroused. But she wanted more. She fantasized of enormous, rock-hard penises tearing into her, making her scream with sweet agony. She loved it hard and deep, and three fingers weren’t good enough.

Getting to her feet, she frantically canlı bahis şirketleri rummaged through the cupboard under the sink, looking for something—anything—to satisfy her ache. Something round and long and thick, thick enough to stretch her wide open…

Her hand closed around a hairspray bottle and she held it up, her heart pounding in her throat. It was at least twelve inches tall and eight inches around. It looked enormous.

Sheila’s palms were sweating lightly and she was trembling as she positioned the bottle between her legs. She tried to press it into her pussy and felt the pressure all around the hole. It was enormous. She took a deep breath. This would be incredible.

Pulling a towel from the rack, she spread it on the bathroom floor. Then she took a folding mirror from the countertop and positioned it so she could watch her progress.

Sinking onto the towel, Sheila spread her legs and repositioned the bottle against her pussy. Pressing hard with one hand, she used the fingers of her other to spread and open herself, wriggling and forcing the bottle toward her until it started to enter her. She felt the skin around the bottle stretch taut.

Swallowing hard, she began to force the bottle further inside her by pulling the bottle out slowly, then plunging it deeper, repeating until she felt her pussy spread canlı kaçak iddaa all the way up inside. Only an inch or so of the bottle protruded when she felt the end inside her press against her cervix.

The image she saw in the mirror aroused her more than she thought possible. Her pussy looked red and swollen, stretched nearly beyond the limit around the large bottle. Her clitoris was engorged, forcing apart her pussy’s wet lips as it throbbed, begging to be touched.

Sheila stroked her clit softly, flinching as blots of lightning surged through her at each touch. She nearly came but stopped herself. No, she had to have it hard and deep.

Getting to her knees with difficulty, she pressed the bottle against the floor and rocked back on her heels, forcing it to press hard into her. The sensation was so powerful she let out a small cry, unbidden.

Bouncing slightly on her knees, she pumped against the bottle, each bounce sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. She was beyond caring if Troy heard her in the next room, completely focused on fucking herself with the bottle. Little grunting cries escaped her lips in time with the rhythmic pounding of the bottle against the floor. Her juices were hot and slow as they leaked around the bottle and ran down her thighs to soak the towel.

Spreading her labia, her eyes glazed, Sheila canlı kaçak bahis watched the bottle fuck her, watched her fingers rubbing violently at her clit. She held off cumming as long as she could, reveling in the powerful sensations that coursed through her, making her body twitch and jerk.

Finally, the orgasm burst through her and she jerked forward, all her muscles tense and convulsing. Her pussy tightened spasmodically around the bottle, trying to force it out, but her weight against the bottle on the floor kept it tight against her cervix. The pressure made her orgasm almost unbearably intense. It lasted so long that when it finally faded, Sheila collapsed on her side, gasping for breath.

She lay there several moments, thrilling at the post-cum throbbing in her abdomen. Watching herself in the mirror, Sheila grasped the bottle and pulled it from her pussy, salivating as she watched it appear, inch by inch, coated with thick creamy cum. It came out with a pop, freeing the way for more cum to spill down her pussy onto the towel.

The end of the bottle was covered with globs of cum, tinged slightly pink. A little worried, Sheila fingered herself and winced at the soreness. Pushing another finger, than a third, deep inside, she squirmed and moaned at the incredible stretched, raw feeling.

A pounding on the door made her jump.

“Sheila, are you in there?” Troy’s voice broke into her exploration. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Sheila yelled back, savoring her sore pussy as she stood shakily.

“Oh yeah,” she said softly, “Everything’s great.”

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