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Growing up with Mom

This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 13

The beginning of the end.
When I started writing this I really didn’t think I would get this far before I lost interest and found something better to do with my spare time so I never really gave much thought to how to write this next part. I think I was planning to make it look like it all carried on the same, putting in some of the better sex bits, and then put in a few big quick events to justify the fall of the gangs, and in some ways that is what happened, but it was really a slow decay, most of the next year in my life was devoted to watching it and not trying to stop it. The truth is that without the slow fall I wouldn’t have become the person I am, and it wouldn’t be the right way to tell the story. So the next few chapters are going to be a little bit darker and I little bit harder, hopefully I will still be able to put in the better sex bits.
Most people blamed the beginning of the end on the immigrants, asylum seekers shipped up north and put into the vacant flats on the estate because no one else would live there, they where soon joined by a far few illegals who lived with them. Most where Islamic Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan all pumped out their fair share and despite their internal differences by the time they reach the estate they were all Pakies too us. If the is one thing the poor do well is finding a sub class to hate.
Their kids didn’t want to join our gangs and we sour as hell were not going to give up territory to them, so we treated them badly. Their adults didn’t want to mix with ours so they didn’t try and stop it. And what was more important they didn’t follow the estates rules and that made tension. They did help the end come quickly but it was on its way before they became a problem. They were just easy to blame afterwards.
No I put the blame for the beginning of the end, or at least the end as it affected me in one place, with an 18 year old southern girl call Kate. Kate never went to the estate, she didn’t know its name, she knew no one from it, and had no ill will towards us. Her only contact with it would come more than a week later when she met me but still the blame lies with her.
Kate wasn’t good looking but that is not to say she was ugly, she was in a middle ground that quit a few girls fall into and convince themselves they are hideous, most girls are attractive in some way you just have to find a guy who has kinks that way. She was a brunette which she hated, her boobs where too big for her body but I have never heard a guy complain about that, her teeth where just a little too big for her mouth and she had a thin nose which made her look smug all the time but she had great skin and she loved her arse even if I did find it a little flat.
It started on a Friday night, it was the last day of Fresher’s week at Liverpool University which puts it at my second week of term. Kate was a Fresher at Liverpool that year, she had been raised a good girl in a posh southern suburb, had gone to a private school, had gone to church on a Sunday, she had never done anything bad other than to lose her virginity to a boy she “truly Loved” back home and as such had come to University and her first taste of freedom with the soul purpose of being bad. She was determined to try new things and over the last week she had tried as many as she could think of, she had got drunk off her face most nights and had had sex with 5 different boys in the last week, one of which must have been 30 and two one after the other against a wall in the street, she had tried weed and had taken an Ecstasy pill, she had even made out with a girl from her halls.
So this new Kate had jumped at the chance to go out Friday night with some second years from her course. They had taken out a dozen girls from first year to show them the town. Kate had gone down on one of the lads in a club bathroom, even swallowed, which was fine until he told everyone as soon as they “came” out. One of the second year girls had cornered her after and told her he was her man, she had twisted her nipples hard and told her she would make Kate her bitch if she did it again. The new Kate wasn’t all that sure that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be the girls bitch but it wasn’t to be. With the point made the second year girls made sure to lose Kate the next time the change clubs but even that was ok.
As often happens to young, drunk girls who is not very attractive but nice enough, she was picked up by a group of guy. Things could have gone bad for her again as they went to more clubs and got drunker as the guy where starting to talk about taking this posh slut back home and tying her down so they could take turns with her. The new her pretended not to overhear as she was tempted to let them, until they started to talk about things they could put in her, which not only included a 14 year old girl who live down the street but one of the men’s dog she bailed the next chance she got.
But when one is young and at a University in Liverpool a night out can’t end there, a night out must end in The Razz, this is not whole true, you can go home anytime, but lots of people seem to end up there. The Razz was a real dive of a night club and we had some pretty bad one back home. The upstairs wasn’t so bad but the basement dance floor was truly terrible. It was cheap to get in, had cheap drinks, bad music and slutty girls so students love it. No one went there sober, no one headed out of a night to go The Razz but somehow, some way they found themselves there.
Kate found herself there, all dressed up, in her most slutty clothes, drunk, alone and looking for fun. The fun she found was named Robby. Robby was a parasite, he used his good looks and his charm to convinces impressionable, emotional, damaged girls he loved them and then he used them up. They would buy him things, lend him money that he never paid back, most of which went into an ever present hole of his gambling debts, he would steal from them, separate them from their friends and he would violate them. He would come up with way to humiliated, degrade and damage them sexually and convince them they liked it and they would look passed it all because they LOVED him. When they ran out of things to give he would move on and if they got wise t him before he was done with them he got mean.
Robby had heard of the estate but he never listened when he was told otherwise he wouldn’t have done what he was about to do. He was almost done with his last girlfriend, he had done things to her that a monster like me found disturbing even among the gangs we had some standards. He had taken her in every way he knew, stripped her of everything she was, he had sold time with her body to his friend and when they would no longer pay he had passed her around for free, a night with her had paid off half his debts and her pussy and paid his rent. He had almost had her fuck his lecturer so he could pass a course but he liked being in second year, this would be his fourth time, just being kept his parents off his back. He had given her to the lecturer anyway in the end. He hit her all the time, told her it was her fault and she believed him, she loved him.
All it would have taken was one phone call and he would never have touched her again but she never made it. So now Robby was done with her but that didn’t mean he would let her go, not till he found a new girl to make his whore. He loved Freshers so young and naive and willing to please, most don’t even know what a real relationship was like and it was so easy to make them see it his way. Kate had prey written all over her and Robby moved in to take his go.
It cost him too drinks to get her to make out with him, less than £5 for a kiss and it didn’t cost him any more to get her on the dance floor, without the thin fabric of her panties the dance would have been classed as third base. She was so drunk that he didn’t need his charm or his looks to get her to go the toilets with him, he was half worried she would pass out because it is no fun if she doesn’t know. He pushed her into a cubical in front of him.
He pulled off her top and broke the hooks on her bra getting it off. He liked her breast, he knew guys who would pay big to play with them if this worked out. He ran his hand up her leg and beneath her skirt taking a tight grip on her panties. He didn’t try to pull them down but pull them out, giving two sharp tugs until there was the tearing sound of the seams going, Kate gave out a little squeak as they did. He pulled the tatter pieces of fabric from her, dragging it between her legs over her pussy lips. He forced them into her face and had her smell herself on them before dropping them to the floor.
Robby spun her around and bent her outs so that her body was over the toilet, her face and cheat pressed hard into the graffiti covered wall. Robby pushed her skirt up over her arse exposing her pussy, Kate wasn’t all that wet, he had to push hard to penetrate her deeply, he knew that he had hurt her but he didn’t care, it was best to be rough the first time. She would know what she was in for and get used to it or just be some slut he fucked once. He took her hard and fast, reaching around with his hand too twist, pinch and pull her nipples painfully. Even with the pain this new slut was getting wet and hot, her body responding. He was pounding her to hard of to get breath to moan so she just grunted with each thrust.
He wasn’t going to last long at this pace so he moved one of his hands down to Kate’s clit. He didn’t care about her pleasure but wanted her to cum for two reasons firstly if she came she was more likely to come back for more and more importantly for a girl to feel truly violated, truly degraded, her body had to enjoy it even as her soul felt dirty. He knew how to use his hands, forcing a girl to cum was one of his specialties, if this slut became his he would send a night with her tied up and do it until she promised to do anything if he would stop. She had a forced, dirty climax. When the old Kate came back she would cry about it and feel used of a long time but the new Kate was too far gone to care.
Robby didn’t want to cum in the slut cunt, she hadn’t earned that yet. So he span her, forcing her to her knees and shot his loan into her mouth, he made sure to pull out before he had done getting it on her face and chest. He leaned down grabbing a handful of her hair “You mine now” he spat at her. Kate just nodded dumbly. It was in this state that he led her out of the toilets, hair a mess, her skirt still pulled up showing off half of her arse, no bra, no panties, and bits of his cum face. Even then it could have all been ok but another girl saw him with her then and that girl talked and soon people would know.
Two days later the girl who knew the estate, a girl who was born there and with luck and hard work had made it all the way to University, even if it was paid for with drug money, a girl who up until two nights ago had been convinced Robby loved her, that is why she let him do those things to her, A girl who had spent all summer working in Liverpool just to be near him ran herself a bath. She had cried a lot over the last days, she had taken the drugs to stop crying but they made it worse. She hated herself because of what she had done for him, she hated herself more because she would do anything to have him back.
She wasn’t going to leave a note, the people that needed to know why she had done it would know, she had wrote it all down in a diary, everything and she had just mail it and the dog collar he had made her wear to the one person that would understand. She knew this wouldn’t be the end, Robby did not know what hell he had invited. She slipped into the hot water, trying to let it clean the dirt off her skin but it would never come off. She picked up the blade and pressed it into her skin, it took her 4 tries before she cut deep enough and the blood started to flow, she tried to do the other arm but her finger wouldn’t work. She started to feel sleepy… she started to drift off to sleep…
Her name was Lisa. She was found later that night by her roommate, she had told Lisa what was being said about Robby, she had thought she was helping and blamed herself for it. She was a nice girl and didn’t deserve that kind of gilt but I am not sure if Lisa didn’t plan it that way. She called the police because that is what normal people did and they came and did their thing. They were more interested as to where she had gotten the drugs than by the suicide. When they rung the police around out way to get someone to tell the family they were certainly more interested in the drugs. Lisa was Lacy’s older sister, it was his drugs money, the money coming off the corner that paid for her education. A real reason to ask an estate gang member about drugs was not something to pass up.
A lad came running down towards the corner Monday afternoon “Rave there are pigs at Lacy’s flat, what do we do?”
I sent a lad to find Lacy, I knew where he was, I knew the flat he shot up in so I sent him there and I walk to Lacy home. If the police where on the estate they had a good reason to be here and I was going to find out what is was. It was the first time I had been to Lacy’s flat, despite his growing habit and me running his corner he worked hard to keep his family away from the gang. He had done a good job because his front door was open by a girl I knew.
Her name was Charlotte, she was in my form, she didn’t talk much and I had never gave her a second look, now that I did she was quite pretty in a child like way, very petite with a mass of uncontrollable blonde hair and big, sad, blue eye. I was shocked to see her there, I should have known if she was related to Lacy but I didn’t and if she was why hadn’t she joined up by now. All of these questions could wait as there was a police car outside.
“Hi I am Rav…”
“I know who you are, I know what you do” she cut me off coldly “Get my brother here now.”
“I have sent someone to get him, can I come in and wait?”
“They are not here for him, you don’t have to act as a buffer just get him here NOW!” she slammed the door on me. It was the first time I had heard Charlotte say more than two words and I liked her from then on. I found Lacy quickly and hustled him home, he was relatively clean. I forced my way through the door after him, I wanted to know what was going in. His mummy was crying, as the police told the story again of Lisa being found dead, how she killed herself, the where two PC and a young detective, he worried me. Charlotte didn’t cry but Lacy did, I would have to keep him out of sight if he kept it up, dead sister or not it was a show of weakness.
It would have gone ok but the detective brought up the subject of the drugs, how could she have got them, did they know anyone who could have sold them too her. His thinly valid accusation got Lacy mad, that was good so I let it go a bit far. I watched him lose his temper, I was big enough now to stop him from doing anything but the police left quickly. I really didn’t like the look the detective gave us as he left, pigs should be scared of us here.
That would have been that, her family would have been sad, but it would have really touch me but for the package Lisa had sent. I was summoned to the YMCA that Friday by Bex, I walked past the typical seen of depravity that was the lower room on a Friday night without even looking. The upstairs was empty as I walked down the hall, the room at the end looked like a bomb had hit it. The tables and chairs had been smashed, the porcelain that was still on the walls was broken, and the rest of it was scatted across the room. From the way he was pacing you could tell that the bomb was called Bob. I didn’t look at anyone in the room but walked over to him, it was our job to watch out for each other and seeing him like this was rare. I place my forehead gently on his and held him there, if he wanted he could have move, he could have ripped me to pieces but he didn’t he was close enough to come back, I looked deep into his eyes as he forced calm on himself with ragged breaths. I turned to look at the room, Lacy was sunk down in one corner his knees pulled up to his chest, Cain had a cut above his left eye from his own attempt to calm Bob down, Bex was white not used to her brother losing control.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked. So they told me, Bex had got a package from Lisa. Lisa had dated Bob back in the day and even if it didn’t work out Bob had loved her but she had got real close to Bex, they were like sister before Lisa had left for a better world and Bex had fallen out with her over it. She had sent Bex her diary believing Bex would be the only one to understand. Bex had read it, the last six months had shocked her, had made her anger, the writing of the last two days had made her cry. I have read the diary, and the last two days where truly bad. That is why we were here to hear the story.
Bob had loved the girl and had taken it badly “He slaved her out” was all he kept saying over and over.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked. Bex passed me the diary, on top was a photo of Lisa sitting next to a man who was looking away from the camera.
“That is Robby” she said “you are going to Liverpool, you are going to find him.” I looked at Cain half excited, was this going to be my first kill. He shook his head ever so slightly.
“Lacy wants to have a word with him about the miss treatment of his sister, you are to take him not kill him. Take Tazz with you, Mark will look after Lacy corner while you are away” He said. I nodded and started planning, I would need help so as well as Tazz I would take Mike, I would like PayDay but we needed to leave some people on the corner.
Killing someone is easy, all you need is some time with the person, hell you don’t have to be alone if you don’t have to be alone if you will risk it. Taking someone whole and not getting court doing it is hard, especially in a town you don’t know, when you are trying to control a drug addict who wants it now. You need a place you can control to take someone , picking them off the street has to many risks and you need time to plan. Finding Robby was easy, we had his name and all it took was sweat talking a secretary to get his timetable. I sat outside his lectures until I saw someone that matched the photo and then we followed him.
I followed him for 4 days on and off, I learned a lot about him, and what I learnt made me sick. Most things he did looked innocent but I had read Lisa diary by this point, I knew what kind of person he was. I watched using people in small ways. He owed a lot of money to people that I wouldn’t owe money to for any reason, which was good as they would be the first to be looked at by the police. It took me a day to work out the only place we could take him was his flat but getting him there was the hard bit, he was so erratic it was hard to plan.
This was where we met Kate, Robby had her bad, he spent most of his nights with her, had her do things slutty in public, humiliated her on more than once while I watched. I needed him in one place and Kate was going to put him there. I had taken a student ID off a lad the first day by bumping into him, I had given him back the rest of his wallet so he would just think he had lost it. I used it to get into the library after Kate that Friday morning, I walked up behind her and grabbed her arm.
“We need to talk” I said with a grin “You scream and I will hurt you.” She didn’t scream, she didn’t fight, and I think Robby had broken her of that. I took her to the stacks, the where places down there that didn’t get used more than twice a year, books that never got read, the place was full of places to have a quite chat. I forced the diary into her hands and commanded her to read, it took her the best part of an hour and a half to finish, and she was white by the end, shaking. She told me her story, crying all the time, she told me everything Robby had had her do over the last 2 weeks, how dirty she felt. She told me she would break it off, never see him again, for what he had done to her and to Lisa. She just wanted to go back to being the old her again, she hated who she was, and I could sympathise with that but it wouldn’t help me.
I told her that Robby would get his but I needed him at his flat tonight and she was going to get him there, it was a risk but I was tired of Liverpool, I wanted to get home. She didn’t need much to agree, she hated him now, he had used her like so many girls before. So I left her and went to wait of Robby to come home. We had been smashing shop front windows with silent alarms near Robby’s Flat for the last four nights, the fastest police response time was 8 minutes, which was more than enough if some call 999. The compound was made up of two L shaped buildings with two entrances, a security guard had a hut at one end and a CCTV camera coved the other entrance so he could watch both, or it would have if we hadn’t taken it off the wall two nights ago and it hadn’t been replaced so we could come and go as we liked.
I watched him go in with Kate from a van across the road, Mike had stolen it yesterday, I gave a slow ten count before getting out. Tazz and I crossed the road towards the block. The front door was quite and complicated lock, it would have taken me 5 or 10 minutes to pick but I had taken a set of keys off a lad leaving earlier that night. I had my bat held flat against my arm, waiting for the lift seemed to take forever but once on it we reached the floor in no time.
We slid our hoods into place, I pulled a bandana up over my nose and mouth. I stood just to the side of the door and let the bat slip down my arm until my fingers gripped the Knob on the end, I pulled it up until my other hand gripped it a few inches from the other end then I swung it like a ram. The trick is to aim just below the lock in order to get the best leverage. The lock was ripped from the wall sending the door crashing inwards. Tazz went first, I followed, one of Robby’s flat mates was pushed over a coach as we pushed in. I pointed the bat at him like a sword, I had read the diary and this guy where little better than he was, I was deeply tempted to hit him but that was why we were here. “Stay the fuck down, we are only here for what is owned” I hear myself yell but I don’t remember thinking it.
The door to his room came off with a kick, it wasn’t even close to the one at the front. He was standing there in just his pants, Kate was naked on the bed, he had been working fast. I hooked the end of the bat into his stomach making him double over, I drove the handle into his neck pinning him to the wall, and I pulled the picture from my pocket and held it up. I didn’t look at it, ever line was burned into my mind but some things had to be done. I threw him to Tazz who dragged him from the room, I looked at Kate taking in her nakedness with a smile under my mask “You look good, next time don’t get drunk and pick a jerk like him, and you might want give us a few minutes before calling the police. Oh and tell them we asked about money” I said as I left the room, the flatmate was still on the floor where we had left him. We took the stairs down, Robby begin he was paid up all the way.
Mike swung the van around and met us coming out, we threw Robby in the back and he promised us everything to let him go, he even promised us Kate. We head of an run down industrial estate on the outskirts, one run down warehouse in a sea of run down warehouse around Liverpool, I am not sure I could find it any more. Mike stayed in the van, god I wish I had, and we dragged him inside. Lacy was high, he was always high now and he had set up tools. I was bad, I did bad things, I got hurting people for information or as punishment, I got that sometimes in that world people have to die, but what Lacy did that night… well I still have dreams about it. He got Robby’s story out of him, one scream at a time, everything he had done to anyone he could think off. For the first 15 minutes I thought he would kill him, for the next I swore he would kill him, for the last I hope he would kill him. I member the screams, but I didn’t turn away, I watch it all. Robby was scum but no one deserved that, he would be using his looks to get things any more.
Lacy was done with him and he told us to take him to a hospital, he wanted him to live with it. We dragged the barely breathing, bloody mess that had been Robby to the van. I carried him into an A and E and dropped that piece of flesh on the floor. A young nurse ran up a look of horror on her face.
“What did he do?” she asked. I looked over my shoulder feeling cold and dead.
“He cheated” and I ran back to the van.
We burnt it on a piece of waste ground, I like fire, if it wasn’t for the whole set of other problems I would say I was a pyromaniac, but watching the flames gave my on emotional release this time, I move closer as the full tank blew, I pull the blood cover hoody off and threw it into the flames, the heat was intense I could feel the hairs on my arms and chest fizz and melt and still nothing. I began to move closer, I don’t know what I would have done if Tazz hadn’t grabbed my arm and pull me to the car.
We drove home in silence, Lacy had used again and was too stoned, Mike had heard the screams and seen the mess we had pulled out and Tazz and I had seen too much. We got home later and left Mike to burn out this car, I walked to the flat, Faye was asleep, I didn’t wake her, I didn’t try to sleep, I just sat on the end of the bed starring at the wall.

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Hijabi Slut Anam

Hijabi slut Anam had a special talent, a dirty secret, her naughty passion hiding under her colourful headscarf – she loved giving blowjobs. Anam was about 5’6” tall, light skinned Pakistani with full lips and big eyes and a mole on her face, she wore her Hijab and colourful Asian clothes. She didn’t hold back in her naughty secret, she loved pleasuring cock and would always swallow the cum, though she also gave titjobs and handjobs, she loved the sensation of the guy making a slimy, sticky mess all over her hands. There was, however, a twist to Anam’s ‘hobby’ – she only did it for white, Christian men.
She would often suck, toss and tittyfuck English boys with or without her headscarf on, depending on what they prefferred, and would put her full lips to good effect making out with them and grinding against them in her flourescent Asian attire. Recently, however, she met the guy who from now on she would ONLY do what she loves with, Keith.
Keith hated Asians and was a typical infidel boy who would make racist remarks to Anam. The remarks and his obvious hate of Pakistanis and Muslims only made him more forbidden to her, only making her hotter for him. She was so hot for him she let him do extra things to her – like letting him shoot his load on her face or, sometimes, all over her headscarf.
Last night, Anam treated Keith to a glorious site. The site of a traditional Muslim, Hijab wearing woman, a babe, looking back at her western, infidel man and opening her mouth for him to find it full to the brim of his hot, sticky cum. She then smiled and swirled his thick cum around her mouth and over her teeth in front of him, driving him crazy, before she swallowed the lot and gave him a beaming smile. It was the ultimate sign of victory, the ultimate sign of western superiority, and, for Anam, the ultimate taste of western superiority, which got her so hooked. Anam loved the taste of Keith’s cum and knew how to get the maximum out of him, sitting on the bed on top of him in her headscarf, his already throbbing cock in his hand teasing him. Showing her skimpy green thong under her Asian clothes, telling him how one day he’d see that thong on his bedroom floor, that as she is a ‘Paki’ in this country and that swallowing white cum, aswell as tasting great, gave her better skin and grew her tits 2 cup sizes in a few months, that it’s only fair her round, soft Muslim boobs were preserved for Christian men. That it was only fair that an English boy took her virginity. She told him that she knows her place as a Muslim woman – serving western men, making that big, throbbing, uncut cock feel good, satisfying infidel men. Then she began telling him how she cant wait until the day they start shagging, that the two of them will be like bunnys. When she saw Keith was as wound up as he could be, she turned around, put his cock in her mouth with two hands on his long shaft and began sucking ferociously until he sprayed shot after shot of hot fresh cum in her mouth as she milked it for all it’s worth, stroking his shaft whilst sucking the head.
A few weeks past and Anam and Keith continued to do what they were doing, with Anam regularly sucking and tossing Keith off, swallowing heaps of his cum as well as having sevral loads of fresh spunk splattered all over her pretty face. She was convinced that cum gave her better skin, hair and boobs, and so Keith would ‘generously’ ejaculate in her mouth at least twice a day. Anam planned to move out of her strict house and began taking the pill in preparation for the inevitable – the day they start fucking, and that day came.
That day Anam was all over Keith in the friends house where he was staying, regardless of all the people there she couldn’t help but to be all over him and promiscous, sitting on his lap facing him on the sofa, still in her tightly worn headscarf and traditional Asian clothes. Keith talked her into having a sip of his beer before asking her how it tastes, to which she replied ”It’s nice, but there’s something else you been giving me that’s even more forbidden that tastes even nicer, somethin’ sweet and creamy” referring to his cum. They then shared a quick, lustful kiss before linking hands and flirting playfully, Keith then moved his hands down and began to squeeze her ass before she then looked at him and told him ”A cant wait to shag ya” as they then shared several quick, lustful kisses.
Finally the time came and Keith led Anam hand-in-hand upstairs to the bedroom, when they got their they locked the door behind them and began to make out whilst taking their clothes off. Once Keith was fully naked he lay back on the bed and Anam climbed on top of him, first removing her headscarf to release her dark, shiny, silky hair which ran down to her waist.she then took off her top to reveal a delightful pair of 32d breasts, Keith wasted no time in taking a firm grip on them, lightly pinching the nipple before rapping his hands around then as Anam smiled and purred as her Muslim treasure chest fell into infidel hands. They were a perfect round shape with light pink areolas and prominent pink nipples. Anam then revealed that green thong and said to Keith ”told ya you’d see this on ya bedroom floor” before slipping them off, playfully showing them to Keith and then throwing them over her shoulder, she then then slipped Keith’s big throbbing cock into her tight pussy, letting out a series of soft groans. She began to ride slowly before speeding up whilst Keith squeezed her tits and pinched her rock hard nipples. It soon became too much for anam as she became mesmorised by the sensation of Keith’s big, hard, uncut white dick sliding in and out of her tight Asian pussy, running her hands through her hair and panting as she experienced multiple orgasms from Keith’s cock rubbing in and out of her. The sound of the bed squeeking and banging against the wall and Anam moaning atop Keith’s cock could be heard downstairs, outside and next door, much to the amusement of Keith’s friends.
Weeks past and Anam and Keith continued where they left off that night. The two had fucked since almost constantly. The two were, as Anam promised, like two bunnies. Anam had moved into the room with Keith running away from home. Anam mostly rode Keith, delighting him with the sight of her Muslim boobs bouncing up and down and the soft, clay-like feeling of her big tits in contrast her her rock hard nipples as they fucked hard, but often Keith would lay her on her back and fuck her hard, holding his cock all the way inside her as he cummed. Over these few weeks he shot glob after glob of hot cum in her Muslim pussy…
The more they fucked the hornier they got with each other. Keith’s behaviour got more and more x-rated and Anam revelled in the ‘attention’ from Keith. She still wore her traditional clothes and headscarf most days, knowing that Keith couldn’t resists her in them, he would always slap and pinch her ass, touch her up, grope her crotch and kiss her in them and always make her sit on his lap, he would also make dirty and disrespectful names and comments to her. She knew he wanted to defile them and it turned her on so bad. Keith saw Anam as nothing but a sex toy, and Anam embraced this role. Keith hated Pakistanis and loved shagging their birds, and Anam was the ultimate jackpot, hot, beautiful, great ass and body, round, full breasts, wore hijab and traditional clothes and came from a respected family. Aswell as regular sex, Anam of course gave Keith plenty of head, always swallowing the cum. Besides this Anam would often toss Keith off. When she did this she would be sitting on top of him in nothing but a thong, her breasts and body in full view for him, wanking him off sometimes with a pair of her knickers rapped round his cock until he stained them with warm sticky cum. Things soon get really x-rated between Anam and Keith, as she started doing even more things, like tittyfucking Keith, and started letting him cum on her face and tits. She would kneel down, sometimes fully clothed in her traditional attire and wait as Keith would blast a fresh load from point blank range at her face, it was a huge turn on for Anam and she would maintain eye contact with Keith even as his hot thick cum made a loud splat on her pretty face. The view of Anam’s rack dripping with sticky white cum was a heavenly site Keith took in time and again as he’d stand up from Anam titty-fucking and spray her chest with thick white cum.
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Sex Joke

What a Shock.

A man was having problems with premature ejaculation so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor what could he do to cure his problem.
In response the doctor said, “When you feel like you are getting ready to ejaculate try startling yourself”.
That same day the man went to the store and bought himself a starter pistol. All excited to try this suggestion out he runs home to his wife. At home his wife is in bed, naked and waiting on her husband. As the two begin, they find themselves in the ’69’ position. The man, moments later, feels the sudden urge to come and fires the starter pistol. The next day, the man went back to the doctor.
The doctor asked, “How did it go?”
The man answered, “Not that well…when I fired the pistol my wife crapped on my face, bit 3 inches off my penis and my mail man came out of the closet naked with his hands in the air!”

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Gene’s Toy

(This story is completely fictional, and any likeness or resemblance to any person or place is completely coincidental. )
The summer going into my freshman year of high school was short lived. Only three weeks after I got out of school, swim practice for the high school team started. I didn’t really mind though, if I wasn’t at swim practice I would have just been working at my dad’s dry cleaning business, and no matter how bad swim practice was, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as pressing and cleaning suits.
The J.V. practice started on an early Monday morning, with about 40 groggy headed kids setting on the bleachers in the pool area listening to names being read off. The groups were separated, for the most part, by the two feeder school in the county, and we were let known quite quickly that out of the 40 of us, the group would be cut in half to make up the team. I laughed quietly to myself when I heard this.
Now I’m by no means a braggart, and I’m pretty shy to boot, but if there is one thing I can do, it is swim. While I didn’t really have the traditional swimmers build like most of the kids there (I am, and always have been, a lithe Asian kid) I was fast…really fast. I was only 4’9, and yet once we began our warm up laps, I finished my first 30 2 full minutes before the next guy.
Long story short I didn’t lose a lap the first day, and I could see the coaches laughing to each other at how mad the other kids were getting. By the time we finished, we were all exhausted and slowly getting changed into our street clothes. I was one of the last kids to finish getting dressed, and as I was putting my clothes into my duffle bag the coach called to see me in his office.
Despite not having done anything wrong, I was still nervous as hell as I walked into the office. To a short, scrawny little Asian kid, he was a monster. While in his 50’s, coach Wilson was one of these older guys who was hitting the weights every day, and at 6’2 to boot, he was an imposing guy.
“Max,” he said gruffly, looking over a clipboard. “We’re not going to need you on the J.V. team this year.” He said it short and quickly, like it made him uncomfortable, but it cut through me like a knife.
“But…wh-why,” I choked out, trying to hold back tears. What had I done? Was I too cocky?
“Because,” he said, “you would be better suited for the varsity team.” My eyes opened widely, mouth slightly opened at what he said. Was he serious? I mean, I was just a freshman. “Practice starts at noon tomorrow, don’t be late.”
“I won’t sir, th-thanks a lot,” was all I could choke out, as I turned out of the small office. I’m pretty sure I smiled the whole bus ride home.
My father works most of the day, being gone before I wake up, and usually not home before I’m asleep. He put’s in some long hours at the dry cleaning place, and then goes to his second job as a janitor for our mall. He was forced to take a second job just to cover the rent on our small apartment, after my mom died in a car crash a few years ago. I tried to stay up that night to let him know about me making the varsity team, but I fell asleep on the couch around 1, and by the time I woke up the next morning he was again already gone.
The bus was running late and by the time I got to the school I was already late. Running through the school, I ran into the coach right outside the locker room.
“Chow, come on, ” he said, heading into the locker room. I followed into the room after him hurriedly, the sound of several guys talking, bouncing off the tile floor and walls.
“Listen up,” coach yelled, silencing the group. “This is Zach Chow, the one I told you about…” he started, going to a speech about the rest of the practice. While the thought of being on the varsity team hadn’t really made me nervous, it was now. The guys in front of me were all at least a solid 5 inches, or more, taller than me, and all staring straight at me, with looks ranging from amused and inquisitive, to those of downright jealousy and skepticism. I shifted my eyes down, to avoid their eyes. I felt like I was standing trial in front of 20 naked judges.
As the coach finished up, he told me to get dressed and in the pool. Most of the guys continued getting dressed while he was speaking, so they followed him out into the pool. I moved and picked a locker on one of the rows, blocked by another. No one was back there, so I opened a locker and began undressing. The locker room was empty or so I thought. Right as I slipped out of my shirt, I heard the door open, and someone enter quickly. On the other end of the row, I saw someone quickly turn down the row, stopping abruptly as he saw me. A light went off in his head as he nodded to me. “You’re the new kid right? The freshman,” he asked picking a locker a couple down from mine.
“Uh yea,” I said slipping out of my pants. He too was quickly undressing.
“That’s pretty impressive dude, not everybody can say that,” he said riffling through his bag, standing only in his boxers. This guy, who at this time I had no idea who he was, was about as different looking from me as you could be. He had to be at least 6’3 maybe more, and was more muscular than the average swimmer, his biceps especially. His head was covered by a shaggy mop of red hair. As he slipped out of his boxers though, and pulled on his speedo, I gasped. Now I had seen plenty of guys naked in the locker room before, but that was middle schoolers, boys. This was no boy. I had no idea how big this guys dick was but, I knew it was much bigger than mine. Unfortunately, I was one of those guys who helped further the stereotype about Asian guy’s dicks. For that reason, I turned my back to him when I pulled on my speedo.
We both finished dressing about the same time, and walked out together. I looked like a toddle next to him. “The name’s Gene by the way,” he said offering me a hand.
“Zach,” I said, taking his hand shake.
Practice went well, except for the fact that some of the guys I beat in laps didn’t take it so well. More than once I got shoved against the side of the pool, or “accidentally” knocked into the pool.
When we finished for the day, I proceeded to my locker, hoping secretly Gene would talk to me. Unfortunately though, he was talking with another guy next to him. This had its up though. While talking, I got to sneak another look at what was hanging between his legs. I was hypnotized.
And that’s how most of my days the first few weeks of summer went. I got on a talking basis with a few other people on the team, and gathered that Gene was not only a swimmer, but he was on the basketball team as well, and was pretty damn good at both. Apparently he had recruitment offers in both sports to some pretty big name schools. He and I had shared a few other conversations since that first day but I spent more time sneaking looks at him naked than we did talking. My whole summer though changed one rainy day in late July.
Practice had ended and as I walked outside, a storm had rolled in. It was coming down hard, and the bus stop was out by the road, without any cover to stand under. I groaned, as I walked out into the rain, my t-shirt and ball shorts did little to keep me dry, and in moments I was drenched to the bone. I reached the bus stop, and as I did, I saw a Mercedes, pull out of the parking lot and onto the road, slowing as it neared me. I apprehensively stepped back as it stopped in front of me and the windows rolled down.
“Aye you need a ride,” came a voice all too familiar.
“No I’m good man, ” I said to him smiling.
“Dude get in the fucking car,” Gene said laughing. I didn’t really need to be told twice, and quickly opened the door and hopped in. “Wow,” I said amazed at the car. It had display screens and wood accents, and leather seats, and a whole lot of things my dad’s old clunker didn’t. “This is a really nice car,” I said, while he just said thanks and shrugged it off.
“Where do you live man, ” he asked. I told him the street, and he said no problem, that he just needed to stop by his house first. I told him it was no problem and kept thanking him for driving me.
He told me when I got in my place was on his way home, but that was obviously not true. We headed in the opposite direction, and slightly out of town, onto a back road through some woods.
I had honestly never seen a house that big. The thing was huge, and I think I made it obvious when we pulled up. He kind of laughed as he got out of the car. “You can come in,” he said, as I noticed I was just setting there awkwardly. I got out of the car, and followed him inside. Amazed at everything I saw.
“Hey do you want a dry shirt or something,” he asked, looking in the fridge.
“Thanks, but I don’t think anything of yours would fit me,” I said laughing a little. He joined in too, tossing me a soda out of the fridge. I opened it and drank it gratefully, not realizing how thirsty I was. I followed him through the house, and to what he told me was his room. I was in disbelief. His “room” was bigger than our whole apartment.
“You can just sit down or whatever,” he said, running to the bathroom connected to his room. He didn’t bother to shut the door, and I could hear him peeing a few feet away. I looked around the big room, in awe of all of it. I stopped though when I came to his desk. Right next to his laptop, on a stack of other magazine, was a porn magazine. My eyes locked on, studying the whole image. Spread over two pages was the image of a girl with her head between the legs of another, her tongue buried deep in the other girls pussy, with her fingers jammed into the girl’s ass hole. Honestly, I had never seen a woman naked before that moment. We didn’t have a computer in my house, so I’d never seen any kind of porn whatsoever. Apparently though, while I was looking at the magazine, I was oblivious to the fact Gene had finished peeing, and was standing behind me.
“That’s good stuff, ain’t it,,” he said. I could hear the smile on his face,
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I said, jumping as he spoke, and trying to back away.
He laughed, “Like what you saw? Here you can have,” he said picking it up and handing it to me.
“Ah… ah no I’m good,” I said backing up a little bit.
“Yea I didn’t think so,” he said tossing the magazine back on the desk, his voice taking a pointedly sharper turn.
“Wha-What,” I asked confused.
“You know you really shouldn’t be so damn obvious when you’re looking at someone’s dick in the locker room.”
“I-I…uh I,” I was scared out of my mind, heart racing. How did he see me?
“So what’s your deal? Never seen one that big? Do I have your little Asian dick beat,” he asked, laughing.
“I need to leave,” I said moving for the door, but he beat me there. With one swipe of his big arms, his hand caught me, and threw me back onto the ground.
“No I don’t think so, I think we both can get something from this.” He locked the door to his room, and stepped towards me, pulling off his shirt and dropping his basketball shorts, reveling he’d gone home commando from practice. There he was. Standing before me…for ME… to look at, and I was hypnotized again. His body was milky white, which contrasted greatly against the tribal tattoo around his left bicep, and left thigh. “Seven inches soft, and about nine hard.”
All this time he was approaching me, and I kept scooting back until I was back against his bed. He stopped when I could scoot back no further, his dick hanging in my face, just inches away from me. I could smell it, a strong manly smell, that can only be described as the smell of dick. And I loved it.
“How many dick’s you sucked fag,” he asked hands by his side, eyes looking down dominantly at me.
I just shook my head. I knew about as little as sex as one person could. That only seemed to excite him though.
“Grab it,” he said, a devilish grin on his face. I hesitated, before slowly moving my hand to grab it in the middle, his dick warm in my hand. “Jack it,” he said, motioning with his hand when a puzzled look came across my face. I awkwardly pulled back and forth, feeling the veins in his dick as I ran my hand up and down his shaft. His dick began getting thicker and thicker as I kept going. “Now lick the head.” MY hand was already slick with the pre cum coming out of his cock head, which was running like a faucet. Relenting, I stuck my tongue out and licked his shiny cock head, the salty taste of pre cum enveloping my tongue. The taste wasn’t that bad though.
“Now you’re going to suck it,” he said, but I wasn’t so sure.
“Gene I-,” my hesitation was cut short as he grabbed my hair roughly with his hand. I yelped out in pain and as I did, he took the opportunity to jam his dick in my mouth. Besides being extremely veiny, it was also quite thick behind the head, stretching my mouth almost as wide as it could go. Slowly he began fucking my mouth, threatening to hit the back of my throat with each thrust.
“You like that bitch,” he said thrusting his hips slowly. “Yea I think you do,” he said laughing and looking down. I didn’t realize it but my dick was hard as a rock, and I was made aware of it when he toyed at it with his foot through my shorts.
He may have started slow, but he didn’t stay like that. Gene grabbed me by the ears and picked up pace, fucking my face relentlessly. My head began to hurt, but I had no idea what was about to happen. He got faster and faster, literally banging my head back against his bed. He kept groaning things like “Oh fuck yea,” and “Get ready you little fag.” Little did I know.
In one swift thrust, Gene slammed all the way into me, his cock sliding down my throat. I panicked as I could no longer breathe. I tried to push back but his weight against me was too much. As I choked in distress, he moaned as his cock erupted down my throat. I could feel his cum hitting the back of my throat, as my face started turning red, and the darker. It felt like It was an eternity before he pulled his cock out, covered in his own jizz, and my spit, and I could gasp for breathe.
I felt light headed as I coughed and gagged, cum spilling out of my mouth and dripping from my nose. My face was wet from tears as I panted heavily on the ground.
“You’re supposed to breath with your nose dumbass,” he said with a laugh as he collapsed on his bed. He looked down at me as I whipped my eyes. “Shit you’re a mess, go clean yourself up,” he said pointing to the bathroom. I nodded sniffling a little bit as I walked to the bathroom and tried to wash my face.
As we rode home in silence, I sat setting in a shirt drenched in my own sweat, spit, and Gene’s cum. I could tell by the look on his face of what he thought of where I lived when we pulled up to my apartment building, but at that time, I had other things I could be embarrassed about. I stepped out of the car, mumbling a “Thanks,” that I sure as hell didn’t mean. I began walking to the door, but stopped as he yelled back at me.
“Next time, learn how to suck a dick, and I won’t have to fuck you so hard,” then driving off.
Next time?
(Too be continued, I’d appreciate any comments and (helpful) criticism, also If you have any suggestions about plot ideas, feel free to shoot me a PM. )

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fun with the new neibours

NEW NEIBOURS,,,,,
A month after we were settled into our new place, Sam and her daughter had moved in next door.Julian,Sams husband would be comming home the following month.He is currently in the marines. Before long Sam and i became friends, and my daughter would babysit for her so we could go hang out on the weekends.Sam was the fiesty type of girl,25 years old, with a husband and daughter, but liked fooling around on the side while her husband was away.
A few times at the bar i noticed sam dancing closer to me, and trying to rub on my body.Just reciently she had asked if i would ever have sex with her, she drinks alot, so i didnt think much of it and just laughed it off.
Today is thursday, which is “Ladies night” at most dance clubs and bars in the city, so we decieded to go out and dance.Sure enough Sam did her usual flirting with other men,but was also rubbing up on me again.I was getting very annoyed with it and left to go use the bathroom.
while standing at the mirror in the bathroom fixing my hair, Sam walked in and approached me from behind.She was so drunk. I told her that i was ready to go.Sam reached around me and cupped my titties in her hands and began rubbing her body against mine.”Stop Sam its time to go!, your drunk”! she agreed to grab her coat and go home. Her man friend for the night, was following us to the house.
It was warm outside and i wore a skirt,and strapless top to the club, and Sam wore short shorts and tank. On the way home Sam kept talking about how horny she was, and when i glanced over at her, i noticed that she had slid her shorts off to one side and was playing with her pussy.
I was so shocked i almost went off the road.The car swerved and Sam started laughing, and said” Do you want me to play with your pussy too”?
Sam slid her free hand over my thigh and then under my skirt spreadding my legs apart forcfully.We almost crashed when she began playing with my clit.
“Stop Sam were almost home!”
We finally made it into the garage and closed the door. She sat up and fixed herself when she rememberd her friend was waiting for her.
She said goodnight but before she opened the car door, she licked the finger that she had used on my pussy, and said”mmmmm you taste good”! Before i went into my house,i made sure her friend helped her to her door. I was ready for a shower!While undressing i noticed how wet my panties were. I realized that even though i was annoyed with Sam, what she did in the car really turned me on.I got into the shower, turned the hot water on and started to rub my clit.It felt so good!I slid a finger inside my soaked hole and fucked my pussy faster until i came hard.
Finally out of the shower and ready for bed,i remembered that Sams husband would be comming home tomorrow.I giggled to myself hoping that she gets her friend out before he comes through the door.
The next morning durring breakfast, there was a knock at the door.It was Sam and and she was standing next to a tall, dark skinned man wearring a Marines uniform.Wow he was georgous! I opend the door and said”This must be Julian”,and then introduced myself.I then realized that i was still in my pajamas,so told them i would come visit with them later in the day.
Around 6pm, after dinner, i decieded to go and chat with Sam and Julian for a while.I knocked on the door, and Julian answered wearring only a towel.I could feel myself getting hot! He told me that his wife isnt home but i could come in and wait for her while he gets dressed.I noticed how his muscular body was dripping wet and shiney.i couldnt keep my eyes off of the buldge in his towel, when i finally looked up at him, he was smiling because he noticed me starring.
I was wearring shorts and a baby doll shirt showing plenty of cleavage.as i walked through the door, i noticed him looking down my shirt.i went over and sat on the couch,then motioned him to come sit with me.
a few minutes into a conversation about his experiance in the Marines, Sam walked through the door.Right away she positioned herself on the other side of me on the couch and ended the conversation we were having.She began talking about how she had just finished sucking someones dick at the park.I was shocked once again,Then turned to look at Julian, they both started laughing.I didnt know what to say or think, so i just sat there waiting for the laughing to end.
Sam then looked at me and asked if i thought her husband was sexy.”Ok this is weird”!, But yes i think hes sexy”!.Sam reached over and pulled the front of my top down exposing my firm tits, and then started playing with my nipples.Julian unwrapped his towel and lowered his head to my chest and began sucking on them.It felt so good, i layed back to enjoy the attention i was getting.When julian was finished with my nipples he slid off the couch and got on his knees infront of me.He began kissing my thighs and then pulled my shorts completely off of me.When he noticed my wetness, he started to lick my cunt through my panties.Sam eased her hand down into my panties and began massaging my clit,still keeping her mouth busy with my tits.When she lifted her head i reached down and began massaging her pussy.My other hand was pushing julians face further into my wet snatch,i felt his tongue deep inside my hole.Within seconds my pussy juice covered julians face.
Sam pushed my hand away and joined her husband licking my sweet cum.
Julian then layed on the floor and instructed his wife to sit on his face.
When she positioned herself,i knelt on the floor and grabbed julians sexy black cock.I spit on the head and began stroking the length, then started licking and sucking on his balls gently.I worked my way to the top and then slid his throbbing dick between my lips and into my warm inviting mouth.
I could hear him moaning while licking sams pussy.I sucked and stroked his cock faster, and then stopped to climb on top of him so i could feel his hot jiz inside of me when he explodes.I rocked back and forth, grinding my tight pussy on julians huge rod.Then finally i heard sam scream,”Im cumming baby!”
I tightend my pussy muscles around julians dick and rode him faster, sending the three of us off the edge at the same time.julians face and cock were covered cunt juice.
After we all caught our breath, we showered, and then i went home.
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MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
THE END
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Holly & Dr Hartley

A gentler story about Dr Hartley and Holly, his new Nurse. (Please forgive any spelling mistakes, I’m an insomniac up very late…)

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RING THE FIRE BELL

When the fire chief retired from his dept. of 25 yrs., the dept. buys him a brass bell. He takes the bell home and tells his wife that if he rings the bell once, he is thinking about sex. If he rings it twice, he’s getting ready. If he rings it three times, here he comes. Well, later that night she hears ding. A few minutes later she hears, ding ding. A few minutes more and she hears. ding ding ding. They go at it for a while when he hears, ding ding ding ding. He asks his wife, “What the hell does that mean?”
She replies,”I need more hose or you have to get closer to the fire!”

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