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Widow Neighbor

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Harry Potter and the Sisters Black chapter 1(full chapter)

Harry awakens with a groan. He feels the back of his head as he looks around the room. The room he’s in looks to be a cell, one steel door, one cot, one chamber pot, and four gray stone walls. He doesn’t feel anything unusual.He thinks to himself. “Ok, let’s try to figure this out. I was at Privet this morning. I went for my normal run. I thought I saw something in an alleyway and went to investigate it. Suddenly, my head exploded in pain.”He reaches into his sleeve, only to find his wand gone. As panic starts to set in, the door creaks open. Harry gets a glimpse of a sliver hand pushing against the door just before a familiar man steps into the cell. “Wormtail!”Just as Harry’s preparing to launch himself at the intruder, the Animagus holds up his silver hand. “Please Harry, don’t make me hurt you.” He scurries forward and grabs Harry’s hand, pressing a small piece of paper into it. “We’re even Harry. I can’t free you, but that’s just as good. You saved my life, and I just saved yours. Please remember that in the future.”In a flash, the balding man is gone and the door closed. Harry looks at the paper, only two words are written on it: Servus secus.”Hmm, sounds like a spell of some sort,” Harry thinks, just before the paper bursts into flames and is incinerated.Suddenly, darkness once again overtakes Harry.When Harry comes to again, he finds himself unable to move his limbs and the room’s suddenly gotten a lot colder.He opens his eyes to find his arms shackled to the cot and himself without of his clothing.A familiar female voice says from the door. “Ah, little Potty’s awake.”Harry looks and in walks Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy.Narcissa’s clipped and cultured voice breaks in. “The Dark Lord wishes to reward Bellatrix and myself for capturing you.” She closes the door. “So we are to do with you as we will for the next two days before he arrives to put you to death.”Both of the women divest themselves of their clothing.”Since you put poor Lucius into Azkaban, I’m afraid that I haven’t been about to get any form of physical relief, so you have two months of frustration to help take care of and my sister just wants to be able to say she shagged the Boy-Who-Died.”With no further warning, Bellatrix walks over and climbs onto the cot. She places on knee on either side of Harry head and lowers her crotch to Harry’s face. “Come now boy, surely you and either that mudblood whore or the daughter of the blood traitors have been fooling around.”Harry’s completely at a loss of what to do as Bellatrix reaches down and pulls his head up to her slit by his hair. He exhales and accidentally brings the tip his tongue into contact with her cunny, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Bellatrix.As Harry contemplates what to do, he feels a hand wrap around his half-erect cock. “Hmm,” says Narcissa. “What a delightful member you have boy. It almost makes me grateful you put my husband away.”Narcissa lowers her head to and takes Harry’s cock into her mouth, a few quick sucks is all it takes to have Harry at full mast. She then quickly straddles Harry and guides him to her waiting entrance.Bellatrix says, “Come on boy, eat my cunt,” as Narcissa starts to bounce on Harry’s dick.He feels his magic start to build up as the pressure in his cock does. He tentatively runs his tongue along Bellatrix’s outer lips. He finds a small nub that causes Bellatrix to gasp every time his tongue comes into contact with it.”I don’t know what those words meant,” Harry thinks, “but it’s my only chance.” Harry suddenly clamps his teeth down on the nub in his mouth, earning a howl of ecstasy from Bellatrix; Harry frees his mouth and roars, “Servus secus!” Harry lets loose his seed as he releases his magic. He can feel the magic leaving his body and entering the two women on top of him.The sisters Black feel the raw magical energy flowing into them, causing Narcissa to come. They can feel their priorities in life changing as the arcane magic does its work.Finally, all three collapse from exhaustion. A few minutes later, the sisters start to regain their senses, such as they now are. They both dress and Bellatrix releases Harry as Narcissa casts an Awakening charm on Harry.”What’s going on,” Harry asks as Bellatrix helps him stand up, allowing Narcissa to transfigure the mattress into clothing for Harry.”We’re getting you out of here master,” is Narcissa’s response.Deciding to let that go for the moment, Harry asks, “Where’s my wand?””It is with the Worm, unfortunately.””We have to get it.”Narcissa looks pensive for a moment before saying, “It won’t be easy, but for you master, we will.”Bellatrix opens the door to find Wormtail waiting outside. He hands a wand to Narcissa, “Here, this is Harry’s, now get out of here.”With that, he transforms and takes off down the hall, Harry considers going after him, but considering all the traitor has done for him so far today, he lets the rat go.Bellatrix asks, “Where shall we go master?”Harry thinks for a second. “To your old home.”Narcissa says, “Malfoy Manor?””No, the home of your family.”Understanding dawns on the ladies faces; Narcissa pulls off her wedding band and casts a quick spell on it. “Please grab on to this master.”All three grab onto the ring and feel a familiar tug behind the navel. They stagger as they land in the entrance hall at number 12 Grimmauld Place, though they manage to keep their feet.All three quickly move to the kitchen to find it deserted. Harry says, “Narcissa, would you please light a fire and see about finding some Floo Powder?””Of course master.”Harry shakes his head as he considers his other traveling companion, “Bellatrix, I hope you don’t mind but would you mind handing over your wand?”To his surprise, Bellatrix holds up her wand handle first, “Of course master, after the trouble I’ve caused you, I understand why you want me unarmed.”Harry takes the wand suspiciously as Narcissa returns with a large clay pot. “Here you go master; it was right where it used to be.”Harry’s head is spinning as he says, “Please call Dumbledore and have him come here quickly. Make sure he knows I want him to come alone.”Harry then sits down in one of the chairs and almost passes out from a combination of magical exhaustion, physical fatigue, and raw shock.A while later, Bellatrix is washing Harry’s forehead with a cool washcloth when the fireplace belches green flame and Albus Dumbledore emerges in the Most Noble House of Black. His wand is instantly on Bellatrix.”Hold on professor,” Harry says quietly. “I think she’s a friend.”The Headmaster walks over to Harry, while keeping his wand trained on a docile Bellatrix. “What’s wrong with him?”Narcissa says, “Nothing serious, I’d imagine, he’s just been through a lot in one day. If you have some Pepper-Up Potion, I think that should take care of most of the problems.”Albus reaches into his robe and produces a small vial. He feeds the contents to Harry and, to his extreme dismay, only a small amount of steam comes out of Harry’s ears. The old man asks, “Feeling better Harry?””Yes sir.””Good, then perhaps we could go to the drawing room and discuss today’s events.”Harry stands up and finds that he’s remarkably stable on his feet. “Let’s sir.”The two move to a small library, with a fireplace and two chairs, escorted by two women.As the men are seated, the women take up flanking positions next to Harry.”If you ladies would kindly leave, there are some sensitive matters I need to discuss with Mr. Potter.”They merely look at Harry, “Why don’t you two go get freshened up and then bring up some refreshments?”They give him a dazzling smile before leaving, as Harry’s eyes track Bellatrix’s bum, a rather naughty thought crosses the teen’s mind.”Thank you Harry, now, would you please explain what’s happened so far today?”Harry gives a very quick over view of the day’s events until he comes to the part where he has his meeting with Wormtail in the cell.”It was weird professor; Peter gave me a piece of paper with two words on it that looked like a spell. I passed out and when I came to, I was naked, tied to the bed. Then Narcissa and Bellatrix came in and well… I don’t think I have to paint you a picture. As they continued, I felt my magic building up. My only real hope was whatever Peter gave me, so, I just focused all my magic into that and since then the ladies have been outright submissive; doing what ever I say, calling me `master’, that kind of thing.”Dumbledore’s face is study in contradictions as he says, “Do you happen to remember what the spell was?””Serve us something.””Servus secus?””That sounds about right.”One emotion finally emerges victorious within Albus Dumbledore. The old mage bursts out laughing. Not a quiet chuckle, not a polite laugh, but a full-fledged belly laugh. Harry stares at Dumbledore until he gets his laughter under control.”Harry please forgive me; but the situation was too much for me.””What situation professor?”Dumbledore looks at Harry for a moment before he blushes. “Again I apologize Harry. I doubt you’ve even been really been able to think since you’re escape, let alone analyze the situation. Why don’t you give me your take on the situation before I explain mine? I just wish to see how much insight you gleamed from what’s happened.””The only thoughts I have professor, is that he was trying to pay off the Wizards Dept he owed me, but he was also trying to make inroads with our side for when Voldemort loses.””Very good Harry, I hadn’t even considered the last part. Allow me to explain my take on this. It would appear to me that Wormtail attempted to pay off his Wizards Dept to you while helping to secure his position with Tom. But he also delivered a rather potent intelligence source to us. This is one of the major weapons we have against the Dark, their greed.”Also Harry, I’m concerned that this could be a new plot by Tom.””How so professor?””How much do you know about the spell you used Harry?””Nothing sir, what’s so special about it?”Dumbledore looks at Harry with concern etched on his face, “Harry, the spell you used is the Sex Slave Curse and it’s the parent of the modern Imperious. It’s not an Unforgivable, or even illegal for only two reasons. The first is that it’s ancient and requires an immense amount of power, until today, I thought there were only two people who could have cast that spell, Tom and myself. The second reason would infuriate Ms. Granger should she ever learn of it. The curse will only work on women, and the Ministry is still mired in what can only be described as chauvinistic tendencies.”Just as Harry opens his mouth, the door opens. He looks over and his jaw goes completely slack. Standing in the door are Bellatrix and Narcissa, but what causes Harry to almost need dental work is that the two are wearing skimpy French maid outfits that have been modified so that they just cover the pink bits. As they approach the men, carrying trays, Harry notes that each of them has a black satin choker on, that appears to be pressing into the flesh, with metal disks directly over the larynx, on them is a shield in Gryffindor colors and has a large `P’ superimposed on it.They place the trays on the table between Harry and Dumbledore. Bellatrix quickly pours out two cups of tea while Narcissa prepares two plates, placing them on the end table next to the chairs as her sister hands the cups to the men. “Is there anything else master?”Harry can barely shake his head and his eyes bug out as they turn to leave, he gets more then a few looks at their naked bums. He looks to the old man sitting across from him, “How?!?””What do you mean Harry?”Harry closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths to calm himself and to help get rid of his body’s reaction to the women. “I was thinking about seeing them in something like that, but I didn’t say anything.””Harry, the curse literally binds their will to yours. You wished to see them in something provocative, I’m guessing, so they took the image you had and, in their wish to please you, took it even further.””Wait a second professor, could they have been trying to bind me to them?”Dumbledore shakes his head. “That’s quite impossible Harry. You see, the curse will only bind a woman to a man, even if a woman performs it, it will be her will that’s bound, not his; thus my comment about chauvinistic tendencies. It was originally created to ensure longevity when marrying a woman from an opposing faction as a way of making peace.””So what can I do about it?””Very little, I’m afraid. I believe Tom’s intent was to seduce you with the possibilities of power he could offer you. I knew Peter well when he was a student; he could not have found the curse on his own. I suspect that Tom made a sacrifice of Bellatrix and Narcissa in the hopes that you would come to him, looking for more sources of pleasure.””`Sources of pleasure’ professor?””Yes my dear boy, it’s called the Sex Slave Curse for a reason, the two women will now do anything you want, including any sexual act you wish. Their loyalty to you is literally fanatical; they will do literally anything for you, even at the cost of their own lives, in a most painful and humiliating manner.””So what do we do now professor?””Well, with you permission, I’d like to question the two women to get as much information as possible from them. Beyond that, it’s up to you. I would hope that you would return to Hogwarts to finish your schooling, but it’s no longer required. I would also ask that you return to the Dursleys household to finish cementing the protections.”Harry closes his eyes and thinks for a second, “If I were to return to the Dursleys, would Bellatrix and Narcissa still be able to do magic?”Dumbledore looks at Harry in surprise, “I’m surprised you’re willing to even discuss the possibilities.””I’ll be honest with you professor…””Please Harry, when we’re alone, call me Albus. Last year I promised to start treating you like an adult and adults will generally address each other by name.””All right prof… Albus; but as I was saying, if the ladies are there, I’m quite sure that the Dursleys will be more then civil. Also, as much as I hate to admit it, I wouldn’t give a damn if Tommy-boy got Vernon or even Dudley, but Aunt Petunia is family, so I do want to help keep her safe.”Albus smiles, “Harry, I don’t believe I’ve ever been prouder of anyone then I am of you right now. You’re willing to help protect a woman whom you have every right in the world to despise and wish a rather gruesome end on; and even though you’ve stated a willingness to throw the other two to the wolves you’re willing to tolerate them for the sake of your aunt.””Actually professor, I figure if I have Bellatrix and Narcissa living at Privet Drive as well, then the threat of two full-fledged witches should be enough to keep my loving relatives in line.””Ah, an open threat? Viable, not normally recommended, but considering that the vehicles of your threat will know in an instant if you are harmed, it’s certainly a viable option.””Professor, arg, Albus, would it be possible to have a rather pointed talk with Fudge about getting the restrictions on underage magic lifted?””Why would you need that Harry? As you said, with the Black sisters living with you, they shouldn’t be a problem.””For once it’s not my family that’s got me concerned, it’s that thrice-damned prophecy and Tommy. I want to be able to train this summer without those idiots who run our world coming down on me.”Albus raises his eyebrows, “An interesting choice of words Harry, but you do get your point across. Yes I will speak to Cornelius immediately. Now, what shall we do with you in the interim?””How long have I been gone?””Only about five hours actually, why?””A rather simple plan, depending on who knows I was gone.””No one knew what had happened to you, just that you’d disappeared, why?””Well Albus, we can simply tell the Dursleys that I had a little accident and the Black sisters are around to help make sure that nothing happens to my family as a result. The Order could be told that I was kidnapped and by a twist of fate, I managed to escape by accidentally binding the ladies to me.””That could work; it covers all the basics, while still being vague enough to allow others imaginations to fill in the blanks, very Slytherin of you Harry.””I’m not sure whether or not to be insulted professor, so I’ll let that slide.”Just as he’s thinking of calling for Bellatrix and Narcissa, they appear in the doorway.”Ah, perfect, now Harry, I know I said I’d try to treat you as an adult, but…””But because I still can’t do Occulmency, you want me to leave while you talk to them?”Albus cringes, but says, “I’m afraid you put a much finer point on it then I as looking for, but that’s essentially it.”Harry stands up and walks to the door, “Tell him anything he wants to know.” With that, Harry walks down to the kitchen and pours himself some pumpkin juice and waits until Dumbledore.Less then an hour later, the door to the kitchen opens allowing the other three residents to enter the room.”Ah Harry, they’ve been most informative, shall we return to Privet Drive?””Just one thing first, ladies would you please either put on some robes or change into something much more conservative, I don’t want my uncle to die of a heart attack.”The two women in question raise their wands and summon their robes. After they don their robes, Albus picks up a kitchen towel and quietly whispers a spell; he has everyone grab hold of the towel, as the last person touches the towel, they all feel a tug behind the navel.

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Eve and the Peeping Tom

Author’s note:
This story is meant to sexually excite without any claim to literary merit. I warn readers that in part it has cruel and sadistic content, so if that is not your thing, then don’t go reading it and then giving a negative vote because of the sadism.
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Word about the “Peeping Tom” had rapidly gone around the street. People were warned to make sure that their curtains were well drawn and the windows were closed.
Rob expressed concern to his wife Eve, that he was working a night shift and that she would be at home alone.
“Don’t worry,” Eve had assured him, “I’ll keep everything well locked up.
Evening came, and with Rob away at work, Eve began to feel lonely for him.
Flicking through the TV channels, she found nothing worth watching, and so she logged onto the internet.
Soon she was looking at the wonderful photos of men’s cocks on her favourite sex site. She knew that her husband would be shocked if he knew what she got up to each time he worked nights.
Eve’s hand slipped up beneath her skirt and began to softly rub around the mound of her pussy.
She spread her legs slightly and, sliding her hand under her pants, her fingers began to softly glide through her wet slipperiness.
A finger either side of her clitoris soon had her breathing hard and slowly pumping her hips in a fucking manner.
Her mind dreamt of fucking and sucking all of the lovely, gorgeous cocks that appeared on her computer screen.
She so much wanted to be fucked that she went and got her favourite bottle for masturbating.
Laying back, with her knees up and her legs apart, she began to fuck herself while continuing, with her other hand, to tease herself so that she became more and more aroused and sexy.
She was lustfully driving herself wild with feeling and fucking herself when she realised that she was thinking of the Peeping Tom that had been talked of. “What a sight he would have if he looked through my windows,” Eve mused to herself.
Now, with this sexy thought in her mind, Eve began to imagine what it would be like to be watched as she fucked and mauled her pussy.
She found herself being more and more aroused by the thought of some pervert looking through her window at her performing.
Wicked demons in her mind began to tell her that she should open her curtains in the hope that the pervert might come.
No sooner had these thoughts come to her mind that she banished them.
Moments later though, she was once more fantasising about being watched.
Eve considered that, with the warning having gone around, there would certainly be no open windows or imperfectly drawn curtains to attract the pervert.
That latter thought now seemed to take hold in her mind. With all of the neighbourhood windows carefully shrouded, any one window with a light shining forth into the night, would surely attract the pervert’s attention.
Her common sense, along with her moral values, began to do battle with the same wicked demons which now urged her on to open the curtains just a little.
Eve panted and began to moan softly as her lust rose and she fucked and played with herself more and more urgently.
Her mind was imagining the Peeping Tom watching her, and these thoughts made her wilder and sexier.
“Come on,” the demons in her mind urged. “Just open the curtains a little bit – imagine how sexy and sluttish you’ll feel with the possibility of being seen.”
Eve was panting with lust as she rose to her feet and moved to the side of the window to tug on the operating cord.
She pulled on the cord. The curtains opened some few inches. Her lust told her to open them more. Again she tugged so that the curtain opened quite enough for anyone outside to be able to get a good look inside.
Eve quickly moved to the door and flicked the light switch off.
Back to the window she peered out into the darkness of the night. There was no moon and being slightly overcast, it was quite dark outside.
Back to the door, Eve switched the light back on and once more took up her position on the sofa.
Her lustful excitement new no bounds now that she had provided that opportunity to be seen and spied on.
She mauled and fucked herself, getting more and more frantic and worked up until she was out of control and going mad as her lust surged to greater and greater heights, overwhelming her with the gorgeous, wonderful, unbearable sensations.
Meanwhile, across on the other side of town, a guy stood gazing out of his window at the night. He knew that it might be risky as he he too had heard the rumours of the Peeping Tom.
Behind him on the sofa, his two room mates were looking through porno magazines and, every now and then, rubbing at the huge bulges in their pants.
Finally, after much consideration, the first guy pulled on his jacket and announced that he was going out.
His two friends warned him that he would need to be extra careful, given that people were aware of what had been going on.
Tom, for that was indeed his name, decided that it would be best to take the car and go right across to the other side of town.
For some time he cruised slowly up and down all of the quieter, more secluded streets. He was pleased that the weather was quite overcast so that the night was dark and much less risky that if it had been moonlit.
He slowed the car and considered a lit window in one house. Too risky he decided. He would have needed to go down the narrow driveway and there would be no escape if anyone came.
He was specifically searching for lit windows which looked as if they might be bedrooms or bathrooms.
A couple of other possibilities presented themselves and twice he even parked the car and quietly slipped up to the windows to check them out but each time found them not to be what he needed.
Tom, being aware that people had talked of the Peeping Tom having been seen in the area, was a little nervous and began to consider that it was indeed too risky and that he should head home.
He made up his mind to check on just a couple of other streets and then give up for the night.
Cruising down one street at no more than idling speed, he spied a window with the light on and the curtains open just a small amount. He considered that it could be a living room or it could be a bedroom.
Tom let the car come to standstill as he glanced up and down the street. Nice and quiet. Plenty of trees and bushes casting shadows and giving plenty of scope for hiding is anyone should come along. He decided that he’d check out this window.
Letting the car slowly move on, Tom idled along the street before parking some way along from where he had seen the lit window.
He clicked the car door closed, making sure not to make any noise which might attract attention, then quietly and swiftly walked back to where he had seen the partly opened curtains of the window.
Nervously glancing about, he didn’t hesitate in disappearing from the street and making his way to the window which was at a convenient height from the ground so that his head and shoulders reached to just above the sill.
“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he thrilled at the sight that presented itself within the room.
Of course you, the reader, will have realised that it was Eve inside the room that this pervert had been lucky enough to find.
Imagine the sight which greeted him. He had thought to perhaps see some girl or woman undressing, but here was a slut with knees up and apart, fucking and mauling herself. He could hardly believe his eyes, but his rapidly hardening cock certainly told him that the sight was real.
The pervert unzipped his pants, and, taking out his now rock hard cock, he began to slowly masturbate as he watched the woman through the window. She was a little thing, not very tall and with a small, trim body. She had a sweet face and certainly didn’t look like the slut that she appeared to be. Her actions though, showed that she was filled with lust as she frantically pumped her hips onto the bottle with which she was fucking herself.
The pervert, Tom, gloated at the sight of this woman writhing and heaving and driving herself towards orgasm.
Eve had indeed reached a climax. She fell limp on the sofa, panting as if she’d just run a mile. The lull in her masturbation lasted only moments though, and as soon as she began to calm a little, her fingers were once more exploring and teasing her pussy in order to once more drive herself crazy with lustful delight.
For some half an hour or more she kept driving herself to wonderful delights of orgasmic delight.
Her mind had been constantly fantasising that she was being closely observed the whole time, but now as she calmed down a little, she knew that this was all in her mind.
She glanced at the curtains open just that little bit. She noticed the slight change of shadow just above the window sill but knew that it was just the shadow of the bushes outside moving in the breeze.
Eve stretched luxuriously, moving her arms back above her head and arching her body as she stretched. Her skirt was still up around her waist and her pants down around her thighs.
She moved her head around in a circular motion to stretch her neck muscles as well. As she did so her gaze momentarily swept over the mirror on the wall opposite the window.
Eve froze. Her eyes immediately went back to the mirror. She could see the window reflected in the glass. She could see the dark shape at the bottom of the window. She could see the vaguely changing light caused by the leaves moving in the breeze, but the whole time the darker shape, the shape of a head and shoulders, remained completely stationary.
Eve was filled with conflicting sensations of panic and lust, and so she remained stationary on the sofa.
The wicked demons again began their work. “This is what you want,” they told her, “you want to be a whore and a slut – show him more, show him more.”
Eve let one leg slip over the edge of the sofa while she lifted the other so that her legs were wide apart. Her hands went to her pussy. Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in shallow gasps. Her lustful excitement knew no bounds. She began to fuck herself with the bottle, now heaving her hips vigorously as she fucked herself.
This was crazy, she told herself, and yet she pulled her top up and exposed her small breasts, fondling them and displaying them for the pervert.
Eve’s mind began racing along dangerous tracks with an idea in her mind that was sheer madness but in her extreme lust was taking hold of her.
She was telling herself that it was lunacy to do the thing that she envisaged, but even as she thought this, her lust drove her to get up off the sofa and go to the front door of the house. She stood trembling with nervous excitement, her hand on the latch.
“Yes, yes, do it,” her evil demons urged her. She turned the key and opened the door.
The pervert outside, had watched as Eve had left the room. In the quiet still of the night he had heard the turn of the key in the door which was close to his position at the window. He had prepared to flee, not knowing whether it might be the slut’s husband, or even the slut herself with a gun. But then he had seen Eve step forward, her top still up under her armpits so that her small, white breasts were beautifully exposed and her hand still holding her skirt up.
Momentarily they faced one another, each with a frightened look.
The pervert rapidly realised the true situation that here was a slut ready for fucking.
“Are you alone,” the pervert asked quietly.
“Yes, my husband’s at work,” Eve heard herself replying, not consciously having formed the words.
The pervert moved forward, his huge cock still sticking out in front of him, and which Eve’s eyes had constantly been attracted to.
The man roughly pulled Eve into the house. She sunk to her knees and took the wonderful, gorgeous cock into her mouth, sucking it softly and deeply right to the back of her mouth.
The man grasped her head in his large, powerful hands and dragged her head onto his rampant cock, forcing it into her throat and making her gag and choke.
Eve had been caught off guard. She was choking and she struggled to get off his cock so that she could get a breath of air. The man pulled her head off his cock and gave her a heavy slap across her cheek.
“Shut up and suck it, you fucking whore,” he roughly growled.
Eve, even though her face stung from the man’s slap, thrilled to this treatment. She had read of this sort of thing in the stories, and now she was being treated in that same way. She took a deep breath and began sucking skillfully on the gorgeous cock.
The man intermittently took hold of Eve’s head and vigorously and roughly fucked it with rapid, driving plunges right to the back of her throat. He would then slap her cheeks with several hard blows, and calling her a “dirty fucking slut” would let her continue sucking.
Eve’s soft hands lightly caressed the man’s huge, heavy testicles as she sucked softly and skillfully. The guy then slid his cock out of her mouth and told her to lick his balls.
Eve eagerly moved her mouth down to the hairy pouch and licked them with the flat of her tongue dragging over them and lifting them so that they then swung slightly.
With slightly opened mouth, along with her lapping tongue, she gently slurped and sucked the man’s hairy balls.
After a short time the man pulled away. “Lift your face up,” he told Eve as she knelt at his feet. She tipped her head back obediently and looked up at him.
Slap! A sharp smack with the flat of his hand struck her across the cheek.
Eve gave a little gasp and a whimper as the blow hurt her.
“You’re a dirty fucking whore, aren’t you bitch,” the guy sneered as he looked down at her.
Eve looked happily up at the man, but then another sharp slap made her dizzy and she wobbled slightly.
“Don’t fucking ignore me you stupid fucking cunt,” the man snapped at her. “Tell me what a whore you are.”
Eve, still reeling from the blow, but eager to play the game, looked up submissively and repeated the words, “yes, I really am a dirty whore for you.”
The words thrilled her and she could feel her pussy so wet that she was sure that she was dribbling down her thighs.
“Stand up bitch,” the man ordered, and Eve quickly rose to her feet.
Standing at over six feet, the man towered over Eve who barely measured five, two. He roughly dragged off what clothing Eve still wore, and then turned her around and around as he admired her trim figure with her small breasts and tight little ass.
“Get me something to tie you up with – anything will do,” the man commanded.
Eve knew that this was sheer madness on her part, but she nevertheless hurried to fetch a number of pairs of pantyhose to be used for her restraint.
Minutes later, Eve was standing submissively watching as the man tightly bound her breasts with one of the stockings. He pulled the bindings as tight as he could so that Eve’s small breasts were soon displayed as two firm, hard, rough globes which were rapidly changing from red to a purplish colour.
“Hold out your hands,” the man ordered.
Eve did as she was told and watched passively as the man tightly bound her wrists together.
Having achieved what he wanted, the man began slapping Eve’s tightly bound breasts, causing her to cringe away and cry out in pain.
“How will you explain your black and blue tits to your husband,” the man teased her as he continued hitting and slapping in spite of Eve constantly backing and turning and trying to get away.
Eve felt as if her breasts were on fire as they became more and more tender and each sharp slap hurt more and more.
Eventually, with Eve constantly backing away and trying to protect herself, she fell backwards onto the bed.
The man decided that it was time to fuck, and so he climbed between Eve’s naked thighs and began mauling her very slippery pussy.
Eve trembled with excitement as she felt the big, lust swollen cock probing and entering her vagina. In it slid until their bodies pressed lovingly, lustfully, ravenously together.
Eve was soon in a delirium of lustful delight as the man fucked and fucked and fucked her, all the time kissing, biting, mauling, pinching, slapping her body and calling her the filthiest, most demeaning names. Ah! this was heaven!
On and on the man fucked her. Shoving, pumping, pile driving his wonderful, gorgeous cock into her pussy which was literally swimming with her juices.
Eve bucked and heaved, moaning and panting with uncontrollable desire.
“Where’s your phone,” the man suddenly asked.
Eve’s brain took a moment or two to register as to what he was saying, but then muttered that it was in the bedside drawers.
The man rummaged through the drawer, then, finding the phone, he dialled.
After just a moment’s wait, Eve heard the man telling some friends about her and suggesting that they come and fuck her.
“What’s your address?” the guy interrupted his conversation to ask Eve for directions
“Thirteen, Mountain View Street,” Eve unhesitatingly responded, then even added further directions to make sure ….. “turn off Hansen Street.”
The man transmitted the directions to his friends and then resumed fucking. “You’re going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked,” the man laughed as his cock plunged once more into her waiting pussy.
Eve was soon lost in a frenzy of all consuming orgasmic passion. She gave herself entirely to her lust and desire, and would never have even heard the knocking on the door.
The man got off her and went to let his friends in, leaving Eve laying there with legs spread and her wet, pussy gaping and dribbling juice onto the sheets.
The man brought his two friends into the bedroom and they marvelled at the sight of Eve as she lay there oblivious to everything other than her desire to be fucked and used as a sex object.
They released the bonds on her wrists and soon Eve was being heaved about like a sex doll and fucked in her mouth and her pussy, with the three men taking turns on her.
After a minute or two, one of the men went to the kitchen and found a two litre soft drink bottle. Emptying the contents down the sink, he then filled it to the brim with water and took it back to where his two pals were pumping their cocks into Eve’s body.
“Enema time,” the man with the bottle laughed as he went up to Eve and gave her a sharp slap across the face and, grabbing a handful of her hair, wrenched her to her feet.
Eve was dragged to the bathroom and bent over. Her ass was greased with a bit of lubricant, and the neck of the two litre bottle was pushed up her anus.
Eve felt the water filling her intestines as the men squeezed the bottle. More and more of the water was forced up her ass into her body until she felt her intestines bulging and her anal muscles working as they tried to evacuate it all.
When almost the entire contents of the bottle had been forced up into her, Eve was made to hold the bottle in while the men stood well back. She then pulled the neck of the bottle from her ass, and a huge gushing rush of water poured from her anus.
The men mockingly groaned and feigned disgust at the putrid mess.
Eve turned on the hot shower and quickly cleaned herself so that she was soon ready for the next lot of fucking which this time included being fucked right up her ass.
The men took turns at fucking her pussy, ass and mouth, regularly swapping about so that cocks went from pussy to ass, ass to mouth, or mouth to pussy and back again to her mouth, with Eve the whole time, totally submissive and letting herself go to her lust and love of this treatment.
“Let’s make the slut cry,” one of the men suggested.
They agreed that it would be fun and so they told Eve to kneel on the bed.
“Tip you head back a bit,” she was told.
Eve did as she was told and the men, each taking turns, began slapping her firmly across her face.
“You stupid, fucking cunt.” “You dirty little whore.” “You cock loving fucking bitch,” the abuse flowed as she was slapped.
Eve felt the tears coming to her eyes as the slaps across her face hurt her more and more. She felt happy though, that she was being treated in that way.
The men laughed and joked amongst themselves as Eve’s tears developed and she began to sob and cry more until the tears streamed down her face.
Having satisfied themselves with that bit of amusement, the men next decided to hang Eve upside down by her ankles, while they amused themselves with her body.
She was a little apprehensive but Eve nevertheless took part passively as the men took her to the garage and found ropes which they tied firmly about her ankles.
Soon she was hoisted into the air and was hanging upside down by her ankles, with her legs well apart so that her pussy was obscenely displayed.
The men amused themselves by fucking her pussy with various bottles that they found stacked on a shelf, then one of the men found her husband’s golfing equipment and they, one after the other, began pushing the golf balls up into her ass.
Twelve golf balls they inserted up Eve’s ass, so that they formed a flexible dildo which penetrated some twenty inches up into her intestines. Having performed that task, and finding some pieces of cane standing in a corner, they began flogging the insides of Eve’s thighs until she was screaming in pain.
“Best shut the fucking slut up or the neighbours will hear her,” one of the men said in alarm, and he crammed four of his fingers into Eve’s mouth and pulled her head right back so that she was effectively silenced and was reduced to making choking, gagging noises.
They thrashed the tender flesh of her thighs viciously until the white skin was striped with fiery red welts.
Eve’s eyes were staring and the tears were pouring forth as the pain raced through her body.
The men, getting more and more excited by Eve’s suffering, began also belting the canes down across the soft flesh of her bottom. She jerked about as she hung there upside down and suspended by her ankles, so that she was swinging and lurching around on the end of the rope.
“Fucking fantastic!” the man with his fingers jammed in Eve’s mouth marvelled in sadistic delight. “Look at the poor fucking bitch, she’s almost going fucking crazy.”
The other two men stopped their flogging to look at Eve’s face which was indeed contorted with pain, tear stained, and panic stricken.
“It must be almost unbearable for her,” one of the guys marvelled with enthusiasm.
“Let’s beat her cunt, that will give her fucking excruciating pain,” the other suggested.
They took up the canes once more and began thrashing them down right across Eve’s gaping pussy which glistened with a mixture of cum and her own juices.
The man jamming her mouth with his fingers, began slapping Eve’s still tightly bound, purple breasts, and occasionally gave her a good hard slap across her tear stained face as she twisted and shook about on the end of the rope.
The extreme sadism only ceased when Eve appeared to lose consciousness, no longer able to bear the horrendous and ghastly pain to which she was being subjected.
She was lowered down off the rope and taken back into the house and placed on the bed. Once she began to come to, the men, relieved to see that she was reviving alright, began to once more fuck her every opening until they each pumped their adulterous cum deep into her pussy, and standing back, looked at her laying there, panting lustfully with cum slowly oozing from her pussy.
Having satisfied their lust and beginning to think of the possible consequences of what they had done, the men began to get ready to leave. Their nervousness about the possibility of Eve telling her husband, with the subsequent involvement of the police, was quickly put to rest when Eve, battered and dishevelled, struggled to her feet and gave each of them a kiss full on the mouth, telling them that her husband would again be on night shift in two weeks time.

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Isabelle

Lucas, your average high school student, and Isabelle, a French foreign exchange student, have been friends for years, but that is al goingl change soon…

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Nothing Like Your First Time

This all started when, my best friend, Andrea’s cousin Chucky was coming to stay with us for the two weeks that my mom was out of town. We woke early and helped my mom load everything into the taxi that was taking her to the airport. So with food money in hand and promises to check in by phone, she left and Andrea and I rushed in to get ready for the day. “Chucky will be here at eleven,” she reminded me. I groaned and she rolled her eyes,”he is my favorite cousin so you better be nice.”
“Whatever,” was my mumbled reply. I remembered the Chucky from two Christmases ago. The annoying one that followed me around. He would have been cute if he took care of the acne problem and lost a few pounds. Chucky was awkward and shy and got in the way a lot. I was used to some guy following me around. With thick, wavy, dirty blonde hair, bluegreen eyes and full pouting lips to compliment my slim tan figure, it was no wonder guys fell for the tall blonde in a bikini. Fully filling a 36B, I made a swimsuit look good. Guys loved me and I knew it . Only problem was that I was too afraid to go any further than kissing or holding hands with a guy. Other than my recent lesbian experiences with Andrea, I was still a virgin.
Andrea’s cell rang and after a quick conversation, she said she was gonna wait for him outside. I nodded and went back to brushing my hair. I slipped a denim miniskirt over my bikini bottoms and threw an oversized muscle shirt on over the top. I slipped on some sandals and went outside in time to see Chucky pull up.
He was a year older than us so being 16, his parents bought him a car for his birthday. The primer black, ’69 Chevelle SS suited his personality. Not perfect but not bad. When he climbed out, my jaw dropped. The acne was gone and except for a few scars, you would never have known he ever had acne. He started playing football so he lost the belly and while he wasn’t ripped, the tight tshirt he wore showed how hard he worked to change his body. He smiled and held his arms out as Andrea rushed to hug him.
“You look good Chuck,” she said, which earned a smile while he blushed furiously, when he caught me looking at him. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and they chatted about family as they walked to the porch. I stood in awe as I marveled at the sight. Chucky was gorgeous. He had an edge to him that I love. It was like a light whisper of danger. He flashed me the beautiful smile that was obviously genetic as Andrea has the same smile. My stomach did a back flip when he pulled close to him and into a hug that clearly showed he still had a crush on me. I looked up and smiled at him while he kept his arms wrapped around me. “How have you been,” was all I could manage to say. The smell of his cologne made me want to stay close to him. “I’m doing amazing now that I am here with you,” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. He laughed and it was a melodious sound.
“Let’s go inside,” Andrea said, then drug me in to my room while calling, “we will be out in a minute,” over her shoulder. After closing my bedroom door behind us, she turned to me and laughed. “If you don’t plan to spend time alone with him sometime this weekend, then you need to tell him now.”
“Andrea, are you okay with me spending time alone with him,” I waited nervously for her reply.
“He has been in love with you since we were eight. I kinda would feel bad if you didn’t, but it doesn’t change things with us. I mean we ain’t really dating right?”
Having no arguement for that, I shrugged my shoulders, flashed her a mischievous smile, before walking into the livingroom where Chucky was sitting on my couch flipping thru the channels on TV. He stood up when he saw me walk down the hallway, “so what’s the plan?”
“We were gonna go swim at the lake but our ride fell thru, but since you have a car, I was thinking maybe if you didn’t mind…” I let the question trail off.
“Sounds great,” he said, then added, “but I gotta change first.” He took his bag into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a pair of swim trunks. without his shirt, I could see that I had been right about his body. It was beautiful. We made our way to the care where Andrea made an announcement, ” I’m spending the day with Chris so y’all are on y’all’s own. Just drop me off at the park down the street. He is meeting me there.”
I looked at her with wide eyes. Chucky smiled and started the car. Andrea directed him to the park. With a smile and a wave, I was left alone with Chucky.
After a brief discussion, we decided to pick up pizza and go back to my house to watch movies. We settled on a Freddy Krueger Marathon. When we got back to the house, I grabbed a blanket and plopped on the corner of the couch. Chucky kicked off his shoes and scooted close to me. I shared my blanket and he pulled my legs over his lap. He ran his hand up past my knee and moved up my thigh. I jumped and slapped his hand. He laughed again and said,” ok I’ll be nice.”
We caught up on stuff that happened since last saw each other. Chucky moved closer to me and I pretended not to notice. We watched the first movie and when it ended I moved to get up and change it. I realized Chucky was staring at me. “What?,” I said while I felt my face start to turn red.
He pulled me in close and kissed me. I felt a familiar tingling in my loins. I ran my hand thru his curly black hair. When I stopped to breathe, I looked deep in his brown eyes and saw a gleam that I never saw before. ” I have been waiting for that moment for so long,” he sighed and hugged me to his chest and I felt the hardening member in his shorts. “I have a confession to make,” and when he saw the confused look on my face, he continued,”I’m still a virgin, but its not like I couldn’t find a girl. I just want one girl to be my first.”
I laughed and he looked offended until I explained, “I’m a virgin too. I’m just to scared to do anything.” He kissed me again and asked,”will you let me be your first?” I couldn’t speak. I was stuck between fear and lust. Part of me was terrified of the pain that I had been warned that was sure to come my first time. The lust in me took over. I kissed him and took him into my room. When I pushed him on the bed, I stopped,”you said you just wanted one girl to be your first. Who is she?” He gave me no answer but instead, stripped off my shirt and picked me up and gently laid me on the bed.
I untied the back of my swim top then untied behind my neck. I pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. Chucky lightly grasped both breasts and ran his thumb over each small pink nub. A low moan escaped my lips. He laid down beside me. I slid my skirt and bottoms off while he stripped off his trunks. Suddenly feeling self conscious, I laid between the sheets and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. He laughed softly but climbed under next to me.
He hugged me close and ran one hand thru my hair and ran his other down my thigh to pull my knee up onto his hip. I felt his long thick dick press against my leg. I wrapeed both hands around it but they didn’t touch. It was too thick and it was getting more solid by the second. I let go and ran my hands up his torso. He kissed me passionately as he scratched down my back. My breath quickened.
“I hate to spoil the mood,” he whispered, “but are you on birth control? If not, I gotta get a condom.”
“Mom put me on birth control when I started my period. She said she wanted to make sure she wasn’t a young grandma,” I replied and pulled him in for another kiss. He rolled on top of me and I felt the tip graze my shaved pink lips. He put the tip in and I inhaled sharply. He stopped and looked into my eyes,”are you sure about this?”
I nodded and said,”just go slow cuz its gonna hurt.”
He kissed me sweetly. “I would never hurt you. If you ever wanna stop just tell me.” I nodded. He slowly pressed deeper into my tight hole. His breathing changed. I began to feel the pressure against the tip of his dick. “Are you ready baby,” he whispered in my ear.
I nodded then added,”just be gentle.” His answer was confident, “always.”
He pushed thru and my eyes teared up.When his pelvis pressed against mine, he stopped. I finally let my breath out and a tear escaped from each eye. Chucky wiped them away and asked if I was ok. I nodded and he slowly started to pull out again. The intense burning subsided and as he began to slowly stroke I felt an amazing pleasure. “Oh man…this feels amazing baby. Your pussy. Its…oh man..” Chucky was suddenly inarticulate but I understood why. I felt an orgasm begin to build. He stroked faster and harder. I felt his cock swell and he spurted cum onto my cervix. Then I came. My back arched and my toes curled. He continued to stroke until I let out a contented moan. He rolled off me and got out of the bed.
I was confused and slightly hurt until he came back. He uncovered me and used the warm washcloth he brought back from the bathroom to clean my thighs and nether region. When he was finished, he threw the rag onto the floor and cuddled up to me in the bed. “I know you don’t feel the same way and that’s okay but I love you. I always have. If you think I’m crazy then I understand but this moment with you is perfect and I–”
I stopped him with a kiss,”truth is I don’t know if I love you or not but being here with you is perfect.”
I presses my face to his chest and we both fell asleep. We both jumped when we heard Andrea. “I knew y’all were gonna fuck but can you please get dressed cuz I don’t wanna see Chucky naked.” I laughed and threw a pillow at the door as she closed it behind her. We dressed and he pulled me close again for another passionate kiss. “You can sleep in my room this weekend. If you want. You don’t have to.”
He smiled and said,”I would love to. I meant what I said. I really do love you.”
“I know.”

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Lets Compare Part Two

Part Two to Let’s compare
This is the second part of my first story. Enjoy!
Frank had gone into word document on my computer and typed out the numbers 69 with a winky face. I looked at him and I was speechless. I typed back are you being serious our just messing around. He typed out you tell me, and he leaned down and took my dick into his mouth. His mouth was warm and moist. It felt so good and it was as if I couldn’t move the pleasure was unbelievable. I took my hand a put it on top of his head and kept pushing it down. He stopped and stood up and put his dick in my face and before for he said anything I engulfed his dick.
He started to move his hips back and forth at a nice pace. His dick was going all the way down my throat that his ball sack kept smacking my chin. I stopped and motioned for him to lie down on my bed we laid opposite of each other and proceeded to suck each other’s cocks. The way he moved his mouth and tongue was like no other. He swirled his tongue around my shaft as he slid his moth all over. He would stop often and flicker his tongue around my balls. I was in heaven.
I was so close to Cumming and he knew it. He picked up his pace and tightened his mouth; I couldn’t bare it anymore I shot my loud down his throat. He looked up and smiled and told me to lie on my stomach. I was excited because I knew what was coming next, but he did something that surprised me.
I felt him spread my ass checks apart and I expected him to shove his cock in my ass and start fucking me. But I felt something wet protrude in my ass. He was giving me a rim job and it felt so good, the feeling was amazing the was his tongue lubed up my ass and the feeling of him flickering his tongue around my ass and sucking on it was enough to make me wanna cum again. He then got up and pulled something out of his bag.
I looked up to see what he was getting and he pulled out a dilido. I asked him what he was doing with one of those. His response was that he’s been exploring a lot of things lately. I just smirked and turned my head around. He came over and pressed the dilido up against my ass and the dilido just slid right in. I had my own and used it from time to time. He started off slow and soon enough picked up the pace. He was going hard and quick enough to have me moaning. He continued to fuck my ass with his toy for a good ten minutes. Then he switched to the real thing.
He pulled the dilido out and slid his nine inch dick into my ass. His cock was bigger than the dilido and it felt so much better. His cock went deeper into my ass than anything or anybody has. His girth stretched my hole out to it hurt but it was the best type of pain that I ever felt. I turned my head around to see him fuck me. He leaned forward while still humping me and kissed me. I waited so long for that kiss. He gave a good thrust and I let out a loud aha and it broke the kiss.
The sound of his breathing matched the pace of his thrusts. His balls were smacking my ass and the sound of it wasn’t exactly the quietest. His balls here big, and i loved when he went balls deep into me. When he was that deep i felt his sack press against my ass and he would keep it in and move his hips in a circular motion. It felt amazing. He would pull his cock all the way out and thrust it all the way in and hard. I was was getting the shit fucked out of me and was loving every second of it. It felt so right to have him side of me.
Frank by far was the best person that i have ever been in bed with well male wise anyway. I could see why the girls liked him so much he had a big dick and he knew how to use it. And boy did he use it right!
He then motioned for me to get up so I did. I laid on my back this time. He then put my legs over his shoulder and slid his dick back in my ass he leaned forward and grabbed my shoulders and used them to pull me down as he fucked me. He let go of one of my shoulders and went down to my dick and started jerking it. I laid there in so much pleasure that I came again my load shot up and hit frank’s chin and then his chest. He smiled and started fucking me harder.
I could tell that he was close to Cumming . I pulled his dick out of my ass and started sucking it. I felt his balls tighten up then a felt a warm sticky sweet liquid in my mouth I tried to keep up and swallow as much as I could but he shot too big of a load and cum started to drip out of my mouth. We both laid down on my bed together i licked my cum of of his chest. I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. Apparently we both had fallen asleep because when he woke me up it was ten o’clock. I didn’t want the moment between us to end. I asked him if we could just lay there for five more minutes he nodded his head. I said frank he said yeah? I said it with hesitance but i told him that i loved him. He looked at me and said i love you to and he leaned in and kissed me again and he said lets get washed up.
We both took a shower together and round three started.
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Michelle-Pool Part Pt. 9 – Ch. 19

I was kind of panting in anticipation as Brad continued staring at my lewd display.
Perched on my hands and knees, with my butt pushed up in the air and my hands holding the cheeks of my butt as far apart as possible, he was looking at both of my holes…maybe even looking up inside my holes.
His penis was standing straight up in the air, throbbing, twitching. The smooth pink head looked like it was going to explode.
He started to move, climbing up on his knees as I whispered, “Wait just one second.”
One hand came off my butt and went between my wide spread legs, a finger disappearing deep up inside my dripping pussy. Swirling it around until it was thoroughly coated with my juices, I pushed it back up between my cheeks, touching the tip against my tiny back hole. I pushed…forcing it up inside of me to the first knuckle. Wiggling it about a little, I coated the tight rim of my opening with my juices.
Brad’s eyes were glued to my obscene display as I repeated the process a few more times. He moved into position behind me, kneeling straight up, and even though I couldn’t actually see his penis from this position, it was obvious by the motions of his arm that he was holding it…squeezing it…stroking it.
His eyes were glued to my lewdly displayed holes as my hand returned to the cheek of butt, pulling it as far apart as possible.
“Wait,” I gasped, panting now in anticipation of…of…finally…a penis…inside me.
I turned around quickly, facing him. Removing his hand from his throbbing penis, I quickly pushed my mouth all the way down over his rigid shaft, not stopping until I felt his pubic hair against my lips. Perhaps it was the excitement of the moment, but even as the head of his penis pushed it’s way into my throat, there was no gagging sensation…not even for a second.
It seemed like my tiny butt hole and my throat were having the same thoughts…I want it…put it in me…put it all the way in me.
I swirled my tongue all around his pulsing shaft, trying to work my mouth full of saliva. I coated every inch of his penis with my mouth’s liquid, soaking it…drenching it. My mouth released his wet shaft as I turned back around, laying my head back on the pillow and reaching both hands behind me again, spreading my cheeks…exposing my hole.
“Now,” I panted.
He moved closer, right behind my upturned backside. I could see his arm moving again, and seconds later felt the head of his penis rubbing…teasing…tormenting…all up and down the length of my slit.
He continued this delicious torture for another moment or two. My pussy was pulsing…my clit was throbbing as the smooth head of his organ rubbed briefly against my pulsating magic button. He continued moving up and down the length of my slit, and every time the head of his penis brushed against my lust engorged clit, another flood of juices soaked my pussy…drenched my pussy…dribbled…ran out of my pussy.
I was just starting to get a little nervous about his intentions when I felt him shift again, and seconds later felt him running his hard on lightly up and down the length of my crack. I gasped every time the head came in contact with my puckered opening, and my hips pushed back of their own accord…searching…seeking…wanting…
Breathing was getting difficult now…my chest was heaving. I was moaning out loud without even knowing it. God I never wanted anything so bad in my life…
He stopped moving his penis up and down, and the head nestled up against the opening of my tiny back channel. I pushed back against him, feeling the pressure increase. He remained motionless, and my hips began swaying slightly, my tight hole pushing more firmly up against his rigid organ.
“In me!” I was silently screaming, “I want it in me!”
“Brad…now…” I gasped.
I pushed back against him again, and although I could feel the pressure increase as his tiny pee slit pushed against my puckered opening…it still wasn’t…wasn’t…wasn’t…
“Brad…please…” I whimpered…begging…pleading…
He gave a sudden thrust forward…
Oh God the pain…
Agony…searing…burning…tearing…ripping me…
A thousand little fingers of white hot lightning ripped through my tiny back hole as spasms of unbelievable pain shot through my entire body. He was going to kill me…I was going to die…no…I wanted to die…no…just stop…make the pain go away…do something…anything…just make it stop.
I was paralyzed…I tried to scream…I couldn’t…
I tried to move…I couldn’t…
I tried to breathe…I couldn’t…
Tears filled my eyes as the terrible waves of agony kept washing over me…through me. It felt like every nerve in my body was concentrated as the tiny tight opening to my back channel…and every one of them was screaming in anguish…
…crying…whimpering…begging…pleading…make it stop…please dear God…make it stop…
I reached back and grasped his hips in desperation. “Wait,” I managed to croak.
He froze and we just stayed there…for seconds…minutes…hours…days…forever.
The tears were running freely down my face as spasm after spasm of unbelievable agaony racked my body. I was shaking…quivering…crying…sobbing uncontrollably.
“It’s not supposed to be tlike this!” I was silently screaming. This was supposed to feel good…wonderful…sexy…pleasure…but not this!
Suddenly, I became aware, through the mist of mind numbing anguish, that my one hand was wet…hot…sticky.
“Oh God no!” I silently screamed at myself. In my tortured panic, I had grabbed and squeezed his injured thigh so hard that his blood was running all over my hand.
The tears started again. “What else?” I whimpered to myself. “He’ll never talk to me again…never look at me again…he’ll hate me forever…”
My mind was so fixed on what a little girl jerk I was being that at first I didn’t even notice the pain in my tiny back hole start to subside. But it did…
I got my breathing back and opened my mouth…gasping huge gulps of air as fast as my tortured lungs would allow.
Only after several deep breaths did I even start to become aware that the terrible agony in my tight back channel was diminishing. The pain was still severe…I still felt like I was on fire…ripping…tearing…but maybe not dying…maybe even surviving…
I had to get him out of me…somehow…but I was afraid to move…and sure didn’t want him to move.
The pain had almost died off to a dull throb when his penis gave an involutary twitch.
It started all over again…the searing…burning…torture…fire…pain…anguish…a new flood of tears filled my eyes as I began sobbing uncontrollably.
This time the torture only lasted a few minutes and then subsided…almost quickly…
“I’ve got to get him out of me…” was all I could think. But what to do…I was still paralyzed. I knew if he even moved, even the tiniest bit, the waves of agony would start all over again.
We remained frozen for several moments…and the pain once again died away to a dull throb.
I pulled my hand off his injured thigh and brought it up to my face, glancing at it. Oh God…it was covered in blood…his blood…dripping…
“Brad, I am so sorry,” I whimpered. The tears and sobbing started all over again. I had never been so embarassed, so humiliated, in my entire life. I had never felt so stupid…a jerk…an idiot…a fool…a…a…a…child…
My god’s only reply was, “Are you OK?”
“Me?” I almost shrieked, “What about you? Look at my hand!” I made half an attempt to hold up my blood soaked hand.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse,” was all he said.
Maybe it was the brief conversation, maybe that was a distraction. Maybe it was just the seconds having time to go by…maybe it was my tiny back hole having time to adjust…maybe it was…I don’t know what it was…
But the pain…the burning…the torment…the agony…were gone…gone.
It was now more like a discomfort. I felt filled…really filled…stretched…even though he was only a little bit in me. I started thinking maybe it wasn’t time to panic…maybe it wasn’t time to get him out of me…maybe it wasn’t time to…
“Brad,” I gasped huskily, “Move…just a little tiny bit.”
“Which way?” he whispered back.
“In…just a little tiny bit.,” I gasped back.
I cringed, winced. Every muscle in my body tightened…expecting the worst.
He leaned forward just a fraction. I felt his penis push a little bit further up inside of me.
No pain…no pain…no pain…
The nerve endings in my tiny back hole were still shrieking…but not in agony…more like…more like…more like…I don’t know…it was just…something…I don’t know.
“Brad,” I whispered,” a little more…”
He moved again. I felt his penis throb and twitch as he pushed it a little further inside my tiny channel. Still no pain…it was…it was…
“Brad,” I murmured, “all the way…just go really slow.”
I felt him push forward slowly…steadily. His penis was filling me like…like…I’d never been filled before. I was going to explode from the inside…maybe…it was filling me…expanding me…stretching me…deeper…more…filling…deeper…filling…more…
The tight entrance to my tiny back hole was alive with nerves…all of them screaming out. It wasn’t pleasure…it wasn’t pain…it wasn’t sexual really…not even sensual…just…just…intense.
Intense turned into highly erotic as I felt his balls push against the drenched lips of my pussy. He was all the way in me! My little back channel had a guy’s penis all the way up inside!
Not just a penis…not just a guy’s penis…my god’s penis.
I was floating…the terrible agony of minutes ago was quickly forgotten as he began a slow, sensuous, in and out movement. He would push all the way inside, filling me, expanding me, and pull slowly out until just the head remained trapped by my tiny opening.
This was exquisite! My breathing became labored as he fell into a steady rythm. I had never felt so alive…so aware…so conscious…focused on the sparks shooting out from my tight back hole entrance. I felt my pussy release another flood of juices.
I wiped my bloodied hand on the pillowcase and quickly moved it down between my legs. My fingertip was tormenting my lust engorged clit as I heard Brad’s breath start to get raspy.
The pace of his movements increased. Every stroke in…every stroke out…had the nerves in my tiny opening screaming for more. Never had I dreamed…
My finger movements became faster as I felt the beginnings of a wondrous release start to wash over me. My pussy was dripping…gushing…my clit was throbbing.
He pushed his penis all the way up inside of my tight channel and held it there. I felt it twitch, throb,jerk…I thought he was going to suirt.
Inside of my butt…Brad…squirting in my butt…I was delerious…it sent me over the edge.
Panting…moaning…whimpering…sobbing…I came.
I felt my tight back opening clamp down around his penis as the spasms racked through my body. Tears filled my eyes again as the sensations consumed every ounce of me. I couldn’t breathe…again. I couldn’t move…again. Shuddering, I just tried to focus and concentrate on the delicious waves shooting out of my back side hole and rushing through my entire body.
I was starting to come back down to earth, gasping as I tried to get my breathing back. I felt his penis twitch again and just laid there, relishing the moment…the warmth…the glow.
Neither of us moved for a few seconds, neither speaking. It was a few moments later that I felt his penis twitch again…and again a few seconds after that.
Some kind of alarm was going off in my lust filled brain.
His penis twitched again and I slowly realized it wasn’t shrinking…wasn’t getting soft.
He hadn’t come!
My god had waited patiently for me…worrying only about my pleasure…and hadn’t come.
I thought I was in love him before…now I knew I was.
I looked back over my shoulder and whispered in my sexiest voice, “Brad…pull it out.”
He looked at me in shock…like…like…what the hell?
“Trust me,” I purred, “pull it out.”
He silently did as I aked, although I thought the expression of shock and amazement on his face had turned to one of extreme disappointment.
I scrambled around and gently pushed on his chest, laying him out flat on his back. His penis was sticking straight up in the air…a tower…a monument.
I quickly garbbed the base of his shaft in a loose fist and pushed the head into my mouth. My tongue was swirling around his throbbing shaft as I began bobbing my head up and down. I felt his head invade my throat, pausing…waiting for the gagging sensation to stop, then locked my fingers against my lips, moving my mouth and my hand up and down as one. I felt his hips start to buck…hump…against my face.
I moved up, straddled his waist with my hips, positioning my hole directly over his throbbing penis. I grasped it in one hand, slowly lowering myself until I felt his head pushing against my back channel entrance.
I lowered myself further, feeling him enter me…again. There was no pain this time, just the exquisite pleasure of feeling his throbbing penis pushing into my tight hole.
I lowered myself further. This was incredible. The angle was different…the penetration felt different…the head of his penis was rubbing parts of the inside of my channel that hadn’t been touched before.
I began rocking up and down, panting as I increased the pace. I was raising and lowering myself, savoring the feeling of each stroke…taking him all the way up inside of me…and then pulling back until just the head remained trapped inside my tight hole.
My bobbing movements fell into a slow, steady rythm as I spread my knees apart, reaching a hand down between my legs and spreading open the lips of my drenched pussy. His eyes immediately fell between my legs, staring at my wide open display as I contued moving my back hole up and down the length of his shaft.
I brought my other hand up to my mouth, extending my middle finger and pushing it in between my lips. I sucked suggestively…lewdly…for a moment and then moved that hand too down between my legs.
His hips were starting to hump against my butt as I placed my wet middle finger on my clit and began moving it around in small circles, tormenting my hard throbbing button.
Oh God…heaven!
My clit was on fire…my tiny back chute screaming at the intense feeling as I felt a gigantic orgasm start to overtake me.
My finger was flying on my engorged clit, my tight puckered hole ravishing up and down his penis…and all of a sudden I was gasping…moaning…panting…screaming…
I felt my tiny back hole clamp down on his throbbing penis like a vise. I could barely breathe as spasm after spasm racked my body. This orgasm was…was…like a tidal wave. It kept growing and growing…getting stronger and stronger…more and more powerful. It wouldn’t stop…wouldn’t slow…
It seemed to last forever, and when the spasms finally seemed to subside a little bit I found myself shaking…quivering. I was gasping through my mouth in deep lungfuls.
My whole body felt like rubber…shivering…trembling.
I felt his penis start to twitch and jerk again and leaned forward…whispering in his ear, “Don’t come yet.” I leaned up a bit to look into his eyes.
He stared at me in shock…disbelief.
My lips returned to his ear, whispering again, “I want to taste you. I want to drink you.”
I lifted myself off his throbbing penis and moved between his legs, spreading his knees far apart. I slid one hand down between his legs, pushing the tip of my middle finger against his tiny back opening, while gently cupping his balls in my palm. I opened my lips slightly and leaned forward, feeling the head of his penis move into my waiting mouth.
I held him there for a moment, with just the head inside my lips, and swirled my tongue all around the smooth skin, pausing to probe at his tiny pee hole.
His penis was twitching again as my head moved forward, engulfing more of him until the head was brushing the roof of my mouth. Moving forward further still, his head entered my throat. Pausing until the gagging sensation passed, his penis seemed to be still growing in my mouth…filling it…stretching my lips.
“This is what was just in my little back hole?” was the thought wandering through my brain. All of a sudden the earlier moments of excruciating agaony became clear. This still growing monster had been inside me!
Moving my head again, my lips brushed against his coase pubic hair. Pausing again, with his entire penis in my mouth and throat, my tongue swirled all around his shaft, delighting in feeling him twitch and throb.
I pushed the tip of my finger inside his back hole, hearing him gasp as I pulled back my head and curled my other hand into a loose fist, grasping the base of his shaft.
The index finger and thumb of that hand were glued to my lips as both hand and mouth began bobbing up and down as one.
I wiggled the tip of my middle finger in his tight rear channel and increased the rythm of my bobbing…stroking…sucking…kissing…licking…his pulsing penis as his hips began bucking…humping up off the bed.
My palm felt his balls start to tighten and contract and it was clear it was time.
My hand and mouth were flying up and down the length of his throbbing tower as he groaned and began to jerk, his hips mashing against my lips, hips penis ravishing my mouth.
His hips came up a foot off the bed as he froze, croaking, “Oh Jesus…”
I pushed my middle finger all the way up inside his tiny back hole, wiggling it as I felt the first squirt blast against the roof of my mouth. It was followed quickly by a second…and third.
I swallowed as much as I could but still felt drops of his sweet cream dribbling out of the corners of my mouth.
He quirted a fourth time…and a little bit of a fifth time.
This time, his juice stayed in my mouth, coating my tongue. I swirled it around, savoring the slightly salty taste.
He collapsed back on the bed…panting…moaning.
I swallowed again and used my fingertips to collect the little droplets running down my chin.
He seemed to be getting his normal breathing back as I sucked my fingertips greedily into my mouth, determined not to miss even one little drop.
He was lying back, eyes half closed, with a kind of a dreamy expression on his face. He just looked so content…so…peaceful…so…perfect.
The slight taste of salt was still in my mouth as I crawled up next to him. Draping one leg over his thigh, I dropped my arm across his chest as my head nestled in the crook of his shoulder. My pussy was pressed against his thigh, but not sexual…just warm…intimate.
His arm went around me, snuggling me against him.
My lips returned to his ear as I whispered, “Thank you.”
My eyes were on his face as I started to doze.
I think I saw my god smile.Pool Party Epilogue:
Having finally finished this marathom day, I went back and read it beginning to end, and even though it’s horrendously lengthly, there’s still whole parts of that day that were left out…that I forgot…
The Measurement: We lined all the guys up and stroked them until they got fully hard and big…then got out a ruler and measured them. (My brother Ricky actually won that one at 6-1/4″…rest of the guys were all between 5-1/2″ and 6″.
The Squirting Contest: (Right after the measurement). While the guys were still all hard, we took turns stroking them until they came…seeing which guy could squirt the furthest. (Tommy won that one…I think in Lisa’s hand)
The “Quick Come” contest, Lisa’s idea (who else?): Each of us chose one guy and took his penis in our mouth. Using only lips, tongue, and mouth, (no hands allowed),
we raced to see which one of us could make the guy come first. (Jen won that one, with Michael I think…but it might have been Eric.)
These might be worth revisiting to tell the story some time down the road.
But for now…happy holidays.
xxx, Michelle

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Runaway

Lightning flashed, flickering on the curtains and walls. Dave heaved up out of his chair and looked outside. Storm clouds rolled and swelled above the trees. Dark, forbidding, they filled the formerly clear sky with chaos. It should have been an hour before dark, but the storm leached all the brightness from the sky.
Another flash of lightning startled Dave. He saw the afterimage of the lightning hitting not far away. The roar of thunder sounded like a giant angry lion on the prowl. Dave’s attention went to the TV antenna on a post in the middle of the clearing. It was an obvious target for the lightning. Dave hurried to the TV and pulled the plug from the wall. He disconnected the antenna wire and stood looking forlornly at the blank screen.
The wind picked up considerably over the next few minutes, a wind that broke trees and removed shingles from even the sturdiest roof.
“Good God,” Dave whispered. It looked like the end of the world. The lights flickered, but thankfully remained on. He sat in his recliner and watched the horrendous storm from the safe comfort of his chair. The lights flickered again. He decided that he had better find candles and a lighter. The power was bound to go out soon. It usually did in a storm.
Within 30 minutes most of the lightning had passed on, but the wind and the rain remained. Dave was bored, and worried. How was his car? It was a fully restored 1969 Mercury Montego. He had put a lot of work into it. Dave went to the nearest window, trying to see his car in the wind and rain. He could barely make out the shine of light off the trim around the windshield. A distant flash of lightning momentarily lit the car, and he gasped in surprise. Something was wrong. He could see something, he was not sure what, which looked out of place. He thought about it for a moment and realized that he had seen something in the car. He went shopping yesterday, did he leave anything in the car? No, he didn’t. A person?
He bundled up in a thick coat, picked up the poker and a flashlight, and hurried out the door. Seven long strides brought him to the car. He yanked open the door and turned on the flashlight. He was looking something in the face. All he could see was a small nose and two eyes amid a bundle of stinking, wet clothing.
“What the hell are you doing in there?” he demanded, brandishing the poker.
“Trying to get dry,” a distinctive female voice said. He was momentarily at a loss.
“Get out,” he ordered, raising the poker as if to strike. Slowly the girl climbed out. She took a bookbag from the floor and stood. She was almost as tall as Dave. He was surprised, he had thought she might be a small girl. She was in her late teens. She started to turn away.
“No, into the house,” he said, stepping back. He was getting soaked. Rain was running into his eyes, making it hard to see.
“Why?”
“To get dry, silly. I have heat and food inside.”
“I don’t know,” she said uncertainly.
“I could call the cops and have you arrested instead. I would probably be doing you a favor.”
“No, don’t do that. I’ll come in for a while,” she said reluctantly. He hurried her inside. It was a relief to get out of the rain. It was hard to think when wind and rain tore at your face and body. She opened her clothes slightly and he found that she was pretty, in a way, but she looked dirty and smelled horrible. How could anybody be dirty after standing in that rain, he wondered.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked, sitting down the flashlight and dropping the poker by the fireplace.
She hurried over to the fireplace and knelt before it. She rubbed her hands and moaned, then looked up as if she only then realized that he was still in the room. “Scrambled eggs and chili?”
“Oh gross. I don’t have chili,” Dave said, making a face.
“What have you got?”
“I had meatloaf and potatoes for supper. There’s a little left.”
“Fine. I’ll make a sandwich out of the meatloaf, and I only eat butter on my mashed potatoes.”
Dave showed her the leftovers in the refrigerator. She added cheese to the plate containing the meatloaf and took it all to the table.
“You… you stink,” Dave said emphatically. “Do you want to take a shower?”
“Sure, but all my clothes are dirty. I have nothing to change into.”
“I’ll give you clothing if you take a shower. The stench is ungodly. Where have you been staying?”
“Under porches, in utility sheds or doorways, sometimes in homeless shelters if they don’t ask too many questions.”
“Why?”
“None of your damned business.”
“Fair enough, as long as you aren’t wanted by the law. Did you kill anybody?”
“Hey fuck you,” she slammed her sandwich down on the plate.
“Sorry. I just want to know who will be sharing my roof tonight. I’m a little worried.”
“Well don’t be. The only thing I’m wanted for is assault on my husband. I married him when I was sixteen. He beat me every time he got drunk, so I beat him with a piece of pipe while he was asleep. Then I ran. I don’t think I killed him, but I didn’t stick around to find out. Ok?” she demanded.
“Ok. Sorry.”
She picked up her sandwich and began to eat. “You married?” she asked, looking around the house suspiciously.
“No.”
“Kids?”
“No.”
“Why not, you gay?” she asked in all seriousness.
“Hell no!” he said defensively.
She gave him a skeptical look then returned to her sandwich. Dave saw an unusual movement on her face.
“There is a flea crawling in your eyebrow,” he pointed. She rubbed her eyebrow furiously with the back of her hand, then continued her meal.
“I have fleas everywhere,” she said calmly. “Goes with the territory.”
“How can you live like this? Don’t you have somewhere to go?”
“Nope.”
“What about your parents, your aunts or uncles?”
“I’ve never had a father, my mother is a whore, and I never knew any aunts or uncles. If I go home my husband will have me beaten to death. It ain’t gonna happen.”
“Shit, what a waste.”
“Why?”
“You can’t live like this. Look at you.”
She simply shrugged and sat, shoving mashed potatoes and butter into her mouth. She chewed noisily, while he stood watching. She finally stopped and glared at him until he went into the living room. He reconnected his TV set and sat with the channel changer in his hand. At first he had been excited by the prospect of a female in the house. But now he considered her sub-human, hardly worthy of anything but pity. He could smell her even from there. God, how could anybody live like that?
“Can I take a shower?” she asked, standing between the living room and the dining room. He looked up, wishing she would leave and take her fleas with her.
“Sure,” he heard himself saying. It’s in there,” he pointed behind her at the bedroom. The master bath had a full bathtub, which she badly needed. A shower wouldn’t be enough. He followed her into the bedroom and handed her a towel.
“Go ahead,” he pointed at the bathroom. I’ll try to find something that will fit you. I will also bring a garbage bag for your clothes.
“Don’t throw them away, I need them. Wash them in Lysol,” she said as she began dropping clothes on the bathroom floor. He watched in wonder as layer after layer of clothing came off. Besides her jacket, she was wearing a dozen different shirts and pants. She stopped as she was about to remove a man’s t-shirt.
“Are you going to watch?” she demanded.
“Yes,” he said firmly. She didn’t even flinch. She pulled the t-shirt off, baring a wonderful set of small, firm, but dirty tits. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He turned red in embarassment and hurried out. Once again he was thinking of her as a female, not a sub-human.
“What’s your name?” he called through the partially open bathroom door.
“Linda. Linda Jane.”
“I’m Dave,” he said as the water began running in the bathtub.
“Hi. Got dove?”
“What?”
“Dove soap. Do you have any?”
“No, I use ivory.” It just goes to show, a beggar can be a choser, he thought as he looked through his closet for his old, small clothing which hadn’t fit in 5 years. He laid out a pair of jeans and a tight-fitting shirt. It was the best he cold do. The jeans were well worn, the shirt was a cowboy shirt with a rose on the back. He wouldn’t get caught dead in it, it had been a Christmas present front an aunt.
Dave heard her singing. The door was open a foot. He walked by the open door and glanced inside. She was washing her arms, paying no attention to him, and showing no concern over the open door. She had armpit hair which was longer than Dave’s. He shuddred and hurried on, then stopped, unable to resist.
He backed up a step and looked in. She was washing her neck, then moved the washrag down to her chest. She looked up and caught him looking. He heard her giggle as he hurried from sight.
Dave found that his dick was hard. The brief glance showed that she was not only young, she was beautiful with a killer figure. If she could ever get the dirt off, she would be beautiful. He found himself planning accidents. He could accidentally back into the door and knock it open. He could take her a towel and accidently look in. There were many possibilities. Part of him wanted to leave her in peace. She had the right to be safe and unmolested. The other part wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out. The internal struggle was killing him.
“Do you have a dousche?” she called. Dave’s eyes bugged out. He thought about the few girls who had been in the house. No, none had left a dousche.
“No, sorry.”
“A turkey baster?”
“Yeah,” he said in surprise. “Now why… oh.”
He took a good look before handing her the baster. Her body was clean. It was lightly tanned, compact, and sexy as hell. It had taken on a golden shine in the subtle lights of the bathroom. The tan on her hands and face was much darker than the rest of her body. But God, how perfect her compact little body looked. Every nook and cranny spelled sex.
“You like?” she asked with a smile, looking down at her own body and spreading her hands.
“My God, you’re beautiful,” he gasped.
“Am I? I used to be pudgy. But I haven’t eaten well lately. I guess I lost some weight.”
“You’re perfect. I can’t believe all that was hidden beneath those dirty clothes. What a waste.”
“Thanks. Can I have that?” she reached for the baster. He handed it to her and turned to get her a towel.
“I haven’t been this clean in a year,” she said. Dave heard the sound of the baster slurping up water, then spitting it out again. His cock was aching unbearably. He held the towel in front of it as he returned. She didn’t even try to hide. Sitting on the edge of the tub, she had her legs spread and the baster half way up her pussy. As he watched she squeezed the ball. Water cascaded out of her pussy. He restrained a moan of desire.
“I need to shave,” she said, looking at her armpit, then up at him with a smile.
“There are disposable razors over there,” he pointed at the counter. “I’ll just go and…” his words trailed off. He hurried out of the room. He badly needed to masturbate. His balls were hurting from the restrained passion. He seldom had sex on a regular basis, and most of the time any sex he had was with a whore. He didn’t like relationships.
Dave hurried to the spare bathroom, locked the door and hurried to the toilet. In a moment he was bent foward with his hand stroking his huge piece of meat with blinding speed. Visions of the cute girl filled his mind. He repeatedly saw the vision of water cascading out of her slightly hairy pussy. It was magnificent. Dave moaned and leaned well forward. He pointed his cock into the toilet and shuddered, as it spurted it’s thick cream into the cold water. Looking down into the toilet guiltily, he flushed he toilet and hurried back to the bedroom.
Dave couldn’t believe how the night was turning out. The first thing he needed to do was find an excuse for missing work tomorrow. There was no way he would pass up a chance with this girl, if he could get into her… his pants. With any luck, it could last all night long. He laid down on the bed, still thinking of excuses. Moments later, Dave fell asleep.
“How do I look?” Dave was startled out of his nap by Linda’s gentle voice. He rubbed his sleep-filled eyes and looked up at a vision of beauty. She was naked from the upper thigh down. Dave belatedly realized that he had forgotten underwear.
“Fantastic,” Dave gasped. “But you forgot the… bottoms.”
“They would be a bother while I sleep. Don’t you think?”
“Y… yeah,” he gasped, watching her crawl into bed. He was suddenly nervous. She smelled good, she looked fantastic, and her legs showed an enticing amount of thigh. He had occasional glimpses of dark flesh and brown hair. His cock was hurting.
“Are you glad you took me in?” she asked as she patted the pillow into place.
“Oh yeah, real glad,” he said, moving closer to her. He reached out tentatively and touched her cheek. She closed her eyes, obviously enjoying his touch.
“I miss that,” she said in a quiet voice.
“Miss what?”
“A touch. Homeless people are rarely touched. They are dirty and mistrusted, shunned, cursed and brushed aside. But they are never touched. I don’t know how long I’ve longed for a touch.”
“You are so cute,” he said, for lack of a better word. She had a cute round face, slight dimples and a sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She was moderately beautiful, but awesomely cute.
“Thanks.”
He looked at her mouth when she spoke. He wanted to kiss her, but had she brushed her teeth? If so, she must have used his tooth brush. He didn’t like that idea. He would have to get a new one.
“I’m clean everywhere,” she said, seeing his look.
“Sorry, it’s just… well you were a mess,” he said regretfully.
“Not by choice. And right now I need you to fuck me. I don’t mean make love, I mean fuck. I want to be fucked hard, with no strings attached. I’ve waited too long for this. Ah, do you eat pussy?”
“Damned!” Dave yelled, not knowing what to say. He turned off the light and lay there in the dark beside her, thinking, fantasizing about having her beautiful young body.
“Yes, sometimes,” he finally admitted. He paused for a moment then rolled over on top of Linda with a moan. He sought her mouth and kissed her passionately. Breathing through their noses, they inhaled deeply, noisily, while their mouths locked and their bodies intertwined. Dave’s hands roamed across Linda’s body, seeking every warm, sensual area of her body. Minutes passed unnoticed. Still locked in their passionate kiss, Dave’s hands crept to Linda’s breasts and began kneading them. They were small and so firm, perfectly shaped and delicious, now that they were clean.
Dave broke the kiss and swiveled until his mouth came into contact with her breast. Like a starving infant, he sought the nipple and claimed it with his eager mouth. Linda gave a loud cry and grabbed his head, holding it to her chest.
“I love being touched,” she whispered into the dark. Dave’s heart ached at that lonely cry. He massaged her left breast while he supped on her right nipple. Her hands petted his hair gently, while holding him close. He sensed when she wanted him to move to the other breasts. He broke contact with her stiff nipple and licked his way from one breast to the other. He nuzzled the warm cone of flesh for a moment, then claimed her second nipple. It was already hard, aching to be sucked. He fondled her right breast with his left hand, while suckling on her stiffened nipple. She moaned and twisted beneath him. He could smell the aroma of an excited pussy. It beckoned to him, calling him like words could not. He whined slightly, broke contact and began licking his way down toward her pussy.
Linda’s breath came in broken gasps. Dying of anticipation, she held her breath, then expelled it noisily, as he worked his way south to her womanhood. Now laying beside her, he found it and immediately clamped his mouth over her gently rounded mound from above. She cried out and threw her legs wide, thrusting her pussy up to his warm mouth.
“Oh God,” she yelled. Her entire body was shuddering. He had only eaten for pussy for seconds, but she was acting like she was about to cum. Then she did cum. Dave ate her pulsing pussy quickly, trying to add more stimulation to her hot flesh. She had not cum in months, his slight mouthings were enough to bring her to a crest. He eagerly nuzzled and sucked her sweet cunt, until she fell back on the bed and relaxed. He waited with her womanhood in his mouth, then finally probed her wet flesh with the tip of his tongue. She gasped in response, but did not warn him away. Her pussy was ready for the second round.
He swiveled around and laid on top of her. Her mouth came up out of the darkness and found his. He kissed her urgently, while his manhood slid forward and entered her vulva.
“Oh yes!” she cried, heaving up off the bed. Her body arched beneath him. She held his body in a death grip, as he slowly sank his hard cock between her legs. She squealed and cried, when he began sliding in and out of her steamy flesh.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” she gasped. Dave intensified his attack. He was sliding smoothly in and out of her pussy now. He couldn’t believe the heat and juice he received from her pussy. He could feel it on every inch of his cock.
“Oh God, yes,” she gasped, drawing his mouth down to hers. She sucked on his mouth desperately. Her tongue probed his mouth, while his cock split her womanly mound and tickled her womb. She clamped her legs behind his ass and pulled him harder, so his pelvis slammed into her wet crotch. He loved her enthusiasm, her hot sexy body and steamy hot pussy. She was fresh and young, a far cry from the dirty creature he had plucked from his car.
The wet sounds of sex, mixed with their combined moans and cries, were loud in the room. The smell of sex was very strong, but pleasant. The bed creaked to their movements, rain poured down on the roof, and wind rattled the windows, all unnoticed by the straining couple on the bed. On and on, he pumped his cock into her hot, wet lips. Her sweet pussy clenched around his cock, trying to hold it into place. He felt the muscles contracting around him, trying to hold him inside her. It was too much too take.
Feeling the fire building in his loins, Dave moaned loudly, while pounding his hard cock up into her wet void. She gasped and withered beneath him, ready to cum as well. They both groaned loudly, then screamed together as their bodies exploded into a wonderful mixture of electricity and fireworks. Linda’s small compact body withered beneath him. She held him close as he shuddered and emptied his cum into her waiting pussy. Her pussy lips clamped tightly around him, holding his manhood inside her as her pussy spasmed and twitched. He jerked, pushing his cock far up inside her with each spurt of hot cum. Finally, they relaxed in each other’s arms.
Dave laid there listening to the rain, the beating of his own heart, and their ragged breathing. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around him as is she were afraid that he would go.
“That was great,” Dave said needlessly.
“Perfect,” her voice smiled, even in the dark. “I have been really touched,” she said with a giggle.
“I would like to touch you for a very long time,” Dave sighed.
“I have nowhere to go,” she whispered. “Except, I am ready for more,” she said, rolling him over onto the bed. She straddled his chest and leaned down to take his wet manhood into her mouth. She savored the taste of her own pussy on his cock. She had always liked the taste of her pussy.
Dave hissed as her warm lips sank down over his cock and began sucking gently. While the wind buffeted the bedroom wall, and rain poured down in torrents, Dave laid back and enjoyed the exquisite lips of the runaway. He had a very pleasant home for her, for as long as she needed it. She wasn’t a runaway any longer.

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Fantasy

my redhead sister…part 2!

My mom gasped in horror…”oh my god!” she screamed at me and my sister..She grabbed my sisters arm, turned her around, and shoved her into the bathroom wall..She smacked her round little ass so hard my sister began crying, and I could see tears running down her eyes…but then things got really fucked up..mom slid her fingers into my sister pussy..”I want you to taste your cunt, you fucking pervert..” she made my sister shove her wet finger into her mouth…as she did this mom slowly took off her clothes..I never thought much of how good my mom looks but she looked really fucking hot..
she got up on the bathroom counter, and shoved my sisters face into her well trimmed bush..”lick mommys pussy” she grabbed debra’s hair, and pushed Debra’s head even closer to her…She grabbed Debra by the neck and started making out with her, and then pushed Debra’s head right back were she wanted it to go…My mom was moaning so much, and I think Debra started enjoying it a little bit…of course my cock was so hard I could feel pre cum dripping out..”Don’t just stand there Dave, give mommy your cock” I readily complied, and mom grabbed my cock as she was getting eaten out, by my little sister…Mom spat on her hand a couple times to lube up my stiffy…”lets all go to the bedroom, NOW” she said as she turned my younger sister around and gave her another spanking. My sister didn’t cry this time she started moaning, and I could see her pussy juice dripping down her sexy legs…
Mom threw me on the bed..”do you want me to show Debra how to fuck?” I just stared at mom..She came closer, and grabbed my hard cock…”do you want me to show Debra how to fuck?! ” she yelled . “YES!” “thats more like it. Mom took Debra’s hear and shoved it on my cock..They both took turns sucking on my swollen member. Mom sat on my face, and place her dripping we pussy on my tongue..it was hard to breathe but moms pussy was so nice and warm, and every time i licked it she moaned some more ..”switch with me she told Debra..Debra nearly jumped on my face as mom began riding my cock..I could barely hold off..I started sucking on my moms perfect D breast..She was moaning so much. She rode my so hard…I could see her pussy dripping on me..Debra kept shoving her pussy in my face.
.:” lean forward Debra, I wanna lick you ass” Debra leaned a bit forward and mom stuck her tongue in out of debras ass as she fucked me..mom put one of her fingers in debra ass, and finger fucked her until she couldnt take it anymore…
“Debra mommy wants your pussy…”
mom shoved me aside, and got on all fours..”Debra go in front of mom so I could lick your pussy, while I get fucked in the ass” the thought of fucking moms hot ass, nearly made me cum…Mom turned over, and stuck her ass up in the air…Debra waited pateintly to get pussy licked..and I got behind mom to ass fuck her..”just shove it in you fucking perv…” I shoved my swollen cock into her tight ass, and began fucking her really hard…She had a hard time controlling how she was licking debras fiery crotch,, but she was doing something right, becuase Debra was definetely enjoying it..It was only a few minutes after I started fucking mom, that I just couldnt take it ..I had been grabbing moms breast, and fucking her in the ass so hard..that i couldnt take it anymore ..”Im Cumming!” I yelled ..mom turned around,, and grabbed my cock with her mouth …she grabbed Debra’s head, and they shared the last bit of cum that I had left…I grabbed moms ass , and spanked it as a way of saying thank you ..she replied buy giving me a huge kiss with her tongue down my throat…she also made sure I saw her and Debra shared my sperm as they made out with each other…”Dave, take a break because mommy and Debra need to finish off…”
She lay Debra with her stomach flat and massaged her naked body..she focused mostly on her cute little ass, and slid her hands between her asscheeks to reach her sexy pussy…”turn over!” she yelled. Debra turned over, and spread her legs for mom..Mom didnt seem to expect that, but didnt seem to mind…Mom shoved her fingers deep inside Debras pussy…she kept making Debra taste her pussy juices…Mom leaned forward and started kissing her body upwards..She stopped for awhile, and sucked on her tiny nipples which were already hard as rocks…
the scene was so hot. mom and Debra were naked, and Debra was on top of mom..They began making out and I could see their hands rubbing each others clits..I wanted in on it but it was so hot to see…mom would occaisonly slip a finger or two into debra, and I would see Debra scream…Debra could barely handle it ..I knew she was going to cum soon..mom got up and put her pussy on Debra’s face, and started licking Debras pussy in a sixty nine position..They both squirmed and moaned so much I was sitting at the edge of the bed, and could feel myself getting really hard again..Suddenly, mom yelled “IM CUMMING!” and she squirted her pussy all over Debra’s face, chest and titties…mom took her hand and kept rubbing Debra’s clit..until…Debra was shaking so much she couldnt talk…”both of you go clean up in the bathroom, mom will be there in a minute to help you guys” we both smiled, and my cock grew even harder….

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Fantasm

Ready to Start

She was nervous in the car after I picked her up at the gas station and didn’t try to talk much at first. They never do. She didn’t want to be obvious about looking either, just sat beside me fidgeting a little and peeking at me out of the corner of her eye, hoping I would say something first. She’s a lot smaller than me, and she keeps looking at my hands. I can tell she is impressed with how big and strong they are, especially when compared to hers. She knows I will use them a lot, we talked about that in chats and e-mails, how much I like the personal touch so I can feel the way her body responds in the moment. She told me she isn’t aroused by pain, it isn’t part of the turn on, she just wants the result and she figures if I hurt a worthless girl like her then a girl with something to live for will be saved. It gives this more meaning, makes it almost like a sacrifice, something worthy. She isn’t turned on by the pain. But she is here anyways.
She will try to talk. She will want to make friends. She claims anonymity is fine but she is still a she, which means she secretly wants to be known, recognized. I will be the most important relationship she has ever had, really, so she will instinctively try to reach out to me and make a connection. She is looking for something real here. They are all like that, even the most resigned volunteers never seem to be so short on self esteem they can’t make a feeble attempt at friendship. I used to be revolted by it, until I realized how much easier a little play acting makes them to control. When she finally gets too fidgety I’ll talk to her. I can make that mask knowing it becomes part of the leash. I can even feign sexual interest. They all want that too. I can’t cum though. Not when they are like this. But I can imagine how beautiful I can make them look, how hot and wet and shiny and perfect they are inside, and get hard. I have to make them stop looking at me before I can cum though. That part is later.
I wait patiently, the darkness eating the miles behind me until the fidgeting gets so close together I sense her moving more than staying still. Then we talk. I don’t have to talk really, just get her started and let it spill out. Ask a question whenever she stops for longer than a breath and she will keep going. Get her to tell me about herself. Her story. Her history. When she first started thinking about it. Why she can’t help herself. Her guilt. Her shame. She doesn’t know it but telling me about her shame gives me ownership. Secrets are ties that bind. She will start asking about me. I won’t answer, and she will interpret it as playing hard to get. She tells me she has never enjoyed sex, never felt an orgasm, and I believe her, I really do, but she will still try to seduce me. They are all wired like this.
She wants to give me pleasure. I tell her this isn’t allowed, not in the car, I need to focus. But I tell her I will make her a compromise. I tell her to unzip my pants and pull my cock out and hold it in her hand. No rubbing or caressing, just hold it. then I have her lay her head in my lap and suck my thumb. The girl who never enjoyed sex before is suddenly a committed cocksucker. Well, thumbsucker. It shuts her up, and gets her thinking. She is learning something new about herself from me, and I have planted a seed in her head: she thinks I am capable of compromising with her. This is something I can take from her, later. The girl who never felt hope before will have her hopes crushed just as they flower in my hand. Even after I kill her hope she will stay in love with me. She is already falling, they all do. The willing ones because they have finally met their one, the unwilling trying to need me so good I’ll need them back and keep them.
The interstate gives way to the state road, which gives way to a smaller town road, which gives way to a long dark country road. We leave behind buildings, lights, eventually even barbed wire and lonely houses as the terrain gets rugged and the woods close in. The dirt road is two and a half miles and as much rock as dirt, I have to pick my way carefully down it in my car. It’s fast, with a big V8 and has a bench seat so I can control the whole front from my driving position without having to hop a divider but these old muscle cars are low to the ground. Her eyes are very big, she is drawing back into herself physically but not mentally, she is looking at the place and looking at me too, not nearly as shy as before. I let her out and walk to the trunk. She sees me reach in and she is terrified, her whole body wired but she doesn’t try to run. It’s just a leash, a collar and a leash like you would walk any dog with. She is very shy about removing her clothes so she does it quickly, and doesn’t try to move or show herself off, jsut following orders. Once the collar is on I walk her around the property.
Dawn is breaking, so she can see how remote we are. The cabin is nestled back in a valley well wreathed with trees, the rugged terrain breaking in rockfalls near the grassy lows. No one else is here, and what are the odds of anyone coming. The realtor told me the place was picturesque, and just what I needed to write in peace with no chance of an interruption. I walk her around the edges of the grass, until we get to the small stand of pine where I have dug the grave. I surrounded the edge with rocks, and at one end there is a little rock pile that looks like a marker. She is silent. Dread, now, she always feels dread, but at the same time it’s such a romantic scene, and isn’t this really what she wanted? I don’t stop to show her the ant piles I have been feeding, laying out sugar for, and she doesn’t notice them, or doesn’t make the connection.
I take her around back to the Dog Kennel. This is my own addition. White concrete, and 10 foot fence with barbed wire on top. One way in or out, strong steel pipes for the fence, and a drain in the concrete down by one end. I cuff her hand behind her back to the pole nearest the drain and leave her squatting there while I go back in the cabin. I mix a gallon of harsh, salty brine, and bring it back with a funnel. She asks why, then looks down and apologizes for asking. They all want to know the why of everything at first. Then they will just ask if I am going to hurth them any more. Then they will stop asking, just look up at me, panting, groaning, waiting for whatever comes next. I’m in a good mood now, so I answer her question, tell her the saltwater will purge all the mud out of her gut. She tilts her head back like a good girl, holding the funnel delicately between her teeth, and drinks the brine a cup at a time. It takes a while, because I don’t force it.
It will take a while to work through her and I am out of sorts. I hate this time. I am too wired to sleep but without anything to do feeling the lack of sleep the night before. Need to eat for energy but stomach is tight and tense. Feeling sweaty and clammy from the long drive but I don’t want to shower before I have mucked out the kennel and hosed down the pig. I hate this empty waiting, but the purge needs time. It will be worth it, she will be clean through, degraded from all the mud hosing out of her and sitting right in it, and dehydrated from all the salt so her skin will be flush and taught against her meat, her eyes bright. The dehydration makes her breath come hot and quick too. They don’t know it but this sweet moment is, to me, the moment they start to end. Hot, flush, pulse fast, body fighting back, burning their inner reserves away. She’s ready to start now. Finally.

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