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My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her belly from childbirth and the fact she basically only has nipples for breasts. Having been married to two sluts before my current wife, I knew she was a slut of world-class proportions. I also knew the only way to keep a slut faithful was to keep her appetite for ‘strange’ satisfied. I was also to the point where my wife fucking others was less hurtful than her cheating on me. In fact I had so convinced myself with this, I was all time asking my wife to open up sexually to threesomes and swinging and the like. I had images of her in my mind on her knees, in a room full of men waiting to use her willingly sucking mouth. I also fantasized of her on a bed moaning her lust, her legs in the air, while strange men with large cocks took turns fucking her. But I couldn’t get her to go there. We had fought on the issue on numerous occasions, but my fears of her growing restless and cheating on me would not allow me to give the issue a rest even if I couldn’t bring it up to her. I decided I must skillfully guide her to the first event and then she would probably go there willingly. I set about devising a plan. Besides being gorgeous, my wife is a social animal. We regularly entertain friends at our home, where my talents at the BBQ grill are used to their utmost. This time I intended to use more than my talents at the grill to gain enjoyment for our guests, my wife, and myself. I have over the years been able to get my wife to loosen up on her attire some. When we met she dressed rather frumpishly. She usually looked like the President of the local School Marm’s Association. A lot of this had to do with body image, and though I never successfully argued that a man didn’t care what you looked like, gross obesity aside, if his cock was in your mouth or your pussy, she wouldn’t relent. She stated her reluctance to wear sexy clothing stemmed from the background of a wife of a low paying military man not being able to afford sexy clothing and she had no desire to dress “trashy and flashy”. I was able to counter those arguments when my small-business began to thrive and year in and year out draw in revenues in the multiple 6-figure range. So she could now afford anything. I countered the “trashy and flash” by purchasing sexy, yet classy clothing for her at Christmas one year and when she liked what I had purchased explained to her this wasn’t “trashy and flashy”, yet was still sexy. She had gradually changed in the way she dressed. Her skirts had gotten shorter, which looked great with her long tanned legs, and she had gradually moved toward only wearing thong panties. For the party we were currently planning, I asked her to wear a recently purchased black mini-skirt. I didn’t ask her to wear a specific blouse, feeling she should have the choice, to select as conservative a blouse as she wanted to help her feel comfortable in her dress and not draw attention in her mind to the extremely short skirt. When I came through the bedroom as she was dressing and I saw her putting on pantyhose, I asked her if they were necessary. I explained this was an informal get together and she should be comfortable in her dress and that her legs were already nicely tanned this year and hoses of any kind shouldn’t be necessary. I would have liked it ok if she had chosen lace-top thigh highs, but none were better than pantyhose (my view of the modern chastity belt). She agreed one less waistband would be more comfortable and returned the pantyhose to her lingerie drawer. Now phase I of my plan was in place and the rest could proceed. Some of our friends were married couples and some were single. We hadn’t gravitated away from singles once we married as so many couples do and the single guys and gals were a regular part of our entertaining. I had singled out a young black male co-worker as my ‘partner in crime’ as my wife had a fantasy about big black cocks fucking her. Gerome was his name and I explained my plan to him and detailed his part in the plan, and he eagerly agreed to participate. I had known he would, for I had seen him undress my wife with his eyes more than once. I guess the vision of a strong burly black man fucking a petite blond white girl wasn’t just a white man fantasy. So the plan was in place as the guests started to arrive for a late afternoon BBQ. The ribs were sizzling in the smoker, and a large pitcher of Top Shelf Margarita’s was chilling in the fridge. My wife liked these especially well, and I did too because with three shots of booze and three shots of mix per drink, one didn’t have to drink many to feel the effect. As she poured for the first of our guests, she politely poured herself one and began to imbibe. My wife, ever the dutiful hostess, kept glasses topped off and, congenially, drank right along keeping pace with her guests. By the time the ribs were served with the fixings, she was starting to feel the effect as she had consumed several of the potent cocktails, on an empty stomach. I cautioned her to slow her consumption. I wanted her relaxed and slightly buzzed, but not passing out drunk. After the meal and some socializing, the couples started to drift toward the door. I had hoped the free-flowing liquid refreshment would encourage hasty departures and it had worked. The single males however were all staying put. They all knew the grand plan, though not the detail, for their involvement would be spontaneous. After all the couples had left and only several single males remained, Gerome asked if we could retire to the den for some movies on the 52″ home theatre system we had recently purchased. After he had briefly reviewed our impressive library of videos, he asked me, in a manner my wife could hear if I had any skin flicks? I said yes and went to the stash in the master bedroom. I chose one that had the semblance of a plot to it, hoping to keep my wife interested in it. When I returned the sweet yet acrid smell of Pot was floating in the room. I had told Gerome to try to get my wife to smoke some. I knew this always made her horny, but she was on again off again about its use. As I entered the room, she was taking a big hit off the joint Gerome had passed her. She passed it to me and I hit on it then passed it on. We continued to pass the joint around the room until it was gone. All totaled my wife took three hits off the joint. In her desire to be a good hostess, she had joined right in which was what I had hoped for. I told the guys to settle in and put the video in the VCR. It was about a young woman taken captive by a biker gang and forced to serve them sexually, but who overtime, comes to enjoy her role. It had all the elements I needed. Multiple partners, and interracial fucking. I threw a pillow on the floor beside the sofa, and lay down on my belly to watch. I gestured for my wife to join me. Though partially drunk and partially stoned, she managed a very ladylike decent to the floor beside me in the short dress she was wearing. I snuggled in close to her and we started watching the fuck flick. As the movie progressed, I sensed a rise in her level of excitement, characterized by her fidgety movements next to me. I decided it was time to put the next phase of my plan into action.wife fuck friend sex storiesRolling to my side I drew her into my arms and kissed her a long, slow, deep-wet kiss. The kind designed to stir feelings. She responded by kissing me back in the same manner. It certainly appeared as though the combination of Margarita’s, Pot, the fucking on the movie and my kiss was creating the desired effect. Now it was time to see how deeply that effect ran. I began kissing her again, and at the same time I ever so slowly I crept my hand down her back and across her ass until it was at the hem of her short skirt. My hand then reversed direction and started to slide up under her skirt, along her inner thigh. When I reached the crotch of her panties I slid my hand up onto her ass. As my fingers traced her crotch upward to her ass, it felt as though her pussy lips were fully engorged with the blood of her lust, and she moaned softly. Releasing from the kiss she whispered that I should stop as we might be seen, yet she made no move to remove my hand. My hand began to caress the cheeks of her ass, an action that really turns her on. I whispered back to her the guys were all staring intently at the video and we wouldn’t be observed and from where we were lying they would have to make a concerted effort to see what we were doing. My fingers moved to the thong that ran through the crack of her ass and traced downward to her sopping wet cunt and began to work inside. As first one then two fingers worked in and out of her steamy snatch, I told her they couldn’t see anything if they looked except my hand under her skirt anyway. I went on to say even if they did, that was OK, because she was my wife, and we could put on a little bit of a show for them. This must have appealed to the exhibitionist in her as her lips came down onto mine and she began to kiss me in earnest again. I could feel her cunt starting to suck on the invading digits sawing in and out of her steamy fuck hole, and her ass moved in an almost imperceptible counter rhythm to my finger-fucking motions. I felt it time again to advance the plan along. I laid my ankle over the ankle closest to me and started to draw her legs further apart, ostensibly to gain better access to her pussy. At first she resisted slightly, then she yielded completely. Her legs slid apart and to lend credence to why the move was necessary, I inserted a third digit into her pleasure palace. She again moaned softly into my mouth as she continued the heated kiss. My leg spreading he legs was Gerome’s signal to action and he moved unnoticed to the place beside her other leg. I held the kiss, hoping to prevent protest as he took her other ankle and spread her legs a few inches further. I detected a jump of surprise from her as he touched her ankle, but she didn’t stop kissing me. So far so good. Gerome continued with his execution of the plan, by placing his hand under the hem of her skirt and moving it smoothly, slowly but deliberately, up the back of her thigh. I again felt her inwardly gasp as his hand contacted the cheeks of her ass, but I felt her melt again as he gently molded the nearest cheek with his large hand. She began to offer more intensity to the kiss I was receiving, telling me Gerome’s efforts were having the desired effect. I don’t know whether it was just the pleasure of the kneading of her ass or the fact it was a strange hand, Either way, I didn’t care, she hadn’t protested this intrusion and I felt we were on the way to the goal I sought. Gerome continued to knead her ass for several moments as instructed, and my wife’s kisses became more passionate. It was time for the next step. I gave Gerome the signal to proceed by unwrapping my leg from around hers. Gerome began to move his hand over to the thong as I had and once it was under the cloth, slid it down toward her fevered pussy. When I felt his hand touch mine, I withdrew my fingers from my wife’s cunt to be quickly replaced by two of Gerome’s larger digits. I felt her start to diminish the kiss as if to protest and I quickly began to massage her stiff clit with my cunt-juice slickened finger. Instead of breaking the kiss, this served to intensify her passion and she began to suck on my invading tongue as if it were a hard cock. Her hips were also actively gyrating to the stimulus of the two hands. I felt it safe to continue. I withdrew my hand from her panties leaving only Gerome’s probing digits, and her hip gyrations never diminished. I scooted up toward her head until I was sitting with a leg down either side of her body, her head in between my legs. I bent over and whispered “Suck me baby.” as I unfastened the fly of my pants. My erect cock sprang free and my wife quickly grabbed it and swallowed the head into her mouth. The look in her eyes told me she was lost to her lust, but that she also was also perhaps a little miffed to the whole scene that was unfolding. Yet the intensity with which she was sucking my cock and gyrating her hips to Gerome’s finger fucking told me lust was winning the war in her mind and body. I let her continue to suck me for several more minutes, then gave Gerome the next que. Bending over my wife’s bobbing head, I grasped the hem of her skirt and drew it up around her waist. I heard Gerome gasp as my wife’s lovely ass came into view, just inches from his face. The only thing obstructing the view was the band of thong material that split her ass checks in two. This was his signal and Gerome smoothly withdrew his fingers from my wife’s nibbling snatch and grasped her panties by the waist and started to slowly draw them down. This was a moment of truth, and when my wife redoubled her efforts at sucking my cock, I knew we had passed this milestone. Gerome drew the panties down her long shapely legs, and off one ankle. He then reached up on the sofa for a large pillow. Sliding his hand under her belly, he lifted her up and slid the pillow under her midsection. He then settled between her splayed thighs and began to dip his tongue into her fully exposed cunt and to tease her lust engorged clit. I had always heard, and bought into the stereotype, that blacks didn’t like oral sex. But Gerome went after my wife’s lust bloated pussy like a man possessed. His tongue dipping into her soppy cunt and then flicking her hardened clit, with occasional attention to her puckered brown star was having its effect. My wife was nearly deep-throating my cock, something she had never been able to do, in her effort to drain my balls of her favorite beverage. I felt it as time for the ultimate test and signaled Gerome. The lusty young black man raised to his knees, between my wife’s splayed legs. Unzipping the fly of his jeans, he released the largest cock I had ever seen. I have a nice size cock at nearly 9 inches, but Gerome’s was close to 14 and what made it truly magnificent was it was as big around as my wife’s wrist. It was only partially erect when first released from his jeans, but a couple of good strokes and the huge black fuck-tool was fully hard and ready for action. The dark black head glistened with the precum that had oozed from it while he had stroked it to full erection. Gerome scooted up further and began to trace the bloated lips of my wife’s pussy, slickening the head of his cock further with her juices to prepare for penetration. The feel of the cock tracing her pussy caused my wife to look up at me, though she never stopped sucking my cock. The look in her eyes said don’t you think its time to put a stop to this.sex storyAt that very moment, Gerome began to penetrate my wife’s tight, wet cunt with his massive cudgel. The first thrust sent 8 inches of the huge Alabama black snake into her steamy hole. My wife gasped at the fullness of the sudden intrusion and stopped sucking my cock momentarily. On the second thrust I heard Gerome’s belly slap against my wife’s ass and knew he had sunk all 14 inches into her. For her part my wife just moaned at the fullness this fucking cock was stretching her too, and again drew my cock back into her mouth for another round of enthusiastic sucking. As Gerome continued to thrust into her, my wife gradually was coming up onto her hands and knees in an effort to meet his thrusts with counter-thrusts of her own. The slut in my wife had finally been set free and she was actively fucking another man as she sucked me. There could be no doubt that she was a willing participant even if booze and drugs had been used to break down her false inhibitions. On her hands and knees now, I pulled her blouse, a simple tee, up around her armpits and unlatched her bra. The slapping noise that Gerome’s fucking had caused, caught the attention of the other guys and they all quickly surrounded the three of us. Not saying a word, only indicating with gestures, I had two of them lay on their backs and begin to suck the turgid nipples of her small breasts. My wife’s breasts, being as small as they are, are extremely sensitive to any attention at all. As the two men sucked and nipped the erect nipples, she responded by hoovering my cock even more vigorously. After a few more moments, I emptied my balls into her mouth. She lost nary a drop as she swallowed every squirt of her treasured prize. I gestured at one of the other guys to take my place and just before she inhaled his offered cock into her mouth, she screamed as the first full-blown vaginal orgasm of the evening ripped through her. “FUCK ME LOVER. FUCK MY CUNT. HURT MY LITTLE WHITE PUSSY WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OF YOURS. FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE.” Gerome was slamming into her hard now. My wife was rocking back to meet his inward thrusts, then rocking forward to capture the cock in her mouth again before rocking back against Gerome again. I was in heaven watching from across the room through the viewfinder of the video camera as I captured every moment. But now for that special shot before Gerome blew his load, putting him out of action for a brief while. I walked to the group and stopped them all with gestures again. My wife looked up at me with lust in her eyes and a look that said why are you stopping them. I took her hand and stood her up, then led her down the hall toward the guestroom. I knew she would never approve of fucking another man in our bed and this way too, our bed would still be ok to sleep in if we made it to sleeping this night. As we walked, I completed the disrobing of her fully exposed body. The guys had followed without being told to and I laid my wife down on the guest bed. The two that had been sucking her nipples lay down on either side of her and went back to sucking. My wife’s hands came down to caress the backs of the heads of the two guys and her eyes closed as she gave into the lust consuming her body once more. I told Gerome not to resume fucking her until I returned with the video camera, and left the room. When I returned, I set the video tripod at the foot of the bed and zoomed in on her steamy pussy. I had never seen my wife’s lips so bloated before or her clit standing so erect. It looked like she had a small penis growing from between her labia. I gestured to Gerome and her crawled between her legs. I caught the most beautiful sight on tape to view again and again, as her cunt opened up and swallowed the huge black fuckstick Gerome was shoving into her. The contrast of black cock disappearing into white cunt was truly the most erotic sight I had ever seen, and the fact the cunt belonged to my wife made it even more so. Now my dictionary defines the word cuckold as a man whose wife is unfaithful. I have always heard it said it is a man who likes to watch his wife getting fucked by strangers. If that is the true definition, I became an out-of-the-closet cuckold at that very moment. Watching that big black cock drive into her petite body, seeing her legs in the air and hips thrusting against Gerome’s thrusts and hearing the moans of pure animal lust coming out of her were enough to give me my second hard of the night. My wife for her part was moaning in cadence with the cock thrusting into her. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. As her next orgasm approached she got louder. “FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” Then as Gerome let loose his hot seed into her belly he triggered another orgasm. “FUCK ME. FUCK MY CUNT. YES, YES, HOSE ME DOWN WITH YOUR HOT CUM. DROWN MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. OH YES, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK MMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.” After Gerome finished unloading into her and climbed off, one of the other guys climbed on. For the next several hours it was a continuous chain of fucking cocks. As quick as one would blow in her, another would take his place. My wife was usually sucking on one trying to get him ready to fuck her again, while another pounded on her cunt. She was being her own fluffer. But she had always loved sucking cocks, even telling me of men she sucked even though she wouldn’t fuck them. I was treated to watching her lovingly suck Gerome’s cock into readiness a couple of times that evening. Again the erotic sight of that big black cock disappearing into her white face was soooooooo arousing. Followed by it disappearing into her willing cunt. My wife is a fair complected blond, and Gerome one of those extremely dark African-Americans whose cock is even black at the head, so the contrast was even more stark. Her orgasms had started to come continually, which wasn’t unusual for her after she got the first two. So the chant of “Fuck me” was also continuous, only stopping while a different lover crawled between her legs. If a lover took too much time getting into her cunt with his cock, she would chide him to hurry and fuck her. I told you my wife was a world-class slut. Yet, in spite of the fact I knew this, she even surprised me that night. My wife had been abused anally by an insensitive lover at one point in her life and the resulting damage to her tiny ass had led to infection, embarrassment and weeks of physical pain. But the most severe damage had been emotional. And though she loved me to tongue her ass or finger her ass with a well-lubricated finger, while I fucked her, she would never let me stick my rather large cock into her ass and fuck it good and proper.hot incest storiesAfter a couple of hours of fucking though, most of the time being double penetrated with a cock in her mouth while one worked her cunt over, she announced she wanted to be triple penetrated. She had one of the men lie on the bed and she mounted his erect cock taking it deep into her cunt. Then selecting the man with obviously the smallest cock, she handed him a small jar of Vaseline from the nightstand and had him lube up and put his cock into her ass. She chided him to go slowly until he was buried balls deep in her ass. Then she called Gerome over to her head and began to suck his stiffening cock. After a few minutes the three cocks were stroking her without mercy, but after she managed to suck Gerome dry, it became obvious she was experiencing the best fucking of her life as she chanted. “Fuck me. Fuck my ass. FUCK MY ASS YOU BASTARD. FUCK ME HARD YOU SONS-OF-BITCHES. CUM IN MY ASS. I WANNA FEEL YOUR CUM IN MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEE.” The guys fucked on her for about four hours. Each fucked her at least three times. A couple, including the undeniable Gerome, four times and one even five I think. Oh the staying power of youthful lust. After all left around two in the morning, my wife was covered from head to toe with dried or drying cum. I helped her to bathe and to bed. We slept the sleep of the dead curled in each other’s arms and woke as the late morning sun illuminated our bedroom. The thought had occurred to me the hell to pay might come in the morning as I drifted off. My dreams though were of cocks coming from every angle at my willing slutty wife, and dreams of becoming a millionaire selling amateur videos of my wife, the newest porn queen, on the Internet. As I awoke, I rose and went to the kitchen, preparing coffee for me and setting my wife’s teapot to boil. Her tea was ready as she entered our country kitchen a few minutes later, and any worries of recrimination by morning’s light were quickly dispelled. As she sat to her tea and the toasted English muffin I had prepared for her, she quipped “Remind me never to smoke pot and drink Margarita’s in the same evening again.” As if on queue, I asked why. With a wink and then a smile she said, ” MARGARITA’S AND POT MAKE MY PUSSY HURT!” I proved myself right, in that, since that night, I have no trouble getting my wife to participate in sexual events that involve third, fourth, and more parties. In fact, if she sees a strange man or woman (yes, it turns out my wife is BI) that turns her on sexually, she won’t hesitate to ask and I will attempt to set up a liaison. Sometimes the women are reluctant, but my wife is so attractive, the men have never been. We only have two rules. One I must always be present, so she isn’t cheating (a loose distinction I know, but it works for us) and two, we keep it within limits. No obsession with it, so we usually confine it to two or three times a quarter. Oh, in case you wondered, my wife wouldn’t allow anyone to see the videos except those who participate, so there goes my dream of riches. I always video the events and sometimes participate, but usually I am just the voyeur behind the camera. I will have to tell you about some of these sometime, but that is another story for another time. Ok, we all know I am a sick puppy, even so if you have comments or suggestions, write me at Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration and Non-Consensual sex. If you don’t think you would enjoy that, then don’t read it. This story features the Characters of Chyna, Miss Kitty and Jeff Jarrett. The are the characters as portrayed and in no way represent Joanie Laurer, Stacy Carter, or the real Jeff Jarrett. Jeff Jarrett sat with his head in his hands and stared at the floor. There was a medical orderly who was trying to check whether JJ had been injured during the match, possibly even concussed from the guitar shot to the head that he had received, because after he had lost his Title he had not responded to anyone. He just sat staring at nothing, and ignored the medic. He had been beaten. Worse, he had lost to a woman! That bitch Chyna had embarrassed him in front of the entire world by pinning him to become the new Intercontinental Champion. His mind thronged with the cheers of the crowd as they witnessed his humiliation at the hands of a woman and it was more than he could bear. * * * The new Champion was in the showers, her aching muscles seemed a thing of the past as she was exultant! She had won! The first woman ever to win a major Title in the men’s division of any organization. In that single perfect moment of realization nothing else mattered and she slipped into an almost dreamlike remembrance of everything she had gone through to reach this, the crowning moment of her career. “Pleeeaase?” The light soprano voice brought the raven-haired amazon out of her reverie and back to the small blonde woman who had followed her back to her dressing room after her victory. “You want to be my what?” she asked. “I want you to teach me how to be like you. Please?” Chyna studied the diminutive Miss Kitty. A more startling contrast than that between these two women it would be hard to imagine. Chyna was nearly 6 feet tall and had a broad shouldered, muscular physique, with massive, shapely breasts and long black hair, while Miss Kitty was almost a foot shorter, with a slight figure and small tits. Her blonde hair framed a cute, very pretty face, which at that moment bore an expression of adulation that Chyna felt intently. The word ‘jailbait’ crossed Chyna’s mind as she thought that Kitty looked altogether too childlike. Chyna felt her pussy warming as she look over the naked, girlish figure before her and knew that she wanted to possess and nurture her. It was a feeling that she wasn’t used to, as she usually enjoyed breaking an unwilling woman, forcing her to submit to her desires. The tall woman stepped forward and cupped Miss Kitty’s adorable face in her long-fingered hands. “And just what are you prepared to give me in returned?” she asked in a husky voice. Miss Kitty’s large, vulnerable eyes looked back into Chyna’s own and she said in a trusting voice “I’ll do whatever you want.” One of Chyna’s hands slipped down the blonde’s slender neck and her fingertips lightly brushed over her sensitive breasts, sending thrills down the smaller woman’s spine, until she pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger. “Anything?” Chyna asked. “Anything,” she answered in a quiet voice. Chyna pulled the girl close and stooped down to kiss her firmly on the lips. After a startled moment, Miss Kitty responded earnestly, her small tongue wrestling with the larger woman’s as they explored each other’s bodies with their hands. It was Chyna that broke away from the kiss, and with one hand grasping the back of Miss Kitty’s head, she guided her eager mouth downward to her breasts. Such was the difference in their heights that Kitty didn’t need to even bend her neck to suck on one of Chyna’s hard nipples. She brought both of her hands back from their exploration of the Champion’s muscles and used them to stroke the massive breast before her as the larger woman leant back against the tiled wall and sighed, relaxing in the spray of the shower. Miss Kitty took each breast in turn, and as she sucked on one she would pinch the other with her small fingers. The heavy breasts heaved as Chyna’s breathing became deeper while the blonde slavered over them, licking every exposed inch and burying her head into the cleavage to lick the sensitive flesh there too. After about ten minutes of this, Chyna once more grasped the back of Miss Kitty’s head and gently pushed her face downward. Kitty’s little tongue continued to lap at the Champion’s skin as she went slowly down to one knee, tracing the contours of Chyna’s abdominal muscles and swirling it around inside her navel until she was faced with the ultimate treasure. Miss Kitty had never seen another woman’s pussy before, and Chyna’s was completely shaven to expose her every detail. Her pussy-lips were thick and flushed with blood and Kitty could just discern the hood of her swollen clitoris where it poked through the top of her slit. After a moment’s hesitation, Miss Kitty kissed Chyna right at the very tip of her slit, just above her clitty, sending a pleasant thrill through her that surprised the amazon dominatrix. Never before had something so gentle given her such pleasure. Normally Chyna would be grinding her cunt against the other woman’s screaming face as she pleasured herself, just as she had done to Debra a month before. She couldn’t remember the last time a woman had served her without being broken first. Miss Kitty parted Chyna’s moist lips and started to lick up and down the full length of her slit. Chyna had to suppress a small rapturous cry as her tiny lover slipped one slim finger into her vagina. Powerful muscles bore down on the small digit, almost crushing it, and it was with great difficulty that Miss Kitty inserted a second finger inside her. Chyna’s clitoris had now hardened to more than half an inch in size and Miss Kitty latched onto it with her perfect lips and sucked it out from under the hood and into the warm cavity of her mouth. As she did this she managed to force a third finger into Chyna’s pulsating cunt. Miss Kitty sucked on Chyna’s clitoris like it was a small penis, working her lips up and down it’s short length and teasing it by flicking the tip of her tongue over the very end of it. Chyna bucked involuntarily over the tiny blonde as she was driven wild with passion. Slowly, Miss Kitty managed to get all five of her fingers into Chyna’s hot vagina, and gradually she pushed harder into her, until the knuckles of her fingers and thumb were past the point of most resistance and she could force her entire hand into the big woman. Chyna couldn’t restrain herself any longer and reaching down, she grabbed Miss Kitty’s upper arm and rammed her entire forearm deep into her own cunt. She pulled the blonde’s arm almost all the way out and then rammed it back inside. Miss Kitty sat back on her heels and watched in shock as Chyna used her arm like huge dildo, fucking herself brutally. Chyna snarled and grabbed the back of her head, forcing her face back into her cunt again. Miss Kitty got the message and she fist-fucked the Intercontinental Champion and sucked on her clit until Chyna suddenly seized. Kitty’s hand was crushed by Chyna’s incredibly strong cunt-muscles as the dominatrix orgasmed, the wetness of her spending flowing over the arm impaling her and into Miss Kitty’s mouth. Chyna shook and convulsed wildly for over a minute as she experienced wave after wave of pleasure before she collapsed, landing heavily on the tiny girl below her.xxx porn photoMiss Kitty lay pinned under the female wrestler and struggled for breath until Chyna regained her senses and rolled off of the diminutive blonde. As she rolled onto her back, Miss kitty was forced to roll onto her stomach or risk breaking her arm, because it was still firmly gripped inside the bigger woman’s cunt. As Chyna lay on her back panting for air, Kitty placed the heel of her hand against Chyna’s pelvis and with a great effort, she managed to extract her forearm. Her hand felt numb after being crushed inside Chyna’s vice-like pussy and she tried to massage some life into her fingers. She didn’t notice Chyna recover until her shoulders were gripped and she was pushed down onto the ceramic floor of the over-sized shower cubicle. She looked down on the girlish blonde and the usual dominant side of her personality reasserted itself. She smiled evilly. “Now, it’s my turn to make YOU come!” she said. She held up a muscular arm and then curled the fingers of her hand into a fist. Her smile grew broader. * * * They were laughing at him. Not to his face perhaps, but he knew that they were anyway. He’d laughed often enough in the past at anyone whom Chyna had pinned in the ring. He knew that a real man could never be beaten by a mere woman, and he knew that he was a real man. But he had lost. He looked up at the woman who was still trying to give him a clean bill of health, and he saw the disgust in her eyes. She hid it well, but he knew she had enjoyed watching that bitch Chyna humiliate him in front of everyone. The other wrestlers all had carefully neutral expressions on their faces when he looked at them, and he knew that they were laughing too. Everyone was laughing. And Chyna. She was laughing loudest of all. He could hear her, in his imagination. But he would stop her, he would show her and the world that he was a REAL man. And he would teach her what a woman was good for as well. He stood up and pushed the EMT away and went in search of Chyna’s dressing room. He would put her in her place once and for all. * * * Miss Kitty had her head held in both hands and she was screaming. “YES, OH GOD YES! PLEASE MISTRESS!” Chyna was kneeling between her wide spread thighs and she had her fist pressed against Kitty’s blonde furred pussy. Her thick forearm was wet with Miss Kitty’s love-juice right up to the elbow, and as the small woman begged she punched it back inside her tight cunt. Miss Kitty screamed as she was stretched once more beyond the limits of anything she had ever felt before. Chyna’s fist was twice the size of Kitty’s own, and Kitty’s pussy was much smaller than the mighty amazon’s was. Her vagina felt as though it was about to split, but she didn’t care as Chyna bent down and sucked one of Kitty’s tiny breasts into her mouth. She gnawed at the girl’s nipple as she continued to punch-fuck the delirious blonde. At that moment they heard the door crash open as Jeff Jarrett stormed into the changing room. “Chyna! Where are you, you fucking BITCH!” He slammed the lockers and threw one of the benches against the wall. “Show yourself, you CUNT!” Chyna stepped out of the shower and stood with her arms crossed. “What do you want, Jeff.” She asked in a deceptively reasonable tone. JJ spun around and then stopped dead as he saw that she was naked. Her skin was wet and her muscles glistened in the light. He saw that her huge breasts didn’t drop at all when she was undressed as they stood high and proud on her muscle-bound chest, her abs were well defined on her narrow waist and tapered down to her smooth shaven pussy. He completely lost his train of thought as he stood staring at her crotch until he saw her pussy-lips twitch as she shifted her weight to one foot. His cock swelled up to its full length in his shorts. “Was there something you wanted, or did you just want to get a good look?” she sneered as she uncrossed her arms and placed her hands on her hips, exposing the nipples of her magnificent breasts. JJ shook himself and realized how he could teach her a lesson she would never forget. And he would get himself a little revenge by raping her ass.. If she wants to look like a man, I’ll teach her to take it like a man, he thought, ignoring the evidence of her femininity before him. Without saying a word, he lunged for her and grabbed her in a bear hug. He released a hand from the hold and grabbed one of her breasts. “I’m going to teach you what a real man can do!” he shouted. Then he suddenly screamed as Chyna brought her knee up sharply into his crotch. She gripped him by the shoulders and kicked him in the balls again, and again, and again. Jarrett was doubled over and gasping for breath, his hands clutched over his testicles. Chyna jerked his head up by the hair and said, “Jeff, you haven’t got the balls to take me!” Then she twisted one arm around behind him into a half-nelson and rammed him head first into the tiled wall. Double J staggered back in a daze and Chyna spun him around and swiftly kicked him in the balls for the fifth time and as he doubled over in pain, she rammed his head down between he powerful thighs and hooked his arms up behind his back. He just had time to realize that he could feel her hot, wet pussy pressing against the back of his neck before she dropped to her knees and drove his forehead down onto the cubicle’s hard floor. * * * “Jeff. Wake up Jeff.” He heard the soft-spoken voice dimly behind the pain in his skull and his testicles. It seemed as though he had been hit repeatedly over the head today, by everything including the kitchen sink. He slowly pried his eyelids open and looked up into Chyna’s smiling face. She looked almost friendly. “Are you alright Jeff?” she asked sweetly. He was only vaguely aware that his cock was being caressed and it was stiffening in automatic response. He tried to speak but couldn’t seem to coordinate properly and so he nodded unsteadily. She assumed an almost concerned expression and Double J was suddenly aware that she was mocking him. “That’s a shame, I guess that means I’m going to have to hurt you some more.” She said, and suddenly squeezed his prick painfully until it wilted. He tried to get up but he couldn’t move. The bitch had tied him up! She had stripped him naked and tied him up! He struggled against the nylon ropes but Chyna knew her knots and he couldn’t even budge them. Chyna grabbed his now flaccid cock again and said, “Tell me Jeff, was that really as big as it gets? Because that’s not what I would expect of a REAL man, a ten year old boy has a more impressive cock than you!” “Let me go, you BITCH!” he shouted, causing a wave of pain through his aching head. “Now, now Jeff. That’s hardly the way to speak to your Mistress. You will address me as ‘My Lady’ or ‘Mistress’ or, at the very least, as ‘Ma’am’.” “You ain’t my mistress, you ugly cunt! And if you don’t let me go right now, then I’ll make you regret it!” he shouted. “Really? I have to disagree,” she spoke softly, but her eyes had hardened like flint at the insult. “Let’s see, I took Debra away from you, I took the Intercontinental Title, I’ve taken your dignity and kicked your ass in front of the entire world,” She counted each item off on her fingers. “And now, on top of all that, I’ve taken Miss Kitty away from you as well.” She beckoned Miss Kitty to join her where Jarrett could see them and kissed her deeply and passionately. In spite of his predicament, Jeff’s cock started to harden once more at the sight of the two very different but equally naked women’s embrace. Chyna broke off the kiss and turned back to her captive. “It seems to me that I’ve taken everything you ever had.” She taunted, and Jarrett started to swear and curse at her in response. Chyna sneered at his futile rage, took her measure of him and struck him hard across the face. Then she struck him again with a backhanded blow before she grabbed his short blond hair and jammed his face into her smooth, wet pussy. She rubbed her cunt over his face and said; “Pay attention, you dickless jerk! Because even though I am all woman,” she crammed his mouth deeper into her slit to emphasize her words, “I’m more of a man than YOU will EVER be!” Miss Kitty giggled as her mistress humiliated her ex-lover. “He won’t like that my Lady,” Miss Kitty learnt much faster than Jeff did that it was a bad idea to show any disrespect towards Chyna. “He would never lick my pussy!” she exclaimed. “Is that so?” Chyna replied, “But I’ll just bet that he wanted you to suck his little dickie now didn’t he?” “Oh yes, Mistress.xxx young sex photo “Well then Jeff, it looks like you’ve got some amends to make.” She pulled Miss Kitty over and positioned before the helpless man. “Get to work! I want you to make her come in no more than 5 minutes.” Miss Kitty squatted down and spread her blonde-fringed pussy-lips open in front of her ex-employer. Jeff clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from what, to him, was the sickening sight of her exposed sex. Chyna had stretched out, leaning languorously against the cubicle wall as she watched. She smiled crookedly as Jeff refused to co-operate. “You had better do what I say, Jeff.” She spoke evenly, “You’re going to suffer a lot before I’m done with you, so the more you fight me, the worse you’re going to make it for yourself.” Still, despite Chyna’s warning Jarrett refused to co-operate and Miss Kitty simply grabbed the back of his head and started to grind her cunt into his face. As she rubbed herself on him, Miss Kitty began to realize the exhilarating effect that having someone else totally at your mercy could have. It was that newfound knowledge, more than the rough friction of Jarrett’s nose and chin that eventually triggered her orgasm. Jeff felt physically sick as Miss Kitty’s girl-cum squirted out onto his face and she smeared it all over him as she squealed in pleasure. He was silent when Kitty got off of him, biting back the curses and swear words that he wanted to say. He realized now that his only option was to play along with these sick bitches until he got a chance to escape, and then he would make them pay! “I’m afraid that isn’t good enough, Jeff.” Chyna said. There was no clock in the changing rooms, but it wouldn’t have mattered how long Kitty’s orgasm took. She got up from where she sat and crouched down next to Jarrett’s bound body. “You really don’t seem to be grasping the fundamentals here. I tell you what to do, and you do it.” She grabbed his aching testicles and gripped them firmly. “So next time I give you an order, you do it! Understand?” Jeff gave a sharp cry of pain as she crushed his balls in her strong fingers. She kept on squeezing until he nearly blacked out from the pain. As his mind slipped toward darkness, she released her hold and he heard he give an order to Miss Kitty to fetch something. He recovered slowly and when he did, he saw Miss Kitty standing over him with more of the nylon rope. At Chyna’s command, the tiny blonde pulled his soft cock clear from his body and began to wrap the rope around it. Chyna was telling her how to loop it around the shaft and where to tie the knots and within a couple of minutes his penis was a criss-crossed pattern of bulging cock-flesh and blue nylon rope. “Now Jeff, I’m going to show you how to please a hot little cunt like Miss Kitty’s here, and you are going to watch.” With that, Chyna turned away from him and lay Miss Kitty down onto the floor. She slowly stroked along the insides of her thighs up to the golden furred delta of her pussy. She hooked her fingertips into Kitty’s little pussy-lips and pulled them apart. She looked over her shoulder at Double J and smiled, then she dipped her head and licked the full length of the smaller woman’s slit. She tongued Miss Kitty for more than ten minutes and made sure that Jeff could see every movement. The ropes had been tied tightly around his cock while it was soft and now that he was forced to watch the lesbians in action, his penis was trying to expand but there was no give in the bonds. He closed his eyes, but he could still hear Miss Kitty’s squeals of pleasure as Chyna licked her out, and his cock continued to grow. “Jeff, do you really think that pathetic little thing you call a ‘manhood’ could satisfy a woman?” He opened his eyes and saw that Chyna had two fingers inserted inside the small woman. “It takes a lot more than that to please even one as small as Miss Kitty here,” as she spoke, she inserted a third finger into the blonde. “Isn’t that right Kitty-cat?” “Oh yes, mistress,” Kitty said, then she reached up above her head and braced her arms against the wall. “Please… please mistress… Do it! I need it… please!” Chyna turned back to Jarrett and smiled, and then, before his disbelieving eyes, she pushed her entire hand inside the panting blonde. She twisted her wrist and forced more of her arm into Miss Kitty’s tiny body, twisting and thrusting until inch by inch she had pushed her entire forearm inside her new lover, right up to the elbow! Jarrett could not believe what he was seeing as Chyna started to punch-fuck Miss Kitty once more. He could actually see Chyna’s hand as it moved inside the blonde’s abdomen and his cock was agony to him in response, as the sadistic bitch had intended it should be. Chyna reached down with her free hand and started to rub Kitty’s swollen clitty with her thumb. She crushed it down roughly against her pistoning forearm and Miss Kitty came, screaming with pain induced pleasure. Chyna pulled her arm out of the girl with a loud and audible slurping sound, and as she knelt back, Jeff could see that Miss Kitty’s cunt was gaping obscenely open. Jarrett’s vision was blurring with tears from the pain of his tightly bound cock, which bulged through the gaps between the ropes and was a very unhealthy purple color. The raven-haired amazon rolled the smaller woman over onto her stomach and she pulled her girlish buttocks apart. Miss Kitty gasped as she felt Chyna’s slick finger press against the rose of her anus. Then, without warning, she was penetrated! “Take a good look, Jeff. I’ll bet she never let you have this little treasure, did she?” Chyna twisted her finger inside Kitty’s virgin anus, eliciting a small gasp from the girl. “So I want you to watch real close, ’cause she’s gonna take my whole hand!” Miss Kitty felt a shiver of fear run through her at Chyna’s words. It wasn’t possible! She’d be torn apart. But she had taken it in her cunt, and if Chyna wanted her to take it up her ass, then that was what she would do. The most important thing to Miss Kitty was that she never wanted to let Chyna down. She bit her lower lip as Chyna inserted a second finger. She pumped them in and out a few times before adding a third. Kitty forced her asshole to relax, suppressing the instinctive desire to clench up against the unnatural intruder, because even as inexperienced as she was, she realized that resistance would only make it hurt more. With only Miss Kitty’s own girl-cum to act as lubrication, Chyna forced her fourth finger into the blonde. After a minute of twisting thrusts to open her yet further, she pushed her thumb inside too. Kitty screamed as Chyna kept the pressure behind that last push, forcing the rest of her hand between her buttocks. She felt her sphincter being stretched to agonizing dimensions as the widest part of the hand forced its way inside her. Then, just as she thought that something would tear, her asshole snapped back to grip Chyna’s wrist and the hand was in! She lay panting and wild-eyed as Chyna reversed the direction of motion and Miss Kitty cried out as her hole was being stretched again. Chyna pulled her hand out until just before the tip of her thumb would leave her hotness, and then she forced it back inside. She repeated the process another four or five times before she removed it entirely. The muscular woman stood up and walked into the locker room, leaving her lover spread face down on the floor with her asshole gaping wide and Jeff Jarrett doubled over his agonizingly restrained penis. When she returned, she was no longer entirely naked, as jutting massively from her crotch was a huge black rubber dildo. It was more than 15 inches long and about 4 inches in diameter! It was held in place by thick leather straps that circled her slim waist and ran under her hairless pussy to buckle up in the small of her back. Miss Kitty looked up over her shoulder as Chyna knelt down behind her and there was fear in her eyes as she saw the giant implement. “M… mistress?” she asked quietly. “Hush child,” the amazon answered, “You can take it. I know you can,” she added reassuringly. Chyna popped the cap on a tube of KY jelly and squeezed some into her hand. As she applied the slimy substance to the black dildo she looked over at Jarrett and smiled wickedly, then she started to slide her hand up and down the huge length, as though she were masturbating her massive cock. “You see Jeff? Now do you understand just how pathetic your little boy-cock really is?” The insult struck Jarrett like the strongest of blows. He knew it wasn’t true, that his 712-inch cock was larger than average, but it didn’t matter. Chyna’s ‘cock’ was more than twice as long and three times as thick as his own and there was no way that he could possibly measure up to that. Then Chyna turned back to her little love-slave and positioned the well-lubricated tip of her rubber penis in the cleft of Miss Kitty’s tight buttocks. She slowly pushed the head of the giant dildo through her asshole, and then she began to thrust easily in and out, gradually working her way deeper into her lover. With each thrust, she opened the blondes tight little rectum wider and deeper until she bottomed out at twelve inches or so. When that happened Chyna started to increase the tempo of her thrusts, changing the angle of entry to stretch the walls further, allowing her to cram more and more of the huge cock into her and forcing her organs to shift inside her to make room for it. Eventually Miss Kitty was completely impaled and Chyna began to fuck her in earnest. As she did so, the mass of the giant dildo bore down just above her clitoris with each inward motion and then as she pulled out, the harness strap under her crotch rubbed on the sensitive organ, sending her into a rising spiral of pleasure. As she felt her orgasm building, she reached around to hook her fingers into her lover’s snatch and started to frig her slit. After less than a minute of this treatment Miss Kitty was screaming with a truly mind-blowing orgasm. The shudders of her girlish body were transmitted via her anus and the huge dildo to Chyna’s clitoris, and she too came explosively. Chyna collapsed onto her elbows as she was assailed by wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure and she saw stars before her eyes as it seemed as though she rode from one orgasm straight into another.sex and porn gifWhen she recovered, she slowly pulled the huge strap-on dildo out of Miss Kitty’s asshole with a sickening wet pop. She rocked back onto her heel and looked down on the prostrate form of her unconscious love-slave. Miss Kitty had fainted from the overwhelming power of her orgasm. Chyna slid her fingers over her head and pushed her wet hair back from her face. As she did so, she caught sight of the tightly bound Jeff Jarrett who was almost weeping with the pain from his tortured cock. “What’s the matter Jeff? Feeling a little left out, are you?” She said and she rose to her feet, the giant rubber cock bouncing as she did so. She walked over to him, the dildo jutting obscenely from her crotch. She placed her hand on his head and stroked his head almost affectionately. “There, there, Jeffrey. Perhaps what you need is a good pacifier?” she said, and brandished the slimy black cock in his face. “Suck it!” she ordered. After one shocked moment, he clamped his lips shut and turned his head away from the towering bitch. She couldn’t crush his balls and feed him her cock at the same time, so she gripped his jaw and crushed his cheeks against his teeth with her fingertips until he was forced to open his mouth. Once he did that, there was nothing he could do to stop her ramming the dildo into his mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and forced the dildo deeper. Jarrett’s jaw was forced as wide as it could go by the huge rubber cock and there was nothing he could do to prevent the flavor of Miss Kitty’s bowels and the lubricating jelly from swamping his tastebuds. He was totally defenseless against her as she began raping his mouth, forcing the dildo into his throat. Chyna looked down on the gagging, former six-time Intercontinental Champion as she made him suck her big black cock. She laughed as his eyes bulged from his face as she started to fuck his throat, driving move than six inches of the slimy strap-on down his gullet. His face was as purple as his still hard cock and his eyelids were fluttering before Chyna finally withdrew the dildo from his mouth. Jarrett immediately started to cough and choke, desperately gasping for air. Chyna turned away from Double J and bent down over Miss Kitty’s motionless form. She scooped the tiny woman up in her strong arms and carried her out of the cubicle, leaving Jarrett retching behind her. * * * Double J looked up when Chyna and Miss Kitty returned. Kitty was wearing white, lacey lingerie while Chyna had dressed in her leather chaps and bra-top combination, but she was still wearing her huge rubber cock and it bobbed hypnotically before her as she approached him. She crouched down beside him and jerked his head up and held it firmly while Miss Kitty strapped the collar she had hidden behind her back around his neck. Jarrett was about to protest when he saw the evil glint in Chyna’s eyes and wisely decided to remain silent. “Now then, Jeff. I think it’s time for your final lesson.” Chyna nodded to Miss Kitty, who knelt down and untied his ankles. Jeff tried to make a run for freedom, but his legs were cramped and he was jerked short by the leash that was in Chyna’s hand. She hauled him backward and then rammed a knee into his stomach, knocking the wind, and the fight, out of Jarrett. “What did you want to do that for. And after you were doing so well!” Chyna patronized him. “Never mind, I know you’re going to enjoy your next punishment!” Miss Kitty giggled as Chyna lead Jarrett like a xxx by his leash into the changing room itself. Once there, she kicked his feet out from under him and he fell heavily to the floor. Miss Kitty then dropped down in front of him and started to untie the rope harness that bound and tortured his penis. His bloated manhood was beginning to turn black and had become almost numb until the blood that had been trapped began to flow again. Jeff let out an agonized howl as the pain returned tenfold. It was worse than anything he had ever felt before in his life! He literally wept tears as Miss Kitty finished releasing his cock from the tight ropes. The pain was so great that when Chyna released his arms he couldn’t do anything but try to huddle over his crotch. The amazon grabbed a bench and pulled it into the middle of the room and then she and Miss Kitty forced the pain-paralyzed man to kneel at one end of it. Chyna jerked on his leash and made him lie face down lengthwise along the beach. She tied the handle of his leash to one of the legs of the bench at the far end and then they tied his thighs to the legs at the other end. His arms were tied together under the bench, elbow to wrist. Chyna looked down on her bound enemy and smiled. In this position, His battered cock was visible, hanging below bruised testicles and his ass was totally vulnerable. “Since you’ve been such a bad boy, I think you need a good spanking!” she said in her most condescending tone. She gave his ass a stinging slap that shocked Jarrett to the core. Then Miss Kitty slapped him on the same butt-cheek. And that was how it continued. Chyna would strike one cheek with a powerful smack and then Miss Kitty would slap the same place with a much weaker blow that Jarrett would barely even have felt if Chyna weren’t so thoroughly tenderizing his rump.. Then Chyna would spank his other cheek and Kitty would copy her mistress. All the time that they were spanking him like a little schoolboy they were laughing and joking, enjoying the degree of humiliation so simple a punishment could inflict on a full grown man. By the time they were finished, his well-beaten backside was a vibrant red. In the position he was in, he looked rather colorful from the rear, with the red of his ass, the blue and purple of his bruised cock and balls, and with his blond pubic hair adding yet more color. Chyna moved to Jarrett’s head and noticed the tear tracks on his cheeks. “Oh dear! And
This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o भारत में उस रोबोट फिल्म का नाम क्या है Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END
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- Hello Everyone,I’ll tell you what happened when I came to buy my new car …Lorna’s New CarI had fallen in love with the car the instant I saw it. The trouble was the young guy I had been dealing with could tell, and my attempts to get him to drop his price even a little were falling on very stony ground. I had been counting on a reasonable trade-in for my old one, but I just knew the guy would do what he could to push that down. Every time I made what I thought was a good point, the young guy would suck in his breath and mutter about how Martin wouldn’t let him do that. The conversation looked like it was going nowhere, the coffee he had fetched me was going cold. I drank it quickly, grimacing a little, then decided some time out would be good. A brief comfort break to collect my thoughts, I decided. When I came out of the customer loo an older chap was waiting to go in. He must have seen the furrowed brow!‘Penny for your thoughts?’‘Oh, nothing really, just having some murderous ideas about bright young car salesman,’ I said, ‘the thing is I like the car, but I do think he’s asking too much. And he keeps stonewalling by going on about Martin. His boss, I think. He sounds a right….well, a right one. You get the picture. I’m just wondering if I could do the pair of them in with a hydraulic jack and still claim it was self-defence.’He chuckled. Nice laughter lines appeared at his eyes.‘Oh, that sounds unfortunate! It is a lovely car, mind. I really liked the look of that myself. Stylish, roomy, but deceptively lively when the need arises.’He smiled and raised an eyebrow. I got the distinct impression I was being flirted with, and it lightened my mood a little.‘Speaking of needs arising, if I could just…?’He nodded past me, and I realised I was standing in the doorway. A little flustered – I seemed to have been daydreaming slightly, probably about the car – I apologised and let him pass. As I walked back to the main office I saw my salesman laughing with another of the younger guys. I distinctly saw him rubbing his hands together and my cold mood returned. We glowered at each other across the desk and started a rather tight-lipped discussion about what could be thrown in to try to sweeten the deal. Things were not going well. Then a voice came from behind me.‘Tricky customer, Duncan?’‘Ah, Martin! No, not tricky, the lady’s just driving a hard bargain.’‘I can imagine,’ came the reply, ‘she looks the sort to know what she wants and go for it. And that’s a good thing too, isn’t it? It’s a good deal if both sides feel like they’ve got what they wanted from it. But the customer needs to be sure she’s getting what she wants, first, wouldn’t you say?’Then Martin turned at me and smiled, asking‘Has young Duncan here offered you a test run, Mrs…?’‘Lorna.’‘Of course. Lorna.’‘No, not yet. But…’‘Well, let’s see if we can sort that out now if that is OK with you?’I wasn’t sure what he was driving at, but to be honest I felt as if another time-out would be a good thing.sex story‘Can you just sort the paperwork there, Duncan, while I chat to Lorna?’In no time at all, I was buckling myself into the passenger seat, while Martin nonchalantly guided the car through narrow gaps between the other cars in the showroom, before setting off down the street. Once we were safely out of earshot he became quite confiding.‘Duncan’s a good lad in some ways, he really knows his stuff when it comes down to things like the differences between the models and the facts and figures, but he’s not quite learned that there is more to selling cars than that. He’s not very good at reading people, you see? In fact, he’s a bit of a prick at that side of things, if you don’t mind me saying so.’It was more or less what I had told him by the toilet, but I was still a little sceptical!‘Whereas you are?’‘Well, I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I do like to think I’m a bit better. With the women customers, certainly, more than Duncan does. Quite a few of them come in here already sick of men telling them what they should think, so that’s not a good starting place is it?’He pulled the car over to the side of the road and said‘Want to give her a go?’We changed places. I put my hands on the wheel at ten to two and set off. Martin chuckled.‘Sorry about that, by the way.’I was puzzled. He nodded at my gearstick hand.‘No ring. I did notice it, wasn’t sure what to say…these days. I think some countries the women wear them on the right hand, I think some women do also…’‘I do hope you’re not enquiring if I’m available, Martin!’It looks a bit harsh, written down, but it wasn’t really. That flirting that I thought I had detected earlier was definitely there. What surprised me was how much I was returning it!‘Do you want to take that next right there, Lorna?’ Good. Now on about three-quarters of a mile, and then that left there.’The brief journey had taken us out of the town centre, out of the town, and then to a lane that led into a patch of woodland. We rounded a corner and I knew we were invisible even from the lane. I turned the engine off.‘This looks a very quiet place you’ve brought me to, Martin. I trust your motives are honourable!’Just smoothing the path of trade, Lorna. And making sure our negotiations wouldn’t suffer from interruptions.’‘Go on,’ I said, cautiously.‘Well, as senior salesperson, I naturally have some more leeway than young Duncan when it comes to setting prices. How far apart were you, by the way?’‘About £1,500,’ I said.‘Ouch! I can see why there was a stalemate. Well, for starters, I could see my way clear to taking a round £1,000 out of the picture…’His voice trailed away, so I picked up where he had left off. I unbuckled my seat belt with a decisive click.‘Are you suggesting we should continue the negotiations in the extensive rear seating arrangements?’There was a second click from the passenger seat.It took Martin a few moments to demonstrate the way the rear seats operated. When he had finished it was my turn to recline. He slid into the space next to me, then onto me. There was little pretence at seduction, but to be honest, I didn’t want to be seduced, I wanted to be fucked. He ground very tight trousers into my crotch, his hands eager to be full of my tits. I pushed up at him, reaching down to free his cock. I was surprised how heavily I was breathing. He felt very warm in my hand. I whispered to him …‘So, I think the figure was £1,500?’I guided the tip of a very hard cock to the gusset of my panties, teasingly wiping it along the length of my pussy lips, slowly, to and fro…‘£1,250’ he hissed, his voice eager as he pushed closer. I let the tip press the cotton slightly inside me.‘Are you sure not £1,500?’ I said, letting him feel the fact that I had just pulled the panties to one side, and there was now nothing between him and me. I could see him fighting with his profit margins. I decided to play a little unfair and lifted my bum from the fine leather upholstery. I heard a little catch in his voice as the very tip of his cock slid between my outer lips.‘Well…’sex and porn sotyrTime to apply some more pressure. Literally! I fluttered my eyelashes at him, then let him see my famous naughty grin. While he panted, wondering what I was up to, I took a deep breath and lifted my bottom further, biting my lower lip as his whole length slipped inside.‘£1,500,’ I repeated, lowering my bottom till he was almost outside. He looked into my eyes, daring my not to move any further away. He was close to cracking, I decided. I began to move closer.‘£1,500,’ I said, as he slipped back inside, then I made my final offer, ‘and you can finish in me if you want.’I could tell he was almost sold, so it was just a case of coming up with an optional extra. So I did.‘And I’ll lick your cock clean afterwards.’He was never going to hold out too long after that, but he did manage to make me orgasm too! I arched my back, pushing my breasts up towards him. He lasted maybe three or four minutes more, then his head dropped to my shoulder as he came. He was still panting when we kissed for the first time. I opened my mouth for him, so he felt he was getting good value for his discount! I think he had overlooked my offer of oral sex, but as I started liking the mixture of spunk and pussy juice from his cock he gratefully accepted. We adjusted our clothing, as the old saying has it, then he started to drive us back to the showroom.‘I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Lorna, but ever since this car came in I’ve been dying to get someone in the back of it with me.’‘Well, what can I say, I’m flattered to be the first woman you could persuade to shag you in it! I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but I doubt you’ll be the last man I ride in it!’It did kind of take the shine off things, but he was as good as his word about the discount. A slightly crestfallen Duncan finished off the paperwork, no doubt muttering to himself about the hit to his commission. While he did so, Martin handed me his business card.‘In case,’ he said.I saw he had written on the back that he hoped he had been able to give me a good level of customer satisfaction, which made me smile. I thought for a moment and then dug out one of mine, writing something on the back for his benefit.‘Exchange is no robbery,’ he read when I had finished.‘Well, I can’t argue with that. You do drive a hard bargain, Lorna.’‘Hard, but I like to think fair,’ I smiled as I held out my hand to receive the keys to my lovely new car, ‘and of course, at the end of the day we both like repeat business!’Love and Kisses, Fabulous pornstar Aali Rousseau in Best College, Solo Girl adult scene
- A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her cheating on me one night when I came home from work early.When we first met I thought she was kind of a slut because I had seen her out before at some of the local bars and she always seemed to have a lot of guys hanging around and talking to her. She would dance with anybody and always wanted to be the center of attention. Several times I would see her leave with three, four, five or more guys.One night when I finally decided to she what she was about I asked her to dance and we started talking. She said she was looking for a good man that would treat her right and not run around on her. We sat and talked and had a few drinks and when I asked her if she would like to come over for a nightcap after the bar closed she agreed. That’s how we got hooked up. I have a good job and treat my women with respect and thought she would appreciate me. Wrong!I had suspected she was cheating on me for a couple of months before I caught her. We were living together and one night I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another guy. I pulled in the drive and saw an unfamiliar car. I figured one of her girlfriends stopped by. When I came in the house I heard noise coming from upstairs and I went up to let her know I was home. When I opened the bedroom door I saw a guy zip up his pants and grab his shoes and my girlfriend pulling on a T-shirt. I was in shock. Before I could say anything, the guy ran by me, down the stairs and out the door. Becca sat there on the bed and started crying saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I told her I didn’t care how sorry she was and to get the fuck out of my house. She left and came by the next day to gather up her things.A few months later I stopped in a bar that I seldom go in to and when I went to the men’s room I saw the following scrawled on the wall:BECCA DAVIES IS A SLUT! I hear that! I did her too! SO DID I Me and two buddies banged her one night I NAILED HER, JR. me too Dean I was in a 7 man train on her Dave Only 7? She fucked me and 11 other guys one night at a party. Yeah I was there too. That bitch loves a gang-bang! I was at two bangs with her. One was 9 guys and she did 7 the next night. Rob Damn, has anyone in town NOT fucked her? Probably not! She told me once her fantasy is to screw 50 men in one night I’m there. Just name when and where?Well, you know how guys are after they have had a few. You see a message on a wall in a men’s room and everybody thinks they are a comedian. I thought it was pretty funny and didn’t give it much thought. Then a couple weeks later I stopped in the same bar again I went into the rest room to read the comments again and have a laugh. and I saw this added to the comments about Becca:ATTENTION EVERYONE, I talked to Becca and told her I would arrange a gangbang for her and she said cool.Place and time to be announced. Check back.NOTICE: Becca Davies said she is ready to do a gangbang with as many guys as I can find. Friday, July 4th at 9pm at Lake Shore Park, back pavilion. Everyone is invited. Tell all your friends.I thought that was hilarious! Then I went back to the bar and got another beer. While I was standing at the bar I heard a couple of guys talking. One guy was saying he knew who she was and a buddy of his told him it was really going to happen. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to have to check this out.’The day of the big event came and I made my preparations. I packed a twelve of Michelob and a couple of sandwiches in a cooler and headed for the park about 6 pm. I knew the place where it was supposed to happen backed up to a nice stand of trees where I could hide and be well covered but still have a nice view. There is a factory on the other side of the woods behind the park and I knew it would be closed for the holiday weekend. I drove there, parked my truck and made my way thought the woods to a spot behind the pavilion where I could watch and not be seen, cracked a beer and waited.About 8:00 I saw a couple of cars pull in to the parking lot with about three or four guys in each. They just sat there in the cars and drank some beer. Around 8:30 another car pulled in and two guys and Becca got out. They looked at the other cars and waved and all the guys got out. Then they all headed over to the pavilion. There were seven guys in the other cars and the two guys and Becca. They sat on a picnic table and were talking, drinking and laughing.About 9:15 another car pulls in and five guys get out and walk over. I hear Becca whoop and say, “Let’s party!” She is only wearing a sundress and sandals and she just lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. All the guys start whistling and yelling and undoing their pants. Becca starts dancing to music on a radio that someone brought and the guys start rubbing her and squeezing her tits and ass. Pretty soon she is lying on the table and the guys start to form a couple of lines to begin the sex.So now there are 14 guys standing in line to fuck and be sucked by my Ex. To tell the truth, I was getting pretty turned on by seeing this. Becca was laying on the table and the guys started by having her suck their cocks and when they got good and hard they would climb on the table and fuck her.After a little while three more cars pulled in and 11 guys got out to join the party. Becca was really getting into it and the newcomers jumped right in. She was on her knees taking it up the ass while sucking two guys at once. Then she was sandwiched between two guys getting it in the pussy and ass.One group of guys from the first to arrive were done and went to their car and leave. Meanwhile, the rest were going strong. Another car pulled in and five guys got out, walked over and pile on. I was keeping a count of the coming and going of cars until about 1:00. I counted 18 cars and one van and when I got to 50 guys I quit counting. I knew Becca liked to fuck but I was amazed at her stamina.There was a lot of drinking going on along with the fucking and I noticed not a lot of attention was being paid to who was there. I decided I was going to get in on some of this action and worked my way to the edge of the parking lot. When another car pulled in and four guys got out I snuck in behind them and walked up to the pavilion. By now Becca was so drunk and sexed up that she couldn’t tell who was doing what. I got in line behind a couple of guys to take my turn with her. I was already hard so I opened my pants and freed my cock. I always carry a couple of rubbers with me just in case I need one so I slipped one on so I would be ready when my turn came. Some of the other guys were using them too, but most weren’t so I didn’t want to risk catching anything.The guy in front of me was screwing her now while she was sucking on a black guy’s dick. She was on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The guy in front of me blew his load and pulled out so now it was my turn. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me because the black dude she was sucking was practically sitting on her face. He was pretty large and he was shoving his cock all the way down her throat and she was taking it with out so much as a single gag. I could see her throat bulge with his every thrust. I decided to fuck her in the ass so I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass was now on the edge of the table and I guided my cock to her poop shoot and started to push it in. She was pretty well loose and lubed from all the other cocks that had already been there so I slid right in. I started pumping and it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my wad. I was watching the black guys 10 incher sliding in and out of her face and stretching her neck and I never came so hard in my life! It was fantastic.After I was done I stepped aside and let the next guy in line move into position. I stayed around a while to watch some of the other action up close. It was a much better view than from my hiding place. I noticed that her dress had been trampled on and kicked away from the table a bit so I walked over by it and kicked it more toward my hiding place. I thought it would be cool if she couldn’t find it and had to go home naked. After a few more minutes I left behind a group of guys that were going back to the parking lot to leave and snuck back to the woods and back to my hiding place. I found a long stick and reached through the brush and snagged the dress. Then I got comfortable, opened another beer and watched some more banging.It was about 3:00 now and things were winding down. Most of the guys had left and Becca was passed out. There were six or seven guys sitting on the table drinking beer and rubbing Becca’s tits and their dicks. They were trying to get another stiffy to fuck her one more time before leaving. That’s when I heard some motorcycles heading in. It looked like about 20 Harleys and a couple of trikes. Word must have gotten to the local biker’s club and they came to check it out. The guys sitting at the table quickly did up their pants and looked at each other not knowing what to do. I’m sure they were not ready to rumble, (not that they would have any chance against 20-25 bikers), so when one of the hogs said, “We heard there was some slut giving a gang bang so we came to see. Guess your party is over, now it’s our turn.” They didn’t argue. They just got up, walked to the parking lot and left.The bikers didn’t care that Becca was passed out. They fucked her hard. They fucked her in the ass and pussy. They jerked off on her face and in her hair. Then one guy said, “Man, she’s all loose and worn out. Let’s just skull fuck her.” They laid her on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the table. Then they lined up and fucked her mouth one at a time. I thought they were going to break her neck the way they were pounding away. Even though she was unconscious her gag reflex was not working. One after the other they pumped their cocks down her throat and shot their loads. From my angle I could see the sperm running out of her mouth and down her face into her hair after each guy pulled out. I hoped they wouldn’t drown her.After they were all spent one of the guys went over to a trike and got his Rottie and brought him back. A couple of the other bikers flipped Becca over and lifted her ass in the air and held her up while they let the dog fuck her. After the dog was done one of the guys said, “Maybe we should wash her off some.” They all started laughing and then got up on the table and pissed on her. Then they got on their bikes and left.It was about 5:30 and still too dark to make it back through the woods to my truck so I sat and had another beer waiting for daylight. Then I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20 and a bright hot summer day. I peered through the bushes and saw a cop walking toward the pavilion. Someone must have made a report about all the traffic from last night. And there, lying on top of the picnic table, was Becca. Passed out, completely naked, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles and used rubbers. Covered with dried cum and piss. What a mess!The cop looked at her a couple of minutes shaking his head. I don’t think he wanted to touch her because he took out his nightstick and gently nudged her with it until she woke up. Becca sat up with a start and looked around and saw the cop. Then she put her head down and puked up a big puddle of cum, right on the cop’s shoes! He stepped back and asked her what happened and if she was all right. She said she was fine and that she just had a little too much to drink last night. He asked her how she got there and where her clothes were. Becca said she couldn’t remember. The cop said, “Well, I’m sorry but I am going to have to take you in on a public indecency charge. He then put the cuffs on her and led her to his cruiser, put her in the back and covered her with a blanket. Then he left.Well I guess there must have been close to 100 guys that did Becca that night. She got her fantasy and then some. You can file this under Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but I know what I saw. Wish I had thought to bring my video camera. That would have made one Hell of a movie. (With grateful thanks to Italian reader Stefano Milanese, who provided the ideas for this story) Rosemary Castle, now in her…
- asmita sood...In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to… This story is about grave sexual misconduct, strange behavior, adult reading, watersports, scat, bondage, amputation, doctors’ sex, church sex blah…
- I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said… It started innocently enough. I had read a few stories (like this one…) on the Internet, and started to experiment by myself… on the toilet, or in the shower. I would reach down and touch myself between my legs while I felt the warm golden pee streaming out from my pussy…But before I go into all that, I suppose you should know a little about me. I’m nineteen years old, and have always been curious and experimental about sex from the first time I touched myself at age xxx teen (but that’s another story….). I’ve known I was bisexual since I was a teenager, also. I’m 5’5”, 125 lbs., with light blonde hair and big dark brown eyes. My body would best be described as voluptuous or curvaceous, something like a Vargas girl… I have 34c tits and big, luscious hips. I’ve been with a few girls and a few guys, but I was a virgin until I was eighteen. With my boyfriend, I’ve experimented with threesomes with both other women and other men, exhibitionism and voyeurism, and whatever other fantasies we’ve had.Anyways, I started experimenting with my own pee after I read a few Internet stories about watersports. I would always orgasm quickly and without any penetration at all when I masturbated while I was peeing. I did it first on the toilet, and later started skipping my pee before my shower so I could indulge myself under the stream of water, fingering my tiny clit while I watched and felt the golden piss streaming down my legs.I felt a little ashamed about it, but I figured it was fun and didn’t hurt anyone, so I kept doing it. I didn’t tell my boyfriend about it at first. We live together, and although we are both really open to each other’s fantasies, I felt like this was somehow “nastier,” and kept my private piss adventures to myself, mostly while he was out of the house.One night, while he was out, I was feeling particularly aroused and I had to pee. I was also feeling a little nastier than usual… I grabbed a glass from the kitchen and took it into the bathroom with me. It took forever for me to pee into the glass, I was so nervous. What I was doing felt so nasty and dirty. And sexy. My clit was on fire and I finally made myself pee into the cup. I came spontaneously just then, so I let myself enjoy the surprise orgasm and then went to the glass in my hand.I wanted to taste my hot golden piss in my mouth and feel it running down my throat. I sipped gingerly from the glass at first. It was salty and warm, and it tasted good. I drank a little more. The hot body-flavor of my own piss was making me so horny. I started to rub my pussy while I gulped thirstily from the glass, instantly exploding into orgasm.About a week later, I was playng with myself through my panties on my bed. I had to pee, but what I was doing to my pussy felt too good to stop. Before long, I was close to coming but also desperately trying to hold back my pee. A few drops leaked through… I ran to the toilet so I wouldn’t soak the bed, but I left my little pink cotton panties on while the pee flowed through them. Afterwards, I was still horny but not close to coming anymore, so I took off the panties and played with them, sniffing my own pussy-smell on them and rubbing the pissy wetness over my face and tits. I rubbed my piss-soaked panties on my pussy, then lifted the soppy mess to my face to smell my pussy juice and my pee on my panties while I played with my clit.xxx storiesShortly after this, while my boyfriend and I were having sex, he asked if I wanted to pee on him. Out of the blue. I still hadn’t told him about nasty little secret. But all of a sudden, he had guessed it. Too bad that it was so unexpected and I was too nervous to be able to even squeeze a drop out. I sat down in the tub, frustrated and horny as hell….My boyfriend stood above me, and put his dick near my mouth. I obliged, cradling his balls with one hand while I licked, kissed, and sucked him. Suddenly, he pulled back.“What?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. He was still holding onto his cock, pointing it at me kind of. “What?” I asked again.A stream of piss started coming out of his dick, and I knew automatically what he wanted. Or maybe what I wanted… I leaned back and watched his pee hit my body, splashing on my titties and streaming down between my legs. I reached down and rubbed my clit with one hand and stuck two fingers from my other hand into my suddenly dripping pussy hole. He put his cock into my mouth and made me drink his pee; I swallowed it down willingly. I came while he was pissing into my mouth. Afterwards, he jacked off onto my tits and pussy. After he left the room, I brought myself to another orgasm, smearing his piss and cum all over myself.We started playing this secret little game together more, but as much as I wanted to pee on him, as horny as the idea made me, I could never make myself do it.One night, he was licking my pussy, and I had to pee. I told him to wait while I went to the bathroom, but he said “No. You’re going to pee for me.”He began teasing my clit faster with his tongue, knowing it only made the urge to go greater. He shoved a finger into my pussy and started fingering my gspot mercilessly. My pussy started dripping juice, but I still just couldn’t let myself go. He got ready to put his cock inside me, and just as the tip entered me, I lost it. The piss exploded from my body and my hot little pussy exploded into one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had. My boyfriend took a minute to dip his head down between my legs and lick up some of the piss with his tongue, and started to fuck me hard while he kissed me, the taste of my hot body juices on his mouth.I’ve still never drank another woman’s piss, although just thinking about it is enough to make me need to “go south.” I imagine myself licking the soft, wet folds of a woman’s pussy, rubbing my face around in a nice hairy snatch (or shaved…), feeling the warm piss running out of her body into my mouth, on my face, over my tits, and down my body, into the soft, wet folds of my own pussy…Well! I think I’m ready for a shower, if you know what I mean….PinkCandy
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TGIF! As I look at the clock, all I can think of is being on the receiving end of a… Alexander sat up in bed. He had been laying there for what seemed like hours but what was in actuality, only minutes. He swung his legs out and stood while moving a hand across his stomach. He’d been having disturbing dreams again and he was feeling sick. In a desperate attempt to clear his mind and his lungs, Alexander opened the sole window in his upstairs bedroom to gaze outside. His father, Lucien and his younger sister, Lillith were outside with the horses. Lucien was leading a beautiful piebald mare around the track as Lillith rode and proclaimed her delight. It was always like this, Alexander sullenly mused, Lillith gets all of his attention and I get all of his wrath. Unconsciously, he moved one of his hands to his shoulder and traced the marks his father had left across his back, symbols of Alexanders disobedience. Alexander watched Lillith and made a mental note to himself about how much she resembled their mother, Rachael. Alexander was never quite certain why Lucien had divorced her and kept custody of both of the children, but Lucien had and Alexander had been stuck here ever since. Even after Alexander had matured and run off to University, he still returned in the summer and submitted to his fathers all-encompassing control. Lucien was a giant man, easily six and a half feet. Alexander had inherited some of that as he grew to adulthood, but he never quite matched his fathers size and bulk. Lillith on the other hand, was small and delicate, with fine black hair that curled into gentle waves. She was younger by seven years and Alexander envied every one of them. Alexander was always on the wrong side of Lucien’s temper. Whenever Alexander showed the least bit of will or proclaimed the tiniest protest to Lucien’s authority, he was met with a whip across his back. Alexanders eyes moved over to the post where he had to stand and count aloud while Lucien would whip him. He quickly turned his attention back to Lillith who was smiling and laughing in the late morning sun. Alexander closed the window and pulled a shirt on. He loathed the touch of cloth on his back but Lucien decreed that everyone was to be fully clothed before they left their rooms. Alexander didn’t bother to wear shoes though. Lucien was outside with his pride and joy, nothing Alexander did in private was going to matter much. He walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. While he assembled ingredients on the counter, Lillith opened the back door and stepped inside. “You are in so much trouble…” She started. Alexander met her with a glare and went back to his food. “Leave me alone,” he said coldly. Lillith’s shrill voice usually grated on his nerves and he didn’t want to hear it first thing in the morning. Lillith walked around the center console in the kitchen and came over to Alexanders side. “Daddy says that you’re going to have to clean the whole stable all by yourself for being so lazy.” Lillith chimed. Alexander stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead. Lillith was really annoying him now. He turned his head and stared down at her while she grinned at him. Alexander suspected she took a small amount of pleasure in telling him what was in store. He let out his breath. “Leave me alone you little bitch.” Alexander enunciated in low tones. Lillith cocked her head to one side and smirked at him. “You just wait ’till I tell Daddy what you just said! You’ll be in even more trouble!” With that, she ran upstairs and slammed her door shut. Alexander finished preparing his food and sat down at the table. Partway through breakfast, Lucien came inside. He laid down his tack and set himself to looking through the mail. Alexander tried to concentrate on his food. Within minutes, Lucien came into the dining room and stopped on the opposite side of the table. He faced Alexander. “Would you mind explaining to me why you are so tardy?” Lucien’s voice sounded hard but he wasn’t that upset. Alexander felt a small amount of relief. “Sorry.” Alexander breathed, trying not to sound sarcastic. “I’m assigning you all of Lillith’s chores in addition to your own today. Perhaps tomorrow you will be more inclined to get up on time.” Lucien started away from the table and then paused at the entrance to the kitchen. “One more thing,” he said, “I’m going into town today and I’m leaving Lillith here. You are responsible for her.” Alexander felt like screaming. Not only was he going to spend all day tied up with chores, he was going to have to put up with Lillith’s brattiness while he did them. He took a sip of milk. “Fine.” Lucien finished his mail and went outside to saddle his favourite stallion. ‘This was so typical’, Alexander thought, ‘He’ll be gone all day and then come home and find something wrong with what I did’. He watched his father meticulously prepare the horse before mounting him and urging him toward town. Alexander finished his breakfast before heading back to his room to find his shoes. He laced on the work boots and pulled on a second shirt. On his way down the stairs, he tied his hair back and made sure it was secure. The last thing he wanted in it was horse shit. He slipped out the back door and walked across foreyard to the stables. Alexander rolled his sleeves up and began cleaning the stables, mentally pointing his rage at Lillith the whole time. It didn’t take Lillith long grow bored of the indoors and come outside to find Alexander. She had gone to her room, bathed, changed her clothes and fixed her hair after her morning ride. She lingered at the stable doors while Alexander worked. Finally he stopped and looked at her. She smiled. “Where’s Daddy?” She asked sweetly. “He went to town.” Alexander answered, leaning against the stall he was currently cleaning. Lillith took that moment to straighten her dress. Alexander frowned when he realized just what she was doing down here. “Then you have to take care of me…?” She asked, feigning ignorance. “Yes.” Alexander growled. Lillith brightened and took a few steps inside the stable.taboo porn story“I want to go for a ride. I want to ride Bucephalus.” She said. “No. Lillith, Go Away!” Alexander yelled at her. She took a step back but didn’t lose her smile. They both knew that Alexander wouldn’t touch her, not unless he was eager to face the whip again. “I said I want to take a ride and you’d better do it. Daddy would be very angry if he knew that you weren’t taking good care of me.” Lillith smiled again. Alexander felt like slapping it right off of her face. Instead, he took off his gloves and walked over to her. Alexander roughly grabbed the front of her dress and lifted her a few inches. “Listen to me. I don’t care if you want to ride Bucephalus and I don’t care if Father would be angry. I’m going to finish cleaning the stables and then I’m going inside. And you are going to leave me alone.” He let go of her and went back to his work. Lillith was a little surprised but she didn’t say anything else. Eventually, she wandered back to the house and went inside. Alexander felt immense relief. He was afraid she’d push the issue and he would be forced to take her for a ride. After hours of cleaning stalls and shoveling shit, Alexander was finished. He peeled off his gloves and his outer shirt and just stood in the afternoon breeze. He still had a few more chores ahead of him, but nothing as daunting as the stables. He decided to take a quick rest before continuing. Walking a little ways away, he came to the soft bed of the nearby creek and unlaced his boots. He placed his feet in the water and laid back, just watching the clouds overhead. He heard the back door open and close, then heard soft footsteps somewhere near the stables. Lillith. Alexander sat up and sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her again but he also didn’t want her in the stables. He stood and re-tied his hair while he walked back barefoot to the stables. Lillith was inside pulling tack off the walls. She was dressed in newer riding clothes and had a crop tucked under her arm. “What are you doing?” Alexander asked, more than a little annoyed with her. “I’m going for a ride.” She replied. “And I don’t care if you won’t take me. I’ll go myself.” Something in her voice snapped Alexander’s control. He reached for her and yanked the tack out of her hands. Lillith made a small sound of protest then regained herself. “What are you doing?” Alexander answered by slapping her hard across the face. He felt every ounce of rage focus into that perfect, stinging slap. Lillith fell back and down, instantly placing a hand to her face where he had struck her. She looked up at him with shiny eyes. She’d never been hit before. Their blue eyes locked and she knew she was going to get far worse. Alexander hauled Lillith up by her hair and dragged her outside. She was openly crying now, begging him to let go of her. Alexander wasn’t certain what he was going to do until his gaze fell on the whip. He smiled a demonic smile as he though of Lillith being flogged. She apparently sensed his thoughts and started struggling harder. He pulled her face close to his and let his hot breath out. Lillith was too weak to break his grip on her hair. She glared up at him defiantly. “Daddy is…” she never finished the sentence. Alexander struck her again. This time she stumbled and fell onto her back. Looking down at her in this prone and open position, Alexander made a decision. He was going to take something that she could never have back. Alexander was on her in an instant. He tore open her shirt before she could even form words of protest. She was wearing a dainty white lace bra that covered her developing breasts. Lillith was terrified but didn’t know what to do. Alexander was bigger and stronger than her and there was no one around to help her. She didn’t know whether to fight or to beg. She decided to beg. “Please… No…” She stammered while Alexander peeled off her riding pants. He had never seen any of Lillith’s flesh before. She was clad now only in her bra and matching panties. Alexander felt his pulse and his erection rise. He slapped her again before sitting back and pulling off his shirt. Lillith just laid on the ground. This was all so surreal to her. She was afraid if she resisted, Alexander would hurt her more. But she didn’t want to have sex with him either. Alexander decided to force Lillith to take off his pants. Grabbing her hair again, he stood and forced her onto her knees in front of him. With small shaking hands, Lillith reached up and unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Alexander’s cock was not fully erect as his pants fluttered to the ground. Lillith just stared at it, not really knowing what to do. Alexander tossed her back down and laid on her covering her body with his. He brought their lips together and kissed her violently, then ripped off her bra and busied himself in sucking on her nipples. Alexander knew that Lillith was still a virgin and had never in her life done anything like this before. She made tiny, mewing sounds like a small animal in pain but she stopped fighting him and only squirmed when Alexander began to move on her body. He played with both of her nipples, first sucking one and squeezing the other, then switching. Lillith was not developed at all, but Alexander still found amusement watching her writhe was he played with her. After a few moments, he moved his other hand down to her panties and slipped inside of them. He felt the first small wisps of pubic hair as he moved down between her legs. She was wet but not greatly so. Alexander suspected that her body was responding to an imminent penetration even if her mind was not. He started to move a finger back and forth along the length of her lips, stroking her slowly to increase the wetness. He did not want to penetrate her until she was sufficiently lubricated. Lillith squirmed with each pass of his fingers and started to cry. Alexander grinned even though his mouth was still locked on her soft, pink nipple. It felt good to finally have her suffer after all the shit she’d put him through. It felt good to feel her body tremble as he did what he wanted to do. It felt good to control her and to force his dominance on her. He pulled his hand out of her panties and ripped them off of her. She emitted a little gasp as Alexander sat up a little and spread her legs wider. Lillith saw his cock sticking out long and hard from his body. She watched him place a hand on her stomach to keep her in place while he guided the head to her opening. He laid down on her again and began to slowing push his enormous dick into her. Lillith tried to move out of the way but she was pinned. Alexander weighed too much for her, he was too strong and too quick. She just laid there and cried as he began to rape her. A little way in, Alexander’s dick pushed up against her maidenhead. Lillith felt an unpleasant pressure while Alexander continued to push and press against it. He wanted to make this especially painful for her, considering all the pain she had caused him. After minutes of toying with her virginity, he cruelly shoved his dick into her. He hilted himself and felt a certain wicked pleasure as Lillith screamed. Her tiny body was wracked with sobs as he began to pump her.hot sex storyWhile he fucked her, Alexander amused himself by biting her nipples and roughly gripping her ass. Occasionally Lillith would struggle and he would respond by slamming his dick into her and pushing her back down. She continued to cry and struggle until Alexander felt his orgasm start to build. He put a hand down on her throat and began to pump her more rhythmically. Every time Lillith would begin any sort of protest, he would grip her tighter around the throat. She finally stopped struggling altogether as he rode closer to his climax. Alexander had never raped anyone before. He’d had trysts with different girls but nothing that ever lasted. He’d even had sex a few times, but it was usually to release some tension on his part. He had never felt this euphoric before. He had never felt so powerful and sexually fulfilled before. His thrusts became deeper and quicker as his orgasm came closer. Finally, he spilled his seed deep into his younger sister. He erupted in ecstasy as he continued to grind and push against her. Lillith was just staring at him with a look of hatred and fear. When he was finally finished with her, Alexander pulled out. There was blood and semen between Lilliths legs and all over his dick. He picked up her torn panties and wiped himself off. Lillith started to sit up but paused as she noticed Alexander looking intently at her. “If you tell Father,” He said with deliberate slowness, “I will kill you.” Lillith didn’t nod or even show that she had heard. While Alexander stood, a new thought formed in his mind. He had never tried anal sex before and here was the perfect person to try it out on. As Lillith finished sitting up, Alexander grabbed her again and shoved her towards the stables. He opened the doors and forced her face down on a pile of straw. Lillith just laid down and didn’t resist him. Alexander played with his dick a bit until it became hard again. H knelt down behind her and began to touch her ass. Alexander teased her asshole with his fingers and quickly stuck one inside to test the tightness. Deciding to lubricate himself a little before pressing in, he pushed his dick into her vagina once again. It came out covered with blood and semen as before but this time, he pressed the head against her small asshole. He laid down on her and began to work into her tight hole. Lillith bit her lip to keep from crying as she was raped a second time. Alexander finally managed to work his dick into her ass and was pleased to find it so tight. He pulled in and out slowly a few times to get a feel for it before ramming her hard. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders while he rode her. He figured this had to hurt as least as much as having your virginity ripped away. Lillith just laid still and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. With each thrust, Alexander let his anger out. Anger at his parents for having a second child. Anger at his father for beating him. Anger at Lillith for being a brat. He rode his anger as he rode Lillith, each thrust was a testament to his rage, a physical form for his feelings. His second orgasm built far more slowly. It built somewhere deep inside him, somewhere primal and feral. His body almost moved on its own, separate from his mind. Lillith, though, was too silent for his tastes, so he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She made small gasping noises but did not cry out. He continued to pound on her mercilessly, shoving his dick in and out while she held her tears in check. After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander felt his orgasm near. He slowed his thrusts down to an even meter. In. Out. In. Out. He didn’t want to come to quickly. When his body had finally had enough, he poured out his second orgasm. He filled Lilliths ass with his hot seed as he continued to pump her. Alexander felt release as never before. He knelt behind Lillith for a few minutes while his dick spasmed, spitting out excess semen. Lillith had gone still but her breathing was ragged. He pulled his dick out of her and wiped it off on her thigh. Lillith moved a little and turned to look up at him. When she opened her eyes, they held a glint of anger, a glint of sadness and a glint of… satisfaction? “What’s so funny?” Alexander asked, mentally preparing to deal out some more punishment to her if she became too flippant. But she was not the one who answered. “Let me field that question,” came Lucien’s voice, cold and clear through the air. Alexander had not heard him ride up, had not heard him dismount, had not heard him approach. Alexander had no excuse for his actions and sensed more than saw the whip in his fathers hand.
asmita sood,It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.
(What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END
I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth…Mommy loves the way her daughter shares cock with her
I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth… One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic of himself and I must say I found him to be very sexy. The pic showed a very good looking black man, about 6′ 4,” 220 lbs dressed in a t shirt that showed off his strong muscular frame. He seemed very nice as we chatted and I finally consented to meeting him at a motel. I was very excited as we firmed up the details of our meeting and couldn’t wait to get to the motel and get ready for him. I got to the motel early and began preparing myself for my new boyfriend’s arrival. I stripped immediately and excitedly went to the bathroom to begin my transformation into the sexy girl I so much want to be. I put on eye makeup, blush and then bright red lip stick that matched the polish on my pretty toes. When my makeup was complete I donned my red mini dress and black stockings. I then put on my wig — I looked in the mirror and loved the way my dress accentuated my shapely legs. I pranced around the room watching myself in the mirror for a while and then suddenly noticed a Hispanic man apparently from the housekeeping staff peer in the window as he passed by. I suddenly realized that I had left the curtain of the large window that encompassed the entire outside wall of the room next to the door open a couple of feet. They could actually see me! I sat on the bed crossing my legs and watched other staff members pass by, some across the parking area and others right outside my room. They all seemed to look in my direction as they passed. As I sat there a young pretty Hispanic woman looked into the window and gave me an amused smirk. I was embarrassed and excited – not knowing whether I should shut the curtains or to display myself for their amusement. Knowing they could see me thrilled me. I just sat there for a few minutes allowing these strangers to see me dressed as a sissy slut. I finally decided to put on my 4″ heels as the time of my new boyfriend’s arrival was quickly approaching. Once I had attached the ankle straps I stood and admired my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. I sat there and waited anxiously for him to arrive. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled and excited I jumped up and approached the door. I immediately drew the curtains realizing that I didn’t want the housekeeping staff to be able to see me now as I pleased my lover. I then opened the door and smiled nervously at the beautiful black man standing in the doorway. He returned my meek smile with a confident grin as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He immediately wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his strong chest as he gazed down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly at first and then he reached down cupping my ass in one large hand as he kissed me with increased passion probing my open mouth with his tongue. I felt so small, so feminine as he consumed me in his tight embrace. I loved how he was making me feel. All I could think about at that moment was how I wanted him to make me his special girlfriend. We kissed and licked each other for a few minutes still standing just inside the door. He suddenly broke off the kiss and told me to take his cock out. Nervously I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants pulling them down over his muscular ass cheeks. I held his semi erect cock in my hand realizing how incredibly thick and long it was in its near flaccid state. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so smooth and warm, as I caressed its length. I stared at it as it began to grow longer and harder making my hand appear so small, so dainty as I tried to wrap my fingers around its girth. As I teased the bulbous head I gazed dreamily up into his dark eyes. He was so gorgeous! His friendly expression suddenly became very serious which made me feel very uneasy and I averted my eyes from his now icy stare. “You want to be my girl?” he asked sternly. “Oh yes” I replied as I smiled coyly up at him. “I’ll do anything for you” I assured him. He smirked and then seemed to become impatient and pushed me effortlessly to my knees before him. I stared up at him questioningly as I fell to my knees and then realized what he wanted from me as my eyes now fell upon his beautiful thick manhood now inches from my face. “Suck it you little whore” he demanded as he rubbed his huge erection over my face. His humiliating words cut through me as I realized how much I wanted him to make me his whore. I knew I would do anything to please him. I wanted desperately for him to want me. Nervously I lightly licked the head and tongued my way down the side of his long thick shaft to the base and then back up the other side. I was amazed and thrilled to taste the taut skin of his big black cock. I looked at the purplish head of his dick for a second and then hungrily engulfed as much of the head and shaft as I could in my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide as I crammed about four inches of it in and began sucking it passionately. His hot, hard cock felt so wonderful sliding in and out of my mouth as I stroked the remaining five inches of his immense shaft with both hands. I wanted it so much. I felt so sexy, so feminine as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked his magnificent manhood. Suddenly I heard the curtains being opened and glanced up to see that he had drawn them open a few feet. I tried to protest but he grabbed my head in his strong hands and pulled my mouth over his huge cock muffling my cries. As I sucked him I peered up at the window, my eyes tearing, praying that no one would pass by as they had earlier. “Show our friend outside how you like to suck cock” he laughed as he ravaged my poor little mouth with his big cock. Suddenly I noticed a figure at the window and quickly looked up to see the Hispanic man who had peered in at me earlier standing there staring down at me. I was terrified and tried to struggle against the tight grip of my boyfriend’s big strong hands. Unable to free myself I helplessly knelt before him, his cock fucking in and out of my mouth, as the Hispanic man watched intently at the window.tiny sexy girl photoI was so embarrassed as my boyfriend pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beg for it as he rubbed it over my lips in front of this total stranger. My eyes filled with tears as I pleaded with him to close the curtains and let me suck him some more. “If you want it beg me, the curtain stays open,” he taunted. I glanced at the man staring at me from outside the window and then looked pleadingly up at the imposing figure who now controlled me so completely. “Please let me suck your beautiful cock,” I begged as both men seemed to smile at my humiliation. After a few moments hesitation which seemed to intensify my embarrassment he told me to open my mouth. I opened obediently awaiting his cock to enter, but instead he slapped it against my lips and face and laughed at me as I tried desperately to catch it between my lips. Finally he allowed me to take it into my mouth and I sucked him hungrily no longer aware or caring about the man outside witnessing my submission. After a minute or so he pulled away and to my relief closed the curtains. He then went to a nearby chair and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was absolutely beautiful, a lean, body builders shape with rippling arms, chest, abs and legs. I just stared at his impressive physique desperate to feel his nakedness against me. I began to approach him reaching for the huge horse cock that dangled down between his muscular thighs, but he extended his strong arm out and grasped me around the throat before I could reach him. “If you want me honey you have to entertain my friends first,” he said sternly. Confused, I looked into his eyes, “friends?” I asked fearfully. “Yeah” he said smiling, “they’re right outside”. With that he released his grip and sat down in the chair, his long cock hanging down over the edge. I implored him not to make me do it, “I want you, I promise I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me humiliate myself in front of your friends” I pleaded. “Do you want me?” he asked impatiently. “You know I do,” I said tearfully. “Open the door,” he demanded. I hesitated staring at him, longing to feel him again even if it was his fingers around my neck. I felt so excited by him, but frightened at the prospect of other men using me. I wanted him so much, and he knew I would submit to him. I felt I had no choice really. I knew if I didn’t open the door then he surely would. I slowly reached for the door knob and nervously cracked open the door and peeked out. At first I saw no one then two black men got out of a car across the parking lot and approached the room. One was tall and thin carrying two six packs of beer, the other was a very large man, quite heavy with a big round belly hanging over his jeans. When they reached the door I opened the door wider and stepped back both to conceal myself behind the door and to give them room to enter. Once inside they both turned to look me over as I closed the door. “So this is the little whore you been telling us about” the thin one laughed as he leered at me. “Yeah guys, this is Ricki,” my boyfriend answered still lounging naked in the chair. “Ricki go put something on that my friends will like,” he instructed pointing to the bathroom. I nervously retired to the bathroom aware of their eyes watching me as I walked across the room in my 4″ heels. I closed the bathroom door and removed my dress and donned the little black babydoll nightie he had told me to bring. Once I had it on I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to get a grip on myself. I knew what I was going to do as conflicting emotions of sexual excitement and shame consumed me. I reentered the room and approached them in my sexiest walk swaying my hips and moving my arms in a dainty fashion. The fat guy laughingly complimented me on my pretty nightie which embarrassed me and thrilled me as I stood blushing before them I stood there awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other for a few moments until the thin one told me to turn for them and show them my ass. I hesitated and then meekly turned to show my naked ass cheeks peeking out from below my baby doll nightie. Just then my boyfriend instructed me to raise my nightie so they could see better. Humiliated I reached for the hem and lifted the nightie fully exposing my ass to their eyes. “She’s got a nice ass for fucking” the fat one said as he cracked open a beer. “Yeah I think we’re going to have fun with this little sissy slut” laughed the thin one. In the mirror I could see my boyfriend putting his pants back on and I turned toward him wondering what he was doing. He smiled at me, “I’m going to get some ice, entertain them until I get back,” he said as he left. Once the door closed the fat one came up behind me and ran his hand over my exposed ass cheeks and then slid his fingers along the crack of my ass. “Yeah honey you going to love me,” he whispered menacingly into my ear. I was frightened as I felt his fingers roughly coursing through the crack of my ass and his hot, smelly breath on my neck. I couldn’t believe I was submitting to these awful men. “I want to see her dance for us,” yelled the thin one from the bed where he sat drinking his beer. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed the fat guy as he sat back on the bed and took another long swig from his beer. The thin guy got up and turned the TV on to one of those music video stations and then sat in the chair where my boyfriend had been minutes before. “Dance baby!” he yelled. Embarrassed, but thankful that I didn’t have to feel the fat guy’s groping anymore I began to sway and move to the music. “Come on, get into it!” the fat one demanded. I began to move and turn for them allowing my nightie to swing out exposing my ass and little sissy dick. I was starting to really get into it as the door opened and my boyfriend stepped back into the room carrying a bucket of ice. He smiled at me approvingly as he set the ice down on the table by the window. I continued to twirl and jiggle my ass for them as they laughed and encouraged my sexy dance. Suddenly I heard the curtains open. Startled I turned quickly toward the window and saw that my boyfriend had opened it at least six feet. To my horror the Hispanic man who had witnessed me servicing my boyfriend earlier was standing there with two other men I had never seen before staring at me from right outside the window. I was so embarrassed and terrified I just stood there dumbfounded. “Keep dancing bitch,” yelled the fat guy. “Yes, dance for us,” my boyfriend demanded as he stood smirking by the door. Not knowing what else to do I began to move to the music again, a bit timidly at first as all six men observed me with amusement. As I began to once again twirl and shake for my audience I noticed another figure outside the room. It was the young woman from housekeeping who had seen me earlier. She was holding her hands to her mouth trying unsuccessfully to suppress her laughter as she watched me dance. My eyes welled up with tears as I tried desperately to continue my dance. Her eyes on me made me feel so embarrassed, more than I had ever been in my life. Moments later my boyfriend shut the curtains. “That’s enough of that, I think its time our little sissy paid us for all the fun she’s been having” he suggested. “Yeah bitch,” agreed the tall one as he got up and approached me. I felt a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach as he pushed me to my knees and extracted his black cock from his jeans. Knowing what he wanted I immediately took his cock which was smaller than my boyfriend’s, but still quite long in my hand. I licked the head and continued planting kisses down its length to the base and then took his balls into my mouth and sucked lightly on them licking along the underside of them. He then turned around and bent over demanding that I lick his asshole. I obediently licked his puckered hole as I continued to stroke his now long rigid cock.taboo sex storyHe got down on his hands and knees causing me to do the same in order to have the right angle in which to service him. The thin black man reached back with one hand holding me by the back of my head as my tongue probed his smelly hole. Suddenly I could feel hands on my hips and fingers greasing my exposed asshole. I realized the fat man was readying me for his cock which I had never even seen yet. I prayed he was not too big. I continued to rim the thin man’s asshole jerking his dick toward the floor as the fat man’s cock began to push against my little hole. As it jabbed its way in I cried out at the initial pain now realizing that he was indeed quite thick. He pushed it in another few inches and then withdrew plunging it in again without warning. I screamed as he continued ramming me with his thick black cock. The thin man turned around somewhat annoyed that I had been distracted from my service to him and got on his knees with his cock in my face. “Suck it bitch,” he demanded. “Yeah suck him while I fuck ya,” yelled the fat guy as he jammed his cock deep into my ass. I took the long hard cock before me into my mouth. Each time the fat man rammed me from behind the cock in my mouth plunged down my throat. Impaled at both ends I was helpless to control either of them. I choked and moaned as they relentlessly fucked me for what seemed like hours. Finally the cock in my mouth jerked as the thin man grunted releasing gobs of hot cum down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. He left his spent cock in my mouth for a few moments as the fat man continued to savagely fuck my ass. As the once rigid pole began to wilt he slipped it out allowing me to now cry out loud as the thick cock rammed me from behind. Suddenly his grunts became louder and more frequent as he began to reach his own orgasm. “Cum baby!” I screamed praying for the vicious fucking to end. He made three quick final thrusts and exploded filling my ass with his hot cum. He immediately fell back dislodging himself from my rectum and I instinctively looked back at him. He laid there on the floor recovering with a satisfied, amused look on his face as he watched a river of his cum flow from my gaping hole. I then looked over at my boyfriend who had watched the whole thing from the chair by the window. He seemed pleased by what he had seen. That seemed to make what I had had to do worth it somehow. I was glad that he was pleased. I turned toward him and crawled on my hands and knees past the satiated fat man towards where my boyfriend sat. As I approached him he smiled at me and took hold of the beautiful manhood that hung between his muscular thighs holding it out inviting me to take it. I crawled up between his strong legs and kissed the underside of the thick shaft as he held it up for me. As I licked up the shaft I gazed into his eyes lovingly happy to be finally feeling his gorgeous body close to me. “Do me little whore” he said as he moved his hard butt to the edge of the chair. Desperate to please him the harsh words in no way deterred my enthusiasm. I licked him all over, his balls, pubic area down to his asshole. He raised his legs to his chest opening his little hole for me and I jabbed my tongue in as far as I could and ate him out. I was so excited – I couldn’t get my tongue in far enough to appease my craving. I licked and sucked his tight hole for a minute or so until he dropped his legs back to the floor preventing me from continuing. I immediately took hold of his hardening cock and kissed and licked my way to the bulbous head before taking it into my mouth. I passionately sucked, licked and kissed his beautiful black cock. In my mind I was making love, not just sucking cock. I never wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted him to take me completely – to fuck me. Finally I could take it no more and shamefully begged him to fuck me. At first he didn’t reply, rather just sat there with an amused expression. “Please” I asked again as I gazed up at him. “Please fuck me,” I repeated somewhat embarrassed now realizing how desperate I sounded. He got up and stepped over me, his cock rubbing across my face as he did. I stood and began to turn towards him, but he stopped me and bent me over the chair with my hands gripping the armrests. He placed the huge head of his cock on my still wide open hole and pressed it in a few inches as I excitedly wiggled my ass invitingly. I winced at the initial penetration, but the pain subsided quickly do to the lubrication of the fat man’s cum. “Fuck me” I pleaded not caring if he hurt me. He pumped into me slowly at first and then fed more and more of his horse cock into my hole as his pace quickened. His cock felt so good in my ass I began to jerk on my little sissy dick excitedly. I screamed in pain and ecstasy as he plunged his huge cock deep into my hungry hole filling it completely. He pounded away at my defenseless little hole as I supported myself with one hand and jerked wildly at my rock hard dick with the other. Suddenly his hot cum jetted deep into my ass sending me into my own orgasm my cum splattering onto the seat cushion. When he pulled out I fell to my knees exhausted overcome by both what he had done to me and my own orgasm. I laid there a few moments and then looked up to see him getting dressed. The others were already dressed and were walking out the door. When they had gone I asked him if I could see him again. “Maybe” is all he said. When he had finished dressing he too left. I just knelt there on the floor foolishly thinking that he would return as I heard the engine start and the car pull away. I was ashamed of how I had let them use me. It made me feel like such a whore. I still wanted him though and I knew I would let him use me again if I had the chance. Just as I was about to get ready to leave there was a knock on the door. Startled I just stared at the door a few moments wondering who was at the door and too frightened to answer it. Then I thought maybe my boyfriend didn’t leave with the others, maybe he had stayed behind. I got up and went to the door placing my hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it. “Who is it?” I asked timidly through the door. “Open up,” a man’s voice yelled from the other side of the door. He was obviously not my boyfriend, I didn’t recognize the voice at all, but he had a Spanish or Hispanic accent. “Who are you?” I asked nervously. “You better open up now or I’m calling the police — I saw what you were doing in there,” he said sternly. I stood there frozen, suddenly terrified at the truly public humiliation a visit from the police would bring. Things like that make the papers and I couldn’t risk that. I then peeked through the peep hole in the door and saw the Hispanic man who had seen me sucking off my boyfriend. I could guess that he wanted some of the same and figured that was better than getting into trouble. “Oh what the hell,” I sighed as I reached for the door knob again and opened the door as I stepped back peeking around it as he entered. He immediately took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the bed swinging me around causing me to lose my balance and fall on the bed on my back. As soon as I hit the bed I sat back up and saw the two men and the young woman who had watched me dance for my boyfriend and his friends as they entered the room. As I stared up at them in shock they moved forward and stood around me. “You want some more cock baby?” the Hispanic man said laughingly grabbing his crotch.xxx nude erotic photoThe other two men, also Hispanic I think, just stood their leering at me as the woman giggled and stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, I was overwhelmed with fear and embarrassment and just sat there hoping they would not force me to do anything. “Maria wants to see you do it,” announced the older man standing by the woman. “Don’t you,” he laughed as he put his arm around her as she covered her mouth shyly and giggled uncontrollably. As I averted my eyes from Maria’s humiliating gaze I saw that the Hispanic man who had watched me giving head through the window had unbuckled his pants and was now holding his fat cock before me. I looked up at him pleadingly and shook my head in silent refusal hoping that he would not make me do it in front of Maria and the others. “Suck it you little slut — You know you want it” he demanded as he moved closer rubbing the tip against my face making me pull back surprised at the sudden contact. “Please, NO,” I protested as I moved back on the bed my legs now partially dangling off the bed. Suddenly he jumped on top of me crawling over me until I was forced onto my back with his weight on my chest and his cock inches from my lips. Helpless I stared up at him as he rubbed his cock over my clenched lips while the others moved around so they could get a better look. “Lick it bitch,” commanded my captor as he tried to pry my lips apart with his now rigid tool. Realizing I had no choice I relented parting my lips and extending my tongue to the head of his cock as he slapped it again my open lips. Suddenly he moved forward and pushed it against the gap in my lips forcing them to open wide as he jammed his cock deep into my mouth. Supporting himself over me with his hands he fucked my mouth relentlessly as I desperately tried to accommodate his rhythm to avoid choking. As he pummeled my face one of the other men, I didn’t know which at the time raised my legs and jammed his cock into my sore little asshole. I tried to scream as the cock in my ass began to furiously ram me only managing a loud grunt with my mouth filled with cock. They fucked me for what seemed an eternity when finally the cock fucking my mouth released its load far down my throat gagging me for an instant as I by reflex gulped it down. As he pulled his cock out and rolled to the side I could see Maria watching me intently with a glazed look on her face as the older man massaged her ample breasts through her shirt. They watched, mezmerized as the other man, a younger, but ugly man with a rutty face and a few teeth missing, fucked me savagely. Unwilling to look at the horrible man as he abused my burning asshole I stared into Maria’s eyes suddenly feeling a sort of kinship with her as the old man groped her. Up until that moment she had seemed a willing participant, but now she seemed to be submitting to the men as I was. I watched as he opened her shirt and pulled her bra up allowing her large breasts to flop free jiggling as they settled on her chest. She showed no pleasure in her face, just an acceptance, her eyes now gazing sadly toward the floor as he fondled her. I watched the scene before me distracted somewhat from the disgusting man fucking my poor, now gaping asshole. After a few moments he pulled out much to my relief and walked around the bed to where the couple stood leaving me alone on the bed. As he approached she sullenly stripped away her remaining clothes exposing herself fully to us. “Maria, finish me off,” he commanded as he reached for her squeezing her milky white flesh in his dirty hand. . I laid there unable to take my eyes off her as she obediently knelt and took his hard cock, soiled from my ass into her mouth. The old man stepped back and observed her approvingly as he peeled off his pants revealing a somewhat small, but rigid penis amidst a bush of grey pubic hair. As she sucked the dirty cock in her mouth he grabbed fist full of her long hair wrapping it around his cock as he stroked himself. All but forgotten by the trio I laid there on the bed where they had left me stroking my own cock as I watched the spectacle before me. The younger man began thrusting in earnest as his orgasm seemed to be mounting while she struggled to keep up… Then suddenly he grunted loudly as he shot his load down her throat. Moments later as he pulled his wet dick from her tired mouth the old man ejaculated spraying his cum into her hair and over the side of her face. When he was done he let go of her cum drenched hair allowing it to fall matted and wet against her face. She remained kneeling completely nude on the floor, almost expressionless, just gazing at the floor in front of her. I sat there no longer stroking my dick overwhelmed with pity for the poor girl I had moments before found so erotic as she was used by these men. My thoughts were suddenly dismissed as the old man sternly instructed me to kneel beside Maria on the floor. Slowly I crawled off the bed and took a position next to her on the carpet. The men moved in front of us, the young beast of a man stood before me as the old man moved in front of Maria. At first I thought they wanted us to clean there sticky cocks or suck them again, but then to my horror I realized what they were going to do to us. The young man smiled a toothless grin down into my frightened eyes as he began to pee on me. I grimaced shutting my eyes tight as his smelly urine streamed onto my face and hair. I had never felt so humiliated, so degraded as I knelt there submissively while he showered me with his piss. When the stream finally subsided he made me take his dripping cock into my mouth and clean him. As I sucked the last drops of urine from the now flaccid dick I watched as the old man released a torrid of piss onto Maria’s face and cum drenched hair. “Open,” I heard him say and then watched in shock as he aimed the stream directly into her open mouth as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. When he was done she gulped down the last of it and licked the small soft flesh of his dick to his satisfaction. The men dressed and left within moments, probably needing to get back to work before they were missed, leaving Maria and I alone still sitting on the floor covered with piss and cum. I tried to say something to her, but she wouldn’t respond. She got up and went to the bathroom as I got up and sat on the bed. I could hear the water running in the shower as I removed my wet nightie and wig. Desperate to clean up myself I decided to go in and use the sink as she showered figuring modesty was no longer an issue between us. I removed my heels and damp stockings before entering the bathroom. As I washed my face and chest over the basin I watched the figure of the young girl in the shower behind me in the mirror. “She is very beautiful,” I remember thinking at the time making me feel both admiration and jealousy at the same moment. When she got out of the shower she scooped up her clothes and left the bathroom glancing up at me only once with a meek smile seeming somewhat embarrassed. I quickly followed her, “Can you stay with me for a little while?” I asked pathetically. She looked back at me as she pulled on her panties and smiled this time more broadly, “No, must work,” is all she said. I stood there leaning against the bathroom door frame as I watched her finish dressing and leave without another word or glance in my direction. I felt empty as I got into the hot shower and cleansed my body and mind of my ultimate submission. Comments & suggestions to Comment my story please.
My first time playing the role of mommy but I had a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy![F4M] [Script Fill] Mom has the talk with her son [mom/son] [incest] [age] [loving] [hj] [riding] [creampie]
Patricia had studied extra hard this year and she was determined to get away from it all by herself, so she booked a bungalow at Rottnest Island. She took with her some of her favourite books, especially those by Nancy Friday, who gained literary prominence with her explicit books on female fantasies.As Patricia walked down the wharf that warm summer’s day she was aware of the attention she drew, especially as she was wearing some very short shorts and shirt tied at the waist. Her full figure was clear to all, as she chose not to wear a bra due to the hot weather, and coupled with her “holiday mode”, she wanted to feel free of as many encumbrances as possible. She recognised one or two guys from another university’s soccer team walking down the wharf, obviously there on holidays as well. She smiled and waved to them, but kept walking, intent on being alone for a while. She had attended several intervarsity soccer games with one of her male friends and they had often been to social functions afterwards.She was a tall girl, about 5’8″ and fairly slim, although her full bust was a little out of proportion with her slender waist and slim legs. She had chosen to cut her hair short this summer, and the “pixie” style suited her angelic looks. But Patricia was not really that angelic. She would not class herself as promiscuous, but she had a range of lovers since she joined university but was very particular about her private love life. She “chose” only guys she thought were discrete and even then, she went out of her way to avoid flaunting her affairs.But on this occasion she had wanted to get away from her fellow students, and enjoy some private time on her own. She checked in to the accommodation centre, bought some food and drink from the supermarket and walked to her villa, overlooking Thomson Bay.After settling in she sat on the balcony with a glass of white wine and surveyed the surroundings. The bay was not yet full of boats, with many moorings not occupied, but the vista of the turquoise waters and white sands was relaxing and calming, and she sighed with contentment.The first few days passed quietly, with Patricia taking some long walks and bicycle rides, supplemented by swimming in the cool waters of the bay in front of her villa. She spent a couple of hours each day reading and writing. Her tan was improving daily and she chose to discretely sunbathe in the nude at Little Parakeet Bay once or twice. Occasionally she would slip off her top while sitting on the balcony, making sure she couldn’t be seen too obviously by passers by on the beach.Sitting there on the balcony one afternoon reading one of her books she was conscious of being aroused by the stories of many women articulating their fantasies. Some fantasies were relatively mild, while others were more extreme, involving quite unconventional behaviour, she thought. She was reading one in particular about a middle-aged professional woman who had confided to her husband that she dreamt of sexually satisfying a group of men, while maximising her own pleasure. Patricia read on, quite entranced by the graphic description of this woman’s fantasy. As she read she was conscious of her own state of arousal, slipping her hands down the front of her shorts and rubbing her pubic region. As her breathing became faster, she stood up and moved into one of the bedrooms, threw off her blouse and her shorts, before laying on the bed on her back while continuing to masturbate. Her eyes were closed as she thought of the story she had just read, and her mind was also thinking of how she would feel, with a large group of men to satisfy her. The combination of her erotic thoughts and her vigorous fingering of herself brought her to a sharp climax and she cried out involuntarily, her breath still coming in short gasps. As she lay there regaining her breath, a gentle breeze wafted in through the window, cooling her sweating body. Her mind was still on the fantasy she had read and a plan started to take shape in her mind…That evening she wandered into the settlement for a cappuccino, and she sat reading for a while at the cafe, before deciding to buy some more wine. She was surprised to meet up with one of the soccer players from her own university’s team, a nice guy called Gerry, who was staying at Rottnest with a group of his friends. He quickly invited her to a barbecue at his villa that evening, which she readily accepted.The evening was warm, an easterly breeze still blowing, but the atmosphere was relaxed and friendly as they sat and talked around the barbecue. A couple of the other guys already had girlfriends with them, but they were staying in another part of the island. Gerry and Patricia were enjoying each other’s company and they were soon flirting and joking with each other. Gerry then asked Patricia about the book she was holding, and she boldly passed it to him.He opened it where she had placed a bookmark and he started reading. She looked at him over her drink, noticing his reactions. After a few minutes he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself in his shorts. It was clear he too was aroused by what he had read.“Can you identify with this, Cath?” he asked, “or is it just some holiday reading?”“Yes, and yes” she said, not believing her own voice. Her heart was pounding as he leaned forward and said with a conspiratorial whisper, while squeezing her hand, “OK” he said, with a pause, “what if I come around later with a few other, well, ….willing participants?”She thought for a moment or two before saying to Gerry, “Come with me and I’ll explain something first”. They walked away from the others before she turned and said, “I wouldn’t normally be in this but….yes, and here are my conditions.” She noticed Gerry swallowed but remained attentive, like a keen student listening to his teacher.“Work out among yourselves who goes when. No repeat visits, and everyone wears a condom. Except you, who I know. And get some KY jelly just in case. And no kissing or slobbering. This is something purely physical, OK? I don’t want anyone to try to chase me up afterwards – in fact, I’ll probably be changing accommodation tomorrow, got that?”Patricia then said “Are you OK, Gerry?! You look a little stunned.”Gathering his wits, Gerry replied with a gulp, “No, I’m fine – and I agree with the rules.”She stood up suddenly, picking up the book. With a wink, she excused herself and said over her shoulder, “see you a bit later then….all of you….”Hurrying home in the moonlight, Patricia could barely believe in her own courage. She had to admit she was feeling quite horny and in need of some intimate company but just how much she wasn’t sure. After she got home, she showered and dressed in a sarong, then sat on the balcony, sipping her wine.A knock on the door about 11pm told her that Gerry had arrived, and she went and opened the door. In the darkness she saw a group of men, obviously the other soccer players staying on the island. She could see at least ten figures in the dim light and she invited them in. She whispered something to Gerry who kissed her briefly, before she left and returned to her bedroom.She spread a beach towel on the bed and opened the window, allowing the moonlight to flood the room. She then slipped off the sarong, then lay down on the bed. In less than a minute, the door opened and a figure entered. He undressed, before joining Patricia on the double bed. She didn’t recognise him but she could see he was already hard, and her hands reached down and held his manhood, and felt the silky condom. His hands floated over her body, while he nuzzled her neck and breasts. She found the anonymity was stimulating her and she could feel herself getting damp in her crotch. She pulled him onto her and he easily slipped inside her, his slow thrusting just what she had wanted. No need for KY lubricant here. He took his weight on his hands, allowing himself the view of her body beneath him, and he looked down to see his shaft disappearing repeatedly into her wet cunt lips, her generous pubic hair arousing him even further. She could feel him swell inside her and she pulled his hips towards her. His thrusting grew faster before he jerked his hips into her suddenly, jetting a burst of his warm cum inside her. He regained his breath before climbing off her and cupping the full condom in his hands he left the room.Within seconds a new partner entered the room and stripped naked, his cock already hard in anticipation. She took charge and she held her new sexual partner down on his back, and squatted over him. She was still aroused from her previous encounter and eager to get another cock inside her without delay. Holding him vertical she sank onto his covered rod with a low groan, taking him fully inside her. She could feel this was a ribbed condom, adding to the sensations inside her. She placed her hands on his hairless chest, her legs astride his body, as she started lifting and falling on his cock. He was fondling her swaying breasts, enjoying the vision of this beautiful women riding his cock. He enjoyed it so much he felt himself coming within a few minutes and he grasped her waist, lifting his hips as he shot his load. She responded by reaching down and rubbed her own clitoris, sending her over the brink of her own ecstasy. Her pussy was now aflood with her own juices, and as she lifted herself off him, she felt some flow out of her, and down her thighs.As he got up and left the room she felt her body was humming and buzzing, almost as though she was in a continual state of sexual climax. She was surprised at her own appetite and she was already looking forward to lover number three. She knew what she was doing was sexually very adventurous and almost deviant behaviour. But she also knew she was no nymphomaniac. She enjoyed her sex and she was determined to fulfil the fantasy she had discovered she had that day. So far her pussy was holding out well, her own generous supply of juices providing the necessary juices to facilitate smooth entry.The door opened again but this time two guys entered, something she hadn’t bargained for, but was prepared to experience. She was grateful that they were patient and weren’t over-eager, and she lay down while they embraced and fondled her, one concentrating on her breasts while the other was kissing her thighs and stomach. She found that having the two men pay her close attention was turning her on again, so she manoeuvred one onto his back, the other kneeling behind her. She crouched over the guy under her and reaching down she inserted him into her wetness, leaning forward so her rear was pointing backwards. The other guy got the message quickly and applying a generous amount of KY onto his covered tool, approached her buttocks. With her helping hand he inserted the head of his cock into her anus, letting it rest there for a moment while she adjusted herself to take this foreign intruder. The guy behind her could feel her sphincter relax and he slipped his shaft deeper inside her. Beneath her the other guy could feel the second cock through the membrane between the two passages.Patricia felt absolutely stuffed with cock, front and rear, and she groaned in appreciation and pleasure. She was now leaning forward, her breasts rolling and swinging onto the chest of the guy beneath her, her eyes closed and her mouth open. The guy behind her was now very slowly and gently shafting her lubricated rear passage, his hands clasping her soft round buttocks, the warmth and tightness bringing him closer to an early climax. Beneath her the second guy was enjoying the glorious sight of this woman impaled on his cock, with her lost in her own lust and pleasurable sensations. She came first, the dual pleasures of her front and rear passages being stimulated too much to hold back and she cried out and heaved and rocked, the two cocks now shooting their own jets of semen into their soft and sensitive sacs, with Patricia actually being able to feel the weight of the full condoms inside her.As they slowly withdrew she felt suddenly empty but the sensations continued on for some time, her cunt and anus still warm and swollen from their burst of activity. The two guys got up and left the room, their hands around their cocks, holding the full condoms.Several other guys came and went, shafting Patricia’s now flowing pussy, awash with her own juices and some excess KY lubricant. They let Patricia choose the positions for love-making and she was determined to try out everything she knew and even that which she didn’t know. Patricia was also amazed at how she was able to come to an orgasmic state in such a short space of time, her enthusiasm and strong physical love-making also bringing on the guys climaxes much quicker than she thought.She was lying in a semi-orgasmic state, her cunt still throbbing from her last encounters, her anus loose and wet, when she saw another guy enter the room. Even in the dim light she recognised Gerry, his cock erect and unfettered by a condom.Patricia reached up for him and said with an urgency, “give me your cock and I want to feel you come inside me……now”.Gerry was rock hard, even harder than he thought he could get, when he finally entered Patricia form the rear, as she chose to get the deepest penetration from the one cock she wanted to milk. He was aroused by her sexual appetite and knowing that she had very capably and enthusiastically just fucked ten other men, who had all enjoyed the experience just as much as she obviously had.Patricia was enjoying the slow and slightly different feel of a naked cock deep inside her and decided to make the last encounter more sensual and “romantic”. She moved forward enabling Gerry to withdraw from her before she flipped over onto her back and spread her knees wide and pulled him down onto and into her. Her strength surprised him but he realised that she was just coming to an new sexual peak which had built on all that had gone before. Her cunt was now responding to his cock and she was heaving her hips upwards to maximise his own thrusting.Quicker than even she had wanted she felt her climax coming fast, and even she could not hold back this time, as she shook and shuddered as her body took in Gerry’s eager thrusts. He had also wanted this to go on longer than it did but he felt powerless as she brought him to his own shattering orgasm. On this occasion, Patricia was pleased to feel him spurting his copious amount of white, womb-wetting foam deep inside her. She was thrashing like a woman possessed, her arms like two iron bands around his back. The two bodies were now just intent on getting the maximum carnal pleasures from each other and they continued the slow in-out shafting movement as they climbed down from their plateaus of pleasure.Patricia felt tired but not exhausted, and almost disappointed that Gerry was the last of her lovers that night. Her body had responded with an enthusiasm that even surprised her, her cunt now wet and swollen, but sore from the pounding it had taken that night. It was as though it had decided to perform at its maximum potential, which it had obviously done.Patricia herself was glowing in her new found sexuality. She had discovered something about herself and her own capacity for physical gratification and she liked it. She thought she might feel a little “soiled” after the experience but actually felt a deep longing for a repeat performance at a later date. The fact that she was in control of the situation gave her comfort and she was grateful for Gerry’s understanding and sensitivity.The next day she checked out of the villa and into another bungalow, located in a more remote location. She wanted to reminisce about hr experience – in private. But she allowed herself a wry grin as she picked up Nancy Friday’s “Secret Garden” as she settled onto her new balcony, overlooking the tranquil waters of the bay…****Comments?Feedback?Ladies, gents, if you liked this story please email me – I have 60 more like this one..,asmita sood It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.